The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1877-02-14

On the broken slab, which some kind hand
Has pierced with an iron bolt and band
Long since-for the headstsne leans awry,
Like a wheat sheaf when the wind sweeps by.
'Tis an old, old grave; the once trim mound
From the tangled grass the buttercup
With startled, wild lawn air looks up,
And the coarse leaved burdocks make their
Where the movers scythe has ceased to come.
Tis an old, old grave-how came here?
II don't know. 1t is many year
Since went from home, and yet to-day
1t seems I've been but an hour away!
How odd that I'm standing here alone
With the past so blotted out and gone!
know the place-as a boy have played
With my mates beneath that walnut's shade;
1t was smaller then-nol declare
Twas a chestnut tree that once stood therei
How all is changed in the spot knew
How thick are the graves that once were few!
How the moss has spread. how the wall says
down.
saw it built! Why, think the town
When / was a boy. 9 . What's this see,
As scrape the lichen from the stone?
What name do read? Good God, my own
The Atlantic.
There are $4,000 Hebrews in New York,
and of the numDer 100 have estates valued
at 81 100000 or upward.
At a Washington theater no one goes out
between the acts "to see man." But
scores of young men go out to see what pro-
greSs is being made on WashingtOn'S mOnu-
ment-and some are so deeply affected at
the slowness of the work that they return
with tears in their eyes.
Mr. Moody publishes card saying that he
is glad to announcet o the Christian public
that the contributions for the family of Mr..
p. Z. Bliss have been so liberal that with the
addition of what he left they are well pro-
vided for, and the collections for them
should now cease.
At a Paris masquerade ball bier was
brought in by procession of people, who,
leaving the candles, walked solemnly out.
The maSqueraders chaffed the man who was
lying on the bier. and one, more venture
some than the others, lifted the pail, dis
closing a corpse, with dagger through its
heart. The French are always funny.
The following expression from the greet
ing sent by the choir who sang in the Chica-
go tabernacle during Mr.. Moody's recent la
bOrs there to the Boston choir now doing
little duty might well be commended to the
consideration of church chOirs generally:
Through storm and cold we have been in
our places, not from duty merely, for duty
has been lost sight of in the true and solid
pleasure.we have in singing for the Master
When Sir John Carr was in Glasgow, about
the year 1907. he was asked by the magis-
trates to give his advice concerning the in
scriptiOn to be placed on the Nelson monu-
ment, then just completed. Sir John recon-
mended this brief record: Glasgow to Nell
son." 'Juist so" said one of the baillies;
"and as the town o. Nelson's close at hand,
might we no juist say-'Glasgow to Nelson,
six miles an so it might serve fora monu-
ment an a mile stone too"
gentleman in Olympia Washington ter
ritory, sent by mail to friend in Massachu-
setts few days ago, large potato, the in
side of which had been scooped out, and
filled with pansies geraniums and other
il.wers. When the package was opened the
flowers were found to be as fresh and bright
as if they had been gathered within an hour
They had been picked from a garden in the
open air and their journey across the conti-
nent had occupied 10 days.
Robinson is his name. He is Boston
lawyer, ncommonly pious and extremely
high church. He thinks it needful to SOW
seed by all waters, and so has his note paper
branded with scripture texts The other
day he had occasion to write for favor from
the court to Chief Justice Gray, and he un-
luckily used sheet of paper which was
headed, "Ye men all bought with price"
Some slanderous wag has been telling that
the application wasn't granted.
One day, on the Boulevard Pereire, Paris,
a mad dog started in pursuit of a velocipede,
mounted by boy of IA named Dupraty, liv-
ing in the boulevard, No. 16 The chase was
a terrible one and ended in the fall of the
boy. Happily it was in the iron of the
lOcipede wheel that the teeth of the mad bull
dog closed. There ended the first
oft fha 6rar,, follr In
an impulse of passionate JOY on seeing her
son saved from so great danger, Nine Du-
praty pressed her lips to the wheel of the
velocipede. Some hydIophobic virus had
remained on the iron, and after an agony of
fortnight the poor mother died, raging
mad.
Mr.. Macdonald is described as man who
has penetrated so deeply into the spiritual
life, and his earnestness as well as his i'm
| agination are so exercised, that certain
sense of reality remains even in the midst
of wire-drawn religious arguments and
analyses of conditions. The only solution
one can find is that Mr.. Macdonald, though
he would prefer to rank himself as preacher
and teacher, is still more poet poet of
fine discernment in subtle spiritual prob
lens and processes, and with a power to IL
Illuminate the most recondite of inward ex-
periences by fancy and image.
A French soldier was sitting, short time
back on the summit of hill overlooking a
garrison town; his horse was picketed near
by; the man wa. smoking leisurely, and
from time to time glancing from the esplan-
ade to big official envelope he had in his
hand. A comrade passed and said, "What
are you doing there?' 81 am bearing the
President MacMahon's pardon for our friend
Fitchmann, who is to be shot this morning"
replied the smoker. well, then, hurry
along with it," said his comrade. 20, no.
See, there is hardly soul on the esplanade,
and the firing platoon has not yet been
formed. You surely would not have me
rob my appearance OF all dramatic effect"