The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1885-12-15

All the pleasure VIII WHICH tndt iAA1c
was rfe-
Looms up in his eye, and darkens his
life.
BE thinks of the dreamy Nanon waltz
tune
That the band played-over all toosoon
And pleads for again as priceless
boon."
He thinks q the train of little maids
With their leads against the cushions
ITO sho%65 sir eyelashes' lOvel7 shade)
With 81" and headache" the pre-
- made;
OstbS Efgh that swelled to a thumb
RDus tone
W9aglark leIl into bis big trombone.
EyTr; trifle that marked those hours
In bis onely ride, remembrance sour
And tufns to gall that poisons thought,
And darker makes his unhappy lot. =
But the weary distance his noble
steed
Lessons the while with steady speed,
Stations and settlements rise in view
And vanish quickly as morning dew. y
Like meteor swift from their welcome
sight
Whirl man and beast in their onward
flight.
And now from his vision the day
light fades,
And over the landscape the sullen
shades
OF darkness gather. and in his heart
Dread and doubt bear equal part,
As he thinks of the roads IN their hor-
rible state
The performance advertised ION" at
eight
And the consequence OF bis being too
late.
Darkness and mud around him lay
and LOGAN tlcenty-fUe miles aacdy.)
A weary distance fieetly passed
And the tired steed shows signs at las I
Though he battled bravely hour by
hour
Of a weakened viii and an ebbing
power.
Persuasive the tone (stin more the
goad)
Distracted by urging him over the road
But it's evident now il the distance Is
made
It mast ssrebg be some h0ssrs deL6ged
Past the time he ought to answer his Gaze, >
And he plainly sees there is nothing TO
do
But grasp the first chance that fate
shall send,
For fresh, feet steed for his journey s
end.
While fresh in his mind these
thoughts still TEEN
The welcome lights Of village CLEAN
Through the murky air-and turning
his face
Towards the nearest lights, he states
the case
To the farmer who answers his heavy
knock,
And a bargain Is made-when with
endless talk
The good man deplores his want of
thought
In giving a stranger his "pick O. the lot
'Thout knoWin' III see We again-or
not"
The Emperor wildly looks at his watch
If that distance is made" it will be
by a scratch.
"Half past eight" tells the time O. the
day
And Logan eighteen miles away"
With a nimble leap he gains the
back
Of the erumbling good mans fresh
prize hack,
And dashing his spurs in the horses
TANKS,
Without taxing time to express his
thanks
For the threats and curses borne to his
He leaves in the distance the man TO
his fears.
Impressed by his riders spurs of
his need,
The new horse uses his utmost speed.
On through the darkness, mud and clay,
And Logan only eight miles away.
But in a time, however fast,
The longest Of all those miles were the
last.
But Just as theEmperor' rested strength
And hope are ebbing, he sees at length
From gentle hillside leading down
The welcome lights of Logan town.
A thrill of delight his bosom stirs
And urging his Steed with eager spurs
He dasheS on, and a moment more
The Emperor s weary ride Is o 'er.
As with ardent haste from his seat ke
bounds
Through the doors of the Opera House
the sounds
OF strains from Nikad0's familiar score
Meet his ears and thrill him o erando 'er,
For they bear to him the wished for
news
That the opera is not ION" with his
cues"
There's shadow OF CHARGE if in action
feet
To respond to Lord Ko-ko's "Mikado
and suite"
With bound he has cleared the dark,
steep stair
That leads to the back stage entrance,
where
Alert at the sound of the hasty tread,
An anxious group watch the door in
dread
Lest their Oft-aroused hope shall once
again
From Sleep OF despair be awakened in
vain.
But what a loud tumult of greetings
and cheers
Rends the air as the welcome Mikado
appears;
But the managers, forming body guard
Strong,
Rush to rescue the Emperor from the
mad thrOng,
And quick to his dressing room bear