Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1899-09-15

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lord,
Or was it then a globe, and they were
wrong?
JUDGE-Oh, Jew, thou'rt full Of cum
ming reasoning,
criminal,
But all thy specious talk shall not
avail.
10 save thee. Once again 1 say to
thee
That thou art guilty, Dreyfus, of this
crime.
Twice vert thou tried, and each time
tits the same.
Enough it is to know thy guilt. Not
how,
Or why or wherefore or how it is
proved,
Or whether it is proved-all idle talk.
The clatter of unthinking tongues. We
know
Thy guilt, and it's cnough-'twill serve
us well
A. peg to hang thy punishment upon.
L'ENVOI.
Oh, LaBelle France, when thou shalt
stand before
The august Judge, who, in the end of
time,
Shall weigh thy sins and merits. every
one,
Will every glory in thy arts achieved,
Will all thy pomp Of pride avail thee
then,
Against the single soul thou lashest
With Hatred's scourge? Will all thy
transient fame,
Weigh in the balances of Justice aught
Against the doomed man thou send'st
to Doom?
Drape Justice in the Grape of Hate
and Gloom!
Weep out the century,! Thy fire and
flame
OF grandeur palcs before thy Nations
Shame.
THE REAL SOL1LOQUY OF LADY
MACBETH.
Out! damned spot! Out! Out! 1
pray. and get thee gone!
Nay. still thou'rt there to mock me in
my poignant grief!
All me! rub and scrub, and soap
thee! All in vain.
Ye gods! Had l the wretch who
spilled upon m gown
This horrid. greasy stew, I'd tlay him
once alive.
And make me from his parchment
skin a skirt anew.
There's blood upon me palms! Ills
but 4 trile, that.
\ bubble thin that burstcth floating
in the air.
But this vile spot of grease upon M
watered silk,
Aye, there's the rub! l would I could
that spot etface
AS readily as this blood spot upon m
hands.
All me! NJ beauteous @own-worn
but the nee. and now
1t reeks with gasoline, and yet the
damned spot clings.
Like ivy to the wall. Out! Out!
damned spot, l say!
Scrub on! Scrub on! Macduff! Till
l cry Hold, enough"
THE GOOD THAT MEN DO.
Along a weary road Il man toiled on,
Bent with his years, and halt his step
and slow,
The summit of his struggles nearly
won.
He stops anon, along the way to throw
Forth and around rare flowers, rich,
f~ull-blown,
And radiant blossoms spring from
seeds thus sOWn.
Tolls DER the road another man, care
worn,
Who follows on. Sad seems the way
and long.
a desert path. The traveller lone and
lorn.
Signs for Il flowers perfume-a birds
free song.
Till, springing from the roadside,
beams Il rose,
And comfort from it's radiant frag-
rance blows.
Oh, Traveller along Life's rugged road,
WHO scatters flowers Of kindness by
the way!
What weary weight Of woe, what
leaden load
OF are thou may'st make light some
after day
When blossoms from the seeds thou
sowest here
S0othe some embittered soul, and
bring it cheer.
APPROPRIATE.
"Why do they call that trick bicycle
rider AsbestOs?"
Because he doesn't scorch?'
NIGHT HAVE BEEN PREVENTED
Great events follow tritling causes,
sometimes, don't they!" observed Mrs.
Terwilliger.
What is the ease in point:' asked
Terwilliger.
WELL" said Mrs. Terwilliser, eff
there'd been a park policeman in the
garden of Eden. Eve wouldn't have
poached the apple. and the downfall of