The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1911-08-31

Inc recltalS ana song HOWeu III WOnuFOuS
sweetness of movement, cadence and
syllable expression, verify like the
zephyr among the roses and the brooks
in sylvan dells. There is nothing COM
parable in the world His speech was as
follows:
81 have to tender my sincere thanks
for being permitted to enjoy your meet
ing. When at home used to hear that
Americans don't treat our countrymen
as we'll as they do those of other nations,
and that everything In the Western
Country seems quite different from
things in the far East; but on arriving in
the United States l found your people
are polite and hospitable, and there is,
should say, only difference in customs
and social life. While here l have been
repeatedly asked about conditions in my
country of which have never known or
heard. We have been a great deal mis-
represented on the conditions of life in
the Orient compared with that in the
Occident, and l am of the belief that
human nature is about the same every
where. To the excellent man first met
in your country, Mr.. Phillips, from
whom l learned the great courtesy Of
your people, owe and express my high
est respects and regard. l have the
honor to say that America is a good
friend to China today, and that is known
to every intelligent Chinese. 1t is said
that the qualification of successful lead
ership is the capacity for friendship; but
to acquire or cultivate friendship there
is no better plan than meeting. If all
the nations of the world would be friend
" to one another, what virtue of nation
atty we would enjoy! So of this meet
ing l would say, it is the event around
which human life and interest centre,
and in which is concentrated human en-
thusiasm, inspiration and activity. The
principles of Christianity are about the
same as those of Confucianism, especial
ly on the question of human brotherhood,
which is practically manifested in this
country during my stay here"
Great enthusiasm and prolonged ap-
plause followed Mr.. Kuai's speech, re-
cital and song. His presence and part in
the meeting were the star attraction.
As to reading Of his literary produc-
lions the President did not treat US with
one thing, probably concluding that va
riety is the spice of life. That used to
be said long ago, but he wakes up to
new or old notions once in while. He
first read quaint, scientific thing, a
squirt at the strides of human progress
now SO noticeable from the standpoint of
an old-timer, entitled Things Are Get
ting Acute" Here is scrap Of it.
Sent the news humming over the world like
We thought the millennium surely had come,
But, fact, it was only the beat of the drum,
The reveile that tapped out the break of the
day,
When science begun to wire its way.
Now it takes weak voice over thousands of
miles,
And brings back an answer wrapped up in its
coils.
But, heavens, the wire'll soon rust in the
dump,
Messages ii be given the world in lump,
Sound waves, broad as the ocean and high as
the moon,
VIII be caught and condensed in your ear
pretty soon.
And the Prof. Metaphysical says it may be,
We yet will hear spirits our eyes cannot see,
Our now too gross to hear more than
world sounds,
Will be aided that much when science abounds
So confess your sins here, your secrets re-
Or science will peddle them out in the wind"
Then he read the white moonlight part
of his Canto on True's Mills, the lines
running thus:
with chair and pipe the miller dove
Into nook beside the stove.
And as the stones their round would keep,
He presently dropped off to sleep.
Then through his sumbering senses stole
rapturous vision of the soul;
There seemed to drop before his eyes
A Jacobs ladder from the skies.
Outside the sleety sky had cleared;
Fair in the west the wind had veered.
White looked the moon through cloud fleece
white,
White lay the snow upon the mill
White woods and ways and field and hill.
With flour the floor was white within;
White stones and bolt their rumblng din
Within their rumbling case of pine
Kept up, while Colby in recline,
With white upon his frock and hat,
That fallen, lay upon the mat,
Saw dreamy forms in white appear,
Bespeaking him heavenly cheer"
f,,l
Till on his ears burst forth song,
Was it from the immortals bright?
Oh, no, they vanished from his sight,
And back into the ether blue
Went forms of Prescott and of True,
While yet more loudly swelled the song,
And echoed woods and dale along.
Now need l tell that Boguesdales clan,
Coasting, far up the woodroad ran,
Though starting on the hill where safe,
Duke Ripley's winter wrapped estate,
And now returning to repeat
Their daring venture on the street.
They turned unto the grist mills cheer,
To take the frost from toe and ear,
And, entering, merry throng.
They shook the rafters with their song,"
The President also read chapter from
A new book he is writing, entitled "Lost
Thrones"
Mr.. James Warren Skinner, our old
'choolmate, at South Montville, but for
years resident of Searsmont, furnished |
music an bic n,o