  This cut was not “designed” expressly for Graham, or we should mention it, but it is designed to illustrate the “dodge” by which our traveling agents are eluded by parties who have received Graham on trust. The trials, tribulations, and rude encounters of our traveling agents, induce us to say: Don’t wait any longer, but mail the money you owe us—have the letter registered—and, above all, SENT TO US AT ONCE. We send bills in this number to those who ought to foot them, to enable us to maintain the present superior style of Graham, and we hope that none will be so poor as to fail to reverence our claim. Come—we give you a good book for the money! The following lines are worthy of being treasured in every heart. We put them on record for our myriad of readers. BEN ADHEM’S DREAM. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight of his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An Angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, “What writest thou?” The vision raised his head, And in a voice made all of sweet accord, Answered, “the names of those who love the Lord!” “And is mine one?” Ben Adhem asked. “Nay, not so,” Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low But cheerly still. “I pray thee, then, Write me as one who loves his fellow men.” The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night He came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest; And lo! Ben Adhem’s led the rest. |
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