The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1895-08-31

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Then drop into his grave. and them
Whoever wrpte the following poem be
yond all doubt has colored the verses with
the charm Of autobiography: and with
many readers kindred feeling will spring
10 life as they per~ue the pathetic little
ballad of
TWENTY YEARS AGd.
have wandergi Ia the village. Tom. I've Slt L.
rpon the school hoa~e playing. wbici, sheltered
yuu ana ne.
Rui nonc an ief, tn know me Tom, aud few are
That playr,I upon the green just twenty years aga
The gras. :. ll,t sren. dear Tam. rorrfoo'e.i
Are Sporting JAS were then. with spirits just
gay
iiui the master sheep. upou the hill an coare, oer
That ann,ssi rs ,iiiing place. just twenty year,
ag0
Toe ola srheol hous' i, sltcr-l some the hcnche.
rePisccl
Ba, The ..sue obi iricSs an in the wall. the fcil
swings go ant fr,.
The intsies just ibc sans dear Tom. twas twenty
yyars aEa
Thc boys arr playing the same OIL game, beneath
80 f,rzrI H.. mann. ii>, now yon'yc play-i the
ssRc With
ou mat s@u,r sFss, 'twa. playei with knives by
throwing - and an
The sad-rs izad task to DO ihcre just twenty year,
aga
The river 9. rnnins si as still ihe willows On It.
AR la7evr than they werv. dear Ta,n. the .tr,am
apfsasS les> ig-s wi1c;
The rraie-vine "a ing s. ulined nov Ehrre once We
phyeri thr heHU
trsi swuig os5 sucs,hsar,s prc,ty gir. lsi twenty
yrarS avh
ras sgFinv ihsl iPl14e,i meath thc hlIi, ris~s by
l. ,c:y hiEh - iva, s,,cc s., iov ,hst We couti
Eu, spsslias down 60 rsi drink. dear Tom
To wv hos ss.ily l.l rhans,-i .inee t,ren,y war
aEw
Down by shs sprinr. upon an clan, you know cnr
yaIf .sss,hsaTt'. jas, iru,sth s, Taai. sui you dd
,asos hsar,lss. vrsics hs, T.scici the tars tra,
iass a. tss ese v b,-s paur yoa co, std ,wcnty
war aga
Ny ISIS have bong t~en try, ,iszF roFa. ba, tear.
i,hashi 4 h'r'I i5,cl 80 well ih..e Early broken
VISITED she obi esurehyara ANT ,s.s ,,ssc aower.
rr.,u ibe sTavr. a, tho.e we lovei. .o,,e t~en,y
yras aEp
s,s arr in i,sch,srrhyari iasi s,e sis,ep ,neaJh
Eu' sa arr is, 81 o,,r oil clAs. exepsinx you AMI
hHi vbcu ssr tiuse has rOs ,lssr T,,u ami 81 arv
ralirsi 80 g..
og-e iiey II ~ n where ,ge plays,i j,ss tcn,y
rears aep.
William knux Was born At Firth. Scot
land in lTs9 Tie wrote occasionally
until thirty years Of aye, after which
Jsriol he devoted bis entire time e. iitera
iurr. and gained considerable fame a. an
author but unfortunately drifting into dts
sipated habits his powers og brilliant pruniSe
Were wrecked and he sank into an early
grave at the age of SO. one memorial --
a beautiful expression, i, might be said Of
his own hte--reinains to guari his name.
om, Why SHorLn rHE SPIRIT oF MORTAL.
BIZ PRoUD?
or. uhy sbauaa the sJsirit Of mortal - tsrout.
Like . sFift aeetinz nei1r, fsst- lying clo'si.
4 sash uf fhf lightning . hrgak of The wave.
NAu faas.g-s frufa iiac 20 his rseI lii the grave
The leaves of she eak amt the willow will cate
b. scattsussi asasirsi ami Together he iahi'
Nns tnr yolax and The od and The low ani the
shall asSialisr so au,, aHi tolseshsr shall lie.
Ths infant mother aiteu.is,i and loye,i
The tsnthes ttlti infant RHsstian a hu proyesi,
fbc husband tiaat uletnsT AMI infant who bs>s-i,
Eseh, all. arr away to their dwellings, % rsi
The masi oa whose chrvs oa whose brew in
slos,e lsau,y atsi pleasure triuaps are by,
Ai'd the Haenory oi thasc aho l"vrd hrs as'd
A., aiiEe frgaa its, rsi,sis of the living era.s,
The haad ol th. king that the srgp,re hath torle
The hgpu oi the priest that the mttTc hath worn.
The vye u the ssse and the heart 81 thu brave.
An hiidrH and lost IN the depth oi ihc grave.
Tbs peasant w hnsa ioi was tn ssw and "a r,ap:
The hcrisuan. who ciimtssi with his sUats uP the
rhe h.sesr. - ho Wandcr,Si IN search Of his bread
Have fais'l away like lhc gr,s that ~ tf,sid-
The saint who euioyc,i the communion 81 heaven,
The sinner y ha dafsNi Ia Fetrain uuiorgiveu,
The Wi-s ani the foolish. the guilty and just
Have quietly mingled their h.snes in ihe dust,
~ The nultltnAs go-s like the noWerS or the Weet
That WitherS away To ics nthers sneettd.
~ the muitithie comes even tho=e We behold.
To reIeat ever tale that has ofteu h,-cn todd
For Ne arr the sane cur hthers have been
We ~ the sau3r sights uur atheF have secu-
We drink the same stream aud view the same sun,
AMI run tbs same c0ur~e our fathers have run.
The thoughts we arr thinking our father, would
think
From me death We are shrinking our fathers wouti
shrink.
To the lie We are eInging they also would cling;
But IL sTeCSis for ns all ike bini on the wing.
They Iays,l. hut the stoty va ,anno, unfnld.
They seorlad hat the heart Of the hanghty II cOid
They grieyed. bat no vail from their sumhcrS viii
They ioyei bur the tongue Of their sla,lness is
dumb
They died aye; .s,ey died: and things that are
Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow.
Who make in their dwellings transient aboie.
Meet the things that they met ON their pilgrimage
road
Yea hope AMI dispondenoy, pleasure and pain
We mingle together IN sunshine aud vain
And the Sniies and the tears. the song and fhe
stiu follow each other. like surge upon surge.
lis the wink of an eye tis the raught Of breath:
Prom the blossom of health 10 the laeneSS of DEATH
From .he giided saloon 10 the bier an the shroud-
oh, why should the spirit Of mortal be proud.
These stanzas are an acknowledged
favorite although they bear not the imprint
of lengthy acquaintance with the public,
Nothing is certain relative ta their produc-
tion-even the author name is concealed
in the mist of obScurity.
KISS HER AND TELL HER 50.
You've a neat little wife al home. John.
As sweet as yOu wish to see.
AS faithful and tender-hearted,
As true as d wife can be,
A genuine home-loving body
Not caring for fuss or show,
she's dearer to You than life, John,
Then kiss her and tell her
Your dinners are promptly served, John.
Likewise your breakfast and tea
Your wardrobe is always in order
With buttons, where buttons should be;
Your house is a coZy home nest John,
A haven of rest below,
You think she's Hre little treasure
Then kiss her and tell her 50,
shes good wife aud true to You, John,
Let fortune be foul or fair,
whatever comes 10 your lot, John,
She eheerfully hears her share,
YOu think she's brave time helper,
And perhaps, far more than you know,
Twill tighten her end OF the load, John,
Just 10 kiss her aud tell her 80.
There's eross-road somew here in life John,
Where a hand on guiding stone
WIN beekOn one over the river,
And the other must go on alone;
should she reach the last milestone nrst Johh,
Twill be comfort mid your woe,
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