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The Sioux County Journal,
VOLUME VII.
HAHKISOX, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, JULY 18, 1895.
NUMBER 45.
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THE GATES OF HELL.
REV. DR. TALMAGE SPECIFIES
SOME OF THEM.
Be Telia What Ther Arc Made Of and
Hammera the Brazen I'anela with
the Anvil of (iod'a Troth - Hwingiria;
Out and twioKfns In.
Preached In New York.
Io hi. sermon for last Sunday Dr. Tal
mage rhote ii momentous and awful topic,
'The Gales of Hell," the text selected
being the familiar passage in Matthew
XTi., JM. "The gatea of bell aball not pre
t a il against it."
Entranced, until we could endure bo
more of the splendor, we hare often gazed
t the shining galea, the gates of pearl,
the gate of heaven. But we are for a
while to look iu the opposite direction and
see swinging open and shut the galea of
hell.
I remember, w hen the Franco German
war was going on, that ! atood one daj in
Paris looking at the gatea of the Tuilenea,
and I nu ao absorbed in the sculpturing
at the tup i.f the gatea- the masonry and
the bronzethat I forgot myself, and af
ter aw hile. hiking down, 1 aiiw that there
were otliiert of I he law arrutinizing me,
supposing, no ilnubt, I waa a German and
looking nt those gates for adverse pur
pose.. Itut. my frienda, we ahull not
atand looking at the outside of the gate,
of hell. In 'Mix sermon I .hull tell yn of
both sidin. ii nd I shall tell you what those
gale, are made of. With the hummer of
(iod'a truth I .hull pound ou the brazen
panel., and with the lantern of (iod'a
truth I ahull a light uhiii the shining
hingea!
Impure I.iterotnre.
(iitte the First. Impure literature. AD
thony Oouistock seized twenty tuna of bail
book., plalea and letter pre... mid when
our I'rofpH.ur Cochran of the Polytechnic
In.titute poured the destructive aida on
tho.e plates they smoked in the righteous
annihilation. And yet a great deal of the
bad literature of the day is not gripped of
the law. It j strewn in your parlor.; it
la in your libraries. Some of your chil
dren read it at night after they have re
tired, the pus buni'-r awutig as near na
possible to their pillow. Much of thi. lit
erature i under the title of scientific In
foruiHtii.n. A hook agent with one of
these infernal bisiks, glossed over with
scientili'c nomenclature, went into a hotel
ami .'il in one day a hundred copies and
aold litem a!! to women! It is appalling
that men and women who can get through
their family physician all the useful in
formation they rimy need, and without any
contamination, should wade chin deep
through anch accursed literature under
the plea of getting uaeful knowledge, and
that printing pr-ses hoping to be called
decent lend themselves to thia infamy.
Fathers and mothera, be not deceived by
the title "medical work." Nine-tenths
of those hooka come hot from the lo.t
world, though they may have on them the
namea of the publishing houses of New
Tork, Chicago and Philadelphia. Then
there ia all the novelette literature of the
day flung over the land by the million. As
there are good novela that are long, ao I
suppose there may be good novela that
are short, and ao there may be a good
novelette, but it ia the exception. No one
mark thia no one ayatematically reads
the average novelette of thia day and
keeps either integrity or virtue. The most
of these novelette are written by broken
down literary men for small compensa
tion, on the principle that, having failed
in literature elevated and pure, they hope
to am ceed in the tainted and the nasty.
Oh, this la a wide gate of hell! Every
panel is mude out of a bad book or news
paper. Every hinge ia the intcrjoined type
of a corrupt printing press. Kvery bolt or
lock of that gate ia made out of the plate
of an unclean pictorial. In other words,
there are a million men and women in the
United States to-day reading themselves
Into bell!
When In one of our cities a prosperous
family fell into ruins through the misdeed,
of one of its members, the amazed mother
aaid to the officer of the law: "Why, I
never suposed there waa anything wrong.
I never thought there could lie anything
wrong." Then she sat weeping in ailenee
for some time and said: "Oh, I have got
It now! I know, I know! I found In her
bureau after she went away a bad hook.
That's what slew her." These leprous
booksellers have gathered up the cata
logues of all the male and female semi
naries in the United States, catalogues
containing the namea and residences of all
the students, and circulars of death are
Bent to every one, without any exception.
Can you imagine anything more deathful?
There ia not a young person, male or fe
male, or an old person, who has not bad
offered to him or her a bad liook or a bad
picture. Scour your house to find out
whether there are any of these adders
coibil on your parlor center table or coiled
amid the toilet set on the dressing case I
adjure y . ii before the ami goes down to
explore your family libraries with an inex
orable scrutiny. Iteniember that one bad
book or bad picture may do the work for
eternity. I want to arouse all your suspi
cion about novelettes. I want to put you
on the watch against everything thai may
seem like surreptitious correspoudijiii-c
. through the Mst ollice. I want you to tin
dcrsiand that Impure literature is one of
the broadest, highest, mightiest gules of
he lost.
' . Ii !'jMtllt3 Iimc-,
dale the Second. The dissolute dance.
Ton shall not divert ni to the general
subject of dancing. Whatever you may
think of the parlor dance or the methodic
motion of the body to sounds of music in
the family or the social circle, I am not
now discussing that ijueatlon. I want you
to unite with tne this hour In recognizing
the fact that there ia a dissolute dance.
You know of what 1 speak, It ia seeu not
only in the low haunts of death, but In
elegant mansions. It Is the first step to
eternal ruin for a great multitude of both
sexes. You know, my friends, what pos
tures and attitudes and figures are sug-
stad of the devil.
They w ho glide into the dissolute dance
glide over au inclined plane, and the dance
ia swifter and swifter, wilder aud wilder,
until with the speed of lightning they
whirl off the edges of a decent life into a
fiery future. This gate of hell awing
across the axuiiuster of many a fine par
lor, and across the ballroom of the sum
mer watering place. You have no right,
my brother, my ai.ter you have no right
to take an attitude to the sound of music
w hich would he unbecf ing in the ab
sence of music. No Chif kering grand of
city parlor or fiddle of mountain picnic
can consecrate that which God hath curs
ed. Indiscreet Apparel.
Gale tot Third. Indiscreet apparel. The
attire of women for the last few years
has been beautiful and graceful beyond
anything I have known, but there are
thoae w ho will always carry that which ia
right iuto the extraordinary aud indis
creet. I charge Christian wotneu, neither
by style of dress nor adjustment of ap
parel, to become administrative of evil,
l'erhaps none else will dare to tell you, so
I will tell you that there are multitudes of
men who owe their eternal dumnalion to
what has been at different times the bold
ness of womanly attire. Show me the
fashion plates of any age between this
and the time of Ixiuia X VI. of France and
Henry VIII. of England and I will tell
you the tyie of morals or Immoral of that
age or that year. No exception to it. Mod
est apparel mean a righteous people. Im
modest apparel always means a contami
nated and depraved society. You wonder
that the city of Tyre was destroyed with
such a terrible destruction. Have you
ever seen the fashion plate of the city of
TyreV I will show it to you:
"Moreover, the Iird saith. because the
daughter of .ion are haughty and walk
with atretched forlh necks anil wanton
eye., walking and mincing as they go, and
making a tinkling with their feet, in that
day the Isird will take away the bravery
of their tinkling ornaments about their
feet, and their cauls, and their round tires
like the moon, the rings and nose jewels,
the changeable suits of apparel, anil the
mantles, and the wimples, and the crisp
ing pins."
That is the fashion plate of ancient
Tyre. And do yon wonder that the l.ord
God iu hi indignation blotted out the
city, so that fishermen to-day spread their
net w here that city once stood?
Alcoholic Itevcruifi-.
(late the Fourth. Alcoholic beverage,
fill, the wine cup is the putron of impur
ity. The otlicers of the law tell us that
nearly all the men who go into the sham
ble of death go in intoxicated, the mental
and the spiritual abolished, that the brute
may triumph. Tell me that a young man
drinks, and I know the whole story. If he
becomes a captive of the wine cup, he will
become a captive of all other vices. Only
give him time. No one ever runs drunk
enness alone. That is a carrion crow that,
goes in a flock, and when you see that
beak ahead, you may know the other
beak are coming. In other words, the
wine cup unbalances and dethrone one's
better judgment and leaves one the prey
of all evil appetite that may choose to
alight upon his soul. There is not a place
of any kind of sin in the United States
to-day that does not find it chief abettor
in the chalice of inebriety. There ia
either a drinking bar before, or one be
hind, or one above, or one underneath.
These people escape legal penalty because
they are all licensed to sell liquor. The
courts that license the srIc of strong drink
license gambling houses, license libertin
ism, license disease, license death, license
ill sufferings, all crimes, all destinations,
all disasters, all murders, all woe. It is
the courts and the legislature that are
swinging wide open this grinding, creaky,
stupendous gate of the lost.
Hut you any: "You have described these
gate, of hell aud shown us how they swing
in to allow the entrance of the doomed.
Will you not, please, before you get
through the sermon tell ns how these
gatea of hell may swing out to allow the
escape of the penitent'" I reply, but very
few escape. Of the thousand that go in
perish. Suppose one of these wander
ers should knock at your dour, would you
admit her? Suppose yon knew where she
came from, would you ask her to sit at
your dining table? Would you ask her to
become the governess of your children?
Would you introduce her among your ac
quaintanceships? Would you take the
responsibility of pulling on the outside of
the gale of hell while the pusher on the
inside of the gate is trying to get out?
You would not, not one of a thousand of
you would dare to do so. You would
write beautiful poetry over her sorrows
and weep over her misfortunes, but give
her practical help you never will. Hut
you say. "Are there no ways by which the
wanderer may escape?" Oh, yes; three or
four. The one way la the sewing girl's
garret, dingy, cold, hunger blasted. Hut
you say, "Is there no other way for her lo
escape?" Oh, yes. Another way is the
street that leads to the river, at midnight,
the end of the cily dock, the moon shining
down on the water making it look so
smooth she wonders if it is deep enough.
It is. No boat inn 11 near enough to hear
the plunge. No watchman near enough to
pick her out before she sinks the third
time. No oilier way? Yes. Hy the curve
of the railroad at Hie point w here the en
gineer of the lightning express train can
not see a hundred yards a hem! to the form
that lies across the track. He may whistle
"down brakes," but not soon enough to
disappoint the one who seeks her death.
tut you .ay. "Isn't God good, and won't
He forgive?" Yes, but man will not,
woman will not. society w ill not. The
chun h of God says It will, but it will not.
Our work, then must be prevention rather
than cure.
Orent Kvlls of Society.
Those gates of hell are to be prostrated
just as certainly a God and the Bible are
true, but it will not be done until Chris
tian men and women, quitting their prud
ery and siineaniishiiess In thi m.itter,
rally the whole Christian sentiment uf the
church and assail these gn-at evils of so
ciety. The Bible tittera its denunciation
In this direction again and again, and yet
the piety of the day I such a namhy pam
bj sort of thing that you cannot even
quote Scripture without making somebody
restless. As long as this holy imle:lity
reign, in the church of Cud, .in will laugh
you to worn. I do not know but that be
fore the church wake up matter w ill get
worse and worse, and that there will have
to lie one lamb sacrificed from each of the
most carefully guarded folds. Slid the
w ave of u in leanness dushlo the apire of
the village church and the top of Itie ca
thedral tower.
Frophet and patriarcha and apostles
and evangelist, and Chrit himself have
thundered against these sins as against
uo other, aud yet there are those who
think we ought to take, when we speak of
these subject., a tone apologetic. 1 put
my foot on all the conventional rhetoric
on thi. subject, and I tell you plainly that
unle.s you give up that sin your doom ia
sealed, and world w ithout end you will be
chased by the anathemas of an incensed
(iod. I rally you to a besiegement of the
gate of hell. We want in thi besieging
host not soft sentimentalists, but nieu
who are willing to take and give hard
knock. The gate of Gaza were carried
off, the gate (,f Thebea were battered
down, the gate of Babylon were destroy
ed, and the gate of hell are going to be
prostrated.
The Christianized printing pre. will be
rolled up as the chief battering ram. Then
there will be a long list of aroused pulpit,
which shall be assailing fortresses, and
(iod'a red hot truth shall be the flying aui
iiiunilioH of the contest, and the sapper
and the miners will lay the train under
these foundations of sin, ami at just the
right time (iod, who leads on the fray,
will cry, "Dow n with the gates!" and the
explosion beneath will be answered by all
the trumpet of God on high, celebrating
universal victory.
Mercy for the Wanderer.
Hut there may be one wanderer that
would like to have a kind word calling
homeward. I have told you that society
has no mercy. Did I hint at an earlier
point in this subject that God will have
mercy upon any wanderer who would like
to come back to the heart of infinite love?
A cold Christmas night in a farmhouse.
Father conies in from the barn, knocks
Ihe snow from his shoes and sils down by
Hie lire. The mother sits at the stand
knitting. She says to him. "Io you re
member it is the anniversary to-night?"
The father is angered. He never wants
any allusion to the fact that one had gone
away, and the mere suggestion that it w as
the anniversary of that sud event made
him quite rough, although the tears ran
down his cheeks. The old house dog that
had played with the wanderer when she
was a child comes up and puts his hem!
on the old man's knee, but he roughly re
pulses the dog. He wants nothing to re
mind him of the anniversary day.
A cold winter night in a city church. It
is Christmas night. They have been dec
orating the sanctuary. A lost wanderer
of the street, with thin shawl about her,
attracted hy the warmth and light, comes
in and sits near the door. The minister of
religion is preaching of him who was
wounded for our transgressions ami bruis
ed for our iniquities, and the poor soul by
the door said: "Why, that must mean me.
.Mercy for the chief of sinners; bruised
for our iniquities; wounded for our trans
gressions.' "
The music that night in the sanctuary
brought back the old hymn which she used
to sing when, with father and mother, she
worshiped God in the village church. The
service over, the minister went down the
aisle. She said to him: "Were those words
for me? 'Wounded for our transgres
sions.' Was that for me?" The man of
God understood her not. He knew not
how to comfort a shipwrecked soul, and
he paused on. and he passed out. The poor
wanderer followed into the street.
Hope for the Kallcn.
"What are yon doing here, Meg?" said
the police. "What are you doing here to
night?" "Oh," she replied, "I was in to
warm myself," and then the rattling
cough came, and she held the railing until
the paroxysm was over. She passed on
down the street, falling from exhaustion,
recovering herself again, until after a
while she reached the outskirts of the city
and passed on into the country mad. It
seemed so familiar. She kept on the road,
and she saw in the distance n light in the
window. All, that light had been gleam
ing there every night since she went away.
On that country road she passed unlil she
came to the garden gate. She opened it
and passed up the path where she played
in childhood. She came to the steps and
looked in at the fire on the hearth. Then
she put her fingers to the latch. Oh, if
that door had been locked she would have
perished on the threshold, for she was near
to death! Hut that door had not been
locked since the time she went away. She
pushed open the door. She went in and
lay down on the hearth by the fire. The
old house dog growled as he saw her enter,
but there was something in the voice he
recognized, and he frisked about her until
he almost pushed her down in his joy.
In Ihe morning the mother came down,
and she saw a bundle of rugs on the
hearth, but w hen the line was uplifted she
knew it, and it was no more old Meg of
the street. Throwing her arms around
the returned prodigal, she cried, "Oh,
Maggie!" The child threw her arms
around her mother's neck ami said, "oh.
mother!" and while they were embraced
a rugged form towered above them. It
was the father. The severity all gone out
of his face, he stooped and took her up
tenderly nod carried her to her mother's
room and laid her down on mother' bed,
for she was dying. Then the lost one,
looking up l;,o lier mother's face, said:
" 'Wounded for our transgressions and
bruised for our Iniquities!' Mother, do
you think that means me?" "Oh, yes,
my darling," said the mother. "If mother
is o glad to get you back, don't you think
God Is glad to gH yon back?"
And there she lay dying, and all their
dreams and all their prayers were filled
with the words, "Wounded for our trans
gression and bruised for our Iniquities,"
until Just before the moment of her de
parture her face lighted up, showing the
pardon of God had dropped upon her soul.
And there she slept away on the hoaoui of
a pardoning Jean. Ho the Ird took back
one whom the world rejected.
1 1
MRS. ELIZABETH CADY
Stanton, who In now engaged
lu editing a Woman's Bible,
Is one of the most remarkable women
In the world. She la in her &Uth year,
but la as rigorous in tnlud and almost
as much ko in body as if she were 80.
She was the pioneer in the womau'a
suffrage c:"ise and ia still working for
it She was the
first president of
the Woman's Suff
rage Association,
c, and it was through
her efforts that it
iy xx.' u formed.
When asked at
nts. htanton. her home In New
York what the Woman's Hilile meant
she replied: "It is a commentary on
the F.ilile in the lino of common sense.
Women need more common sense, phil
osophy und science In the training of
their minds hikI less religious fanati
cism. I want to open woman's eyes If
I c:in. Women are hampered by their
religious views and blinded to many
obvious truths, because they are afraid
of bi-lns Irreverent. The Hilile needs
revision. I believe In freedom of
thought nnd action for w unen as well
as men. Just look at those foolish
women who tried to have the Colum
bian Kxposltion closed on Sundays. I
worked for years to have it open on
Sundays, so that many who could not
go dtiritig the week should have an
opportunity to see the exposition.
Women are such confounded fools!
Then again look nt the art galleries
and museums In New York that are
tightly sealed up on Sundays. Why.
they are trying to slop bicycle riding on
Sundays, and It Is a wonder they allow
the parks to be open on that day."
Can Hardly He Told Apart.
Lily and Rose Hohfeld are twins.
They stand side by side at the head of
the graduating class of the girls' high
school In San Francisco. Equal In
mental power, says the Examiner, they
arp so like In face, feature and person
that It keeps their father and their
teachers forever guessing which Is
which. Their teachers long ago gave
up the riddle and now address them
as "Lily or Hose, whichever you are."
Their father, even, is often puzzled to
distinguish Hie girls one from the other.
If he addresses one of them by name
and she declines to answer he knows
THE IIOIIFKI.D TWIN' SISTERS.
he has made a mistake, and the girls
sometimes amuse hemsclves with the
puzzle.
The girls were born In Oakland a lit
tle over eighteen years ago, and now
live with their parents. Mrs. Hohfeld,
who Is a very handsome woman, lu
speaking of her daughters, said that
when they were attending the grammar
school one of their teachers sent her a
note with the request that she tie their
hair with different colored ribbons In
oiiler to make their identity a little
less perplexing. I'rolmbly the greatest
compliment to the Intelligence of these
young Indies Is the fact that their big
brother approves of them, and actually
admits that "they are smart girls."
Woman's Grcutcat Charm.
I am quite sure that men regard
"sweet simplicity" us the greatest
charm lu women, and especially In
girls, writes Ethel Ingalls In a delight
ful little dissertation in "The Gii I in So
ciety," In the Ladies' Home Journal.
This does not mean simplicity In Hie
simpering sense, but an absence of that
affected nlr of boldness and iii.uinish
ness which has lately been assumed by
too many really lovable girls. Then,
loo, sincerity In expression Is one of the
characteristics that charm men. To be
sincere and candid Hie girl In soclely
need never be abrupt nor self-assertive.
The Good II unbuild.
A woman with a most vivid Imaglna
Hun described what she considers a
good husliand. The slrutige part of It
Is that with all the angelic qualities
with which she Insists he must be en.
(lowed she expects him to live happily
with an earthly wife. Here are her
views: "An ld'nl husliand Is first of nil
a thorough Christian. He Is truthful,
affectionate and ambitious. One who Is
thoughtful of those around him and a
lover of home, music and children. A
mau who Is uot given to boasting or
conceit. He is generous, amiable, ready
to lend ' helttlng hand In the kitchen.
garden or sickroom, aud a thorough
gentleman. I'ruduut and Industrious,
leaving good impressions wherever he
goes. Au ideal husband must be brave,
true, generous, loving, sensible, gentle,
kind, clever, well educated, one in
whom I can place the most implicit con
fidence, he must have always loved hla
mother, he must love his mother-In
law for his wife's sake, one whom his
wife can look up to and feel proud of,
he must be good to big own children. If
he gi-s to hi club he is always at
borne at reasonable time."
Fancies in Swimming Attire.
As a general rule the economical
French style of bathing suit will pre
vail at American seaside resorts this
season. The skirts to the suits are
shorter than usual, and tne trousers are
made quite narrow, and they invaria
bly leach below the knees. The ma
terial varies with the taste of the
wearer. There are a good many serges,
white, red and blue, as they hang ex
cellently and shed water easily. Flan
nel, with its ponderous weight. Is rele
gated entirely to the "renting out" cos
tumes. Blue, red and black pongee
are found very good, light and pretty
for bathing suits. Silk warp henrletta
and fayetla, which is also half silk,
make perhaps the most satisfactory
I.ATF.RT BATHING STITR.
costumes. Fayetla sheds the water
like a duck's back as soon as one Is out
of it, and it does not hang in flabby,
dragging folds.
Close caps of oiled silk are worn by
some. They are prettily made.
Illoomer Girl as a Sprinter.
The bloomer girl Is winning laurels
In many fields, and one of the latest Is
In foot races. At the Retail Grocers'
picnic In Kan Francisco last week one
of the athletic events was a "young
ladles' race." When the word was
given and the girls skurried across the
line, with skirts swishing and hair
flying, Miss Juanlta Smith was seen to
grab the hem of her dress and gather
her skirts high up under her arms, re
vealing her lower limbs clad in not too
tight fitting bloomers to the knee, and
stockings thence down. She quickly
forged ahead of all the other racers and
came In winning handsomely, with "the
rest nowhere." The crowd wildly
cheered the bloomers and the wearer
afterward frankly attributed her vic
tory to her improved clothes.
, Duets for the Boprano.
The soprano voice, in addition to be
ing a beautiful solo instrument, Is ex
quisite iu combinations. Willi the con
tralto It Is at Its greatest beauty, and In
such duets as,
yuls est Homo Rossini
La Luna Immobile Boito
Come Mallika Dellbes
And those of Itubenstein and others it
Is most effective.
With the tenor It Is also beautifully
combined. The following duets for
these two voices are most effective:
Night Hymn at Sea. . . .Goring Thomas
A Night in Venice Lueantonl
Duet from "II Guarany" Gomez
"My Thoughts Are All of Thee"
Garrett Colyn
Frederic Feakes In Ladles' Home
Journal.
A Model Street Suit.
Mothers Are to Blame.
Mothers are nearly always to blame
If the baby's ears stick out. Never He
anything behind a child's ears, like
bonnet strings or hat elastic. Always
lay the bnby flat on Its ear when sleep
ing; lu extreme cases n cap should lie
worn, but a silk handkerchief drawn
over the top of the head, down over the
ears and tied securely under the chili
answers the aame ourn iso.
A I.angh In the Church.
She sat on the sliding cushion,
Trie dear wee woman of four;
Her feet in their shiny slippers,
Hung dangling over the floor.
She me nt to be good ; she had pi
And bo, with her big brown eyea,
She stared at the meeting-houasj
dows
And counted the crawling flie.
She looked far up at the preachers
But she thought of the honey bee
Droning away In the blossoms
That whitened the cherry trees.
She thought of the broken basket,
Where, curled In a dusky heap.
Three sleek, round puppies, with
ears,
Lay snuggled and fast asleep.
Such soft, warm bodies to cuddle.
Such queer little hearts to beat.
Such swift, round tongues to kiss,
Such sprawling, cushiony feetl
She could feel In her clasping finger
The touch of the satiny skin,
And a cold, wet nose exploring
The dimples under her chin.
Then a sudden ripple of laughter
Ran over the parted lips,
So quick that she could not catch H
With her rosy finger tips.
The people whispered, "Bless the CuA4t'
As each one waked from a nap;
But the dear wee woman hid her fajgaj
For shame in her mother's lap.
New Orleans Times Democrat.
After a Year.
The slender lilies nod their heeds
On either side the garden May
And all along the flower bed
Tall foxgloves stand in fair array;
The throwtle, in the pear tree near,
Still carols, as when first we came.
The same old song he smng last year.
And we, we are no more the same.
How strong the lilies smell! How :
The ordered rosebuds, row on row!
It's still the scene that seemed so swt :
A year agoa year ago.
We noticed how that apple bough
Stood orjt ao green against the sky, ',
It's Just as fair as ever now,
But we are altered, you ana I.
The days have come between ns tw
And moved us ever more apart;
We cannot, as we used to do,
Tll to each other all our heart,
Only a year since last we met, ,
But in that year what things have tonaj
We walk, we talk together yet
We cannot bridge the gulf between.
All looks unchanged save us alone,
We've drifted into other ways;
Time turns the page, the peat ia goaa,
And naught restore the vanished dajfa,
The flying hours new scene reveal,
We never fancied, you and I,
They would come when we should faaj
No longer sad to say good-by.
Longman's Magazine. f
To Hear Her Slnar.
To see her perfect head thrown back.
While from her lips (the daintiest
kissed)
There rinnles forth a melody so frs.
So joyous and so glad, the happy bird
Are moved to wonder on the menle i
Just at the window, where she slta as4
sings,
Herself the sweetest among all awJk
things.
The little Fsyche knot of golden hair
I wonder oft if angels wear theirs so
The soulful eyes uplifted I am sura
Not angel, woman, Saint Cecilia's self
Could look more fair or more dlviaely
pure !
The bunch of lilies on her girlish breast
Show scarcely w"hite against her boaom'a
snow '
But w-it-h an odorous sigh they close
cling,
Glad to be near her, glad to hear ksst
sing!
Nannie L. Hutter, in Southern Maffaj,
My Lover's Twain.
My lovers twain my lovers twain,
I pray you let me be!
To weil you (until I would he fain,
Only that may not be.
One loveT iR like music sweet, ,
That steals niy heart away;
And one is like the trumpet blast.
Which calls tne to the fray.
One is of gentle, courteous mind,
To low and high degree;
And one is stern and harsh of mood.
And melleth but to uie.
One is so strangely lovable,
That but to tou-h hia hand
Do women kneel before the ona
Do men uncovered stand.
And if I this one do not wed.
He never wife will seek;
And if that one I do not wed,
He sorroweth a week.
My lovrra twain my lovers twain.
Ye should have let me be;
I love the one with all my heart
The other loveth niA.
i .-New York Tribune.