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The morning call., 1891-02-22
GONE OUT.

Gone out the little light that erstwhile burned so
clear
Within our happy home from day to day
The precious light God lent way
Gone out and oh, the darkness seems SO lone aud
drear.
Gone out! and now asleep she lies where birds sing
over;
Unheedful of the rain the dew, the mist,
By soft winds famed, by gentle sunbeams kissed.
Asleep she lies, meath dewy grass and scented
clover
AS sweet as wild birds softest notes when night
time lowers,
So sweet come memories of the dear lost days,
OF baby talk and dearest baby ways
Like fragrance rich of blossoms cuiIed IN morning
hours
Within the silent housewe miss the little feet
And merry laugh; much our sad hearts miss
The clasp of little arms, the tender kiss.
The gladstone morning greetings and the goodnight
sweet
Gone outl We say it DER and DER through falling
Our precious little love, our tender care
And oh! our heavy loss We scarce can bear;
Gone out with all the sweet glad hopes of coming
years.
But God knew best. He saw the little lamp grow
dim,
And sent the angel twin OF Love- called Death
To quench the tiny flame with one soft breath,
And lead the little vestal virgin up to him
Dear LORD, bear patiently with us the while we
weep,
Be near us in the stiffness bending low,
And teach our aching hearts to feel and know
That safe forever thou little love wilt keep.
San Francisco. Feb, 1891 ANNIE CowAN.
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landing us at O'Clock at night at Corte. the
third largest city of the island. Passing
down the Corso at the southern end
of the city, d magnificent outlook
spread before us. There lay the entire city
with the castle perched upon its lofty
granite soele. The conservative Corsican
abhors all relationship with foreign coup-
tries, aud looks upon Corte as the real capi-
tai of the island, although it numbers 6000
inhabitants; one reason for this is that il
lies in the center OF the island, and is less
accessible to foreign influx than the sea-
port cities of Bastia and Aiaccia. Then
again around Corte cluster "reminiscences
which date back to the middle ages, closely
interviewer with the destinies of the island
Not far from Corte we came to the beauti-
full little village Of Vivario.. AT our right
stand the gigantic forms of the Monte Ro-
tondo and the Monte d'Oro. both covered
with snow. With many precipitous turns
the street winds upward to the both famous
and notorious Forest of ViZzavona. Famous
by reason of its wealth of handsome larch
trees and black frs, and notorious because
OF the dangerous number of bandits who in
fest this region.
Three thousand five hundred feet above
the level of the sea the mail coach stons for
a few minutes and then hastens on into the
valley Oh the Gravone. The roadbed de-
scrlbes surprising number of short. sharp
curves, and although it dashes past many
steep preclpces, no railing offers protection
excepting in one place, where several wears
ago a coach shot into the abyss below.
Our first stop in the Gravone Valley was
made at BoccOgnano, a place situated in a
grandly picturesque territory. DESPITE the
primitive condition of its houses It is fire.
qnented as a summer resort by the people of
Ajaccio. The bandits, too, have selected
this nelghborhood for their retreat. The
farther we proceed into the valley the mora
southern grows the character of the land
scape; the suns hot rays burn down upon
The morning call., 1891-02-22
A FEW MURMURS.
Written Expressly for The Sunday CALI
by j. L. Totheroh.

Written Expressly for The Sunday Call"
by j. L. Totheroh.
Young Wife-Charles, 4 poor old veteran
asked Tor bite to eat to-day, aud gave
him some of the cake l baked yesterday.
You Just ought to have seen him when he
was eating it! The tears came into his
eyes, and he said it reminded him of day IS
gone by.
Charles-Yes, my dear, some of those poor.
fellows had tough time of 1t wrestling with
hard tack.
NO LONGER INTERESTED.
Medi Ocre-You look better to-day >old
fellow; has your love-sickness passed the
crisis?
HiAspiration-Ye my anxiety has ceased.
N. O.-Then Dpdo has consented?
ii. A.-Oh, no. Her father made an as
Segment yesterday.
ovERMATCHED.
Jack--Biil Stronghold, the heavy-wei ght,
was defeated last night.
Iom-lS til at fact?
Jack-4es. lie undertook TO put his baby
to sleep, and after three h iurs' hard work
the invinci0le kid was still in it, and Bill
was groggy
AN BNCEAsING INCOME.
Walter-I hear you've been sick, Jack.
It's pretty tough 10 be laid up ard have
nothing coming in.
Jack--Notning coming in! You'd ought
10 see the pile Of bills Eve received.
IN THE ORTHODOX WAY.
Trumps-l say, Spades, you've met Count
Seeklngwealth; how did ne strike you?
Spades-Oh, in about the usual manner.
Trumps-How's that?
Spades-Weil, he said his remttsnces
were delayed and wanted me to favor him
with one hundred until he received check ):
regular method of the Counts.
''HELD UP"
Owens-I was going up Sixth street last
night and just as was passing a millinery
store person rushed from the door, stopped
me, aud took every cent had.
Boweus-Weill That was very bold
Owens-Boldl | should say So! But Pm
getting used to il. Every time my wife sees
hat s he likes she goes into that store and
waits for me to pass. She knows L can't
well refuse her the money in public.
BOUND TO WIN SOME TIME.
Lady OF the HOuse-Get Out, you tramp.
L have nothing for you.
lramp-Madame, that is hard name.
am not tramp; | am just entering upon
please walking match Q - 80
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island, while the one which leaves Lvorno
on the Italian coast runs into the harbor of
Bastia on the northeastern shores of the
island.
On clear day the latter route is full Of
diversion. with splendid outlooks upon
Livorno, which seatterS along the outer edge
of the land, the Monte Nero and the islands
OF Gorgona, Capraja and Elba, whose green
hill-iands and precipitous rocks contrast in
manifold tints with the deep blue waters of
the Mediterranean Sea. One is never out of
sight Of land and long before reaching our
destination Cape COrso, the extreme point
of the island, rises in sight. Here, at this
cape. begins the mighty mountain chain
which cuts through the entire island from
north to south, forming the water-line for its
eastern and western half. Immediately at
the foot of the mountain lies Bastia, where
we made our first halt.
The houses of Bastia rise amphitheGter-
like from the banks of the bay. High above
them towers the ancient castle, which was
built during the time of the Genoese reign,
and beyond it, climbing skyward, expands a
powerful mountain chain, whose scalloped
contours seam the horizon. Passing the
lighthouse we run into the harbor, where
the ship anchors. AS we alight we find our
selves surrounded by a crowd of women
with baskets. With loud obtrusion they
offer US their services for the forwarding of
our baggage, the male inhabitants consider
ing 1t beneath their dignity to do any labor
at all. A number CT Sleepy. graded, narrow
streets AID stars lead from the harbur up TO
the only wide street of the place, the Bouie-
ward du Palais, which intersects the upper
part of the city. Nearly all the public
buildings and the best hotels are situated on
this street. Only those acquainted with the
mismanagemrnt peculiar TO oriental streets
can form an idea of the neglected condition
of the houses and the filth piled up in the
narrow by-ways. OF course no vehicle of any
kind can pass through them, and the natives.
who come in from the country to transact
their business, ride on donkeys or mules, or
the fleet little COrsican horses. This pretty.
fiery race of equineS is fast dying out, am
told. The horsemen whom one meets along
the way wear the national costume, Jacket
and breeches OF brown, velvet-like cloth, a
red sash around the waist, the head covered
with broad-brimmed hat Of felt or velvet
At each mans side hangs the yucca"
(gourd- bottlc), and on his back he carries
the carbine with the cartridges in the car
cheIa Che leather belt. The men are as
rule handsome and OF fine figure, with
bronzed faces, fun boards and dark flashing
eyes. In nearly every case the expression
OF their countenances is a gloomy, wild one.
Some greet the stranger with the customary
"eviva, while others look timld and dis
trusttul when thew are approached.
The newer portion of Bastia resembles al
most any provincial town in Southern
France. The aforesaid Boulevard du Palais
is closed off by a very tastefully built Court
house, which, leaning against the mountain
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MY MOTHER.

The poets laurel wreath she doth not wear,
Since IN her busy life she seldom writes
4 he poems that she lives; yet on the heights
With native sympathy her soul doth share
The poets keen delight
She neither seeks nor gains the worlds accIaims.
Though rareSt gifts hers of mind and face;
More proud is she to fill her simple place.
And wear what seems to her the dearest names
That wOmanhood can grace.
II er Joy 1t is to guard her loved from pain,
To take from them the burdens hard to bear;
To give her days, her nights, her life to care
For those who. loving her, yet entertain
An angel unaware.
And more than artists patience she doth give
To tasks OF motherhood since not alone
High dreams are clothed in color, form or tone.
Wrought from the lives that human beings live
Is highest beauty known.
On such as she the world may not bestow
Its vain applause; far from all vulgar strife
She dwells content, If through her hidden life
My hear the meaning of the name shall know
OF mother and OF wife.
LeddUite, Colo. RUTH WARD KAHN
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coRrE. coRsIcAs cAPIrA1.

side in the rear, is fianked on either side by
beautiful gardens; not far from it is a yery
pretty theater. All the larger squares Of
the place are found near the harbor. as for
instance the Market square," were the
delicious muscadel from the CAPE the pome-
granate and the common as well as the
cacius-hg are sold together with all kinds
of other fruits and vegetables Then there
is the ST Nicolas Place, Bastia'S largest and
most beautiful square with Bartolini's
magnihcent marble monument of Napo-
leon l.
The coast side of this place is lined by an
avenue, which Mt the sunset hour or during
moonlight nights is the favorite promenade
for Bastia's beautiful women. The national
costume of the females is mostly dark and
unobtrusive IN color, the only characteristic
of their garb being a kerchief (mandile)
covering the forehead ana winding in folds
around the head. There are very few truly
handsome faces 10 be found among the fe-
male Flora of Bastia, and The word "pi-
quaint would more properly apply to the
or ceful little figure, mounted by pale.
yellowish-tinted visages, from out of which
pair OF dark eyes CLEAN with rare fire be-
meath brow framed with black, lustrous
hair.
1t was dark. rainy evening when left
the city on my way to Ajaccio. The road
leads along the coast toward the Lake of
Bguglia, which is separated from the sea
by small strip of land. We are still in the
tropic zone OIL the island here in the midst
OF blooming gardens, where luxurious
hg leaves minge with dark orange
trees. with vines and ivy creepers
envelopiDg the ground and power
ful aloe hedges shooting out their flower
stalks in all directions. But as we gain
upon the mountainous regions of the west.
the vegetation assumes another character
entirely. From the tropic We get gradually
INTO the temperate zone, which in the C0rsi-
can highlands passes into mountain
climate so cold and raw thai at Cabaslnia.
Tor instance, one Of the villages OF the Niolo'
those who die during the winter cannnt be
buried until the spring sets in. The rituals
are said on the third day after death. then
the body is stored away in the garrett of the
house until March or April, when the frost
subsidies. 1t is perfectly rigid and does not
show the least sign of decomposition and as
the first soft breeZes of the spring sweep
over the. earth il is consigned to its last
resting place.
AT midnight we arrived at Punta Nuova.
where, on the 9th of May, 1863, the Corsi
cans lost their independence in a bloody bat
tie with the French. We relayed horses
again at Ponte ALA Leccia, ana from here
passed directly into the region of powerful
mountains, which lowered in their grandeur
before us. Our little Corsican ponies GAL
loped madly but safely up the steep grades.
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THE OLD CLOCK OF ST. mAKY,s.

Son, observe the time and fee from eyil.r-EC
clesiasticus iy:23.
In the midst OF the restless eity's din,
In the midst OF the haunts of shameless sin,
Stands the cathedral DID,
Aud up in its dingy and time-stained tower
clock. four-dialed, proclaims the hour
With massive hands Of gold.
Under the dial a warning stands
Which those who gaze at the mighty hands
May read in passiDgby,
And learn from the solemn, pauseless hours
To use for good their given powers,
For minutes quickly fly.
solemn mandate in carven stonei
How many wanderers, sick or lone,
Have upward looked at thee:
How many outcaSts, bowed with shame,
Have felt those words, fiery fame.
"observe the time, from evil feef"
Has it been useless, been all in vain,
That warning simple and stern and plain
For those who pass to read?
Who knows how many sinful man
From those brief words anew began.
Because they filed his need?
Hour by hour the strong strokes sound;
Hour by hour the hands move round.
The crowds pass ceaselessly,
And read what those have read long gone,
And what will counsel those to come,
"Observe the time, from evil flee"
Flushed with the mornings red it CLOVIS,
And Swallowed by the evenings close,
With men this mandate pleads;
Still urges those who choose the wrong
To flee from evils bondage strong,
Still kindly intercedes.
When moonlight makes the dials gIeam
Beneath It's pure and silver stream
Those faithful words we see,
Calm. helpful earnest. true and brave
yhi oh rpaq II In Incf
"obserye the time. from evil fiee,"
ray, glad child with flowing hair.
L used to pass that house of prayer
And read that legend Old:
Observe the time. from EVIL fee"
warning well for you and me,
None better was told.
Alameda Cal, Feb H. 1891. ANELEH.
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Cargese and Cape Rouse, and as we proceed
the coast land becomes wildly picturesque.
With every approaching cape the aspect
changes, until we behold ut last the Semo-
phor of Calvi perching upon rock which
stretches far out into the ocean, Calyi it,
sell nestles terrace-like against the monn-
tain side and looks supremacy romantic in
It's decay. Through its streets stroll Arabs
and Bedouins. Over seventy of these dnsky
sons OF the desert, originally from Agiers
and Tunis, are exiled in the place on ac
count OF political offenses. As we approach
the Citadel, where they are lodged. we
meet the white burnous still more fire.
quently.
For our return to Bastia we chose The
way over the seaport town of San Flor
EMO, and l shall never forget the sublime
spectacle OF the most wildly romantic land
scape OF rocks that my eyes have ever he
held. For miles and miles not a bouse. mt
a human habitation is visible The high-
road winds serpent-like over migItv
mountains, where the olive, the rosemarv
the myrtle and wealth of those fragrant
herbs abound that give to many parts of the
Island that peculiar aromatic flavor. so that
one can well understand Napoleon rs aye
clamation: III were blndfolded I would
recognize Corsica by its delicious odorH
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Mrs. Garfield, and in her widows weeds the
resemblance is even more striking Mrs.
Garfield still wears the deepest mourning.
the long crepe veil and the simplestof black
gowns, and she wears, too, an expression of
such resigned. chastened, sweet and peace
ful sorrow as to make her. countenance one
to arrest and attract instantly. Mrs. Gar
fields modest and quiet life since her widow
hood has commanded admiration and re-
spect from many who were foremost in crit
icizing her. She has wholly cffaced herself
from public life, the. political and
as widow has been private
citizen, leading the most w0manly
of lives and wholly devoted to her family.
Now that both of her sons are married, Mrs.
Garfield is free to pay more frequent and
longer visits to h3r. daughter. and but for
the impossibility of leading as quiet and re-
tired life as she wishes to, she would
make Washington her permanent home
Mrs. Garfield tries to escape in every posi-
Bile way any publicity or marked attentions
and.her deep mourning greatly protects her.
She opens the part OF every day with Mrs.
Window and few recognize the slender black
Clad figure that goes TO and fro under the
Thomas statue each day.
The death of Admiral Porter Just at the
tlme, Wien every one was momentarily ex-
pectng to hear Of the death of General
sherman instead, has come with
SOMETHING OF a SHOCK.
Admiral Porter had been in his siek-room
for so long without daily bulletins or alarm
ing turns that the gravity of his condition
had really been forgotten. There will be the
most imposing funeral that Washington
has seen in years and his body will be laid
at Arlington near General Sheridan's. Cen
eral Sherman's' will be the next internent
there and had sense and appropriateness been
considered at the time of General Grants
death, the leaders of the Civil War would
lie side by side before the Lee mansion.
Then indeed would Arlington be a sacred
spot and place of pilgrimage with the
tom BIS of four such heroes in the midst of
their thousands of followers.
The daily bulletins from Senator Hearst's
sick-room indicate little change one Wav
or another, and the wonderful vitality of
the man is keeping death long at bay The
splendid mansion that was only completed
in its last details this autumn has been
closed and quiet all seasons doctors car
riages and the come and 20 OF trained nurses
taking the place of the rows of carriages aud
the crowds of the gay world that had been
expected to occupy it. Mrs. Hearst has
kept closely to the sick-room for these two
and has seen no one but her near
est. acquaintance. Miss Florence Bayard
has been a guest in the house for the past
six weeks, and through her the gay world
has its only communication with the house.
Morning and evening Senator Hearst's con-
dltlon is reported in the papers, but the
bulletins differ little from day to day.
an agent Mr.. Hearst was large
purchaser of Washington relics at the re-
cent sale of the effects of Mr.. Baker, the
antiquarian. RUHAMAH.
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Joseph Montet Tells Of a Thrilling
Adventure in a Balloon.
ALMOST A TRAGEDY AMID The CLOUDS
1 Bitter ATraglmGlt Of Painless Jilt-Pre-
pairing Finish to a NsaDOlital Carnival.
4 Caprice That offered Vengeance for
Poetic FalSeh00dS-The Threatening Doom.
4 W0milS wit Saves Her Life.
Written for THE SUNDAY CALL.

Loud acclamations leaped from thou
sand threats: The balloon had just started.
Like a falcon the eyes OF which the
hunter has suddenly uncovered, 1t fled
straight up into the azure space, borne
away with lightning speed. Now the heads
of the two aeronauts could barely be distin-
guished at the edge of the car.
Leaning over the slight ozier side. they
watched diminish and fade from second to
second away below them: the forms and di-
mansions OF terrestrial objects. What was
that vague white and gray heap srreaked in
every direction by black lines? Was it
Naples? Yes, Naples, which they had just
quitted-a city reduced to'the proportions of
beehive. But to the right to the left, be-
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1t seems there is no foundation for a
rumor. very picturesque rumor, that circu-
lated far and wide short time ago. The
rope had written to the President Of the
French Republic to announce that he was
going to send Mime. Carnot the much.coy.
eted distinction Of the Golden Rose. The
Pope wrote no such letter, nor is this tbe
season when this order is conferred The
truth is, that Leo XIII, Pontiff sinou,arIv
approximations, and his manner of llvelibnod
almost frugal, is reducing so far as he can
the great and growing expenditure at The
Vatican. Thus it is announced that at the
forthcoming Consistorv no new Cardinois
VIII. VIII be created. The Golden Rose, at ali ali
times highly valued as distincton costs
the Pope On each occasion of its nreseni.'
Vatican is simplicity itself. II Is s al. te,5
officially that his table expenses do MT
exceed 160 lire month. The ti,m mus
seems almost incredible, but The H Htates
ment is definitely made. The Pone in his
cardinal days USED to keep chef and o.;
under cook. and when he moved into + shn
vatican these members of his honseh CID
followed him. In the lapse of wars the
chef died, and Leo XIII has never ranIo e ee,d
him. Pail Mall Gazette pi@oou
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VACATION DAYS OF LONG AGO.

This is only memory. simple and true,
OF the days when l was boy;
So pardon IL, reader, pardon ii, do
AS you pity ehlld's broken toy
We all were young and happy then.
And every day was bright,
But Saturday was the best of all
The idle boys delight.
We were q little three OF friends
Yes, Paul and Frank and l.
Who passed the glad vacation days
In sports and frolics high.
Mine was rural country place.
And they had homes in town,
So when the GUNNER time was on
We wandered mp aud down
The fields and creeks and woods and roads.
Aud swan and shot and ished
About the neighbors' farms and ours,
And did whate'er we wished.
But when the winter rains came down
Joined the boys Ia town.
We rugged up strings across the walk
To knock the Duniaps down.
And pulled the rat" and filed hat
With stones and mud and bricks
The people broke their canes on it,
Or gave 1t vicious kicks.
In summer 1t was better sport
Oh, oft the setting sun
Has seen us lying In the hay,
When weary play was DONE
And thinking OF the hour so near
When each must leave his friend
For, just as everything earth,
Vacation days must end.
Together we have hshec and swan,
And flown and lost our kites;
Together we have won and lost
dozen boysh fights:
We jumped and raced, played lone old catn
TIL after many days
The youth was gone, and we were called
To travel different ways
But now I love to see the bows
Who play the same old way,
And squander in the simple sport
The weeks vacation day;
And often do pause to watch
Their sports in passing by,
And think of how we used to play
Yes, Frank and Paul and l.
have sung the song or my choosing,
And Pm sad waen the strain Is through.
But think II there's not In the world some spct.
Dear friend, 1t recalls to YOU
February, 1891 LAWRENCE ARCHER
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THE CRADLE"
OF NAPOLEON.
Romantic Beauty Of Corsica, the Land
Of Delicious 0dOrS.
Picturesque People Wonderful Varieties Of
Climate-The Medieval Capital-Birth-
place of the Napoleons.

At many points along the French and
Italian rivers the tourist is directed to what
appears to be the dim outlines Of noun
tain chain far, far out in the ocean, scraping
the featherly edge of the horizon way in the
distance, writes a correspondent from Bastia,
Corsica. to the Post-Dispatch of st. Louis.
These uncertain lines are the highest noun
tain SUBMITS of Corsica, which, peeping
from afar at the shores of those countries
with whose destinies that of the solitary lit
tie island was most closely allied, stand out
in bold relief only in the glorious illumina-
ton of morning and evening sun of SOUTH
ern splendor.
Almost at the same time of day. after
cruise OF five or six hours, the French
steamer which sails from Nice arrives at
Calyi, in the northwestern part of the
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Inc Theatrical caterer has often to con-
tend with outside influences over which he
has no control, resulting in scantv audi'
ences, or 1T may be no audience at all
manager Of the old Bower Saloon meeting
friend one day near the Horse Guards tbs
latter inquired how he was getting on. aOh.
we i've, SIT; we live" was the reply. well,
to see about seats at the Italian opera next
week" "Whatp exclaimed the Bower
Manager. does the Italian opera open next
week? I'm very sorry to hearit" Why.
what can it matter to you?" cried
that the opera performances will
clash with yours? 2" "Wont it, thoughP"
was the answer. my audience wont be in
side Her Majesty's, but they will all be there
picking pockets!' and shaking hands, the
dlsmayed manager went sadly on his way.
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