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THE EEPUBLIC: SUNDAY. SEPTEMBER 9, 1900.
Pictures of Memory.
AMONG the beautiful pictures
That hang on Memory's wall
I one of the dim old forest.
That seemeth the best of all;
Not for Its gnarled oaks olden.
Dark with the mistletoe;
Not for the violets golden
That sprinkle the ale below;
Not for the milk-white lilies
That lean from the fragrant ledge.
Coquetting all day with the mntailb,
And stealing their golden edge;
Not for the vines on the upland.
Where the bright red berries rest.
Nor the pinks, nor the pale sweet cowslip.
It seemt.lh to ine the beat.
I once had a little, brother.
With e)'s that wtre dark and deep:
In the lap of that dim old forest
He lleth in pvace asleep;
Light as the down of the thistle.
Free as the winds, that blow.
We roved there the beautiful summers.
The summers of long ago;
But his feet on the hills grew weary.
And one of the autumn eve.
I made for my little brother
A bed of the jellow lea3.
Sweetly his pale arms folded
My neck in a meek embrace,
As the light of Immortal beauty
Silently covered his face;
And when the arrows of sunset
Lodged in the tree-tojs bright.
He fell, in his saint-like beauty.
Asleep by the Kates of light.
Therefore of all the pictures
That hang on memory's wall.
The one of the dim old forest
Seemeth the best of all.
Smile a little, smile a little,
As you go along.
Not alone when life Is pleasant.
But when thine go wrong.
Caro delights to seo you frowning.
Loves to hear you sigh:
Turn a smiling face upon her.
Quick the dame will fly.
Smllo a little, smllo a little.
All along- the road;
Every life must have Its burden.
Every heart Its load.
Why sit down In gloom and darkness.
With your grief to tup?
As you drink Fate's bitter tonlo,
Smlla across the cup.
Bmlle upon the troubled pilgrims
Whom you pass and meet:
Frowns are thorns, and smiles are blossoms
Oft for weary feet.
Do not make the way seem harder
By a sullen face,
Bmlle a little, smllo a'llttle.
Brighten up the place.
Smile upon your undone labor;
Not for one who grieves
O'er his task -waits wealth or glory:
He who smiles achieves.
Though you meet with loss and sorrow
In the passing- years,
Bmlle a little, smile a little.
Even through your tears.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Welcome on shore again,
Welcome once more again,
I feel thy trembling- hand;
Tears in my eyelids stand.
To greet thy native land.
Long I ne'er saw thee, love.
Btlll I prayed for thee, love.
When thou wert far at sea
Many made lore to me.
But still I thought on thee,
Come to my heart again,
Never to part again,
And if you still are true,
I will be constant too.
And will wed none but you.
Lady Caroline KeppeL
THE cottage was a thatched one, th out
side old and mean.
Yet everything within that cot was won
drous neat find clean;
The night was dark and stormy, the wind
was howling wild;
A patient mother watched beside the death,
bed. of her child
X little, womout creature, his one bright
eyes grown dim.
It was a collier's wife and child; they called,
him "Little Jim."
And, oh. to see the briny tears fast hurry
ing down her cheek
Aavehe offered up a prayer In thought, she
was afraid to speak.
Lest she might waken one she loved far
better than her life.
For she had all a mother's heart, had that
poor collier's wife.
.With band uplifted, see, the kneels betide
the sufferer's bed.
And prays that ha will spars her boy and
take herself Instead.
Eh got her answer from the child soft
fall the words from him:
"Mother, the angels do so mile, and beckon
Z have no pain, dear mother, cow, but oh,
I am so dry!
Just moisten poor Jim's lips again; and,
mother, don't you cry."
With gtntle, trembling baste she held a
teacup to his lips.
He smiled to thank, her as he took three
tiny little sipt.
Tell father when he comes from work I
said good night to him;
And, mother, now I'll go to sleep." Alas!
poor little Jim!
Eh saw that he was dying, that the child
she loved to dear
Had uttered the last word that she might
ever hope to hear.
The cottage door is opened, the collier's step
The father and mother meet, but neither
peak a word.
He felt that all was over he knew his child
He took the candle In his hand and walked
toward the bed.
His quivering lip gives token of the grief
he'd fain conceal.
And. see, his wife has Joined him; tho
stricken couple kneel.
With hearts bowed down with sadness they
ask once more of him
In heaven once more to meet again their
own dear Little Jim.
Is Life Worth Llving7
IS life worth living? Aik the lad.
Barefooted, homeless, starved. Ill-clad
And hear the answer you will get,
"My dorg an' me has fun you bet!
Is life worth living? Auk the wretch
Upon the gallows, doomed to stretch
The hangman' rope, and heed his cry.
"It 1st tt Ul Don't let me diet
Is life worth living? Ask the tramp.
Whose home's the gutter, cold and damp.
And hear him tell you, with a Jerk,
"It is, old pard, for I Con't work."
Is life worth living? Ask the dude.
Whom old Same Nature somewhat spewed.
And see him suck his cane and say,
"Aw weally life is aw o,ulte gay."
Is life worth living? Ask the fool.
The giggling maiden Just from school.
The toller. Invalid, the slave;
O! life, sweet lite, they ever crave.
Is life worth living? Ask the wise
Philosopher who vainly tries
To solve the mystery about
The matter and remains In doubt.
Is life worth living? Aslc the greet.
The millionaires, the kings in state.
And note their looks of utter woe
As la despair they shriek: "No! no!"
Selections From the Best of Accepted
Literature. Popular Old Songs.
My Lme and I.
MY love rcpo-.es on a rot-ewood fra . ,
A bunk have I.
A couch of feathers down fills up the same;
Mine's straw, but dry.
She sinks to sleep at night with scarce a
With waking- eyes I watch the hours go by.
My love, her dally dinner takes In state.
And o do I (?)
Tho richest viand-. Hank her silver plate:
Coarse grub have I.
Pure wine she sips at case, her thirst to
I pump my drink from Erie's crystal lake.
My love has all the world at will to roam;
Three acres I.
She goes abroad or unlet stas at home;
So cannot I.
Bright angela watch around her couch at
A Yank with loaded gun keeps me In sight.
A thousand weary miles now stretch be
My love and I.
10 ncr. this winter night, calm, cold, se
rene. I waft a sigh.
And hope with all my earnestnes of soul
To-morrow 's mail may bring me my parole.
There's hope ahead! We'll some day meet
Mj- lovo and I;
We'll wipe away all tears of sorrow then.
Her love-Ilt eye
Will all my many troubles then beguile
And keep this wayward Iteb from Johnson's
Johnson's Island. February, IsCl.
Solitude of the Sea.
THERE is a rapture, on the lonely shore.
There Is society where none Intrude-,
By tho deep sea, nnd music In Its roar;
I love not man the lens, but naturo more.
From the.) our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before.
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot nil
Little Old Cabin in the Lane.
I'M getting old and feeblo now. I cannot
work no more;
I've laid de rusty bladed hoe to rest;
Ole massa an' ole miss's am dead; dey'ro
skcpln' side by side:
Delr yjilrits now are roaming wid do
De scene am changed about de place; de
darkles nm all gone;
I'll nebbor hear dem singing In de can?.
And I'se de only one dat's left wid dis ole
dog oh mine.
In de little old log cabin In de lane.
De chimney's falling down, and de roof Is
I ain't got long round here to remain.
But de angels watches over me when 1 lays
down to sleep.
In do little old log cabin in de lane.
Dar was a happy time to me, 'twas many
When de darkles used to gather round de
When dey used to danco an' sing at night.
I played de ole banjo;
But, alas! I cannot play it any more.
De hinges dey got rusted an de door has
And de roof lets In do sunshine an' de
An do only friend I've got now Is dis good
ole dog ob mine.
In de little old log cabin In de lane.
De foot rath now Is covered o'er dat led
us round de hill.
And de fences are all iroinir to licMi-
An" de creek Is all dried up where we used
10 go to mm;
De time has turned Its course annodder
But I ain't got long to stay here, an' what
little time I got.
I'll try and bo contented to remain
Till death shall call my dog an' me to And
a better home
Can dat little old log cabin In do lane.
WILL 3. HAYES.
LORD RUSSELL'S DILEMMA.
London Corraaponaence of the Manchester Quart-
ONCE, when he first camo to London and
was laying the foundation of his great ca
reer, the future Lord Chief Justice went to
the pit of a theater. The piece was popu
lar, the pit was crowded and the young ad
vocate had only standing room. All of a
sudden a man at his side cried out that his
watch was stolen. Mr. Russell and two
other men were hemmad in. "if i. - ...
?!?," ,hree" crled "ie man minus the watch
Well, we had better go out and be
searched." said Mr. Russell, with the alert
ness of mind that did not fall him at a try
ing moment amid an excited crowd. A de
tective was at hand, and the suggestion was
accepted. As Mr. Ruwell walked out the
idea flashed through his mind that If the
man behind him had tho stolen property he
would probably try to secrete It In the
pocket of his front rank man. Quick as
thought he drew his coat tails about him
only to feel, to his horror, something large
and smooth and round already In his pocket
While he was still wondering what this
might mean for him, the detective ener
getically seized the hindmost man ex
claiming: "What, you rascal! at It airalnl"
T. Mr' R"il and the 0,her mal he apolo
gized and bade them go free. But Mr Rus
sell, before he had taken many step's, re
flected that he could not keep the watch
he went bsck to the box office and ex
plained, with a courage on which he after
ward said he rarely experienced greater de
mand, that though he did not take the
watch he had It. So saying, he put his hand
into his pocket and pulled out-a forgotten
A RHYMING WILL.
From Chambers's Journal.
THE following Is the poetical effort of one
John Hedges, who died at Finchley, near
uuuuun, more man iw years ago;
This Cfth day of May.
Being airy and gay.
To hip not Inclined.
But of Igorous mind.
And my body In health,
I'll dispose of my wealth.
And of all I am to leave
On this side of the grave.
To some one or other,
I think to jay brother;
But because I foresaw
That my brothers-ln-1-iw.
If I did not take care.
Would come In for a share.
Which I In no ways Intended
Till their manners were mended
And of that. Ood knows, there's ho slcn
I therefore enjoin
And strictly command.
As witness my hat.d.
That naught I have got
Be brought to hotch-pot;
But I give and devise.
As much as In me Ilet.,
To the son of my mother.
My own dear brother.
To havo and to hold.
AH my silver and gold.
As the affectionate pledges
Of his brother,
LEFT HIM PANTING.
APPARENTLY there Is an Irish editor
wno, ura victor i-iugo's Jlrst publisher,
yearns to distinguish himself and at the
same time make his everlasting fortune by
accepting manuscripts "on the spot." The
following Is addressed to a contributor in
a recent number of the All Ireland Review:
"I only read two sentences of your manu
script, when I sent It to the compositors.
The fire, force, vitality and power, the faith
ahd hope of It, when I read It all In print,
left me panting. Ed." Evidently the hot
wave which recently proved so trying in
the south of England lias not yet reached
Dublin, or the editor of Jur esteemed Irish
contemporary wouldh'o had no desire to
be left panting, i
QUESTIONE OF ETIQUETTE.
To the Editor of The It. public,
n EASE adUse me what size and color of eta
tloiery I should use In corresponding with a
joint: lady, and also the manner In which the
nwlope thould Le addressed. A ItEADElt.
The size and color or stationery employed
In such a correspondence Is a matter of In
dividual taste. By all mean" put the younff
lady's name and addre-w on the envelope;
do not send It to MoLcrly If she lives In Se
dallu. To the Editor of The Ilepuhlle.
I'1m-- answer the following- question In next
Pii.da Metazlne: A )ounc ladv ha sent me
mi Invitation to attend hr wedding. I cannot
pteMMy gi Would It be prop-T to aend my re
Kiein If fo. what la the form?
Uralil!e. 111. A READEIL
A wedding gift, accompanied by a card.
Is the best form of "regret" to send. ThLs
Is a mutter, however, to be determined by
the Individual, according to the degree of
Intimacy and tho social obligation which
jcu may bo under to the bride or her fam
ily or to the groom. A regret written In
the third person Is always In good form,
though It Is rather cold. "Mr. John Smith
regrets that ho cannot attend tho wedding
of Mi- Mary Brown, to which he was kind
ly linlted," Is ona form, though u cordial
note expressing regret and wishing all hap
illness to the bridal couple Is perhaps bet
ter. Can a bride carry a bouquet of any colored
flowers or must the flowera slways be white?
Am o-aag-e flowers alrf-olutely necessary In a
t-t liquet, and must the bride wear real orange
Mosaon's In her hair? T. A It
It Is customary for a bride to carry whits
flowers, but In these days brides do very
often carry out their individual Ideas rather
than follow the regular conventional rule.
The Idea of having a small ppray of orange
blossoms In the wedding bouquet Is u:po.ed
to bring good luck and to very pretty lie-
shies, it is most unusual for the wreath of
orange blossoms In the hair to be made, en
tirely of real tlower., but for sentiment an J
luck's sake both you can twist In a small
spray of the real llowera with the artificial
ones, for artificial orange blcasoms so close
ly resemble the real tb.it It Is almost Im
possible to tell them apart.
Fl-ould a atranwr In a city, who has lettsrn of
Irtroductlon. tend the letters before ha arrives In
the city, or should he wait until he a-eta to hla
hotel and then send them, or should he deliver
them In person? WESTERNER
It Is much better to sond your letter of
Introduction nfter you arrive In the city,
nnd It would be ery foolish for you to take
them yourself. Many people are careless
about Iettcrn of Introduction, so you must
not be surprised If you do not receive an
answer to ench and every one of your Ut
ters within twenty-four hours. The people
to whom letters are sent will. If they are
disposed to be hospitable, coll or write you
within a short time, but It Is not for you to
make the tlrst advance. If by chance you
are not to be In the city any length of time
you can send your letter In advance and ask
vour friend or friend-? to inclose your ad
dress an J say you will only be In town for
a limited space of time.
If a contleman invites a lot of people to dine
with him. ar.d he I. a bachelor and they are
msrried people, whom should b put at the head
cr he table? .And If he did p'lt any one there
wmiM she li the cuet of honor, or would the
lo-iv who sat at hi right hand he tho favored
ut? R U C.
If a bachelor gives a dinner to several of
the married people of his acquaintance he
should ask the lady whom he has known
best and the longest, or whoso husband Is
his most Intimate friend, to act ns hostess
and take the seat at the head or foot of the
table: but on his right hand Is the place of
honor for the guest to whom he feel under
the greatest obligation.
A sreat deal 1. !.! In the papers about the
rlrls In xatfuonable pocUty maklnc their debut.
At what age la this supposed to take place, and
tew old 1. a youn man before he I. supposed to
be old enough to go to the fahtonabIe balls? Is
It on the coming of ace. and la that IS for a
Lirl and 21 for a rain-for the airls now seem to
graduate when older? P. E. R.
It Is supposed that a girl Is IS when she
Is formally Introduced to society, as any
girl younger than that Is still classed among
schoolgirls. There Is no stated age for a
young man to make his debut In social life,
but from the time hoys enter college they
are Included In the list of the guests at the
older dancing classes and even before they
leave college receive Invitations for formal
entertainments, sjch as dinners, dancing
and many of the private balls. Indeed, it
Is said that society nowadays consists of
very young boys and quite elderly men the
ages between not being at all well repre
sented. When a card attached to a wedding gift reads
"Mr. and Mn. ." ehouM th brtde. In ae-
knowledglnc th rift, write a nt. of thanks to
"Mr. and Mrs. " or to "Mm. "? Is It
correct to leave cards on weddlrg presents whan
beltur dlrplajrd on nlcht of wedding? Ir It cor
rect form for a bride to acknowledge a present
as em as ehe receives lime-that Is. before she
Is married? Will ou print a graceful little not
of U-anka for a present? MARIE.
You must begin the letter "My Dear Mrs.
." and simply say. "I am greatly in
to you and Mr. for your kind thought
of me." Address the envelope to "Mrs.
It Is entirely a matter of personal choice
whether you leave the cards attached to
your wedding present". As a rule, the
guests are Interested to know by whom the
gifts were sent. The presents should be
acknowledged as soon as received.
"My Dear Mrs. : It Is extremely kind
of you and Mr. to have sent me so
charming a alft, and Will and I are very
much pleaded that you should have remem
bered ha. Hoping we shall have the pleasure
of seeing you very soon, ani again thanking
you, believe me. yours sincerely, ."
"VIRGINIA RE.VT BISCUIT."
From the Youth's Companion.
Before the war the table of a Virginia
housewife was noted for one specialty
br"s.d. Meats. v?getables. cikes. jellies,
preserves snd plcklt were served as a mat
ter of course. But that which gave renown
to the table was bread good lonf bread, hot
bread, hot corn bread. bent hicult, rice
waffles, muffins, flannel cikes. batter enks,
French rolls, lady's-flngers and other varie
ties. The present writer once "at down to a
hreskfat In Richmond, before the war.
where- thirteen different kinds of bread
tempted tho guest". He expressed his eur-
prle-. and was told that nt Powhatan, tho
Itltchl plantation. guest from the North
wns amazed at seeing twenty-one kinds of
bread on the breakfast table.
"My wife," said he. "will never believe
mo when I tell her this."
"She shall." answered the hotess, and
she ordered a srvant to make up a pack
ace of samples of every kind of bread on
th table for the guest to carry to his wlfo.
Miss Burn ell. In her book. "A Girl's Life-
In Virginia Before the War." tells a story
Illustrative of the power of "Virginia beat
Miss BurwelPs mother was persuaded by
a singular-looking man to sell him a negro
boy. named Robert, that he might take him
to Europe. As Robert wished to go with
the man, the lady, although she had never
sold a servant, consented.
Master nnd man went to Pari". Robert
was supplied with money, and his dutlrs
were light. But one morning he found him.
pelf deserted. His master was a forger, and
had fled to escape arrest, leaving Robert
without money and without a friend In the
Suddenly he remembered that the Ameri
can Minister. Mr. Mason, was a Virginian,
and he lost no time In eeeklng his presence.
Mr. Mason listened to Robert's story, and
asked him many questions about people
and places in Virginia. Robert answered
correctly, but Mr. Mason was skeptical, and
at last said:
"Go Info my kitchen and make me some
old Virginia- beat biscuit and I will be
"I think I kin. ah." said Robert, and
going Into the kitchen ht rolled up his
sleeves, and thought. He had never made
s beat biscuit In his life, although he had
often watched "black mammy," th cook,
make them In his mistress' kitchen.
"If I could only make them look like
hers!" thought Robert, as he beat, rolled
and worked the dough. When he had ma
nipulated the dough enough, he stuck It all
over with a fork, cut out the biscuits and
put them to bake. With nervous anxiety he
watched them until they resembled the bis
cuits he had sen on the old plantation
table. Then he carried them to Mr. Mason.
"Now 1 know you came from old X'irL
glnlal" exclaimed the American Minister
and he Installed Robert as his household
O. AUTUMN', laden with fruit and stained
With tho blood of the grape, pass not, but
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh plpo.
And nil the daughters of the year bhull
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flow
ers. WMUm Blnko,
Nothing now Is left
But a majestic nitmory.
When shall wo three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
And melancholy Is th nurse of frenzy.
Taming uf the Shrew.
There swims no goosu so gray, but aoon or
She Unds soino honest gander for her mate.
There's beggary In tho love that can be
Anthony and Cleopatra.
A wise man loses nothing If he but tave
Republic of letters.
We cultivate literature on a little ciat-meaL
And this I know; whether the one True
Klndl to Love, or Wrath consume me quite.
One flash of it within the Tavern caught
Better than In the Temple lo-n outright.
But It it not necessary to light a candle to
In listening mood she seemed to stand.
The guardian Nuiad of the. btratid.
Scott The Lady of the Lake.
Our life contains a thousand springs.
And dies If ono begone.
Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.
We live by Admiration. Hope, and Love;
Ar.d, even as these are well and wisely
In dignity of being wo ascend.
It is a anit to persuade the world one
hath much learning, by getting u great
O, liberty, liberty, how many crimes are
committed In thy name.
Assassination has never changed the his
tory of tho world.
. were his young barbarians all at
i There was their Dacian mother he, their
Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday.
Byron "Chllde Harold."
Our holy Hve3
must win a new world's
world, without a native
For the whole
Is nothing but a prison of a larger room.
Ught Is the task when many share the toil.
Hell Is full of good meanings and wlshlngs.
There are glances of hatred that stab
and raise no cry of murder.
What wo call real estat" the solid ground
to build a house on Is the broad foundation
on which nearly all guilt of this world
Fashion a word which knaves and foola
may use. . -..
Their knavery and folly to cxcuo.
A short time is long enough for the un
A single word often betrays a great de-
In the eye of heaven, the wicked deed
devised. Is done.
The passing moment Is an edifice.
Which the Omnipotent cannot rebuild.
That In the captain's but a choleric word.
Which In the soldier Is Hat maspnemy.
The misfortunes hardest to bear are those
which never come.
Farewell! a word that must be and hath
A sound which makes us linger; yet fare
Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee.
Obi still remember me.
I am not the rose, but I have lived near
the rose. .. . .
H. B. Constant.
Seven cities worried for Homer being dead.
Who, living, had no roof to shroud his head.
Thomas Heywood. "
Borne asked me where the rubles grew.
And nothing I did say.
But with my linger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
Tarquln nnd Ceesar had each his Brutusi
Charles the First, his Cromwell-and
George the Third ("Treason!" shouted the
Speaker) may profit by their example. If
this be treason make the most of It.
Patrick Henry Speech.
The Devil wns sick, the Devil a Monk
The Devil was well, the Devil a Monk was
SHE ATE EVERY TWO IIOURS.
Lady Mary Saurln. who died In Ixndon
the othr day, having nearly completed her
hundredth year, had, during her whole
life, an unvarying habit of eating some
thing every two hours. She never In any
circumstances departed from the custom,
and to It she ascribes her good health and
longevity. When traveling or going about
London she carried a little bag of stind
wlches with her, and at the expiration of
every two hours she would open her bag
and eat one or two. Up to the end of her
life the mind of this marvelous old lady
seemed strong and active, and her memory
was remarkable. At the time of the battle
of Waterloo her father. Lord Harrow-by,
held office as President of the Council,
and htn town house was In Grosvenor
square. Lady Mary hns often related the
history of events at that critical moment
and recounted vivid recollectlors of the re
joicings and Illuminations In London when
the news of the great victory was received.
She would also tell tales of the d-sys of
the Chartists and the Cato street con
spiracy. This was a deep-laid plot to assas
sinate the entire Government of the day,
and the blow was arranged to be struck
when the members of the Cabinet were
assembled at dinner at the house of her
father Lord Harrowby In Grosvenor
FROM THE CANTICLE
OF THE ROAD.
A drsught of water from the spring.
An apple from the wayside tree.
A bit of bread for strentgh.er.lng,
A pipe for grace and policy:
And . by taking time, to find
A world that's manly to one's mind;
Some health, some with In friends a few.
Some high behaviors In their kind.
Some disposition to be truo
Arthur Colton in the Atlantic.
REQUESTS FOR TOEMS.
To the Editor of The Republic.
I WOULD like to hae jou publish. If you
will, a poem which la called. I believe,
"1-iy Him Low." The lines run something
Lay him low, lay him low.
In the cloier or In the snow.
What cares he, ha does not know.
Lay htm lew.
Summltvllle, la. CHRIST BECK.
To the Editor of The ItepuMlc.
There Is an old song entitled "Hoow Can
I Leave Thee?" that I would like to see
printed In jour magazine section.
Ash Grove, Mo. W. P. B.
To the Editor of Tbe Republic.
I became familiar with the following ex
tract when a buy, and for many years have
sought In vain to know the author:
Oo with the cotter to hU winter's fire.
When o'er the moor the loud blast whistles
And the hoarse han-doir hays the Icy moon:
Mark with what awe he hejim th wild uproar.
Silent and blic with thoueht. and how he l.lses
The Ood that rhlee on tho temptesuous cloud.
1'er hla enuic hearth and all hU llttl Jov."
Who can tell me? II. 11. M.
To the Editor of The Itetiublle.
Will you please ak, through tho columns
of your Sunday edition, for a poem entitled
"The Tabernacle Door"? I heard It In a
reci,tat!on once, nnd nm anxious to llnd it.
Tho last lino of each stanza Is: "While I
gaze on the little golden door."
St. Louis. Jlo.
H. H. M.: You aro right. The lines should
There la a calm for thoee who weep.
A re.t for weary pile rims found.
Who softly lie, and sweetly sleep.
Low In th ground.
It Is by Montgomery, nnd the poem Is en
titled "The Oravp."
To the Editor of The Republic.
Ilrase fiubllyh the w..rt': of th. irnn 'fr
Old Kentucky Hon.e" and "Jennett and Juno."
Q. U. CRANE.
"My Old Kentucky Home" has been pub
lished In these column twice In the last
fw months, therefore we cannot comply
with that part of your request.
THE REPUBLIC wishes to thank the fol
lowing persons for responses to requests for
poems and for favorite old poems: James
Karsteter. Chester, HI.. "Pictures fom Life's
Other Side": L. H. Garnett, Springfield.
Mo.. "Tho Nautilus and tho Ammonite";
Daisy Belle Rider, Fairfield. III., "The Dead
Doll'; W P. Barbee, Ash Grove, Mo, "The
Beggar"; Subscriber, "Tho Last Station":
Anonymous Friend. "To See My Dear Old
Mother"; Captain Joseph Boyce. St, Louis.
"Twinkling Stars Aro Laughirg, Ixive." and
"When This Cruel War Is Over"; J. S. Wil
son. Osawatomle, Kas.. "The Kiss In
School"; William J. Quirk. St. Loui., "A
THE REIGN OF LAW.
A LOUISVILLE. Ky., gentleman has this
to say in tho New York Times about his
experiences with the Reign of Law:
"It Is my fortune, good or bad, to be In
a position to hear a number of criticisms of
Mr. James Lane Allen's latest production,
the position being to try and serve the eer
cager public at the delivery desk in a cir
culating library with all the latest and best
fiction. In return for which I am often
sered with a great deal of free criticism,
much of it very unique and rich. And Mr.
James Lane Allen has by no nuans escaped
'scot-free' in his native Stale. For instance,
two quite charming and attnictho young
matrons came into tho library together.
One returned her book and asked for Tho
Reign of I.aw.'
"Tho other said: 'Oh. you don't want to
read thatl It is just full of Impossible de
scriptions about nothing but hemp. You
know, my husband, like yours, Is a tobac
conist, and what Interest have we In old
" "Oh, well,' said the second woman, 'give
me something else, then, just any old thing.
"I mildly suggested "God's Fool.' She
took It and I am sure read It with more In
terest than she would have that surpassing
ly beautiful soul study that bs been fur
nished us by Mr. Allen.
"Another woman returned the book with
the remark: 'Well, here la your "Reign of
the Law," and anybody who wants to Is
welcome to read it; as for me, I was bored
with so much religion and no story, while
another returned It after keeping it only
about an hour, saying:
" 'Here, you can have this book back;
I have read sixty-five pages and there Is
not a single word about love In It. and I
don't believe there Is going to be, so give
me a real good lote story.'
Then there has been another class of
critics. We might call them the "ultra
critics." who appreciate the good and
beautiful in the book, but don't want to
be too pleased, for fear they won't appear
One of these said, superciliously: "Ohl
yes. It Is a tine book, will written, of
course, but tou polished; It really U at times
That class of critics reminds one very
much of the woman who was so highly
cultivated musically and was such an acute
critic that In the music of the best musl
slans she "could hear only the discords."
But you must not think from the foregoing
criticism that the people of Jumea Lane
Allen's old home do not appreciate his lat
est book, for. Indeed, a great many do, as
how could any real and genuine lover of
nature fall to do? And those who have
ever lived In a hemp-rasing country must
realize that there could not possibly bo cor
rectly made an adverse critlck-m of the first
chapter of "The Kelgn of Law."
There was ft dear, loely, elderly woman
who came Into the library several days
ago In deep distress. She Is a woman of
unusual literary eblllty nnd comes of gen
eratlons'of cultured people.
She said: "I wish, when I hear this book
adversely criticised, that I had died ten
yais ago! I feel that this man 1ms laid
bare his Innermost thoughts to us. his ery
soul's struggles for a broad and true re
ligion; that It Is James Lane Allen's mind
and soul that we are examining beneath
the mlscroscope! that It must not be dis
cussed In a light and frivolous way. When
I read It I want to make his struggles and
trials my own and then I wonder, could
I cctne out with as purified and exalted a
mind as had David?"
LIKE A MAN.
From the Lost Cause.
Soon after the conscript law was passed
by the Confederate Congress. Captain
SUek was appointed enrolling officer for the
I arlsh of Claiborne, with orders to have its
prclsIons duly executed. His manner of
execution was the reverse of that suggested
by hi9 name, nnd created a lively sersatlon
among the "bomb-proofs," who, finding tho
pointed arguments of his muskets Irresisti
ble, moved rapidly and In a right line, to
ward the front. Not long after his arrival,
my sister had occasion to visit an old lady,
whoso sun was notoriously of the peace
persuasion. She soon missed his familiar
presence, and the following conversation
occurred: "Mrs. , where Is John?" "Gone
to light for his country, child." "Indeed; I
thought he was one of the exempts." "Lor,
honey, Cappin Slack don't know no exempts.
The other day I see his men a-galloplng
down the road. I hollered to John they war
comln. and told him the chimbly was a
good place. "Twasn't no use, though; for
they found him quicker than a cat does a
mouse." "Well. Mrs. . what did John
do?" "Do? Why, he came down and 'listed
like a man."
From the rail Mall Gazette.
The sky Is full of stars to-night.
And all the earth Is full or roses.
And from the stars distilled light
Falls on each roee a u uncloses:
So with the roses's maddenlnc i-cent
The essence of the stars Is blent
In an elixir strange, and strong
To make Bed white, to make Right wrong.
From your dear cye a magic dew
Falls, and ycur hands such spells can
As draw- from heaen down to you
The beauty of God's very face.
Ah. turn on mine jour quiet ejes.
And make me good and make me wise.
And show me by your soul's clear light
That Red Is wrong and Love la white.
Jo Daviess, the
in the Supreme
JOSEPH HAMILTON DAVIESS was born
In Virginia In 1774, but his parents removed
to Kentucky In 1773. The name of Daviess
Is perpetuated in both Missouri ar.d Illinois,
States which were settled by many emi
grants from Kentucky. The monument
of a name is still potent, and Daviess Coun
ty, Missouri, and Jo Daviess County. Illi
nois, tell of the honor In which this Ken
tucklan wns held. Gallatin Is the county
eeat of Daviess County. Missouri, and Ga
lena, in Northern Illinois, of Jo Daviess
The title of the Illinois county Is said
to have originated In tho following circum
stance, which shows how familiar that
name was In the mouths of the people long
afttr the man who bore It was dead. When
the bill creating tho county was before the
Legislature a debate arose as to Its name.
Many of tho members, who were from Ken
tucky, wished It to be called after Daviess,
und In the course of their remarks fre
quently used the more ramlllar name of
Jo Daviess A Northern member, who de
sired that the new county khould be named
for one of the heroes of his own section,
arose and aneeriugiy feuggested that It
should b called Jo Daviess. Tbe Idea was
ln.tantly caught up, and what was meant
for sarcasm was adopted by acclamation as
on amendment to the bill, and the county
is tow jo uaviea.
Born In Bedford County. Virginia, In 1774,
Joseph Hamilton Daless came of a hardy
race. His people were of Scotch-IrI.h de
scent, haruy and enterprising. His lather
was Joseph, and hU mother Joan, intelli
gent, bratu utid courageous. It Is told of
Mrs. Daviess that, on the Journey across
the mountains to Kentucky, the rode horse
back, carrjlng a child in her arms. On
one occasion the horse became frightened
and, starting back, threw her ivcr nts head.
The mother's Instinct was uppermost, even
In this moment. Clasping her enlid dos
to her breast, she received the shock upon
her outstrelche.1 arm. which was broaen.
Delay was dangerous a:.d Mrs. Daviess
knew it. She consented to stop only long
enough to have the broken arm bound up
with a handkerchief and a few splinter
from the next tree. Remounting tne same
horse she went on. still bearing fier sou in
Joseph Daviess settled with his family in
Lincoln County In tho Crab Orchard neigh
borhood, then u wild, unbroken forest. Al
though Jo Davies ne.er baw- inside of a
Bchooihouse until after be was li jcars old.
ne was not untrained In tno rudiments of
an education at that time. Ills mother, who
was u woman of force of character, taught
her children every evening after the day's
work was done, and wruie her education
was not extended, she had a practical
knowledge which was worth much to iter
children. When young Joaeph was about
IS the family removed to a farm near Dan
ville, and the son was placed under the
care of the celebrated Doctor Priestly at
liarrodaburg, whtre his schoolmates were
those who were to bo his associates and
rnals- In public life. In this school and that
of Doctor Culberlson, to which he after
wards went, he became a. goud classical
and mathematical scholar. His reaoirg wa
wldo and various. His method of study Il
lustrated th native eccentricity of his char
acter. Unable to endure the confinement of
the schoolroom. It was his custom to rise
with the sun, and repair to borne secluded
spot in the wood with his bovks, where,
stretched out at full length on a log. he
would read and muse alternately. It was
probably at this period that he acquired
that hubit of solltarv reverie which, .n
after life, w-aa one of his most striking
peculiarities In the ejc of strangers.
Reared in an atmosphere of adventure, it
is not strange that Jo Daviess should have
wisr.ea to join in the border warfare of his
time. In 17S3 he joined, as a volunteer, a
corps of mounted men, then being raised by
Major John Adair to escort a train cf pro
visions to the forts north of the Ohio River.
That expedition came near to being disas
trous to the white. Camping near the fort
ouo night they were surprised, and their
horses stolen by the Indians. Several of the
party were killed. Out of the 2M horses
taken only one was recoveted, that of Jo
Daviess. That headstrong and courageous
youth, angry at the loss of bis horse, made
a dash for the edge of the timber, where
the red men had tied the stolen steeds. He
succeeded In reaching the horse and was
untying the halter when tb" savages dis
covered him. Leaping to the animal's back,
Daviess galloped toward the fort. Bullets
flew about him. one penetrating his coat and
grazing his side, but he returned In safety.
After six months" service Daviess returned
to his home. He disliked farm work. and
the family vote, and one that pleased him.
was that he should study law. He studied
under George Nicholas, then the leading
lawyer at the Kentucky bar. His teacher
predicted a brilliant career for the young
roan, and he soon hod reafon to feel that ha
had not overestimated the ability of his
pupil; for In his first Important case before
the Court of Appeals. Daviess had the sat
isfaction of triumphing, after a long strug
gle, over his veteran Instructor.
Daviess located In Danville and began a
brilliant career, a course that made his
name a household word throughout the
State and well remembered In the younger
States of Illinois and Missouri. Ills fame
as an orator soon spread far and wide, and
the report of his eccentricities made him
an object of Interest to all. He was a
man of high character and frank and
simple manners. His political faith was at
variance with that of his fellow-citizens,
and he was never elected to any political of
fice. He was a Federalist.
instead of riding the circuit as most of his
brother lawyers did. he took his rifle, and.
arrayed In hunting shirt, coon-skln cap and
buckskin leggings, ranged through the
woods, thus combining Ills favorite recrta-
tlon of hunting with professional duties.
Iine story is iuiu uu mm mm on uiits uu
caslon he entered a sciioolaioi'se in the
woods which was the scene of a trial. A
strange young man was being tried for
horse stealing, and as no one knew him, he
could call no witness- ti his defense. The
public prosecutor pushed the case with
vigor, and one witness in particular, a
loud-mouthed bully, gave much evidence
In detail against the prisoner. Just then
the tall backwoodsman, who had been lean.
Ing on his rfle. In the rear of tho court
room, came forward and questioned the big
witness sharply In such a way as to upset
thai Individual's confidence and give a hint
as to the falsehoods he had been telling.
The Prosecuting Attorney hastened to pro
tect his witness, and the Judge inquired:
"I say, stranger, what mought your name
"I am Joseph Hamilton Daviess," replied
the hunter. There was a quiver of excite
ment at this announcement. The young man
accused was soon proved to be Innocent
through the cross-examination conducted
At C Daviess wns at the summit of his
profession. As a lawyer none surpassed
him, and as a public speaker he had but
two rivals Clay and Bledsoe. His eccen
tricities were most peculiar, and In his
dress he was notably careless at times.
while at others he would appear In the
finest broadcloth, making a superb appear
ance with bis great height and fine car
riage. Daviess was the first Western lawyer to
appear In the United states Supreme court.
He had become Interested In the "Green
River Country" litigation, and went u
Washington to represent his clients His
entrance into the capita! was most pic
turesque. Dressed in a pair of old cordu
roys, ripped at the ankle, linsey round
about and a threadbare drab overcoat, with
dilapidated shoes- without strings, this stal
wart figure. S feet high, ttalked throagh
the streets, leading a. little black, rougn
halrcd filly, her tail matted with cockle
burrs. Putting up at an obscure tavern, he
removed his overcoat, put a quantity of
bread and cheese and gingerbread in one
pocket, while in the other he piaced a bun
uifi of papers tied witn a yarn string. Thus
equipped, he appeared n the courtroom, un
known to all and unnoticed.
The case was called, and Mr. Taylor of
Virginia, the leaulcg counsel on the side
oppcrtd to Daviess, urate to speak. He pro
ceeded brilliantly, but was interrupted sev
eral times by the supposed backwoodsman,
who corrected statements made by the
speaker. At length, Irrlutwl by what ha
t M Jt
First Western Lawyer to Appeat
Court of the United States.
thought were Impertinences, he asked th
Judge to protect him. Judge Marshall, al
ways exceedingly lenient, and supposing thai
it was rorr.e Kentucky backwoodsman Inter,
ested in the suit, replied that he supaosel
the gentleman was ore of the parties to
the action and that he had a right to Li
heard; that his corrections seemed verj
just, though Irregularly made. He advlseij
the stranger to leave his case In the hands
of his counsel, who was present. Davless'i
colleague had by this time received a hici
as to who his strange ally was, and kepi
Taylor finished his argument, one of f re&l
pocer Rnd Ingenuity, and sat down. Then
the stranger .arose, and, throwing asldo all
oddity of manner, began a speech so clear,
so forcible In Its logic, and so masterly la
Its exposure of hi adversary's weak points,
tha: that gentleman, though well accus
tomed to the conflicts of the forum, seemed
paralyzed. It Is said that sweat stood in
large drops on his face us he listened to
that crushlrg reply.
Daviess galDed his case. A little later h
gained tho hand and heart of the sister ol
the Chief Justice.
On this Vllt to the East b m.srt n turn-
of the Northern and Eastern cities, making
the acquaintance of the prominent men of
ine country, with whom he kept up a corre
spondence till his death. After his return
he was appointed United States Attorney
for the District of KenJnnVv tho noli- mV-
11c office he ever held.
While he held this office Aaron Burr vis
ited Kentucky on his disastrous rnlssln
down the Mississippi. The Kentuckions
were fascinated by Burr. Only Daviess ap
peared to be suspicious of hla actions. Be
lieving that he had enough evidence to sus
tain a case, he moved for an order from the
court requiring Aaron Burr to appear and
answer tho charge of high misdemeanor
In levying war against a nation with which
the United States were at peace. There
was great excitement, but Burr took mat
ters coolly, and his air of injured innocence
was capital. In the trial there was a great
debate between the two Kentucky orator
Clay and Daviess. It was a battle of giants
The famous trial ended with victory for Clay
with tremendous popular favor. Slander
and abuse were Daviess's portion. In a few
days his course was Justified, when ths
President's proclamation was issued. For a
time Daviess's personal rxmularltv .m
destroyed. Indeed, only his heroic death.flre
years later, restored his name to Its
former place in the affection of the public
Colonel Daviess, after showing great mili
tary genius, fell at the battle of Tippe
canoe, in the autumn of 1S11. He died at
the early age of 57.
LI HUNG CHANG'S QUESTIONS.
An American Woman la the London Express.
During the visit of LI Hung Chang to
America three years ago, I was sent by a
New York dally to interview him.
It mattered little as to what I asked his
opinion upon. The principal thing was t3
get him to talk with an American glrL
When I say talk, J mean, of course,
through an interpreter, for he could not
Now this was not an easy thing to ac
complish, because Chinamen are proverbial
ly skeptical on the woman question. The
women In China don't know beans, so LI
Hung couldn't understand how an Amer
ican girl could do "men things." as he ox
pressed my vocation, and be perfectly
harmless at the same time.
However, I persuaded one of his suite,
Lo Feng Suh, to gain me admission to hi
Celestlan Highness, and, greatly to my
amusement. I found myself being inter
viewed by Li Hung Instead of my Interview
ing him. He asked me more Impertinent
questions In Ave minutes than I could mus
ter courage to do in a lifetime. He first
asked how old I was.
"Was I married?
"Why wasn't I married?
"Did I expect to get married? .
"Did women of my country crr go)
th-ough life without getting married?
"Had any one eTer asked me to marry?
"How much money was I worth?
"How much did 1 make as a newspaper
"Did I like writing for papers?
"Was my editor married?
"Did he have any children?
"How long had I written stories?
"Would I go on writing if I should eve?
"Was the color of my hair natural?
"Didn't American ladles sometimes dy
their hair yellow?
"What made my eyebrows so much darksr
than my hair?
"Couldn't I make them lighter?
"Was my health good?
"Did I walk much, or always ride?
"Why didn't I wear rings?
"Why didn't I buy some?
"Why didn't I wear some color other tha
"When did my father die?
"How much money was be worth?
"Where did I live?
"Did I own the house or rent It?
"Why didn't I buy it?
"How far was it from the Waldorf Hotatf
"Did I live alone?
"Did nice young ladles live alone In Asm
"Was I ever coming to China?
"Did I think I would marry a Chinaman T
At this stage of the "Interview" I deoldsd
to go, and I did so without having; asked UL
Hung a single quqestion. After seeing him,
I did not care to ask but this one. and I've
been sorry ever since to think I did sat da
it. I only wanted to ask why on earth 'he'
did not have his yellow silk Jaoket washed!,
"SPIDER TIME" IN MANILA.
Correspondence of the San Jos Mercury.
"SPIDER time" has arrived, and the Fill-;
plno boy Is happy. He does not know much
about marbles, but when spider tlms
arrives, and that is just after the rainy
season begins, he knows that he Is to have
great sport. There are two harmless varie
ties of spiders that are green and yellow la,
color that mature In June. They are as'
Virge as the common black spider, so plenti
ful In California. The Filipino boy catches
these and keeps them secure In a. box. A
small rod the size and length of a knitting
needlo is procured. A spider Is then placed
on the rod. Another boy comes along and
he bets a cent that his spider will whip.
Then the sport begins. The boy who Is chal
lenger produces his spider, places It on the
rod with the challenger's. Both spiders
make a rush for each other and a flerc
battle ensues. Sometimes the stronger of
the two will wind a web around the other,
fastening him to the rod and completely
"putting him. out of business." The
spiders sometimes fight for ten minutes.
Nearly every boy has from eight to twenty
spiders, and they bet all the Filipino pennies
they can get on the result of tho fight.
THE MODERN RASCAL.
In contrast with his primitive prototype,
the modern rascal Is noticeable first of all
for his versatility, says Edith Kellogg Dun
ton In the Atlantic He is no longer merely
a reckless thief, a dextrous liar, or a coarse
practical joker. With the Increasing com
plexity of life his sphere has widened lm-.
measurably and his motives and ambitions
have been stretched to cover everything in
the material and moral universe. So we
have Baldassare cultivating cunning that ha
may take his vengeance on Tito Melerva,
and Tito, too Indolently fond of his own
sweet will and too ambitious for the favor
of the Medlcis to seek power or pleasure by
the straight and narrow way. We have
Becky Sharp tricking matchlessly for a title,
and Leicester scheming less adroitly if more
recklessly for a throne. And as curiously
modern variants, we have the philanthropic
rascal In Roden's Corner and the rascal on
principle In Beggars All. Some play for the
prize, and some, like Rupert of Hentzau,
love best the hazards of the game; some,
like Becky, tread hard on human hearts,
and others, like Gilbert Parker's Pretty
Pierre, can be very tender when there Is
need; some, as Rochester, stand proudly
self -justified In a condemning world; other
undeceived drink the bitter draught Ulf
own hearts pour for them to Its dregs.
T A?'lt:. W-'