The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-02-07


Unis canis, duo puer,
Ntinquam Drawer. nonqnam trlIer
Qnam hoe trio unqueam flIit,
II there was never knew it.
His bonus dog had one bad habit:
Amahat much to tree a rabbit,
Ambat Plus to tree a rttus,
Amabat bene chase a cattus.
On this nixy moonlight night
This old camlS did just right.
Nunqlam treed starving ratuls.
AnlTlam chased a starving cattus,
But ruc'uTit or intentus,
On the track and on the scentus,
I'LL he freed ii poSSum strongnm,
la 4 hollow trunkun longum.
Loud he barAed in the horrid bellum,
Seemed Oh terra VENT helum.
Quickly ran the duo pllrer.
Mors OF posSum to secure
! Qnmn venerit, one begun
10 chop away like quiSane man.
Soon the AK went through The tancum,
Soon he hit it, per, cher. chnnkuu,
Combat thcke'S; on We bravuS!
CAMS, puer, bite. ct StlvuS:
As his powers ron lonsns tarry.
Dossun potest non pHgnare.
On the nix his corpus lieth,
Down to Hades spirit flieth,
joyful pHcrS, caHiS bonus
Think him dead As any stonus.
Aiat his corpus like a Jelly:
enid plus proof ought hunter yelle?
Now they seek their pater's domo,
Feeling proud as any homo,
Knowing certe they vii! blossom
lnio heroes. when With po.>um
They arrive. narraIunt story.
Plcnns blood. ct plruior glory.
Pomper, David. Simpson, Cesar,
Cyrus, Biackha~k. ShalmmneMr.
Tell me where est now the gloria,
Where the hoMors Of Victoria.
QUINN at domnm narratstory,
Plenus sangnine, tragic, CORY.
Pater praiSeth, likewise mater;
Wonders greatly younger frater.
Po%om leave they on the mundus--
Gn themselves to sleep proflMdus,
SohIiiinnt poSSum slain in battle
Strong as ursae, large as cattle.
When non gives way to lux of morn
ing.
Albam terrain much adornipg,
Up they jump to SEE their varmen,
OF the which quid est the calmen,
PosSum hic est reSurreetum,
Leaving pllere most delectlm,
Possum reiinquit track behind him,
Sed the puers never find him.
Cruel possum! bestia viIest
How the puers til beguilest.
Puers think non plus OF Caesar.
Iofo gamlneIi, Shilmanezer?
Irke your laurel. cum the honor,
Since ista poSsnm is a goner.
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Mark Twain says: 1t is evening.
The rich gloy Of the sinking sun casts
lthwart the little cottage doorway a
mellow, golden light that enricles and
Inspires the scene. A balmy breeze
DI0wS from the west. and the tall sur
trees and the hedge shrub
'ery. and the bare garden stalks and
'iShes bend their tops, and seem to
od pleasant good night to the dis
ppeariDg orb. A soft, dream-Iike
tillnesS settles about the place. The
usy hum ofday gradually sinks away.
nj the peaceful calm OF hight gather.
ound about. Finally, all Is still and
ark. The happy domestic circle
'ithin tile cosy cot prepare to enjoy
ie hIisstHl repoSe of even. Father,
lotlier and children are grouped
'pund the center table, and while the
ian takes his solace in his newspaper,
le young matron sits quietly by with
sr work and the little ones discuss
& dolls and sngaT pluins in the cor
sr. The sweet-voiced warbler. IN
5 golden cage above the viiie-elad
indow, has ceased his merry SONG;
lrlo has gone to sleep on the rug;
e playful kittens have tired Of their
Inbo!s, and have cilrled up III their
tie box; and now no sound il heard J
We the erickets' chiiTIp. Still and
rkcr II grows, nn;il by and bye the
arp. quick "IIiSt" from behind the
rden fence tells us that how is the !.
ne to steal water melons. I