The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1895-01-06


larger size than that of ordinary freckl s are
produced by exposure TO the sun. the affection
receives the name OF ephells. CongentaI
spots cannot be removed by any applications;
but those which depend on exposure may be
treated with soothing lotions or llDments, as
an emulsion of sweet almonds, or mixture or
lime water and almond oil. Pigmentary
navus is the name given cOngeDital dark dlsco.
Grafton of the skin, with little or no elevation
OF the surface, aud often covered with hair. 1t is
perfectly harmless and should not be inlerfered
with. Ovid. the Roman poeI, who was born
forty-three years before our Savior. and who
was the author Of The Art of Love-" wrote:
1.-THE entrais of crocodiles are excellent To take
freckles or spots from the face aud 10 whiten
the skim" AS Pharos, an island at the mouth
OF the Nile, abounded in crocOdileS. the pot
advised those who were swarthy and fIeckled
to use Pharian wash.
II swarthy, to the Phariau varnish fly.
II you are troubled With freckles and they
prove such an annoyance that you must get rid
of them. you Lad better consult dernatolOgist,
for II you attempt TO use anything on your face,
following the instructions you may find in some
paper. you take chances Of spelling the beauty
of face you may wish 10 improve. There Is
hardly a compound, be 1t balSam, pomade or
lotion that does not contain some potent in
gredent that VIII dlsfgnre unless used by d.
rrctlon OF some one who knows the power and
effects of such. If young lady has a beau that
is so fastidiOuS that lie cannot love her because
she has freekles, she had better [ II him, "if
you love me, love my freckles,' and if he does
not Ia g the hint, she had better return him his
presents and give him what the French call
"son congo.
THE SICK SToCK-RIDER.-M. e. c., Visalia,
Cal. The words of the poem entitled "Tne
Sick SGock-rider" have been kindly furnished by
Mrs. W. Mcdowell OF Petaluma. 1t was pub
lished in Century of Australian Song"
THE SICK sToCK-RIDER.
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more and
Law me in he shade.
Old man, you've had your work cut out to guide
hNId int has a u uhan
All through:the hot. slow, sleepy, silent ride.
The dawn at Moorabinda was mist rack dull
The sunrise was a suilen, sluggish lamp;
l was doing in the gateway at Arbuthnors
/ was dreaming on the Limestone cattle camp.
We crossed the creek at Carrck's ford, and
sharply through the haze
And suddenly the sun shot flaming forth;
To southward lay katawa with the sandpeaks
And the flushed fields of Glen Lomond lay TO
Now westward winds the bridle-path that leads
And wonder looms the double headed Bluff;
From the TAI side of the first hiil when the skies
are clear and calm,
You can see Sylvester's wOodshed clear enough.
Five miles we used t. cali 1t from our homestead
Where the Ois tree spans the roadway like an
arch;
Twas here we ran the dingo down that gave us
Eight wears ago-or was it nine ?-last March
Twas merry in the glowing morn among the
To wander rs we've wandered many a mile.
Aud brow the cool TOBACCO cloud and watch the
white Wreaths pass,
Sitting loosely in the saddle all the while.
Twas II try mid the bIackwoods, when we spied
the station roof,
10 wheel the wild scrub cattle at the yard
With running fire OF stockwnps and fiery run
OH the hardest day was never then too hard.
Aye, we had glorious galop after starlight"
When they boiled from Sylvester's on the fat;
How the sun-dried reed-bed5 cracked, Low the
finI-strewn ranges rang
To the strokes Of AOuntatneer ana Acrobat.
Hard behind them III the timber, harder still
across the heath,
Close be ina them through the tea-tree scrub we
dashed;
And the golden.tinted fern leaves, how they
Tusted underneath;
We led the hunt throughout Ned, on the chest
nut and the gray,
And the troopers were three hundred yards De-
While we emptied our sxsnooters on the bush
In the creek with stunted bay-tr for a blind!
there you grappled with the leader man to man
ana horse to horse,
And you rolled together when the chestnut
He blazed away and missed you in that shallow
watercourSe-
A narrow snave-his powder sInged your beardi
In these hours when life is ebbing how those days
Come back TO us; how clearly 1 recall
Even the yarns JACK Hall invented and the songs
AND where are now Jem Roper and Jack Hall?
Ayei nearly all our comrades OF the ola COLONIAL
school,
Our ancient boon companions, Ned, are gone:
Hard-livers for the most part, somewhat reckless
rule.
1t seems tuat you and are left alone
There was Hughes, who got in trouble thr gh
that business with the cards,
1t matters little what became of him:
But steer ripped up Macpherson in the Cora
minta yards,
And sullivan was drowned at Sink-or-Swim;
And MOstyn-poor frank Mostyn-died at last,
fearful wreck,
In the "norrors" at the Upper Wandinong.
And Carrisbrooke. the rider, at the Horsefall
broke his neck.
Faith the wonder was he saved his neck so long.
Ah!.ihose days ana nights we squaudered at the
Logans IN the glen
The Logans, man and wife. have long been d 9 ad,
Elsie's tallest girl taller than your little
Elsie then,
And Ethel is a woman grown aud wed.
Eve had my share OF pastlme and Pve done my
And life IS short-tbe longest life a span:
/ care OF to tarry for the Tor the oil,
Or for wine that maketh glad the heart OF man.
For good undone aud gifts m1sspent I'd resolu-
lions vain.
IT'S somewhat late TO trouble This know
l should live the same life over, if l had TO live
again:
And the chances are go where most men go.
The deep blue skies wax dussy, and the tall green
trees grow dim.
The sward beneath seems to rise and fall;
And sickiy, SMOKY shadows through the sleepy
sunlight swim,
And on the verV SUMS face weave their pail.
Let me slumber ia the hollow where the waffle
blossoms wave,
Should the sturdy station children pull the bush
flowers on my grave