New-York tribune., 1903-03-18
THE TALK OF THE DAY.

less remarks made by women. among whom such
mistakes are supposed to be less usual than among
A woman who would consult her husband on his
deathbed as to what mourning she would wear for
him might fairly be pronounced lacking in tact
You agree with me? I should not hesitate to say
that she had not proved herself a perfect wife
"N1onstrousr' I hear you say. Yet this really oc-
Cured the other day. The woman in question be-
longs to that class in which reticence Is a quality
almost unknown. and in which arguments are con-
Quoted by means of lighted pRraff1ne lamps and
sharp-edged tenders. Think Of the poor man cling
ing to life and chershing hope that he would get
better and being plunged into abyss Of desc
lation by the wife Of his bosom murmurng tenderly
in his ear: THE doctor says you are too far gone
to recover. AIRY. What sort Of a widows bonnet
shall buy?'
Several instances Of want OF tact have come
before me lately One was the Of a wife who
had gone abroad and sent home foreign postcard
to the following effect
Safely arrived. and have Just enjoyed the first
well cooked meal have had for months
Her husband wrote to herr
What madness possessed you 70 write what you
my mother and her cook and the house is in such
a turmoil in consequence that am most uncom-
Portable.
The peccant wife's reply was this
cant forgive myself, and A am ,,,n sure 9g- you E II
You will scarcely believe me when ten you tnat
writing in Germany as did. some ride ridiculous @ ide.
possessed that postcard In English could not
Engand e ds 0'''' 40 ,
Second Warden E. A Mcpherson climbed the
penitenuary wall at Salem. Ore, the other night
TO test the vigilance of guards. McPhersons feat
was performed at the risk of his life. Had he been
discovered he would probably have been instantly
shot He placed q ladder against the exterior Of
the wall, climbed up lowered his ladder into the
ftail yard, and descended. He went through the
prison shops and a final touch carried away
hot ~ ana nf he WA
from this jail that the famous Tracy escaped last
summer, and 1t is supposed that the rife with
which he fought his way out was taken into the
prison over the yard fence.
Sunday School Teacher--well, who was sorry at
the return Of the Prodigsl Son? <-,-... -,--,-.,-
Register
AS part Of his own contribution to the ceebrA-
ton Of his ninety-third birthday and the twenty
fifth anniversary of his election Pope. Leo XIII
wrote Latin poem. which has been translated by
Dr. William H. Ward for the current number of
''The independent" 1t Is explained that no at
tempt has bsen made to follow the metre oc tbs
original. The translation follows:
IIEo's LAST PRAYER
Leo now sets thy sun; pale is its dying ray:
Black night succeeds thy day.
Black night for thee: wasted thy frame: ufss nood
No more thy shrunken veins
Death casts his fatal dart: robed for the grave thy
bones
Lie under the cold stones
But my freed soul escapes her chains. and longs
in flight
To reach the realms OF light.
That IS the goal she seels thither her journey
Grant, Lord. my anxious prayers.
That With the citissns Of Heaven, Code face and
light
May ever thrill my sight;
That may see thy face. Heavens Queen. whose
Mother love
Has brought me home above.
To thee. saved through the tangles Of 8 perilous
way.
liz my 6TateE0 Ayb