THE RIVER OF GOLD.

Observer, Volume XXIX, Issue 44, 17 July 1909, Page 21

THE RIVER OF GOLD.

(For the Observer. ) Now, there is a river that flows thro' avalley — The wonderful Valley of Rest ; No folk from the world to its banks ever sally, For it is far out in the West ; 'Tis only in legends we bear of its glory, 'Tis only in fairy-books told, And yet I've no doubt there's some truth in the story That this is a river of gold. And some day I mean to get out of bed early, And tramp far away o'er the hills, Aad find tor you, laddie, and find for you, girlie, The valley this gold-river fills ! And when i have found it, I'll come back and guide you Far out trom the rain and the cold, Where evermore softly you'll heal 1 " flow beside you The beautiful Kiver of Gold. — E. L. Eyre. Tui-street, Devonport.

A bright young Kaffir, just for fun, Sneezed down the barrel of a gun ; And, just to ace how things would go, He pressed the trigger with his toe. A basketful of hiß remains Was gathered from adjacent plains ; And vow his tribe, you may be sure, When they have colds use Woods' Peppermint C»RB?