The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1892-03-31
THE HOME CORNER.
erected to the memory of young girl,
above whose crumbling dust no other
monument will ever be needed

erected to the memory of a young girl,
above whose crumbling dust no other
monument will ever be needed
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This thing of knowing people"
said the philosopher soberly, with his
hand upon the shoulder of his old
friend, don't you think its pretty elu-
sive, after all? 1 am not sure that
L know any body-not even you,
though we have been friends for
good many years, and tramped all
over Virginia together once, leaving
many a good fellow sleeping there be-
hind us. But even with the Ii in
innate friends, some corner the
heart and lite is kept hidden, i4.d If
ever flash of light is let in upon 1t, it
is only flash, and we are not quite
sure whether we saw anything or not.
| think that is one reason L have come
to have good deal of charity. When
1 was younger L was very quick to
Judge. 1t was so easy. to call people
ranting hypocrites and arrant knaves,
and all that. But now Pm not SO
sure. Oul6SS l. Cuu JOOh uO"h lupO -
mans heart and see the exact motive,
perhaps it is best not to judge. Be-
leve me, it is best to hold out a
friendly hand when we can and leave
the judging with somebody else"
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"Why recollect as if 1t were yes
terday," he went on, ''the bitter
grudge bore that fellow Hall, years
and years ago. A good many things
had aggravated it, you know, and
suppose outsiders had talked, and we
had both said good deal too much,
until we were ready to shoot each
other on sight, and were carrying
weapons for each other, and l didn't
know any morning which one of us
would be lying still, with folded hands
before the day was over. And then
came that night, you know, when my
horse reared and fell upon me, and l
laid there in such agony. And who
do you think came to my relief! Why
Hall, of all men; and he got me up,
somehow, and carried me home and
waited upon me like brOther-and
both of us with pistols in our pockets,
prepared to settle our wrongs that
way! Oh well, we didn't use The pis-
tolls, we shook hands and began over
again. When the yellow fever epidem-
ic came that same year, Hall was
one of the first volunteers,
and he wore himself out,
and died with it; Il sacrifice for others
And that was the man [ was carrying
pistol for, and was going to kill Oh
sightW
And then the other, who bad been
listening and apparently undergoing
some mental struggle, looked up with
a nervous laugh. "There, you have
preached your sermon" he said, land
it's good one, too, and just what I
needed, suppose. All right. I'll do.
as you say The fellow has vexed me
beyond endurance, but I'll try to be
friends with him if he'll let me. Per-
haps | have misunderstood him after
all, and maybe he has misunderstood
me little, too, but the quarrel is off"
Nv
n liz III liiO SOlhOA
lays this little sprig of laurel upon the
grave of William HI. Huddle:
The poet in him spoke with brush and paint
And straightway on his canvas grew such
dreams
As poe is only dream. The sunsets gold,
Slow fading into dusk, made his pulse beat
With queer thrchs, ard the things that are
Faded before him. while his eyes beheld
Dim, fitting faces, bending through the dark,
With dim and steadfast eyes that looked on his,
Aud lured him on to nobler thought and work
But evermOre the thought oulTan the hand,
As with all poets, and he incurred to find
Less noble than his fancy was his work.
But while he wrought one day, with patient
touch,
Came One who pressed a tender soothing hand
Upon his eyes, and he lay down to rest
Then they who loved him spoke with lowered
tone,
And softly moved, and murmurcd, "He is
dead"
And he lay still, and could not answer them;
His work half finished and his hands at rest
And yet, think, in some far summer land,
The poet soul, full statured, sees the mists
That cling about the everlasting hills;
And, closed around with heavens high beauty,
calm
In the serenity of heavenly light
Feels all his pulses thrill with sovereign power
And thought and action blended into one.