Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1878-12-07
LETTER FROM AUSTIN.


began fairy tale read fifty years ago.
Your editorial, the other day on the ''bon-
net box" (they were "band boxes" in my day.
sent me flying back to the days when the
elder Booth (whose sun set when he died.
and didn't rise with his SOM used to play
Jerry Sneak" in the "Mayor of CARAT" on
benefit nights, after playing Richard, or Sir
Giles, or lago; the best Iago that ever trod
boards. save one, W. B. Wood. can see
the diminutive. red headed, squirting Jerry,
az he toted his load of band boxes, and deposi-
ted them at the door of a watering place hotel
awaiting his wife's arrival. Shall we ever
"look upon his like again."
Well, your effervescent editorial sent me
back over the road whore we have often
gathered sweet flowers, and sometimes wet
our tracks with tears" and conjured up so
many pleasant memories, and peopled my
bachelor chamber with so many bright faces,
happy hours that my heart thanks you with
all it's quantity of gratitude.
Life, says Persian proverb is made up
of a memory and hope prefer the men,
DRY, for as Paul says 'what man seeth,
why doth he yet hope forl''-I know that's
Scripture, but I'm not sure the quotation is
correct for I'm nearly out of Bible. Hope
invigorates-some fool said it ''maketh the
heart sick. My opinion is that the heart is
a stale egg that hope makes sick but mem-
ory Ali the joys you have had; all the CLAM
our of cloves young dream" all the cast les
en- Estayne that you have erected; "the bat
ties. sieges, fortunes you have passed in
your mind-how they come back across the
track of years, freighted with wealth, richer
than borne by the heaviest argosy that ever
sailed A good many wrecks are strown along
that back track, but they are decently buried
out of sight. few will obtrade themselves,
and call up some pains now and then; "pangs
Of despised love" or other 'discordia semnia
rerum" which snagged your course. .....
We stood at the garden gate, Swallowed by
Lenbsrdy poplars and locust trees, through
which the moon was peeping at devotional,
meek and sweet face, and as the pure light
fell upon her bright auburn hair, and shone
into her soft pleading eyes l remarked in my
adoiescent ignorance: This is a night too
beautiful to go to bed. Yes, was the
meek reply, ''but mother never allows me to
sit up with any one, Thirty years after
she is one of the bereaved widows of that late
translated saint, Brigham Young. - She
used to pray for me in church, mot Mrs
Brigham No. 10, but another one) and used
to wait for her at the door and escort her home
when all the rest of the family would evacu-
ate the parlor ON our behalf. One mornin; [
got note and a package containing various
notes that had caused me many toilsome hours
in their composition, and various presents that
bad cost much of my loose change, but never
word OF the multitude of ice creams and
oyster stews over which we had said such
sweet things. The note said that she couldn't
possibly marry any man who would knock
down "a man and brother" a. B. had
never asked her) and accepted the situation
meekiy She wears beautiful brown wig
now-1why ore wigs always brownO and has
grandchildren. But here comes another; ah
"Thou art the brightest but the last" What
a glorious complexion. bright olive with the
blood struggling 10 the surface; teeth tina:
would shame the most fashionable dentist |
lips--ye gods! the bees of Hymettus have
been lons since stranged for their classic
stores, or those lips would surely have
''hived them all. Eyes. laughing, speaking,
sparkling, starry, lambent chdtoyant-ad |
jectives are too w.--Well, we met at sta
ton, and friend put her in my care for |
few miles. For two years | carried that |
bright young face under my waistcoat in
fact, two layers deeper till one evening met
her in Church, Shall ever forget the sensa-
ton of delight felt as our eyes met Shall
ever forget that last bright evening of my
life There was the turning point of my ex-
stence-the altitude where "gravitation
hitting, turned the other way" and now
hat have passed 1.-the gentle curvature of
ife from youth to age, | can't look back
,pon that episode without a sort of Juggling
It my heart, and regret that-such sweet .,
vain, should never vibrate DER its chords
gain. The next day poured out my sad
ceilings in rhyme, which was Daisprinted in
he village paper, and which l reproduce for
our benefit, STIMULATING that you will stick to
ny NJ S. You remember Byron's definition ,
glory ''To DE killed in battle and have
name ,niaqT al He'd in the death HAT - II