New-York tribune., 1889-12-30
THE TALK or THE DAY.

| dispatch from Kansas City which we printed
! few days ago told Of aged negro woman who hI
lust learned that she free 1t is only too evident
that a good many white people in the South are Sun
aborng under the impression that they possess tia
inalenabIe right to treat the black il he wers
yet slave.
The immigration to this country for the last elev.,
months foot up at 4O7 237 against 495 sol in eleven
VIZ, 90 o57: scotland. 50178; Germany. $500:
Russia except Poland A. 226: Poland, 81 ,6l4; In
land, 27,610.-(B0ston Transcript
"At the End Of His Tether' is how The MOntgom-
cry Advertiser" shakes its CORY scare head" at Cow
ernor Hill. And who is at the other end
David Beasco the sklful author, was having
supper at the Continental Hotel with Manager Frok
man, when suddenly he dropped MS FORK, heaved Z
sigh Of annoyance and murmured;
This pie isn't good II doesn't suit NE me t.on
philadelphia Press.
youthful correspondent OF 80 The Troy Tines no
members that We had very much the sort Of
weather in 1920.
The seventy year-old lady, rising unsteadly when
the car had stopped, helped the ninety yearod LADY
to her feet and the two totered along together 70 the
back platform. But here the conductor relieved IN:
younger lady OF her charge, and helped her Off and
the Listener heard her voice as the car started shouting
sisterly sort of tone: Good.by, dearV
Then the seventy -year-od lady settled herself into
her seat, smiling pretily remarked to lady who
sat next her
but. do you know, Pm very fond of Them '-(Boston
Transcript.
Some things improve with II you keep an
old army musket twenty-five thirty years, IL viii
60 off and kill you instantly.
BY the time Representative learns that the
"mOrning hour comes in the afternoon and can dis
tingnish between joint resolution ana Chlnese ex-
cusion bill, his constituents have his successor nom'
nated.-(WashngtOn star.
WEARE OLD.
His beard it is gray, and his head it IS white
As the Of the dying year;
And slowly he walks in the darkng night
With an aspect solemn and drear-
And his pathway is murky with gathering SHOWS,
And he sighs and he mutters as feeby no goes
Our life shall soon be but a tale that Is told,
For the year and my heart are old"
shrink from the chill of his dying breath.
From the touch Of his dying hand.
like not the cerement he leaves at his death
To be spread all the land.
But. Oh, for the groves where the linnets sung
And the brooklet with ripples gay,
And the breezes when and the summer were young
And the sweet-scented meadows OF May.
Now the groves all dead, and the brooks are ice
cold.
And the fields are fast bound in winters white foNs
And our life will soon be but tale that is told.
For the year and my heart are old
And lonely 60 from the hearts he has chilled,
Since they wished me Happy New Year.
And mourn for the voices once loved, but now sed.
Whose music no more shall hear
For the hand that has chilled them las in its hold
And his breath has struck deep my heart With iu
cold, .>.
And our life will soon be but tale that Is told,
For the year and my heart are old.
Did | say it drearl Did l say it was coldl
Was | sad for the winter and, night
Did grievc that the year and myself are both odt
Did l long for the summer day light!
Through winters dark cloud breaks tremuous stae
1t beams my pathway d light from afar
With promise and cheer from above,
And it tells that lies not tale that is told,
For no winter breathe the heart with its cod,'
on the heart all athrob with His love.
J. B. B.
When cremation comes to be the fashion, we shall
be able to do up our obituaries in something nAe