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THE HESPERIAN STUDENT.
(For tho IIOBjiorliin Student.)
Ill Mcmoriuiii.
A ii'lliuto to the memory of our lament
cd fellow student, I.eandcr H. Eokhart.
In the morning of HIV,
.lust commencing tlio strife;
Ills manhood unfolding,
And character molding.
As u plant wilts at noon,
Ho wont only too soon;
And the burdens ho boro,
Ho will boar novor more.
Faithful in grout and small,
Oarot'ul alike of all.
A goodly path he trod,
That ho might moot his God.
From tho first to tho last,
Ho had borno tho rough blast;
And from this world of woo,
I to wan td to go.
And now tho goal Is won,
Tho stormy voyage done.
0 do not for him mourn,
Since ho has reached the bourn.
For ho baa nothing lost,
While we are troitblo-tosscd,
Hut only paused away
Into an endless day.
C. V.
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imn.t listening to it a lonjr lime, apparent
y unconscious that Israel Is watching mo
intently. Of course I know I make a
beautiful pleluro as I tt wllh tho tire
light shining upon my yellow hair. I
e.in'tholi) tlifvou dothink I am vain.
I tun beautiful and I know it. Iaraol
knows it loo. ills eyes would '.ell mo of
It If I had no class.
Sometimes I am thankful that I am
beautiful and sometimes I am not.
Untiiirii&vtifi lum c-iiiito from a walk. If
by chance sprung up among a orowrt of
Haunting tulip.
1301'hiiosvsk. I think you will liko tho
second verse. It tells how n song should
be sung.
No inufHiMisur In rim tieior.-
Dovtetnu plnn;
No intuition ol tliu plnco r himr
To tiny innn;
No walling till mt ninl Imtrajc
A Unletting cur;
No tllucreiit voice, no now ilelnye.
ifMtoiiH tlrnw mmr "
, And that is just as true of a bit of poelr.v
14llMl.w.-iJ ' ! itllll HUH IBJIl "J """ "
she takes it into her head to walk, rain lt muglj)0 Um spontaneous Inspiration ol
a I. 31. j. Itlrim Olinli I .!. al... !.. I ei (lift
1w.j mil iit-m-niil lior. Slid 1 KOR SUCll
" " I'-' -
dujs U3 Ibis lias been, she says. The Au
tumn rain-drops glisten on her wavy hair,
her brown eyes fairly dance and Iter
cheeks are scarlet with tho glow of rapid
exercise. She is happy now and for a
little while will he wild with gayety only
to fall soon into Iter old languor and
quietude. Israel rouses as sho comes in.
Ho watclies me but ho talks to her. I
onimot quite understand It. Ho turns
from one to the other, hardly realizing it
himself. My beauty satisfies his nouses
soothes him to repon-, rests him. In her,
he fludH that which mimes him to action,
incites him to nobler aspirations, force
him to work for mentally E-uphrosync is
the moment, to roach tho heart of tho
reader. Your true poet sings because he
must give ulleranec to the thoughts, tlio
sympathies which crowd Into his heart.
He sings because he cannot help it. Ho
may not always be good and wise, or into
to himself, but lie has a sympathy with
life that urges him irresistibly to song and
to songs thai bring him Into close Kin
ship with every one of u.s. He touches
l,y his spontaneous sympathy every chord
of our nobler nature till wo uro forced to
rocogni.o our brotherhood with ivcry
tiling good and true.
Ihkiki.. Yet how few such genuine
ooets we have al the present day. It
and nothing more. Tho old poets win..,,
thoy had anything to say, said It ami aitld
It boldly, freely and above all clearly.
Thoro Is no obscurity about it. What
thoy mean, llicy say. Now lie re is Home,
thing in the old ballad style,
"t'vo hunril Hi" llitlng.nt our owe-mllklng
I.iihkoh it lining nuioru inu nmnK o tiny
lint now tltuy tiro iihmiiIiikou llkn nn-cit Iomh
liiK 'I liu I'lowerti o' llto Koront nru n' mmIc nwaj,
Wo lumr into initlr ItllltiK nt ottr own milking;
onion unit linlnif arc hpnrtluim mill wae
Sighing tintl moiintiiK on llkn union lonmlng,
The Khmer o' tint Konwt nro n' nvitv itwaj,"
Contrast that with Hie sickly sentlintn
tiillty of such trash as this;
"nntl wonrlly
I'roin Itur rnil tuiir-plnlnuil troubled liicn
Sho ttwrpt lior litiir bnek:
'0 tlio tiny n,
Thy wuurj- tlny, lovol Drcitm not thun
Ofimmt'il liiinU, hi id nbuihis ornti'ii!
Alius nlitH. the loveliest
Of nil ciich worn nliintl or rust
When vol tiKitlntU tho litntl whero I
UnliPlpud iiniM note lite Iioiith goby!'"
Kuril hosvn it. The contrast is certain
ly not favorable to my side of the qui
tion. Hut it is hardly fair to mnke my
partiality for our old ballnd literatuie to
nlcud against ine It is for its rc-i-in-
M.
Three.
,...,. ....v..- ..v , ., SUCtlln H till, llll' ll " """""' "
ills equal, compelling him to be constant , mr )(M.tIy js j,ol, g.,udinoM in wntiment
ly on his guard, while morally, to her j (UH (),- l!()()1. ju description. There Is
lucre is no compromise uciwccn rigmuuu
wronir possible, lie does not know the
Til Kill 9AYIN0S, IIOTll WISH AJM KOUWSII.
" Told by our Jknutifal Friend.
Etiprosyno came in bringing with lioi
a rush of cold air through tlio door.
Now I do not liko to be disturbud. I
was curled up In my usual place on tho
crimson rug by tho open lire It is a
cold, gloomy twilight of Autumn. The
mournful rain drips sdowly from tho whi
tlow ledgu and a uorih wind swt ;s across
tho brown praiios. Tho very .iinil is
desolate. .My flowers are all d-jiul; and
the vines I trained so careiuii) oci l,,u l(.r nst(i for hmtant. I too, do not
veranda, swing fitfully to and iro ns ine j . , mss011 is r m t00 eum ,ui
struggle is going on, but 1 do and 1
think I know tho result. Hut 'with that
knowledge is mingled a sense of shame
to inc. For every woman values herself
according to tho manner of man who
joves her. If he comes to ine, as lie will,
drawn by the spell of my beauty against
tlio unconscious impulses of his hotter
nature is lie worth tlio winning and is it
any triumph for meV Are we not both
weak? Mlnii does not care for him.
She is too strong, too self-reliant. Shis
has one purpose constantly in view and
will not allow such a weakness to turn
iblanee to that very style, I like our Inter
seems to me, the peculiar churactcrUlie of , poetry.
IcitAKi.. I cannot see tin resemhlitiicc.
It certainly is not in metre. The songs
and poems of the present school are u
jumble of Imperfect metres, and Impose
wind dashes them against tho house
Listen, how sad tho sound is. It comes
and goes, a sad rytlun to my thoughts. I
do not like Autumn. It ia too woird and
sorrowful. 1 am too gay, too glad, too
joyous to chord with its melancholy. If
suits Eupluosyne. I hoaid her quote
the other day,
"Lone Autumn wIiih you bust by "II Un nuito
Appeiil to sympathy for Its ekeny,"
.mil Dime wore actually tears in her eyes.
Hut then Kuphrosyno is morbid and tears
indolent to feel that; but 1 have no aim,
in life. 1 do not live for a noble purpose
as she does. I am only a beautltui object
to satisfy men's sensuous naluro, to min
ister to it as tlio Venus of Mllo or a har
mony of Hossini's. All mo! it is all per
plexing, all humiliating this bittor
knowledge of one's self. Something of
this floats Idly through my mind as I sit
half unconsciously listening to Israel and
Eunhrosvne while they talk. A sudden
nothing pure and simple, chaste and do
guilt. Then through Hall there 1 a gen
eral vagueness, a gorgeous dimiiesb, a
profound nothingness wnieh makes you
feel either tlio author or yourself is an un
mitigated blockhead. You can't, for tho
life of you, understand what ho moans
and have a suspicion ho did not either.
Now hero is a scrap I found tho other
day and I will bore you with it as an il
lustration of the style I mean. Hero it is.
A tiny In tlio lliirk I tlytng.
"Ilonrent Until not, O Dity
-Tho wind of tho Wosl
A tllrgu In tho grunt, low ftf-hlii)!?
"II toll", lull thue, U Day.
Of thy luiiul rnft."
A niKlit for Iut ik'iuli In wnltltiK
llimn'nt thou not, O Day,
Thy votailet cull
1 "To thy rival, tholr hopun rulntlng
Thoy lune thm-, Umu thtio, 0 Day,
"Thy iitarli-n nil."
"O l)s , tla tho laHt bltloruoSH
'Oidonlhl
'Of tUmth,
'"TIb llto niOBl eorrowfnl iiuii1
Thnt llto fttuoriil Hymn thoy fttiiK
"Korour Hiitltlusl pulling,
A tearful lnmoutliig,
"le olinugud to n triiiiiiphnl gioutlng,
"Tho iirttlBo of our rlvnU rvpuntlii1:.
hlc liiymou, jitHt as is tho one I read jou.
1 hen, ton, look at tho absurd titles Unit
are given thoin. They give no clue to the
style of the poem. That one was entitled
"I,o Uol est niort, Vive F o Hoi," which
for a title is certainly as nonsensical as
need be.
Kathle came in with the lump just
then and I wont to the piano. I did nut
like Hint's flushed face. It told too
much, hrael, good soul that he is, hasn't
a hit of penetration. What possessed me
to sing as 1 did,
llfimo. Inline. O lift nit- mitt would I be
lllilllr. Inline In in v nln iwiinilrmi:
Thero'h nit oyo ihnt uwr wvopt, nod tt fulrfiicr
will bo fiiiu.
As I puss thrtniyli Allium wntcr, wl' my bun
ny bund iigitln.
I did not finish, but turned oulcklv round
al tho sound ol sobbing. Euphrosyne is
ar from homo. F. E. II.
m !1,0,n,,l,trlru:r brlB. ,, to myWU. mi Now If the author of that found any sense
and laughter mingle easily . I rt .11 bt- - , thurH u ,s ,noro tmn , cn dl).
it.... a,i, miinvrt such fancies. I don't
I want light, color and warmth. Your
real golden blondes, such as I, always do.
"We freeze in tho atmosphere that suits
dark women"and your flaxen-haired beau
ii..H. A Unlit and heat thai withers them
like llowors drooping upon their stalks,
only makes us bloom In tho wildest luxu-1
rlnnco ol Joy. How I long to be South I
The very night of tliosepralrics ch'llsme.
I am never warm. Even as 1 sit by the
cheerful lire I shiver.
After all it is pleasant in our little room.
Wo will, at any odds, liavo our open grate
and tho dancing llame brightens every
thing, for it is not yet dark enough for
lamps. In tho further comer my open
piano glistens as the light waves up and
down. Kuphrosyno's books fill another
corner, and half concealed in tlio shadow
yonder stands an old fashioned clock, our
only holr locim. ' Blow ticking lathe
only sound In the room and I have
vou r.ever feel it Y Thai smitten recollec
tion of some foolish act or word that
brings tu you such a terrible loathing and
contempt for yourself and makes you
start instinctively with a half suppressed
exclamation?
I hoar Mimi dreamily repeating,
"Tho blriU must know. Who wlsoly itlnj:i
Will Hlng an thoy.
Tlio :ommoii tvlr line gonerou wlnicfj
Sonyu ntnke tholr wuy."
IsitAKD. Whoso words are those, Eu.
phrosyne?
Eui'Hhosynk. I do not know, but think
thoy are Helen Hunt's. I found them In
a corner of somo stray magazine and have
kept them along with other fugitive gema.
I have boon repeating them over and over
all day long.
Ihuaki,. What a vast amount of trash
thoro Is going the rounds of tho nowapa.
pors. Yet bore and there one finds ajjen
uino little poem llku a bit of heliotrope,
I glanced at Mlml. I have a faint sus
picion she lias heard them before, though
the tortures of the rack could not force
her to confess sho over writes poolry.
Hut sho is perfectly unmoved.
Eui'iiuosYNK. I agree with you that
thosti versos are execrable and have tlio
fault you have criticized; but 1 do not
agree wllh you in your strictures on
newspaper poetry in general. Our mod
ern poetry, and by that I moan only tho
fugitive pieces that spring up day by day,
ts simply a revival of old and otfd con
colts in stylo, only !icy am clothed In an
entirely different kind of language. And
that language has no equal lor vivtunoss
of fancy and picluresquenoss. Our pooms
are,
"Soiikh, which liko tho ttuuiniur,
I.ovo nloiio tho Htinny time ;
Huo of roiio urnl violet's odor
Kinultttlui; In swcot rhyme."
Iuhaul. Yes, they are generally that
Xolch Prom ColoriMlu.
Goergetown, the Eldorado of Colorado,
la the largest town, as well as the county
seat, of Cloar Creek County. Tho town
is located in the beautiful and pleasant
valley of Clear Creek, some twelve miles
from its junction with Fall River, and six
or eight miles from the source which is
at tlio base of tho range. Tho valley
through which the creek flows is sur
rounded on throe sides, hemmed in, as it
were, by huge, innssno mountains, which
seem to defy tho ingenuity of tlio yankec
to e.xploro their rugged side- or develope
tho rich silver deposits buried in them.
On the east ot tho town stands Griflltli, ft
large long peak reaching down the creek
i' nile, and forming connection with
. .vcnworui just feottth of town. The
slope from these two mountains forms a
branch of Clear Creek which flows down
tluoiiL'h the city, unitinc witli thu main
branch within the limits of Georgetown.
i,uuvciiworiu Aiouiitain covers the whole
south end of the town.excopt where Main
Branch comes down between it and Uom
ocrat Mountain, The face of' the nioun-
