The Newtown bee., 1904-04-22

 With the inspiration on them; With the very tones and accents And the passing lights and shadows Flahed upon them on the moment, And preserved for generations! Sermons, lectures and OratiOns, Tender words of dearest friendship, May be saved to future ages
 In the very tone and spirit
 Fresh and good as when first spoken. Fretful wives who thrive by scolding And reciprocating husbands,
 Couples finding pleasant @ pastime Swapping spleen and venting spiting Loving wives and tender husbands, Always speaking like fresh lovers, Or their cauStic curtain lectures. In the Self-Same words they uttered, With the same sharp punctuation, Bottled up with all their spicing, And, securely sealed, transmitted As an heirloom to their children, To their kindred and descendants. Great and many are the uses This invention may be put to. Lovers who are so fOndly passing, Passing fondly through their courting, Passing through the wooing season, And are sweetly eliminating, Nearing that exciting moment Nay, have reached the final moment When they pop the eventful question, And would know their mode of pop
 ping,
 Which to cherish and remember In the sober after season, It's rich tones and sweet emotions, All the shades and ''mOods and tens
 es"
 Of their tender duve-llke cooing, And would save their way of popping, Sweet and fresh as when delivered, And in after years enjoy it, When old Time has cooled their ardor; They can set this trap and catch it In its freshness and rich setting, Roll 1t as scroll, and file it With their bric-a-brac and antiques Great may be its revelations. Husbands, using this invention, Fathers troubled with sly providers Prowling round their homes and fire
 sides,
 Men whose hOneyed words are blasting, Scorching as the hot sirocco, !h1eveS Of virtue, social viperS; Husbands thus annoyed, and tathers Can disguise this delft cOntrivance In their haunts and secret pathways, As a tell-tale trap and catch them, With their very words seductive. All this flows from busy brain work, Brain work of the medium classes Verging on the superhuman., And the same brain inspiration Of the ever thinking poor man Gave the world the mystic lenses That can capture master pieces Painted by the hand of Nature, Or by nature nObly sculptured. Charming bits of natural beauty Picturesque, and soft, and pleasing pr Of natures piled-up grandeur, Mountain scenes, or placid valleys, Natures freaks of odd construction. Views of every thing in nature Or aspiring mans upbuilding: May be caught upon the instant On the photographic tablet, Which secures and holds them captive Until some convenient moment When the captOr'S touch of magic Breaks the silver bonds that bind them Thus men go and climb Mount Sinai Where the old law-given Moses Climbed and met the great Jehovah On mid ground twixt earth and heav-
 en,
 And received, mid cloud and thunder, God Almighty's will and statutes, Gods own law for all earth $ races, Craven by Jehovah's finger On enduring granite tablets Hewn from Sinai's dizzy summit; And there photograph the mountain, Mountain top of God and Moses, Mount where God proclaimed the stat
 uteS.
 Standing in the sacred footprints Where stood Moses on the mountain He can turn his shying lenses On the lightning summits On which Moses gaZed awe-stricken And secure their awful grandeur Deeply printed on his tablets, Quick and certain as the sunbeams Dark athwart the azure heavens, Lighting up the spreading landscape | Thus secured he carries them, latent, Hidden in embalming silver, Carries the mountain of old Sinai To his own far distant dwelling, To his home, to be developed, To bring out in all perfection. Alpine peaks, clOud-cap'd are captured; | Splintered peaks like shafts of silver Piercing through the clouds, are taken When the Shimmering sunbeamS lights
 them
 And grey shadows play upon them; And conveyed away as trophies. Travellers gather with their lenses What could not be adequately Pictured by the pen or pencil; tleeting, bright, illuminations, Playful smiles that sweep the land
 Scape, As smiles light the human visage When the soul is moved with pleasure AS some angel strikes the heart
 strings