Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1886-04-10

Aud that's to Keep Thy Lent
Now, by contrast, here is q modern Len
ten lyric
Across the narrow chapel aisle
The yellow CLEANS OF sunlight smile,
Through checkered windows stealing white
She hsps responses
Like truant school'boys AT their play,
These struggling messengers OF day
peride the pale, reflected ray
From silver sconcC7.
Bowed in an attitude OF PRAYER, ~
Her mellow voice floats through the air
see her kneel devoutly there.
With fearful lHshcs
Asleep upon the rounded cheeks,
Whose gentle glow in sunny streakS
OF his mild Leuten day bespeaks
sackcloth ana ashes
read a romance in the eyes
The tell. tale tear she vanity tries
To lips that falter;
Ana somehow to my heart there springs
sudden crowd of questionings
Which seem part answered as she sings
The holy psalter.
oh happy torture would were
Beside you, gentle worshipper,
" hose soft eyes shine behind the blur
Of baptism;
feel my own eyes moisten, too,
And while 1 watch and worship you
And think how hopeless love looks through
This fearful prism.
You need only read the annual reports OF
Mrs Hutter and the Reverend Chaplain
Sayers, to perceive that they are not the
kind of people to make inspection Of the
soldiers orphans schools, nor of anything
else about which inspection is expected to
inspect Ther'sis simply the Gospel of Gush.
This good woman, instead of telling what
she has done and seen, and what are the
ways and wants of these schools, rhapsodizes
through a good many lines OF this sort of
thing
-.
cemetery at gettysburg, Of which the mem
bers of the Grand Army of the Republic are
so Justly proud, tells me Beside the lofty
national monument, in the cemetery, cannon
are placed, and in the very mouths Of these
guns the little birds have built their nests.
No longer these great guns belch forth fire,
smoke and death, but now they serve as the
peaceful home OF the sweet songsterS that
| hll the beautiful heritage and trees which
mark the growth of twenty years of peace, on
| the very spot where the thickest of the con
| tict ragged and so many brave men died.
| "On Fanes eternal camping ground
| Their silent tents are spread,
| And Glory guards with solemn round
| The bivouac of the dead
There seems to me to be a wonderful re-
| semblance between the nests of these de-
fenseless little birds, built in the cannon at
Gettysburg and the larger nests-homes-
| for the children of the brave men who
| fought, bled and died for this land of free
| dom, etc.
| /" In the words of the immortal Lincoln, on
| that sacred spot where the great national
| monument now stands, etc.
" Could the departed heroes look up from
| their silent resting places and behold their
| precious offspring thus cared tor by the dear
| old common wealth for whose very existence
| they so freely poured out their life's blood,
| etc.
| " Ii trouble had come in Central America,
| as was so recently feared, the sons Ofthe sires
who, twenty years ago, stood 10y ten. Grant
| at AppomattOX Court House, would rush to
the rescue, for the honor of the dear old flag,
and maintain the glory of the American ma
ton, etc.
"The men who. twenty years ago, stood
beside General Grant at ApPomatox, have
| been as true to duty and each beloved com
| rade and comrades child during these years
| OF peace as they were brave in war. The
noblest work of the Grand Army of the Re-
public etc.
" Peace and plenty sit side by side, while
| liberty and victory point heavenward and
toward the mountains of God, where rest the
brave in an eternal glory, etc"
Sayers is not much better Away he goes,
| soaring skywsrd
"The Grand Army will also have done its
work, the last comrade will have been mus
tered out by death, the muster roll will have
moldered into dust, while rank and tile will
| sleep forever upon
Deaths eternal camping ground
But living men and living hopes, as new
generations shalt come upon the stage OF ac-
ton, Will Outlines stop 10 look back in adj
miration of the enlightC ned citizenship
which came OF these schools while parents
will point their children to the unexampled
patriotism OF the Grand Army, and say, Be-
hold the loyalty which in war offered its life
for freedom and in peace its influence and
treasure for the support of the orphans of its
fallen comrades. OF all these things the
written history may perish a. the ages roll
by, but that which they have so well done
Will be engraved upon mems hearts, and in
still into their lives, aud demonstrated In
their actions, and will live on forever IN
blessing and honor to the race "
What would a business man think of
messenger sent out on business errand who
would report such slipperty-slop as this
Bounce 'em
In the new " Experience Meeting" de-
partment of LiPpineotrs Nagazine,-a
greatly improved publication, by the way
In which Edward Fawcett makes an ass of
himself, and Julian Hawthorne tells some
interesting things Of his own experience
Joel Chandler Harris--the 4" Uncle Remus -
OF negro folk lore-dispels some current
newspaper illusions and at the same time
tells how they come about 1t seems that
Eugene Field, a humorist of the Chicago
press amuses himself with starting the peri
odical newspaper lies about Harris. One of
these IL that the latter was born in Africa, of
missionary parents another that he has hair
Of snowy white as the result OF an alleged
strangely romantic career the last is the story
of" Uncle Remus' approaching marriage
which would be rank bigamy IN Mr.. Harris
another canard is that he is profound
scholar, versed in the Sanskrit and all other
deep and dark languages. With a plain,
modest tale the author sets them all down
lie is a native OF Georgia born there Dec
8, lSiS, In the humblest circumstances his
mother read "The Vicar Of Wakefield " to
him and that gave him desire to write he
became an apprentice printer in real coun.
try Office where the partridge built her nest
under the window, the cal. squirrels irolicked
on the roof and the grey fox ranged the or
chard path. The paper was published on a
plantation there Harris learned the stories,
songs and myths that have given body 10
"uncle Remus." He says he is not a liter
AIRY man, only journalist and he knows
nothing OF literary art SISDBAD.