The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1878-03-21

| NtllI the boy foau: LAS the years
rolled by the men grew more and
more groveling, until at last they
forgot to mark the beautiful sky, the
wealth of trees and flowers, the birth
and death of seasons. Finally, the
ships were loaded, and were about to
sail for the holy motherland. Then
the men fiOcked around the vessel and
desired to embark. But the seer stood
upon the strands and then babe stand
back. 70 one he said: you forgot
wife and parents in search of pleasures
here; you are no more worthy to speak
the hallowed name of home, nor to kiss
lips which are pure
''TO another he said: You have
spent your time in revels. and your
body is filled with diseases which you
brought upon yourself; you are among
the unclean and have no right to go
back to become burden and expense
to your friends
'sTo another he said: You have
debased your mind here; you can no
longer see the beauties upon the earth
or in heaven; how could you fifty
approach the splendors of the temple
of our mighty Solomon
''And so austere and pitiless. the
Seer read the sentences one after
another; the ships cast off their lines,
hOisted their sails, and put to sea,
carrying back but a chosen few of all
who had come in them.
'.And those who remained never
saw the glorious temple which was
their peoples pride: never looked
upon the white walls, the sculptured
columns. the lofty arches. the beauti-
full gates, nor saw the sunlight as it
flashed back from the roof of FURNISHED
gold. They witnessed none of the
magniicence of it's dedication; inhaled
no breath of its rare incense; looked
not upon marvellous interior decora-
tions; heard no burst Of enchanting
music, and caught no tone of Solomon's
incompatible prayer. But rather,
they grew more and more sOrdid and
depraved, until they were so lost in
utter debasement that the watching
angel filled with sediment the waters
of the streams. which settling filed
the harbors of the Ophir coast, until
ships could no more make haven
there, and finally the country wherein
Solomon dug his gold was no more
known to the children of men,
! With this the youth ceased reading.
and nothing for moment was heard
save here and there the labored breath
of some strong man, and the soft patter
of the rain upon the roof.
This lasted for brief interval, and
then, with a voice sweet and full and
clear as a lark's song the boy pro-
ceeded:
go men of the west, they are thin king OF you
| On another shore to- night;
They are thinking OF you as their leal and
| true,
As the innocent ones they in childhood knew
When you of your homes were the light.
''They are thinking, and waiting, and count
ing the days,
Till you come to them once more;
Each morn they strain to the west their gaze
Each eve in fond voices they sound your
| praise,
Recounting your virtues all DER.
''Be true to your manhood, be true to each
| trust,
Where'er in lifes battle YOU stand
Cleanse the heart from its stain, the soul from
its rust,
| Lift your eyes from the ground your minds
| from the dust
Be true to your race and your land
The barp-like voice ceased, and it
was plain that the reading had made
a deep impression on all who heard it.
The wife of the landlord was the first
who spoke. Approaching the youth,
she asked him if he was preacher.
He modestly answered that he was
not. but was a clergyman's son; that
he had tried mining in Plumas county
but failed and was then finding his way
on foot to San Jose. where his sister,
a clergyman's wife. was living; that
he hoped there to obtain situation
rs teacher, as he was not strong
enough to work in the mines.
At this. Curley. the stage driver,
aroused himself.
Partners. said he. ''you hear the
boy. am sorry for him so much -
and he laid ten-dollar piece upon the
table.
I'm sorrier than you. said Posey.
and he covered the ten with twenty.
A miner present said: Il have no
coin but here he drew out buck
skin purse-''I will go little dust on
the boy for the sermon he has
preached" and he emptied half an
ounce on the table.
The rest contributed. making the
landlord treasurer. and when the coin
was counted. and the dust weighed
and calculated. two hundred and
thirteen dollars were handed over to
the boy.
The youth seemed perfectly over
come with the unexpected bounty.
and tried in vain to coherently thank
his benefactors.
By this time it was ten O'Clock at
night. and just then the overdue stage
from Quincy. Plumas county. drove
up to the door. There was the usual
excitement: all hands rushed out to
see the new arrivals: the hostlers took
the team: the passengers crawled
from the mule wagon and entered the
house. and at last the driver followed.
his bearskin coat and hat shining with
the rain caught in the shower.
Curley. of course. knew his brother
John. and so sauntering up to him.
said: How are you. pardi What's
the news p