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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
Vol. XXVII.
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, FEBRUARY 4, 1808.
No. 18
MORNING SUN.
Oh, the sweet joy of the morning! It beats in the soul like a heart-throb.
Over the hill-tops is ringing the silvery voice of the dawning:
"Wake! for I bring you a kingdom where never a foot-step has sounded.
Pure as the new-fallen snow, a Day from the hand of the Maker."
Then a glad anthem arises from prairie and river and meadow;
Rustle of leaf and of grass blade, murmuring waves of the wheat fields.
All of the glorious praises the birds in the wild-wood are trilling,
All the low pulses of beauty, athrob in the quickening breezes;
Earth and the air and all creatures are joined in the great Hallelujah:
"Thine is the power and the glory, lorever and ever, Amen."
Floka Bullock.
Even when we were children the pawn-shops
had a fascination for us and on sunshiny after
noons when we played "hookey" from school
one of our favorite delights was to gaze long
and steadily through the windows at the
motley display therein. Shot-guns, riiles, fish
ing rods, boxing gloves; whole families of
revolvers from little pea Bhooters up to big 45
calibre "navies; "hunting knives,dirks,knuck
lers, sling shots, dice, cards, how longingly
we looked at those seductivG articles and
wished to buy an outfit and start for the far
west and exterminate a few Indians. Then
we turned our pockets wrong side out and
wondered how much wo could buy with that
plugged quarter and some rusty looking cop
pers. Wo turned sadly from the window and
went home, where wo were whipped for hav
ing our clothes spoiled, (from rides stolen be
hind wagons) but we didn't mind that. We
went to bed and dreamt all night that the
pawn-broker had called us in and told us to
help our selves, but always just as we were
picking up something it would dance away
out of our reach. And in the morning we
would go to school and get licked again for
playing hookey. So it went.
Even now wo have a longing to visit a
pawn-broker's store, and if on some bright
afternoon wo find ourselves in that portion of
the town devoted to second-hand stores, old
clothes men and pawn-shops, we feel a strange
thrill of satisfaction; yet we look carefully
about us to see that none of our business ac
quaintances arc insight. "Yes, everything
is just as it used to be." Three gilt balls
hanging befor the door and three more painted
on the window. That disploy is very familiar
too. And you wonder if those are the same
guns, revolvers, knives, etc, that were there
years ago; surely they are dusty enough. The
same figure is inside, and ho is smiling and
rubbing his hands expectantly. Well, why
not? You smile at yourself, but open the
door and go in. "Och, how do you do, sir,
how do you do; wat can I do vor do shentlo
man." You look over the stock. IIo has
plenty of pawned articles but keeps a stock of
new goods; you can get almost anything from
a guitar string to a set of reloading tools.
You feel that there are stories of interest
connected with that old violin, with that pe
culiarly set ring, that old watch and piece of
plate. You handle them reverently and feel
it almost a sacrilege to touch them. There is
an old saber with an inscription on the blade
that you would like to reed, but you feel that
you are prying into family secrets and are
ashamed of yourself. You buy some little
trinket and go. A boy is looking in at the
window as you pass out; you smile and remem
ber your youthful days. Gt. K. B.
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