The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1888-04-11

: 81 do not know the day when shall die"
Right, Edward, my boy, correct you are.
Always stick To the truth. and YOU NAV
never be great poet, but your word can
be believed and depended on. in which
respect you will lay the great poets in the
tan-bark without struggle You do not
know the day when YOU will die, but the
gentleman who presides over the paper TO
which you send the poem does! Oh, yes,
Edward, he does! He has prophesied the
day when YOU will want to die, and it will
be on the bright April morn when you
walk sadly down the cyrie steps six at a
time, with your poem strapped to your
quivering back with cowhide slipper, no.
81, ID last, four-ply and half tanned.
MADDESING AcQUIEscENCE.
'Try to avoid debating with people"
says Mr.. Sturgeon. Right. Charles, right.
Nothing in all this irritating old world will
make the other man lose his head so COM
pletely and get him so bowling mad as for
you to keep perfectly quiet just when you
know he is getting the better of you, and
look at him with an eXasperating smile OF
conscious superiority and pity. But you
must look out that he doesn't brain you
with 4 table-leg.
IN TIE HAPPY HOURS or CHILDHOOD.
See the youg man. He is not quite as
tall as his younger sister; but then he is
much simmer His cheeks are ruddy as
ripening peaches, but they are not quite
so downy. lie is raising a muStache.
When he gets two more hairs sprouted on
the right side and one more on the left he
will have three altogether. He has been
nearly five weeks out of school. and If he
lives and keeps his health he will be nine
teen years old three years from now. is
he an editor? Oh, no. He is the man
who writes all the funny jokes about mar
ried men, and how they talk at night in
their dreams, and what a trial and eX
pense large family OF grown-up daugh
tiers is, and how many large bills mar
ried man has to pay, and how he is always
bald, and stays at the club every night,
and always comes home drunk, and plays
poker. and goes to theaters with strange
ladies, and lodges his creditors. Does that
very young man write all those funny
things? les, dear. 1t is because he Is so
very Young that he writes them. Will he
know more as he grows older? Perhaps;
if he should live to be a couple OF thous-
and years he might know little more.
Is the young man fresh? Is he Well,
now! Why. if he should wade through
the ocean. dear, the blue waters of the
loud-sounding sea could forever after be
used for drinking purposes.
TIE RIVER AND TIE BROOK.
The shadows murmur, but the deeps
are dumb. And do you know, to put a
new Interpretation on an old bit OF wis
dom, that is why we love the shadows.
We stroll beside the broad, deep, voice
less river. There is no song in all the
silent stream. Its bosom bears the fleets
of commerce; shallop and steamer and
raft drift down its silent current to the
sea. BY dock and slip and bending willow
sweep its noiseless waters. But when we
reach the winding brook, singing over
the white, shining pebbles, murmuring
around the mossy rocks, whispering
through the swaying reeds, we sit down
and listen, and the music and the charm
of its incessant babble drive away every
care and every thought OF sorrow and
trouble. Who is it that said the music OF
running waters produces in us a mild in
sanity, or something like that2 True it
is, "the shadows murmur, but the deeps
are dumb" and so We love the shadows.
Yes. my son, yes. That perhaps is the
reason why so many people love you. BY
and by YOU will be older-you will become
deep. Then we will hate you. Oh, it is
so true, so true!
THE COMING BATHING SUIT.
What win be the stylish bathing suit
this season? Why, you ought to know !;
yeuys .-aGad town moro than J arl.