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THACKERAY's GIRLS.
Passion

His Love for Them Amounted to
Passion.
A very pretty incident is recorded OF
Thackeray during his American tour.
While in Boston ne spent much of his time
as guest in the family of George Tieknor,
and it was there the incident occurred, says
the Yonkers Statesman.
One New Years eve he and 1icknor sat
smoking together in the library. The
latter's wife was also present The dangh-
tiers of the house had gone to party.
They sat talking till II o'clock, when
Thackeray arose and said he would go 10
his room.
"You are not going to retire YETI" in
Quired his host.
"No," was the answer, "for always at the
birth of new year | drink to the health and
happiness of my daughters, but do not wish
to keep you up so late.
pray, stay with u.s. aud we will join you
In health 10 your absent ones"
Thackeray replied that he would be de-
lighted 10 do so if it would not tire spass on
their hours of rest. He sat at the side of
the great fireplace and looked two or three
times at the clock upon the mantel to note
the fight of minutes.
Do not trouble yourself about the time"
said Mrs. Ticknor," will let you know
when it is u o'clock"
At the moment the new year began Thack-
cray took in his hand glass of sherry, rose
TO his feet, and said in iremulous tones:
God bless my motherleSs girisl God
bless them and all who are good to theml'
Drinking the wine he babe his host good
night, and without another word retired
from the room, leaving his friends in tears,
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EASTER MORNING.

A cloudless night, the moon In white effugepce
ShOne DER that garden where
The dew-wet grass with myriad diamonds gilt te red
And Syrian lilies fair
Swayed in the cool ana odorous night breezes,
The earth seemed hushed for prayer.
All little dreamed they of Easter morning,
An empty open tomb,
His sad disciples thought of him-the Master,
Dead In It's awful gloom,
The sealed stone, that portal dark and dread.
Hopes that would meier reblOom.
And little dreamed they OF an Easter morning,
Who b Mt upon their spears,
Watching beneath the olive trees dense shadows
The Christ whom loving tears
Had bathed the crucifed and the rejected one.
What wOudrOus light appears?
A rush of angel wings, the garden CLOVIS
with heavenly light.
An earthquake rocks the land, the Roman guard
Shrink with alright.
The stone is rolled away. vanquished death
Where is thy might?
cloudless morn. the sun bathes earth with glory,
The long sad night has fed,
The brightest blossoms lift their heads rejoicing,
Their richest perfumes shed.
AS a God self-slain on his own strange altar
Death lies dead"
Alameda, cat, March, 1897. ANELEH.
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VOX POPULI.
(The Voice of the People.)

Who is the woman, b1shful and demura,
Just come board the good ship literature7
She walks on deck or dimes In the saloon
Yelled In the tunc of n nom de plume.
Women COME cture. men apostrOphize;
But none can see through her adroit disguise.
"A writer she, with reminiscent style,
And language which the reader will beguile,"
Bays one well versed In judgment Of new books,
While at her ''adjsctves' another looSs
With disappearing eye-''Far, far too many they
They give taw lry look-unsatisfaetory."
A third declares that the fair heroine
is "out of concert pitcl"; the writer don't define
Her subjects well: they do unn aturaI things.
All that her hero wants is iast the win IS
And lie would be a fu-fedged angel man.
With nothing mortal but a marriage ban."
" Faults" says fifth voice, "many though there be
The book bears traces OF ability
The plot is clearly outlined. details neati
OF incident the story is replete.
Virtuous love, and sin I'll jealousy,
With taint, alas, OF immoralityW
And so, with judges scorn and sharp satire
Raging all round liSe pestential fire,
The author stands nor lets the critic know
That she Is inward wrthing at each blow.
"a What will the world say after days" says she,
- When light is thrown on my IDENTIFY"
If highly born W it'll Difference at her feet
Courtiers will bow and fer tributes sweet.
Plebau? Then alas the pity Better she
Had lived forever in obscuriy.
For genius without birthrght to most men
Is salt W thout SAVIOR, bread without the leaven.
But, sweetest refuge in that prophets word.
" The pen is ever mishtier than the sword"
This is the balm uato the wounded hand,
And none need die shIpwrecksd upon the sand.
Be one of common birth or royalty.
Though difficult and perllous IS the sea
That stretches to the abyrintns Of Fame,
Talent Will make It's way there Just the same.
Ndpd. March 2t, 1891 ADA L. HALsrEAD.
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THE FISHERMAN.
The boats went out before the dayi

The boats went out before the dayl
Across the bay
A fisher blithely sang of sun and vine-clad lands
song the rills
SiGe TO the bills
That dip low down along Messlna's silver sands.
He sang OF blue italian skies
Blue girllsh eyes;
OF Sicily, OF Freedoms fight
OF Freemen's right;
Bright youth and hone was In that lay
AS the boats went swiftly down the bay.
The beats went outward DER the bari
Morn's radiant car
Purpled the east. The meshy nets hung in the sea.
The fog wells flung
Their folds among
The Jagged reefs; the buoy bells changed a dreary
And Shiny surges writhed and Kissed
Under the mist.
pale gull fed like passing ghost
The sheeted coast;
And the eerie noises spread afar
From the shrouded waters DER the bar.
The fisher boats came up the bay
All silent theyl
No voice sang blithesome songs across the evening
foam
OF olive grove,
OF blue-orbed love
Whose azure eyes watch in the sweet sicilan home.
Like phantom feet that come-are gone
They fioated
Grew dim and formless-fading quite
Blend with the night.
And fOg-ghOsts followed cold and gray
As the fisher boats came up the bay.
A Thing was seen beyond the bar
A peerng star
Through broken cloud-rifts saw 1t pas5-a moment
tossed
BY waves az play,
Then sink away
To seputure within the pillows darkened 60 IS
and lost!
The pale gull poised on instant wing
Looked wandering:
The winds aud waters o. the main
Went on again
And the thunder-chO=ds OF ocean jar
On the whiring airs of the outer bar.
San francisco, March. 1891. Tom GREGORY.
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2:19% at Kalamazoo, Michigan, which stood
as the record for nearly twenty years. Since
that time the record has been lowered very
fast, which only illustrates how rapidly
trottiug horses and the material interests
which center about them have been ad-
vanced.
California is to greater or less extent
responsible for pushing young colts on the
turf before they have q chance to mature.
The good climate out there gives them
chance to develop more rapidly than in this
colder region. Another thing is that they
can work their stock practically all the year,
while We have Only short season in which
to nit and develop our animals. | see no
reason why California bred horses should
be any better than ours, except the long
season there gives them a chance for WORK
longer, which Of course tends to more rap
idly develop them and has caused our breed
erS to push their colts, which | think is a
mistake.
There is perhaps another reason for this,
and that is the rapidly advancing price of
trotting stock. A horse that five years ago
would bring only $1,000 would now fetch from
$500 to $1,000, and perhaps more If he had
some extra good points. Think of the STALL
ion AXtel bringing Sl05,0O0 the highest
price ever paid for horse in the world.
There are any number of stations in the
United States that are worth $4,000. This
in itself is the best illustration of the re-
markaDle advance made in the price and
grade of trotters within the past few years.
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must study well all his elements of power.
He has not only his hands but his head
full. When you come TO add to these intel
lectual demands the hazards of the track,
and the necessity for taking advantage of
the slightest mistake OF your opponents,
which are important matters, and crowded
upon you after he excitement and necessi-
ties of the race begin, self-possesSion in
driver is as essential to success as having
good horse.
"You ask me about fast and closely con-
tested heats. | have seen so many of them
in my thirty-five years experience as
handler of trolters that | can hardly give a
Renaissance of any one that particularly
impressed me. In fact, with a good horse
in your hands, and several others around, a
driver pays little attention either to the
humOr or The excitement of even head and
head finish. He is entirely too busy with
his business at the moment TO pay any at
tent10n whatever to anything except getting
there first doubt if there is an old driver
who could sit down and tell you about any
particular finish at the wire in great race
unless some accident befell him to enforce it
on his mind. Frequently / have been COM
ing TO the wire neck and neck, and at the
end of the race did not know what horse
was making the close contest with me.
At that moment all the energies of the
driver are centered in getting every posi-
bic inch out of his animal he can The
romance of the occasion never fingers
with him, or even impresses him. When
drove Goldsmith Maid her three fast heats
at Buffalo, an achievement which startled
the. trottng world at the time, l saw
nothing in the occasion except my duty,
and what l could get out of the mare.
l had the same experience with Dexter,
and in estimating that horse you must
bear in mind that he is the only trotter
who has ever gone one, two and three
mile heats under the saddle, in harness and
to wagon, and made big records in all. that
will live as long us the turf lasts. That is
the reason why regard him, as well as
many other men do who admire trotttng
horses, as such perfect animal for track
work. The conditions of the turf when he
was power in them are, of course, different
than now; but lie was "a great animal 1t
must also be borne in mind that he was the
first horse 10 beat Flora Temples time OF
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She care a siight startled erclamation.

the middle of the floor before she caught
sight of me. in the wiudow-seat. She gave
a Slight, startled exclamation and stopped,
staring at me.
WHATS the matter ?" said 1.
"How did you get here?" returned Lily.
short of breath and seeming much dis
turbed.
1--WE been here ever since lunch" re-
piled: fright in this window"
She paused moment and then said: 81
Just met you as l was coming down the
stairs. You were going up. You brushed
right by me. Why, | spoke to you? You
didn't answer, though; you just went right
on up"
/ laid down my book and went upstairs,
with Lily bobbing behind me. But when
reached the upper passage, or hall, a new
surprise awaited me. Ny wife and daugh-
ter of the home were still sitting in the bed
room; and when they saw me in the hall
they too uttered simultaneously an ex-
clamation Of establishment They too de-
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AN EASTER SONG.

All natures dressed In bright array
To welcome in this Easter day.
As green and tender is the grass
AS when cur blessed Lord did pass,
Those loved ones who. with bated breath,
Saw him-returned from gates of death.
Around us Easter bells are ringing,
And merrily the birds are singing;
Their joyous notes on high ascending,
Perchance with angels carols blending.
This is the day. with blossoms fair,
We decorate the house OF prayer;
And lilies from their native sod
We take for affairs Of our God.
With many hymn and song OF praise
We glorify his wOndrous ways.
oh thou, who died that we might live.
Look on us, pity aud forgive.
Thy children all, and as each prayer
AscendS to thee this morning fair,
Grant us, o Lord, light from above,
That We may live in peace and love;
So that when Easter comes no more
For us-thou'lt meet US on that shore;
Where all sad hearts will be at rest,
At home, with thee-forever blest
March 25 1891. LEIGH LINDEN.
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FOR LOVES SAKE.

You have read Of the Moslem palace.
The marvellous fame that stands
In the midst OF the great Pacific.
The wonder Of all the lands.
You have read of the marble spendors,
Its carvings and rare device,
Its domes and the towers that giisten,
Like visions Of Paradise.
You have listened. as some one told you
OF its pinnacles, snowy, fair;
So pure that they seem suspended,
Like clouds IN the crystal air;
or the flow of Its fountains falling
As softly as mourners' tears?
OF the lily and rose kept blooming
For over q score Of years;
or the friezes OF frost-like beauty,
The jewels that crust the wall,
The carvings that crown the archway,
The lnnermoSt shrine Of all.
There lies, in his scuiptured coffin,
Among men the bravest man.:
The King, and the one that was dearest
To all the Hawaiian clan.
They read You the shining legends,
whose letters are set In gems,
On the walls OF that sacred chamber
They sparkle like diadems.
And they tell you those letters, cleaning.
Wherever the eye may look.
Are words OF their ancient prophet,
Are texts from his holy book
And still, as You hear. you will question,
Right wonderingIy, as you must.
" Why rear such palace, only
To shelter some kingly dust ?"
Why rear it? The people promised
Their King. II he should die,
To do II, because they loved him;
They loved him; that was whyl
30 minaret, wall and column,
And tower and dome above,
All tell OF a sacred promise;
All utter one accent-Love.
RUTH WARD KAHN.
sddUilte, Colo, March, 1891.
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BUDD DOBLES
HORSE GOSSIP.
A Spicy Resume Of the Most Celebrated
TrOttGrS,
Goldsmith Maid Was the Queen of the Turf
Horses Must Be Studied Like Machin-
ery-TrOtting Stock Advancing.
Written and Copyrighted for THE SUNDAY CALL

"There are no fixed rules for driving a
trotter. Years of experience have taught
me that men are left-handed, rght-handed
and often handicapped with prejudices and
temper that prevent them being good
drivers. They have certain pendants
about the use of a rein and often their maui
ner of handling horse is simply matter
of condition, excitement and interest. 1t
is exceedingly difficult to understand an
animal that you are plotting along a race
track, unless you have had chance Of con-
trolling it in training. OF course l am in
love with horse, and have had bit of
responsibility in controlling some of the
best of them. l began early and my re-
lations with the trotting turf represent
not only my childhood, but my maturer
life. The lessons learned while pursuing
this vocation are of great value TO me. II
gives me the power of controlling N.Y.
self, as well as to handle the stock which
comes in my hand. My admiration for
a trOtter began when l was boy"
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COMFY A BARBER"

Dedicated to BARRIERS League.
IT'S sad, my dear. cannot speak
The worls 50 harsh aud cruel;
But papa said must not love
man that's such fool
Why don't you be a lawyer?
Your presence L cannot harbor
For papa says it takes ten men
TO make one of those BARRIERS.
1t seems, my dear by your remarks
A reflection on my piety,
And because | am barber
I'm not fit for your soc ETY..
Bravol YouRc girl, although I'm proud
ofmy humble occupation,
I'll hope to get wife with brains,
Not any of your station.
And thus the years had gided by,
Some money had saved,
A lovely maiden had met
And to her was engaged.
forthwith hurried up the day,
For was l much to blame
For being but barber?
thought she'd do the same.
And now have two little boys,
Both with compilations fair,
And as a natural consequence
They both grab at my hair.
They even steal my razors,
The ssucy little knayes,
And while one tries to lather
The other gets inn and shaves.
March, 1891 HENRY HARRIS.
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THE BOY WHO WHISTLES.
A Man Who Has Faith in the Youngster',
Eulure.


A Man Who Has Faith in the Youngsters
Future.
Ii ever in the course Of human events
heaven blesses me with an heir Of the small
boy class | shall teach him to whistle early
In his young career and encourage him to
MARBLE merrily away throughout the sun
shine and the shade of youth and age. l
never see youngster with his hands showed
down in his pants pockets, his head thrown
back. his cheeks swelled out like a pair of
bellows, and his puckered lips piping a Jolly
tune that | do not set that boy down as an
lDnocenthearted lad who would not do
anything more harmful than rob a water
melon patch or such. He would not tell a
malicious lie or do a cOwardly trick.
These are the works of the sly youngster
with the averted eye and the soft tread.
who is afraid to whistle lest he make a
noise and attract attention. The whistling
boy never makes the footpad or the
cut-throat. though ne may never be Presi-
dent. l can't help having my suspicious
about man who never learned to whistle
in his youth. In nine cases ont Of ten he
has falsetto voice and bad digestion, and
his IDEAS on many points of morality ara
misunderstanding Post.
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DAyY CR0CKETT'S GRAVE.
After Sixty Years Waiting 1t Is to Hav,

After Sixty Years Waiting 1t Is to Have
Monument.
A monument is to be erected over the re-
mains of Davy Crockett, the famous Ten
nesSee hunter, who killed los bears and per-
formed various other deeds OF valor. 1t is
now more than sixty years since this pctur-
esQue old character was buried. The shaft
will be of Tennessee granite and over
twenty-seven feet high. AT the front base
of the column the eublematic bear keeps
faithful watch in front of the bronze me-
dalton of the setting sun; on the right part
of the shaft a bronze medallion with the dis
tlnctive badge Ghe rifle and knife crossedD
of the pioneer settlers Of the State is repre-
sented, aud a corresponding medallion on
the left side shows the agricultural impIe
ments. early symbols Of Tennessee's pros
perity. One other medallion represents the
grand seal of Tennessee, and on the front
of the shaft bust of Colonel Crockett looks
down over the grizzly he loved to hunt SO
well. The bust will be as true 10 life as it
can be made.-N. Y. Tribune.
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the fact that to the girl with
any pretensions to face or figure the
riding habit may be made more charming
than the loveliest ball or dinner gown. But
TO attain this effect it must be like the club
mans dress-suit, OF special material, per-
feet in every detail, and made to fit as though
nodded to the figure. Such riding habits
have long been one Of the speciaties of the
Redfern establishment, and this year they
have been made, in some ways, more admir-
able than ever. Hereis one of the latest. 1t is
of light gray cloth, with cutaway basque fast
ening with one button on the breast, over
a vest of chequered kersey. Gauntlet gloves
and silk hat are worn with this habit.
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1t is one of Joseph Jefferson's peculiari-
ties to abhor theatrical passes. The Gin
cinnati Enquirer says that he never issues
one himself and does not want his manager
to do so. Whenever he reaches large city
Jefferson goes to the box Office of the theater
where he is to appear and spends from $40
to $50 on tickets to distribute among his
friends.
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Once admit the possibility of seeing any
thing outside Of the physical plane, and
there is no logical halting-place for you
thenceforth. For the physical senses
are all one; they are notifications
or refinements of the sense of touch.
If. then, you can see spirit, what is
to prevent you from also touching it,
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TT.

Hail, glorious art. all hail
Thou fair, most beauteOus maidi
Rich with a thousand gifts
Time has no power to fade.
Within thy followed hand
Thou holdest beIuty's source;
Times river bears thee on
With unresistin, force.
In heaven thou first awaked,
Child OF an angel bright;
And from thy parted lips
Fair music's soul took flight.
Then through celestial streets
OF jasper, pearl and gojd
She winged her wondruus flight
From out the heavenly fold.
And in her wheeling flight
Through the unend NJ space
She breathed mp on the spheres
In their eternal race.
And from celestial towers
And armament uprose
A harmony divine
That ever swelis and grows.
The armed angel guard
Struck on their shields of light,
And peal on peal of sound
Fell through the halls OF night.
Still onward music fed
Until her wings on earth
Were folded, aud she watched
A ril!, and lauy ed ia mirth-
To see 1t tumbllng on
Through quiet woodland shade.
Pass messy banks, DER rocks,
SO mute as half afraid
But catching from her mirth
A note, the brook ran on
To tell TO all things made
That wondrous note OF song.
The leaflets caught it up:
The grass, the flowers, the trees,
The insects, rivers, winds
Joined in in soft degrees.
A tiny forest bird
Sat sad and all alone:
A leaflet whispered Tow
The note, in joyous tone.
His tiny head upheld
He poured his soul in song,
And flew away to bear
1t all the world along.
But music wandered on
TIL by the endless deep
She weary laid her down
And straightway fell asleep.
The wild sea heard her breathing
And the cold VIVID Fastening by.
And wind and sea together
Sang a soothing lullaby
And still forever grooming
The same old sleepy song
The sea rocks back and forth
Its weed-hung caves among.
For ocean +ook ttrod p,rstc
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POETIC THOUGHTS.
EASTER, 1891.

EASTER, 1891.
~fRowN Christ the risen king
This Easter day
All who have life and breath
Own his blest day.
Repentaut ones draw near
The ''Mercy Seat":
Hearts, white as lilies. lay
At Jesus feet.
Sing how he loved the world.
The crucifed-
Sing how, for sins OF men.
The Savior died.
Join the angelic hosts
That ever sing
"Glory and honor to
The risen king.
San Francisco March. 1871 GRACE HIBBARD.
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The second sketch gives an idea of the
new Redfern habit for those who follow the
hounds. In this the skirt and vest are Of
dark cloth, while the coat basque is of bright
red-"pink" in the English vernacular. The
hat is a white beaver. 1t will be observed
that Redfern has decidedly heightened the
coat and with excellent effect r.
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SYMPATHY.
HENRY HARRIS.

o, kindred souls, clasp hands,
Let heart throbs beat in unison,
And on the wild, wide waste OF human sands
Breast lifes tumutuous waves together
GRACE PORTER WALLACE
San Jose March 1891
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TO

1t matters not, when am dead,
II flowers bloom above my bed,
Or any stone lie at my head.
For, oh, II they served not to guido
Your footsteps sometimes to my side
My soul would be unsatisded.
But II you, with your oId-tlme grace,
Should lean your dear, beloved face
Above my lonely resting place
And whisper, "sweet, tho thou art dead,
MY love is TO thy memory we'd
My spirit would be comforted.
LILLIAN PLUSKETr.
Francisco. March. 1891.
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Senior Partner-"Look here, Mr.. Sheeply.
the LIST of January you came to me and said
you were seriously thinking of getting mar
ried, and on the strength OF that gave you
a raise in your salary. What's the matter?
Aren't you going to get married."
Sheeply-"No, sir / thought so seriously
of it that concluded wouldn't"