"Uncle Jim, last night I dreamt I died and was sent to perdition."

Prompt the reply came: "Well, it might have been worse."

When some one asked, "How could it have been worse," he answered: "It
might have been true."

Doctor A.A. Willetts, "the Apostle of Sunshine," used to say: "There
are two things I never worry over; one is the thing I can help, the
other is the thing I can't help." "Count your blessings," was a
favorite expression of the same beloved old man.

There are more bright days than cloudy ones, a thousand song birds for
every rain-crow, a whole acre of green grass for every grave, more
persons outside the penitentiary than inside, more good men than bad,
more good women than good men; slavery, dueling, lottery and polygamy
are outlawed, the saloon is on the run, the wide world will soon be so
sick of war that universal peace, with "good will among men," will
prevail, labor and capital will be peaceful partners and human
brotherhood will rule in righteousness throughout the world.

"O, this is not so bad a world,
As some would like to make it,
And whether it is good or bad,
Depends on how we take it."

Fanny Crosby, whose gospel hymns are continually singing souls into
the kingdom, when but six weeks old lost her sight and for ninety-two
years made her way in literal darkness, without seeing the beauties of