The Arizona sentinel., 1899-09-23
LINES ON LEAVING YUMA.

| Slma and has since lSSQeQ VOIuml of verse, one poem in which is equa ! to Will Carleton's "First Settler Some of the verses in the following have the true poetieal ring'anC give hints of greater possibilities. 1 wander in the garden fair
 Above the flowing river; And bid adieu to scenes beloved;
 An, can 1t be, forever? The setting-sun-light gems the hills And burns upon the river Dear Colorado, can it be,
 Pm leaving thee forever? Across thy wave the busle-call
 Rings out it's sweet do-ha-me- And on thy breast the "Gila' sleeps Beside the white "Mohave." With Captain Mellon in command,
 And he, my friend, the famous, On land, or wave, at home, abroad,
 Coed Captain l. Polhamus. Though fair the wave, and sweet the
 eve,
 My heart is filled with sorrow; For Yuma, I am leaving thee
 At early dawn tomorrow. Yet no, it cannot be, that 1
 Must go, and see thee never; Companion of my idle hours,
 Flame-tinted flowing river. While far away, in colder cline,
 Beset with tears, and trouble; Around these scenes will fit at eve My spirit, ghost or double. Will hover meath the fig-trees-shade, In converse sweet and human; With my dear friend, George Railton's
 wife,
 That blessed little woman. While he the manly, and the true; Beside her fondly fingers; And Idly leans upon her chair;
 And watches taper fingers That deftIy hold the crochet-thread; Or fill with dainty stitches The rent, that in his coat is found, His stockings, shirt or brooches. And see Affinity" look down,
 From where she doth meander, With graceful step and winning smile Along the broad veranda. And while engaged upon this theme Good thoughts my bosom harbor; Of dusky-evening wanderings,
 Up there, with MT. Barber. And thus the dance on New Years
 eve
 My pleasures all quadruple The chat with Madame, and the waltz With Hincks, my favourite pupil And dear Miss H., and all her
 friends,
 And all the wondrous doings Enacted on St. Valentines;
 At pretty Mrs Ewing'S. The honeyed speeches, and the looks That make the sum of mems sins; And of the scolding, given me,
 By dear Lieutenant Jenkins. The convicts song in prison walls
 With which mlne ear still tingles The soldiers dinner, spread, with skill By charming Mrs. Ingles. Will play again game of whist
 With him, the FRANK, the funny: A game for love, twill be, for I
 Could never play for money. And Dr. B., my countryman,
 Beloved of the "Graces" My spirit may not be bequiled.
 To follow in his traces. Save one, dear, well-remembered day
 When from 8 wealth of posies; He singled out, and gave to me
 The prde of crimson roses. Those wither9d leaves, I have then
 still,
 I keep them in connection With other brilliant-tinted things,
 That suit my dark complexion. Then viii my spirit visit scenes
 Of mingled icy and sorrow; That haunt me now, will haunt mt
 yet When 1 am gone tomorrow. Will cross the bridge ascend the nil
 Nor think it awful stupid; To feel the heart expand and glow. Beneath the smiles Of Cupid" Will sit within the portal wide
 Of two fair ladies dwelling; And listen to the harp's sweet notes In softest cadence swelling; And hear again voice, whose tones
 Accorded with the metre; And look in, tender, deep blue eyes,
 And smoke 9 cigarette.  And those two, glorious, moon-lish'
 nights,
 Can 1 forget them? Never.