Bismarck weekly tribune., 1889-11-29

eal l Homer ao ,. Spragpe Of Grand Forks.
oni MI. aiiLaRner q, is neld the reins last evening
ana ne let her 90 with q Venge
FOUND ON THE FIELD. z
naFei Tor Sale: speech Of acceptance Of the
p etc with historical quotations and ending
IN brilliant peroration. Call early and
AVOID the rush. M. Nj.
THE chiefs in council.l IS
caseyus' How now, fair Walshius, how goes the
war? An
Walshias: Most glorious news! Most Welcome
| war! 7T5.
OF all the battles of our fierce campaign
None canst compare with that which on this
night - d a "a - -
Di1st strew the field with corpses all john
sonian. q ~
At first twas fruit'ess work, but thrice We
charged . ,s ,'.77 "
And with our third grand avalanche Of raee
we leaped the brea>tworks and with mighty
stroke '5G1's
Didst fell the Norsemen till their wavering ranks
Like frightened babes didst make inRlorious
flight. On.
And as they fed, Johnsonius the proud
Dlast froltlsss efforts make to give them cheer.
But all was vain, and with his broken sword
He stood, pale, trembling and alone,
bafaed chief, an autocrat orestfallen,
While through his whiskers the chill blasts didst
blow.
ssidel All, by great Jupiter how sweet twould be.
II now the scattered hosts wouldst come to me.
case1us; Oh, heavens smile on this auspicious
lAside] Now for the strength, the vigor and the
| power M.
To win the glory of the golden honr.
Macunberius: Ae thou dost say, good Walshius.
'tis welcome war.
ana we do all rejoice DER victory won.
LAsldeJ And yet, methinks I see about me now
The men who kesp the laurel from M brow.
AAenias; Pacing the hoor.] All yes, M noble
sires. twas work we'll done
And we do fill the air wit, wealth Of ioy.
lAslde] Yea. 60 we do, but in the very eyes
OF men who grasp M hand in greatest elee.
see ambitions spark and then know
That they wouldst cheat me of the trophy rare. L
Lanourius: Toying with seal ping knife]: One
battles won-another now begins.
That l shouldst stride defsntly within
The senatorial walls, no honest man denies,
One aspirant is gone-a hundred take his place.
They all speak smoothly and do give me hope.
But something whispers from the vasty deep
And tells me that Lamourius must fight If he
Wouldst gain his own and fame's h,eh eummit
reach.
There sits shy Caseyus-a winsome, likely man
To whom the people do at once incline.
And yonder is good Walshius, who with q rogueish
eye
Doth watch the rapid shiftings Of the scenes. +.
Ordwayicus doth loom above the surging crowd,
And now Allenius doth spring into the field.
Nor would take m gaze from ely Plummerius,
About whose face Beecherian, now flushed with
hope a.
The lambent lustre of his eyes doth play.
lAloud.] Come, noble chiefs. let's HE us to the
fount
Where inspiration to the lips doth flow,
That we mayst find such ecstacy complete.
As only hosts victorious canst know.
[Exeunt all with razors in boots.l
il SINCE YoNsoN QUIT.
Ole's smiles are lusereless. for hidden sorrows
i lie
Within his manly Christiania breast;
His days have lost their sunshine there's mourn.
ing on the sky.
His nights no more bring happiness OF rest.
There's sadness in the songs he sings, there.
pathos in his glee-
A cemetery flavor to his wit;
His heart goes throbbing homeward-he fair
would cross the sea-
For Joy has flown since
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