Carson daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1873-1877, 1875-09-11
CARSON CITY:
Saturday .......... September II. 1873


vernnce, ardor and-pardon the pun
aciduity, emitted, as it were, from time
to time, brief though cogent and effective
essays and theses upon the subject mat
ter, so dear to the heart of the American
people, of the generation and expulsion
and sputterment Of the aqueous com
pound pungented as it were with an IN
fusion of gaseous atoms, commonly pre-
scented to the apprehension and compre-
hension of the public mind, as sody
water. Also, we have in these abbrevi-
ated expositions made light and careless,
though none the less respectful and adj
miring reference to certain Founting,
by whose Offices these pleasantly intil-
trated waters have been made available
TO the public stunmick and thence
caused to exgurgitate in windy upheav-
ings, the fumes which tickle but do not
inebria:e. We say We have alluded to
these no: unimportant things in n con-
scientious and, as We trust, instructive
manner. The period of time has arrived,
however, when We must meand r through
other fields of thought. and when the
mind, still pleasantly stimulated with the
recollections of by-gone draughts from
the gushing fount. its outpourings rem
dered superla.ively palatable and nectar
like by the lemonated and checkerberried
hand of the gifted though austere and
melancholy Fife, comes to contemplate
the possibilities of those sad words, Il
might have been. Thus do the dearest
prizes Of life, the highest thoughts, the
deepest loves, the fondest dreams, the
lotties. aspirations, etfervesce and graft
fy and Jingle the nose of hope and long
ing and passion and finally become shut
off by the brass mounted thumbscrew of
an inevitable and cruel fate. Do We
wander Is there vague and painful
suspicion of incoherency in our talk?
Like Falstaff in his tired and shattered old
age, do we babble-not Of green fields,
as he did-but of tina: distant and in
scrutable bourne where sody fountings
cease from troubling and syrups are at
rest. All fellow sojourners, We wander /.
On, some sad and some merry, toward /
the inevitable day when our sody will /
become exhausted, our syrups be sweet
lelusion of the past, and our fountains
sputter their last gasp, leaving Us, at the !
end of weary journey, possibly at the
asst happy end, possible at the discour-
aging beginning Of heated term, in
which no cooling fountains play and
where no sody is, forever and forever.
P. S.-The management, thanking the
patrons of the exhibition for their lib
raj and profitable attendance, beg leave
o announce that the FoUNT1SG is closed
or the season, and that it will not be
gain brought forth for its delightful
luties and its playful suggestiveness
Until the beginning of the summer
Teather of the centennial year of Amer
can Independence. Until then, dear
riends, Farewell.
SUspESDED.-Our upstairs neighbor,
be evening Herald. has been temper
rily suspended. That is to say,
is hung up by legal attach
lent. Perhaps the vicissitudes of its I
will prove so difficult of t
urmounting that its temperance will ,
e deferred for year or such matter.
Then it does come forth again, it will 6
come like an avalanche, {
weeping all before it and buryipg out |
sight the efforts of such puny and ad-
enturous men as may attempt to stay
1e tide and tumult of its career. l
FALSE ALARM OF FIEE.-The persistent
histling of the steam engine of thresh- :
,g machine last evening about O. clock G
aused an alarm of fire. The thresher !.
as up in or near Welch's field at the
me. The gallant firemen got good .
lady on to take suction, man the brakes, 6
Ike the butt and swart Cornell Anderson !;
yer der gourd wild a spanner-but they
efen't needed, be Jeeze.
PAPER FOR THE PAPERLEss.-We no. 4
CO with interest that Mr., John G.. Fox