Arizona republican., 1900-12-23
A DREAM.

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 I had a dream the other day that was not all a dream. I thought I stood in the midst of a vast forest The beau- tiful moon, Altering through the rank foliage. lighted the dim vistas of na- lures grand cathedral and wrought on the background of gray soil lacy pat terms of exquisite filigree tracery.
 The pale nun, Silence, stalked un- needed by. The zephyrs, nights ar dent chaperones dozed. Peace, like a dewfall. folded me in loving embrace. The sweet quiet gladdened like full some praise. Precious presci5nce en- veloped as the light thas dazzled Paul.
 And, as I stC11 enthraHed, there arose from out the gloom a marble shaft-the emblem of death. The earth was rounded OCT like a grave And on the marble appeared a name 9 magic name-the name of Ingersol. At the sight thereof my tongue was IOose3 and I spoke, and my voice was like an echo from the tomb.
 In the eventide of life thou hast fallen asleep.
 Et is time.
 Thou hast had thy share of glory. Thy measure of fame is running over
 Oh, thou coiner If sweet counterfeit, multitudes have hung breathless on thy honeyed words. They charmed like the chant of the nymphs of Para disc. The witchery of thy cunning though wrought spells of strange hal luC.nation.
 O, thou wonderful hypnotizer of brains. Thou spake and tiny words yelled in tinselled sophistry, fascinated like a hOuri's thrilling gaze.
 Thou hast conquered men and fame; worldly honor and renown have fol- lowed meekly in tiny train. Triumphs galore, banquets and feasts were thine. Napoleon was great, but thou vert transcendant. o. falsifier of creeds.
 Thy weapons were words which ex- ploded the cap of doubt heath the altar of faith
 A woman once lived in a garret alone.
 All night long the gaunt wolf. Hun ger, hOwled at her. door, Dumb SoI- tude was her only companion, wori; her loving friend. Despised and ig- nored If man, yet-and this is the in- finite mystery-her face wore Jhe light of glory, her voice thrilled with the passions of victory, her frailties were strengthened by Sweet-voiced prayer, 1 through the eyes of hope to the Isle Of Faith.
 Thou parsed and hurled a javelin of scrupie inoo her soul She wavered- and was lost.
 Thou spied home of happiness. stole the jewels of joy from the crown Of content and replaced them with the stones of despair. Thou placed the dagger of remorse in the frenzied hand of ahe suicide and dashed the chalice | of prayer from the lips of devotion. Thou ropiaced the loGeJ1one of truth with that Of fallacy, and sent the bark to wreck on the treacherous sea of un- certainty.
 O, thou conquerer of men! Thou grappled with Death and art slain. Tell me, art slumbering still? Or hast thy soul put on immortality? Art striving | to beguile the saints of heaven into treasonable desertion? It was thy boast, O man, that there was no Gcd, no future-LC1at death was the end of a1l--5ut even as thou Hest I can see the royal rose of Hope rearing it's rich petals from thy grave, and my ears can catch the rustic of invisible wings.
 l care not what others may think, but to me Heaven is a garden where the royal ryse of sweet omrade.hip ever blooms-where love is ever vernal and ever true. An abode where restless hopes and long.nes for the future are swallowed up in q blissful, contantcd