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CASEY AT THE BAT.
As Recited by De Wolf Hopper.
Thcro was case in Casey's manner as ho stepped into his place;
thero was prido in Casoy's bearing and a smilo on Casey's face; and
when responding to tho cheers ho lightly dolled his hat, no stranger
in tho crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at tho bat. Ten thousand
eyes wero on him as ho rubbed his hands with dirt, live thousand
tongues applauded when ho wiped them on his shirt; then while tho
writhing pitcher ground tho ball into his hip, defiance glanced in
Casoy's oyo, a sneer curled Casoy's lip. And now tho leather-covered
sphere camo hurling thro1 tho air, and Casey stood a-watching it in
haughty grandeur thcro; close by tho sturdy batsman tho ball un
heeded sped "That ain't my style,'' said Casey, "Striko one,' tho
umpiro said. From tho benches, black with people, there went up a
mu tiled roar, liko tho beating of storm waves on a stern and distant
shore; "Kill him! kill tho umpire!'' shouted somo ono on tho stand,
and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
With a smilo of Christian charity great Casey's visago shone; ho
stilled tho rising tumult, ho mado tho gamo go on; ho signaled to
tho pitcher, and onco moro tho spheroid Hew, but Casey still ignored
it, and tho umpiro said, "Strike two.'' "Fraud!"' cried tho maddened
thousands, and tho echo answered "Fraud!" But tho scornful look
from Casoy and tho audience was awed. They saw his face grow
stern and cold, thoy saw his muscles strain, and they knew that
Casoy wouldn't let that ball go by again. Tho sneer is gono from
Casoy's lips, his teeth aro clenched in hate. Ho pounds with cruel
violence his bat ufxm tho plate; and now tho pitcher holds the ball,
and now ho lots it go, and now tho air is shattered by the force of
Casey's blow. Oh, somowhero in this favored land tho sun is shin
ing bright, tho band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts
aro light; and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhero children
shout, but thero is no joy in Boston mighty Casoy has struck out.
THACKERAY AND DIGKENS.
There is certainly a property, in Thackeray that somehow Hatters
the reader into a belief that hn is better than other people; and with
a young man especially ho is of an insidiously aristocratic eUect,
writes William Dean Howells in his literary autobiography. Ho
makes you able to look down with lofty scorn even ujkmi tho great
world which ho opens to you, and this turns the brain. I do not
mean to own that this was why I thought him a liner writer than
Dickens, but I will own that it was probably one of tho reasons why
I liked him better; if I understood and appreciated him so fully as I
felt that I did, I must bo of a liner porcelain than the earthen pots
which were not awaro of any particular diHerenco in tho various
liquors poured into them. In Dickens the virtue of his social defect
is that ho never appeals to the principle which snide, in his reader.
Tho baso of his work is tho whole breadth and depth of humanity
itself. It b helplessly elemental, but it is not tho less grandly so,
and if it deals with the simpler manifestations of character, charac
ter attected by tho interests nnd tho passions rather than tho tastes
and preferences, it certainly deals with tho larger moods through
them. I do not know that in tho whole rango of his work ho onco
sutlers us to feel our superiority to a fellow-creaturo through any
social accident, or except for some moral cause. This makes him
very tit reading for a boy, and. I should say that a boy could get only
good from him. His view of tho world and of society, though it was
very little philosophized, was instinctively sano and reasonable, even
when it was most imios.siblo.
THE COXEY BRIGADE.
Their collars aro not as stitr as starch
Their shoes may need sonio blackin;
But Coxoy's army's on tho march.
Whatever may bo lacking.
And it's tramp! tramp! tramp! . " -O'er
Holds of grain and clover,
And tho country will bo happy
"When this cruel war is over!"
In Washington they'll wave their;
Their tents they will adjust thero C
Thoy'll stamp their feet and shako- their rags,.
And wont thoy raise a dust there!
And it's tramp! tramp! trampl
From tho country up to Orover;
And tho country will bo happy
When this cruid war is over!"
AN EMBER PICTURE
Seated by tho dying fire,
Her guitar iifton her knee;
Softly strumming; softly humming ,'7
Wierdest elfin melody. "'."
Playing to herself or mo? - -
Sweetest music, silence music broken,.
By the low and tender strain;
Softly stn ling; softly humming;
Fairer than tho fair Elaine,
Ero love touched her brow with pain. .' -.
Thoughts aro deepest when unspoken, -When
hearts tremble to one key; "
Softly strumming, softly humming.
Ah, how deep her thoughts must be.
Thinking of herself or me?
H.ucicv Uo.mai.nk.
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Ollice hours: 10 to 11 a. m., 2 to 1 and 7 to S p. m. Telephone .'505.
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All the New Spring Styles in Furniture just arrived, and at Prices lower than
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QtaicltlMleal Gas Renames itrom SK to H3.
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