Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-09-07

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Room for the conuueror of the world,
The steel clad Alaxander!
Room Tor the pen, the sword of mind
winch sweeps from grand to grander!
Room for the teachers of their kind,
Who scorn the wrongs defiance,
And proudly bear upon their crest
The motto: "Sclf-reliancew
BURDETTE ON THE OCEAN.
Acrobatic Performances Of a Funny Man on
Shipboard.
last. John, New Brunswick, July "a =
We are here and am glad of it. Iwant
to stay here several months, too.
We left Portland in the evening and a
bit OF a storm. There was heavy sea.
with its usual depressing influences. Be-.
fore we were we'll outside the port I made
up my mind that the best thing I could
do for my unhappy country was to Law
her little serene highness away in her
peaceful berth, that I might have the
hours of gathering twilight to undis-
turbed reflection. think I laid her
away with some haste. I will confess,
indeed, that the customary devotional
exercises were dispensed with, owing to
the pressure of business. remember that
was glad when she was snugly slowed
away for the night, and can recall the
peaceful look that played over her face
as she remarked, referring to the rolling
and pitching of the vessel, "Isn't it nice?''
For her little serene highness is good
sailor, and was disposed to make merry
over the eager but somewhat spasmouic
haste with which tucked her away.
"lsn't this niece" she repeated, with
ridiculous feminine emphasis.
AWFUL NICE.
It was rather nice, I believe, but I
hadn't time to observe it just then. +
wanted to think about something. And
then, to my great annoyance, couldn't
remember what it was I wanted to think
about. ltw something beautiful and
sad, | know, but couldn't exactly catch
on. Somehow or other it seemed to run
by.
The sea grew rougher, and, as the
pitching aud rolling of the good steamer
New York increased, my spirits did not
rise. Your spirits are not apt to rise, |
find. They are the only things about
you that don't rise, however.
My subject Of reelection having eluded
my rather inactive mind, became sensi.
BILE of sort of a languor that suggested
1epose. did not feel like standing up
and singing. wanted repose. WASN'T
particular what kind of repose. The re-
pose Of the grave would have suited me
perfectly we'll.
But there was no grave handy. And
when l went out and looked out to sea-
ward and gazed at the landless expanse
Of angry, tossing waters, didn't see any
material to make a grave. And then,
when l returned to the state-room, it be-
gan to dawn upon me very dimly, that
tile repose was about as seldom as the
grave.
SYMPATHY.
'Robbie,' placidly spoke her little Sc
rene hlghness, IN tones marked with a
shade of atfectionate apprehension, "Rob-
bic, are you feeling quite wells"
| said l was somewhat oppressed by the
grand magnifcence OF the bOundless ocean.
and wiped the icy perspiration from my
marble brow. :
Does an intense appreciation of the
magnificent in nature usually excite pro-
fuse perspiration IN you?" she asked in
nocently. "The ocean doesn't make me
feel So"
l replied that just at present the ocean
made me feel as though I had swallowed
1t whole, and was afraid would have
to spread little to hold it.
l believed would retire and abandon
the struggle with my feelings, for 1
felt that l was on the verge of quoting
poetry.
stood on my feet and took off some of
my things; then leaned up against the
door and took of a few; then stood on
my head and got off one or two; then Law
down on my back and kicked off the rest
Of them.
GOING TO BED.
Then I looked up at my berth.
It was six hundred feet from the floor.
and was still going.
! cast an ANXIOUS, despairing glance
1T 1t, reached out and dragged travelling
shawl over me, and tried to MARBLE q
merry stave of rollicking sea song.
"What arc you crying tor?" asked her
little serene highness. care you home
sick, or are you sorry you were so
crosse"
1 ceased my song and started to say
something in reply, but it was too much
exertion to talk, so I lay still and looked
at my rapidly disappearing berth, climb
ing away like balloon.
"Aren't you going to bed e. came
cheerful voice from the lower berth.
l said that when I bought my passage
Of the International Steamship Company
did not contract to sleep in sky-rock
ct, and that I should not get into my
berth until 1t came down close enough
for me to grab at it. And then I relapsed
into state of comparative apathy, as 1t
we're.
never saw you lie down so fat"
came the cheerful voice again; ss you are
closer to the floor than the carpet. How
10 you do it, Robbie e.
There was really nothing remarkable in
It. 1t required no effort whatever to get
Town. The only trouble was to get flat
enough, and the next greatest trouble
was to get up. said I would like to
lie dormant till the damp waves were at
est. And on hearing that remark, her
title serene higmess, In tones of rebnke,
aid such language from a junior of the
Baptist Church and IN the midst of a |
torn was as uniting as it was presump
uous, and | had better say nothing if l
:ould not frame my thoughts to Better