The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1892-12-01

round wondering eyes from its cano-
pied willow carriage, as it is rushed
through the crowd by the careful
nurse, sons and daughters young and
fair, and gentle, and modest, keep step
in the throng with the vicious
and the debased. The simply clad
country girl SHES bashfully past the
rich city lady in glittering jewels and
costly ralnment; the elbow of the
eoatless laborer knocks against the
arm or joys the ribs Of banker or
merchant; the toiling woman with
the cries of Der sickly, half-ted, little
ones ringing in her ears, meets the
one who has money to waste on fool
ish fancies and aristocratic eXtrava-
gancies. CHANGING at the faces as
they come and 60, smiles of happiness,
frowns of pain, scowls of anger, traces
of grief, care and anxiety and signs of
misery and wickedness are plainly
discernable. And yet, the one wear
ing the brightest smile may have the
darkest thoughts; another with the
lightest step carry the heaviest heart.
One having the fairest face, perhaps,
is leading the vilest life, and oft-times
the gapest colors bedeck the saddest
soul. And the same blue sky hangs
over all, the same bright sun shines
upon all. The same wind, whether
lightest breeze or strongest gale, kisses
every cheek, and the same sullying
dust is ground under every foot.
Shall all ever pass that way again?
Who knows but by tomorrow's noon
day sun the voice of one out of the
throng may be hushed forever, the
tired, aching feet taken their last
step. In one home there is sorrowing
and vacant chair, but the sidewalk
does not know it, and the hum of
voices and tramp of feet will go on,
just the same. AS when b 'cket of
water is dipped from q flowing
stream, no vacuum appears, the
stream flows on as before and nothing
is missed. AS times moves on with d
ceaseless, noiseless tread, building
tombs for one and all, change of
some kind will come over each indi-
vidual. Laughing lips will learn to
moan, sad faces beam with joy, many
innocent ones will wander into paths
of wickedness, and some hayward,
sinful ones be called back into the
straight and narrow way. The care
less and INDECENT toll for their daily
bread, the patient toiler enjoys rest
and plenty; the banker become beg
gar, and the hireling a millionaire.
Aye, the proud lady that glories
in her silks and jewels, may
in the cold, damp gloom of death be
hurried into pauper's grave and the
tramp that asked for cold victuals at
her kitchen door be entombed with
honors and marble shaft mark his
last resting place. But a picture has
surface only, and it is hardly fair to
thus speculate upon the inner natures
of the figures composing this piano.
rama. Their loves and hates, hopes
and fears, joys and sorrows, VIRTUES
and vices, dreams, cares and heart
aches, are not for the sidewalk, are
they for us lockers on? Yes. to some
extent, for us to see and kn6w when
the motive is to help, cheer, guide,
guard, raise, teach and comfort, but
not for idle curiosity, gossip and med
ding.
When few short years in their noiseless flight
Shall have taken all these away,
viii there yet be Just such crowd at night?
And just such a crowd in the day?
Will men be as wicked and women as frail,
For aught that have done?
VIII crime and sorrow send up such wall,
When the race of my life is run ?
DELPLUNE