A SANITARY MESSAGE.
Last night, above the whistling wind,
I heard the welcome rain;
A fusilade upon the roof,
A tattoo on the pane.
The key-hole piped; the chimney-top
A warlike trumpet blew,
Yet mingling with these sounds of strife
A softer voice stole through.
"Give thanks, O brothers," said the voice,
"That He who sent the rains
Hath spared your fields the scarlet dew
