New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-11-21

ashamed OF hifasen." he protests against thlS V"'
rageous and contemplate style OF Treatment as 'e
offspring of precisely the spirit which IN ROMAN
isn ali Professionalism unites TO condemn 1t Is spirit
unworthy OF the age unworthy OF institutions, ana
unworthy OF Christianity" But the worthy editor
should take "heart Of grace" such attacks arc no
novelty and the harm, If any, when they
accomplish, Ia but skn-deep Dr. Holland only
shares the fate OF every writer who expresses hse
frankly without regard to party tests. Freedom Vi
speech it thwarts an established interest VIII as
surely be followed by obloquy the shadow follows the
sun and whoever hopes to escape from 1t ehershes an
,unsion--"' The Topics OF the Times" has also some
cpporne remarks on the importance OF business men
making provision for their families which shall secure
them from the inevitable risks OF tradlng on
general contents the number present the accusloeu
variety, including a second paper on inc picat
South" an essay " Savage Man." sketch OF hohAfu
Antony Proctor the eminent living writer on popular
astronomy, and the following poem by Bret Harte'
LUKE
In the Colorado Park, 1879
wo,s that vou're readin'i- noyela A noyeI-wen.
You a man grown and bearded bistn' such stuff ez
stuff ABOUT gals and their sweetheartsi No wonder
Ioo,at me--elar two hundred-anl never read one III
my life.
That's my opinion O. novels And to their lynn round
On account OF mis- uncs and the mountains and the bal
And MS NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., she read novels and that's
what's the matter with her.
Yet she was sweet the Jedge. and stuck by him day
Alone in the cabin up yert she grew like ghost all
She wus only a slip of thing ez light and eS up and
Ez ride Smoke blown through the woods, but she wasn't
my kiud-no way!
speakn o gals dye mind that house ez you rise the
nile and half from Whites, and jist above Nat
You dol Wen now harsa gall What YOU saw her :
o. come now, thar quit
she was only bedeyiln you boys for to me she don't
cotton one bit.
Now she's what call Sal-ez pretty and plump ez
Teeth ez white ez hounds and they'd 80 through ten
Eyes that kin snap like cap. So she asked to know
She adj O. It's ist like her sass for she's peart ez
Kstydid.
But what was 7 talking OTTO! the ledge and his
daughter-she read
Novels the whole day long and reckon she read them
And sometimes she read them loud to the Jedge on
And twas how Lord Augustus" said this, and how
Lady Blanche" she said thar.
But the sickest of all that hoerd, was yarn tet they
"Leatherstocisngd by name and hunter chock full o
And Ihey asked me 70 hear but says miss Mabel not
when likes KIN sling my lies. and thet chap and
should nv agree
Yet somehow-or-other she was always sayn brought
her TO mind ,, -, NJ.
or folks about whom she hu read, OF SUNNI peiiAo u
And thar warnt no end O. the names chat she give
ROBIN IIood," Misunderstanding" Rob Roy,"-o,
tell you, the critter was queer.
and yet eff she hadn't been spilled, she was harmless
She could French her dad and they said that
And she worked me that pouch up tharwhch the
man doesn't live ez kin use,
And slippeIs-you 'om down yerez would cradle an
Iujln's pappoose
Yet along them novels, you she was wastin' and
And then she got shy with her tongue and last had
And whenever happened around, her face it hid
And It wsTt until she left that she give me ez
a LOOK.
And this was the way 1t 1t was night when ken
To cay to EN- all good bye" for reckonod to go for
At sun IN" the day they left. SO shook em all round
'Cept Mabel and she was sick, ez they give to under
stand.
But list ez passed the house next morning at dawn,
Like little wayer O. mist, got up on the hull with the
Miss Mabel it was alouo-an wrapped in mantle o.
And She stood there straight in the road with ouch
the sun In her face.
And she looked right IN the eyerd seen suthn like
When hunted wounded doc to the edge o the Clear
And had my kuee on its neck and jist rasn' my
When it give me a look like that, andwen, it cot of
with It's life.
"wo are going today" she said, "and thought I
To yon IN yourown house. Luke--,hese woods and the
You've always been kind to US, Luke, aud papa has
found you btll
AS good the an he Oredthes, and wholesome as Laurel
Tree Hill.
"And we II always think OF you, Luke the thing We,
The SSlsaiu tdwes IN the woods. tho rainbow that
And you'lI some lines think Of me, Luke you know
you once used 70 say,
A rifle smoke blown through the woods moment, but
never 10 stay.'
And then we shook hands She turned, but a-suddent
she tOtered and ieli.
And caught her sharp by the waist. and held her
1t was only mint you know. that cold and white
Ez "A snow flake here on my breast, and thenwe she
melted away
And was gone ''' And thar her books; but says
Good enough may be for some, but them and mlghtDs
They spilled decent gal CT might hev made chap
And look at mei-clar two hundred-and never read
ia my LIE.
HARPER
The paper on the water Ways of New
York" with which the number opens. presents series
OF felIke sketches from a peculiar phase or nature
which does not often figure in literature II is devoted
10 a description Of the twentyeght thousand en-
poyed upon the Erie Canal and their surroundings, pre-
sentng graphic type of vagabond experience aud adj
venture The homey details of the picture and
then relieved by unexpected biz OF poetry. For in
stance:
Night on the canal has the enchantment and mystery
OF night upon the ocean Cool breeZes sweep
and the horizon r. interrupted at ALL IL by the
full lines OF hill that holds the respendeDt unt5 of
the Declining SUM- and lends mobility 10 the prospect.