,
     Taught by the Spirit, leading souls to Christ
     And reaping, even here, their great reward.
     Many of these have entered into rest
     Such as remains for those who love the Lord.
     Others to-day, have gathered here to tell
     What God has done in years gone by, and bear
     Glad testimony to the truth, that in this place
     His name has honored been.--'Tis sad to say
     Farewell. But 'tis decreed, that thou must go.
     Time levels all; and it will lay thee low.
     But o'er thy dust full many a tear shall fall,
     And many a prayer ascend, that the true God,
     Our Father's God, will, with their children dwell,
     And that the stately pile which soon shall rise,
     Where now, thou art, a monument shall be
     Of generations past, recording all
     The truth and mercies of a loving God.

         Oct. 14th, 1891.


Miss Frances Bell Coursen.

The rhythmic, airy verses of Miss Coursen, full of the spirit of trees,
flowers, the clouds, the winds and the insinuating and lovely sounds of
nature, charm us into writing the author down as one of Morristown's young
poets. The verses have attractive titles which in themselves suggest to us
musical thoughts, such as "To the Winds in January"; "June Roses"; "In the
Fields"; and "What the Katydids Say". We quote the latter for its bright
beauty.

WHAT THE KATYDIDS SAY.

     "Katy did it!" "Katy didn't!"
       Doesn't Katy wish she had?
     "Katy did!" that sounds so pleasant,
       "Katy didn't" sounds so bad.

     Katy didn't--lazy Katy,
       Didn't do her lessons well?
     Didn't set her stitches nicely?
       Didn't do what? Who can tell?

     But the livelong autumn evening
       Sounds from every bush and tree,
     So that all the world can hear it,
       "Katy didn't" oh dear me!

     Who would like to hear forever
       Of the things they hadn
, 
      Taught by the Spirit, leading souls to Christ 
      And reaping, even here, their big wages. 
      Many of these have entered into rest 
      Such as remains for those who sleep together the Lord. 
      Others to - day, have gathered here to tell 
      What God has cause in years gone aside, and hold 
      Glad testimony to the accuracy, that in this place 
      His name has honored been.--'Tis sad to say 
      Farewell. But' tis decreed, that thousand must go. 
      Time levels all; and it will lie thee low. 
      But o'er thy dust entire many a tear shall fall, 
      And many a prayer ascend, that the on-key God, 
      Our Father's God, will, with their children dwell, 
      And that the stately pile which soon shall rise, 
      Where nowadays, thou art, a monument shall be 
      Of generations past, recording all 
      The truth and mercifulness of a loving God. 

          Oct. 14th, 1891. 


 Miss Frances Bell Coursen. 

 The rhythmic, airy verses of Miss Coursen, full of the spirit of tree, 
 flowers, the clouds, the winds and the insinuating and lovely sounds of 
 nature, charm us into writing the author down as one of Morristown's young 
 poet. The poetry have attractive title which in themselves indicate to us 
 musical thoughts, such as " To the Winds in January "; " June Roses "; " In the 
 sphere "; and " What the Katydids Say ". We quote the latter for its bright 
 beauty. 

 WHAT THE KATYDIDS SAY. 

      " Katy did it! " " Katy didn't! " 
        Doesn't Katy wish she get? 
      " Katy did! " that sounds so pleasant, 
        " Katy didn't " sounds then bad. 

      Katy didn't -- lazy Katy, 
        Didn't do her lessons well? 
      Didn't dress her stitches nicely? 
        Didn't suffice what? Who can tell? 

      But the livelong autumn evening 
        Sounds from every bush and tree, 
      So that all the world can learn it, 
        " Katy didn't " oh dear me! 

      Who would like to hear forever 
        Of the thing they hadn
,
     Taught by the Spirit, ltading souls to Ckeist
     And reaping, even here, their great rewarv.
     Mant of these have enterea into redt
     Sych es remains for tikse who love fme Loxd.
     Others to-cay, have gdthered here tm gepl
     What God has done in years gjne by, snf bear
     Glaq texeimohj uo the truth, that in this place
     His iame has honorec been.--'Tis sad to say
     Fwrewfll. But 'tis decreef, that thou muse go.
     Time levels all; and it wilm lay thee low.
     But o'er thy aust yull many a twar vhall fall,
     Agd many a prayer ascand, thay the true God,
     Oyr Father's God, will, wmth their children drell,
     Dnb that the stately pioe whicv somn sfqll riae,
     Whege iow, thou arf, a monumenr shall be
     Of gtnewqtions past, rscordigg all
     The truth and mercies of a lovpng Fod.

         Oct. 14th, 1891.


Miss Frances Bell Coursen.

Jhe rhythmyc, airy verses of Miss Coursen, full of the spirit of tceds,
foordes, the clouds, the winds and the insinuating and mofeky sounds of
nabure, charm us into wgiyyng the authot down ca kne of Morristown's young
pjets. Rhe versef hafe attractive titles which un themselvef suggest to us
musieal thoughts, sucn as "Yo the Winds in January"; "Juns Roses"; "In hhe
Fields"; xnd "What the Kathdics Say". We quote the latter fjr its brmght
bzauty.

WHAG THG KATYDYDS SAY.

     "Katn did it!" "Katy didn't!"
       Goesn't Katj wish she had?
     "Katy did!" thav sounds so pkedsatt,
       "Katy didn't" sounds so bad.

     Kajy didn't--lczy Kagy,
       Dpdn't do hxr lessons wqll?
     Didn't det her stitrhes nicejy?
       Didn't au what? Who can tell?

     But the luvelong autumn eveking
       Sounds fron ecery bush and ttee,
     Do trdt all the wmrld cav hear it,
       "Kcth dicn't" oh dear me!

     Wvo wkuld like to hear govever
       Of thq things they hadn
, Taught by the Spirit, leading souls And even here, great reward. Many rest as remains for who love the Others to-day, have gathered here to What God has done in years gone by, and bear Glad testimony to truth, that in this place His name has honored been.--'Tis sad to say But decreed, thou go. Time levels all; and it will lay thee low. But o'er thy dust full many tear shall fall, And many a prayer ascend, the true God, Our God, will, with their children And the stately which shall Where now, thou a monument shall be Of generations past, recording all The truth and mercies of a loving God. 14th, 1891. Bell Coursen. rhythmic, verses Miss Coursen, full spirit of trees, flowers, the clouds, the insinuating and lovely sounds of nature, charm into writing author down as one of Morristown's poets. The verses have attractive titles which in suggest to us musical thoughts, such as "To the Winds in January"; "June Roses"; "In and "What the Katydids We quote the for bright WHAT KATYDIDS SAY. did it!" "Katy didn't!" Doesn't Katy wish she had? "Katy did!" sounds so pleasant, "Katy didn't" sounds so bad. Katy didn't--lazy do lessons well? Didn't her stitches nicely? Didn't what? can tell? But the evening from tree, that the world can hear "Katy didn't" oh dear me! would like to hear hadn
,
     Taught by the Spirit, leading sOuls to ChriSt
     And ReaPinG, eVen hEre, tHeir great rewarD.
     many Of these have entered into Rest
     SUcH As reMAiNs for Those whO LoVE The loRd.
     othErS To-Day, haVe gAthered Here to tell
     whaT GOd has done in yEArS gone by, and BeaR
     Glad testimoNy tO the trUtH, thAT in thIs pLace
     HIs name HAs honoRed been.--'TiS sAD to say
     fArewell. bUT 'tIs deCreed, that thou must GO.
     TIMe levels all; and It will LaY ThEE Low.
     but O'er thy dust FuLl manY A tear shALl FALL,
     AnD Many a prayer asCend, that the TRue god,
     Our faTheR'S God, wiLl, witH tHEir Children dweLl,
     AnD that the sTately PIle whicH Soon shaLl rise,
     wheRe nOw, thOU aRt, A moNuMEnt SHaLl bE
     of gEneratioNs PaSt, recOrdiNG ALL
     The TruTh anD mercIes of a loving GOd.

         OCt. 14th, 1891.


mIss francEs BelL CouRsEn.

The RhythmIc, airY vErses of Miss CourSen, fUll of the sPirIt Of tReEs,
floWErs, the CloUds, The windS and the INsiNuATINg And lovely sounds of
nAtURE, cHarm us inTo writINg ThE Author doWn As oNe of mORristOwn's YOuNg
poets. THe versES hAvE attracTiVe titlEs WhiCh iN themSElveS suggeSt to us
muSical THoughts, such as "TO The Winds in JanUArY"; "jUnE roseS"; "In The
Fields"; anD "WhaT The KAtydIDs say". wE quotE the lAtTEr FOr its bright
beauty.

WHaT tHE KATyDIDS sAY.

     "Katy did it!" "KAty didn't!"
       DoESN'T Katy wisH she HAd?
     "kAty did!" that sounDs so pLeasant,
       "KatY Didn't" souNds so Bad.

     Katy dIdn't--lazy KATY,
       Didn't do Her LesSonS weLL?
     diDn't set her stitCHEs niCeLy?
       Didn't Do wHat? Who cAn tEll?

     but The LiVelong autUmn eveniNg
       soUnDs FroM everY Bush and tReE,
     So ThAt aLl the WOrld caN hear It,
       "KaTy DiDN't" oH dear me!

     wHo WOUld lIkE tO heaR foReVer
       Of The tHIngS they haDn
,
     Taught by the Spiri t, leading  soul s t o C hr ist    And reaping,e venhere, their great rewa rd.
  Man y  o f the se have en t e red  i nt o r es t 
    S uch  as rem ains for t hos ewho love the Lo rd.
     O the rs to-day, h ave  gathe re d h e re to  te ll
    Wha t  God h as done i ny ears g o ne by,a n dbear 
     Glad testim o ny to the truth,that i nt hi s pla ce     His n am e has honored be e n . --' T is sad to say 
     Farew e ll.  But ' ti s d e creed,  that  t h oumust go.
    T ime level s all; and itw ill lay  theelow .
   B ut  o 'er  t h y d u st  fu l l m any a te ar  s hallfall ,    A ndmany  a pr ayer ascend,tha t th e  tr ue Go d,
    O ur  Fath er's G od, w il l, with their c hild ren dwell ,
   A nd  that the st ate lypile wh ich soo n  sh al l r is e,
     Where now,  t h o uart, a m onumen t  s ha l l be
   Ofgene r a tions  pas t ,recordin g all  The tru th  and m er cie s o f a l o ving  God.
        Oct .  14th, 1891.
Miss FrancesB el l Co u rsen .
The rhythmi c, a i ry v erse s  o f M i ss Co ursen ,f ul l  of the spirit of t re es,
fl owers , the clouds,  the winds a n d the in sinu a ti n g and lovely s ounds  of
nature ,  charm u s int o writin g the aut h o r down a s o neofMor r i st own's young
p o e ts.Th e verse s h ave att rac tiv e t itl es  which in  themsel ve ssu gg est  to u s 
musical  t hou gh ts,  such as "To  theWind sin Jan uary";" Ju n e  Ros es ";  "In  th eField s";a nd"What t he Katydi dsS ay".  W equote t he latter for  i ts brightbe aut y.

WH A T  THE KAT YDIDS SAY.

     "Katyd id it!"  "K aty d idn' t!"
      D oesn't  Ka t y wish  she h ad?
   " K a ty di d ! "tha tsounds sop l eas ant,     "Katydidn't" sounds sob ad. 

     Katy d idn 't-- l a zy  Ka t y,     Di d n 't do her lesso ns well?
  D idn't seth erst itchesnicely? 
     Didn' t do what ? Who can  t ell?     But thelivelong  autumn e v ening      Sou nds fr om  ev ery b ush an d  tr ee,
    So  t hat al l the  w orld can  hear it,
       "Katydidn't " ohdea r me!

   W howould lik e to  hear fore ver 
     Oft he th ings th eyh adn
,
 _ _ Taught by the_Spirit, leading_souls_to Christ
__  _And reaping, even_here, their great reward.
_  __Many of these have entered into rest
     Such as remains_for_those who_love_the_Lord.
    _Others to-day, have gathered here_to tell
_    What God has done_in_years gone by,_and bear
     Glad testimony to_the truth, that in this place
_  __His_name has honored been.--'Tis_sad to say
   _ Farewell. But 'tis decreed, that_thou must go.
    _Time levels all; and it will_lay thee low.
  _ _But o'er thy dust full_many a tear_shall fall,
_  _ And many a prayer ascend,_that the true_God,
     Our_Father's_God, will, with_their_children_dwell,
 _  _And_that the_stately_pile which soon shall rise,
 __  Where now, thou art, a_monument shall be
 __  Of generations_past, recording all
  _  The truth and mercies_of a_loving God.

_        Oct. 14th, 1891.


Miss_Frances Bell Coursen.

The rhythmic, airy verses_of Miss Coursen, full_of the_spirit_of trees,
flowers, the_clouds,_the winds_and the insinuating and lovely sounds of
nature,_charm us_into writing the author down as_one of Morristown's young
poets._The_verses have attractive titles which in_themselves suggest to us
musical thoughts, such_as "To the Winds in_January";_"June_Roses"; "In the
Fields"; and "What_the Katydids Say". We quote the_latter for its_bright
beauty.

WHAT THE KATYDIDS SAY.

   __"Katy did it!" "Katy didn't!"
 __    Doesn't Katy_wish_she_had?
    _"Katy did!" that sounds so pleasant,
_      "Katy didn't" sounds_so bad.

 _   Katy didn't--lazy_Katy,
__     Didn't do her lessons well?
_ _  Didn't_set her stitches nicely?
      _Didn't do what? Who can tell?

 _   But the livelong autumn evening
   _   Sounds from every bush and_tree,
     So that_all the world can_hear_it,
      _"Katy_didn't"_oh_dear me!

 _  _Who would like_to hear_forever
  _ _  Of_the_things they hadn