The Republican journal., 1909-09-02

| chief. The Grand Duke, however, piec
/ liberation, and the chief SO loves the
Grand Duke that he tolerated, and
Malley in full title, armor and coronet
of Duke, hurled forth his shining lance
of wit and wisdom and compliment, hit
ting Phillips with first one and then
another of these missiles; but they fell
without penetrating his rugged nature,
for, like Achilles, he is vulnerable only
in his heel, and Malley didn't know it.
The next called was Mr.. Herbert H.
Bates, Principal of the Teachers Train
ing School of Cambridge, Mass, who
made his debut in the Dale meeting with
characteristic modesty and simplicity,
and with consciousness that the peda-
gogic toga does not fit over much handy
ing of words in jest. His excellent talk
along educational lines was, however,
enlivened by many happy criticisms and
quaint and humorous stories. The COM
plimentary things said of Mr.. Bates
during his few days of sojourn in the
Dale would fill book. At the close OF
his remarks the Chief arose and saidthere
was one more ducal coronet among the
stars that shine upon the Dale, and that
it was his pleasant duty to pluck and put
! it on the head of Mr. Bates, amid loud
acclaim declaring him Duke of Pedago-
gia.
! The horn boxes then came in for a
medley, sometimes locking horns, then
clearing horns and doing somersaults
over each other. They were a feature
in verify
Mrs. John NJ Sukeforth then read a
piece of Indian legend, in line with some
of the Dale Poets Cantos. Mrs. Suke-
forth's selections are always excellent,
and her elocution ranks with the best.
She was greeted with hearty applause at
the close of the reading.
Sir John M. Sukeforth then sang a
song of divine sweetness, with Mrs. S.
in instrumental accompaniment. Sir
John retains his youthful look and voice
and on this occasion executed his part
with great skill, and with the approba-
ton of his auditors.
The President then read his 10Th Canto
in prologue and two parts. In the pro-
logue were depicted the Prescott and
True Inequalities in the primitive log
cabin on South Ridge in Montville, with
Hermit Bogue again in attendance.
When the woodbird's wing was folded
Meath the brooding hush of June
Where the whippoorwill's refraining
Saddened with the waning MOON
"And of many strange variations
Brought from Saguenays stern wild,
That of Prophet Kaonabo,
Artless speaking as child,
Telling of the red mems bounty
In the origin of corn,
The Great Spirits gift from heaven
10 their children hunger born,
He essayed in sitting posture,
Fen as safe the Indian sage,
When he told it in the wigwam,
Sheltered from the white storms rage;
And the eager-faced young hunters,
Maidens, too in fox skins clad,
Grouped about in goodly numbers.
Audience made both sad and glad"
Thus was introduced part first.
"The Legend of the Gift of Indian Corn
Back in the dim past was the red
mems great traditional famine, when the
lakes and rivers dried up and fish and
game failed. Then appeared maiden
of wondrous beauty in her dark tresses,
luXuriant enough to constitute her entire
mantle. The young braves forgot the
bite of hunger in their admiration of her,
and she gave herself to one of them in
marriage. After three days she fell
into sad moods and took to the woods.
Her mate followed her night and day,
and
He the nymph divine was tracing,
/ When her song most weird and doleful
Like looms note IN the meadow,
Pealed and echoed in the distance"
Presently he saw her emerging from
the river bank across from where he
stood with something like a serpent
about her ankle, and rushing to meet
her, beheld in wonder the river waters
bubbling greatly and full of fishes, and
moose and deer coming down to drink
but the coil fell off from her ankle and as
quickly the waters, fish and game dis
appeared. The young brave threw him
self at her feet, imploring her to break
the sad spell, and explain, when she
said,
"My dear boy, l am the daughter
OF the Spirit Great and Bounteous
And am sent to save your people
From calamity most direfu
With stone axe kill my body,
Draw it round the open spaces
In the forest till with leaf-mould
Shall be mingled blood and sinew;
Bury then the wasted remnant
In the pine-clad earth's warm bosom.
Nothing else give assurance
OF salvation to your people,
Of course he strove nightly against
that, but old men in council prevailed in
carrying out her final decree that she be
slain with stone-headed arrow. Her
mate shot high Intentionally, but the
arrow was glanced by the limb of a tree,
and pierced her heart. He in anguish
then drew the body round the open
spaces in the forest for days.
"In a willow -wicken casket,
With wild roses deeply pillowed'
and buried it among the pines, built fires
to keep off sprights by night, and kept