The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1884-09-13
THE HERO OF THE TOWER.


And that which soepoad l,,,+ now q fold of toll
Witb weeds If tnSbnionce e1,d tr;clIy aread
ElaSb a5 49,, o VI Llr -; f,Ii e ii,,,,.s
ReoIfy biebsed deena now TIE risino sim
Cf ro,;yoIt,, 49,, - ,iF,os 70 ~ Shi,,a. 7
wealth c5Sst rs nets Of tinsai and Of cold
No atcb tb tii,l, ana isio57,, n,erood
Itself INTO Tho teT6s C'f an address ~
Which the old Mavor SAT mn nights to learn
No maiden tlmtfnrod tbrnmgh thn narrow
streets
That norderad NOT what ,i,bops sba should
Ivo,,r.
No window on tho lono nrocession's routa
Rnt had its tenants IoTy nn,Taond ahead
put tho old soxton Of q Tose,,l,'s Cburcb
Moned dnIl and suIl1y throuph the smiling
h,o crowd f,IIni, t,,, o,.,.,, n,oos,,,.o-,ono
5aw w. uPOti uno 1i.y . @ P s s +t
" .r !, 0 WINS Wv" 'NN' "0' " WV
acvo,, ~, have I,oo,, +to VOW, ,,c,,,ooet HOY,
Of ali thn o Ia o tb,t he cit
M oii ny etiS V Sii - w ~ ti,'"'
And roIod n ai1 dSt bnUaatb ~, o,, tdnoiic
"hat rheumatism mas turned lhat temper
.el l",iie' , -, 800. ..,...,.., ,,,,.,,,,,
SPo@ -, - anu N ''N' "'
JUS
The old man slowly walked until he came
INTO the marlet-Dlace then fepblv stonupd
AS if to talk; and "A crowd gathered soon
AS men will when a man has things to say.
more.
4 Il. j. n.
St JOspph's would have Jared in bIt for me-
And though my friend the priest may smile
at this,
And wink at Won an unbalievinp pvp
NV office shines in Heaven as well ~ his
Although it was not mine to make the church
Cody, / kept it clean, and that stands next.
If have broke one circle of NV snhprp.
Let some one With straight fing my trace it out.
"And no procession in these fifty wears
Has marched the streets with aught like
kinvlY tread
But on the summit of St. Joseph's spire
I stood erect and waved a ,UoIdCno.tIo0
With scanty resting-piace beneath nv feet.
And the wild hreeZes clutching AT nv heard.
1t took some nerve 10 stand so near TO heaven
And fling abroad its colors. Try il. priest.
Is choked in cold white ashes; and nv nerves
aTrpmblr in every zpnhyr like tho leaves
What can | doY- the tiao must NOT he missed
From the cath trails summit. Pyeno son,
Or he should mr. the banner or NV rursn
/ have dau. fer: she Shall wave Tie iiag!
Ten suitors has she; and the valiant one,
Who, strong Of heart and will, can climb that
perch,
And do what | so many times have done.
SHAH take her hand rom mine ' AT his descent
Speak up. Vienna lads, and recOlIect
How much of lOyciiness faint heart e'eryon. -
Then tbprp was plampr il, tho coIloyv brnoS+S
of the Vienna Youth: tor she was far
Many a youngster's eve cijmbnd fiIrtiveIy
Where tue trail spire-tip trembled in the
breeze
But none spoke up til Gabriel Petershcim.
Whose ear this proclamation straHue had
reached,
Game rushing through the crowd, and boldly
said:
81 am your daughters suitOr and the one
She truly loves; but scarce can .,ain a smile
ITY,tI ! ,t-ir, h.. T,vl.T,
And YOU, old man, have frOWncd on me and
said
And had not manhood worthy of her hand.
Mark me tomorrow as | mount yon spire,
And mention when bring the flag to Won
Whether twas ever waved more gloriously"
AND thus the Old man answered: Climb
your way;
AND II senselul breeze should push you off,
Anu break that raw ana somewhat worthless
neck,
anu w" 0H''' nave INC gin IL YOU ouccecu'
Iliob or, tho did ri. ,i,,,o,1,, ,,e,+ ,lo-,
w. a ~ 10 'io sii.{ p''ia'le ~, iient uay
Marched fr9n the vnStn' ' 1,,t thns o,
igi, oiN ''0 "0''o'h s"'''' 'n'O '"l"J
a d69C re cmuleh Anu 'nougn young
w. 49, ', ~ > ~ W, .
W. Mere Weah weak, ne. by fatigue ana want OF tooq
cI," NV P00P'0 ''iN INC iiioi' I'll .
And NysL,ol q, door,,,. +I,,i,l % loco .t,,,t
ona win VI -''~ '"e"
Who tir,ol I,o, s,,.oo+ fo,t c4o,, 49,, 60 H.,
And whnse tTa heorf steoJ VIII b ~ l"
anu "no9C u uo h0''l sI0ou Win hlll Oh inc
'o"eI'
Now. when the kindly nogoont an had
r1o passed. sS 4,o aoo ,, ..,.,. ..,,
ne iolded up me nag ana Wlth proud smiles
But the sIhali trap-door through which he mad
~, ,cTCp0
VIZ ~ 9o'ie NV a. : NUM- pGei parreu anu ne
WIN puI nahu-DIeadIn space where he
-,,,,. ing, l1ignt eng
vas lelU alohc " llNc uhere' OF u ule'
c., .,
~ Guessing tne truth OF shadow OF the truth,
lie slhlle4 al hrst, ana SAD: wen, let them
rr,,oi toiGe ..,.,-,
Inelr jealousy by sucn paltry trick!
I They laugh an an hour; my laugh viii longer be !
Ihelr JOKE Will soon be dead andI released
B bd an noqr, ana Two others, slowly came,
sport; -,-,.,-,
1t 10 slieht slghal Whlch means Death!
He shouted, but no answer came to him,
Not even an echo, on that lofty perch.
He waved his hands in mute entreaty, but
The darkness crept between him and his
friends.
A half-hour seemed an age, and still he
clung.
He looked down at the myriad city lights,
Twinkling bike stars upon lowier sky,
In winch full many love, and one oer-well,
Or should not be feebly clinging here
is there not mOngst those thousands one
KIND heart
TO help meE or must | come back to you
crashing my way through grim, untimely