Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1877-07-13


AT BOSTON.
I 1raarned the dreamiest kind Of dream;
DRAINED that all milk cream,
And Just the creaTnlest kind of cream
IT vas such dreamy, creamy dreaIn!
Idreamt that nobody wore any clothes;
preaInt that the air always warm;
Dreamt that there never came any storm
To tais Nobody's Land that Nobody knows
Oh! I drearnt that nobody thought to think
Dreant that all we're passonless there;
Dreamt that the blissiul summer air
Was all that wanted to eat or drink
Oh! dreamed that the good were perfectly good,
That they couldn't be bad if they wanted to Try,
And then that they never tried to try
IL this beautiful land where in dreams stood
And this is the land where Rutherford lives;
This is the land where living is love
4 hAzy day, Platonic love,
And this is the land to suit the "Chivs!
And the way to keep and own this land
This land all flowing with creamy cream,
Is to DIRE m right on, and always dream
And never ls Taaened from TINS DFeaIhLalid.
Such warm outgushing of full conhding
nature enraptured with the ettiux OF the
divine afflatus, will do much to heal, as with
the ethereal slipDery-elm of the beatitudes,
much that has been lascerated and ruptured
and irnperfectlv sewed up and bandaged upon
the shores of Time The Indians are get
ting fastidious We saw one old buck yes
tariay whom we have known by sight any
time these dozen years who had his plcklngs
from the kitchen waste pail done up in bag
about as big good SIZED pumpkin and slung
behind his back; and We inspected the material
of which that bag was made, and it proved to
be q bit of Nottingham lace window curtain !!
Next thing We know We shall see him with
his shin bone of beef on a clean undershirt
or packing his pine nuts round IN new plug
hat. This extravaganza must stop somewhere
or the dainty natives will be Matching a war
for the sordid state of of rag bags and possible
velvet gowns. The Board OF Pardons
meets today AIany's the poor fellow
good or bad, poor none-the-less - whose
weary, waiting heart will just dare to dimly
wish that somehow his turn might come-his
turn out we mean We do not suppose that
any man ever despairs of q sometime pardon
out before his life sentence expires A SEN
tence for life means never any more free
straying by green fields and along the star-lt
streets When Clifford had got his pardon
among the first things he said, in his thank
fulness, "Yonder is the first moon have
seen for five years." Think of it, you who
are free; think of it, you who are passion
torn; think of it, you who are tempted. And
vet, in this dreadful game of doom there will
he some who will never the soft moon
light again and some who, after many weary.
all so many weary, hoping and despalrlng
wears. will breathe their last in the cell yon-
der-serving out the iron sentence of the law,
ooinr out into the Darkness with no tender
tears for a last comfort-but finding at last
that sweet Relief which no Prison bars can
keep away!. The children of the Methodist
Sunday School had a junketing yesterday at
the Treadway Orchard There was good
deal of warm, dog-daysy amusement, much
bestowment of candies, no little devourlng OF
ice cream, and a great deal of swinging IN
swings and pleasant sprawling on the grass,
There is good deal of healthy human ma
ture about Methodist, after all. There is
mighty little nonsence about them; aud there
is sturdy stand-up-and loyalty to
themselves and their order which is not to
be surpassed anywhere. And as to standing
by the flag, they had no approach OF an equal
in anv other sect We are glad to know the
little folk had good time
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