Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-01-18


To him who lives or dies for man
And looks within his soul for heaven!
EDMUND FLORENCE STEDMAN.'
| J. G. Holland writes good proyerb of his
| that I think the Century has taken for it's
| guide:
Makes no discoveries!
| William Lloyd Garrison offers this original
verse:
Thy cause, Liberty, can never fail,
! Whether by foes Overwhelmed or friends be-
Then be It's champions Of naught afraid
| AS God is true they shall at last prevail!
Let base Oppressors trembe and turn pale!
They, they alone, may justly be dismayed,
| For Truth and Right are at thy side arrayed,
| And the whole world shall yet thy triumph hail
On the next page l. Hayes the Arctic ex-
! plorer, has written:
! The hills were there sungilded at the hour
When other lands were silvered by the moon,
| The midnight hour, when down the sun did pour
flare OF light, as elsewhere at the noon!
| T. B. Aldrich next has prettily written in a
refined, neat back hand, almost microscopic:
Manoah's son, in his blind rage 1nalign,
| Tumbling the temple down upon his foes,
Did no such feat as yonder delicate vine
That day by day untired holds up q rose,
Then follow these:
Build thee more stately mansions, my soul,
AS the swift seasons roll!
! Leave thy low vanlted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than The last,
| Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length ar tree
| Leaving thine outyrown shell by life's unrest
OLIVER WENDELL. HOLMES.
And of some wonder blossom vet we dream,
! Whereof the time that is cnfolds the seed,
Some flower Of light, to which the rose shall seem
| fair and fragile weed Lucy I.ARCOU.
! No more than doth the miller there,
! Shut in our several cells. do we
| Know with what aste OF beauty rare
Moves every days machinery.
j. r. LOWELL.
No fate save by the victim 3 fault, is low,
| For God hath writ all Goonls magnificent,
So guilt not traverses His Lender will.
! r. VA 30 ENERSON,
Dear is the minstrel even to hearts; of prose
| But he who sets all aspirat ion free
! Is dearer to humanity.
BAlAED TAyLoE.
| Streyy roses OH his breast,
| He loved the roses best:
He never cared fo1 lilies on fer snow
! WILLIAM WINTER.
| If woman seeks for power, then she must Yield
| The very essence of her being up,
Bow her full heart. throw OF its golden shield
- And drain it's hottest life to ill the cup.
| That, like brininling goblet, red with wine
! She layishes upon the worlds broad shrine.
| Upon the tattered rim men grave her name.
Fling down the empty cup. and this is fame!
| ANN 5. STEPHENS,
Isee cause but plcn may pick their teeth
| Though Brutus with q sword did kill hinS elf.
| JOHN GILBERT.
By the Notes nc do we know where the sunbeam i.
| the brook:
! Past rustic of leaves press into the stilln s.
| Through darkness and void to the Ileiatls We,
| . look:
! One bird-note at dawn with the night -silence
Begins all the mornings magnificent chorus
MARY Ma PES DODGE.
La critiune est aisee,
! ?1ais Tart est difncele.
CHRISTINE NILSSON
One leaf will take.
SAMUEL ADAMS DRAKE
FROM wells where truth In secret lay,
He saw the midnight stars by day.
%. marvellous eift!" the many cried:
20, cruel gift!" his voice replied.
The stars were far, aud cold and high
That glinlmered in the MONDAY sky;
He yearned toward the sun in vain
That warmed the lives OF other men.
w. y. HowELLs.
Love is q day, sweetheart, shining and bright;
1t hath it's rose dawn ere the morning light;
It's glow and glory of the sudden sun;
It's noontide heat as swift the hours wear on; :,
It's fal, of dew, and silyer-lighted night
Love is a. day, sweetheart, shining and bright
Love. is life, sweetheart, ending in death.
Is it worth while to mourn it's fieeting breath?
! Light footed youth, or sad, forecasting prime,
JOY of young Hope OF grief Of later timer
What pain or pleasure stays its parting breath?
Love is a life, sweetheart; ending in death. ri
.,,'' LOUISE CHANIiLER MoULToN. +
The failures of men are the opportunities d
women. JENNIE CUNNINGHAM CRorY. Z
Taken all together it strikes me that these
sentiments are by no means commonplace.
They are mostly brilliant and artistic, and
wish owned the album s=>,+, Er.-, 49,,
F.: PLAYS AND PIAY-AcToRs.
Commenting on my last weeks letter
about Fanny Davenport and her folks" 3
gentleman writes me: - ss.#:.s n
Fanny is just past thirty eight years old. She
made her debut at the Giabe theater, Boston,
twenty lone years ago last summer. Our resi-
denee adj oined that of MIR Davenport in old
Rexbury, and when Fanny was getting ready
gesticulating in the summer house and
Screaming False GiareneeF Mamma, come.
hero qnickl, hesaalg out heres a crazy lunatic
Storm Beaten, tho north pole piece, still
| runs like wildfre, with the standing room
Shook is going to stop it in its blooming ca
reer and put On BartIey Campbell S new play
"a False Step The action of the comedy takes
place chiefly la France and Italy, tn ngn the.
characters are mainly Americans a play
with Charles Goghlan Ia 1T. supported by
Ellie Elisler,s Mau1es HaIsisoH,IE Eleanor Carey
Mrs. Phil Hips, StoddaTt and .parseIle ovght
to succeed whether IL is good for any thing or
not.
stetson, who found Coghlan q baauttiiff ii
but useless white elephant ct the Fifth Ave