The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-01-25

about l o'clock and found Willard sitting vi
IN bed, carefully pushing the blankets on
over me and saying excuse me-" This hap
pened three or four times during the night
iankets over me as ii he had more than hi
share, and each time saying excuse mel"
didn't suppose that such II man MS that eve.
would be rich. Maybe he has been so foolisl
as TO give away his wife's property and star
from bedrock again. Who knows?
LEAVES FROM AN Album.
An autograph album has recently com,
into my hands which may be called a fin
ishea work. 1t is owned by Mrs. Margare
.. Avery Of Boston, and at present is in th'
president of the New York clearing house
1t contains the namc of almost every well
known man OF letters in America, with III
original verse. 1append u few of these:
1 am tired of the etymology that makes "Re
ligion" mean that which binds. 1t is good Lati,
and eXcellent piety to understand by Religion
that which loosens.
@. b. ROCKINGHAM.
A bird sang sweet and strong
In the top of tie tallest tree,
lie SAID: J pour out my soul in song
For the summcrt that soon shall be-"
But deep in the shady wood
Another bird sang: Il pour
Ny heart on the solemn solitude
For the springs that return no more
GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS.
Yes, in the worlds eternal plan
Divinity itself is given
10 him who lives or dies for man
Ana looks Within his soul for heaven! .
EDMUND FLORENCE S1EDlAN.
}. G. Holland writes a good proverb of hi
that l think the Century has taken for it
guide:
Who never walks save where he sees men track.
Makes no discoveries!
William Lloyd Garrison offers this origina
verse:
Thy cause, o Liberty, can never fail,
Whether by foes Overwhelmed or friends be
trayed;
Then be its champions of naueht afraid
As God is true they shall at last PREVAIL!
Let base oppressOrs tremble and turn paleI
They, they alone, may justly be dismayed,
For Truth and Right are Mt thy side arrayed,
And the whole world shall yet thy triumph hail
On the next page l. l. Hayes, the Arctic ex
plorer, has written:
The hills were there sungilded at the hour
When Other lands We're silvered by the moon.
The midnight hour, when down the sun did poul
Hare OF light, as elsewhere at the noon!
1. u. Aldrich next has prettily written in
refined, neat back hand, almost microscopic
Manoah's son, in his blind rage malign.
Iumbl1ng the temple down upon his foes,
Did no such feat as yonder delicate vine
That day by day untired holds up Il rose.
Then follow these:
Build thee more stately mansions, o my soul,
As the swift seasons r0llt
Leave thy lOw-yaulted pnstl
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with n dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine Out-grown shell by LIES unrest,
ms sea!
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
And of some ndcr-blossom vet we dream.
Whereof the time that is enfolds the seed,
Some flower of light, to which the rose shall seen
fair and fragile weed. Lucy LARcou.
No more than doth the miller there.
Shut in our several cells, do we
Know with what waste of beauty rare .
Moves every days machinery.
il LOWELL.
No fate. save by the victims fault, is low,
For God hath writ all dooms magnificent.
SO guilt not traverses His tender will.
Il. WALDO EMERSON.
Dear is the minstrel even to hearts of prose
But he who sets all aspiration free
Is dearer to humanity.
BAYARp TAYLOR.
Strew roses on his breast,
NIX He loved the roses best; #
He never cared for lilies or for snow.
WILLIAM W1NTER.
If woman seeks for power, then she must yielt
The very essence of her being up,
Bow her full heart, throw off it's golden shield,
And drain Its holiest life to fill The cup.
That, like a Drumming goblet. red with wine,
She layishes upon the worlds broad shrine.
Upon the tattcred rim men grave her name,
Fling down the empty cup. and this is famci
ANN S. STEPHENS.
see no cause but men may pick their teeth,
Though Brutns with a sword did kill himself.
JOHN GILBERT.
By the notes do we know where the sunbeam i,
slanting;
Through hindering stones speaks the soul o
the brook:
Past rustic of leaves we press into the stiffness.
Through darkness and void to the Pleads VI.
look:
One bird-note at dawn, with the night -silenc,
Begins all the mornings magnificent chorus.
.s MARY MAPEs DODGE.
La critique est aisee,
Tiais Tart est difficele.
CHRISTINE NILSSON.
One leaf I will take.
SAMUEL ADAMS DRAKE.
From wells where truth in secret Law,
He saw the midnight stars by day.
20, marvellous gift. the many cried:
%, cruel gift!" his voice replied.
The stars were far, and cold. and high,
That glimmered in the MONDAY sky;
He yearned toward the sun in vain
That warmed the lives of other men.
w. u. HowELLs.
Love is a day, sweetheart, shining and bright:
1t hath its rose dawn ere the morning light;
Its GLOW anGs glory Of the sudden sun;
| us HOOubllt uetbd ~ s"ilt lue tltliTS wear OHs
Its fall oi dew, anc '~lver-lis. I'd !. :ght-
Love is e day, sweetheart shi...ag and bright.
Love, il a life. swctthear. ea.aing in death.
Is 10 worti, wii1" to mourn it's tieeting breathe
Light-footed youth. or sad, forecasting prime,
joy of Young Hope, or grief of later time?
What pnin or pleasure stays its parting breath
Love is u life. sweetheart, ending in death.
LOUISE CHANDLER MouLToS.
The failures of men are the opportunities o
women. JENNIE CUNNINGHAM CRoLY.
Taken all together it strikes me tina thes,
sentiments are by no means commonplace
They are mostly brilliant and artistic, and
wish l owned the album.
PLAYS AND P~LAY-AcToRs.
Commenting on my last weeks letta
about Fanny Davenport and her folks,
gentleman writes me:
Fanny Is Just past thfrty-eight years old. Sht
made her debut at the Globe theater, Boston
twenty-one years ago last summer Onr resi-
Rsxbury, md when Fanny was getting read,
for her debut one Of the youngsters saw he
gessic miaa Fail, IN t the sammeF house q an
hero quick!' he sang out; here's a crazy lunati
out in the gardenl'"
Storm Beaten, the north pole piece, still
runs like wildtre, with the STANDING roon
only" sign, ut the Union Square; but Nj
Shook is going to stop it in its blooming ca
reer and put on BARLEY CampbeIl's new play
A False Step. The action of the comedy take
place chiefly in France and Italy, though tn
characters are mainly Americans. A pla
with Charles Coghlan in it, supported b
Ellie Ellsler, Maude Harrison, Eleanor Carey
to succeed whether it is good for anything o
not
stetson, who found Coghlan q beautifu
but useless white elephant at the Fifth Ave