Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1885-06-18
"UNITED."

Respectfully dedicated to the Blue and
Gray by Mrs Sarah II. Bolton Of Cleveland,
OhiO.l
o balmy South o land Of flowers,
OF irssaminc and orange bowers,
Before your fragrant gntcs to-day
United thrnng the Blue and Gray.
Two decades since the sod was red
With brothers. blood in conflict shed;
With smiles the land bcholhs to-day
The union of the blue and Gray.
Love makes the vanqulshed victors now,
And writes forever ON the brow
Of Liberty, our queen for ago
One nation nre the Blue and Gray.
No North, no South, no East, no West;
One with the nation ye love best,
One with the flag that shields to-day
The Boys in Blue" the "BOys in Gray"
Write it on history's sacred page.
Unknown before in any age
United foemen strcw to-day
Flowers on the graves OF Blue and Gray.
Blest are tho dead their work is done;
Ours brOadens with each rising sun:
Heaven make us brave and true ms they
Who sleep in pence, the Blue and Gray.
The chap who said u beautiful woman
was n poem, would probably call II Boston
girl spectacular drama. Boston CONNER
cidl Bulletin.
Shcol Is paved with grand Jury reports.
The fact is u thing Is rs good us not done
when II is recommended by II grand jury
Ne,c IN leans Picdyune.
Judgo-How old are you, madam? Wit
ness-l have no personal knowledge of my
age, and hearsay testimony, understand Is
not accepted in this court.-BOsiOn BedtOn.
Don't you think Miss Pink is pretty
girl ?" asked FOgg. mo, I'm sure l don't i
replied Mrs. f., with some asperity. "Why,
my dear" returned FOgg, Il consider her
an ideal beauty" Mrs. EDO you ?
That's because she has no real beauty about
her, / suppose. p Boston Transcript.
1t is stated that plot of ground set out
In black walnut and allowed to remain 20
years will yield larger profit than any
other mode of investment on a farm.
Farmers of GO years and upward, who arr
plodding along without laying II cent up
for n rainy day, should try the black walnut
speculation. NOrriSiOrH HerdM.
81 am sorry your son does not improve In
grammar and spelling. His grammar L.
outrageously bad, :" said nm Illinois teacher
to the father Of one Of his pupils. "Thnt
will never do in tho world, wils tho reply
"You must teach him to llse good gram.
mar, even II you have 10 resort TO harsh
measures. In Illinois man who does moi
know anything about grammar has 10 go tC
the United States Senate. TtrdS Strings
1t was at ball and the subject under dis
cussion was vanity. A lady maintained
that men were also given somewhat Il
vanity. "Hhe men are 10 times more vail
than the ladies'" shp remarked ''That',
subject changed, and II few minutes latrl
the lady remarked: ''Thc handsumrst mnI
In tho room has u spot ON his white vest ),
whrrrupUn every gentleman within hGarini
glanced down with Il scared expression o
cOnntnnance ut his white vest - ,rd
SiftiHgs.
Little Erncst,a small boy recently enamel
pateh from kills, walked into the nurspri
one morning, and was quite Disguised upOi
llnding that II had not been put in order 70
the day ono Of the rules Of ihn hOus
being that no plnythings should be- brOugh
| ont until the sweeping was done. IiG lrf
| the room for Il short time, and finding mat
tiers uo better on his return, exclaimed i'm
patiently "Wcll, hasn't this room boci
swecpcl ynt?' "Why, Ernest" said hi
mother, do You think that Is good gram
marW ooh, well, them" said he, "hIs
been swopcm p 81. Nicholas.
"a would-be poet" writes: "Brlieyinl
| that POSSESS n faculty for rhyming, mi
ambitious to be II poet As have heard
| great deal about the poetic license, an
anxious to know whether or not II il necrs
| slry for me to take ont one of thes
licenses, and If it Is, where shall apply 70
| one Z" The prOpe' person to whom 4
| apply for poetic license, II seems to us, |
Walt Whitman. At all events he uses tn
| poetic license himself frequently and witt
| remarkable success, being able, through IL
aid, to make "Afghanistan" rhyme witt
green cucumber. ~ Boston Courier.
| THE BOLD WESTERN POET.
am bold Western poet, Just hear my bacon
| A rip-roaring rhymer from kalamazoo;
| sling all the slang from Oshkosh to YazOO;
| I'm corker and don't You forget it,
/ sing of FL Mahdl and rebel half-breeds;
| paint the town red with praise Of their deeds
With the blood of their victims write all m
screeds;
| It's none of your biz how get it.
| My pm was blizzard, my ma a cyclone;
| stone.
/ grew upa Piute, bowling Shoshone;
I'm q screamer, pigeon-toed daisy
My thoughts are so hot that they sizz in m
/ dine upon dynamite, scrambled or plain;
/ And breakers Of whiskey and powder drain,
Till tenderfeet think am crazy.
But I'm not, 1t is simply my nature to shout,
I'm hummer, a Sioux, and my ma knows IT
I'm a bold Western poet, Of that there's n
| doubt.
Though my metaphors are somewhat haz