Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-03-11

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IariV such papers as the SUNDAY Referee,
,Inde p the name OF "DagOnet." "'Ostler
Joe,, is the story OF a village beauty, who
ran away from her husband and became
The Cora Pearl of London, finally dying an
eutcast wretch. but found on her DEATH
bed by her faithful Joe, forgiven, and dy-
ing in his arms.
The speaker began in the dead silence
Of rapturous admiration, but before she
had spoken twenty words, terrific
change came over the assembly. The
men hung their heads, buttOned and I'M
buttoned their gloves, and looked sheep
Ssh, the matrons swelled up like mad tur-
key-cOcks, the half naked young women
put their fans before their eyes and
peeped through the sticks to see II the
other women and men were noting how
modest they were. The poem published
several months ago in the PicdyuRe, is as
follows:
'OsTLER JOE.
stood at eve, as the sun went down, By q
grave where q woman lies,
Who lured mems souls TO the shores Of sin
with the light OF her wantOn eyes.
Who sang the song that the siren sang on the
treacheroue Lu lev height,
Whose face was as fair as a summer day and
whose heart was as black as night.
Tet blossom fain would pluck to-day from
the garden above her dust;
Not the dangerous lily Of s0ulless sin nor the
blood red ros Of lust;
Buta sweet white blossom OF holy love that
grew in the one green spot
In the arid desert Of Phyrne's life, where all
was psrched and hot.
IN the summer, when the meadows were
aglow with blue and red
Joe the 'Ostler Of the Maybe, and fair Annie
SIN th were wed.
Plump was Annie, plump and pretty, with a
cheeL as white a. snow.
He was anything but handsome, was the Mag
pies 'ostler. Joe.
But he won the .winsome lassio. They'd a
And her mstronhood sat lightly on the village
beauty's brow.
Sped the months and came baby-such
blueeye1 baby boyl
Joe was working in the stables when they told
him OF his JOY.
he was rubbing down the horses and he gave
them then and there
All special feed OF clover just in honor of the
heir;
1t had been his great ambition, and he told
the horses 50,
That the fates would send baby who might
bear the name Of Joe.
Little Joe the child was christened, and, like
He'd his mothers eyes Of azure and his faith
er's honest face.
blue and cloudless sky;
Love was lord Of that small cottage, and the
tempests passed them by.
Passed them by for years, then swiftly burst
in fury Ger their home;
Down the lane by Annie's cottage chanced q
gentleman to roam;
Thrice he came and saw her sitting by the
window with her child.
And he nodded to the baby, and the baby
laughed and smiled,
So at last it grew to know him-little Joe was
nearly four;
He would cali the ''pretty. gemplun." as he
passed the open door,
And one dag he ran and caught him, and in
ekild's play pulledhim in,
Anc che bahy Joe had prayed for brought
about the mothers sin,
twas the same old wretched story that for
ages bards have sung;
twas woman weak and wanton and VIII
lAinis tempting tongue;
Twas picture deity painted for silly
creatures eyes
OF the Babylonisn wonders and the joy that
In them lies.
Annie listened and was tempted; abe was
tempted and she fell.
As the angels fell from Heaven to the black
est depths of hell.
She was promised wealth and splendor and
life OF guilty sloth,
Yellow gold for child and husband=and the
woman left them both.
Home one eve came Joe the 'ostler with q
CHEEKY cry Of "Wifem
binding that which blurred forever all the
story OF his life,
She had LEFT sllly letter-through the cruel
scrAwl he spelt,
Then be sought the lonely bedroom, Joined bis
horny hands and knelt.
rEow, o Lord. o God, forgive her for che
Amt 10 blame :" he cried,
sfor owt 3 seen her trouble, and a gone
away and diet.
Why, a vench ike her-God bless herr
'twa'n't likely as herd rest
With shat bonny head forever on q 'ostler's
ragged vest.
at was Kind o her to bear me all this long
30 for nv sake please to bless her. though you
count her deed 3 crime;
u 90 b don't pray proper, Lord forgive me,
lean talk 81 right 70 'Osses, but I'm nervous
Ike with Thee"
"eer a line came e the cottage from the
Joe, the baby, died that winter, and the man
Meier ; bitter word he uttered, but in silence
Saving What he told his horses; saving what
ne told his God.
Far away IN mighty London rose the woman
into fame,
FOR her beauty won mems homage, and she
prOspered 10 her shame;
Quick from Lord o Lord she fitted HIGHER
etili each prize she won.
And her rivals paled beside her az the stars
beside the sun.
Next she made the stage her market. and sho
dragged Arts temple down
To the eyel OF showplace for the outcasts
Of the town,
And The Ms. es she had given TO poor 'ostler
Joe for naught
with their gold and costly Jewels. rich and
titled lovers bought.
Went the years with flying footsteps, while
her star was a. its height,
Then the darkne came on swiftly, and Tia
cleaning turned 90 night,
Shattered strength and faded beauty tore the
laurele from her brow:
OF the thousands who had worshiped never
one came near her now.
Broken down in health and fortune, men for
got her very name,
TIL the news that she was dying woke Ia,
echoes Of her fame;
And the papora 10 their gossip mentioned how
an sac ress" lay,
weaker every day.
One there was who read the story in a far-of
country place.
And that niEht Che dying woman woke and
looked upon bis face.