Beyond the starry skies, 
And come in touch with God's warm heart,
Where there are not goodbyes.
	J. H. COFFEY.
Coffeysburg, Mo., June 12, 1901.



"Out in the Strom."



Changes and shadows move o'er our path, 
Facts and fancies, storms and blasts;
But while storms are raging fierce and strong, 
They burst upon woman-she's out in the 
	storm.



Changes and shadows move o'er our path, 
Facts and fancies, storms and blasts;
But while storms are raging fierce and strong, 
They burst upon woman-she's out in the 
	storm.



Storms of political changes may rage, 
Bursting in fury from forest to glade;
Yet, although this tempets beats fearful and 
	long-
It beats upon woman-she's out in the storm.



When heaven's deep azure first sheltere the
	earth, 
When all God's creation first smiled in their 
	birth, 
God gave her to Adam, his glory and pride, 
And gave her an equal place close by his side.



Look! look! upon woman! Oh, give her just
	rights!
She's a sister, a mother, or a dear wife,
Who waits for your help with faith, of love 
	born, 
Don't trample her now-she's alone in the 
	storm.



In a strom of contention, with no few to ad, 
And that few of popular spirit afraid-
Few daring to stand up and speak of her 	
	wrong, 
Or assert she is right in thus breasting the 
	storm.



When nature endows her with faculties bright. 
Or when she ascends vast literature's height, 
She gains the summit through bitterest storm, 
And her talent shows forth as bright as the
	morn.



She's only a woman, O God give her strength 
To withstand the vile epithets after her sent, 
That she may stand firmly opposing the wrong, 
For she's only a woman alone in the storm.



When slavery stood grimly oppressing the 
	right, 
True men unflinchingly stood in their might, 
Assisting the weak, who had suffered too long, 
At the hand of the traitor inflicting the wrong. 



Then woman, frail woman, extended her hand;
And soothed the sort hearts of the suffering
	band;
Helped burst the cruel fetters, unheeding the 
	scorn, 
Of brothers, who thrust her out in the storm.



Out in the battlefield, weak and alone, 
Whispering sweet words of hope, dressing a 
	wound, 
Holding a weary head, whispering a prayer, 
Who will asky why was frail woman found
	there?



Was not this work of love, to her given, to 
	help, 
Cheer the wounded and point him to heaven?
From this she don't shrink, though her soul is 
	sore-tired,
But fills her appointed place close to man's 
	side.



Extend her your right hand, assist her to rise.
Don't hold back the rays of your true sym-
	pathies;
And though her affections are tender and 
	warm, 
She is only a woman-alone in the storm.



Then the cruel bands, which fetters her mind 
	and soul, 
No longer shall torture with cruel control;
But shall burst like phoebue that breaks 
	through a storm, 
And gladdens the earth with its rays mild and 
	warm.



Debar her from justice and right if you will, 
But the same who spoke and the waters stood
	still, 
Is a mighty avenger, redressing each wrong, 
He bids you, man. shelter her in from the 
	storm.
		MRS. A. R. D. JOHNSON,
	A colored woman of Philadelphia.



"How My Boy Went Down."



'Tis only the same old story
That mothers so often tell, 
With accents of infinite sadness, 
Like the tones of a funeral bell;
But I never thought, once, when I heard it, 
I should learn all its meaning myself;
I thought he'd be true to his mother, 
I thought he'd be true to to himself. 



But alas for my hopes, all delusion!
Alas for this youthful pride!
Alas! who are safe when danger
Is opened on every side?
Oh, can nothing destroy this great evil?
No bar in its pathway be thrown, 
To save from the terrible maelstrom
The thousands of boys going down?



It was not on the field of battle, 
It was not with a ship at sea, 
But a fate far worse than either
That stole him away from me. 
'Twas the death in the tempting dram
That the reason and senses drown;
He drank the alluring poison, 
And thus my boy went down.
	-American Issue.



Dr. D. N. Dowing on 
	OSTEOPATHY.



Osteopathy represents a new school in the healing art, originated and developed by Dr. A. T. still, of Kirksville, Mo. It views the human body as an animate machine, and reasons that if its parts are in proper adjsutment hygenically cared for, and not over-worked, harmony or health will result. If there is mal-