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THE COURIER.
LINCOLN LETTER.
CROSSING THE BAR
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me ;
And may there be
no moaning at the bar
When I put out to sea :
But such a tide as ,
moving, seems asleep ,
Too full for sound or moan ,
When that which calls
from out the boundless deep
Turns again home .
Twilight and evening bell ,
And alter that, the dark;
And may there be
no sadness of farewell
When I embark .
For though from out our
bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far ,
I hope to see my
Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar .
Tennyson.
thrice blessed is he whose surroundings
are such that he can occasionally ''go
. , ,T . forth into the open and list to nature's
Lincoln, Near., . . , r
May 29, 1001. ings."
Yours,
DeZtPiMUPC: , , . JSleasou.
This is my regular day for answering
letters, so I am going to answer the
letter which I hope to receive from you
this week. To be suret my stock of
ideas is low, but then girls are not sup
posed to need ideas in' either their let
ters or conversation, you know. Such a
queer, mixed-up week' this has been.
Such a mixture of business and pleas
ure, of ignorance and brains! I pre
sume you have heard of the Dunkard
convention which has been in session
here this week. The streets have been
full of the delegates iu their quaint
bonnets and gowns, looking as it they
might have stepped down from the
frames in some ancient picture gallery.
Their lives are so simple and well-ordered,
so quiet and serene; I have
thought many times that Gray must
have had a Dunkard settlement in mind
when he wrote
Tar from the maddening
crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober fancies
never learned to stray ;
Along the cool ,
sequestered vale of life
They kept the even
tenor of their way ."
In another verse he gives advice
which might also be followed with profit:
"Let not Ambition mock
their useful toil,
Their homely joys ,
their destiny obscure,
Nor Grandeur hear,
with a disdainful smile,
The short and simple
annals of the poor."
- Lincoln is beautiful now. The glory
of a city is its trees, and I never saw
more beautiful trees than there are hers.
No matter which way you walk, you
pass under a wonderful green arch, for
in most parw or me cny we trees grow The naive, simple letter from fourteen-
on both sides of the walk, meeting in yeir-old Deneys Reitz to his father,
the most confiding, friendly fashion over the secretary of state of the Tranvaal
your head. TheyardB are ornamented Republic, has seldom been equalled for
with old-fashioned flowers and shrubs, vital interest by any carefully written
most often left to grow according to the article on the war.
dictates of their own fragrant wills, and
forming a refreshing contrast to the
geos.emcai aeeigns generally seen in
larger cities. And the birds! Penelope,
I did not know there were so many in
the world as there are in Lincoln this
sammer! Birds of all colors and chapes,
sizes and descriptions. I think they
selected thk place for their annual May
festival, and have been practicing faith
fully for the last five weeks. The mea
dow lark k soprano soloist, and like
Melba and Sembrich her songs are pure
melody. The chorus is most effectively
supplied by the robins; the orchestral
accompaniment is the wind in the tree
tops, and I wish you were in the audi
ence. Ibis is the day when people are tak
ing even more than ubusI pains to be
amused, and when the tail-feathers of
the American eagle are strewn broad
cast throughout the land. Decoration
day and the Fourth of July, wholesale
picnicing days, dear to the hearts of
children and often still dearer to the
children's big brothers and eisters! It
is too great a strain on the intellect to
bear in mind the underlying thought in
these holidays from morning till night.
A short service in the morning, the
decking of graves in grateful remem
brance, then away to the parkB, to the
groves, to various Bcenes of pleasure and
rest for the care-wom minds and bodies
to which these brief relaxations come
seldom enough. Truly, "there is a
pkaaare in the pathless wood, there is
a raptors on the lonely shore," and
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LITERARY NOTES.
One of the most remarkable but least
noticed facts in condection with the war
in the Transvaal is the extreme youth of
a large part of General De Wett's army.
When hostilitids broke out almost every
grown man enlisted, even the enfeebled,
but the pace has been too rapid for the
venerable burghers. As they were
killed or incapacitated their places have
-gradually been taken by mere, school,
children, many only thirteen or fourteen
years of age. Under the title of "The
Youngest Soldiers in the World,'' in the
June Cosmopolitan Allen Sangree
throws more light on the make-up and
life of General De Wett's commandoes
than anything heretofore published.
A good story is told of Mark Twain
and a bookseller's clerk. Twain was
formerly a partner in a publishing firm,
and one day he went into a bookstore,
and picking up a book, he asked the
clerk the price of it. He then said that,
as a publisher, he was entitled to fifty
per cent discount. The clerk told him
that was all right, and then Twain said:
"And as J am alBo an author, I am
envied to fifty per cent discount for
that reason, am I not?"
To this, also, the clerk assented.
"Then I am a professional friend of
the proprietor's, and I presume you will
allow me the usual twenty-five per cent
discount on that score."
Again the clerk bowed assent.
"Under those conditions, I think I
will take the book," said the humorist;
"how much?"
The clerk did some figuring with his
pencil, and then said, without allowing
a smile to intrude upon the solemnity
of the occasion:
"As I figure it, we owe you the book,
and thirty-seven and a half cents in
money. We shall be glad to have you
call again."
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HIGH NOON.
Charitable Old Lady Poor woman!
And are you a widow ?
Beggar Worse than a widow, ma'am.
Me 'uaband'a livin' an I bare to sup
port him. Tit Bits.
Here where the faint
breeze droops upon the grass,
Where the summer incense
fills the air with pine,
Upon the highest hillside,
where the sun
Lifts Nature to himself,
I raise my shrine
To thee, High Noon,
In whose dear eyes,
undimmed by doubt or tear,
No secret shadow
of the soul is good.
Others may dread
thy burning judgment white
For them be twilight altars
in the wood;
To thee, High Noon,
Bare breasted as a pagan
I would come !
Test thou my heart,
that proven, I may dare
Exult to shrive me
in thy riteless peace,
And sacramental faith
eternal swear
To thee, High Noon!
-Martha Gilbert Dkkinwo,
- inJuneCsntury,
The Language of Flowers.
The florist told his love for her
In flowery language pat.
She smiled and blushed, her friends aver,
That he should lilac that.
"How long must I keep praying for
you and papa?"
"Why, I hope always, Willie."
"Well, I've been asking God to make
you more indulgent, but I don't Gee aDy
change." Life.
First Pub. June ii.
Notice to Creditors. E J555.
Sta'e or Nebraska, ss. County court, Lancas
ter county, Jn re estate of Arthur K. Goddanl
deceased.
.uCrlto 0l. estate will take notice
mat the time limited for presentation of claims
against laid estate is October 1, 1901. and
rarmjaent of debts is July I. 1002; that I
wm sit at the county court room in said countv
on October 1, 1901, and on January 2. 1902, to
reiIe examine, adjust and allow all claims
duly filed. Publish weeklv four times in Tho
Courier. Dated May 31, 190!.
lH Frank R. Waters.
County Judge.
By Walter a. Lztsc, Clerk
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