The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1897-07-25

there clv'nSo,lpn Wevayys sslrrea and
art comc forth and Join hanas with labor
aud genepl prosperity prevails, but
where labor Is degraded and the laborcr
dOspiscd for hvlng No, there, history says,
Is a backward, lgnorant people
The main power against witch ne.
pUbllealism has 10 contend, il greed. It
Is eyrrywhsrc, Il Is In the party ond out
Of H. and always against IT, Republican.
Ism has risen superior to It IN tho past
when greed wNs larger and the rcpubll.
can idea WIS In Us infancy As elvillsa.
ton increases In the world 80 win thc
rcpubllcan idea during all time, and In
tho face ot avariee and gr,ed
An thlngs work togcthcr for good "a
Thereron, as history Shove that an aa.
>Nnccmont IN civilization has been by
lghor and the advancement has hrcn
rpsL or alow according to tho place given
ltor In the puhllc estimation, aud Az
Toe republican idea Is To elevate and cn.
fehlc labor, the idea Is proven to be good,
and m things work togcthyr TO advance
that idea. Even grrcd has To help Il
al9ns In ,hc end The rnd OF a hos Is to
crease the srddle, or luhrlea;c bearing
once lyarpcd some French poetry.
uusuotlAg thr fate OF the selfish person.
vhich l submit
TOO LATE
"Ah' Vi Ia icunrsso savait--
5. la ri,llcsso panvalN"
Th5re sat an old man en- u rock
And uucclslng hcwallcd him OF fate
Tha, concern where We al must take
stock
rheugh our vote has no h,Nrlns or
weight;
And M old man sang an old old song
Never sang voice 80 clear aud strong
That It could drown the old mans, long.
For he sang the song Too latc' Too
latei
When w want. We have Tor our pains
The promise that II We but wait
T'ill the want Ia burned out OF our brains
Every means shall hc pr,scnt TO safe,
While We send for the napkin tho soup
gcts cold.
While the bonnet is trimming the face
grows old.
When we've matched the buttons the
pattern Is sold,
And everything comes too la,e-too late
when strawberries seemed like rcd
heavens
Torrapin stew Wild dream
When my brain was at sixca and sevens
II my mother had folks and lcc cream.
Then ! sazcd with lckcrish hunger
~ The restaurant man and fruit mongyr-
Hut OH how Wished l was younger
when the goodies an came In "a s,rcam
-in d stream
1--WE spl,ndd blood horse, and liver
That It Jars lu'o torture 10 trot
Ny roN-boat's The bcsi on The river
Sout makes every knuckle a knot
can buy hounil,ss credits on Parts, or
Rome,
But no palate ror mcpus'-no eye. Tor a
dome
Those. belonged TO tho youth Who must
tarry az home
When no home but AN astlc he'd got
he'd got!
How longod. in that loncst OF garrett.
Where the dies baked my brain. all July.
For ground to grow two bushels o,
carrots.
'wo pigs Of my own In niy.
rose bush-a little thaichcd cottage
Two spoons love--a hadn Of po,iaEr.
'ow In free stone sit-and my dotage-- !
With womans chair empty close by
close by
Al now. though ! sit on rock
have shared one ssot with u" Great
have sat. knowing naught Of The clock.
m Loves high throne of state.
'ut the lips thai; Kissed. and the arms
that carcssd
70 a mouth grown hard by delay were
pressed.
md cIrclcd a breast that their clasp had
blessed
Had they only not come too late. too
late"
p. f. stafford