The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1898-05-15
(Edlted by Enoch Knight.)
Lines by a Lunatic M. D.

Oh! bright CLEAN the eyes of that fiirt Fry
thema,
And lightly Pneumonia whirls round in
the dance;
Pleuritis is madly in love with Oedema.
And Herpes courts Cholera with amorous
glance.
And old Mrs. scabies told Mr.. Phlebitis
sAe'd brought Melanosis at last to the
point
You know he's six thousand year; Uaryn-
gifts
VIII find that his nose is bit out of joint
Long. long I shall dream of that pet Scar
latina;
She gave me rose from her rash at the
ball.
On that thrice happy night when Miss Gut
Kissed Captain Psoriasis out in the hall.
Adieu! sweet Chorea! Farewell! Carol
Hysteria! My heart with emotion doth
swell.
4Aat heart, Anasarca, is thine; Atheroma
Tho war II hurting the publishing bust
ness greatly. tits said, but this was to be ex-
pected- Some books, of course, sell Better
now than in peaceful times. These are
books about modern war and its appli.
ances, and everything pertaining to the
navy or to military tactics, is eagerly
sought and bought.
ABOUT CUBA.-Mrs. M. z. w. Sherwood
writes thus about the Cuba of nearly half
: century ago:
''The Creoles, as the Csibans proper are
called. all desired self-government. They
objected to tho immense taxation of Spain.
We, as Americans, bringing excellent let
tiers. had an opportunity to hear all these
people talk. We were, however, taken
over the great MORO castle by an English
man, Americans not being permitted to
visit it. The captain general was all pow
erful, and all Cuba was under martial law.
No native Cuban could hold any office of
honor, trust or emolument. In fact, it was
an armed monarchy encamped in the
midst OF disarmed and disfranchised peo-
ple.'
..To me it was beautiful Paris dropped
down in the tropics. Our drives in the
Paseo of a Sunday afternoon showed US
perhaps 200 volantes, with each contain
ing three ladies in full dress, bonnetless and
decollete, with 10000 gentlemen standing
along the lines of the streets, gazing at
them. 1t was pretty sight. Our suppers
at La Dominica were like similar ones at
Delmonico's. Private dinners were mag
nificent. 1t was only the echo that we heard
Of discomfort, OF the terrible cruelties prac-
ticed on the slaves, of the bloodhounds
chained to the very gates of the house
where we were visiting, of the Sierra del
CRYSTAL, the mountain range full OF es-
capped and desperate slaves where white
men dared not go, that filled our souls
with fear.
God help poor Cuba! Always the prey
Of man, who has mismanaged and injured
the fairest land ever put on this earth.
The furies have been let loose on her.
Her beautiful, safe harbors are but the
homes of torpedoes. Her rich soil now lies
torpid under the feet of starving people.
Her flowers, who shall gather them now?
Her birds of rich plumage, what mock
cry they all are! AS I saw Cuba, she was
"a laughing thought, a golden geam." The
vines were linking hands and passing
from the dance of spring. The fine old
stately city, more Spanish than anything
out Of oldest Spain, seemed to say CASTLE
and Aragon" with every breath, and trop-
ical nature made 1t an ecstacy of the SOUL
There was sumptuousness about 1t which
I do not remember elsewhere.
There was that tideless ocean tapping
the flower bedecked shores. There was the
echo of the slow swelling pulse of the
dance music, and the glorious intonation Of
the Spanish speech, the odor of thousand
earth and sky,
~ !.
"A scented stiffness in the night,
A something subtle all around,
Came floating on the rising dew
And sweetness took the place of sound"
PENELOPES PROGRESS. Being such
extracts from the commonplace book
Of Penelope Hamilton as related to her
experiences in Scotland. BY Kate
Douglas Wiggin. Houghton, Mifflin &
Co. For sale by Stoll v. Thayer.
Mrs. Wiggin CRiggs) has written so
many good books that we need not make a
list of them here. They are familiar to
readers, young and old, and great and
small. In one way this volume is a con-
tinuation of "Penelopes English Expe-
riences," for its opening sentence is 1--WE
have Travelled together before, Salemina.
Francesca and I, and we know the very
worst there is to know about one another"
6alemina had returned to Boston after the
English tour Ito find, to her amazemen.,
that for forty odd years she had been
rather over-estimating it." Francesca also
had encountered disappointment, for the
Worm she had been putting off finally
turned, and was about to marry somebody
else. "As for me- the text goes on to
recite, ''the scene of my own love story is
laid in America and England, and has
nAught to do with Edinburg. 1t Is far
from finished; indeed, hope twill be the
longest serial on record, one of those
charming tales that grow in interest as
chapter after chapter unfolds until at the
end we feel as If we could never part with
the delightful people,
There are many delightful passages in
this volume in the line of description of
one, for instance:
'"rhe Scotch butler is not in the least like
an English one. No man could be as re-
spectacle as he looks, not even an elder of
the kirk, whom he resembles closely. He
hands your plate as If it were contribu-
ton box, and in his moments of ease, when
he stands behind the 'maister.' am al
xvava exnectinR him to nrono,ince a hama