The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1886-02-24
ABOl' BEN AD1IEM.

The Young OratOr-MaStcr DAVID Henry.
There's always Room at the Top-Master
Perrin QuarlcS.
ABor BEN AD1IEM.
Master Edwin Parker next followed with
this:
Abou Ben Adhcn (1nay his tribe increase y
AwOke one night from a deep dream OF peace,
And saw within the moonlight IN MS, ms rooH'
Making it rich and like lily in bloom,
An angel writing in book OF gold;
Exceeding peace mad made Ben Adhcm bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
What writcst thou?'-Thc vision raised lis
And, with look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, THE names Of those VINO love the
Lord
Replied tie angel -lhou spoke more low,
But cheerly still and said, 'I pray thee, then,
Write NE as one that loves his feliow-men.'
The angel wrote, and vanished The next
1t came again, with great Weakening light
And showed the names whom love OF GOd
And, II IoS Ben Adhem's name led all The rest!
CONGESTION "Think twice, before you
Speak"-Mlss Annie Hemphill.
The CHARGE Of the Light Brisade-1aster
SOMEBODY'S Mother Master Brooks Liv-
ineston.
Ningtone epaw-Mastcr Thomas Parker
The Voice of Spring-Miss May Robertson.
Meddlesome Mattie-MisS Ida Miller.
There's but one pair of Stockings, to mend
to-night-MsS MIME Morrow.
The Pictures Of Memory-Mlss Mamie fer-
rim.
The Graves of the ousehold-Misses Annie
Henry, Florence Henry, Lula Hughes, Ursula
Wasmansky, Ida Hammond and Mabel Tus-
ten.
MARCO BozzARIs.
This piece was said BY Master Gordon
White.
At midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming OF the hour
When Greece, her knee in Suppllance bent,
Should tremble at bis power.
In dreams, through camp ana court ne pore
The trophies of q COnQuerer,
In dreams, his song of TRIUMPH hearu;
Then wore his monlrch's Signet-rlnS:
Then pressed that monarch's throne-a king !:
AS wild his thoughts. and gay OF wing,
AS Eden'S garden bird.
At midnight, in the forest shades,
BozzariS ranged his Suliote band,
True as the steel Of their tried blades,
Heroes in heart and hand.
There had the Persian S thousands stood,
There had the glad earth drunk their blood,
On old Platpas day:
And now there breathed that haunted air,
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With arms to strike. and soul to dare,
AS quick, as far as they.
An hour passed on-the Turk awokc;
That bright dream was his last:
He woke-tO hear his sentrlcS shrek,
"ro arms they come! the Greek the Greek!'
He woke-to die mid flame and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and saber-s;roke,
And death shots falling thick and fast
AS lghtnings from the mountaln-cloud;
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,
Rozzaris cheer his band:
"Strike-till the last armed foe expires;
Strike for your altars and your fires;
Strike-for the green graves of your slrcs;
GOd-and your native land!'
They fought-like brave men, long and well
They piled that ground with Moslcln slain
They conuucred-but RoZZaris fell,
Bleeding at every vein.
His few surviving comrades saw
His smile, when rang their proud hurrah,
And the red field was won
Then saw in death his eyelids close
Calmly, as to a nights repose,
Like flowers at set OF sun.
Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother. when she feels
For the first time her first-born's breath;
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilcncc are broke,
And crowded cities wall its stroke;
Come in conSumptiOn's ghAStly form,
The earthouakeS shock. the ocean storm;
Come when the heart beats high and warm
With banQuet-song, and dance, and wine:
And thou art terrible-the tear,
The groan, the knell. the pail. the bier,
And all we know, or dream, or fear
or agony, are thine.
But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like Il prophets word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.
viz init bo ctn in6
Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Rest thee-there is no prOuder grave
Even in her own proud cline.
We tell thy doom without Il sigh,
For thou art Freedoms, now, and Fame's.
One Of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
The Maniac-NIiss Addie Russell.
Are the Children at Home Miss Fannie
Wilson