The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, December 22, 1892, Page 7, Image 7

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and with that touch, hororr snatched nil
strength from mo, unci I sank faltering
aaainst ho window frame though not till I
bad scon a sight that will remain forever
imprinted on my eyes.
Under the swift inipulso of the wheel, the
steamer swung to port, steering straight for
the quarter of the other vessel that now rose
right before our bows.
One moment she soared high above us,
poised with level deck on the glittering
height of a wave, her black yards square
and slmrp against the white moonlight of
the clouds the red reflection of her port
light glowing along the wet slope of our bow
deck and flashing upon tho polished metal
of the forecastle bell.
Then down she sank, crushing with level
deck into a thundering surge of foam, far
down into the breathless black hollow of the
wave, and we swept on on with one great
impulse of our engine's gathered strength
rising as she fell soaring with the strong
lift of tho upward swell, on and on, our
bows outstretching from the wave's .crest
overshadowing her decks with deadly im
minence. Then down! down with tho
impulse of an avalanche crushing with tho
iron irresistible descent of our ponderous
hull into her helpless bulk. Clean through
her deck sheered the keen blade of our
forefootand on wo swept, hurling her,
with her wilderness of shuddering rigging
with the crushing, shattering decks where
men sprang up to shout and die down into
the great under-horror of the sea.
For a time I lost consciousness. When I
opened my eyes, I saw the captain standing
sthd and erect at the wheel that turned
unresisting in his grasp guiding the ship
through the waves that now rose sharp and
strong before the growing 'anger of tho cast
Heiujekt Bates.
Vn!!aS bee," lonS s'nce we have watched the stars ;
' see those two that alitor ;n ti drV ?
"feast, one west, tlmt hum ni- t-n u-i,; cnnic
nor fr. .. .1 . . ' nw...
Rising to
meet their immortality ?
Those two have loved since Time was young, and
The myriad miles of blue space stretch between,
And still they gaze across the widening gulf
And each sees each, as they so long have seen.
And thus, each happy in the other's face,
Though yearning for the perfect love to be,
Light throbs on light across the endless dark,
And so they dream out God's eternity.
Me placed them so, the God whom we call good,
Eternities ago, my own, yet they
Kndure for all these endless centuries
What we think bitter, bearing for a day.
It may not be, still, they despair them not,
Life in a love time is a little thing,
New angels soon will chant about the throne,
New worlds about new suns tomorrow swing.
All things may be, dear, there is much of time,
More than w? often think for. Lo, some day,
After the universe fulfills its law,
After the old creations cleared away.
After the pulse has beat another stroke.
After the new creation has begun,
Through the new cycles those two bodies may
United wheel about the circling sun.
New laws, new forces, new conditions, they
May never hurry nature, and they might
As well rest there in silence while they wait,
For lime is very long, my dear. Good night.
On Friday evening, Nov. 25, the Union society
held its annual Thanksgiving social at the home
of Mr. Town. About twenty couples were pres
ent. After a merry period of games, singing
song';, telling yarns, etc., all adjourned sine die to
the dining rooms where a magnificent " spread "
was awaiting destruction. The tables were under
the charge of Misses Morgan, Kerkey, Rolofson
and Stevens, and a very creditable showing they
were for these young ladies. After the ravenous
hunger had been somewhat appeased, games
were again resumed it was not not until nearly 1
o'clock that the gathering began to "disperse
into the dark." After the last good night had
been said and the last couple had departed the
happy occasion was crowned by forty voices join
ing in the new Union yell : Univi-versity, U. N.
1. 0. N., Union.
" Le cercle Francais " held its last meeting at
Miss Pound's on Tuesday the 6th. La Fontaine
was the author discussed. Miss Covel read a
paper upon his works and Mr. Guilmette gave a
selection from Les Fables." After quotations
had been rendered from the author a general con
versation took place. Needless to say " on par
lait Francais tout le temps." On 'J I ucsda, , he
-oth, the cercle will be entertained Dy Prof. Wight
man at the residence of Prof. Barbour. Molierc
will be the author for discussion and a scene
from "Les Femmes savants" will be represented
by the students.
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