, 1881-09-25

.Iam little hoarse, but still tallllng.n-
Gin. LIb
r.fa,;.,,.:1's name means 'ttav Of battle"
r. .hjtayu srcak!u. ;lippun:ly Of your mother
;n.aw amounts to the saline thing
Mis- p.raclI says that Mr.. Gladstone is
,r,4A hyppcr,1 ;cal, blol>tla hirsty 1nsscrcant
r.s 1,ur,,cil would do well Us editor of an ar
sansas paper.
Il SCI TINT a Boston man has driven his
.o.., mill. In .:::s@.. What the name of the
,.,t!e;rau who wrote the purn beginning. Life
i,n,a!" etc.?-'T. IL. TaasttrI,in.
Lawrence Barrett has written a life or
rixo Forrest. Mr.. Barrett will be remembered
n, 1 very esti.nab. gcuilcln:a who piuys Cdssins
k;tb his h3:r parted iii tic middle
Lean Stanley USED 10 SLY that until his 1nar-
riarc H.. had never I~~:iy iiycd-LoadoA T'h1es.
1 tu!cago ,n:n used 1o SAY that until bis ulur-
RAE. nc lived like i fighting cock. his wife
o,r, heard him make thus tcmurk onc dag, and
utter iha, he lived 1uure like Il lighting cock
than ever. Fighting cocks arc sometimes
9hppe..
,;pu. l;ltltr's fayorit eNpletiye is ''sincc
Adam w:s Il buy" mud when annoyed he always
d.rl:r,s that since that period there has never
a1n such uu instance of stupidity us the Que
: muc!, better way Ut measuring time ihun
the Chicago 1nethui Of rcferrin: to the proba-
IT. cougr:llncnt Ut liadcs.
Ynu kissed n.t! my head
.'su2tl low you. breast
WA, lcrll:4s VI shelter
Aiia l!,ani, fcsL
Mv t1,,:ur dared M, speak
Fl=s:,r. up in II tl;t1re
s'r,,m my h.art |" my cacek-
Ye:,- arms he'd sEe fist
tf bold!
Heart D.a. t.alns4 htM:t
i"nr ,Iane,:r -ctMsd drawing
a. :sc draws tho tiss
t'sun tho ii Tie Sktex.
i.ar ~, 'i1,, :iu:; .,., =, Il, ,,a ,s.'n ;x,
1he, sui-nt never nnca-p
Eru:l W lr rap;uruus keas-
You ki@.ea me- my soul
NrrIrd aud swounca like drunken
Az r, Ii: t::HHa' ia:; II tssst ss:tt., delicious
N,..id bi,t cnsze while rny lips
We're ;ri nlulst With your breath.
Am: s.,sir ,is;tne'! E1ne eyes
"i.;it ,;.uf nr;.s s;:.,!"l q I'D, nae round
II a+k day md 'lislit:
-, snst, , sx9ni.!. !. ds'shtt i; n:t''1 ,,,c,.,
We're my: s:,e|ler As then,
Would you siss nsaint
THE u,eye csq.isit WAS written in ISL when
sa;h": W.. y1 v,o x nnsr Il lie Il hero Sai II s sa
br-7-i,n portrayed. James R.'dath thouSht 80 We!i
4 ss m on ns NV wnS .s lie s Susie
- & r. i@ i:4S I4a Tie
You kicked me. my head
Dropped low on my vest,
With feeling US II
Would like to 20 West
While the cock aud-bull story
About my rich love
For your duughtcr-Iny Mabel
Had flown like dove.
Your fist held me fast
Ga. my back was So coldl
Boot beat against pants.
Aud each hearty kick told
Your boot toe seemed knocking
My spine through my eyes
As the Whte-Stocking boys
Knock the sky-scrapiilg nys.
Your foot clung to ne
Till prayed you might miss
Me Just oncc, and your corn
l. 'Gainst tho tabie-le4 kiss.
You missed me! my heart,
And my breath, and my will,
In deilrous joy,
For moment stood still.
Life had far mo then
No temptations, no charms,
No visions of happiness,
Outside Of your arms.
And were this instant
An Hn,:cI. possessed
Or the peace and the joy
That are given the Ilest.
1woull ding my white robes
unrepuingIy down:
| / would tear froul my forehead
Its beautiful! crown,
To listen once 1nnrc
| TO that Old mans wild whoop.