The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-03-08
With the Long Boau.
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-"Hys naturs's walks. shoot folly

nj oW will the his theft of Manchura the
IN Hague tribunal? "'E
John Hay told them that they might fight far
west Of Mukden. Russia claims foul. -" .@#' -
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The dangers of the lungborng in the the
Hennepn lines happily mtigated by the clgaret man
lighting ND his oiled waste in the back vestibue.
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All over this broad Of the hen is out the
land again turning the soil and tossing off fresh eggs
The way price holds in the face Of all this feathered
activity is aterng testimonial to strong work the
part of our gentemanly grocers.-
If the beef trust makes 80 per either the
farmer or the meat man buying automobiles today
The Japanese ought win. They haven't complained Of
the cold all this winter. $3.50 =: -
Battles seem to 60 right from day to day without
much apparent The od-fasioned way of ending
battle by side the other running like scared ackrab
bits have gone of fashion If there to be
more defeats, what is the of fghtng9 This furnishes
another why back number and should be
suppressed. .
An "oldfashoned mother' who writes that she "rocked
her sleep for their comfort and her own
for this column today, the whole Of the Crade Hymn Of
which printed from memory several days
ago In her letter she writes that cudded the babies
in my and sang them softly to Sleep the little voices
the last and best The words Of the hymn follows:
Hush, my DEAR lie slumber,
Holy Angels guard thy bed
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently fall upon thy head
Sleep, my babe thy food and rament,
House home, thy friends provide.
And without thy payment
All thy wants are we'll supplied,
How much better thou'r attended
Than the Son of God could be;
When from heaven he descended
And became child like thee.
H. Sec the glorious Babe a-dressing
Lovely infant, how he smiled,
When he wept, mothers blessing
Soothed and hushed the Holy Child.
Soft and easy is thy cradle,
and hard thy Savior lay;
For his birthplace a stable
r And his softest bed was hay
See the kindly shepherds him
Telling wonders from the sky;
Where they sought him, there they found him,
With his Virgin mother by
Lo he SAUNDERS the manger
Where the horned fed
Peace, my darling, here's danger
There's thy bed.
Soft, my child, I do not chide thee
Tho my song mi ht sound too hard,
IT'S thy mother sits beside thee
And her shall be thy guard.
But to read the shameful story,
How the Jews abused their King.
How they served the Lord of Glory
Makes me angry while l sing.
Twas child dying,
Save my dear from burning flame
Bitter groans' and endless crying,
That the blest Redeemer came.
T could give thee thousand kisses
Hoping that most desire,
Not mothers fondes wishes,
Gan to- greater joys ASPIRE.
Mayst thou live to know him,
Trust and love him all thy days.
Then go dwell forever him,
See his face and sing his praise.
M@
In his musical evening Detroit after leaving Mnneapo
lis, Paderews, according to the Detroit papers, seemet
almost inspired but he had unapprecative listener
The Journal gives the sad story these Words: 7@@
A crying chld--whose entrance to the building
should never have been permitted almost brought
disaster With the vast auditorium still the breath
ing of Paderewsk himself could be heard, the air
suddenly rent with the bowls of small child, whose
parents in their frantic efforts to smother his cries
III created commoton. The youngster
quickly hustled from the hail. protesting at the top
of his lungs all the way while Paderewsk did his best
to keep himself under control and continue his playing
amid the noise and halfsuppressed titterngs and
Carnations Of annoyance in the audience. - =, i,sx
There places where little "Toos'' is the whole thin
and where his little cutlery is music and does not
make afraid but those places cannot be numbered
musical affair like Paderewsk concert. That Tootsie
small song out of harmony with piano recital must
confessed by those who love children the best.
But how do you suppose ''papa'' felt? And what di
he say when he got outside7 We fear! "A. J. R.