"
And he worried about it.
"And in ten thousand years, there's no manner of doubt,
Our lumber supply and our coal will give out."
And he worried about it:
"And then the Ice Age will return cold and raw,
Frozen men will stand stiff with arms stretched out in awe,
As if vainly beseeching a general thaw."
And he worried about it.
His wife took in washing (two shillings a day).
He didn't worry about it.
His daughter sewed shirts, the rude grocer to pay.
He didn't worry about it.
While his wife beat her tireless rub-a-dub-dub
On the washboard drum in her old wooden tub,
He sat by the fire and he just let her rub.
He didn't worry about it,
ASTRONOMY MADE EASY.
I saw and heard him as I was going home the other evening. A big
telescope was pointed heavenward from the public square, and he
stood beside it and thoughtfully inquired,--
"Is it possible, gentlemen, that you do not care to view the
beautiful works of nature above the earth? Can it be true that men of
your intellectual appearance will sordidly cling to ten cents, rather
than take a look through this telescope and bring the beauties of
heaven within one and a half miles of your eyes?"
The appeal was too much for one young man to resist.
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