The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-11-20
Poet, Lover and Statesman.

~HE Standard desires to, throw
Senator John M. Thurston and
his charming bride bushel OF
rice and whole barrelful of old shoes.
The wedding is not without its ro-
nance Senator Thurston's first wife.
it will be recalled, died in April, 1893.
The senator's grief was intense. The
declaration of war was then under dis
cussion by congress, and notwithstand-
ing his terrible bereavement the sena-
tor after the funeral hurried back to
Washington and delivered a dramatic
and impassioned speech in favor OF i'm
mediate hostilities. He alluded to his
angel wife and, at the conclusion Of his
speech, buried his face in his hands
and wept. From grief SO poignant it
was feared by some that the Nebraska
statesman would never fully recover.
Senator Thurston, however, possesses
strong constitution and his recovery,
though of slow progress at first, was
greatly accelerated last winter when
Is, exceeding fair to look upon. She is
described as the possessor Of blue eyes,
wavy brown hair, soprano voice,
vivacious ways, a happy nature and
two lovely red lips. It was at box
party that Senator Thurston gave to
Media, the famous prima donna, that
he and Miss Purman met for the first
time. From all that the historians cGn
gather, it was an acute case of love
at first sight. AS they separated that
night, Miss Purman gave the senator q
white rose.
Possessing the gift Of poesy among
his other accomplishments, the senator
wrote and caused to be published a
poem on the rose. There We're newspa-
pers and men so rude and rough as to
make sport of the poem and to parody
it all out Of shape. Nevertheless, con-
sidering all the circumstances, it was
good poem, peculiarly expressive Of
the senator's love and alteration for
Miss Purman, which had already
reached heat the color of the rose.
The poem reads:
/ said to the rose: "Oh. rose. sweet rose,
Will you lie on my heart tonight,
VIII you nestle there, with your perfume
rare,
And your petals pure and white?"
II.
] said to the rose: "Oh, rose, sweet rose,
VIII you thrill to my every sigh,
Tho your life exhale in the morning pale
And you wither away and die?'
III.
said to the rose: "oh rose, sweet rose,
VIII you throb with my every breath:
VIII you give me the bliss of passionate
kiss.
Albeit the end iss death?'
".
The white rose lifted her stately head,
And answered me fair and true;
i am happy and blest to lie on your
breast
Fer the woman who gave me to you
To the cultivated and dispassionate
who understand both love and litera-
ture, we submit that these verses pos
sess high order of merit. The con-
Versation between the senator and the
rose is bright and spirited The rose,
sweet rose, approaching the honor of
lying on the senator's breast that night,
promptly accepted the invitation, with
the remark that it considered itself
happy and blest ever to get there The
rose did not specifically answer all the
senator's questions, it was too coy and
reserved to do that; but it gave him to
understand on the quiet that every
thing was all right; and there can be
no reasonable doubt that, once it
reached his heart, it nestled there with
perfume rare: that 1t thrilled to his
every sigh, although necessarily ow-
ing to lack Of water TO Stake its thirst,
it would be obliged its life to exhale in