St. Peter stood guard at the golden gate With

St. Peter stood guard at the golden gate With a solemn mien and an air sedate "When up to the top of the golden stair A man and a woman, ascending there, Applied for admission. Tlioy came and Before St. Peter, so great and good, In hope the City of Peace to win,— And asked St. Peter to let. them in. The woman was tall, and lank, and thin, With a scraggly beardlet upon her chin The man was short, and thick, and stout, as Ilis face was pleasant, and all the while lie wore a kindly and genial smile The choirs in the distance the echoes woke, And the man kept still while the woman spoke. "Oh thou, who guardest the gate," said she We two come hither, beseeching thee To let us enter the Heavenly land, And play our harps with the angel band. Of nie St. Peter, there is no doubt ,. There's nothing from Heaven to bar ME out I've been to meeting three times a week, And almost always I'd rise and speak. I've told the sinners about the day When they'd repent of their evil way,, I've told my neighbors—I've told 'em all 'Bout Adam and Eve and the Primal Fall, I've shown them what they'd have to do If they'd pass in with the chosen few. I've marked their path of duty clear,— Laid out the plan for their Avhole career. I've talked and talked to 'em loud and long, For my lungs are good, and my voice is strong. So, good St. Peter, you'll clearly see The gate of Heaven is open for ME, But my old man, I regret to say, Hasn't walked in exactly the narrow way. He smokes ,and he swears, and grave faults

he's got, And I don't know whether he'll pass or not. He never would pray with an earnest vim. Or go to revivals, or join in a hymn. So I had to leave him in sorrow there