Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1882-02-09

ton from holding any l'Ollilcal Oluce
Gen. Wistar has been compelled to with
draw. OF course, President Roberts
cannot bc blamed for strictly enforcing
Il rule, the spirit and intent of which are
very good but since it is to be applied
in case where the public interest will
suffer very severely from the application
the people will expect its enforcement
to be universal.
BETTER late than nevcr-Gencral Terry
writes to Fitz John Porter Il write now
to say that it is not thanks, but pardon,
which should ask from You. For years
l did yoa wrong i'll thought and sometimes
wrong in speech. 1t was true that this
was through ignorance, but had not the
right 20 be SO ignorant. might have
learned something at least, oi tie truth,
ii had dill gently sought it,
CHAMBERSBI nG town is NO slow coach.
At :. citizens meeting the other evening
$3S, 100 was subscribed to bring the Taylor
manufacturing company to that place !;
the three vaccine farms near there ship
daily an average of over $500 .! bovine
virus, and three new farms have lately
been established Major Pomcroy's Re
pesit0ry after micrnscopicai search dis
covers no objection to Beaver, but dole
fully declares that the Press, as Re-
publican paper, is no: :. success. Ia every
other respect it is admirably conducted
TIE new Garfield five cent postage
stamp will he ready for issue on March l.
Dark brown had been selected as the color
best calculated to bring out the tina eli
craving OF the work. The five-ccrt stamp
is almost entirely used for foreign corre-
spondence aud Third Assistant Postmaster
Genera! IIa&en, believing that :. reliable
engraving of the late president should be
used for this purpose, has succeeded in
producing what is pronounced to DC the
tIucst likeness Of General Garfield and the
handsomest stamp yet issued by the post
office department,
tions have been making in Philadelphia
for the issue Of L first class weekl illus
trated and literary journal to be be called
Our Coatinenf. and to he :. rival ~ Hir.
per's Wsekly. Robert Stewart Davis aud
DIR. Br;nton. with some $3.50, 900 capital,
are backing the publication OF tn, enter.
prise, with Albion W. Toursco at the heal
Of a brilliant corps Of editorial contribi
tors. The best literary aud artistic tai
ent in Europe and America are "a be en- :
gagged to make it 4 success in ali It's ;,arts
and the first number, which has been j. .
sued, justiies al expectations aud gives
promise u! {: successful career. One OF
the features of the number is OSci.
Wilde's poem. The Continent paid him IA
guinea line for this Wild, weir,l. has.y
thing" which he calls Impves ,ious -
LE .IARDIE
The iily's wilhered cialice falls
Around its rod OF dusty gold.
And from the beech trees on the wolu
The last wOOd-piSeon COOS anu calls.
The gau.ly lconfne sun1iOwer
Hangs black and barren on its stalk
And down the windy garden walk
The dead leaves scatter-hour by hour.
Pale privet-pcta!S white aS milk
Are blown into snowy mass
The roses lie upon the grass.
Like shre,lS of crinlsOn silk.
Ia Nj nEx.
\ white mist drifts across tn" sl,rauli-
wild moon in this wintry sky
Cleans like an angry lions eye
Out OF name of Sawny clouds.
rhc IN uflicd stecrsman at the wheel
Is but a shadow in the gloom
And in the thrObbing engine rOci
Leap the long robs OF polished steel.
The shattered storm has left its trac,.
Upon this huge and heavfng dome.
For The thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like raveIled lace.
In the same number PhiladeIphia's poet,
Geo. II. Boxer, not quite so aesthetic, has
the following poem on "Dawn," which is
probably not so high priced as Wilde's,
but which may DC compared with it all
the same:
hear the clarionst Of the sky;
Nights misty veil Is upward dawn
And with its golden fringes play
The jewcled fingers OF the daw..
The curling vapors, one by one.
Are shot with opalescent CLEANS
And now the almost risen sun
Darts up thousand crimson streams.
From heaven to earth the pen tOr steals.
Down giIded vanes to windowed towers
The conscious bells break out in peals-
God! what a wOndrous We rid is ours.
The fiery colors slowly fade
In sapphire depths they Pass away
The sun begins his grand parade;
From pole to pole tits perfect day.
Farths chilGren feel their mother warm:
From drowsy beds they wake and start,
And forth, through streets and alleys swarm
In myriads to the noisy mart
o happy toll! U blessed fate!
To no one thought too close cOnfine
That, with each motion, drops q date
And shifts the pictures of the mint
Ienvy you your changing strife,
Your weary hours, your evening rest
When all the little cares of lite
Are iulled to slumber in the breast:
For my poor soul, that still will float
Near one idea of stern device,
h,if In 1op ndn