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THE GAINESVILLE EAGLE,
The Official Organ of the City and County.
Entered at the Gainesville Postofjice as
Second-class mail matter.
J. H. WILLIAMSON, - Manager.
W. H. CRAIG, - - Editor.
T. M. BELL, - - Associate Editor.
Thursday, January 25, 1894.
IT IM BONDS AT I,AMT.
In order to replete the rapidly de
clining Treasury, Secretary Car
lilse has declared'an issue of $50,-
000,000 5 per cent government
bonds, to go into effect on the Ist
of February. The bonds will be
offered for sale to the highest bidder,
but no bid will be considered for less
than a premium of $1.17, and the
probabilities are that they will go
at $1.20, which would make the in
terest about 2 1-2 per cent.
There seems to be serious opposi
tion to Mr. Carlisle’s action among
members of both parties in Congress,
who contend that he could only law
fully issue bonds for greenback re
demption, and not for payment of
current expenses. Others, however,
endorse it as just and proper.
The Treasury gold is rapidly on
the decline. Since the first of this
month it has fallen from $80,000,000
to $69,000,000. The bonds are, of
course, to be purchased for gold only,
so the Treasury gold will be built up
to the extent of the bond issue.
This, however, it is anticipated, may
only give temporary relief. Gold
may be paid into the Treasury for
bonds one day and the very next day
the same gold may be withdrawn by
presenting legal tender notes or coin
certificates for redemption.
The effect of the bond issue, how
ever, will be to give the Treasury
more money, whether gold or cur
rency is immaterial, and ease up
Government finances, at least for the
present.
Considering the condition of the
Treasury, and the fact that it is
growing worse every day, with no
immediate relief in sight, it is per
haps well that Mr. Carlisle took
the step he did. An absolute neces
sity confronted him.
Neither the present administration
nor the Democratic party is respon
sible for the condition of things, and
we must remember, before we pass
judgment, that those charged with
the functions of government are sur
rounded with some embarrassing
problems.
In 1880, when President Cleve
land went out and President Har
rison went in, there was in the
Treasury an available surplus of over
$185,000,000. Os this amount $98,-
000,000 was “free gold,” that is, gold
over and above the $100,000,000 re
serve, which it is the policy of the
government to maintain intact. At
that time the revenues of the gov
ernment were exceeding its expendi
tures about $150,000,000 a year. In
1893 President Harrison went out
and President Cleveland went in.
How did the Treasury and the reve
nues and expenditures stand then ?
Os the $98,000,000 of free gold only
$980,000 was left. During President
Cleveland’s first term the gold in
the Treasury increased $54,772,000.
At the end of President Harrison’s
administration there was $122,624,-
000 less gold in the country than
there was when Harrison was inau
gurated.
The Republican Congress that
went in with President Harrison
reversed the relation between re
ceipts and expenditures. By the
McKinley tariff receipts were re
duced $60,000,000 a year, while the
expenditures were increased 60,000,-
000 a year on the one item of pen
sions.
It is well to bear these things in
mind when you feel inclined to criti
cize the present administration.
IF VOI IIA VETEAKMNIIED THE VI
Lewis Redwine, the curled ami
petted darling of Atlanta society
ladies, married and single—the gar
tered knight of the theatre party,
the wine supper, and the effulgent
bouquet—who squandered SIOO,OOO
of other people’s money—has been
transferred to the United States
prison in Columbus, Ohio, rigged
out in a felon's stripes, and given a
job as clerk.
So far so good. But listen to this
wail from the Atlanta Journal, which
every Saturday fills a page with so
ciety notes of the “among-those
present” breed, and works in “charm
ing” and “exquisite” about twenty
times to the inch of space. Hear
this weep, that is enough to make
Niobe open her mouth of stone and
howl:
It would make anybody's heart bleed
who knew him in former days to see
poor Lewis Redwine marching in a con
vict’s suit—second-hand at that—and
keeping the lock-step with the worst
types of outcasts and criminals. It is
simply awful I
A man who once shone in the highest
social circles in a dress suit, with the
smiles of lovely women to greet his pres
ence, to be now clad in the stripes of a
convict with coarsest fare and the most
abhorrent surroundings is a picture
which I cannot attempt to describe.
Now, isn’t that a fine get-off for a
Democratic newspaper that claims
to represent “we, the people,” and
once tried so bard to be the organ of
the Farmers’ Alliance, whose motto
is “equal rights to all, and special
privileges to none ”? The fact that
Redwine is a thief has no weight,
evidently, with the silly butterflies of
society, so long as he possesses ele
gant manners, dresses in the mode,
wears a single eyeglass, and can
look idiotic. That is all society re
quires. The correspondent of the
j Macon Telegraph seems to have
i sounded the thing pretty well, and
writes as follows to his paper :
Redwine’s fate has been a bard blow
to society. He was a general favorite
among both men and women, and if he
I should be pardoned few of his old asso
| ciates would give him ti e cold shoulder.
So great a power has money and style—
club dinings and box parties—-that the
butterflies of fashion have never allowed
themselves to believe him guilty. They
still think he is a martyr for somebody
else’s sins and in case of pardon, which
is freely predicted, if the present feeling
is lasting Redwine would be lionized.
CAN SEE NO SIDE TO TAKE.
The Gainesville Eagle, for the first
time in Brer Craig’s history, hesitates
to take sides in the campaign. Atkin
son is the man, Brer llarve.—Law
renceville News.
So far as we can see into the mat
ter, there is no “campaign” to “take
sides in.” If the contest w’ere be
tween the Democratic party and its
enemies, no one has any doubt as to
where to find the Eagle. But this
is a friendly contest between two
good men, two good Democrats, as
to who shall be honored with the
party’s nomination. No one has the
shadow of a doubt that General Ev
ans is as good a Democrat as
Mr. Atkinson, or that Mr. Atkin
son would make as good a gov
ernor as General Evans. On what
theory, then, should we take sides?
We have an idea that the Demo
cratic party will have its hands
pretty full when the gage of battle
shall have been pitched between it
and the Populists, and lite party
should be able to go into the fight
with the utmost harmony and good
feeling prevailing in its ranks. Tak
ing sides means a fight for your man
for the nomination and a fight against
the other man. It means saying
good things for your man and hard
things against his opponent. And
then if your man be not nominated
you will have to take it all back and
support the man whom you have
been running down. And this is not
the worst feature of the case. You
have been putting arguments in the
mouth of the enemy, which they will
use as a club to slaughter us.
When the contest for the nomina
tion is between a good Democrat
and a man whose Democracy is
doubtful and who possesses such
elements of weakness as might en
danger the success of the ticket in
case he were entrusted with the
standard, then we would feel it our
duty to take sides, for triumph often
depends upon putting out a good
man and a strong man.
In the present instance, however,
no such emergency exists. We have
contesting for the party favor two
most excellent men, both of sterling
Democracy, pre-eminent qualifica
tions to perform the duties of the
executive office, and possessed of
those rare elements of strength that
go to make a winning candidate.
No, Brother Rucker, you should
not take sides when the situation is
as at present. Yon cannot be for
without being against. Opposition
may become heated as the fight
warms up, and you may say things
that should not be said, and that
will cause bad blood in our own
ranks.
A few days ago we received an
Atlanta paper with a small item
marked with blue pencil. It was
from some little measly country pa
per, and asked some questions about
Atkinson and Clay whitewashing
Judge Gober. So you see how the
thing is drifting this early in the
canvass.
The press of the State, if they
have any regard for decency, will
treat with contempt all such dirty
slurs against one of the best men in
the State.
“HROWN IS DEAD.’’
A heturer should never tell an im
probable story, even if it does make
people laugh. As logic is the soul
of poetry so it is the soul of humor.
There are two things that make us
laugh—trueness to nature and lack
of order. We laugh at a joke be
cause in it we recognize an acquain
tance—there is something in it that
fits our experience. And yet while
it is the natural that makes us laugh,
it is an exaggeration of the natural
a disunion of the joints of orderly se
quence. There is this difference be
tween wit and humor : Wit laughs
at you, and humor laughs with you.
One points the finger of derision, the
other extends the hand of fellow
ship. \V it is malevolent. Humor is
sympathetic. Wit laughs when a
man is kicked by a mule. Humor
waits till he gets over the hurt and
is able to see the point of the joke
himself.
An insane person may abound in
wit, but he is deficient in humor.
Insanity itself being the lack of order
in the mentality, the subject is una
ble to discern a lack of order in what
be sees or bears, and hence is not
touched with the sense of humor.
Taking the ground, then, that a
thing, to be funny, must be deficient
in order, but must be natural in its
parts, we will return from our diver
sion and say what we started to say :
We were anxious to hear Prof.
Lane in his lecture last Friday night,
but being compelled to lend an ear
to an orator of far more vocal ability
who insisted on dividing time with
the man whom the people had paid
their money to listen to exclusively,
we were able to hear only a fragment
of the good old pedagogue’s tirade
against solemnity.
And this is what we heard:
Smith met Jones on the street and
said,
“Howdy, Jones.”
Jones said, “Tolable; how’re you?’’
“Only tolable, thank you. What’s
the news?”
“Brown is dead.”
That was enough. We knew it
never happened, and when we know
a thing never could have happened,
somehow it doesn’t seem funny.
Improbability throws a wet dishrag
on the little bubbles of humor that
may perchance start up. We know
not what the crash part of the joke
was, for we didn’t stay to hear it,
knowing that we wouldn’t be able
to laugh. And our young orator
didn’t like it either, for he stuck out
his under lip about two inches.
Now, if this incident had ever hap
pened it would have been in about
this style : Smith and Jones met on
the sidewalk, and Smith said,
“Good mornin’, Jones.”
Jones said, “Howdy.”
“Folks all well ?”
“Only tolable ; your’n all well?”
AU up an’ about, I b’l’eve.”
“W T hat’s the news?”
Nuthin’ special, I b’lieve; ’ve you
anything ?”
“Nuthin’ worth relating.”
Then they sidled away to a store
window and sat down. Jones leaned
forward and took a long look toward
the post-office, while Smith cleaned
out his finger nails. Then Jones
spit a gob of tobacco juice out into
the middle of the side walk, and
said, “I s’pose you’ve hearn Brown’s
dead ?”
The idea of asking a man the
news, and he firing away and telling
you something without whipsawing
all around! It is a thing unknown
in the history of the human race.
No person under whose eyes these
lines will fall ever accosted another
with an inquiry after the news with
out being answered by “Nothing
special; have you anything?” or
“Nothing worth relating; have you
anything?” Now, try this on the
next person you meet, and let us
know what he says.
Just at this moment Dr. Fowler
enters our sanctum. He is a repre
sentative man, a justice of the peace,
knows as many people, and what is
going on, as any man we know of.
\Ve will try it on him. After the
usual greeting:
“Well, what’s the news, Doctor ?”
“I haven’t anything special, I be
lieve. Have you anything?” Now,
if we had pinned him down in a chair
and let him ooze we have no doubt
but that we would have g t enough
news to fill a column.
So you see Prof. Lane’s story
will not do. No matter how much
people may laugh at it, it isn’t funny,
for it never happened.
WOULDN’T Ml IT THE RIXG.
We notice that Dr. 11. 11. Carlton
of Athens has announced his candidacy
for Congress in the Sth. Dr. Carlton
has represented the Bth before, and no
better Congressman ever represented a
district in Georgia. We are sorry that
we cannot give him our vote, which we
would most cheerfully do, if we resided
in his district. —Blairsville Herald.
We join with the Herald in wish
ing success to that able statesman,
Dr. 11. 11. Carlton. He is straight
goods all the way through, and a
truer man and better Congressional
timber cannot be found in Georgia.
But he has one serious fault that
retards the advancement of his po
litical interests. He doesn’t stand in
with the ring—that old Athens ring
that corrupts juries and has Repub
lican blacklegs put in Democratic
offices under the plea that they are
“working Democrats.”
The Athens ring will hardly wish
to turn loose Brother Lawson. lie
is too valuable.
II4»N. J. .1. KI.UMEV.
This gentleman is a candidate for
the judgeship of this judicial circuit,
and, so far as we can learn, is the
only candidate in the field, or likely
to be, unless Judge Wellborn con
cludes to succeed himself, which he
will probably not do, because of his
advanced age and feebleness of health.
There is perhaps no man in the
circuit better fitted for this high
office than Mr. Kimsey. He has a
fine judical mind, well stored by over
twenty years of practice and close
study, and his election would give
almost universal satisfaction to the
people and the bar of the circuit.
CARTER TATE.
Carter Tate made his first talk
Tuesday night in a speech on the
tai iff. He spoke earnestly, with man
ifest effort, and created a very favor
able impression. He indorsed the
Wilson bill warmly and advocated
an income tax. The bill of the Ways
and Means committee was not all he
desired, but it was a brave, honest
measure, drawn in behalf of the many
and would get his vote.
Carter is making a record, safely
and surely. Like the Roman senti
nel, he is always at his post in the
line of duty, and has never missed a
vote on any measure since he took
his seat
Mr. John E. Craig, whose supply of
funny jokes is inexhaustible, dropped
in on us very unexpectedly last Tues
day morning, and he and Ike Allen
began shelling us with their jokes and
kept up the fun for several minutes.
John Craig is always in the verj best
of humor and is always happy.—Jack
son Herald.
HAM OUT WEST.
He ia Rebind oh Water and Turnip
Greens.
Wichita, Kans , Jan. 21.—1 don’t
think I ever felt so far away from
home before in my life. It is a long
way from here to Georgia, and yet I
am only about half way across the
continent. This is a big country.
Out here everytlrng is wide. The
Stale is wide, the farms are wide,
and the folks are wide. And it is a
long lime between drinks. The
whole Stale is prohibition. It is a
long jump, too, between lectures. I
frequently jump 300 miles from one
appointment to the next, and I am
filling one every night. lam seeing
lots of the country, to say nothing of
that which I roll over in my sleep
and Mr. Pullman’s cars.
I spoke of the State’s being dry.
That is true in more senses than one.
This country is shorter on water
than it is on whisky. Up to yester
day they had had no tain to amount
to anything since last August. In
my lecture at Great Bend the other
night I was drawing a great word
picture and made some allusion to
“the depths of your mighty river,”
knowing that the Akansas was hard
by, and the audience knocked all the
pathos out of my picture by break
ing into uproarious laughter and ap
plause. I looked at them in won
der. “The audience had a good one
on you last night,” said a friend the
next morning, “our river hasn’t had
a drop of water in it in a month.”
Out walking to-day I saw at the
end of a long street an immense iron
bridge a quarter of a mile long, and
concluded I would walk out there
and see the river. When I got there
I found a wide waste of sand bars
from which the wild western wind
was whipping up the dusl, and a lit
tle rivulet about as big as Flat Creek
sneaking aHout through them like it
was ashamed of itself and trying to
hide. I don’t like any such a coun
try. I like water and lots of it. All
of it you get to drink out here tastes
like a doctor’s saddlebags. 1 am
famished for a drink of good old
North Georgia water.
But if I haven’t seen much water
I have seen lots of corn. It is every
where, and no care is taken of it.
On many of the farms they cut the
stalks with the ears on and pile them
up in shocks, and turn in the cattle,
who tear down the shocks, eat what
they want, and leave the balance fur
the hogs. When they take the trou
ble to shuck it, they just pile it up in
the lot without any sort of cover
over it, like the Hall county farmer
does bis firewood. In many places
you see long V-shaped feed-houses
with a trough on each side which is
self-filling—more corn coming down
into it as fast as the cattle eat it out.
One of these big western steers will
stand up like a tramp at a free lunch
counter and eat until he fattens so
fast you can hear bis hide creak like
a pair of new shoes in a country
meeting house. That’s what they
tell me. I saw them eating, but the
train made so much noise I couldn’t
hear their hides crack, of course.
Last week I circumnavigated the
great State of Missouri from Se
dalia in the south to Albany in the
northern corner, then slipped over
into this State and tickled the con
stituents of Mary Ellen Lease and
sockless Jerry Simpson in the ribs,
and am now on my way back to put
in another crossplowing in Missouri,
and then I will drop down into In
diana and have some fun with the
hoosiers in Jim Whitcomb Riley’s
bailiwick.
But I’m getting homesick. I want
some Gainesville water, and back
bone and turnips. I haven’t seen
any vegetables since I have been out
here, and I have eaten beef steak and
roast turkey till I am about to sprout
horns and wings. 11. W. J. Ham.
IN VONKREMM.
The tatiff bill is making fine
progress in the House, and will have
been passed and transmitted to the
Senate before another issue of this
paper appears.
Sugar, coal, and iron have been
added to the free list by a good ma
jority, despite the opposition of sev
eral Democrats and all the Republi
cans.
Rev. Dr. A. Vanlloose of Gaines
ville has accepted the call from the
Baptist church in this place. He
arrived in town this week and spent
some days visiting among his people
and arranging for the year’s work.
He will probably preach on the fourth
Sunday. Dr. Van Hoose is an old
gentleman and is well known as an
able divine. He has preached in
Clarkesville once and was much liked
by those fortunate enough to hear
him. The church has been without
a pastor for some time and it is a
source of pleasure to its friends to
have it again open for worship.—
Clarkesville Advertiser.
Would Make a Good One.
We learn that Hon. W. P. Price;
of Lumpkin is very prominently spok-1
en of as a candidate for the senate
from the 32nd senatorial district.
Col. Price is a staunch Democrat, an
earnest worker for the party, and a •
true gentleman in every sense of the
word. There is no man in North
Georgia who is more willing to go j
his full lenght for the Democratic!
Party, and it would be hard to find
one better able to serve the whole
people than Col Price. If he should
be elected the Herald rises to nom
inate him for president of the senate.
—Blairsville Herald.
A Helpmeet, Indeed.
Hon. W. Y. Atkinson has the good
fortune in his campaign to have a wife
who is a helpmeet indeed. She is very
ambitions for her husband and is an
intellectual and high-spirited woman,
with plenty of tact and zeal. It is
known to her friends that during the
last democratic campaign Mrs. Atkin
son aided the chairman of state com
mittee, her husband, in his correspon
dence, and that she wrote no less than
1,000 letters for him into all the coun
ties. Mrs. Atkinson also took great
interest in the formation of the girls’
normal and industrial school at Mil
ledgeville, of which Mr. Atkinson was
the mover in legislature, an I is her
self one of the lady managers. She
was Miss Susie Cobb Milton of Floi
ida, and graduated from the Lucy
Cobb institute, in Athens, Ga., in
1876. Shortly afterwards she married
Mr. Atkinson, who graduated the
same year at the university of Georgia.
It was a genuine college-boy and
school girl -omance, which has deep
ened into mature and lasting affection.
.Mrs. Atkirson is related to the Cobbs,
Rutherfords, and Lamars of Georgia.
—Savannah Press.
They are Fining lip.
It now looks as if Atkinson would
try for governor along with Maj.
Bacon as a running mate for the sen
ate. The Atkinson storm centre has
settled down at Macon, and the state
is to be swept in radiating and con
centric circles. Maj. Bacon and Mr.
Atkinson were both members of the
last house, and it is judged from latest
advices that Mr. Atkinson’s friends
are to support Maj. Bacon for senator.
This will not apply in every case, of
course, but the entry is to be made as
far as possible along these lines.
Both men have been speakers of the
house in Atlanta, each has a large ac
quaintaince throughout the state, and
some interesting developments may
be looked for. Meanwhile the other
candidates for governor and senator
are not idle. They are making the
race presumably upon their own mer
its and will not trust to combination
for consolidated strength. With the
new year will come the politcal boom
in great shape.—Savannah News.
Hon. Tom Watson and the other
speakers that were billed for Daw
sonville Wednesday, like the Demo
cratic majority elected to Congress,
came up missing. The speaker’s non
arrival was a disappointment to all.
Messrs. G. R. Robinson, V. A. Hig
gins and others made brief speeches.
—Dawsonville Advertiser.
Dr. Price’s Cream Baking Powder
Most Perfect Made.
GEMS IN VERSE.
Motherhood.
Alii little bird upon the nest,.
What is it trembles at thy breast?
What is it thrills the tiny round
With pulsing, faint, reluctant sound?
What muffled stroke of fate draws near
The eager sense is strained to hear?
Oh, mother bird, a quivering part
Os every vital throb thou art;
The tap that shakes the brittle shell
Must shake thy being’s walls as well,
For that which wakes to life wakes thee.
It is the call of destiny.
What strange, new self has seized thy life?
Is care thy portion, timid wife?
I . For this alone the sticks were laid,
For this the hallowed nest was made,
That at that tender heart should lie \
Earth’s deep unfathomable mystery. ’
—Mrs. D. 11. R. Goodale.
Three Points of View.
When a modern maiden marries
In delightful dreams she tarries,
As her fancy surely shifts
To the thoughts of wedding gifts.
“Every friend who would be pleasant
Must,” she muses, “send a present.
All acquaintances must pay
Tax upon my marriage day.
Fans and fur and rare old laces.
Gold embellished dressing cases.
Rings and brooches, silver mugs,
Entree dishes, claret jugs—
Tables will with these be laden
When I marry,” gloats the maiden.
When a modern Coelebs marries
In his heart grim fears he carries.
“With,” thinks he, “our income small
We don’t want such gifts at all.
There’s that grand piano—gracious!
That involves a house more spacious.
Then that dressing bag, alas!
That can only go first class.
Silver center dish, and cup, too—
How can we such things live up to?
Every present of pretense
Means for me increased expense.
Would that I such gifts could ban
When I marry,” thinks the man.
When a man and maiden marry
Hearts of lead their friends all carry.
Custom, as you know, demands
Costly presents at their hands;
Ostentation, too, coerces,
So they empty out their purses,
Fearful lest their names be missed
From the always published list.
But in private, in a passion,
They denounce the sordid fashion,
Crying, in most bitter strain.
“Only fancy—fleeced again!
Bah! ’tis an event to dread
When a man and maiden wed."
—London Truth.
The Reason.
Grandma Gruff said a curious thing,
“Boys may whistle, but girls must sing;”
That’s the very thing I heard her say
To Kate, no longer than yesterday.
“Boj’S may whistle.” Os course they may.
If they pucker their lips the proper way;
But, for the life of me, I can’t see
Why Kate can’t whistle as well as me.
“Boys may whistle, but girls must sing;”
Now I call that a curious thing.
If boys can whistle, why can’t girls too?
It’s the easiest thing in the world to do.
So if the boys can whistle and do it well.
Why cannot girls, will somebody tell?
Why slis they do what a boy can do?
. lie thing I should like to know,
•nvillc
r . . father and asked him why
nim by Idn’t whistle as well as I,
, rnnnpf said. “The reason that girls must sing
' a. girl’s a singular thing.”
P/l t Bcigtqf;
on Ji Rabm ia laughed till I knew she’d ache
■Sons having! I thought it all a mistake.
sve describeL little man,” I heard her say,
rward, file : ’make you whistle enough some
—New Orleans Picayune.
My Ambition.
I have my own ambition. It is not
To mount on eagle wings and soar away
Beyond the palings of the common lot,
Scorning the griefs and joys of every day;
I would be human—toiling, like the rest,
With tender human heartbeats in my breast.
Not on cold, lonely heights above the ken
Os common mortals would I build my fame.
But in the kindly hearts of living men—
There, if permitted, would I write my name.
Who builds above the clouds must dwell alone;
I count good fellowship above a throne.
And so beside my door I sit and sing
My simple strains —now sad, now light and
gay;
Happy if this or that but wake one string
Whose low, sweet echoes give me back the
lay.
And happier still if, girded by my song,
Some strained and tempted soul stands firm
and strong.
Humanity is much the same; if I
Can give my neighbor’s pent up thought a
tongue,
And can give voice to his unspoken cry
Os bitter pain when my own heart is wrung—
Then we two meet upon a common land.
And henceforth stand together, hand in hand.
I send my thought its kindred thought to greet,
Out to the far frontier, through crowded
town.
Friendship is precious, sympathy is sweet:
So these be mine, I ask no laurel crown.
Such my ambition which 1 here unfold;
So it be granted—mine is wealth untold.
—Ellen P. Allerton.
GEMS IN VERSE.
She Made Home Happy.
“She made home happy!” These few words I
read
Within a churchyard, written on a stone.
No name, no date, the simple words alone
Told me the story of the unknown dead.
A marble column lifted high its head
Close by, inscribed to one the world has known,
But", alas! that lonely grave with moss o'er
grown
Thrilled me far more than his who armies led.
“She made home happy!” Through the long,
sad years
The mother toiled and never stopped to rest
Until they crossed her hands upon her breast
And closed her eyes, no longer dim with tears.
The simple record that she left behind
Was grander than the soldier’s, to my mind.
—Henry Coyle.
The English Language.
A pretty deer is dear to me,
A hare with downy hair;
I love a hart with all my heart.
But barely bear a bear.
•Tis plain that no one takes a plane
To pare a pair of pears;
A rake, though, often takes a rake
To tear away the tares.
All rays raise thyme, time razes all;
And through the whole hole wears.
A writ in writing “right” may write
It “wright,” and still be wrong—
For “write” and “rite” are neither “right,"
And don’t to write belong.
Beer often brings a bier to man.
Coughing a coffin brings.
And too much ale will make us ail
As well as other things.
The person lies who says he lies
When he is but reclining.
And when consumptive folks decline
They all decline declining.
A quail don’t quail before a storm—
A bough will bow before it.
We cannot rein the rain at all—
No earthly powers reign o’er it.
The dyer dyes awhile, then dies;
To dye he’s always trying.
Until upon his dying bed
He thinks no more of dyeing.
A son of Mars mars many a sun,
All deys must have their days.
And every knight should pray each night
To him who weighs his ways.
’Tis meet that man should mete out meat
To feed misfortune’s son;
The fair should fare on love alone.
Else one < mnot be won.
A lass, alas’ is something false;
Os faults a maid is made;
Her waist is but a barren waste—
Though stayed, she is not staid.
The springs spring forth in spring, and shoots
Shoot upward one and all;
Though summer kills the Howers, it leaves
The leaves to fall in fall.
I would a story here commence.
But you might find it stale;
So let’s suppose that we have reached
The tail end of our tale.
Boo!
On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splen
did nap
And sits like any monarch on his throne in
nurse’s lap,
In some such wise my handkerchief I hold be
fore my face,
And cautiously and quietly I move about the
place.
Then with a cry I suddenly expose my face to
view.
And you should hear him laugh and crow
when I say, “Boo!”
Sometimes that rascal tries to make believe
that he is scared,
And really, when I first began, he stared and
stared and stared.
And then his under lip came out, and farther
out it came
Till mamma and the nurse agreed it was a
“cruel shame;”
But now what does that same wee toddling,
lisping baby do.
But laugh and kick his little heels when I say
“Boo!”
He laughs and kicks his little heels in raptur
ous glee, and then
In shrill, despotic treble bids me “do it all
aden!”
And I—of course Ido it, for, as his progenitor,
It is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I
am for!
And it is, oh, such fun! and I am sure that I
shall rue
The time when we are both too old to play the
game of “Boo!”
—Eugene Field.
Love’s Beason.
Nay, do not love me for my doughty deeds;
Nay, do not love me for my warrior’s weeds,
Nor for my form or tftc.i.
Nor for my pride of plaqe.
Else one day J might fall from grace
And penance do in vain anp vainly tell my
beads. >
Nay, love me but tor true love’s perfect sake:
Cast all thy love uxin > iiy soul for stake.
As gamblers do with dice,
O’ervaliant in their vice.
Not once alone, nor only twice,
And heal my wounded heart and help Its lonely
ache.
If love between us without reason be,
’Tis reason good, for reasonless is he.
Then let him have his way,
And do not strive or pray.
With us the knave will surely stay.
Seeing in fate’s despite how well we twain
agree.
Then since pure love is given on either hand.
The bargain is most righteous, and slqill stand
When other loves grow cold
That are but bound by gold
And propped with reasons manifold,
For love on reason based is built on shifting
sand.
Enough to Know.
Some pilgrims pass their hours in dull repin
ing;
The clouds are all they ever try to see.
I only know the sun is often shining.
And that’s enough for me.
Some pilgrims wail: "The road is steep and
dreary.
The thorns are thick where roses fair should
be!”
I only know there’s rest for all aweary.
And that’s enough for me.
Borne pilgrims moan: “The way is vague to
heaven.
And death ends all. The grave ourgoalmust
be!”
I only know a promise has been given,
And that’s enough for me.
—Walt Mason.
Sweet Joys of Childhood.
I long and pine with a yearning intense
For the joy of a day that is fled;
I steep ev’ry feeling, I merge ev’ry sense
In a wish for old pleasures now dead.
With sorrow unfeigned I dream of a time
When care was a stranger to me.
When life was filled full of a quiet sublime.
My spirit was tranquil and free.
With passionate longing I think on the days,
Untouched by the rude hand of ills.
When youth was untroubled by blame or by
praise,
And father was footing the bills.
—Jenness Miller Illustrated.
Praise.
I am not glad with that mean vanity
Which knows no good beyond its appetite
Full feasting upon praise. lam only glad—
Being praised for what I know is worth th«
praise—
Glad of the proof that I myself have part
In what I worship.
—George Eliot.
Consolation.
There’s another land and better,
We are told.
Where the slave shakes off his fetter.
And where worth is never debtor
• Unto gold.
Thither often are we turning
Weary eyes, ,
And our heavy hearts arc yearning,
Night and day are throbbing, burning.
For its skies. e
There that foolish superstition.
Pride of birth.
Finds its sudden demolition.
And our being’s final mission
Is of worth.
There the insolence of powa’.
Falls away.
And the proudest soul must cower.
For the spirit takes no dower
From the clay.
Common lives have wondrous splendor
In that light.
For the spirit meek and tender
Puts to shame the king’s defender
Bhorn of might.
Natures touched with fires seraphic
Shed their care.
And on peace girt islands Sapphic.
Far from fretful toil and traffic.
Dream and dare.
Laws through year»of wrong descended
There are changed;
Customs with injustice blended,
Creeds for centuries defended.
Rearranged.
Ileaven has solace without measure—
You and I
Should not dream of earthly pleasure.
But should think about our treasure
In the sky.
—George Horton.
Uncle Ted and Boston.
OT Boston sits there by the sea an hez a thou
sand arms
That reaches out through all the lan’, through
all the hills an farms;
Strong arms they be thet never rest, but pull
by night an day
An feel new strength w’en they hev drawn oui
boys an gals away.
An fingers on those mighty arms through every
valley dart.
An us ol’ tellers feel ’em alius pullin at our
heart.
For w’en the arms of Boston once arc drawn
aroun’ a lad
They pull him from his mother’s arms an
pull him from his dad.
For there is sights in Boston, so they tol’me,
that are gran’.
For there is centered all tl.e btaltzs an money of
the lan’.
Houses that start down undergroun’ an reach
up to the sky.
An men almost too rich an gran’ an good an
wise to die.
An men there jest know everything an lug it in
their heads,
For in Boston wisdom’s ketchin, an like the
mumps it spreads.
So my boys went down to Boston—i couldn't
keep ’em here—
An I went down to visit ’em an see the sights
last year.
But everybody laughed at me an called me an
ol’ duff
Because I didn’t talk like them an wear their
kin’ er stuff.
For them wise men in Boston they ain’t wise
enough to know
A bilcd shirt doesn’t make a man who has no
heart below.
She may hev poet fellers whose songs fill earth
an skies,
An flosserfers an things like that—but I can
flosserfize.
My flosserfy is this: A man may live an awful
while •
An keep his clo’cs in fashion an his soul be
outer style.
An I’m jest ez good ez Boston—let her throw
her arms aroun’—
There’s one ol’ chap clings to the hills, an she
can’t pull him down.
An I will wear my ol’ plain duds no sun or rain
can spile.
Nor worry ’bout the fashion plate—but keep
my soul in style.
—S. W. Foss.
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