The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-06-05

With eyes like the eyes of the maiden, Full of gentleness and truth, Who died on the morn of her bridal, The love of his long-lost youth, And left him, so crazed and heart- broken,
 To wander alone through life, Its joys and it's pleasures unheeding, | Unheeded its turmoil and strife. He was bronzed with the suns of sum- mer
 lie was pinched with winters cold,
 His fare was but scanty and meager, He sought no silver or gold.
 Nor honors from men; but still onward, With eager and restless tread,
 Never turning aside one moment He keeps his tryst with the dead! How gently the moonlight is falling On the forehead white and bare, And the hands that were clasped in pas-
 sion
 Are folded as if in prayer!
 The eyes look above and beyond us,
 And beauty we cannot see
 Is vouchsafed to the beggars vision,
 But hidden from you and me.
 Let him rest in the pauper's corner,
 Whose stones are messy and grim,
 For earth, with it's show and it's honor,
 Is nothing now unto him.
 The Abingdon (Conn.) correspondent of
 the Windham County Transcript says
 Tn my boyhood. as long ago as I can remember, he was familiar figure on the road. I especially remember one cold, frosty morning, when schoolboy seeing him pass the school-house It was very cold. He was dressed as usual, in that tight fitting gray suit, with coat buttoned tightly around him, low shoes and white stockings, and the fingers of one hand tightly inclosed in the palm of the other As I re- member him, he was always welcomed, never considered a beggar, but an ob- ject of pity. . Like all of us, the hair grew whiter, the red flush left his cheeks, the straight figure became bowed that quick elastic step became slow and heavy, and finally the story was told that the old Darned man was dead, but when and where he died I am unable to say" ....
 Elisha Anderson, of Daneson, Conn, was able to give the Transcript infor- nation that no other living man seems to possess, and to finish the story of the man from where MT. Reach states the story down as far as he knows, and the rest only conjecture MT. Anderson, who formerly lived in Sterling, says he "knew the man for twenty years, and he was wanderer not a beggar." He frequently called at his house and would ask for needle or thread and yarn, and he was always given food and cup of tea, but food or drink he never asked for. In November, 1863, he called at his house for the last time, and the next day near nightfall, MT Anderson, who was passing with an ox-team, heard the plaintive cry of Stranger" and found the 'Darned man. by the roadside, dying, He car ried him to his house a mile away. but before reaching there he passed away peacefully and without a struggle" He was buried in the cemetery called ''the 1 Puains' at Oneco. Samuel McQuaid, of | Holyoke in kindly writing to call my attention to the above, truly says: This completes a romance from real life, the pathos and strangeness Of | which are seldom found equaled among | the inventions of the novelist"
 I think it was my grandfather who | told me when boy that the name of the | 'Darned Man" was Addison. Accord [ ng to MT. Anderson this was his Chris | ian name and his surname was Thomp- son. I wonder if some western New | York paper could not learn and give us 1is early history. I wonder if any kind | If picture of the 'Darned man" in his 1ld age Is in existence anywhere. wonder what kind of headstone marks | 1is grave, and what inscription it bears. $. B. Reach in the Springfield (Mass)