The Sioux County Journal,
VOLUME VIII.
HAKKISOX, NEBK1SKA, THURSDAY, NOV. 14, 1895.
NUMBER 10.
TALM AGE'S SERMON.
HIS FIRST SERMON AS A WASH.
INGTON PASTOR.
Preached Before a Vaet Multitude
Eloquent and Picturesque Uiacourae
On "All Heaven Looking t)n"-Paul
Standing in the Amphitheater.
New Field of Work.
Those who know tbnt no church Id this
or foreign countries ban been able to hold
the audience" that have assembled when
It was announced that Dr. Taliuace would
trench will not be surprised that vast mul
titude attempted iu vain to hear nia first
sermon as pastor in Washington, j'be
subject of hia opening sermon at the na
tional capital wan, "All Heaven liking
On," the text selected l-iui: the famous
passage from Hebrew xii., 1, "Seeing we
also are compassed alioiit with iu great
a cloud of witnesses."
In thin my opening aermon In the na
tional capital I give you heartiest Chrs
tian salutation. I bethink myself of the
privilege of standing iu thia historic
church so long presided over by one of
the most remarkable men of the century.
There are plenty of good ministers ueaidea
Dr. Sunderland, but I do not know of any
man except himself with enough brain
to have atood successfully and triumph
antly forty-three years In this coiispicn
oua pulpit. Ixiiig distant be the year
when that goel chieftain shall put down
the silver trumpet with which be uin
marshaled the hosts of Israel or sheath
the sword with which he has struck such
mighty blows for Ood and righteousness.
I come to you with the aame gospel that
be has preached and to join you in all
kinds of work for making the world bet
ter, and I hope to see you all In your
homes ani have you all come and Me
tne, but don't all come at once; and with
out any preliminary discourses as lo what
I propose to do I begin here and now to
cheer you with the thought that all heav
en is sympathetically looking on. "See
ing we also are compassed about wltu so
great a cloud of witnesses."
Where Paul Stood.
Crossing the Alps by the Mont Conls
pass, or through the Mont Cents tunnel,
you are in a few hours set down at Ver
ona. Italy, and In a few minutes begin
examining one of the grandest ruins of
the world the amphitheater. The whole
building sweeps around you in a circle,
You stand In the arena when the combat
was once fought or the race run, i.nd nn
all sides the seats rise, tier above tier, un
til you count forty elevations, or gallor ea,
as I shall see fit to call them, iu vh.ch
sat the senators, the kings and the 'iif)
excited spectators. At the sides of tne
arena and under the galleries are 1ne
cages In which the lions and tigers are
kept without food, until, frenxted w'th
hunger and thirst, they are let out upon
Homo poor victim, who, with sword and
alone. Is condemned to meet them.
think that I'nul himself once stood in sech
a place, and that It was uot only figiira
tlvely, but literally, that he had "fought
with beasts at Kpheaus."
The gnla dny has come. From all tne
world the people are pouring into Verona,
Men, women and children, orators uud
senators, great men and small, thousands
upon thousands come, until the first gal
lery is full, and the second, the third, tne
fourth, the fifth all the way up to the
twentieth, all the way up to the thirtieth,
all the way np to the fortieth, Kviry
place Is filled. Immensity of audience
sweeping the great circle. Silence! Tho
time for tho contest has come. A Roman
olhclal leads forth the victim Into the
arena. Ict him get bis sword with firm
grin Into his right hand. The 2S,0W ait
breathlessly watching. I hear the door at
the side of the arena creak 0en. Out
plunges the half starved lion, his tongue
athirst for blood, and, with a roar that
brings all the galleries to their feet he
rushes against the sword of the combat.
ant Do you know how strong a stroke a
man will strike when hia life depends
upon the first thrust of his blade? The
wild beast, lame and bleeding, slinks back
toward the side of the arena; then, rally
ing his wasting strength, lie comes np
with fiercer eye and more terrible roar
than ever, only to be driven back with a
fatal wound, while the combatant comes
in with stroke after stroke, until the
monster Is dead at his feet, and tho 25,-
(XM) people clap their hands and utter a
shout that makes the city tremble.
A Clond of Wltneaaea.
Sometime the audience came to see a
race, sometimes to gee gladiators fight
each other, until tho people, compassion
ate for the fallen, turned their thumbs up
as an appeal that the vanquished be
spared, and sometimes the combat was
with wild beasts.
To an amphltheatrlcal audience Paul
refers when he says, "We are compassed
about with so great a cloud of wit
nesses."
The fact is that every Christian man
has a lion to fight Yours is a bad tem
per. The gates of the arena have been
opened, and this tiger has come out to de
stroy your soul. It has lacerated you
with many a wound. You have been
thrown by it time and again, but In the
strength of God you have arisen to drive
it back. I verily believe you will con
quer. I think that the temptation Is get,
ting weaker and weaker. You have given
It so many wounds that the prospect Is
that It will die, and you ahall be victor
through Christ. Courage, brother! Do
not let the sands of the arena drink the
blood of your soul.
Your lion la the psjurion for strong
drink. Yoo may har aonteaded against
it twenty years, bat it U strong of body
and thirsty of tonga. Too har tried to
fight It back with broken bottle or empty
win ttask. Nay, that la not the weapon.
With one horrible tow ha will seise thee
by tk throat and rend thee limb from
Hash. Take this imp . sharp and km.
rates as and got It horn Ood'a armory
the award of the spirit, win taat no.
My drive hfm tack and ooaq.ser.
Bat why pecify wksa rtw nu sad
TBPM has A Hm t Ight? ff there b
one her who has uo besetting sin, let fcini
.peak out, for hUn I havo offended. If
you have not fought tne Uuii, it is because
you have let the lion eat you up. This
very moment the cobtest goes on. Ibe
Trojau celebration, where 10,000 glad
iators fought and 11,000 wild beats were
slain, as out so terrific a struggle as that
which at thia moment goes on in many a
soul. That combat was for the life of
the body) this is for the life of the soul.
That as with wild beasts from the jun
gle; this is with the roaring lion of hell.
Men think when they contend against
n evil habit that they have to tight it all
alone. So They stand in the center of
an immense circle of sympathy. I'aul bad
been reciting the names of Alel, hnoch,
Noah, Abraham, Sarah, Isaac, Joseph,
CiiU-on and Hiirak and then says, "Be
IngwunpftHKcd alsmt with so great a cloud
of witnesses."
Before I get through, I will show you
that you light in an arena, around which
circle, in galleries above each other, all
the kiiiilliii' eyes and all the sympathetic
hearta of the ages, ami at every victory
gained there comes down the thundering
applause of a great multitude that no man
can number. "Being compassed about
with so great a cloud of witnesses."
On the first elevation of the ancient am
phitheater, on the day of a celebration,
sat Tiberius, or Augustus, or the reigning
king. So, iu the great arena of spectators
that watch our stnigules, and iu the first
divine gallery, as I shall call it. sits out
king, one -leans. On hia head are many
crowns! J lie Koman enieror got ni
place by cold blooded conquest, but out
king hath come to his place by the broken
hearts healed, and the tears wiped away,
and the souls redeemed. The ltoinan em
peror sat, with folded arms, indifferent as
to whether the swordsman or tho lion
bent, but our king's sympathies are all
with us. Nay, unheard of condescen
sions! I see him come down from the gal
lery Into the arena to help us In the fight,
shouting, until all tip and down his voice
is heard: "Fear not! I will help thee! I
will strengthen thee by the right hand of
my power;
In the Arena.
They gave to the men in the arena. In
the olden time, food to thicken their
blood, so that it would flow slowly, and
that for a longer time the people might
gloat over the scene. Hut our king has no
pleasure In our wounds, for we are bone
of his bona, flesh of bis flesh, blood of bis
blood.
In all the anguish of our heart,
The Man of Sorrows bore a part
Once, In the ancient amphitheater, a
lion with one paw caught the combatant's
sword and with his other paw caught his"
shield. The man took his knife from his
girdle and slew the beast. The king, sit
ting In the gallery, said, "That was not
fair; the lion must be slain by a sword."
Other Hons were turned out, and the psir
victim fell. You cry, "Shame, shame!"
at such meanness. Hut the king, In this
case is our brother, and he will see that
we have fair play. He will forbid the
rushing out of more lions than we can
meet. He will not suffer us to be tempt
ed hIkivc that we are able. Thank God!
The king la In tho gallery! His eyes are
on us. His heart Is with us. His hand
will deliver us. "KIcHsed are all they who
put their trust In him!"
1 look again, and I see the angelic gal
lery. There they are the angel that
swung the sword at the gate of Kden, tho
same that Kzekiel saw upholding the
throne of God and from which I look
away, for the splendor is insufferable.
Here are the gunrdinn angels. That one
watched a patriarch; this one protected a
child; that one has been pulling a soul out
of temptation. All these are messengers
of light. Those drovo the Spanish armada
on the rocks. This turned Sennacherib a
living hosts into a heap of 1H.'),000 corpses.
Those yonder chanted the Christmas
carol over Hcthlehein until the chant
awoke the shepherds. These at crea
tion stocsl In the balcony of heaven anil
serenaded the newborn world wnipped
In swaddling clothes of light And there,
holier nnd mightier than all, la Michael,
the archangel. To command an earthly
host gives dignity, but this one is leader
of the 20,000 chariots of God and of the
ten thousand times ten thousand angels.
Kumlllar Figures.
I look ai;aln, and I see tho gallery of
tho martyrs. Who is that? Hugh Lati
mer, sure enough! Ho would not apolo
gize for the truth preached, and ao he
died, the night before swinging from the
licdpost In perfect glee at the thought of
cmiisjcipntlon. Who are that army of
l,tit;7 They are the Theban legion who
died for the faith. Here is a larger host
In magnificent army 8H4.00O who per
ished for Christ in the persecutions of
Diocletian. Yonder Is a family group,
Fellcita of Home and her children.
While they were dying for tho faith she
stood encouraging them. One son wns
whiplM-d to death by thorns; mother was
flung from a nick; another was beheaded.
At Inst the mother became a martyr.
There they are together family group
In heaven! Yonder is John Bradford, who
said, in the fire, "We shall have n merry
supper witi the Lord to-night!" Yonder
is Henry Voes, who exclaimed, ns he died,
"If I had ten bends, they should all fall
off for Christ!" The great throng of the
mnrtyrs! They had hot leud poured down
their throats; horws were fastened to
their hands, and other horses to their
feet and thus they were pulled apart;
they had their tongues pulled out by red
hot pinchers; they were sewed op in the
kina of animals, and then thrown to the
doga; they were daubed with combustibles
and set on fire! If all the martyrs stakes
that have been kindled could be set at
proper distances, they would make the
midnight tJl the world over, bright as
noonday 1 And now they alt yonder In
the martyrs' gallery. For them the fires
of persecution hare gone out The swords
are sheathed and the mob hushed. Now
they watch ua with an ail observing sym
pathy. They know all the pain, all the
hardship, all the anguish, all the Injus
tice, all the privation. They cannot keep
till. They cry, "Courage! The fire will
not eoaaansa,' The flood caanot drown.
The lions cannot devoarl Courage, down
there la the arraaP
What are they all looking att Thia
alght we aaawtr bach tho salitadoa they
"Hail, sous and daughter
of the fire!"
Emineot Christiana.
I look again, and I see another gallery,
that of eminent Christiana. What stiikea
me strangely is the mixing in companion
tliip of those who on earth could not
agree. There I see Martin Luther, and
beside him a Itoman Catholic who looked
beyond the suM-rstjtions of bis church and
is saved. There is Allien Harnes, and
around him the presbytery who tried him
for heterodoxy. Yonder is Lyman Beech
er and the church court that denounced
him. Stranger than all, there are John
Calvin and James Arruiuius. Who would
have thought that they would sit so lov
ingly together' There are George White
field and the bishops who would not let
him come into their pulpits because they
thought him a fanatic There are the
sweet singers Toplady, Montgomery,
Charles Wesley, Isaac Watts and Mrs.
Sigourney. If heaven Lad had no music
1m fore they went up, they would have
starti-d the singing. And there the band
of missionaries David Abeei, talking of
China redeemed, and John Bcudder of
India saved, and David Hrainerd of the
aliorigines evangeliied, and Mrs. Adoui
ram Judson, whose prayers for Burma
took heaven by violence. All these Chris
tians are looking into the arena. Our
struggle is nothing to theirs. Do we, in
Christ's cause, suffer from the cold?
They walked Greenland's Icy mountains.
Do we suffer from the heat? They swel
tered in the tropics. Do we get fatigued?
They fainted, with none to care for them
but cannibals. Are we persecuted? They
were anathematized. And as they look
from their gallery and see us falter in the
present! of the lions I seem to hear Isaac
Watts addressing us in his old hymn,
only a little changed:
Must you be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize.
Or sailed through bloody seas?
Toplady shouts in his old hymni
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take,
Loud to the praise ot love divine,
Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist,
breaks forth in hia favorite words, a little
varied I
A charge to keep yon have,
A God to glorify;
A never dying soul to save,
And fit It for the sky!
I look again, and I see the gallery of
onr departed. Many of those in the other
galleries we have heard of, but these we
knew. Oh, how familiar their faces!
They sat at our tables, and we walked to
the house of God In company. Have they
forgotten us? Those fathers and mothers
started us on the road of life? Are they
careless as to what becomes of us? And
those children, do they look on with stolid
indifference as to whether we win or lose
this battle for eternity? Nay. I see that
child running his hand over your brow
and saying, "Father, do not fret; mother,
do not worry." They remember the dny
they left us. They remember the agony
of the last farewell. Though years In
heaven, they know our faces. They re
member our Borrows. They speak our
names. They watch this fight for heaven.
Nay, I see them rise up and lean over and
wave before us their recognition and en
couragement. That gallery is not full.
They are keeping places for us. After we
have slain the lion they expect the king to
cnll us, Haying, "Come up higher." Be
tween the hot struggles In the arena I
wipe the sweat from my brow and stand
on tiptoe, reaching up my right hand to
clasp theirs In rapturous handshaking,
while their voices come ringing down
from the gallery, crying, "Be thou faith
ful unto death, and you shall have a
crown."
In the Arena or OallerjrT
But here I pause, overwhelmed with the
majesty and joy of the scene. Gallery of
tho king! Gallery of angels! Gallery of
prophets and aixistles! Gallery of mar
tyrs! Gallery of saints! Gallery of
friends and kindred! Oh, majestic circles
of light aud love! Throngs! Throngs!
Throngs! How shall we stand tho gaze
of the universe? Myriads of eyes beam
ing on us! Myriads of hearts limiting in
sympathy for us! How shall we ever
dare to sin aguin ? How shall we ever be
come discouraged again? How shall we
ever feel lonely again ? With Ood for us,
and angels for us, and prophets and apos
tles for us, and the great souls of the
ages for us, and our glorified kindred for
us, shall we give up tho fight and die?
No, Son of Oml, who didst die to save uh!
No, ye angels, whose wings are spread
forth to shelter ns! No, ye prophets and
apostles, whose warnings startle us! Nn,
yo loved ones, whose arms are outstretch
ed to receive us! No, we wilj never sur
render! Sure I must fight if I would reign
He faithful to my Lord,
And bear the cross, endure the pain.
Supported by thy word.
Thy saints In nil this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die,
They sec the triumph from afnr,
And seize it with their eye.
When thnt Illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies
The glory ahall be thine.
My hearers, shall we die In the arena or
rise to join our friends In the gnllery?
Through Christ we may come off more
than conquerors. A soldier dying In the
hospital rose up in bed the last moment
and cried: "Here! Here! Ills attend
ants put him back on his pillow and asked
him why he shouted "Here!" "Oh, I
heard the roll call of heaven, and I was
only answering to my name." I wonder
whether, after thia battle of life la over,
our name will be called In the muster roll
of the pardoned and glorified, and with
the joy of heaven breaking upon our aoula
we ahall cry; "Herei Merer
A Bwlas eel en Uat has been tenting
the pretence of bacteria In the moun
tain air, and finds that not a single
microbe txtata a bore an altitude of
tOOOfett
give, and cry,
FANCIES OF FASHION.
OR EAT VARIETY IN THE STYLES
FOR THIS SEASON.
Blah-Nocked Gowna Lavished with
Ornamentation Buttons that Coat
More than the Dreaa New Street
Mode and Handsome Princeae Model
New York correspondence:
ovKLTi ana ele-
gance In ornamen
tation are now
lavished on high
necked gowns, for
reception, street
and home use,
and the evening
gown is made
with a severity
and simplicity
that makes a
woman depend
ent for effect upon
her charms. A
dress with skirt
sweeping from
the hips, with the
shoulders and set
with overhanging
shoulders slightly
bodice cut off the
about the cut-out
panels, and with
elaborated by spreading pieces over
the puffed sleeves, la the usual design
for evening dress, and lo such a woman
blessed with fine shoulders and neck
Is a lovely thing to look at; but If she
Isn't thus favored, what shall she do?
In these circumstances, it Is but natu
ral that the women who dare not essay
low-cut bodices should strive to make
the dresses that are permitted them
highly elaborate, and they are doln.
this already to such an extent that I:
seems as If by midwinter It would b
BUTTONS THAT
COST MUKIi
DKEN8.
THAN THE
the evening dress rather than the house
gown that Is synonymous for simplic
ity. Whether this result will be so far
reaching ns to affect street dresses is as
yet an open question. The promenade
dresses of late fall are markedly char
acterized by simplicity, so far as cut Is
concerned, and usually the fabrics arc
modest enough, tllougli occasionally
one sees some startllngly assertive nov
elty goods. Ordinarily, too, the scheme
of trimming is of the most slender pro
portions, but the devices employed
contain a hint of what the angular
women may do If their plumper sisters
do not relax the rules for evening at
tire In the former's favor. Two street
dresses of the type alluded to appear
In these first two sketches, aud at n
glance they are simple enough, an Im
pression thnt Is strengthened by their
material; but the buttons of the first
dress were of the two-dollnr-ench sort,
and of the second wore nearly twice as
expensive Whatever a woman con
mean by this strange contrast between
stuff, general plan, and ornaments, ex
cept it Is to urge the plump contingent,
through sheer envy, to at least accord
belligerent rights to tho scrawny sis
ters, Is hard to say. But one direct re
milt of this rivalry, since sucti dresses
may be worn by women of any sort of
figure, Is that It Is easy to have fash
ionable street gowns at the most mod
erate cost, Just by selecting button:-
BUCKLES, TOO, THAT ABE BXPKKSIVB.
that are priced by the doaea rather
thanalngly.
third example of slight but aipen
live trimming nffldnc for a street anas
to nasi presented by the artist, who
ifi!!
finds it In a handsome gray cloth. In
construction it Is simplicity Itself, the
bodice being pointed back and front
and without darts, as the fullness U
pleated at the waist The fastening Is
at the left side. Four double bows of
green velvet are put on the skirt, as
Indicated, and are held by elaborate cut
steel buckles, the same sort of orna
mentation appearing at the shoulder.
With these buckles, It is as with the
fancy buttons already mentioned; they
may be of the most expensive cut steel.
or may be something cheaper that Is
more novel and almost as handsome.
Much Is still heard awrtit petticoat
and Louis XVL fashions, but the only
A UAJiDHOMK PHlJiCESS MODEL.
.suggestion of the former that Is often
seen is the trimming of the seams In
front, making the front breadth of a
skirt seem panel like. Often this front
breadth appears to button to the side
breadths, and lu some cases actually
does as far as the knees, there being
no placket hole at the back. In other
cases, the seams are strapped either
side of the front with contrasting ma
terial, or they are outlined with braid
or bead. Trlncess dresses, which were
promised In .abundance as forerunners
of the fashions just mentioned, are cer
tainly plentiful enough, whether they
fulfill a mission of pioneering or not
Here In the fourth picture there Is a
very fashionable one In Indigo blue
cashmere figured with gold embroider
ed dots and combined with pearl gray
cashmere covered with black and gold
-wutache. The front panel Is of the
ray material, and extends to the neck,
where It takes on a yoke effect. This
Is gained by the blue cashmere, which
forms fitted Jacket parts and is trim
med with black soutache saloon. All
he remainder of the gown Is of the blue
miff trimmed with soutache, as Indi
cated, and lined with pale blue taffeta.
The fashion of having the bodice all
f one color or material, with revers
md shoulder pieces contrasting, Is dis
'.nctly gone by, for, though the two
Materials are there Just the same, they
ire employed In a very different way.
BOTH WELL OUTFITTED.
One favorite arrangement Is to have
skirt and sleeves match, and the rest
of the bodice of a contrasting stuff.
This allows a good effect to be made
with a really small amount of the rich
er stuff. Gowns, for lustance, of com
paratively simple wool goods are made
dressy and even rich by having the
bodice, all but the sleeves, of a rich
brocade or velvet. In the same way the
gown of sober tint Is made brilliantly
effective by a bodice, sleeves excepted,
of a brightly flowered silken stuff. In
other Instances the sleeves are left
plain, and the bodice Is covered with
lace, spangles or applique ornaments.
Often the overlapping drapery of the
shoulder Is made to correspond with
the fronts and back of the bodice, and,
therefore, to contrast with the sleeves.
In the costume of full site shown la
the final picture the use of cloth and
velvet together Is oddly devised. The
bodice Is of cloth, is fitted, fastens at
the side and has a seamless back, while
the front is slashed to admit Insertions
of velvet Its velvet sleeves have cloth
puffs with pointed slashes at the top,
and silk passementerie ornaments that
match those on the skirt, trim the bod
ies. On the skirt these eords outline a
band of velvet
OapTTtfM, lSaS,
Fairy was one a beanOful
,. - '
A Farewell.
Months of sunny life and fair
Days that flitted none knew where
Hours of pleasure, hours of pain.
Hours that ne'er can come again.. :
They are gone, but do you find
Vou can leave them all behind? !
Oome not memories evermore
Drifting round you from that shore?
Words which lessened every care,
Thoughts no other e'en could share,
Duties that we ever met
With one thought can you forget?
Can you calmly thus efface
From life's tablet every trace
Of the hopes and prayers and tear!
We have shared in all these years?
Can we all these memories smother,
And "be nothing to each other?"
When for tis life's task is o'er
And we tread its path no more;
When, 'mid shadows dimly falling
We shall bear the angels calling,
As we calmly stand and wait,
Just outside the golden gate
Then will these dark moments seem
But a phantom or a dream.
In that dawn of purer light
You will read all things aright,
False words will not seem as true
In that morn Adieu! Adieu!
Lillian Whiting. )
Her Fan.
Flutter of feathers and perfume of laces,
Carved sticks of ivory, daintily whito j
Plump little Cupids with mischievous
faces,
Ah, could I but read your expression
aright!
Say, do you know, are you wholly un
feeling, As you pelt one another with roses so
sweet?
Do you not know that my heart she is
stealing, i
To trample it under her pearly-shod
feet?
Almost I think you exult in the glances
Your owner bestows when she seeks to
enslave;
Know you no cure for wounds from
love s lances?
Have you no power her victims to save?
Swiftly she whirls in the masse of the
dances.
Slyly you langh as you peep from each
fold,
And thus one more victim of coquetry's
fancies
Questions in vain, his fate is untold.
Lucy Mayo Warner, in Boston Budget,
The Klsa.
Sweet Phyllis, one bright summer day,
Upon a rose a kiss impressed;
A butterfly which chanced that way
In turn the blushing bud caressed.
It stole the kiss and straightway flew
Oh, fickle heart! into a ?1ade,
And there, upon a violet blue,
In ecstasy the kiss it laid.
The zephyr sighing through the trees,
The floweret's tender fragrance sips)
The kiss is wafted on the breeze,
And finds a home upon my lips.
And now, whene'er your face I see,
I feel oppressed by weight of debt,
To think I've kept your kiss with me
So long and not returned it yet.
It has deprived me of my bliss,
Has caused my throbbing heart to burn;
Say but the word and I the kiss
With compound interest will return.
Boston Traveller.
Been nee I Love Yon.
Because I love you, dear,
Much sorrow do I bear;
Yet Joyfully those sorrows meet,
And with my heart I hold them sweet
Because I love you, dear,
Because I love you, dear,
No Jeweled crowns I wear;
But crowns of cruelest thorns to me
Are soft as rosiest wreaths could be
Because I love you, dear,
Because I love you, dear,
I tread the darkness here;
But sweet flowers blossom in the snow,
And loveliest lights In darkness glow,
Because I love you, dear,
-Frank L. Stanton, In Atlanta Consti
tution. Dorothy.
Dorothy gives me a kiss for the asking,
Sweeter than ever I've tasted before,
Ever in Dorothy's love am I basking,
Taking her kisses and aaking for more.
Dorothy runs down the pathway and
meets me,
Laughs when I tell her I've missed hsr
all day;
life seems the brighter when Dorothy,
greets me
n each a charming young womanly way.
Dorothy fits in my lap la the gloaming,
TeOs ate she loves me a bnshafor nort,
Lonf saay H be ere her thoaghta turn t
roearar-
04 keep my Dosothy daaghter of font.
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