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Volume XX2,
Helena, Montana, Thursday, June 7, 1888.
No. 28
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THE MINSTREL'S LOVE.
boars, |
The Minstrel wandered by the mountain stream,
And through the leafy grove; à
Ho tuned Ins lute and sang, and loi his theme J,
Was all of love.
ir
The birds sang gayly all the summer day
Amid the boughs above;
The Mb;si n i beard, and answered to tbeir lay, ~
Twas all of love. 'J
He met the maid that most be long'd tc meet, 4
As sin* at eve did rove;
He greeted her as merest friends might greet, £
Mo word of love!
To birds and stream his inmost heart h<
Aud might their pity move
For his »ad lot; to her alone he dares
Mot speak of love. • Y
Ah. cruel maid, const thou not read his eyes?
Cans: thou not read his heart? *
Caiist thou not see that with a smile he tries >1
To hide its smart?
Go ask the little birds of what he sang; •' »
Go ask each forest tree, ;
V.Tiat was the theme to which its branches rang,
'Taasaii of thecî .J
_ . —Pittsbu/ g Bulletin. *
BONNIE GIRZIE O' GLENBRAE. |
• Leeze me, lassie, but I io'e thee, '
And my thochts run like a sang,
* A« t he burn adoon the coorie,
rr Louping wi' sheer Joy alang.
Gin ye knew their sang by hairt, love,
And would lilt the simple lay.
Oh. how happy wad it mak' me, ;
Bonnie Girzie o' Glenbrael *'
- _ j ?
Yang the lave thee only lo'e I,
And my hairt is like a bloom, V
As a gowan on the haugh side.
Bursting w*' love's pure perfume; '
Wad ye wear my modest posey *.
On thy bosom, blest for aye.
It would yield its Inmost, spirit,
Bounie Girzie o' Glenbrael , ,
Wad ye sing my thochts, my daw-tie, v
Yours wad lilt fond symphony;
Wad ye wear my hairt bloom ever, "*
Yours wad fellow blossoms be;
6weet wi' joy and love enduring, ~
Hong and bloom wad blend alway.
Livin' melody and fragrance— -
Bonnie Girzie o' Glenbrael
—Malcolm Taylor, Jr.
ON THE MOUNTAINS. \ ,
Time (lies la bti *7 vales below
Oat here above he drops his wIdets. '__
fie climbs with footstep calm and slow,_
* Ur pauses while the gay lark sings. > ^
_ snatches from us, so It seems, ' «
k In busy towns each happy hour; * _ ^__
D it here above he gives sweet dreams. •• 1
• Tu: ough cloudlets days in some stitt bower.
Time carries us to death's dark gate
With hurried flight in vales below;
_ But here above he seems to wait, * Til
And only bids us higher go. *
\
For an the mountain slopes we learn ' ' 1
One lesson from our teacher. Tune, *• i
Tis we who give him wings to earn
1 What they alone can reach who climb. '
— B. L. Tollemacha.
n* Is Mot a Human Boy.
I never have met,
' Yet 1 cannot forget,
'Thtrs'er I may w-ander, where'er I may be,
The minister's joy.
That dear little boy,
"T teachers described us a pattern for ma
Fve searched for him oft,
Alow and aloft,
desert and forest and cranny and nook,
But never have met.
Yet 1 cannot forget,
• J ?ood little boy of the Sunday school book.
—Boston Courier.
Mliat Killed the Emperor.
The immediate cause of the cold which
fatal to the Emperor William was
^acc ilt-nt which happened to him on the
t! ght of Saturday, March 3. His physi
Dr. von Lauer, had expressly warned
against attempting to leave his bed
JntlKiut assistance; but in order to spare
Personal attendants, who were in an
JLjoining room, the emperor ventured to
^»regard the injunction. He got out of
safely, but when he was endeavoring
*° return his strength failed him and ha
, 10 the floor. 11a was unable to raise
-niself. and ere his attendants entered
'f tooni lje had contracted a severe chill,
hey did what they could for the em
tor s comfort, but he laughed at tha
snap, and only besought them: "Don't
y a word to Lauerl"—St. James' Ga
'tte.
He Had Eighty Nurses.
The present emperor of China, when he
"f ® t'iiby, had eighty nurses, twenty
tanners, twenty-five bearers for his
-t- anquin, ten umbrella holders, thirty
IÜf CUU î 9 and snr Ssons, seven chief and
uty-three inferior cooks, fifty waiters
messengers, fifty dressers and other
ant si ami attendants to the number of
elf Io ' u ' kumlred or more. His spiritual
55® Was looked after by a corps of
y Y -five astrologers, sixteen tutors
tem, > T, rank )' aud sixty priests.—St.
^pkeL s Gazette.
Those Gloves.
taSPT^t on eart h is the matter
itoa dancef 0Ver theFe? HaS she the St *
^ n o; she's just trying to put
a pa r of new gloves.—Judge.
In the Madding Crowd.
2 arrin ? er , my watch has stopped. Is
'mmg, Bromley? It's gone!"—Detroit
ness.
THE PRESBYTERIANS.
the relation
nation to
OF THIS DENOMI
THE REPUBLIC.
Portraits of Dr. Smith, the Retiring Mod
erator, and Dr. Thompson, the Newly
Elected Moderator—Academy of Music
and Horticultural Hall, Philadelphia.
The one hundredth session of the gen
eral assembly of the Presbyterian church
in America, recently convened in Phila
delphia, proved to be an occasion of even
mere interest than was expected, quite
rivaling that historic assembly in the
same place in 1870, which did much
toward the reunion of the Old School and
the New.
The first general assembly of the Pres
byterian church in America, consolidating
the old side with the new side, was held
a year after the erection of tho states into
a federal Union by the adoption of the
Constitution.
And it is certainly no disparagement
sf a. v other denomination to add that
the Presbyterian church was and is
peculiarly suited to America, for though
individual ministers and writers cf the
church have at various times held other
views, yet the
church as a church
has maintained
from the first that
no form of church
government is of
divine command,
that the brethren
in each country
have Christian
liberty to adopfc j
that form of
church polity
which is best
suited to their
situation, and that the presbyterial form
is only best for Great Britain and Amer
ica because it both requires and cultivates
a general exercise of personal intelligence.
Every communicant is made to feel that
he or she is a constituent cf, •and to that
extent responsible for the make up of the
session, the presbytery, the synod and the
S neral assembly. Even the austere
chard Baxter, whose conscience would
not allow him to "conform'* in 1G70-80,
and who is so little understood by the
present generation that his name is some
times used 'as a representative of bigotry,
was so liberal that he advocated the recall
dt Charles II, was made a court chaplain
and offered a bishopric by that monarch,
and labored long to establish mutual
toleration between the sects. lie freely
conceded that monarchy was then the
best for England, and so an established
prelacy was not in itself a wrong; he only
claimed a like toleration for those who
preferred a presbyterial form, and that
the civil polity of a Christian body should
be so flexible that it could grow find de
velop with the development of the state.
It is also worth noting that the estab
lishment and growth of the Presbyterian
church in a colony was always coincident
tfrith the growth of liberal ideas in gov
ernment, and so it is quite a natural
coincidence that the new government and
the new church
ZJ
IT
DE. J. T. SMITH.
vf
organization came
to full growth to
gether. As one
historian j ocu
lariysays: "There
was always a good
deal of 'E Pluri
bus Unum' about
the church gov
ernment, as its
gradations from
local session
throu g h pres
bytery and synod
up to general as
sembly harmon
ized admirably
de. chas. L. Thompson. ]th the Ameri
i
can system of township, county, state and
nation, so many units of one order mating
one of tho next higher order, with general
laws for all and local self government."
Even the schism of 1837, complete and
far reaching assit was, had some curiously
liberal features. It was a division on
methods and measures in which each
party held to its respective standards,
and never was union more hearty and
complete than when the two bodies came
together. Any man who will compare the
original Westminster Confession of Faith
with the revision adopted by the general
assembly of 1788 will see that the men
who took the lead in that assembly were
keenly alive to what was going on in
America; that they had read the de
bates of the convention of 1787
pretty closely, and that they seized
upon the full meaning of the new consti
tution and foresaw its future effects in
securing religious liberty. They carefully
struck out every word or sentence which
might be so construed as to give the civil
government any power over differences in
religious opinion, and after providing for
synods and assemblies under call of church
authority', added these words: "It is the
duty of civil magistrates to protect the
person and good name of all their people,
In such an effectual manner as that no
person be suffered, either upon pretense
of religion or infidelity, to offer any indig
nity, violence, abuse or injury to aay other
person whatsoever, and to take order that
all religions and ecclesiastical assemblies
be held without molestation orftisturb
ance." And that is the sound American
law today, as ever since the adoption of
the constitution; but it may not be so
well known that it was the doctrine of
many eminent Presbyterians and Inde
pendents when the divisions began in
England. Indeed, the attention of young
Americans should frequently be called to
the fact that when the first settlements of
New England and Virginia were formed,
there was no forced line of separation in
England; men of noted Calvinistic views
held high places in the established church,
horticultural
HALL.
The general «»embty of tl
Church North was held In « °* n f the
while meetings of the general MWibly n ,i
Preebvteriaa Church South, adjourned from Bar
■ me Academy
via iuuaiu
nor was it till William Land obtained con
trol and the noted Wentworth (afterwards
Earl of Strafford) began to enforce con
formity in Ireland, from 1032 forward,
that tho life and death struggle began.
The severity of the, government very
naturally drove the Puritans to on op
posite extreme; so the former expelled
the Presbyterians from England, and the
latter made it uncomfortable for them in
New England. Fortunately for the New
orld uo one sect was strong enough to
control; the result weis, finally, mutUEil
toleration and the glorious constitution.
With perfect freedom Presbyterianism
has grown to that great power we now see.
The centennial assembly brought to
gether many eminent men: Dr. James
McCosh, ex-Justice Strong. Rev. Dr.
McIntosh, ex-Govemor Beaver, of Penn
sylvania: Rev. John Ross, tho Cherokee;
Judge Drake, of the court of claims at
Washington, and others. Rev. J. T. Smith,
retiring moderator, was succeeded by Rev.
Dr. Charles L. Thompson, of Kansas City,
elected by a nearly unanimous vote.
J. H. Beadle.
LOUIS 1 OF PORTUGAL.
His Physicians Say He Cannot Live Much
Longer.
Louis I, king of Portugal, and Dorn
Pedro, emperor of Brazil, are now added
to the list of monarchs whose earLy death
is expected. With the emperor of / Ger
many, and the kings of Bavaria-, Holland
and Wurtemberg, this makes six great
rulers who demise may be expected dur
ing the year 1888. Of the emperor and
Dom Pedro, Americans already know a
great deal; but King Louis of Portugal is
comparatively unknown, as that little
kingdom is practically of no influence in
the New World.
Yet there was a
time when it was
a power; indeed,
the great empire
of Bra-iil is the
outgro\.-fh of one
of its colonies and
Dorn Pedro him
self is a Brâganza,
that is, lie is of
the stock of the
royal house of
Portugal.
When Napoleon L0Ul9 1 0F PORTUGAL.
Bonaparte overthrew the royal rule in
the peninsula, he put his brother Joseph
on tlio throne of Spain, which act gave
free course to the revolutionists in Spanish
America, and the mother country soon
lost all her possessions but Cuba. At
the same time John VI of Por
tugal fled to his colony of Brazil,
of which his son, Pedro I, became
prince regent; but he could not resist
the tendency to independence, and in 1822
accepted the title of émperor of Brazil. In
1831 he abdicated In favor of his son Dorn
Pedro, who was born late in 1825 and has
been emperor fifty-six years, though but
03 years old. His mother was a'daughter
of Emperor Franz I, of Austria and a
sister of Marie Louise, Napoleon s second
wife.
The English drove the French out cf
Portugal, and in 1821 John VI returned
from Brazil, agreeing to rule according to
a liberal constitution. He died in 1820,
and then the Brazilian regent, who would
have succeeded, agreed to a separation of
the two countries, his daughter Maria
du Gloria to be queen of Portugal. But
her uncle seized the government, and a
civil war followed, the rç3ult of which
was a new constitution in 1884, with
Maria as queen. She died in 1853, and
her son Pedro V succeeded. Ho died of
yellow fever In 1861, and his brother
Louis (Luiz I) succeeded. He was born
Oct. 31, 1838, and according to the physi
cians cannot live beyond his 50th birth
day. He has been a wise and liberal
king, toiling to establish freedom and
education and encouraging railroads and
telegraphs; but the people appear to have
lost that enterprising character which
made them so active during the Fifteenth
and Sixteenth centuries. Portugal con
tains 34,500 square miles and about 4,200,
000 people, and in its financial and indus
trial affairs is little more than a depen
dency of Great Britain.
The Woman of It.
Wife—I wish I hadn't written that letter
last week, John, i am afraid 1 was some
what hasty and unjust.
Husband—What letter?
Wife—To Veneering & Co.—the one I gava
you to mail.
Husband (going through his pockets)—By
thunder, Maria, there is the letter now! I
forgot to mail it
Wife (witheringly)—WeS, * declare, John
Smith, you are too stupid I Hereafter I shall
mail my own letters.—New York Bun.
Beady for tha Fray.
Washington Hostess (giving an evening
party)—James, are the ambulances at the
door?
James—Yes, ma'am.
Washington Hostess—Then you may an
nounce supper.—Life.
A Well Deserved Fate.
Countryman (to dentist)—The tooth next to
that *un aches too, doa
Dentist—Yes; it aches in sympathy.
Countryman—Yank it out; durn sech sym
pathy.—New York Sun. »
Incontrovertible Evidence.
Alberto—Do you love me, darling!
* Claribel—Have I not had all Hie chain
taken from the room except this?—Detroit
Free Press.
Too Late.
A Chinese almanac, nearly 3,000 yean old,
has been discovered. Its discovery cornea
too late, however, to supply circus clowns
with fresh jokes for this season.—Minnesota
Herald.
BILL XYE AS A CRITIC.
HE DISCOURSES TOUCHINGLY UPON
ACTOR O'CONNOR'S HAMLET.
A Few Remark* «n» the Manner In Which
the Actor "DM Up" the Play—Mr,
Nye's Chilling Reception at the Star
Theatre.
The past week tias witnessed the closing
debut of the great Shakespearean humorist
and emotional ass, Mr. James Owen O'Con
nor at the Star theatre During his extra
ordinary engagement he has given us Ham
let. Hiidia* and Shyloek, Othello and Riche
lieu. I think 1 like bis Üamk-t l>est, and yet
it is a plea -ure to see him in anything '.'bere
in he kills himself.
After seeing his Hamlet I am of the opin
ion that he did wisely in choosing New York
for debuting purposes, for had he chosen
Denver. Col., at the er.d of tho third act
kind hands would have removed him from
the stage by means of benzine and a rag.
Hut James Owen O'Connor has done one
thing which i take the liberty of publicly al
luding ta lie has taken that saddest and
most melancholy bit of bloody history, trim,
tried with assassinations down the back and
looped up with remorse. Insanity, duplicity
and unrequited love, aud be has filled it with
silvery laughter and cauliflower and mirth,
and various other groceries which the audi
ence throw in from time to time, thus mak
ing it more of a spectacular piece than it is
under the conservative management of such
old school men as Booth, who seem to think
that Hamlet should be soaked full of sadness.
1 went co see Hamlet, thinking that I would
be welcome, for my sympathies were with
James when 1 heard that Mr. Booth was
picking on him and seeking to injure him. I
went to the box office and explained who I
was, and stated that 1 b d been detailed to
come and see Mr O'Connor act, also that in
what i might say afterwards my instructions
were to give it to Booth and Barrett if I
found that they had tampered with the audi
ence in any way.
The man in the box office did not recog
nize me, but said that Mr. Fox would extend
to me the usual courtesies. 1 asked where
Mr. Fox coukl be found, aud he said inside.
I then started to go inside, but ran against a
total stranger, who was "on the door," as wo
say. He was feeding red and yellow tickets
into a large tin oven. Find looking far, far
away. 1 conversed with him in low, passion
ate tones, and asked him where Mr. Fox
could be found He did not know, but
thought he was still in Europe. I went back
and told the box office that Mr. Fox was in
Europa He said no; 1 would find him in
side. "Well, but how will I get inside?" 1
asked eagerly, for I could already, I fancied,
bear the orchestra beginning to twang its
lyre ~
" Walk in," said he, taking in $2 and giv
ing back fifty cents in change to a man with
a dead cat in his overcoat pocket.
1 went back, and, springing lightly over
the iron railing, while the gatekeeper was
thinking over his glorious past, I went all
around over the theatre looking for Mr.
Fox. I found him haggling over the price of
some vegetables which he was selling at tho
stage door, and which had been contributed
by admirers and old subscribers to Mr.
O'Connor at a previous performanca
When Mr. Fox got through with that I
presented to him my card, which is as good a
piece of job work iu colors as was ever done
west of the Missouri river and to which I
frequently point with prida
Mr. Fox said be was sorry, but that Mr.
O'Connor had instructed him to extend no
courtesies to the press whatever. The press,
be claimed, had said something derogatory
to Mr O'Connor as a tragedian, and while
be personally would be tickled to death to
give me two divans and a folding bed near
the large fiddle, he must do as Mr. O'Connor
had bid—or bade him, I forget which; and
60 , keeping back his tears with great diffi
culty, he sent me back to the box office, and
although I was already admitted in a general
way, I went to the box office and purchased
a seat I believe now that Mr. Fox thought
be had virtually excluded me from the Louse
when he told me I would have to pay in or
der to get in.
1 bought a seat in the parquet and went in.
The audience was not large and there were
not over a dozen ladies present.
Pretty soon the orchestra began to ooze in
through a little opening under the stage.
Then the overture was given. It was called
"Egmont." The curtain now rose on a scene
in Denmark. I had asked an usher to take a
note to Mr. O'Connor requesting an audience,
but the boy had returned with the statement
that Mr. O'Connor was busy rehearsing his
soliloquy and removing a shirred egg from
his halidome.
He also said he could not promise an audi
ence to any ona It was ail he could do to
get enough himself for a mess.
Mr. O'Connor introduces into his Hamlet
set of gestures evidently intended for
another play. People who are going to act
out on the stage cannot be too careful in get
ting a good assortment of gestures that will
fit the play itself. James has provided him
self with a set of gestures which might do for
Little Eva or "Ten Nights in a Barroom,"
but they do not fit Hamlet. There is where
he makes a mis taka Hamlet is a man whose
victuals don't agree with him. He feels
depressed and talks about sticking a bodkin
into himself, but Mr. O'Connor gives him a
light, elastic step and an air of persiflage,
bonhomie and frisk which does not fit the
character.
Mr. O'Connor has sought In his conception
and interpretation of Hamlet to give it a
free ari jaunty Kokomo flavor—a nxmolaon
twang of tansy and dried apples which
Shakespeare himself failed to sock into hi*
great drama.
In seeking to combine the melancholy
beauty of Hamlet's deep and earnest pathos
with the gentle humor of "A Hole in the
Ground" Mr. O'Connor has evidently corked
himself, as we say at the Browning club, and
it is but justice after alL Before we curse
the cond emna tion of the people and the press
let us carefully and prayerfully look our
selves over and see if we have not over esti
mated ourselves.
There are many men alive today who do
not dare say anything without first thinking
how it will read in their memoirs—men
wham we cannot, therefore, thoroughly en
joyuntii they are dead, and yet whose graves
will be kept green only so long as the appro
priation lasts—Bill Njein New York World,
» uci. tcgctauie neer, coueu ~ gZJîl-ZO
tic," is imported from Celebes Into Hol
land, and is made to take the place of
moss and hair in upholstery.
Oar word blizzard is said in England to
be a corruption of the phrase "blazing
hard," applied to a severe gale.
A MARRIAGE IN HIGH LIFE.
Prince Henry, the Grandson of the Late
Emperor William, Weds Princess Irene.
On the memorable celebration of Em
peror William's SOth birthday the aged
monarch announced the bethrothal of his
K -andson, Henry of Prussia, wvth Princess
ene of Hesse. The date of the wedding
was set down for May 24, 1888.
Prince Albert William Henry is the
second son of the present Emperor Fred
erick, and was bom Aug. 14, 1862, at Pots
dam. In 1877 he entered the navy as a
cadet, receiving his first practical in
struction in nautical matters on board
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PRINCESS IRENE. PRINCE HENRY.
the frigate Niobe, which was then
cruising in the German ocean and the
Baltic. The following vear ho made a
two years' cruise in the Indian ocean and
the Chinese sea on the corvette Prince
Adalbert, returning in 1880. On the 1st
of October he passed a successful exami
nation on nautical topics at the Naual
academy of Kiel, which resulted in his
being appointed lieutenant of the navy.
In 1884 he was made captain lieutenant
and in 1887 chief of the first torpedo divi
sion. He is said to be an excellent sailor
for owe so young.
Princess Irene Louise Marie Anne of
Hesse was born on the 11th of July, 1866,
at Darmstadt, and is the third daughter
of the reigning Grand Duke Louis IV
and his deceased wife Alice, who wa 9 a
daughter of Queen Victoria and sister of
the present Empress of Germany. Her
marriage with u rince Henry was to have
taken place last winter, but the
tragical events which are still fresh in
everybody's memory caused it to bo post
poned until now.
Roseoe Conklin^'* Memory.
It was said of the late Roseoe Conkling
that he could repeat many verses from
memory, not fragmentary lines or brief
stanzas, but wbole epics, page by page.
The odes of Horace in the original were as
familiar to him as tho "Psaiin of Life."
He could recite tho first book of Homer,
Bryant's translation (which he considered
the best), almost without an error, and a
portion of the third book, which he said
reminded him of the tramp of a marching
army. His favorite poems were "Lalia
Rookh" and "The Lady of the Lake."—
Frank Leslie's
R03ERT LOUIS STEVENSON.
Tho Scotch Man of Letter* Who Is So
Widely Known.
[Special Correspondence.]
New York, May 17.—Robert Louis
Stevenson is at present in America. He
spent the winter
at his residence
at Saranac Lake,
New York, where
h e went last
fall on his arrival
here. Mr. Steven
son is suffering
from catarrhkl
consumption. ^
The Saranac lake
region is moun
tainous and fu]J
of lakes, which ** JT"
are the delight of
anglers. The a ir ROCERT L Stevenson.
is pure and dry, and just the place fot
one who suffers from a moist atmosphere.
Mr. Stevenson's cottage, of which I
give a cut, is on the Saranac river and on
the edge of tho primeval forest. His wife,
mother and stepson are with him. He
occasionally walks, but seldom rides. He
can tramp about half a mile a day. On
Saturday afternoons he is accustomed to
receive visitors.
As to personal appearance Mr. Steven
son "is about 5 feet 10 inches in height,
fair and spare; ho wears his light brown
hair long and loose; his broad, high fore
head is illuminated by a piercing pair of
eyes a remarkable distance apart. He has
the air of an artist who has been ill, and
is now well advanced toward recovery.
In conversation he is most animated and
cheery, speaking with a crisp Edinburgh
accent."
Some years ago Mr. Stevenson, being of
an adventurous disposition, made a trip
to America as an emigrant, and thus went
aerfcs the continent in an emigrant car.
It was in California that he found his
wife.
Mr. Stevenson is about 38 years of age.
It is said that of his own works " Kid .
KB. STEVENSON'S HOUSE AT SARANAC.
flapped" is his favorite^ From a bill of
fare which he recently wrote out for a
visitor who was dining with him, he must
be blessed with a sense of the absurd:
Saranac Lake. ~
Chateau Baker. "'v.,
- Menu du 17 Novembre.
Huîtres au batter. .
Fowl a la barndoor/- ' -
Pie a la piecrust. ^ .
r- . TâM 1 a l'Américaine. ' ..
• yp* Bell -
Poivre rouge. „„
vin rouge de Canterac.-
. Eau de fontaine de Saranac.
-aaj,, Visky Vierge.
It is to be hoped that the author who
has already shown so much genius will
recover his health and live to write many
more stories to delight the hosts of his
sdmirers. „ _
SOME SPRING rOETRY.
MARY
JANE INTRODUCES A
TER WITH RHYMES.
LET
Washington a Paradis« of Flowers and
Green Tnrf and Bine Skies—Something
About the Bachelors in Congres» —A
Story Told of lion. Timothy Campbell.
[Special Correspondence.]
Washington, May 10.—I mnoh ques
tion the propriety of poetic prefaces to
prosy epistles, but if the muse doesn't
fly high at this merry joyous season in
Washington, then will she never have use
for wings and she might as well go trail
herself in the dust.
I said as much to Dickey, and that
young woman blithely remarked-that any
body who would write spring poetry
ought to be taken to the graveyard in a
spring wagon. However, here is the
poetry, and if some of its torching lines
do not find a responsive chord in some
body's heart, I'll forswear poetry forever:
Hail, Washington! the sweetest town
Timt ever called the spirit down
Of loctind spring, of gladsome May,
Of budding flowers, or roundelay !
Up from her parks aüd shaded streets
A million multiple of sweets
So fill the circumambient air
That bees may gather honey there.
Above her Bend the bluest skies
E'er dropped to earth fçpm Paradise;
Her streets in double rows of green
Are pathways for a dryad queen;
Her parks are gracious woodlands deep,
Where daisies dance and pansies peep;
Where stately tulips bend their stems
To hyacinthine diadems;
Where in some quiet, sheltered spot
There lives the blue forget-me-not;
Where violet and asphodel
Their fragrance and their beauty tell;
And where on every beneli is found
A young man with Lis arm around—
A hitching post ? F orsooth, not so !
I'll never tell if you don't know !
'•Ahem," said Dickey with a sinister
sneer as I read her the lines.
"Well?" said I, a little tartly.
"Oh, nothing," said she, "only when I
hear an old maid talking of a young man's
arm being around anything it reminds me,
don't you know, of 1888 trying to get
back into an Eighteenth century almanac. "
That was uukind of Dickey, but she
would not have said it if I had not hidden
her rouge box this morning, and she had
to come down to breakfast looking like
the pale of civilization.
*
* *
Speaking of paint, I am reminded of two
things, the first of which is a little story.
Long time ago I was among the hills of
eastern Kentucky, and one of the adjuncts
of my environment in that primitive sec
tion was à country store. Nature was, of
course, largely in the ascendant among
those mountain fastnesses, and I was re
joicing in the thought that here at last I
might find surcease from the shams of so
ciety. In the women I was particularly
Interested, and their old fashioned clothes
and their natural manners quite charmed
me. One day I was in this store when a
brawny, buxom, freckled lass in a bright
green sunbonnet and a yellow calico dress
came in, and with a smile for the clerk
and a questioning female look for me, as
one woman always gives another whose
presence she can't quite account for, she
drew confidingly near the young man.
"Have you any lady paint?" she in
quired.
"Any what?" be said, startled out of his
self possession.
"Any lady paint, I said," repeated ?he
girl.
"I don't think we have. " he replied, and
ba^.'U to look around his shelves in order
to recover his wits.
In a minute or so, with a whisper from
me, he had them back again, and in
another minute ho had fished out a box of
pink powder, covered with dust and cob
webs, a prize long wanting a claimant, and
handed it to her.
The girl took it with a radiant smite,
rubbed a little on her cheeks with her
finger, and went away a glittering combi
nation of a trinity of primary colors.
I
That was away out in the hills where
nature reigns. Is it surprising, then,
that in Washington, where art is supreme,
women should worship at tho shrine of
the primal goddess less than does her
sister of the temple?
In the words of the poet, "not hardly,"
and I am surprised sometimes, painfully
surprised, at the hand painted maidens I
meet, and matrons, too, more's the pity.
The average girl one meets in Washing
ton is pretty enough without tho adven
titious aid of artifice, but she doesn't seem
to think so, and she doctors her complex
ion a good deal more than she doctors the
real cause of her complexion's need of a
doctor. Nor does she do it artistically,
though she may think she does, for I have
heard numerous men commenting upon
the "daubs" they have seen in society,
and one adventurous young fellow, with
nerve and money, suggested to me the
organization of a "school of natural art,"
as he called it, whose object would be the
better education of young women in ex
terior decoration.
Now ain't that a dainty dish to set be
fore the king?
Another young fellow offered to bet
very pretty girl a dozen pair of gloves
that she had her complexion made to order
at the druggist's, aud the girl was afraid
to put it to the test. Yet that same girl
goes about as pink cheeked as ever, and
deceives nobody but herself. I have seen
women at their own homes aud in the
"giddy whirl" who were old enough to be
grandmothers, and some of them were,
whose cheeks were as red as the blood of
healthy youth, and whose shoulders were
of alabaster, yet the entire superstructure
could have been wiped off with a damp
sponge, leaving foundations of—well,
leaving foundations of which the least
said the soonest mended. With such
mothers what other daughters could we
expect?
But enough of this. I'm glad I'm not a
man, or if I were, that I have arrived at
an age when my common sense and my
sqpse of sight and perception are in
equipoise. # *-~ *
If there is any object in human life
which commands my sincerest sympathy*
more than another, it is a bachelor at the
~ ÎW quote the words of a
ihelor who naïüstn'ce Déén recfeéme3 —
of "innocuous desuetude." He Is the
very graveyard of dead hopes, surrounded
by the weeping willows of unsatisfied
longings, a living monument to undivided
sorrow and. unshared joys, and I can't
help bat feel [a little lively at seeing his
loneUnetp. **»
Dickey and I were strolling along Four
teenth street the other evening, just at
that hour when the day is done, and
is
1 see the lights of the villages
Gleam through the rain and mist.
And a feeling cf sadness comes o'er me.
That my soul cannot resist;
A feeling of sadness and longing
That is not akin to pain.
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain,
and just in front of us, coming from his
bachelor quarters on the same street, near
F, Senator Saulsbury, of Delaware,
now past his allotted threescore and ten,
was slowly walking under the trees, with
his hands behind him, and his thoughts
evidently far. far away.
"Dickey." said I, "he's a nice old gen
tleman. "
"Yes," said she. "but he looks dreadful
lonesome. "
"He's a bachelor." said I, "which ho
shouldn't be."
"Possibv " said she. "there's a romance
in his life.*
"There might have been," said I, "but
his practical senso should have come to
the rescue, and he should have poulticed
his broken heart with resignation and
some other woman for a wife. ''
"But could he?" she asked, with a lin
gering suspicion in her voice that broken
hearts are incurable.
"Certainly," said I, "and lie would be a
great deal mere comfortable now, with a
pleasant home, and woman's gentle minis
tration, and his youth come back to him
in his grandchildren. "
H<T didn't hear us, of course, and he
walked on, companionless. lonely, his
name and his fame to end with him; his
potentiality for good cut squarely in two;
a tomb at his feet in which there was
room bat for one.
Nor is he the only old bachelor, I see,
floating—drifting about on the currents
of life at the national capital. I know
many, and I'll venture there isn't one
who, if he had hisilife to live over again,
would not organize it into a joint stock
concern and distribute tho dividends
among hi3 wife and children.
*
- , * *
I beard a right good story the other
evening about Hon. Tim Campbell, the
white necktied M. C. from New Y'ork.
The honorable and a party of friends were
talking about the qualifications necessary
to fit a man for the great responsibilities
of representing a district in congress.
"All the books a man needs," said one,
"is a Bible, Shakespeare and the Revised
Statutes of the United States."
"Ochone," replied Mr. C, "what's tho
nse of books at all, at all, when a good
dinner has more 'fluence than a whole
library?"
Taking congress by and large, it is my
opinion that, as a rule, tho stomachic
development of members is considerably
in excess of the ; r cerebral development.
And it is well that this is so, for men
■with large stomachs are the safer states
men; they are not plotters and schemers;
lovers of ease, they will take no action to
ward its disturbance, and they serve ex
cellently well as governors to the heady
engines with which they are necessarily
oompelled to be connected in the work of
controlling and directing national affairs.
Dickey informs me at this point that
when a woman gets to talking politics it
develops her leading faculty, and she
wants to talk ou forever.
I don't. Mart Jane.
Emotions and Heart Throbs.
In connection with this curious ten
dency of the heart and muscles to betray
themselves, I had my attention called
some time since to an article in The
Revue Scientifique describing an appa
ratus which was the invention of Pro
fessor Masso and consisted of a table on
which a man could stretch at full length
and, having an equipose so delicate that
the slightest disturbance of his center of
gravity would call a large indicating
needle below to move to one side or the
other. It was designed to show how the
heart and circulation are instantly affected
by the mind, and some strange things
were done on it. The slightest emotion
would cause tho needle to incline toward
the head, and it would dart in that direc
tion even when the man on the table was
asleep and a noise was made in the room,
though not sufficiently loud to awaken
him.
jMasso relates that an Italian professor
submitted to the experiment, and, reclin
ing at full length, read to himseif from
two books, a poet in his own language
and Homer in the original. The needle
was passive while he read tho Italian's
verses; but when he came to the harder
task of translating Homer, it moved to
ward the head and remained fixed im
movably there. Taken all in all, I am In
clined to think that the little force pump
in one's breist is about the ouly truthful
organ, and that when novelists speak of a
false heart they slander it. As a matter
of fact, its delicate throbs are attuned to
every hidden thought, and perhaps some
day genius will devise a form of Masso's
instrument which may be attached to a
witness in court and enable justice to dis
pense with the formality of an oath.—
New York Sun.
Knowledge of Human Katnre.
»First Burglar—That would bo an easy
house to enter.
Second Burglar—Mighty pretty girl just
going in. Wonder if she lives there?
"Guess so; she went in without knocking."
"No use trying that house, then; most
likely the old man keeps a big dog. "—Omaha
World.
Preparing for the Sport.
Friend (to Bertie)—I suppose you know
your father and I are going flailing to-mor
row, Bertie?
Bertie—Oh, yes; pa is getting gèadjr now.
Friend—Is bet Digging bait, I presume?
Bertie—No, sir; he's reading Munchausen.
—Judga „ —,
On the Safe Side.
Little Dot—I don't like to help wipe
dishes.
Omaha Mamma—Why not, pet?
"If I learn how to do such things just
right, I'll grow up into a servant girl,
won't I?"
"No dear. If you learn how to do any
thing just right you'll never be a servant
girL"—Omaha World.
European specialists have made the ca
rious observation that acute rheumatism
is more prevalent in dry than in rainy
weather.