Good times coming. Good times have come

Listening to the strains of genuine negro ragtime, brokers forget their cares.

Panic in Wall Street, brokers feeling melancholy.

What is scurrilously called ragtime is an invention that is here to stay. That is now conceded by all classes of musicians.

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.

What great Effects from slender Causes flow!