The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1897-07-02

cry island floating down the meadow
stream, to the music of nymphs and |
the ripping of Eden waters. The bells 4
ring in joyous peal, and each stroke Of
the metal thrills the tramping multi |
tude with shock of indehnable enthu- |
siasm. Great thoughts of the glory |
and greatness of the country swell in
many a bosom, wholly unused to any
extraordinary emotions. With what
profound awe and admiration does
that youth stand yonder in the street,
now wildly gazing, with eyes and
mouth wide open, first at the crowd,
and then at the banners strung from
chimney to chimney, and steeple to
steeple! The town folks take him to
be an unripe vegetable, just because
he wears what he pleases-boots for
service. more than for squeaking-
coat bob-slkirted and gray, rather than
rudely Haunting and a bell-crowned
hat capricious enough to hold all the
gingerbread he can afford to purchase.
| Well. If he has no right to look as he
pleases. nor to thrust his hands deep
| into his pockets, in support of the in
dependent indifference of his posi-
ton, and on such a day, Of what avail
are all the boosted privileges of the
country?
1t is now towards burning noon. All
the shops and factories have turned
out their Haunting troops OF fashion
and beauty. Long professions, stream
ing with perspiration and begrimed
with clouds of the mother element.
are completing their everlasting cir
cults through the populous streets.
Squads of juvenile followers have fal-
len off. and musical instruments begin
to sound as though their owners, In
stead of desiring to give out much
more LIQUID martial melody, were In
need of some sort of liquid them
selves. The van members of the pro-
cession, having ended their journey
stand quite at ease, converting their
hats into fans: and, considering the
circumstances. look with very cool
c1mplacency upon the unfortunate
! ones who are left to bring up the rear.
| Soda fountains and small beer estab-
lishments are now in the height OF
[ operation. rack!-popple!-
} popple! and expelled stopples go whiz-
zing and booming from the foamlng
5 muzzles of angry bottles, now glad TO
break loose and take revenge for past
confinement. A thousand threats are
gurgling the delicious liquids, ana
twice that number of lips are smack
t ing, expressive of grateful satisfaction
,, much to the aggravation of innumer-
able youngsters who stand looking on
mournful from the want of few cop
+ pers, to enjoy similar indulgences.
n Beneath Docking pavilions, in crowd
e ed halls. or happily in the green grove
- at last gather the eager host. Fans
a fit like swarms of cooling phantoms
e before glowing faces, and the orator
i of the day opens with the ominou'
/ "Fellowcitizensr For an hour M
sinks and scars, generalizes from Rom'
to Plymouth, and becomes lost in Tn
immensely of themes. But now th'
grand festival is at hand. Toasts, mn
sic. cheers-and, then, there is no cal
culating how easily the responsibilitie
of the country weigh upon the mind
Of the well-feasted multitude.
I The day declines and the sun hover
in the west like Roman candle, films
I ing it's hazy light over the hills. Oh
there it glares. with great red eye
towards the east, as though winkin
in defiance of the monarchical power
beyond the Atlantic. The streets be
gin to echo the tread of tagging fee
Day pales into twilight, and, as tn
western star comes out, a rocket as
cends to greet it, and mock its distanc
lis AS darkness creeps over the lane
H. cape, lawns and parks darken wit
is human throngs; while windows, ba
n! comics and housetops tremble undt
n the weight of pyrotechnical gazer
ne Shout after shout rises through III
n smoky air like the murmurlngs of I'll
n sea. as the heavens glow with eccei
e. hric fires. in mimicry Of the fireworl
u of the armament. But the hour hi
d. zone by, and in the gloom of night II
In weary wanderers HE to their home
Of Silence and darkness draw their GU
TO tains over a sleeping nation, viii
he dreams of the departed day still lin
n err around Morning will soon con
IN again, and call forth the toiling mil
Ter ions to the heat and burden of
to weary day. But sleep now in peace,
for suffering sons and daughters of Mar
ost mondom! and dream We of liber
eel not your own, though a name dear. al
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