The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-03
lies happy with the angels now

Hes happy with the angels now
On that far golden shore
ana since he went to heaven above
mere s peace on earth once more"
BY the Neigh5ors.
That sort Of thing ALWAYS touches
me, observed Twain, as he dashed
drop from his eye Don't mind my en,o-
.l9h, its always relief to me to weel,
Here Is another from little huddle OF
Mdlis whose parent and protector had
neeli cut down, and whom they were abour
70 ME away In the tomb. 10 tells its own
homely story Of heartache and fIiaI grief:
Fathers In heaven; his body is dead.
Ana silent, cold and still.
"hea Nv we orphans get back from the
We're going to bust the Will"
BY His Children.
And here" continued Twain mus,ns-
~, as ne selected a third lis the praf-
IhhS innocence Of childhood. Jimmy Is
ee5iI, ana MS little companions offer the
ISl9Mins explanation. Dickens Death
has done: '''-9
Jimmy ate an unripe pippin:
lie know IL wasn't right
Inc angels flOated down to us
ana collected James that night.
ana since then all US boys have been
Behaving out of sight"
by His Playmates.
r, You read" sobbed Twain, covering his
ing the manuscript with his disengaged
hand; You read. The grief of artiess
chlidhood cuts me to the heart and un-
This said Twain, when he had again
Grown calm, comes from stricken wo-
man. IL Is only four lines. but 1t tells
tne Wnole sorroWful chapter:
lie died. and my life, which was sad be-
Beheld its fears Increased;
ror' when Algernon sought the shining
My alimony ceased"
.,, BY His Divorced Wife
nosed Ier nov, remarked Twain. quite COM
hoped. 1 feel stronger now. An. now
comes one which IS warm and Instinct
M gcy., an unbrldled solicitude. There are
leW democrats 90 whose sympathies AZ
would not appeal. 1t is the little matters
ssch as THIS. fresh from the best nature
H. nan sdi, whlch make the green tree and
INC Iouhtaln-the oasis. II you please-in
tent LIS
Our hearts are sad and lonely.
since the general went away
To climb the stairs of pearl Ind gold
Ana md eternal day
He was an earnest worker.
with a throat forever dry.
we wonder how he's making out
with the seraphs In the sky
We hope the generals happr.
stlll, unless the folks have lied,
seTaphs don't make gin rickeys,
nor give settler on the side"
By His Barkeep
This tribute IS the heart moan ~
Wlfe, observed Twain while n n,i.@
again began to cloud his eve. siW' h@n
YOU ~, near H. you viii say 1t is a cry iroin
Dear Henry's dead and I'm borne down
10y an avalanche OF care.
must collect the life insurance,
ana settle what to wear
Ills pam Is Ger, he's hapDy now.
would not call him back.
won iook bad as widow, and
= 4ooA beautiful IN black"
by His Bereavod Helpmeet
And now" said Twain. we come to
tho last. 1t does not wiring me like ~
others 1t speaks OF grief, but there a
sordid monotone of money through N
Al which makes It ignoble. sun, eve
inc creditor class have rights. l. ms
self, always try to treat a creditor wi n
respect. even kindness. Tho regret e..
IS at least entitled to the softening effect
Of the doubt.
our tears fall fast above the little
Which hides his breast.
John owed us $4,000
When he found rest
"He never left a penny when he winged
To realms aloof,
Whate'er went with him cones alasI
Twas fireproof.
And so we moan and mourn together
For John who's dead.
For. while twas John who pinned and suf-
fered,
Twas we who bled."
BY His Creditors.
Now" concluded Twain, as he care
fully returned the treasures to his desk
II feel immensely better. There's some-
thing about those little poems which re-
freshes me as might the cold waters OF
a spring."
Then he filled cob pipe and changed
the subject.