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The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-05-22
PART I.

= PART I.
We had been travelling all day-that
Is to say, all but a two-hours' halt to
rest ourselves and horses while the sun
stood overhead and the stagnant air of
the forest path had grown too hot and
sitting for the free use of European
lungs. We had started early while the
eastern sky was tightening to the first
rosy blush of the dawn, with our little
party Of four mounted men and two
pack horses. Following our Mahom-
medan native guide, we had plunged
into the dim depths of the Jungle Hour
after hour we had journeyed on
through the lonely forest path, our
horse-hoofs making scarcely sound
on the mossy track, our spirits de-
pressed by the solemn silence of the
primeval forest, our voices, when we
did speak, hushed almost to whisper
by the influence of the scene.
Gradually the heat had increased as
the sun rose higher and higher over
head. There was not a breath of air
stirring in the jungle path; not the
faintest breeze stirred the canopy of
leaves through which, here and there,
the hot sunshine fell in great splashes
of gold upon the path,
My friend Crawford was Just behind
our guide, whose turban could be seen
cleaning some way ahead among the
jungle shrubs that frnged the path,
and / and the other native attendant,
who led a pack horse bearing our tent,
followed, the last of our party. 1 was
in bad temper, and perhaps I had
some excuse. l was tired; l was hot;
was more than little disposed to ac-
cuse myself of being a fool to allow
myself to be persuaded into going on
a wildgoose chase to please Crawford
The thought has just passed through
my mind when a sudden hail from my
friend in front arrested me. "Come. on,
Hail." he shouted; here We are at
last!"
And about time, too" I replied, as
I dealt my sluggish pony kick in the
ribs to encourage him to a rather live
lier pace. In two or three minutes
had reached them where they had come
to a standstill at the edge Of the for
est, and found my companion eagerly
examining the view that lay before
him. My first impulse was to follow his
example, and my attention was instant
ly arrested by great sheet of water
which appeared to occupy most of the
foreground. Behind it and on either
side there rose the higher range of the
western hills, now throwing shadows
across both land and water at their
feet. The lake itself seemed to wind
among their hidden recesses, while on
the left the hills descended abruptly
into the water. On the side nearest to
where we stood, however, the slope was
very gradual for perhaps half a mile
from the margin of the lake. An OBJ
ject standing near the middle of the
slope was clear and prominent 1t was
one of those abrupt masses of rock
frequent on the southeast coast of the
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ground for miles. Mans work was rep
resented only by decay, but nature had
been kind: vast trees shot up from
amidst the heaps of ruined masonry,
their pyramids of leaves glittering in
the level flood Of golden light; each
crumbling wall was draped with lux
uriant wealth of leaf and flower; each
shapelesS mound of rubbish was
clothed with a living garment of green
creepers. From the spot where we had
pitched our tent we could readily trace
the course of what looked like one of
the great thorougihfares of the city
of the past-an irregular avenue
which led the eye insensibly onwardS
and upwards to the frowning mass of
oVerShadoWing black rock whose shad-
ow fell threateningly across the plain.
My interest had unconsciously CEN
tered so strongly on the strange and
suggestive scene that had only been
half conscious Of the meaning of what
Crawford had said, but his last words
arrested my attention, and brought me
back to the practical consideration of
our object and the possibility of car
rying 1t out. If we could only find
the hall! Yes, that, after all, was the
point at which it looked as If Craw-
ford's dream must fail, and our ex-
pedition end with no better result than
a few days Of discomfort recompensed
only by the sight of the ruined city.
But was it, after all, so hopeless?
''The black and ancient hail." NUT
tered to myself, as 1 followed the lines
of heaps and hummocks that stretched
back into the encroaching shadow of
| the hills. Nothing remained that even
| imagination could torture into the
semblance of hall fit for the dwelling
of Buddha. A larger mound than usual
indeed, rose here and there, crowned
| with trees and buried in a mass of
| green leaves, but of a temple with its
stately walls and widespreading courts,
there was not a sign. Deeply buried, it
might be, the wreckage. of the long
centuries, one of these shapeless
masses might contain the hall of Budd-
ha, and hide the treasure, twice hid
den, of the beloved but If so no glance
of the moonlight could penetrate the
spot or disclose the jewels. 1t was alb
surd-the whole thing was too hope
less!
ITO Be Continued)
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The Death of the Flowers.


The melancholy days have come. the sad
dest of the year,
OF wailing winds, and naked woods, ana
meadows brown and sere;
Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the
autumn leaves lie dead;
They rustic to the eddying gust, and to the
rabbits tread;
The robin and the wren are flown, ana
from the shrubs the jay,
And from the wood-top calls the crow
through all the gloomy day..
Where are the flowers. the fair young
flowers, that lately sprang and stood
In brighter light and softer air, peau-
teous sisterhood2
Alas they all are in their graves, the gen
tie race of flowers
Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair
and good of ours.
The rain is falling where they NE, but the
cold November rain
Calls not from out the gloomy earth the
lovely ones again,
The wind-hower and the violet, they per-
ished long ago,
And the brier-rose and the orchis dles
amid the summer glow;
But on the hill the golden-rod, and the
aster in the wood,
And the yellow srnhower by the brook In
autumn beauty stood,
Till fell the frost from the clear, cold
Heaven, as falls the plague of men,
And the brightness of their smile was
gone, from upland, glade and glen.
And now, when comes the calm, mid day,
as still such days will come,
To call the squirrel and the bee from out
their winter home;
When the sound of dropping nuts is heard,
though all the trees are still,
And twinkle in the smoky light the waters
Of the rill,
The south wind searches for the flowers
whose fragrance late he BORE
And sighs to find them in the wood anu
by the stream no more.
And then think Of one who in her youth
full beauty died,
The fair meek blossom that grew UP and
faded by my side.
In the cold moist earth we laid her, when
the forests cast the leaf,
And we wept that one so lovely should
have life so brief;
Yet not unmeet ii was that one, like that
young friend of ours,
So gentle and so beautiful, should perish
with the flowers.
William Cullen Bryant.
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My steps are nightly driven
Hymn.

(Sung at the completion Of the Concord
Monument, April 49, 1861
BY the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flags TO Aprils breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the
world.
The foe long sirce in silence slept;
Alike the conquered silent sleeps,
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream WHICH seaward
creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their dead redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, or leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
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Night shall rest upon the secret place
where lie the hidden treasures Of the
beloved one
And that's the lot is it?" I asked,
as Crawford laid down the piece of
leaf, or whatever 1t was.
Eyes, and come to look at It fairly
from an Indian point of view. that is
/ don't know that you could expect
more than that. 1t really is plain
enough, so far as 1t goes"
"It may be-" remarked "but I'm
hanged if / can see it-plain as IT Is.
What do you make of 1t yourself?"
well, of course. the place OF the
slumber of Sondavalla, Is only Pail for
his grave. Everybody knows that the
moon is either Queen or Regent of the
Night, according to taste in this part
of the world. l have a sort of idea that
her highest throne is only an express
ion thrown in to signify along with her
uncovered face, the height of the fun
moon, and it is pretty plain that there
is some arrangement by which the
moonlight falls on the spot where the
treasure is hidden, or was hidden when
this was written. 1t seems all plain
sailing enoungh If we can only find the
hall, which is, no doubt, an old Budd-
hist temple"
AS listened to his explanation there
seemed, almost for the first time, to
be something In It. A hundred wild
tales of Indian treasure found through
+, the slenderest clues came back to my
memory as he spoke. Meanwhile my
eyes rested on the scene where spread
cut before my eyes, the ruins of the
forgotten city of the long dead Son.
davalla lay bathed in all the splendors
of the setting sun. could see 1t plain
ly now. 1t was a ruin, indeed. Shape
less heaps that once had been vast
buildings; formless mounds of rubbish
all that was left of stately palaces
and gorgeous temples-cumbered the
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that is safe and sure. Here's proof, Will you
Mr.. +. F. Thompson, Beal House, Ches-
ter, Pa, says: " For six weeks / suf-
fered tortures with rheumatism in my
limbs. was compelled to give up my
work and took to my bed for part of
the time. l tried several remedies rec
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relief Finally l called at Munyon's of
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yon's Rheumatism Cure. / began taking
It, and felt relieved from the beginning.
Four bottles have made complete
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Copyright, 1897, b y Hugh H. Lusk.

tered round their base. This one
showed no signs of Notifications, but
the dark and frowning mass that rose
nearly two hundred feet above the sur
rounding land irresistibly suggested
the purpose to which in a bygone age
of violence it must naturally have lent
itself.
At last I turned to Crawford, who
was still studying the scene, with the
question. "Well, do you think this is
the placer"
Yes" he replied, without taking his
eyes from the landscape, this is Mini
hiri Rama, and these must be the ruins
I of Aranapura."
/ glanced round once more and then
The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-05-22

New York, May 21.-If all goes well. New
York-that is. Greater New York-will
have a city hall that will make Philadel-
phians pause and wonder why they could
ever see any beauty in their own gorgeous
hotel de Vile. The plans now In the pos
session of Mayor Strong are those pre-
pared by the noted architect and cabir ct
officer OF Italy, f. L.. Santi, who drew
them at the request of Premier Crispi, who
purposed to build a new capitol for Italy
In Rome. Before Crispis dream could be
realized his ministry had fallen and the
architectural dream of Signor Sanu was
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The Arrow and the Song.

shot an arrow into the air,
1t fell to earth, 1 knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
1 breathed a song into the air.
1t fell to earth, knew not where;
For who has sight, so keen and strong,
That it can follow the fight of song?
Long, long, afterward, in an oak,
l found the arrow still upbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
l found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry W. Longfellow.
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case is a sculptured figure. The second
liVened by bits of sculpture syunbolizing
civic affairs. Exteriorly and interiorly
Signor Sanu has provided most ornate
symbolism, the crown of which on the
second floor, is a group representing Co
lumbia standing upon a chariot drawn by
six horses. Towers rise from the ends Of
the main facade, each bearing a seven
sided clock dial. Three subordinate domes
merge into a main dome $50 feet high. The
main dome is a copy OF Michael Angeles
famous ST. Peters. The cost of the
building should be 5000, 900. but Greater
New York cannot have too fine a city hall.
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never realized. OF course II the new civic
Santi the building will not be nearly so
large as that contemplated by its creator,
but the design will be preserved and New
world. His plans, as revised for a city
hail, cali for a structure 200 feet long and
100 feet deep. 1t is two stories above the
basement, and the style is in the Floren-
primary courses of the building are laid
In either granite or marble. A wide stair
way leads TO platform, from which
ascend minor staircases to a grand inte-
rior balcony. AT either side Of the grand
The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-05-22
On a Bust of Dante.

See, from this counterfeit of him
Whom Arno shall remember long,
How stern OF hneament, now grim,
The father was of Tuscan song;
There but the burning sense Of wrong,
Perpetual care and scorn, abide;
Small friendship for the lordly throng;
Distrust of all the world beside.
Faithful if this wan image be,
No dream his life was-but tight!
Could any Beatrice see
A lover in that anchorite?
To that cold Ghibelines gloomy sight,
Who could have guessed the visions
came
OF Beauty yelled with heavenly light,
In circles of eternal flame?
The lips as Cumae's cavern close,
The checks with fast and sorrow thin,
The rigid front, almost morose,
But for the patient hope within,
Declare a life whose course hath been
Unsulhed still, though still severe,
Which, through the wavering days of sin,
Kept itself icy-cha5te and clear.
Not wholly such his haggard look
When wanderit once, forlorn, he
strayed,
With no companion save his book,
To Corvos hushed monastic shade;
There, as the Benedictine laid
His palm upon the convents guest,
The single boon for which he prayed
Was peace, that pilgrims one request.
Peace dwells not here-ths rugged face
Betrays no spirit. of repose;
| The sullen warrior sole we trace,
The marble man of many woes.
| Such was his mien when first arose
The thought Of that strange tale divine,
When hell he peopled with his foes
Dread scourge of many guilty line.
| War to the last he waged with all
| The tyrant canker--worms of earth;
Baron and duke in hold or hall,
Cursed the dark hour that gave him
birth:
| He used Romeo's harlot for his mirth;
| Plucked bare hypocrisy and crime;
| But valiant souls of knightly worth
Transmitted to the rolls Of Time.
| Oh Time: whose verdicts mock our own,
The only righteous judge art thou.
| That poor, old exile, sad and lone,
| Is Latium's other Virgil now
Before his name do nations bow;
His words are parcels of mankind.
Deep in whose hearts, as on his brow,
The marks have sunk OF Dante's mind
-Thomes William Parsons.
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The Doorstep.

The conference meeting through at last,
We boys around the vestry waited,
To see the girls come tripping past
Like snow birds willing to be mated.
Not braver he that leaps the wall,
By level musket flashes litten,
Than l, who stepped before them all,
Who longed to see me get the mitten.
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Bedouin Song.

From the Desert come to thee
On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind
In the speed of my desire.
Under the window / stand,
And the midnight hears my cry;
/ love thee, l love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are Old,
And the leaves Of the Judgment Book
unfold
Look from thy window and see
My passion and my pain,
l lie on the SANDS below,
And l faint in thy disdain.
Let the night winds touch thy brow,
With the heat Of my burning sigh,
And melt thee to hear my vow
OF love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are oid,
unfold!
My steps are nightly driven
BY the fever in my breast,
To hear from my lattice breathed
The word that shall give me rest,
Open the door of thy heart,
And open thy chamber door,
And my kisses shall teach thy lips
The love that shall fade no more,
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are o.d,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book
unfold!
-Bayard Taylor.
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The First Snow Fall.

The First Snow Fall.
The snow had begun in the cleaning,
And busy all the night,
Had been feaping field and highway
With silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermne too dear for an earl
And the poorest twig on the elm tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl,
From the sheds new-roofed with Carrara,
Came Chandeliers muffled crow,
The stiff rails were softened to swans
down
And still futtered down the snow.
l stood and watched by the window,
And the noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden furries of snow birds,
Like brown leaves whirling by.
] thought of a mound in sweet Auburn,
Where a little headstone stood;
How the flakes were folding it gently,
AS did robins the babes in the wood.
Up spoke out little Mabel,
Saying: Father, who makes 1t snowy
And l told of the good All-F'ather
Who cares for us here below.
L
And thought Of the leaden sky.
That archcd DER our first sorrow,
When that mound was heaped so high.
1 remember the gradual patience
That fell from that cloud like snow,
Flake by fake healing and hiding
The scar of our deep-plunged woe.
And again to the child I whispered:
1.-THE snow that husheth ALL
Darling, the merciful Father
Alone can make it fall
| Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;
| And She kissing back, could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister,
Folded close under deepening snow.
| james Russell Lowell.
A Song.
Bring me the Juice of the honey frurt,
| The large translucent, amber hued;
| Rare grapes of southern isles, to suit
| The luxury that fills my mood.
! And bring me only such as grew
| Where fairest maidens tend the bowers,
| And only fed by rain and dew
| Which first had bathed bank of flowers.
| They must have hung on spicy trees
| In airs of far enchanted vaies,
| And all night heard the ecstacies
OF noble-throated nightingales.
| So that the virtues which belong
To flowers may therein tasted be,
| And that which hath been thrilled with
song,
May give a thrill of song to me.
| For l would wake that string for thee
Which hath toe long in silence hung,
| And sweeter than all else should be
The song in which thy praise is sung.
| -Thomas Buchanan Read.
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Selected by Richard Henry stoddard.
The Last Leaf.

The Last Leaf.
/ saw him once before,
And he passed by the door,
And again
The pavement stones resound,
AS he totters DER the ground
With his cane.
They say that in his time,
Ere the pruning knife of Time
Cut him down.
Not a better man was found
BY the crier on his round a
Through the town.
But now he walks the streets,
And he looks at all he meets
Cold and van.
And he shakes his feeble head
That It seems as If he said,
"They are gone"
The messy marbles rest
On the lips that he has prest
In their bloom,
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many O. year
On the tomb.
My grandmamma has sai0E
Poor old lady, she is dead,
Long dkO-
That he had a Roman nose,
And his cheek was like u rose
In the snow.
But now his nose is thin,
And it rests upon his chin
Like staff:
And a crook Is in his back,
And a melancholy crack
In is laugh.
know it Is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here;
But the old, three-cornered hat
And the breeches, and all that,
Are so queer
And II should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree,
In the spring
Let them smile, as do now,
AT the old forsaken bough
Where ! cling.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes.
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To Helen.

Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, DER a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
10! in yon brilliant window niche
How statue-like 1 see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
All, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Holy Land!
Edgar Allan Poe
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The other
day a New
Yorker started
across Broad
way. He was
in the heyday
of ambitious,
vigorous
youth. A puff
of wind blew
an insignif-
cant, almost
-