New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-09-13

Anna Edith Smith sends the following poem for
the Sunshine column:
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere beyond the limitess space
That mantles the stars. there IS q place
se1 s when where sns &c Sw
i !, sn not d found IN the deep blue sky
So 'hs Ssp waers whose swfSy y crest
ashsd by h the n storm and h finds no rest
ss' tn, hS' esrs as p
Nowhere on this realm. from pole 70 pole
+! :sme%ss sss above s:m. hmm,
Srs S,te is So esn
%ss1e m MAILS r n wnSss sew
..somewhere" beyond Hes wsarlsCme night.
Where nansht can disturb their peaceful rest
That falls from flowers which ever bloom;
Where the great Redeemer dwells-ts there!
T. s. s. members will be glad 10 know that Mrs
Emile ID. Martin, superintendent OF the Depart
ment OF Purity in Literature and Art OF the Ma
tona Woman's Christian Temperance Union has
accepted tho presidency Of the Woman.s Christian
shine Society; also the same ONCE IN the SnaS.
society. Her address is No. | Broadway
box Of paper dolls and doll furniture has been
received from Helen Decker, and a box Of doles
came yesterday from Bessie Russell
President-General Of the T. S. S.: These lines.
taken from lovely book have been reading, re-
mind me Of the work rou are doing. Perhaps you
may care to put them In your column:
Oh! II in all this wide wide, weary world. the
hearts that could chime their JOY and chant their
spTf IN n harmony nc could only beat together every
heart a chamber called Peace" l.. c. D.
l.. c. D.-send your full name and address.
President General OF the T. S. s.: Pure olive
OIL applied with tiny brush at once. will cure
without itching bites Of poisonous insects Taken
internally and used freely externally /. will cure
mos, snake bites. II used a; once. a young man In
New-orleans during plague OF fever, owed his
Of pure olive oil For flea and mosquito bites I
can testify to It's efficiency sl s;y., Yours truly
{. SINCLAIR WOODWARD.
President General OF the T. s. S.. Mrs. II. NJ
Nesm,h will find Beautiful Things" in "Li,teirs
Living Age" No I.7S7 april 81. 1888. The author
y r"e'' T. ''"'''0"' ''' MARY GsY A. BARNEY.
Mary A. Barney is entitled to a cluD badge.
President-General OF the T. s. S. inciose Q
verse which perhaps. will bring cheer TO some poor
sufferer. as it did to me. | also send a recipe
which know Is worth trying Truly yours, ".
pin has been sent you and your name is oni
the T. S. s. roll.
Presiden,-General OF the T. S. s.: The sweet
lines ITO Violet" that inclcse are by Mrs Whit.
ney. The other poem, Harry and l." by Josie
Hunt. I've seen but once in print. though It may
hGtn viii enjoy Ne neSd to bs be enteranes
as well as comforted. Having small collection Of
contribute portion to any member OF the T. S. s.
busy upon such work. who. like Oliver Twist q
~ A. FULLER
No. 2o2 Adelphi-st.. Brooklyn. n. Y.
TO VIOLET
God does not send us strange flowers every year.
The same dear things III, up the same fair faces
1t an back the h; GdOr grace and hue;
No blank Is left no looking-for is cheated;
Ii IL the thing We knew.
SO So. aft after TIL the dsah.win,sr i mus, be-
Tho old love shall look out from the old faces.
Nei!chen! shall have thee!
Sent to T. S. s. by NJ. A. F.
HARRY AND l.
We stood where the snake-Iike ivy
Climbed over the meadow bars.
And watched, as the young night sprinked
The sky with her cream-white stars.
The clover was red beneath us
The cricket chirped in the grasses.
And the soft rays OF the moon
Distorted. and lank. and tall.
NJ That at was s. the the, best Of al an r,,.,.
81 love you. Margery Lee"
went roSnS s she SHADOW Dos ei %s
II love you Margery. darling
For your eyes bewildering blueness,
And the gold OF your curling hair
No queen has hands that are whittier.
No lark has voice so sweet:
reLdeP
Than the clover at our feet
my heart will break with its fulness,
Like cloud oercharged with rain;
How long must love In yain7'
with h,I Sn 1a, 81, and smiles ans snswered-
saw that his saucy shadow
Was kissing my own again.
He promised to love me only.
I promised to love but him.
TIL the moon fell out OF the heavens,
o. the sss strength ro.s Of r5 m' asySGn
'Tis years since that blush Of rapture
Broke redly Ger my cheeks
He found gold that brighter
And married a cross-eyed widow
With a dozen grown-up girls.
And nd, Ibid i'd. pine PIN h and Lang iansai or,
Or break nay heart. do you fancy.
For love that was mine no moreY
stand tonight in the meadow
Where Harry and l stood then,
And the moon has drawn two shadows
Out over the grass again.
And a low voice keeps repeating.
So close to my startled ear
That the shadows melt together:
II love you. Margery dear.
"'Tis not for your cheeks rich crimson.
And not for your eyes soft blue,
But because your heart, II II tender.
And noble and pure. and true.
The voice 10 dearer than Harrys;
And 80 / am glad you see,
He married cross-cyed widow
Instead OF Me- gery Lee.
Sent by ~ A r. JOSIE D. HUNT.
Mrs O. " Roe. OF Spokane. WASH, writes mag