The age-herald., 1900-07-01
THE MURMUR OF THE WORLD.

Madam, you have bereft me of all words. Only my blood speaks to you in my veins; And there is such confusion in my powers, As after some oration fairly spoke
 By a beloved prince, there doth appear Among the buzzing pleased multitude; Where every something being blent to-
 gether
 Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy, Express'd and not express'd.
 The fool loves himself. Wise men love women. The fool-"You know I say noth- ing to him; for he understands me not nor I him." God made him, and therefore, let him pass for man. In truth, I know it is a sin to be mocker: But, he! why, he hath better horse than the Neapolitan's;> ;> a better bad habit of frowning than the Count Palatine: he is every man in no man: if a throstle sing, he falls straight a caper- ing; he will fence with his own shadow" He is a proper mans picture; But alas! who can converse with a dumb show?" He is the ever-present, eternal personal pronoun, First Person Singular. Do you know my brother Sam? You ought to know Sam-Sam's great ass'
 But there is a world of good men and a world of women for them to love. Woman's rightful mission is to be loved, and love to be loved She is the source of all real joy all real good She sets the flowers by the daffodil way, and even the orole gathers from her its tenderest notes of song; and that beautiful creature of melody most con- stant amongst all the winged choristors of the wood, must have taken of her it's spirit of fidelity!
 Some women nestle whilst others storm their way to the dominion of men, Most little women nestle, and little women love with bewildering playfulness and delightful inconsistency It is a way they have. Every man under the sun has known some woman whom he called little sweetheart" The fatter the man and the smaller the woman the more riotous that little sweetheaR' madness runs. Nothing else is quite so silly, quite so delightfully."- absurd, quite so human as to watch the antics of dear numbering old Twentystone around a lit- tie thing with fluffy hair, trustful eyes, and an irrepressible desire to firt. The good Twentystone calls her little sweetheart" little woman," little girl" and, in the gloom of the vineclad veranda, whispers 'darlin' whilst he gasps for breath. Lit tie women like that sort of thing have that sort of way. The beloved and altogether lovable Twentystone has a great variety of names to apply to his beloved, all pre- ceded by the cherished "little"-'Little Sunshine" Little Star" Little Violet" ............... him, no doubt. and his many friends are
 
 Wonder where he is tonight?
 Tt may well be doubted if there is an- other town in America whose people derive so few comforts from taxation as the peo- pie of Birmingham" said Sol Caheen, the Second avenue dry goods merchant. Our taxes of all sorts are heavy enough, in all reason, but we get almost nothing to show for the burden. Our streets are the dirtiest and dustiest streets in this country, I'll wager. The city government makes no apparent effort to clean the streets or deal with the dust nuisance; and the most prosperous and promising city in the south is kept, so far as the streets go, in con- dtion that would disgrace a wayside will lage"
 As he spoke, Mir. Caheen pointed to Nineteeth street and to Second avenue, and just then there came swiring along a dense cloud of dust fecked with waste paper, straw, and nameless filth.
 "Td like to know what we get for heavy taxes" the merchant said, indignantly. Dirty streets-dense dustr
 Former Governor Thomas G. Jones, &C., companied by his private secrStary, arrived in town from Montgomery yeaterday, and