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WEEKLY JOURNAL OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, NOVEMBER 18, 1898.
Songs From The Orient.
Manila, Luzon, Soptombor 29, 1898.
Thk Hesperian: It has been in my mind some time to
send a few lines or versos from the field, hoping they may
have the value of real experience at least. They may also
servo to remind our friends at homo that we remember them
kindly and long for the time of returning. So far the Uni
versity boys aro standing the climate quite well. There has
been but one fatality as yet. They are the strongest physi
cally of any. Yes, and they aro getting the positions, too.
Last Saturday Phil. Russoll was adjutant of the guard and Mr.
White officor of guard, being Second lieutenant of company E.
It soemod like some of the State University guard mountings.
Captain Oury has loft his company among the volunteers for
a Second lieutenancy in company B of the United States reg.
ulars. Corporal Hunting and 1 on last Saturday made a com
putation of time and discovered that oxactly fivo hours previous
to the time wo wero talking, the Pals, were singing John Jones
on the stairs of old University Hall. The burial service of
Private Falknor of company F was held last Wednesday, Wo
regret to mention this loss from our number which wo hoped
to keep intact till we should return. Yours truly,
In a Kellogg.
THE GUARD'S REVERIE.
Neath the trees by the side of the wide gleaming prairie,
Where the streams of the mountains flow down through the plain,
And the bloom of the lily, and Ihymc, and rosemary
Are yielding the perfume of summer again,
Jl There, sweet heart, I see thy dear face fondly glowing,
And thy eyes that have borrovcd of hcAVcu Ihcii blue,
And ah what a joy there is simply in knowing
That thou art still loving, and tender, and true.
And though on the banks of the wild Pasig river
Where I stand my post as n lone sentinel,
And thoughts of the past set my heart all a quiver
With a glad shout at midnight I pass the "All's well."
Isee from the wastes of the great lonely ocean,
The tide as it swells 'neath the gray light-house flame,
And, like the slowed river, I'm filled with emotion
When I linger a moment to falter thy name.
They say, from the arches where planets are wheeling,
A spirit comes downward to waken the sea :
VvCfen it be that thy soul round the wide world is stealing
To whisper the thoughts that awaken in me?
Sunken wrecks, with just the railing
Out above the creeping waves,
Waters that are sick with wailing
Over war's impious graves;
There they he, their masts and funnels
Creaking when the west wind moans;
Decks like water-flooded tunnels
Wreaking full of slimy bones.
This the tale of vessels broken,
Stripped of all their grace and pride,
Ribs of steel, and timbers soaken,
Crushed and buried in the tide. '
Yonder, where the light is falling
From the sun's shield blazoned red,
I can hear wild voices calling
In the harbor of the dead.
Rising tides do not deceive me,
I can hear the widow cry:
"Pain that nothing can relieve me
Bids me weep but not to die;"
I can hear a nation weeping
For her sons, the strong and brave,
That in Luzon's bay are sleeping
Fondled by the yearning wave.
Is this war's unholy fruiting
Wounds and death and flowing tears,
Love, like tendrils deeply rooting
Torn and- crushed to bleed for years ?
Is this only wanton slaughter,
But the conquerer's bruising rod,
Or rebuke of truth's fair daughter,
Justice, and the hand of God.?
O ye nations, see the moulding
Of a cause rebuked and lorn ;
See the'might of right unflolding
Freedom's banner on the morn I
Miss Clara Fowlor, chairman, and her associates on the
music committee, havo arranged a special program of music
for the Palladians tonight. Many friends of Miss Fowler aro
congratulating her upon the program as arranged.
Miss Mamie Autnan, Palladian, has boon sick with malarial
fovor for the past three wooks. Miss Auman has been watched
over by her mother at her homo on Twenty fifth and U streets,
and is now recovering.
YOU WOULD FEEL BETTER IN A PAIR OF UNI. $3.00 SHOES. 1030 O' ST.
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