The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1855-11-02

i ne Following Is suDlimoly Denutlfui ana
pathetic, and could only have been dictated
by heart that has experienced all the bitter
ness that is therein expressed. Who the au-
thor is, We know not, but suspect it is an ex-
tract from some book. lfany body can read
it without moisture in the eyes and stones In
the throat, they are worthy of marble:
SHE is DYiNG.-Hush she is dying The
sunlight streams through the plate-gla
windows-the room is fragrant with the
sweet breath of the Southern fowers-iarge
milk white African llies--roses a nightin-
gale would stoop to worship; Cape iessa-
mines. and canelias with their large glossy
leaves.
Through the open easement steals the
faint, musical tinkle Of playing fountains ;
and the light, tempered pleasantly by rose
curtains Of embroidered satin, kindles up
gorgeous old paintings with a halo bright
as Il rainbow. Ii is as if fresher sun
shine were falling earthward on the bower of
beauty.
The canary sings in his gilded cage
her canary; and the mocking bird raises his
clear notes higher and higher on the per
fumcd air.
Why do you clench your hands until the
nails draw the rich, rosy blood through the
thin, quivering skin? Why do YOU grind
your teeth together and hiss between them
that one word, hush It's beautiful home
am sure, and that lady with her head upon
her bosom, is fair as any dream vision of the
painter.
Surely, nothing could be purer than that
broad, high brow; nothing brighter than
those golden curls.
And she loves you, too! All yes, any one
can read that in the deep violet eyes, raised
80 tenderly to your own. All that il il
your young wife loves You.
She linked TO yours the existence of an an
gel, when she knelt beside you at the mar
riage altar and placed her hand in yours.
For twelve long golden sunny months an
angel has walked and sat by your side, or
slept in your bosom.
made your heart bow before Il purity so di-
vine
No earthly embrace ever filled your soul
with the glory bcyond the stars; no earthly
smile ever shone so unchangingIy above all
noisome things, as you earth worms call care
and trouble. She IS an angel, and other an
gels have been singing 10 her in the long
days Of this pleasant June time.
Hush ~ YOU say, but YOU can't shut the
anthem notes of Heaven from those unseal-
ed ears Louder, lighter, swell the HYMNS
Of the seraphs brighter grows the smile on
your young wife's lips.
She whispers, dearest, I'm almost home.
and YOU witt como BY ana BY, and | am 20
ing to ask God to bless YOU !" But YOU
cannot hear it--vou turn away, and the big
tears gather IN the violet ewes
You had held her there on your bosom all
iay--all night; are you tired But YOU
can't answer. closer, closcr-you clasp the
slight, fair figure painfully YOU press your
lips 10 the cold brow-Carrie is dead
What is it to YOU that the sunshine is
bright: what that it's cheerful RAYS fall on the
broad ands-our lands What is it--now
that she can walk on them no moreY And
what - death-her death? Few people knew
her no yice-rresident must be chosen to fill
her place; no nation will raise monument
70 her memory But she was yours great
God Of ours--vour all
No, yours mud Gods and your year Of joy
u over, and she rests on His bosom now ID
II eayen.
They have dug a grave for her. Spring
flowers brighten over it, and the green gra
smiles with daisies and violets You 80
there, and sigh and pray. and ask God If Won
700 NAV come home and when no answer
comes. yonr nrond heart rises up in bitter
ness, and with bold, wicked words upon
ycnr tongue. you pause. for your guardian
nigel looks down from heaven, and whispers
- Hush -
seeing s-~hrough G1ses Darktr..'
4 quiet dinner nj the Girard House. with
a couple Of bottles of champagne, allayed bv
y cup Of coffee and n regain. The long sum
mer afternoon was growing shorter. .sSun-
pose." said Jim b, Eve visit the 'Cade-
mT'l Maternal Sc'nces.''
"Rcfdy." we replied. and a cloudy omn-
bus. filed with misty peone. rolled us some
whore verv smoothly. We had to get out OF
that omnibus: we walked little WAYS: re-
menhnr mounting some very steep stairs.
Here w ere 'mong the d-denizens Of the
past" said B. sob what great laws
they've rot S'pose they came to life. what'd
Won do then f'' he continued. as we stopped
before some an.c-deluce monsters.
Think We tod him we would scall the 10
liee''
...lust Look at these picked snakes, Wake
snakes S'pose then came TO life, what'd
vop do them" qno'h b. steadying him
self against the side Of the gallery.
.,Holla fret
'.'Twouldn't do said b. sthev'd crawl
All round your pantaloons, and pet into your
hat and
Here our patience gave out. "Jim b"
sad we, don't 20 on that way consider a
mans FEELINGS"
$50 do SAYS he; s'thev'd be awful -
Stop, saws he; 'that p-polar bear winked nj
me. S'nose now, he was to come TO life ="
This was too much for our hnmanities -
We walked along one Of the galleries, toward
an onen window. We wanted fresh air.
81 lust look MT those skulls chinrewav.
Choctaw, Oh chinese, Cherokee, Egyptian
S'nose they'd come to life, what ID gou---"
Here we reached the window a breath of
mr. camn timely In and we VI Y ed and hlinl-