Morris tribune., 1892-09-21
FACTS AND FANCIES
EDITED BY REV. H. NJ. HERRicK.

The following two stanzas are from
one of the national songs of Denmark,
describing famous naval battles, Just
imagine it describes Knute Nelson
fighting Lawler and Donnelly, and
you have spirited campaign song,
which plainly enough foreshadows
the result this fall. 1t will be re-
membered that Danish and Norwe-
gian are the same language in print:
Kong Christian stod yea hoien Mast
I Rog og Damp;
Hans Vaerge hamrede saa fast,
AT Gothens HELM og Hierne brast,
Da sank fjendtlig Spell og Mast.
Rog og Damp.
Flye, skreg de, hver, som tlygte kan!
Hyo staaer mod Danmarks Christian
Kampg
Niels JUL CAV Agt paa Stormens Brag;
NJ er Diet It'd!
Han heisede Diet rod Flag,
Og slog paa Feinden Stag Stag.
.Da skreg de holt blandt Stormens Brag,
NJ er Diet It'd!
Flye, skreg de, hver, som weed ct Skull
Hvo kan bestaae mod Danmarks JUL
Strid?
The sense of which is something like
this:
King Christian stood beside the mast
In mist and smoke,
His guard, with hammer welded blow,
Crushed helm and brain of Gothic foe.
Down sank the opposing stern and mast
In mist and smoke.
Fly! fly! they cried, who'er can flyl
For who with Denmark's king will try
The battle stroke?
Niels JUL perceived the storm-king's
rage n.
Now is the time!
He flung the red flag to the gale,
And smotc the foe with blows like hail.
Then cried they mid the storm-king's
rage,
Now is the time!
Fly! fly where refuge is at hand!
For who with JUL would dare to stand
In battle CRIME?
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What bonanza to the teacher Of
history is Pres. HarrisOn's letter of
acceptance! AS survey of public
questions it is marvel of clearness
and as interesting as romance. Its
use of English is almost faulaess. 1t
is the ablest document of the kind
since Lincoln in 1864, time that
called for few words, told the public
in less than half column that he
would run again. And the people
did not want to swap horses while
crossing the river.
"Now is the waning twilight of the year;
Ger drowsy fields in sombre russell
drest
The goldenrod is blazing like torch
That lights the weary summer to her
rest"
In ancient times the memory was
cultivated in certain novel ways.
Lowell tells of diverting instance in
which youth saw salamander come
out of the fire. He told his grand
father and that old gentleman gave
the lad a sound beating in order te
assist him to remember so unique a
prodigy. Lowell remarks upon the
case that the beating doubtless had a
mnemonic value, if only for veracity.
X * x
Dear old Whittier! None of our
authors ever had more devoted affec-
ton among all the people, and none
more worthily. His long life left
nothing to be regretted. He was the
most thoroughly American of all
poets, and the young and old of the
generations to come will bless and
profit by his memory.
X X X
Ground yourself in the literature
of the English. Our own literature is
chiefly the offspring or theirs"
Goethe.
x *
'Uncle, is it true that we are decend,
ed from apes and balloons, as Darwin
says?"
'Well, nephew, 1 wouldn't monkey
with Darwin's theories until you are
a little older Notes.
I X X y
The masonic temple, at the corne,
of of State and Randolph streets
is remarkable chiefly for it's height
being handsomely though simply
trimmed on the outside. In counting
the stories the other day, we got up te
nineteen, and like many others esti-
mated the rest. In this way the
building is usually reported to have
twenty-five stories, a story or two be-
ing added each time in telling the
tale.