The Port Gibson reveille., 1894-03-30


scarce show spear-green sod.
but wait for another Aaron.
ana The bloE OF bis quichening rod.
Never wild voice quAvers.
Never song bird trills
Oniy tho warm light wavers
oyer the desolate hills.
rlodding, the pilgrim passes
Patient, the shepherds 20.
seeking the tender grasses
Far In the wales below.
Shade there Is nowhere growing
VIDE as the eye can sweep;
founts there are nowhere flowing
Down from the rocky steep.
only The vulture veering
hign like wind-blown wcft,
Only the poppy peering
Out from the ragged cleft.
once there were orchards leeming,
once there were pastures fair.
Once there were vineyards cleaning,
:. 0reen IN the golden air.
NOW there Is desolRtion.
Ihen there was beauty, then
Fiourished naughty naiion
STRONG with It's million men.
How Is ITS glory shattered
Dust are its priests and kings;
lie sons OF its sons are scattered
/ nNeA vi AAc hNlIk MlIQH MiNEH.
Inelr doom is whole worlds scoruing.
Yet where is the soul but thrills
beholding the light Of morning
On the broad Judean hills
Clinton Sco7ard.
Tommy's Ambition eff | had a
flying machine," said Tommy, "and
nobody else didn's have one, | know
what | would do. | would 20 and
get nice, big island and declare
myself an Independent nation. And
then ! would go to Washington and
London and Paris and Berlin and
the rest of 'em, and float over the
city with my machine with LOT
Of dynamite and make 'em acknowl-
edge my independence"
Public Library Official (tearing mp
ard)-What chump let you have a
book on that card? Il expired
month ago. Ncar-sighted Party
He was sour-looking, light com.
plexioned young ass with curly hair
and-why, it was you = Chicago
Tribune.
Dimling Ceiling his story)-Well,
when reached the river the last
ferry-boat was gone. could see it
approaching the opposite side. So /
sat down to think it over. Totling
with deep interesl)-And did you
succeed in getting it back by that
method ?-Brooklyn Life.
Her Eyes: Farmer Hodge (read-
ing novelette)-pm ont Of oil pa
tience with that Gladys Fitzallwyn
in the story-ihe way she's abusing
her beautiful eyes. She dom de-
serve TO have mono. Mrs. Hodge
What's she been doing now Farm
er Hodge-This book is full OF it.
First she threw her eyes up to the
ceiling, and then let them drop on
the floor then she darted them
down long corridor and rested them
on the cool waters of the lagoon.
Then she must have called them back
somehow, for it says she baihed them
in sad, salt tears, wiped them, and
swept them with long lashes. Once
she was fool enough to rivet them on
the dome, and when / left Off she
was fixing them on a mantel..-
Vogue.
Visitor-Johnnie, what is That aw-
ful noise in your back yard ? Rev.
Amen's Youngest-That's pa prac-
ticing his vacation cough.
Struggling Pastor-"Where are
my slippers ?" Wife--s'The last
pair you had were so worn out that
had to throw them away" "Hayen't
| any more ?" "No, the people have
not been sending slippers for several
years." "Humph These comic
papers ought to be suppressed. IN.
Y. Weekly.
81 don't see what's the use of my
being vaccinated again." said Tom
my, barring bis arm reluctantly for
the doctor. "The human body |
every seven years, Tommy"
replied his mother. "You are eleven
years old now. You were in your
fourth year when you were yaccinated |
first, and it has run out" 'sWell, / |
was baptized when / was baby. |
Has hat run out, too f"-Chicago |
Tribune.
Shrewd Doctor-I see what's the |
matter it's mental strain-too much |
worry. Business Man-What do You
advise "a change of scene."
"Where to ?" "Oh, to any country
where there is no extradition treaty"
The young man in the dress suit
had attended festive social gather
ing in the Auditorium Building, and
was slowly vending his way home
ward. "0ff'sher," he said address
ing policeman at the street corner,
'swh-where en- | get a cab "If
You will go two blocks west and one
block SOUTH" replied the officer, siz-
ing him up as he spoke, "yon will
zee two cabs. Climb into the first
one. The other one won't be there. +"
Chicago Tribune.
"Say, Ruggles, you haven't been
1t any meetings Of the Single Tax
Club for two months. Been sick ?"
mo. I've been looking after some
gacant town lots | inherited lately
from an uncle. "-Chicago Tribune.