New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-09-29
THE TAIN or THE DAY.

a San Franciscan named Frederick Muller got
divorce from his wife several months ago on the
ground OF desertion and cruelty. Later she
committed TO insane asylum. Now he has had
the decree Of divorce set aside the ground that
he believes her mistreatnent OF him due 10 the
condition Of her mind. and that he wishes to care
for her during the period OF inhrmty and after
ward in the event Of her recovery.
THE CRY OF THE LITTLE PEOPLES.
The ery Of the Little Peoples went up God in
Tie Czech and the Pole. and the Finn and the
Schleswig Dane.
We ask BUT little portion Of the green and
Only 70 sow and sing and reap In the land Of our
We ask not coalinE stations. ports in the
We leave to the big child nations such rivalries
We have learned the lesson OF time. and we know
three things OF worth.
Only 10 SOW and sing and reap in the land OF our
birth.
Oh. leave US our little margins waste ends of land
A ilttle grass and hill or two. and shadowing
Oh. leave us our little rivers that sveetly catch
To drive our mills and TO carry our wood and to
Once long ago Ike you. with hollow pursuit OF
We filled all the shaking world with the sound Of
But now, we are glad to rest. our battles and
Glad Just to sow and sing and reap In our share
Of the sun.
And what shall you gain Z you take us. and bind
And drive US 70 sing underground IN a whisper
Forbid the use Of our hearts own nursery
Is this to be strong. you nations: is this to be
Your vulgar battles to fight and your shopman
For this shall break hearts. for this Shall
What ra I5d IN men the deg or battle 70 %. s
The Czech ana the Pole. and the Finn and Oh.
Schleswig Dane?
The cry of the Little Peoples goes I'D to GOD In
vain "
For the world is given over to the cruel sons Of
The hand that would bless US is weak and the
hand that would break us Is strong:
And the power of pity is naught but the power Of
The dreams that, our fathers dreamed to-day are
laughter and dust. ~
And nothing at all In the world is LEFT FOR a man
Let US hope no more. or dream or prophesy or
For the iron world no less will crash on It's from
And nothing is left but to watch. with bs,r,s..
The S ksS Se aS lot the world and the kind old
-(Richard lie Gallienne. In The London Chronicle.
The Archbishop of Canterbury's visit n ar,.r,..
serves to call attention to the peculiar fact that
his ancient cathedral at Canterbury shelters the
remains OF only one English king. Henry w That
this particular monarch should have been en+ornba5
there is the more remarkable since he breatha6
his last IN the Jerusalem Chamber OF Westroirstsr
Abbey. and II might naturally have been supposed
in the circumstances that he would have been laid
to rest IN the Abbey, where many other OF Eng
lands Kings sleep their last sleep 1t seems bow
ever that Henry before his death gave orders that
he was be buried in the cathedral at f,ortar-
bury, opposite the tomb of his uncle Edward tha
Black Prince. For hundreds OF years a story vss
current that on the way down the river a hurricane
arose. and that the people board the vessel con-
WINGED that the storm caused by the fact that
a Kings body was on board. cast the corpse into
tho water in the dead OF night and filing the
coffin with rubbish. brought II with all pomn
and circumstance TO the cathedral Some wear, ago
the dean and chapter resolved 10 get at the truth
of the story. So they opened the royal tomb
First they came TO the coffin OF Joan. the Kings
wife. who lies beside him IN efigy on the tomb;
then they saw the Kings coffin. The lead box wa,
opened and for one brief moment dean and chapter
gazed upon the kingly nneaments Of that monarch
whom Shakespeare describes ''sly aspiring Boil
ingbrook'' Only for moment. however as the
body crumbled to dust almost at once. But Can
terbury now knows beyond all doubt that Eng
fish King rests within its walls.
Are you the man who wrote the beautiful sonnet
in the newspapsr2' asked the lady enthusiast
IT am merely the man who conveyed the idea
The prootreader wrote it."-CToledo Blade.
Lord Curzon's writing was so bad at Oxford that
when he wrote 10 relative and TO a friend with
whom he was wont TO be candid about that reia-
tive's shortcomings and put the letter In the wrong
envelope. no harm resulted. His kinsman couldn't
read the letter. but surmised It must be a request
for money and sent check at onc4
Don't be too hard on the boy. You must re-
81 Know that Hes reseSed the ass ass OF excuses
-(Kansas City World