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The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-21

After Venus was captured Brownie took
a short cut to the vacant house, while the
carriage kept a block or two out of the
way to accommodate him. He unlocked
the front door and then ran a short dis
lance from the premises before the party
arrived.
How is your health?' Said night doctor
No. l to Venus, as he was driving her
noiselessly along to her doom. He was one
Of Brownies young friends who was study
ing medicine and who was indebted to the
kind-hearted coachman for more than one
lift to tide him over his financial troubles.
Use jes' as we'll as a human bein' could
possably be-" replied the prospective VIC
tim Of medical science. II 'clar' ter good
ness I never was sick q day in my life"
ut may be-" interrupted night DOCTOR No.
2. that she is too healthy to use as a sub
Ject."
deed an double deed I IT," assented
Venus. quickly. IF you're lookin' fer folks
whats got intrustin' ailments. faint no use
fer to take me ter no hospital"
"Wall." said the other night doctor.
we'll see about hat later on. Healthy
people are just the kind we want some
times"
Then and there words failed Venus. She
was too frightened to reply. In a very few
minutes the carriage reached the vacant
house. A halt was made. Night doctor No.
. jumped out and rushed up the steps. He
opened the front door and closed It with a
bang. Night doctor No. l assisted Venus 10
alight. Her impulse to scream was r..
strained. both because she feared her 1ueu.
lar vein would be cut and because she on
tertained the hope that she might provo
too healthy to be Of any service to the night
doctors. Venus was being ordered to walk
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Wee Dayie DAYLIGHT.
Aud Daddy Darkness.

Aud Daddy Darkness creeps frae his hole.
Black Is q blackamoor. bin AZ . mole:
Stir the IRE till It loves. let the bairnie sit.
Aud Daddy Darkness Is no wantit yet.
| See him In the corners hidin' frae the LIGHT.
SEQ him at the window gloomin' at the
NIGHT:
| Turn up the gaslicht. close the shutters a.
An Aud Daddy Darkness will fee far AVA.
Ava. to hide the birdie within its coxy nest.
| AVA to lap the wee fooerS on their NTH
er's breast,
AVA to loosen CATER Toll frae his daily ca.
For Aud Daddy Darkness is kindly to a.
He when we're weary to wean's frae
DOR waes,
He comes when the bairnies are gettin' all
their claes:
To cover them sac cosy. an bring bonnie
dreams.
So Aud Daddy Darkness is better than he
seems.
steek yer cen, my wee tot. ye'n see Daddy
then:
He's in below the bed claes. to cuddle ys
he's fain:
Moo nestle in his bosie. sleep. and dream yer
fill.
TIL Wee pavie Daylight comes keekin'
owre the hill.
James Ferguson.
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FAMOUS SPEECHES.
Lee and Washington.

What is that combination Of influences.
partly physical, partly intellectual. but
somewhat more moral. which should make
a particular country productive of men
great over all others on earth, and to all
ages Of time? Ancient Greece with her In
denied coast. inviting to maritime adv'n-
turers. from her earliest period. was the
mother of heroes in war. of poets In ;oLg.
O. eculptors and Artists. and stands up
after the lapse Of centuries the educator Il
mj.'kind. living in the grandeur OF NJ.
works, and in the immortal reductions II
minds which modern civilization with I'll It's
cultivation and refinement and science
never surpassed and scarcely equaled.
And why. in the 500 years Of American
history. 1t should be given to the Old Do
minton to be the grandmother not only OF
states but of the men by whom states
and Empires are formed, it might be Gu
rtous were 1t possible for us to inquire. IN
questionably. Mr.. President. there is In
this problem the element of race: for he
Is blind to all the truths Of history. to
all the revelations Of the past. who does
not recognize a select race as we recognize
a select individual of a race. to make all
history. But permitting all speculations Of
that sort. when Virginia unfolds the scroll
OF her immortal ons-not because %illustri-
Gus men did not precede him gathering in
consultations and clusters, but because the
name shines out through those constella-
tons and clusters In all its peerless gran
deur-we read first the name Of George
Washington. And then, Mr.. President. after
the interval Of three-quarters of a century.
when your jealous eye has ranged down
the record and traced the names that his
tory will never let die, you come to tho
name-the only name in all the annals Of
history that can be named in the perllous
connection-of Robert E. Lee. the second
Washington. Well MAJ old Virginia be
proud of her twin sons, born almost a CEN
fury apart. but shining like those binary
stars which open their glory and shed their
splendor on the darkness of the world
Benjamin NJ. Palmer. From an address de-
hvered at a meeting Of the citizens of
New Orleans. October Is. 1870. the Funeral
Day of Robert E. Lee.
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man." would be nowhere near the vac INT
house between the hours of 8 and 9 o'clock.
Brownie told Martha she was the only wom-
an of his acquaintance who could keep her
right hand guessing what her left fand
was doing. pledged her again to eternal Sc
crecy, and promised faithfully that she
should know the joke in a few days
Gorgeously bedecked and bejeweled, We
nus. the proud and obdurate, started out
with Brownie to the fair. The .,ignt YVES
dark. The heavens were one huge blcck Of
blackness. which was relieved neither by
moon nor by star. Arm in arm the couple
were walking. when suddenly a man ap-
peared near the vacant house and asked II
he might speak a word privately with
Brownie. The two men had no sooner
stepped aside than there was a slight con-
fusion somewhere in the darkness neur by.
Just as Venus turned around to discover
the cause she was blindfolded. Before she
had time to scream q sepulchral voice an
nounced that the men who had captured her
were night doctors who wanted something
to dissect.
Don't scream" said the voice. FOR We
always cut the tugular vein of q woman
who raises a disturbance. Take my Advice
and keep quiet"
Into the carriage with rubber tires poor
Venus was lifted. moro dead than alive. II
there had been any doubt in her mind about
the genuineness Of these particular night
doctors it would Ill have been dispelled by
the noiseless movement Of the wheels. Rub
Der tires were q new thing under the sun.
Mr.. Vests carriage had just been pur-
chased. SO that the attention Of his cook
had not yet been called to this particular
feature.
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right along, when q man came rushing IN
breathless.
What's all dis hyer?'' he shouted.
It's me. It's me. your Venus, Brownie
and the night doctors got me, an goin' to
cut me up. Save me-, rave mo. fer Dc
Lawd's sake!'
Let her so at wunst er I'll make mince-
meat er yer" demanded Brownie. who
thereupon overpowered the night doctors,
put them to flight. rescued Venus and made
himself a hero in her sight all at :he same
time.
When speech returned. Venus fell upon
Brownies neck and thanked him till she
was GREATNESS from excess Of gratitude.
In a minute more I would a-been a dead
CONAN" said she. All de way erlong dem
rapscalion night doctors KEEP a tellin' how
day was a-goin' to kyarve me. Fust we'll
cut her years off, said one. It's q Ionx
time sence we've had sech a fine subjeck,'
ea1d the yudder. An when I tempted to
scream. wen cut yer ruglar vein.' said
dey."
brownie was philosopher enough to know
mat a woman who has been badly fright
ened - not responsible for what she saws.
Brownie. how can I ever repay yer?''
sobbed Venus. Whatever other faults she
had. insratitude was not one of them. You
nave saved my live-delivered me, az twars,
from the lions den."
Marry me. Venus" said the practical.
matter-of-fact Brownie.
80 venus and Brownie were married. Mar.
ina received a brand new alpaca dress.
ano a joke was told her according to prom
ise' though 1t was not the Joke that the
happy bridegroom played to win his bride.
Mary Church Terrell. in Washinston
Post
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Rain on the Roof.

When the humid shadows hover over all the
starry spheres.
And the melancholy arkness gently weeps
in rainy tears.
What a bliss to press the pillow of a cot
tage chamber bed,
An6 listen to the patter of the soft rain
overhead!
Every tinkle on the shingles has an echo
in the heart:
ing start.
And a thousand recollections weave their
air-threads into wool.
AS 1 listen to the patter of the rain upon
the roof.
Now. in memory comes my mother, As
she used In years agone
TO regard the darling dreamers ere she
left them till the dawn:
So / see her leaning DER me as I list to
this refrain.
Which is played upon the shingles by the
patter of the rain.
Then my little seraph sister. with the wings
and waving hair.
And her star-eyed cherub brother-a serene,
angelic pair
Glide around my wakeful pillow. with their
praise or mild reproof.
As i listen to the murmur Of the soft rain
on the roof.
And another comes, to thrill me with her
eyes delicious blue;
And I mind not. musing on her, that her
heart was all untrue:
I remember but to love her with q passion
kin to pain.
Ant my hearts quick pulses vibrate to the
patter OF the rain.
Art hath naueht Of tone or cadence that
can work with such a spell
In the souls mysterious fountains, whence
the tears OF rapture well.
As that melody OF nature. that subdued.
subduing strain
Which is played upon the shingles by the
patter OF the rain.
Coates Kinney.
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TALKING CHINESE.

1T was during the height Of the late military
troubles In China. and an English corre-
spondent was standing near two Alsatians
Of the German troops. One said to the
other:
"Schang. schynt d'sunn schun?" John, IS
the sun shining yetD
His companion replied: ia, d'sunn
schynt schun lang" Nes, the sun has been
shining a long time.)
An English soldier CHANGED to pass az this
interesting conversation was progressing.
and he stopped to listen. Then he exclaimed
feelingly and with evident admiration:
wonderful fellers, these Germans! Only
been here a week, and blowed If they amt
talking Chinese already!'
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HEADS UP.

DON'T kick and WHINE
Just get in line .,,. ora MUCK:
Don't frown and scowl.
Look glum and growl,
stop prating about i'll luck.
Lift up your head.
Don't seem half dead,
Stop wearing a wrinkled face;
Give smiling hope
Sufficient scope.
And joys will come apace.
Out on the man
Whose little span
Is full Of grief and gloom,
Always dreary
Never CHEEKY.
From trundle-bed to tomb.
Give me the chap
Who, whate'er may hap.
Looks up, and is cheerful still.
Who meets a brunt
With a smiling front,
And nerve. and vim, and will.
Jay Bee, in Success.
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The Patchwork Quilt.

The patchwork quilt It's a homely theme:
Vet visions as bright as a poets dream
Init by me now. as I sit and gaze
On this much-lcved relic of former days:
For. as over each square" my eyelids bend.
The form Of some loved and long-lost friend
Rises UPS gone-and I drop a tear.
Yet feel tina their spirits are lowering
near.
Mother! just here. in this pale bun ground"
All Hastily sprinkled with palm-leaves
round,
/ seem to see thy pale, sweet face.
And thy delicate form of matchless grace,
oh. mother! if down from thy home Of
bliss.
Thou canst come to a world of sin. like
this.
/ ! know that thy spirit around my soul
Is pouring the balm of its sweet control.
And thy angel babe. which thou left'st
awhile.
Then beckoned to HEAVIER with a mothers
smile:
Oh. ven 1 remember the tiny form
That filled my heart with a wondering
charm.
This delicate pink. with a running vine.
That wondrous little form did shrine.
When first I saw tin worlds of light,
1t is roaming now in "a robe of white"
And other bright links of our hosehold
Oah1s
Who have followed them to the silent
land"
Seem bound to me yet, old quilt by thee.
And many much-loved friends I see.
Who are lingering yet in this world Of ours;
Some wandering far. mid prairie flowers;
Some here. some there. but thou calIst them
back.
From Death and Times life-darkening
track.
Old patchwork quilt! thou vast never
bright
With hues that were drawn from the rain
bows light;
The glorious sun, as he sank to rest.
Never left a beam on thy time-stained
breast,
OF his beautiful purple. pink or gold.
Which oft DER the earth like a charm he
rolled:
Yes. thou art more humble-less bright by
far
Than the faintest ray from the evening star.
But it's simple things that most touch the
heart:
And from thee, old quilt! I will never part.
For thou lead'st me back to my childhood's
hours.
When the buds and blooms of affections
flowers
Were trained round my heart by another's
love:
she is gone, long ago, to her rest above:
Yet thou from my love shalt ne'er be riven,
For thou epeak'st of the past-of her-of
Heaven!
-Clarv Neal.
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Sweet is the sleep that hath bound you:
Trumpet shall rouse you no more.
Sweet M serene be your slumbers,
Hearts for whose freedom We bled:
Millions whom NJ man can number,
Never shall morn brightly breaking.
'psqs spn,peIS pes 10 sle9L
Enter your chambers of gloom.
Till the last trumpet awaking
Sounds through the depth of the tomb.
Wee Davie DAYLIGHT.
Wee Davie DAYLIGHT keeks owre the sea.
Early in the mornin'. WI a clear e'e:
Waukens a. the brides that are sleepin'
SCUM,
Wee Davie Daylight Is nae lazy loon.
Wee Davie DAYLIGHT elow'rs owre the hill.
Glints through the greenwood. dances on the
rill:
Smiles on the wee cot. shines on the ha':
Wee Davie DAYLIGHT cheers the hearts O. a.
Come. bonnie bairnie: come AVA to me;
Cuddle In my bosie. sleep upon my knee:
Wee Davie DAYLIGHT moo has closed his ee
In amang the rosy clouds. far ayont the
sea.
Robert Tenant.
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HIS DUTY.

From the Indianapolis Press.
HOGAN: "Oi have found the mon thot hit
me wild the brick as OF was passin' the
alley. Twas Garrigan."
Grogan: Are yea goin' to git sven7"
Hogan: "Oi Am not. Twas all a mistake,
tn mon was only doin' his jooty. He
fought OF was tn cop in plain clothes"
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Every tear is answered by a blossom.
Every sigh with songs and laughter blent,
Apple-blooms upon the breezes toss them.
April knows her own and is content.
Susan Coolidge.
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Night Winds Are
SMeeninp.
MOurnfully

SWVSPfH6'
Night winds are mournfully sweeping,
whispering oak branches wave.
Where your loved ashes are sleeping,
Forms Of the true and the brave.
Silence reigns breathless around you.
All your stern conflicts are DER.
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FOR POEMS.

THE REPUBLIC Is glad to publish famous DO
| ems and well-known old songs at the request OF
its readers. Requests for verses maj are nr'v u !.
in character and local in significance Will not
/ be noticed. Persons responding to published re-
| quests for poems should address The Republic
| Famous Poem Department. Poems that are more
| than forty or fifty lines In length are not pub
Nshed on account OF demands upon tho aiiotteo
space. All readers who make requests for poems
should sign their full names and give addresses
| Sometimes the poem asked for Is too long for IN
sertion. and the obliging reader who has q copy
OF the poem may. II he cares to do 80. mail IL
direct to the proper address. communication
should Be written ON one side OF the paper.
| To the Editor of The Republic.
1 have been very much interested in your
| column of Famous Poems. VIII you please
publish the poem by Francis Osgood called
! Labor Is Worship? The first lines are:
! Pause not to weep the wild cares that come Ger
| Hark, how creations deep musical chorus.
Lizzie NOVEL;.
To the Editor Of The Republic.
I would X to see In PRINT the soms
ten during the Civil War. The chorus:
Then tramp away
Where the bugles play,
We are marching on to Richmond:
And our nag shan CLEAN
In the mornings beam.
From many Q spire In Richmond.
Tho first verse begins:
Our knapsacks slinS
And blithely sing.
We're marching on to
Another old song I would like to SEQ IN
print ID called ''The Willow Song. II De-
gins:
Twas q cold and starry evening.
Moonlight fell In silver lines.
Airy voices sad were grevinG
Through the music-hansed pines.
Pale . mother w.tcaeo ner ,oH '
Oh mother. mother. nearest
Thou those distant sounds OF Joy!
These songs were popular forty years ago.
MRS. w. H. OTWELh.
Plainview. Ill.
To the Editor OF The Republic.
WIN you please ask some Republic read
er to send me the poem by ELIZA Sooh' o"'
stanxa Of which runs thus:
A rich man walked abroad one day,
And a moor man walked the self-same way:
when q pale and starving faee came oy'
with a panid lip and . hopeless eye:
Ana that staryinr face presumed to stand
And ~ for bread from the rich mans hand.
Rut the rich man sullenly looked askance.
with q gathering frown and q doubtful sla"ce'
81 have nothing" said he. ito give to you'
Nor any such rogue Of = canting crew."
And he fastened his pocket. and on he went,
With his soul untouched and his conscience con-
tent. wv
Chetopa, Kas.
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LITTLE CLASSICS.

All flowers Of spring are not Mays own:
The crocus cannot often kiss her;
The snowdrop. ere she comes, has flown
: The earliest violets always miss her.
Lucy Larcom.
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am not merry: but l do beguile
The thing l am by seeming otherwise.
-Othello.
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ISRAELI.

(AND the angel ISRAELI, whose heartstrings
] are a lutte, and who has the sweetest voice
| Of all Gods c~reatures)
In heaven a spirit doth dwell.
Whose heartstrings are a lutte;
| None sing so wildly well
| As the angel ISRAELI.
! And the giddy stars (so legends telD.
| Ceasing their hymns. attend the spell
OF his voice, all mute.
| Tottering above
In her highest noon.
The enamored moon
Bushes with love
While. to listen, the red levin
with the rapid pleads. even.
Which were seven)
Pauses in heaven.
| And they say (the starry choir
n the other listening things
That Israfels fire
Is owing to that Tyre
BY which he sits and sings.
The trembling living wire
| OF those unusual strings.
But the skies that angel trod.
Where deep thoughts are a duty.
Where Loves a grown-up god.
Where the houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
| Which we worship in a star.
| Therefore. thou art not wrong.
ISRAELI. who despisest
| Ar ~unimpassioned song;
| To thee the laurels belong.
| Best bard, because, the wisest:
Merrily live and long!
The ecstasies above
With thy burning measure suit:
Thy grief, thy joy. thy hate. thy love.
Il With tho forvor nf thy 1llfQ.
Well may the stars be mute!
| Yes, heaven is thine: but this
| Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely-dowers.
| And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
| Is the sunshine of ours.
| II I could dwell
| Where Israeli
Hath dwelt. and he where !.
| He might not sing so wildly we'll
A mortal melody,
! While a holder note than this might swell
From my Tyre within the sky.
Edgar Allan Poe.
The Daylight Is Gone.
| Come, dearest, the daylight is gone.
\ The stars are unwilling to thee,
| Come, wander, my loved one, alone,
II alone thou wouldst call it with me.
Let US go where the wild flowers bloom
Amid the soft dews of the night.
Where the orang dispels its perfume,
And the rose speaks of love and delight.
| Remember, love, I must soon leave thee.
To wander mid strangers alone.
| At eve thy sweet smile will not greet me.
Nor thy gentle voice at morn.
But O, twill be sweet to remember
That though I am far, far from thee,
'Tis the hand of fate only can sever
Thy lasting affection for me.
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The mind is like a sheet of white paper in
this, that the impressions it receives the
oftenest, and retains the longest, are black
ones.-J. C. and A. w. Hare.
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Spongy ~April-Tempest.

The Rose stull bushes. and vi'lets blow.
Sir Samuel Garth
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CHESLEY.
ChetopA Kas,

To the Editor Of The Republic.
Please publish in our Magazine section
q poem entitled THE Lily Of Poverty rat
written, I think. by Bret Harte. II not 100
long, ncor
Kennett. Mo,
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Eternal Spring. with smiling verdure here
Warns the mild Air. and crowns the YOUTH,
wear.
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Sir Samuel Garth.
Spongy April-Tempest.
Every tear is answered by a blossom.
Every sigh with songs and laughter blent.
Apple-blooms upon the breezes toss them.
April knows her own and is content.
Susan Coolidge.
am not merry: but 1 do beguile
The thing l am by seeming otherwise.
The mind is like a sheet of white paper in
this, that the impressions it receives the
oftenest. and retains the longest, are black
ones.-J. c.. and A. w. Hare.
Let them call IT mischief:
When it is past and %prospered twill be virtue.
Ben Jonson.
The Niobe of nations. there she stands,
Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe.
Byron.
Misery makes sport to mock itself.-Rich-
ard IL.
Calamity is mans true touch-stone.-
and Fletcher.
We have seen better d~ays.-Timon of
Athens.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes:
They love a train; they tread each others heel.
Young.
The way to resumption is to
Salmon P. Chase, Letter to Horace Greeley.
May II. 1866.
This banknote world.-Fitz-Greene Hal
leck.
sadness of memory every one complains
of, but nobody of the want Of Judgment
La Rochefoucauld.
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Let them call II mischief:
When 1t is past and p~rospered twill be virtue.
Ben JOnson.
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The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe.
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h way to resumption is to resume.
Salmon p. Chase, Letter to Horace Creole!
May II, 1866.
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Misery makes sport to mock itself.-Ric,
ard IL.
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Badness of memory every one complains
of, but nobody of the want of Judgment
La R~ochefoucauld.
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This banknote world.-Fftz-Greene Ha
leck.
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AND the angel ISRAELI, whose heartstrings
are a lutte, and who has the sweetest voice
Of all Gods cre2tures.)
Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1901-10-15
Champagne Puzzles Arabs,

A Vienna newspaper contains a lor<
description Of the expedition led by
the Austrian explorers Musil aM
Mlelich into the north Arabian deserts,
where they collected many scientific,
and histori NJ treasures. The eXplpr~
ers were attacked on six different ce-
casions by hostile Arabs. Five timte,
they drove off their aSsailants, but OF
the sixth they We're overcome and rnA
bed of everything. Then explanations
took place. The explorers informI
tie Arabs that they were not traders,
but scientific men. The Arabs then rs
stored the plumber, and friendly reix-
tons were established. A few bottles
Of champagne which We're among tiK,
stores We're presented to the Arabs,
who were delighted with the beverage.
OF course they did not know they wer,
transgressing the Mohammedan law
regarding wine. What puzzled them
a good deal was how champagne couk
boil and still keep cool.