New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-12-09

SO high. Couriers arrive bestrappcd and
eebooted bearing JOY and Sorrow baPRed up
nm pouches of leather, There, ton-laden and
with four swift horses. rolls i'm the country
baron and his household; here. on timber leg.
the famed soldier hops painfully along beg
glng aims; thousand carriages. and wans
and cars come tumbing in with Food, with
young Rustieity, and other Raw Produce
inanimate or animate. and go tumbling out
sgan with Produce manufactured. That liv-
i.g flood. pouring through these streets. OF
all qualities and ages. Mowest thou whence
D. is coming, whittier it is going? Aus der
Ewigkeit IN der Ewigkeit hin: From
Eternity onward to Eternity These are
Apparitons: what else? Are they not Souls
rendered visible; I'm Bodies that took shape
and will lose it, melting into air? Their
solid Pavement is Picture Of the Sense;
they walk on the bosom Of Nothing, blank
Time rs behind them and before them. Or
fancieS, thou. the red and yellow Clothes
screen yonder, with spurs on its heels and
feather in its crown. is but of To-day with
out Yesterday or a Tomorrow; and had
not rather its Ancestor alive when Hengst
and HorSa oyerrsn thy Island? Friend, thou
seest here a living link in that Tissue Of
History, which inweaves all Being: watch
well. or il will be past thee and seen no
more
Zach. mein Lieber' said he once at mid
ght when we had returned from the COT
fee-housc in rather earnest talk, 1T Is
true sublimity 90 dwell here These fringes
Of lamplight, struggling up through smoke
and thoussndfold eNhaation, some fathoms
into the ancient reign of Night what THINKS
Bootes of them, as he leads his Hunting
Dogs over the Zenith in their leash Of side
real fire? That stifed hum Of Midnight,
when Traffic has lain down to rest; and the
chariot wheels Of Vanity, still rolling here
and there through distant streets, arc bear
ing her TO Halls rooted in and lighted to
the due pitch for her; and only VICE ana
Misery to prowl or to moan like nightbirds
are abroad; that hum, / say, like the ster-
torous, unquiet slumber of sick Life, Is heard
in Heaven. Oh, under that hideous covoriet
Of yapors, and putrefactions, and unimagina-
bic gases. what fermenting vat lies sim
mering and hidl The joyful and the SORROW
full are there; men are dying there, men are
being born; men are praying on the other
side Of a brick partition men are curslhg'
and around them all is the vast, void night.
The proud Grandee still fingers in his per
fumed saloons, or reposes wlthm damash
curtains: wretchedness covers into trucke-
beds. or shivers hunger-stricken INTO IT'S lar
of straw: in obscure cellars, Rouge-et-Noir
languidIv emits its voice Of destiny TO bag
gard hungry villains, while councillors OF
state sit plotting and playing their hlgn
chess game, whereof the pawns gre men
The lover whispers his mistress that the .
coach is ready, and she, tull OF nope anu
fear clides down TO fly with him over the
bordors; the thief. still more silently, sets to
his picLlocks and crowbars. or Turks in wait
- obi frer s..
Cav mansions, with supper rooms and dane
ing rooms. are full OF light and music ana
birh-swelling hearts; but, in the condemned
cells the pulse Of life beats trcmulous ana
faint and bloOdshot eyes look out through 1
tbr darkness. which is around and within, .
for the light Of a stern last morning. SN
men are 70 be hanged on the morrow: comes
no hammering from the RaDenstein their
o-allows must even now be a-bulding. Up
wards of I'VE hundred thousand two-legged
animals without feathers lie round us IN
horizontal positions, their heads all IN night
CAPS and full Of the foolishest dreams KioI !
cries aloud and staggers and sWaggers III ms +
rank dcns Of shame, and the motneI' WIN
streaming hair, kneels over her paIld uE'"s
infant whose cracked lips only her tears
now moisten. All these heaped and huddIed .
together. with nothing but a little carpentry
and masonry between them-crammed in,
ike salted fish in their barrcl-or welterng,
shall l say, like an Egyptian pitcher OF tanned
vipers, each struggling TO get its mead above {
the others. Such work goes on under thsJ
smoke Counterpart! But |, mein Werther,
Sit above it all; / am alone with the stars
Owe looked in his face to see whether, IN (
che utterance of such extraordinary night
thoughts. no feeling might be traced there
but with the light we had, which indeed was
only a single tallow light and far eLough
from the window, nothing save that old calm
ness and fixedness was visible