Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1892-03-21
Rattle his bones
Hes only a pauper that nobody owns"

It is well to note in every case how the
grandeur of man has developed through
earnest devotion to his ideal of right If
his notion happens to be correct he is as
good as made. This has shown up as their
strong point in all our great men. He who
would control others must first learn to
control himself, and he who would influence
others must first have made himself strong
70 do for his ideal of right. The man who has
made mere expediency his object is the man
who has failed in life. The pilot steering
without a settled course to follow would be
no moro unwise than the man who shifts
his views from side to side that he may
shout with the crowd. The crowd is always
directed by the few who have acted firmly
to the accomplishment Of a purpose. If
that purpose is not in harmony with your
honest convictions of right. you should
never 20 with the crowd. All Texans re-
spect The memory of Davy Crockett, whose
motto was, ''Be sure you're right, then go
ahead " =
Here is another new poem, concerning
which we have no remarks to make:
REVERE.
Within nv hearts a tender thought
Ofthee, my love, tonight, OF theei
Il stays unbidden, came unsought,
To me, my love, TO n ighJ, to me;
find II as I turn the leaves
Of memory with deep-felt sigh,
And pause along at distant ewes
Lie this, low gone forever by.
Those dear old songs seem to sing
With thee, my love, tonight with thee,
And long lost thrills Of JOY they bring
To me, my love, tonight, to me;
Ny hands together idly lie
While yet my task Is half undone-
dare not move lest dreams should fly
And Joys should vanish--every one.
I'm happy, for my soul can soar
To thee, my love, tonight, TO thee,
And bring the sunny Gays Of yore
To me, my love, tonight, TO mel
But soon the spell must break and then
Those Joys VIII scatter in the blast
Like fallen leaves TO earth, again
To dance alcng the distant past.
Fort Werth, Tex.
Some of the best things we have ever had
In literature have appeared as foundlingss
going through the world OF letters without
parentage. They were written by some
humble newspaper man in a moment of in.
spiration, and stuck into the paper to fill uHs'
without he himself having the slightest
Idea Of their true merit. Here is one of
them:
Johns wife and John were tete-a-tete;
She witty w2s-indus triouSahe;
Says John, 1--WE earned the bread we eat.''
And l. says she, have urn'd the tea
The writer of these Talks visited the
battle grounds of Pittsburg Landing, in
Tennessee, two years after the great battle. =
In the course of his ramblingS over the
grounds he found tackled upon tree where
The battle seemed to have ragged with the
greatest ferceness 4 paper bearing the fol-
lowing lines from Bryant, done in 4 beau
uiul and delicate hand, evidently that OF
lady:
"CR,e this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,
Were trGmplsd by hurrying crowd,
And fiery hearts and armed hands
Encountered in the battle cloud.
All never shall the land forget
Bow gushed the life blood Of her brave
Gushed warm with hope and courage yet
Upon the soil they hoped to save"
A coarse hand had penciled diagonally
ACROSS the lines first written another StanZa
Rom the same poem:
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again;
The eternal years OF GoG are hers,
But error wounded, writhes in pain,
And dies amid his worshipers."
We brought the relic away and have it
still.
Poets, like other people. make ludicrous
Mistakes. sometimes. To-day we were
when our attention was attracted by the
following lines in his beautiful poem of the
"Ravea:'
And the raven never fitting,
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the psllid bust OF Pallss
Just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all sac seeming
OF demon that is dreaming,
And tho lamplight oer him streaming
Throws his shadow on the feor;
And my soul from out that shadow
That lies floating en- the floor,
shall Be lifted-nevermore!"
Now, if ysu will think q moment you |
vii see that the raven occupied q position |
Immediately above the door, and the lamp |
light streaming over him was casting his !
shadow on the floor beneath. Where was |
thar iSmpl Such thing as bringing his |
Shadow TO the floor, under the circum- |