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THE SUNNV SOUTH, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, DECEMBER 3, 1892,
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HE STOOD UPON THE PIAZZA AND
SAW THE STARS FALL.
HAKESPEARE says
“there are more things
in heaven and earth than
are dreamed of in our
philosophy.” The fall
meteors on Wednesday
night was quite a win
der to the generation
and made the young
people serious and sol-
einn. i'orriadoes and
earthquakes and comets
and meteors are always
Alarming for they bring home to us
our utter helplessness under the
mighty hand of God. From 8 o’clock
until near midnight we watched these
meteors. Part of the time we were
standing out in the freezing air but
most of the time we looked through
the Unduftained windows, and there
was hardly a moment that they were
not seen somewhere in the heavens.
I hoped for another visitation like
that of 1833, which I distinctly re-
memper,- for my father awaked me
and dressed nle hurriedly and we all
stood in the. piazza and watched dud
wondered for an hour or more. They
seemed sure enough like falling stars
and came down in myriads as gently
as snowflakes. They nearly touched
the earth before they went out and I
remember hunting around in the pota
to patch next morning for some sign
of them, but found none. If there was
Afliy beat in 4 their glittering light
there was no sign of it in the tree tops
among the leaves. I remember that
Aunt Minty, our good old cook, pray
ed and exhorted long and loud and a
white woman across the street scream
ed out: “Come, Lord Jesus; take me,
Lord Jesus.’*
“God save us; God forgive us,” and
she was kneeling on the door with her
hands stretched up toward heaven. I
remember that Mrs. Lester, the wid
owed mother of our late attorney gen
eral, live very near us and came over
to our house, stooping as she came for
fear the stars wouid touch her. I re
member that my father was calm and
serene and gave us all assurance that
there was no danger, for he was a well
read man and knew that such phenom
ena had happened several times before
fthd did no harm. Several times with
in the past century there had been a
fall of meteors on the Same date, the
13th of November, but none so brill
iant or that came so near the earth.
It was in August 1854 that we were
awakened about 2 o’clock one night
by the crowing of the cocks for day
break and our negroes got up and fed
the stock and prepared to goto the
field when our attention was attracted
to the clock and on going out to see
what was the matter we found it as
bright as day and the aurora borealis
was flashing a brilliant light that il
luminated the heavens and the earth.
Suoh things are always alarming to
the timid and the ignorant. I heard
Professor Proctor, the great astrono
mer, deliver three lectures at Lake
Weir a few years ago and he lifted
me up on the thought among the star
ry heavens and made us realize our
insignificance as he approached the
very confines of eternity and told us
of things we had never dreamed of.
He was a great and good man and I
loved him as much for his humility as
his learning. One night he lectured
on the birth and growth and maturity
and decay of a world, and he proved
by the most convincing argument that
this world had long since passed its
maturity and was in the decline and
the scriptures would be fulfilled and
this earth be burned up and pass out
of existence. He said that worlds had
passed away and that worlds had
came into existence since the Chris
tian era and that comets had ap
peared that had no record in the past
—that creation was not finished but
was changing and this little world of
ours was but a speck in the universe.
He said that if a straight line from
the eye was drawn and extended in
any direction it would sooner or later
be stopped by a heavenly body.
We can enjoy this and be amazed
but when a cyclone comes along or an
earthquake begins to rock the little
world about, there is no philosophy
that can make us calm and serene. We
don’t understand these systems of na
ture nor can we fortify against them.
I never saw a man or woman who was
not superstitious about ghosts and it
is because of the mystery that hangs
around the dead—where are the spir
its? Where had Samuel been when
the witch ofEndor called his spirit up
—what kind of virtue was in the bones
of Elijah that brought to life the dead
man who was buried in his tomb?
What kind of spirits were roving
about distressing good speople until
they were sent into the wines and the
awine into the sea? If w e k n ew where
we were going we could be i e ss troub
led no matter bow terrible our fate.
It i* the mystery that hangs
around that undiscovered coun
try from which no traveler
returns. I wish that we all had
the faith of the little boy that I know,
whose mother asked him where he
thought heaven was and replied
promptly “why its over at grandma’s
house.” “Ah, no,” she replied, “heav
en isn,t there at all. What made you
think that?”
“Well it isiPt more than about a
mile from there.’* he said. Grandma
was enough heaven for him.
This seems to be an oif year any
how. A yeiar of surprises. Just a
few weeks aaro and everything looked
lovely for the Republicans and dis
tressing to the farmers, but Mr. Cleve
land beat out the administration and
all its patronage to the surprise of
even the most sanguine Democrats.
Right on top of this cotton jumped
from 7 to 9 cents and the New Eng
land manufacturers of the great staple
raised the wages of their operatives 7
per cent. The Republican party tried
before the election to make the coun
try beliefe that wages had already
been raised under the McKinley bill,
but these operatives knew it was
a lie. Mr, Cleveland’s election or
something has raised them and
the capitalists seem to have received
new confidence in the stability and
monetary affairs. Stocks have ad
vanced and everything looks lovely.
And now comes shooting stars and
the aurora borealis and a comet I
reckon Governor Northen will get up
an appropriation for the world’s fair
and the legislature will buy the Sol
dier’s Home and we will soon be buil
ding more railways all over the south
and our folks have busted the people’s
party and driven politics out of the
alliance and torn up the Ocala plat
form and retired Weaver and Mrs.
Lease and everything looks lovely and
the goose hangs high.
So mote it be. Bill Arp.
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(Late Dean of Woman’s Medical
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STEPHEN A. DOUGLAS’S AB
SENCE OF MIND.
“I had the honor to know Stephen A
Douglas quite intimately,” said P. C.
Horuady. “Our acquaiutanee canu
about iu a very peculiar way. Lik<
most great men, Mr. Douglas was a
times very absent-minded. I was
waiting at Dixon, 111., for the wes -
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passenger on the east-bound, which
stopped at Dixou for supper. After
placing a railroad eating-house meal
where it would do the most harm, Mr.
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him, dropped his chin on his cxpansiv«
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moving train. As the last ear weu>
whizzing by him he roused from hi-
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motions as though he thought of climb
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with an expression of profound disgust.
“Did you intend to take that train?”
I asked. “Did I what? Did I ? Why,
here I have stood right beside it and let
it get away! And my hat is aboard,
too!’ I had just purchased a new ‘plug,’
which I had in a hat-box with my
traps. It fitted him exactly, and, after
adjusting it before the glass, he slapped
me on the shoulder and exclaimed:
“Saved again ! Let’s take a drink !”—
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LIFE.
BY H. PRESCOTT WEBB.
At morn I met a sportive hoy
And asked him why he lived. Said he:
“I live to taste unbroken joy
Stop here awhile and play with me.”
it high bright morn I met a man.
When earth was wrapped in splendid flame,
And asked him why he lived, and then
lie said: ‘ For love and wealth and ame.”
I met a man whose hair was white,
As s.tow upon .von mountain crest.
And asked him why he lived, lie said:
“I live that I may go to rest.
I’ve lived as live yon other two,
And all they loved 1 found unreal.
But siiow-wlii e hair and hearts untine
Can teach the truth which years reveal.”
One lived for jov, and one for rest,
And one for love and wealth and fame.
With pain 1 held my soul as best
1 could aud asked myself the same.
The answer came, though long repressed,
And with it came a bitter sigh—
’Tis not foi love, uor wealth nor fame—
I live because 1 cannot die.
One of Whittier’s Last Poems.
The thres-paged poem by John G. Whit
tier, which will appear iu the November
St. Nicholas magazine, commemorates the
visit of a party of ^young girls to the poet’s
home says the Galveston News. It con
tains the following lines, which have a
peculiar significance now that the good
Quaker poet lias passed away, and is
apropos of the foregoing lines on “Life” by
Mr. Webb:
I would not if * could repeat
A life which still is good and sweet;
I keep in age, as iu my prime,
A not uncheerful step with time,
And, grateful for all blessings sent.
Igo the common way. couteut
To ma'-e no new experiment,
On easy terms wild law and fate,
For what must he 1 calmly wait,
And trust the path l cannot see—
That God is good suiflcetli me.
And when at last upon lite ! s play
The curry in falls, I only pray
That hope may lose itself in truth.
And age iu Heaven’s immortal youth,
Ann all our loves aud longing prove
The foretaste of diviuer love!
When Shakespeare Slings Himself.
I tried to road w’at Shakespeare writ
Aud never thought no great of it.
I knew no man in »ur towu
Skuroe ckilied Si.aktspeaic in renown,
But, still, 1 reckoned all the time
lie waru’t ez smart ez of Bijuirc Prime.
Though others stuca him oil a pole,
1 alius Ja.d him on the shelf.
Because he had uo spurt au soul
An' never slung himself.
An’ ev’ry time I tried I'd fail
To make out either h_*td or tail,
Ur uuy neart, or sense, or ; oul,
To ait his tvoO-jiiii’ rigmarole,
.No matter it.vw lied -a-umu aud try
tie eouldu' c'oi.ie- to oi*-i4iii Nye.
And so I’d shet the nook ag tin.
And stick it up thc-ie ou the shelf,
An’ tay, * it’s plain to me, it's plain
'f uel he uoUidn’ sling hiuisedL”
An elocuti ner come down
uue night lust lull to o..r town,
An’ advertised ior sev’ral days
i'uet he wouui read iroin shaaespeare’s plays,
"llie leilcr,” says 1, ‘i.-achump
To try to read from sicn a gump,
ii i couldn't wri.e us well as him
I’d lay myscli u,«ou the suelf ;
For Shukcspeaie ham t no swing and vim
Au’ he can't si.ng himself.”
I heerd the elocutioner spout,
An’ he jest turned me wrong side out.
Tnem worus—like cuuuon b-ais they hit—
idem worus thoi William Shakes..eare writ,
au’ each word siru.k a leuuer part
Ah’ lauded led-eot iu my heart,
it ’y 1 ciuui up life’s highest sour
Au’ ct liviiu .Nairn » up-lop shelf
An’ iieered tuet reader r ar auu tear
Au’ Ahukcspeure s.ing nuns.if I
W’y Shakespeare took the heart er man
All coined it into words, I swan,
an’ ev’ry word lie corned is slid
Worth moro n a ttveuiy-doilar uili.
Au’ some words gaiuuol, like young steers,
au’ some urcurippiu wet Ttu tears;
For Shakespeare et the sweetest meat
Ou Alot er Nature’s highest shelf,
An’ ev’ry day he went to • at
An’ then he s.uug himselfl
W’y here’s a man who waded through
i’he drippiu' daisies au’ the dew,
au’ who iu highest heaven did i.well,
Au’ Wandered turou.U die lowest UelL
.vn' he couimu. ion usoierhoi’
Willi God au’ devit m the soul
tVno searched his soui in every part.
Au’ ransacked ev’ry nook au' shelf,
Who looked right iu his open heart
An’ went an’ slung himself.
W’en Shakespeare slings himself I see
How big a human soul eau be,
1 feel like ciaimin as my own
fire highest seat urouu’ the throne,
W’eu Shakespeare slings himself 1 say
W’at angel oould do better, hey ?
An’ so we know we liev the best,
Tiie sweetest from, tue highest shelf,
Thebngiito t, grandest, puniest,
When Shakespeare slings dims If!
—Sam. Walter Fob?.
WHEN THE CHERRY TPJS IN BLOOM,
(Or the Cracker's Courtship.)
Yon ax me how I dene my courtin’. It’s rather
long ago;
An’ I couldn’t tell you how I loved, nur why I
loved her so;
It wuz durin* nv our plowing time, an’ one day
in the Spring,
When jist ez f wnz thinkiu’ nv her, I hearn
iny sweetheart sing;
I wuz in the orchid workin’, and smellin sich
perfume
Ea a fellers alias gittin’ thar, when the cherry
is in bloom.
I wuz frelin’ kind* r tired like, and I thought
I’d rest awhile;
So I left the plow and hosses, an’ I sot down on
the stile
Whar the cherry tree was standin’ like a snow
ball in its white.
While the cows a strollin' home’ards tol* the
coming of the night;
An’ ahe wnz fullerin’ after; so I thought I’d
know my doom;
Fur i wanted her; o ang-er when the cherry wuz
in bloom.
I reached up in the branches thar, an’ I pulled
some blossoms fust,
Am’I made a little potey far to help me o’er tho
watt;
Fur I thought she’d kinder like it too, but when
she come atony.
An’ seen me settin’ thar, and waitin’, she quit
he party song,
t n’ hung her head an’ giggled low, while my
heart begun to loom, .
An’ I kinder hesitated—but the cherry wuz in
bloom.
Fust I tried to tell her howdy, but she rather
turned lier bead,
An’ I had a half notion to woosh that I wuz
dead.
I never had sech feelins like; but they didn’t
last so long.
An’ I blurted out “good evenii g—l’z admirin’
uv your song.”
She said* “twuz’nt much to brag uv, but she
liktd the nice perfume
Uv the blossoms in the orchid when the cherry
is iu bloom,
Sez I “Miss Fo'ly, here’s a nice bunch an’ wo’nt
you'ake it. oo?”
“Why yes," she sez-I'll have it, yei; and I’ll
keep it jist tur you ”
And when steepin’ hack’ards.slow like she axed
me what 1 meant
A’giviu’ her sech purty flowers an’ whut wuz
iny intent?
The she skooted off, a sayin’ “But I’m bound to
hurry home.
Fur t ie milkin’ time's cornin’,” and the cherry
wuz iu bloom.
An* I.kinder thought an’ wondered like what
Folly meant by this;
Whut I had meant by givin’ uv a blossom to a
Miss;
An’ I kt-p a thinkiu’ on it; but I didn’t tell her
why
Through all the summer time a sparkin’ tel
Christmas come a’uigh;
Yit all > he time half crazy wuz I to know whut
wuz my doom,
Sence a’hearin’ whut she said thar when the
cherry wuz In bloom.
And every day that I would meet her, we’d sfe p
and talk a spell;
But then to save my hide from Ginny, my- fix I
couldn't tell.
i talked a heap of cr«psand sich like, an’ uv my
feelings some;
But somehow iu ti e talkiu’ spells the right
word’wouldn't come!
An’ Idreamptuv nights about her, an’ about
the sweet perfume
Uv th - blossoms in the orchid when the cherry
wuz in bloom.
I axed her one (’ay which she liked best, blue
plums or cherries, which?
An’ sue Towed that folks who would be fools
should alius ketch the switch!
An’ then shes <id it she wuz some folks, she’d
say a tiling or two,
Ez jist wiiut folks iu a circumstance had alius
ore to do,
An’then 1 kinder took the hint like ra'al court
in’ I’d resume,
An’ git back to the pint I'd left when the cherry
wnz iu bloom.;
So one dav at a neighbor’s shuckin’, wa sorter
stole away;
An’ I vowed I'd bust right then an’ thar or make
her say her say.
Says I then, *P»!iy, w-liar’s them blossoms you
said you’d keep tur m?-?
I give ’em at the orchid stile onct— thar at the
cherry tree.”
She says * hy l have got ’em yit; an’ I keep
’em in my room;
They alius nuike me think uv you when the
cherry wuz iu bloom.”
That sounded sorter hopeful like; an’ Isez to
Folly ibea
“I kinder w ant ter marry, an’—'em.” sbe blush
ed, and axed me -when?”
D'yoa reckon > ou would have me, Polly?” and
then sire leant up near,
An’ when I ki.-srd h rso a rely—twict, too-slie
didn't seem ter k« cr;
r n here is whut she tol me sly like: “Ioughte.1
ter peizume;
Hut We’ll marry ef you sav so—when the cherry
is iu bloom.—Si. V. Jvloore, iu Detroit Free
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Her Nerve H^d Been Tested.
From The Detroit Tribune.
It was a terrible risk. Not a man
vas there in all the vast throng who
lured brave the dangers of hissing
.lames and tottering walls.
Human li ves hung in jeopardy, wait-
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“I will save them!”
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Wiih flashing eyes and heaving
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spellbound, the people breathed not.
“ Stand aside.”
A burly fireman had barred the way
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“ It is foolhardy,” he exclaimed.
“ Have you no fear, girl?”
She lauglted scornfully.
“ Look you ”
She turned a withering glance upon
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—“ for tea years I have worn in pub
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ment brought out during that time.
Do .you imagine I am afraid of any
thing?”
With a bound she was lost to view
Among the blazing timbers.
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