The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-05-31

inasmuch as nothing need rhyme except
the naughty words, and you can get 40
know where satan reigns- Nothing par
ucular rhymes TO heaven except eleven.
am You can't always work that IN, nut
Iool poetry can be run OUT Dy the yard,
and that Is the way publishers but So.
Inc fool poet Is not altogether the fool
mat ne or she looks, for once the poetry
other fool, who buys no end of copies and
sends them TO his friends.
Then. there is another fool
he hangs around first one and then Gn-
other public house bar until it would seem
as X his abiding place was Withlu The
sound OF the ice-pick and the juhilatiou OF
the syphon. He viii drink and drink
and drink-at somebody else's expense
and he is called a popular man and
sood Fellow. BY the bye. ] heard some
thing rather hard on the Americans the
otner day; An Englishman said 10 me: Il
asked fellow TO take drink with me-
ana he said he would prefer cigar. Now
asked him TO take drink for sociabii-
llyi 4 didn't invite him TO take smoke
or the price of a drink, and IL seems 90
me tnat II fellow don't want TO drink
win you % be chummy he ought TO re-
Iuse. II he asks for something else than
mat which you offered him, IL would be
just as sensible for him to say that ac
would take a porous plaster, or a dose
OF castor OIL or new handkerchief, or
a new scarf, or even the quarter ITSELF
Ihat Is where women are ahead of men.
Nhen you ask a woman TO have a cup of
Rut she doesn't say: NO, ! don't care
for any tea, but 1 will take its value in
needles, or sewing silk. or
skirt The tea and the drink both reDre-
sent sociability, and the guest has no
right 70 suggest substitute for what is
oIereu as hospitality. 1 can imagine
that anybody reading this would count
me more or less a wicked woman since
seem 10 know about treats and bar
men.
Personally, I am a believer i'm temper
ance, but l think people ought to be just
~ temperate with their words as with
their wine. and just as temperate in their
judgments as with their tea. Green tea,
taken strong, has done as much HARM If
not more, than whisky. And yet, how
good cup of tea is-of good tea; of that
kind of tea that, when the hot water is
put on 10, send up q fragrance like
thanksgiving; "a liquid without the crude
ness OF the green tea, and without the
bitterness of the black tea, is tea pure
ana simple. amber i'm color, exquisite of
taste ana Draclng in effect. This kind Of
tea has no bad aftertime. And so many
or our pleasures haVei If you dance an
night until broad daylight and go home
with the girls in the morning, your head,
not your heels, aches dreadfully, and the
ngures IN the day book waltz i'm the
queerest sort of fashion. If you COM
mence to play cards at 10 o'clock and
don't stop until the chimes of the milk
man are heard, you are too apt to be left
with one pink chip and no money for the
matinee. If you have an enhancing book
and read until the late night and early
morning meet how peculiar ones eyes
teel the next day. If you eat lobster and
sort shell crabs, and chicken, and as
paragus and strawberries, that nice way
in whipped cream, and almond cakes and
a few sweets, and a little more fruit, YOU
like it, but oh! how much better does
your doctor like it, and how rapidly does
your bill at the druggist run up. There
Is no pleasure in life that Is a pleasure
all the way through unless il is temper
ately taken oh, j know as well as YOU
do thar there is always a time when We
give all our love to one man.
When we are older and wiser. we divide
it between that one man and five small
babies. With a better return. Or else,
we dance, prance and play, and are joy
fully foolish until some day we are tired
Of it, And then we grow poly. If we had
been more temperate in our enjoyment, it
might have been spread over a whole life
tim, but we were too extravagant.
We gathered our rosebuds all at once;
we took all there We're. and behold ave
never had any full-bloom roses. And af-
ter all, they are the only ones worth hav-
ing. You can get at the heart of rose
and enjoy its sweetness. If the rosebud
nobody ever finds 1t out And life is only
worth getting a the heart Of things. We
men and women hide our hearts under fine
clothes and polite speeches, but once in a
while the heart gets the better of every
thing else and we know each other as we
really are. Don't, my friend, cover your
heart up too closely; don't let it be smoth-
cred under the folds of conventionality.
Let it live, beat and speak for itself and
we will all be the better for it. For hearts
are gregarious, and when your heart
speaks out and is its own self, somebody
else's heart comes to meet it, and your
neighbor wants to be there to see you at
your best; and | want to be there, even If
/ come in the form of a heart that beats
rather feebly and loves too much, and is
marked just in the center with those three
letters that mean that mine is me and I
am Bah