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EQUAL AND EXACT JUSTICE TO ALL IHEN OF WHATEVER STATE OR PERSUASION, RELIGIOUS OR POLITICAL. Thot. Jtftrum.
M'ARTHUE, VINTON COUNTY, OHIO, NOVEMBER 27i 1856.
NO. 15. '
M l (flv 111
The McArthur Democrat.
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THE LOVELY WOMAN'S KISS.
BY AN ENTHUSIASTIC YOUNG MAN.
I've banquetod on luxuries
Produced iu every clime,
I've feasted on rich turtle soup,
And supped on oysters prirao ;
- But nothing so delicious is
Within a world like this,
As soft caresses seasoned by
A lovely woman's kiss.
I've gloated o'er tho festive bourd,
And drank rich draughts of wrno
' I'vo listened at the opera
To melody divine ;
Bat oh! I'vo never, novor met
Such sweet oxcess of blit-a
As thrills tho soul when lips receive
A lovely woman's kiss.
In glltt'ring hulls of splendor rare
I've passed the midnight hours
In gardens beautiful and fair
I've wandered 'mid tho flowers ;
But there's a doaror joy than these
A joy I would not miss
A heavenly rapture which is found
In lovoly woman's kiss.
In my last hour, when death draws near,
In durkness and in gloom,
May woman's smile my pathway cheer,
And light me to the tomb ;
And whon my soul shall take its flight,
To other worlds than this,
May it be watted to the skies
By lovely woman's kiss.
Popping the Question.
BY AN OLD BACHELOR.
About twenty years ago, (I was not
then so bald as I am now.) I was
spending the midsummer with my old
friend and school-fellow, Tom Morton.
Tom had married early in life, and
had a daughter, Mary Roso, who, to
her father's and mother's beauty, add
ed her uncle Absalom's good humor
and her aunt Deborah's notability. In
her you had the realization of all that
the poets have sung about fairy forms,
dulcet voices and witching eyes. She
was just such a being as you may im
agine to yourself as the heroine of
some beautiful romance. My heart
was susceptible and I tell in love.
No man, I thought, had ever loved as
I did a common fancy among lovers
and tho intensity of my affection, I
believed would not fail to secure a re
turn. One cannot explain tho secret,
but they who have felt the influence
well know how to judge of my feel
ings. I was completely over head and
ears as mortal could be. I loved
with that entire devotion that makes
filial piety and brotherly affection
epeak to the corner of a man's heart
and leave it to the undisputed sover
eignty of feminine beauty.
The blindness incidental to my
Eassion, and the young lady's nniform
indness, led me to believe that the
possibility of her becoming my wifo
, was by no means as remote as at first
it appeared to be; and having 6peut
aeveral sleepless nights in examining
the subject on all sides, I determined
to make an offer of my hand. For
more than a week I could not obtain
- go opportunity of speaking alono with
my adored, notwithstanding I bad
frequently left the dinner table pre
maturely with that view, and several
. limes excused myself from excursions
which had been planned for my espe-
At length the favorablo moment
seemed to be at hand. A charity ser
. mon was to be preached by the bishop
s. for the benefit of the Sunday school ;
' and as Mr. Morton was church warden
and destined to hold one of the plates,
it became imperative upon his family
tobonresent n-jon the occasion.' I
of course proffered my services; and it I
was arranged that we should set off
early next morning to secure good
seats in the center aisle. I could
hardly close my eyes that night for
thinking how I should "pop the ques
tion and when 1 did get a short
slumber, was awakened on a sudden
by some one starting behind the hedge
just 89 1 was disclosing the soft secret.
bometimeB, when 1 had fancied my
self sitting by tho lovely Mary in a
bower of jessamine and roses, and had
just concluded a beautiful rhapsody
about loves and doves, myrtles and
turtles, I raised my blushing head and
found myself tete-a-tete with her pa
pa! At another moment she would
slip a beautiful pink, hot-pressed bil-
! let douxinto my hand, which, when I
turn snf f hn a
challengo from some favored lover, do
uuiuiutu lb nvuiu iiiiu vim bv uu o
siring the satislaction
of meeting mo
at halt past six o clock in tho morn
ing, and concluded, as usual, with an
indirect allusion to a hoise-whip.
Morning dreams, they say, always
come true. It is a gross falsehood,
mine never come true. But I had a
pleasant vision that morning and I
loudly believed it would bo verified.
Methonght 1 had ventured to "pop tho
question" to my dear Dulcinea, and
was accepted. I jumped out of bed
in a tremor. . "Yes" I cried, "I mil
pop tho question; ere this night-cap
again cnvelopo this unhappy head,
tho trial shall be made!" And I sha
ved and brushed the hair over tho bald
place on my crown, and tied my cra
vat with unprecedented caro ; and
mado my appearance in tho breakfast
1)arlor just as tho servant maid had
egnn to dust tho table and chairs.
Breakfast time at length arrived.
But I shall pass over the blunders I
committed during its progress, how I
salted Mary Hose's muffin instead of
:ny own, poured tho cream into tho
sugar-basin and took a bite at the tea
pot lid. "Pop the question," haunted
mo coutinually, and I feared to speak
even on tho most ordinary topic, lest
I should in some way betray myself. -Pop
pop pop! everything seemed
to go oil" with a pop! and at length
when Mr. Morton hinted to Mary and
or mot I tor ilrut 4t timo- to
to "pop" on their bonnets, I thought
ho laid a peculiar stress on the horri
blo monosylablc, and almost expected
him to accuse mo of some sinister do
sign upon his daughter. It passed off
however;and we set out for the church.
Mary Roso leaned upon my arm, and
complained how dull I was. I, of
course, protested against it, and tried
to rally; vivacity, indeed, was one of
my characteristics, and I was just be
ginning to make myself extremely
agrceablo, when a little urchin, in tho
thick -gloom of the dark entry, let offa
pop.gnn close to my ear. Tlicsound,
simple as it may seem, mado mo start
as if a ghost had stood before me; and
when Mary observed that I was "very
nervous this morning," I felt as if I
could have throttled tho lad; and in
wardly cursed tho inventor of pop
Wo had now arrived in the middle
aisle, when my fair companion whis
pered me "My dear Mr. ,
won't you tako off your hat?" This
was on ly a prelude to still greater blun
ders. I posted myself at tho head of
tho seat, sang part of tho hundredth
Psalm while tho organist was playing
tho symphony, sat down when I should
havo 6tood up, knelt when I ought to
have been standing, and jtiBt at tho
end of tho creed found myself pointed
duo west, tho gaze and wonder of the
The sermon at length commenced ;
and the quietness that ensued, broken
only by the perambulations of tho bea
dlo and sub-schoolmaster, and tho col
lision ever and anon of their official
wauds with tho heads of refractory stu
dents, guilty of the enormous crime of
! gaping or twirling their thumbs, gave
me no opportunity ot collecting my
scattered thoughts. Just as the rest
of the congregation were going to
sleep, I began to awake from rny
mental lethargy; and by the time the
worthy parson had discussed three or
four heads of his text, felt myself com
petent to makea8peech in parliament.
Ju6t at this moment, too, a thought
struck me as beautiful as it was sud
den a plan by which I might make
the desirable tender of my person, and
display an abundant share of wit into
tho bargain. . " . ,..
To this end I seized ' Mary Rose's
prayer-book, and turning oyer the pa
ges till I came to Matrimony, marked
the passage, Wilt' thou hava this
man to be thy wedded hutban Jt" with
two emphatic dashes; and confidently
pointing significantly to myself, hand
ed it to her with a bow. She took it!
she read it 1 1 she smiled! J 1 "Was
it a smilo of assent? 0, how my heart;
beat in my bosom at that.. instantSQ
loud that I fcarod (ho pcoplo around
us might hear its palpitation; and
looked at them to see if they noticed
me. bhe turned over a tew leaves
she took my pencil which I had pur
posely inclosed in tho book and sue
marked a passage. O yo gods and
deml-gods! what were my sensations
at that moment! 1 grasped the book
and I squeezed the hand that pre
sented it; and opening the pago trem
blingly, and holding the volume close
to my eyes (for the type was small, and
my sight not quite eo good as it used
to be,) Oh Mary Rose! that 1 should
live to relato it! I read, ''.A iceman
may not marry her grandfather!"'
An Amusing Story.
I hut " tuey who dance must pay
the piper," is a saying well illustrated
in the following anecdote, sent to ns
for preservation in tho drawer. " It
may not be new," he says, "whore the
parties are known for tho story has
been told before by one who was at
ono time a resident of this county
but it will be new to tho great major
ity of your readers."
Sam happened to arrivo at
tho pleasant village ot b , one
mild autumn evening, and 'put up' at
its only tavern; and as he entered ho
heard music and dancing in tho upper
chambor. The landlord, who was an
old acquaintance, told him that a ball
was going on in tho hall above.
''Come, Sam, go up; thero'll bo fun
and good music,
,l Can't do it." said Sam : " havn't
the trimmings; (ho was a hatter and
knew tho value of trimmings,) look
at mv shirt. 'Twonldn'tdo."
"Never mind that," said his friend,
"I can give you a 6hirt of my own,"
and stepping into an adjoining room,
ho brought out ono big enough for
Daniel Lambert. Holding it up he
"There, now, is a comfortable,
roomv shirt for you."
"Oh. that won't do: I should lose
myself in it entirery!"
"Well," said the good naturcd Boni
face, " I guess, after all, 1 can do bet
ter for you. Ono of the girls in the
kitchen is ironing some shirts for the
boarders, and I can get you one that
will fit any how; just you hold on.".
. Ho presently appeared wiui a nice
which having thrust himself in an ad
joining bed-room, he mado a hasty
toilet and entered the ball-room. .
Being young and good-looking, he
found as many partners as ho wanted,
and had a selection from tho prettiest
girls in tho room.
Tho other rustic beaux and homely
belles didn't stem to like it much.
A jealous lover went so far as to say:
"111 cut tho comb of that conceited
cock mighty quick, if he don't mind
Meanwhile, Sam felt that ho was
tho " observed of all observers," and
his pride was not a littlo elated.
Presently there came the toot! toot!
of an old-fashioned stage horn in the
distance. Tho coach lumbered up to
the door, tho driver threw out the
mail and went into the bar-room, it
being his stopping place at the Inn
for tho night.
"Won't you go up stairs and join
tho dancers ?" asked tho landlord.
"They're having a great time up there
don't yon hear the fiddlo and the
door a trembling?"
"In those days 6tago-drivers were
of tho most popular cast of communi
ty; and our hero, knowing this, readi
ly consented. lie called the maid for
a clean shirt.
Sho came in with the answer that
the landlord had lent it to Sam
to dance in to-night, not knowing nor
thinking that the stage-driver would
"want to use it that night 1"
Here was a pretty kettle of fish I
his only clean "Bark" loaned to a stran
ger to take his place in the ball-room,
to which the lundlord had just invited
him! lie was " tearing mad, " and
after a few observations, which were
rather more nervous than elegant, he
entered the ball-room, hia face flushed,
and his voice somewhat husky from
passion, and strode into the middle
the hull. The music stopped and the
driver broke the ensuing silence with
the 6uddcn question,
" la there a man by the name of
bam , borer .
"That's me," said Sam, stepping
forward, evidently expecting some
new evidence of his sudden populari
"Oh, you aro Sam , then, are you?"
"Yes. and what do you want of
me?" : ,
"Nothin' in particklar, onlyi when
you get through with that shirt of
mine that you've got on your back,
and are Btruttin' round in. I'd just
thank yon to leave it at tho bar!" --
Aloud laugh followed "this expos
ure; the coxcomb was cut; his feath
ers drouned. and amidst much cack
ling he vanished frojx V bo.. .gay" and
The Throne of Solomon.
change) of a remarkable piece of mech
anism is taken from a ' Persian manu
script called Tho history of Jerusa
lem." It purports to be a description
of tho throno of King Solomon, and if
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tne aetaus are correctly given, it un
doubtedly surpasses any piece of
mechanism produced . in - modern
times. The sides of it were pure gold,
the feet of emerald and rubies, inter
mixed with ptarl8,'eacli of which was
asr largo as an ostrich's egg. i ho
throno had seven steps; on eacheido
were delineated orchards full iof trees,
the branches of which were of precious
stones, representing fruit, ripe and un
ripe ; on the tops ot trees were to be
seen figures of plumage birds, partic
ularly the peacock, tho etaub, and the
turkeys. All these birds were hollow
ed within artificially, so as to occasion
ally utter a thousand melodious sounds
such as tho ears of mortals never
heard. On tho first was delineated
vino branches having bunches of
grapeH, composed of various sora ot
precious stones, fashioned in such a
manner as to represent the various col
ors of purple, violet, green and red, so
ns to ronder tho appearance of real
fruit. On the second step on each side
ot tho throno, wero two lions of terri
ble aspect, large as lite, and formed of
cast gold, lhe naturo of tins remark
able throno was such that when Solo
mon placed his foot on the first stop,
tho birds spread forth their wings and
mado a fluttering noise in tho air. On
his touching tho second step, tho li
oii3 expanded their claws. On reach
ing tho third Btep, tho whole assem
blage of demons and fairies and men
repeated tho praise of tho Deity .,
When he arrived at tho fourth step,
voices were heard addressing him in
the following manner : M Son of Da
vid, bo thankful for tho blessings
which tho Almighty has bestowed up
on you." The same was repeated on
approaching the fifth step. On his
touching the sixth, all the children of
Israel joined them ; and on Ins arri
val at the seventh, all. tho birds and
fluiirialfl jDecameiri-JrootionAnd rai-.
ed not until no" had placed himself in
tho royal seat, when tho birds, lions,
and other animals, by secret springs,
discharged a Bhower of tho most pre
cious perfumes on Solomon ; after
which two of tho kurges descended
and placed a golden crown upon his
head. Before the throno was a col
umn of burnished gold, on the top of
which was a golden dove, which held
in its beak a volume bound in silver.
Iu this book were written tho Psalms
of David, and the dove having pre
sented tho book to the King, he read
aloud a portion of it to the children of
Israel. It is further related, that on
tho approach of a wicked person to the
thiono, the lions were wont to Bet np
a terrible roaring, and to lash their
tails with violence. The birds also be
gan to bristle up their feathers, and
tho assembly, also, of demons and gc
ni, to utter horrid cries ; for fear of
them, no ono dared be guilty of false
hood, but all confessed their crimes.
Such was the throno of Solomon, the
son of David.
The Veiled Pictl-ke. A story is
told of two artiat lovers, both of whom
sought the hand of a painter's daugh
ter. And the question which of the
two 6hould possess himself of tho prize
so earnestly coveted by both, having
come to the father, he promised to give
his child to tho one who could paint
the best. So each strove for tho maid
en with the highest skill his genius
could command. One painted a pic
ture of fruit, and displayed it for tjip.
father's inspection in a beautiful grove,
where gay birds 6ang sweetly among
tho foliage, and all nature rejoiced in
tho luxuriance of bountiful life. Pres
ently the birds came down to the can
vass of theyoung painter, and attempt
ed to cat the fruit ho had pictured
there, in his surprise and joy at the
young artist's skill, the father declared
that no one could triumph over that.
Soon, however, the second lover
came with his picture, and it was
' " Tako tho veil from your painting,"
said the old man.
' I leave that to you," said the ar
tist with simplicity.
The father of tho young and lovely
maiden approached the veiled picture
and attempted to uncover it. But
imagine his astonishment, when as he
attempted to take off the veil be found
the veil itself to be tho picture. . We
need not say who was the lucky lover;
for if the artist who deceived the birds
in painting, manifested great powers
of art, ho who could so veil his can-;
yaea with, the pencil as- to decei ve a
skillful master was surely the. greatest
artist. ' " - .
Declaration of War from an
Declaration of War from an M .D.
Iho Scalpel for November, has a
broadsido aimed at somo of the capital
sins of man and womankind, which
amounts to nothing less than a medi
cal declaration of war: '
Como here, thon filthy, stinking,
nasty, contemptible tobacco chower,
whose, breath would poison, our sow
er, and whose slavered lips would
frighten away a night scavenger! here,
take The Scalpel in thy trembling
hand, aud read thy doom! Wiltlbou
mako. respfctablo . muck ? -: Throw
away thy tobacco 1 Get ' into a big
spittoon, and let tho water run over
ana througu .uco tut tno next two
months; then get into a vinegar vat,
and undorgo a thorough pickling, and
by tho fourth of March next thou raay-
cst become a decent citizen. -.
Hallo! you rollicking, hiccoughing,
stupid aud spewing spalpeen of a
drunkard; lie down in that gutter, and
hear patiently our fervid virulence.
What, in tho name ot decency ana
manhood, are you abont in putting
that Belzebub compound of alchohol,
aquafortis and alum into your alimen
tary stew-pan I liere, iaKO tins ; n is
ono of your emetics. Swallow it
down and vomit it up, and then let us
swab you out with wormwood tea and
somo of our "Uapsicnm catsup."
Wo know what's good for you.
Hand over your money, and 6ettlo
your muddled brains (if you have any
left) to work on its 'Pages, and go any
where that we send you Blackwelf's
Island, if we say eo; but go at once and
havo our prohibitory law enforced at
tho point of The Scalpel. Give ul
tho liquor, or give your carcass for
You tako snuff, do you? Well,
your noso is of no more worth than to
make a dust hole of, let's make your
mouth a garbago barrel! Here, opeu
it, and let us put there withered cu
cumbers and rotten apples and cab
bage in! Hold! there are somo stink
ing scraps of scrofulous cow-beef, and
some cigar ends' that have been fwice
smoked and sucked. Stayl there's
few rotten onions, and tho contens of
spittoon from a grocery store, where
von po to bnv vour dinner. Don't
po angry. Its just to nicq as any
yutir nnnaraa, exrromonuxi unuu uuu
ground snufll We shall have to put
your noso under tho hydrant ' until
winter, and then begin to apply oil
and turpentine until spring.
Mv dear Miss Letitia: why do von
wear tight boots and high heels? Your
fascinating foot will bo spoiled, lhe
pressuro will make tho toes swoll.
Vou will havo most agonizing pains
from corns, and swelling from bunions.
The beauty of your foot will bo lost,
tho springing gracefulness of your
tread will be gone; the legs will be sore
and painful, and you cannot danco the
fascinating scottishe; you will have to
shutllo and amble like a spavined nag,
and perhaps your ankles may givo out,
and you bo lamo for life.
You can cultivate and improve
your natural possessions and gifts of
body and mind, but yon cannot change
them for the better. Your foot is just
tho right size. Take care of it, wash
it, rub it, keep it clean and warm,and
cultivate cverv toe and ioint.and make
it an elegant and reliable carriage for
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tne Douy. n yon pui u into douub
and imprisonment, expect an ugly and
troublesome enemy. A compressed
foot is one of the most awful ot both
erations. Pray you, avoid itl
0 madam! I tell you it is thor
oughly outrageous! I was speaking
to you, Lady Veronica Pcrfectl Well,
sir, pray what is "thoroughly out
rageous?" Your dress, my lady.
And pray what is my dress to you?
An abominaton, madam. And your
Scalpel, to me, is an impertinent bore.
I bhall dress as I please, sir. I wish
vou would, madam. At present you
dress to please that vulgar mob
fools 'called "The Fashion." You who
havo such ood taste and cultivated
understanding, to pntyOrself in tho
shape of a parachute, and be hooped
np like a hogshead of sugar, with
tackling enough about you for a pack
et ship! You ought to be ashamed
it! With a shell on your head, and
dry goods store about your hoels.
Aro not you a foolish woman tu make
yourself a Blave to the dry goods sell
or and dress maker? You'll find the
crystal palace alone soon ! ; Why,
yon d positively have to undress in the
entry, if you came to see us, for you
could 'nt get into the doorway of an
ordinary parlor as you arb. What
will bccojno of you at tho equinox ?
Alady, being in want of i dyer,
was referred to an excellent workman
and something of a wag in hia line.
lady called and asked: "Are you
tho dying man?" ma'am, I'm a
living uiau, but I'll dyo for you,"
promptly .replied the man of niany
colors; pitting lb,9 crap hwiijff here, -it
was needed, "
From the Knickerbocker.
Mr. Phoenix in Oregon.
We rather think, upon the wholo; lt
that we shall violate no confidence"'
nor do any particular hurt, by per vb
mitting the reader to havo a peep eth
tho following passages from a privatum
letter from " John Phoenix, " alia.
"Squibob," dated from Portland, 0(
ogon Territory, the latter part of AtM
grist last. His epistlo ends with a a
poem which is scarcely less character )
istic than the letter iUelfj.. ' , -r
'ltgivesm(3 unfeigned pleasure ,
inform you that I am about to quit tho ,
gloomy and. . pover-t6-bo-dried-irpr'sky"3
or urcgon ana repair witnonf unnec-''
essarv delay, to D on bur- bore: .
don.' Yes; Bif,"lm off; " Berticea?;
no longer required on. theso incleui
ent shores shores which, when you .
read of in Irvings "Astoria," you na-'
tnrally wish to behold, -and admire J
old Astor's pluck in makiugestablish
tnents thereon, and whicliv vnen yom
reach, vou wish !roii.Uadn'i and ad-..
mire still more old Astor's good sens'j
in breaking his establishments up and
quitting while there was yet time"" "
Rain is ah exceedingly pleasant and
gratifying institution in its way, tkir
in moderation; it causos tno grass va
grow, tho blossoms to flourish, and. 4aa
a positive necessity to tho umbrella t
maker; but when you get to a coun
try where it rains incessantly twenty- ?
six hours a day, for soventeeti mouths
in the year, you cannot resist having-1
the conviction forced upon your miud
that tho thing is sightly overdono.r,
That's tho case in. Oregon; it coiri
menced raining pjetty heavily oq tho
third of last November, and it, contin
ued up to the filtentU of May, when
it not in for a lnn.nr storm which isn't
fairly over yet. There's moist uro Tot
you. ' ' " "''"
Tho consequences ot this awiui en-'
mate are just what might bo supposed-.i
The immense quantity of tho protox-,
ida squirtod about here, causes trees,
buildings, streets, everything to pro-'
sent a diluted,' wishy-washy appear--'
the men their hair, (washed off str,):
and the animals, by constant expos-
ure acquire scales and fius, like tho.
natives of th8-'grejiideep. -In fact al
tho ' inhabitants Of thkterritory havo1
fa" generally scaly appcaranlViTr-Si-
juiuo m u peculiar emeu a comuina-f
tion, I should say of a fish-ball and a
fresh mudsucker. Tho rains of Ore
gon beat everything in that line lever
beheld or concoived of. Tlioso that
foil on Noah's Ark wero not moro
heavy; thoso of Nero, Caligula and
I. Necly Johnson not more terrible;
nor those of Lady Suffolk, at Moscow,
longer or stronger, which is a slightly
mixed metaphor of a very happy des
cripuon. oo, upon tuo wuoie, i m
glad, I'm off; yes, I'm quite euro or
it; and I long to get to D , where
tho people enjoy the light of the blefl-
scd sun, and where I can enjoy it, also,
and dry my things, and read Irvipg'ij
"ABtoria." Such a thing as "dry
humor" in Oregon, is, of course, a
Compliment to Printers.
recent published letter on the subject;
of public printing, has a word of sug
gestion for the press, and a compli-
iueub ur wio euiupubuur, w uuse uuiy it
is not unfremicntlv to make sense "out
of very sensless chirography. -v Nono
but a writer lor the press can compre
hend how much there is in the veteran
printer's remarks. Many members oS
Congress and not a few greater men
must have been surprised at the rc.
spectable figure they cut in print.
without thinking of tho toilsome labor
and tho exercise . of tho better talent
than their own which had been expenv
ded by the journeyman printer in putr
ting into good shape tho message or
report of a speech furnished them,
Mr. Rives says: "
''I have the manuscript writingf
most great nlcn of the country faring
the past twenty years, and I thinkthat
I may say that not twenty of thooi
could stand the test of the scrutiny of
one half the journeymen printers eq.
ployed in my office. ;This fact willlib
vouched by every editor in the Unidri.
To a poor ''journeyman" printer
many a "great man" owes his repu
tion tor scholarship; and were the bum
ble compositors to resolve, by concert.
to set up manuscript in their hands-r-
even for ono littlo week precisely as
it is written by the authors. ."there !
would be more reputations slaughtered
than their "devils" could Bbaktf-u
4stickn : at' in : twenty .four iibura-
btatesraen would, become ''small ;.bj
degroos, and boautifully less. .. ifany
an ass would have the lien's qhIq torn
from his Jimbg AIen Whom' tno
world would call writers, would .wake
up nornipss ami find themlelyr.li.
aqd cheflJtsV ' ' '