The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, November 18, 1898, Image 3
emt'- HESPERIAN. v. THE Vol. XXVIII. WEEKLY JOURNAL OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA. LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, NOVEMBER 18, 1898. No. 10. 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? the meaning. 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.