Los Angeles daily herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1884-1890, 1885-12-18

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in ancient mythology and religion,
should receive Inspiration for his great.
est poems from, and that, with a fe too
busy for sweet reflection, his simple
poems should be intensely objective.
All book lovers are familiar with the
characteristic way in which these three
handled their books, and have perhaps
contrasted Southey' s handsomely bound,
clean cut, dust free volumes with their
own, or have been thankful that Words
worth. that bear among books, could
reach any Of their treasures.
Or they may have felt that their books
would have been increased in value q
thousand fold II Coleridge could have
borrowed and read them.
The vagaries Of genius in the hum
drum matter OF self support lind strik.
ing exemplification in Coleridge, weak and
vacillating, leaving his family to the
tender care Of Southey, the earnest,
steadfast worker.
| When we turn from him to Words
worth we ask. Did Wordsworth lead a
charmed life, never to feel the need Of
exertion, and ever as new necessity for
wealth arose 10 find his wants supplied
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If II be true that great minds concen-
trate the best of all learning. art and
beauty, only to return it in a brighter.
steadier stream Of light and happiness.
how greatly is the world indebted TO
Wordsworth, Coleridge and Southey, the
lake poets.
FAsoIKs-BY MISS JESSIE GILL.
| I stood by the CHEEKY hearthstone-
The Goals were all agiow
With thousand rosy landscapes,
Twouid gladden. the heart to know.
There were many quaint. old pictures
OF castles, with Ivy o'ergrown;
On that glowing, fiery canYas
How clearly, distinctly they shone
! wandered through those desert,d halls,
Once hung with armour bright
gathered moss from the ruined walls,
That had sheltered the boldest knight.
Can that drawbridge, which dropped with
surly clang,
When the sound OF some hoof thro' the
archway rang,
Have never q use, save TO God alone,
Who counteth his sparrows, and fndsthem
homer
Whose walls are now crumbling In dust
away,
Be the same that once stood so proud and
In the days when chIvalry ruled the isndf
The embers smouldered in ashes,
Ny castle grew distant and dim
| saw still another picture,
Not bright. as the first had been.
| Twas a deep aud shadowy forest,
| With many q winding path
And high, arched domes that re-echoed
merry, childish laugh.
Then fancied heard murmur
| OF life all around me there;
| The whirr of the skimming swallows,
That wheeled through the quiet air.
| Heard the hum OF bees 'mong the daisies,
| And shy little yiolets blue,
That grew, half hid by the tangled grass,
through.
'Twast the hsppiest. rIppling music.
Like laughter from Fairy Land;
| IL must have been waited to me
By wood nymph's mystic wand,
Eagerly, closely ! listened
| To each sweet cadence low.
And as listened, fell dreaming
OF childhood, and Long Ago.
Gay troops of the brightest fancies
Went fitting through my brain
I
Had wakened Memory's train.
In the forest / wandered idly,
child again, joyous and flee.
When each season. in turn a harvest
| OF happiness came to me-
But pussy, the sly little rascal,
| On my shoulder just then took seat,
And caressingly purred, to remind me
Twas time should wake from my sleep.
started-the storm howled fercely,
The room was cold and dark.
/ OF the fire that had burned so rosy
There remained but single spark
hut after little coaxing
| 1t blazed up brightly once more,
And the flames laughed back at the shadows
More gayly than ever before.
And so my reverie ended,
| My castle vanished in smoke:
! In that forest no silvery laughter
| The somber silence broke.
But couldn't help thinking how radiant
Had all my fancies been,
For those castle walls so oiden
| Had bounded q dungeon grim.
Though the embers had brightly pictured
Ny merry childhood home;
/ Still, In the path OF that happy life
Must not some nettles have grown
With the lapse of years I'D forgotten
| Their sting, SO piercing and keen,
And In that rudy freight
| They lent charm to the scene.
And thus as we dream of our school life,
Perchance, In years to come,
The eInbers will picture its pathway
With sweetest flowers strewn.
The clouds will darken the background:
| The shadows that we've passed through
| Will but soften the dazzling sunshine,
| That sparkles In the dew.
MISS LRosoRA HAssLEs
Bead an essay on Thoreau's Experiment. "
She took the ground that il men would
live simpler and not strive so much after
luxury the race would be benefited men.
tally. morally and physically. The
young lady read her essay in clear and
sweet voice, and gave evidence that in
future years she will train her pupils up
inthe way they should go. Miss Hass-
Ter wore gray dress trimmed with blue
silk ribbons.
Miss Lizzie Heine here played charm.
ing solo ON the violin which was heartily
encored. The young lady appeared
and bowed but refused to play again.
HENRY FISK.
This young gentleman delivered an
GRAFTON on Character in Politics." He
was rather severe on politicians OF the
present day and a synopsis Of his ad.
dress is not given for fear his structures
might be read in Washington City and
cause great modification to the Senators
and Representatives who are now figur-
ing in American politics. Henry should
not be so severe. It Ia a bad idea to
wound the feelings of statesmen. This
young gentleman also paid his respects
to the foreign element and stated that
the United States was in danger from
the great number of foreigners now in.
vading our shores. Henry is callow
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