Life's Brief Candle
The day of the funeral had come and gone and
the old widow was receiving a visit of condolence from some of her friends
in the village who were reminding her that brief life was here our
portion.
"Its juist the wey o the warld, Mistress
McKay" said one of them putting in her word of comfort. "Here the day an
gane the morn!"
"Ay!" was the matter-of-fact reply "juist
like a bloomin circus!"
