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Miles Urges Haste.

Washington, July 99.--General Miles urges haste in the departure of troops for Porto Rico. The men are becoming restless on the transports at Guantana- mo, and horses are dying daily. Tho fault lies with the navy departments delay in furnishing conveys. Sampson has been ordered to hurry up.
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IN A FIGHT
Sam Boss severly Cuts Will Gurley
 On the Arm.

In fight today about noon, Sam Boss cut Will Gurley, both colored, on the arm severing the flesh from the bone. GurIey says Boss called him very bad name, aad he resent ed the insult, when Boss attacted him with knife, cutting him in several places or inc right arm
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Caused Consternatinn.

Hong Kong, July 22.-The news of the destruction of Cervera' $ fleet at San tiago was received at Manila on July r. It created eonsternation among tho Spaniards.
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HenrY Dnrham Instantly KIlled.

Fairland, Tex, July 92.-Henry M. Durham was instantly killed here by q premature blast in well on F. H. Hol- loway's farm. P. F. Stocknan was dangerously, but it is thought not fatal ly, hurt by the same blast.
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Transports for Iioaalnlu EEpeaItion.

Seattle, Wash, July 22.--It is an- nounced tha5 the government has chart cred the steamers Laekme, Alliance, and Tillsmook to transport troops to Hono- lulu. Negotiations are pending for the charter of the Charlie Nelson.
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surrender Repudiated.

Madrid, July 29.-The government has received dispatch from Captain General Blanco, ill which he announced that he had not authorized the capitula- tion of Santiago de Cuba, and asserting that the place was surrendered without his knowledge.
 As a result General Toral will be viz orously tried by courtmartial.
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Second Expedition Near Manila.

Hong Kong, July 22..-A steamer ar- irving here from Nanila reports that the Zealandia, China, Colon and Sen ntor, with American troops were sighted within half days run of Manila on July r, and should have reached there on that day. This Is the second expedi- tiou.
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FELL FROM A CHAIR
Nose, the Little Son of MT. and Mrs. ". s.
 Mccord. spraIns His Arm.

Yesterday while trying to climb on a chair Nose, the little son of Mir. and Mrs. Will McCord fell and sprained his arm. Dr. Waters was summoned and dressed the injured limb and little Nose Is resting easy.
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will give special prices on suts until fall. Ihave 8 large stock of all styles of dress and fancy suitings BURNS, the Tailor, over Bank oi Pine Bluff 7.6 dlm
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Tonight.

The Edison Vitascope at Merrill Institue, tonight. A fine thing don't miss it. Admission 25e. l
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PINE BLUFF COL
 ORED INMUNES NOW STATIONED AT JEFFER- SON BARRACKS. --ALET- TER FROM A. H.
 CARROLL.
Will Leave For Cuba In Or About September.---P resent ed With a Beautiful Flag
 at Little Rock.

The eolored Immunes who left this city few weeks ago are now station, ed at Jefferson Barracks, Mo. The following letter was received today from A. H. Carroll who recently visited their camp. The boys are all from this city and have their tents pitched oE Pine Bluff avenue
 JEFFERSON BARRACKS, Mo HEADQUARTERS COMPANY c, 7rH U. S. GoLoRED VOLUNTEERS.
 July IS, 1898. Editor Graphic:
 The boys arrived at Jefferson Barracks, Mo, one week ago today, all are in perfect health and well satisfied with their new surround il gs which consist of about 12 tents on Pine Bluff avenue. Each man Is supplied with a blanket and pillow which when placed on four inches of wheat straw makes very comfort able bed. They have been furnished with uniforms and hats.
 Each company receives Q quarter of beef day, their meals consist of salt pork, bacon, navy beans, rice, dried apples, coffee, light bread, hard tack and potatoes, served on tin plates.
 The company expects to leave for Cuba in September.
 The ladies of Little Rock present. ed the boys with beautiful silk flag of which they are very proud.
 Yours truly,
 A.. H. CARROLL, JR.
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GENERAL GARCIA SAYS
 HE IS DlsGUsTED.
He Sends a Letter to General shafteI saying He wn1 Withdraw His
 Hen to the Hills.

New York, Jalv 2 --A Santiago spec ial to The Journal says General Garcia has written letter 0 General Shafter declar nz he is disgusFed it his treat ment at the hands of the Americans and will withdraw his forces to the hills.
 Bryasss Regiment Reaches Atlanta.
 Atlanta, July 22 Colonel Bryan, at the head Of the Third Nebraska volun- teess, reached here yesterday. Colonel
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06
In the Portland Hospitals.

The Portland Press Of Monday. said:
J. Herbert Fish of HallOwell. MEM
Der of one of the Vermont companies.
arrived on the train. Saturday night,
from Fort Ethen Allan hospital. and
was taken to the Maine General nos
pital, being very sick with nervous
fever and paralysis of the right SIDE.
William f. Fields of Co. l.. was sat
urday removed from his home. Mer-
rill street, to the Maine General nos
pital suffering with typhoid fever.
Fred Johnson. another of the Maine
soldiers, was Saturday. removed from
the Maine General hospital to MS
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06
Death Of Charles jenkins.

Charles Jenkins, we'll known citizen
of this city, died at o'clock, Monday
morning, after a short illness of hem
orrllage Of the brain. He had been i'll
but few days, but was, at the last, a
great sufferer.
Mr.. Jenkins was Sc years old, and
had always lived in Augusta, where he
has been engaged in recent years in
the fish business, selling his market in
the early summer. since which time he
has been without occupation. Mrs.
Jenkins and seven children, five IF
whom live at the home on Water
street. survive MIN.
The funeral will be held. Wednesday
afternoon. at o'clock, at the house.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06

his heart to relieve himself Of some Of
his cash. in buying eatables and drink
ables for the heroes.
Remember, kind people. il you see 4
man with the red stripe of the artil-
lery branch upon his arms or trousers,
you may know that he did not 60 to
Chickamauga. Those who went to the
South are the ones who have the white
chevrons on their arms or the white
stripe upon their trousers though many
of the battery members have the white
stripe on their trousers leg.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06
ronish.'s Band Concert.

The following is the programme for the
concert in Monument park, this evening
at 7.3O, by the Augusta Cadet Band:
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06

home. A Newbury street. where he is
slowly convalescing
Private James Craig Of Pleasant
dale, who was reported very low at his
home last week. with typhoid fever. Is
still very sick, but hopes are now en-
tertained for his recovery.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06

Six fine specimens of birds mounted
in a manner that makes the little
feathered creatures look as natural as
life, were presented to the museum or
the fish and game department. Mon
day, by A. r. Pike. a Lewiston taxer-
dermist. The birds include fox spar
row, a rufiled grouse, woodcock,
shore lark, snow flake, and goss
hawk.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06

Jack Hamilton. a member of the 1st
Maine Volunteers. who was brought
home on the second hospital train very
i'll with typhoid. is decidedly better.
He is at his home on Arsenal street.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06

Governor Powers kindly had flowers
sent to the sick soldiers at the City
hospital, the insane hospital the Isl
Regiment hospital and the Battery
hospital, Sunday.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06

Stanley A. Horton. book-keeper for
the Augusta Beef Co.. will leave. to-
day. for Boston. where he will visit
friends for several days.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06

Miss Mabel Lovejoy of the health de-
partment, has returned to her duties
after a vacation.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06

A part of the offices at the STATE
House, We're closed, Monday, Tor q par
or all of the day, it being holiday.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06

James Plummer of the State as
SCISSORS officer, was at his home IN
Fairfield on business, Monday.
Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-09-06
The GREAT MAINE FESTIVALS

SECOND SEASON, 1885,
Bangor. Oct. s-7-S Portland. Oct. 1o-fi-12.
Do not fall 20 get your names
on tho subscription lists
and thus secure a course ticket. Lists
are now ready at NJ. III. Andrews in Ban
gOr and Cressey, Jones & Aliens in Port
land and will positively close
Sept. 18th for Hanger and 18th for
Portland.
You cannot afford to miss this great OPP
portunity.
The greatest soloists in this coun-
try will sing.
Grand Orchestra OF 20 and chorus OF
1000 in each city.
BUSINESS MANAGER,
Auburn. Ne.
The times., 1898-09-04
CURRENT VERSE.
The Regnlnr Army O.

The smoke Of the battle fills the air and the dust
Is flying high;
We give three cheers for the volunteers and the
men about to die.
For the heroes brave whom we know we wave as
they charge in gallant STYLE
And we shout hurrah for the chance OF war and
the favor Of Fortunes smile
And the glorious deeds that the reader reads arc
the things We all may know:
But not so plain is the might and main Of the
Regular Army o.
On the nations tongue are the words unsung OF
this silent, moving mass.
Yet the victories won by heart and gun might
never have come to pass
II their measured swing and their rifles ring
had not been there that day
To bear the brunt at the battles front in the
Regular Army way,
We give three cheers for the volunteers as they
charge Ger fallen foe
Ii were better still if our throats might fiji for
the Regular Army o.
In Times great mint, when the circling CLINT Of
the glory coins are seen,
Their luster will strike the boys, alike their
glorious deeds have been
And as sure as Fate metes out to the great their
fullest measure of right,
There shall be song, but record long Of the
ones who trained 10 fight.
There shall De no dime in the mint OF Time struck
out in the afterglow,
But eagle OF gold shall be unTolled for the Reg
ular Army o.
Life
The times., 1898-09-04
Moriens Loauitur Magister.

All Sir, these things nothing now,
The deep wide gulf before me yawns,
Into its mystery shall l fall
Ere yet another morning dawns.
These vex your soul aud fret your brow,
But they are nothing 10 me now!
You tell how fercely men contend
For Churches and for forms of faith,
For phrases orthodox not,
How small are these in sight OF Death!
One man who loves the dear Christ well
Takes the blest bread and knows Him nigh: I:
Another seeks 10 cast Him out
With senseless talk OF Low" or High"
And one who finds Christ everywhere
Because he hath Him in his heart
Is counted excommuneate
BY those who claim in Christ a part.
Men worship Christ with well-meant rites
And add new burdens TO life's load,
And Others think they honor Him
By tumults in the House OF God
Men wrangle over lengthy words,
And nice define the how" and why
What matter how the Lord Is there
II we but have Him when diel
All this to me is nursery bsawl
OF angry children over toys,
Pettish and puerile are they all
When Deaths great deep lifts up its voice
These things nothing 10 me now
The cold grave-sweat is on my brow.
To me there nothing is but God,
And that great love which can forgive,
A sunlight scattered all abroad,
A life whereby the dying live.
The love of God is all ] see,
The rest is nothing unto me.
w B. Ripon, in Literature.
The times., 1898-09-04
The IsIand of Dreams.

Away, away TO the Island of Dreams
In the sea of night where the Straight CLEANS,
There hope ever reigns eternal, supreme,
Though only the hope OF fancitul dream
In the Island Of Dreams there no tears,
And age never comes, though thousands OF years
Should come and go while you dwell on the
shore,
Your heart would be young while waiting for
mere
In the Island of Dreams love is the king
on the mystical throne. that he may bring
The hope OF the heart. sought fondiy 50 long,
And tune the sad soul for dreamland song.
In the Island Of Dreams the heart is pure
As flowers that bloom on the twilight shore.
Tempest and tempter, OF the distant past,
VIII there give the soul respite at last.
In the Island of Dreams again We meet
The long lost ones whose wandering feet
Have reached the distant. enchanted strand,
And the peace and rest of the dreamlit land.
In the Island Of Dreams our sweethearts wait
As they did of old, al the garden gate
And the lips will then touch as they touch IN
dreams,
And Joy be as real and sweet as it seems.
In the Island of Dreams have friend
Who comes every night when siumbers Will lehd
The aid of a vision to sleepy eyes,
And brings me message from paradise.
Away to the Island OF Dreams III 60,
Ont on the shadows-how darkly they flow
Listen wait be STILL watch the golden beams
Fading so faint to the Island Of Dreams
j. A. Houser.
The times., 1898-09-04
when Roses Fade.

Summer is roing-her footsteps fall
In the deepening shadow OF hedge and wall,
But the breezes signing kind refrain,
Kiss her and lead her through Hollyhock lane.
Summer is going-her blushes fade
Where the riotous climbing roses played,
And her withered garlands are tossed aside
In the painted splendor of Autumn's pride.
Summer is going-her Junetime days
Were the sweetest notes in my song OF praise,
So nv heart has fashioned them into tune
That measures its Joy in her buoyant moon.
Summer is going-she leaves me here
With the harvest gold and its crimson cheer,
But my heart to the sorrowing rose-tree cilngs
And ever its fettered passion sings.
Summer is going-why may not
With her to eternal roses fly?
Out there in the gardens of endless June,
Where life leads over Loves path, rose-strewn.
Summer is going-down Hollyhock lane,
But the cavalier asters are nodding in vain;
For with uuickening pace will she yet withstand
The furious fires of Poppy land.
Summer is going-it only seems
Her departure ends as it starts-in dreams;
But the corn-leaves know-'tis a broken spell
Like the heart that is sobbing Farewell! fare
WE'LL" George E. Bowen.
The times., 1898-09-04
COLONEL HAYS "PoEM."
The Bur1esque Which the World
Took Seriously.

In a trifling mood, John Hay, the next
Secretary of State, once sat down TO
write a burlesque of the Truthful
James sort of doggerel that was popular
at the time. The public took It seriously
and applauded it; preachers took 1t for
a text and literary critics We're pleased
with it. John Hay wept, but he couldn't
get up and say to the public: you're
all wrong-that's a joke" SO TO this
day he is pestered by that burlesque and
the jokes had their joke on the Joker.
Here are the verses:
Wall, no, can't tell whar he lives,
Beease he don't live, you see;
Leastways, he's got out of the habit
OF livin like you an me.
Whar have you been for the last three year
That you haven't heard Folks tell
How Jimmy Bludso passed in his checks
The night OF the Prairie Belle.
He weren't saint-them engineers
Is all pretty much alike;
One wife in Natchez under the Hilt
-sI sapIo Ieqao se sIeIpIos SuIuInleI epl
And another one here in Pike;
keerless man in his walk was jim,
And an awkward hand in a row,
But he never fuked and lie never lied
] reckon he never knowed how
And this was all the religion he had:
To treat his engine well;
Never TO be passed on the river;
To mind the pilots bell;
And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire
A thousand times he swore
He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank
Till the last soul got ashore.
| All boats has their day on the Aississlp,
/ And her day come at last
| The Movastar was better boat,
| But the Belle she wouldn't be passed.
/ And so she come teayn along that night
| The Oldest craft on the line
! With a ngger squat on her safety valve,
! And her furnace cramIned with rosin and pine.
The fye bust out as she cleared the bar,
| And burnt hole in the night,
And quick as fash she turned and made
For the willow bank on the right.
There was runnin' and cursin, but jim yeileo
out,
Over all the internal roar,
| .I'll hold her nozzle agin the bans
| Till the last galoot's ashore
! Through the hot, black breath OF the burnin boa
jim Budso's voice heard,
! And they all had trust in his cussedness,
And knowed he would keep his word.
| And sure's your born, they all got OH
Afore the smokestacks fell
And Bludso's ghost went up alone
In the smoke of the Prairie Belle.
| He weren't no sant-but at judgment
I'd run my chance with Jim
| 'Longside OF some pious gentlemen
That wouldn't shook hands with him.
He seen his duty, dead sure thing
And went for ii thar and then;
And Christ amt a-goin' TO be too hard
On man that died for men.
The times., 1898-09-04
"FRte,''

Two shall be born the whole wide world apart,
And speak in different tongues, and have no
thought
Each OF the others being, and no heed;
And these Ger unknown to unknown lands
Shall cross, escaping wrath, defying death,
And all unconsciously shape every act,
And bend each wandering step to this one end,
And read life;s meaning in each others eyes.
And two shall walk some narrow way Of life
So nearly side by side that should one turn
Ever SO little to the left or right
They needs must stand acknowledged face to
face,
And vet with wistful eyes that never meet,
And grasping hands that never clasp,
And lips calling in vain to ears that never hear;
| They seek each all their weary days,
| And die unsatisfed-and this is fate"
Susan Mar Spalding
The times., 1898-09-04
The Brides of Death.

There's cleft in the darkiing seacoast wall
That hides the town like sheltering pail,
And the MORO looks from the precipice crest
At the shattered ships on the harbor's breast
At the anchored ships that idly swing,
FLYING the flag of the Spanish King.
''Nail to the mast the yellow and red,'
The grave old Spanish admiral said;
And the lovely Infanta led the line,
And the bridesmaids followed her through the
brine
Followed her out of the harbor mouth
To the fatal tryst in the open south.
Never bride went down the hall,
In the maze OF the dance of her marriage ball,
With so fine a grace an air so free;
As the Spanish ships stood cut TO sea;
And never the brides Of God took veil.
In the darksome depths of the convent's pale,
With so lofty mien of sacrifice
As they bided the fling OF the battles dice.
Their splendrous standards streamed on high
'Gainst the turquoise blue of the tropic sky;
Their polished brasswork flashes flung,
Like lustrous Jewels around them strung;
And their bows were veiled in the himy lace
OF the spray comb tossed by the charging pace.
But all. what terrible guests are these,
Fast gliding in from the outer seas,
Gliding along in drapery black
That fumes and pours from the high srnokestaeA I
And ah. what thund rous chimes that greet
The stately advance of the bridal heetf
But is this the peal OF the wedding bell
| This roaring voice like the voice OF hell?
| IT'S the wrathsome cry of the pitiless Fates-
| The voice is the voice of the sister States,
| OF the sister States OF the slaughtered Name
| CRYING aloud for the blood OF Spain
| Battleship, cruiser, torpedo boat.
| That rush like dogs at the Spanish throat.
| Alas for the brides in yellow and red
| That out of the harbor so lightly sped,
| That reel and faint in the fearful dance
| Mid the choke of the smoke where the lightnings
/ glance,
| While ever mingIes the thunder's roar
| With the boom of the surf on the nearing shore
| They were six that steered to the open sea
| The brides and the maids so swift and free
And six are the corpses that line the strand,
Prone in the pools OF the tide-left sand;
| And the gathering vultures circle high
Der the stiffened limb and the death-closed eye
| Troy Times.
The times., 1898-09-04
Trouble in squawyiIe.

There is trouble here in SquawviIIe, an it's get
tin wuss an wuss,
An the men hav no ambition but TO set 2roun'
an euss,
Fur the wimmen have arisen an are b'ihn' IN
their wrath,
An sweaFin' they will sweep US from progress
son's up'ard path.
Every breeze is fringed with cusses, an the
echoes trimmed with swear,
An there's woe an tribulation 'mong the men
folks everywhere,
point
BY our frequen, visitations to the squawville
Ticker joint.
Till them eussed Denver papers got a-comin' into
camp.
An our wimmeu got to readin' of that hen con-
An a.whisperin to each other with summat
secret air,
They would talk acrost the fences an they'd chat
ter in the store
An, they'd meet upon the sidewalk an would
firt their ehins some more,
An If any man should happen TO git near EN-
in their talk,
They would sassily advise him fur to 60 an take
walk.
When asked my woman Marthy what the razzle-
dazzle meant,
II their pIottin an their whisperin' had any vile
| intent,
| She replied in sassy manner that the sun O
woman's sphere
Was a-risin' in the heavens, an a-risin' mighty
| clear.
That the shaekles OF oppression was afaliin HVin
their limbs,
An they'd shatter Of the spirit of the over
bearin' hims.
| An, they'd seize the reins of power an they q
hold 'em mighty tight,
| Till the flag OF Independence waved nom fIee
dom's dizzy height!
| Ort to see her snappy gestures when she made
| that lofty screech.
Which the same was a quotation from Denvel
woman's speech.
An she hastened to inform me when she hddieC
must dance,
Fur in future she'd be wearln OF the nggerauV'
| pants
I could see the scrappy lightnin' scintilatin' il
her ewes.
Which deferred me nom a-lettin' of my angr!
| passions rise,
Fur knowed enough o Marthy fur to give he
| all the track
| When her temper was a-bllIn, an her feeiini
| out o. whaek.
Now they've called a convention of the vim
men of the camp,
As their poster bills express II, fur Ito hght I'M
Freedom lamp,
An they say that they're goin' fur 10 nominat
mayr,
An they're goin' to elect her an to squat he
IN tne ChdlF-
Every officer of Squawville is a-goin' to be she
They'll reverse the present. sex Of tie municipality
An will squelch the sale of Ticker, 'eept TO sic
as go an git
From the mayoress presidin medicinal permit
So there's trouble here in Squawville. an it
gittin' wuss an wuss,
An we haven't no ambition but TO set aroun' an
| ellss,
Fur the wimmen have arisen an usurped tn
bloomin' camp,
to tramp.
An the cussed Denver papers is responsible fu
all
OF our scorchin' tribulation, of our wormywoo
an gall,
An we're wiilin' in our trouble fur to honestl
There's heap more fact than fiction in the powc
OF the press.
The times., 1898-09-04
Prophetic

Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dis
possessed;
And blessed are they among nations who dare TO
be strong for the rest.
e. B. Browning.
So uttered the voice of the seeress, while Wis
ions encompassed her soul;
Her eyes of the spirit turned westward, where
waves of the Caribbees roll;
Tn her ear the faint walls OF the starving, the
male guiltless babes that must lie
On dusky and desolate bosoms, the breasts that
are anguished and dry!
And she saw. in its wrath slow and righteous, a
nation majestic arise
tn bruise with its heel the despoiler, TO silence
those pitiful cries,
To give back the slave his crushed marhood, 10
woman her beauty and flower,
To sow the drenched fields with green harvests-
resistless, sublime in its power.
Obi the task of the poet Is twofod; to swing back
the past's moldered gates,
Or to trace the dread ''Mene, Upharsin," where
doom of the derelict waitsi
And whateer the swift pen OF the prophet sets
down by such impulse divine
Must likewise be writ in that volume where Je-
hovah has sanctioned each line.
Stephen Power Otis