The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1900-08-16


AS IL that soul had fed.
All through the valleys and noun
tains of Idaho, during the sturdy
days of SO, when the brave, sincere
and stalwart silver men of the state
were battling for their rights and
the common rights of humanity, and
at times when hope almost deserted
them, there would come a strain of
rythmic melody-music of the heart
and soul-from the then Wizard of
the Salt Lake Tribune Other bards
there may have been, but none that
sung the story of our silver land like
him. AS the clear harmony was
waited up the rugged mountain
gulches the tired miner bent a listen
ing ear and turned to his toll again
with hope revived and his strong arm
nerved to greater effort; the toiler in
the fields heard through the rustlng
grain, and mingled with the perfume
Of fruits and flowers, the melodies
that sung of industry rewarded and
hopes renewed; and so all over the
western land this music came to re-
sponsive hearts like a benediction,
| bearing hope and comfort in the be-
lief that the chief crime of the age,
the present and future impoverish
ment of all people by the adoption
of the yellow curse, would never be
fact accomplished His strains
were so lofty that conviction fol-
lowed as a matter of course. Dis
believers heard and were converted,
and the high priests of trusts and
the gold standard trembled and were
COMPOUNDED.
Only a few turns of this old world
since the above was true But today
the sweet harp of old-the Salt Lake
Tribune -discordant and shattered,
sounds different note. The man
acled hands of the former Wizard can
only touch the minor chords. The
harmony of old has ceased. Only
one trace of sincerity remains-the
tone of regret.
1--WE cannot buy with Gold the old asso-
Citations"
And yet over the land we see these
same profanitions of human temples
and of mental attributes, (of more
value than q world full of sacred
metal vessels) made to bow and break
under the pressure of this God of
Mammon that poses for a God of
Love But the clink of gold that
pays for such prostitutions can not
be made to chord with the sounds
from the heart, the melody of other
days. Sitting by the shore of
Scottish lake, the ancient minstrel
clasped his withered hands and said:
''Vainly thou bidst me wake the strain,
Though all unwont to bid in vain;
Alasl than mine, mightier hand
Has tuned my harp, my strings has spannedi
touch the chords Of JOY, but low
And mournful answer notes of VICE."
The difference between the Trib
une of '96 and now is that of the
patriot defending hearth and home
and of the hired assassin stabbing to
death the future of men and little
children. Harp of the West, fare
WE'LL
Hark' AS my lingering footsteps slow retire,
Some spirit OF the air has walked thy string
It's now a seraph bold with touch OF fire
Ills now brush OF Fairy's frolic wing.
Receeding now, the dying numbers ring
Fainter and fainter down the rugged dell
And now the mountain breezes scarcely bring
wandering witch note OF the distant SPELL
And now, tits silent all-enchantress fare thee
well!
The people of Idaho do not hate
the Tribune. The sensation that
wells up within them as they open
the once respected journal is that of
one who lifts and spreads before him
the familiar garment of some dear