Judge — September 8, 1883 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Lament for Summer. BY T. O'D, O'CALLAGHAN Pass the seasons like cloud-shadows, which faatas tically play Orer the flower-bespat summer day Brown-hued Autumn ‘ll be flushing \ wealth of mellow grain Ere drear wintr, summer lows on some golden ith bis winds come rushing —for fair on the w What a tleeti it seemeth since the advent « Now the slumbrous fc zephyrs, on the wi "Mid the sylvan copses tHittin sad refrain— Mournful cadence well betitting fadeful su the wane dn Lb, while chant their low nd Sounds a sad and sorrowing leaves in the wood, All unlike the child-like joyous mood. Waxes deeper weeps ama With its hearse-like, drooping plumerie, summer on the wane. rustle ‘mong the limp bustle of their June-time merie, while the willow for fond Crickets chirping, sad and doleful, church-yard Pour theirmonod mid the lonely ful—and its burden seems “als 1 — Bullfrogs croaking, drear and lonely—dismal pat te of the rain wll the wane. All tell « only—beauteous summer's on Feathered minstrels cease their singing death-like solemn trance, Save the blackbird’s music ringing through the som: bre woods askance, ‘mid the | And the throstle’s note of gladness—but their mel ody is v shrouds pal on the wane Ohta strange, weird, subtle feelin, solemn propl Like a tombstone’s shade is ml) stealing silently o'er he Prescient 1 heart aud brain Abita friend we'll soon be shire v, for dear sum mer's on the wane Summer's surely, surely dying! hectic flush On her pallid cheek, blush sew that bodeful vying June's red roses’ erim List the voice of Nature's sorrow, bill and plain— Death will claim « corpse to-morrow, for‘lov’d sum: mer’s on the wane! man lives are Waning—onward hasten eof our complaining still aseendeth night atid days land of flowers, wh knowing the soul, un Shall disport among the bowers of « summer with out wane “ Wet., whether he ever gets to be Presi- dent or rot, there is no question about it,” exclaimed the Democratic Senator, as he bent over to stop a half-burnt cigarette that was rolling down Beacon Hill, Incle Benja- min has a long head.” * Yes, Republican Senator, coughing into his hand- kerchief, ‘he has—including his ears!” Davip didn’t use a ling to knock out the giant, but no rule is without excep- tions. mimer | of dark ills crowding, pres | replied the | Washington Gossip. FROM OUR OWN LIAR. Wasntxetox, D. C., Avoust 80tb. AccorDING to dockyard reports now to hand at the Navy Department, we find that the navy of the United States at present available for active service, consists of one armor-plated.anan-of-war, which is, with the exception of d'cracked screw, a patch on the off-side smoke-stack, a few rivets missing in the off part of the sheathing, a large dent in | the boiler, moth-eater about the hull, and a | few trifling apertures in the water-tight com- | partments, almost as good as new; thre monitors that only require a thorough re- building to be quite serviceable; four tugs, and eight mud-scows. The remainder of th y, not on foreign service, is at pres- t engaged in conveying Miss Arthur, the Is of the Departments and their friends, to various points of interest. Certainly, Mr. Dana, the Republican party must go— fishing! One of the Washington daily journals has been indiscreet enough to use the word “thief ” in connection with some irregular proceedings of one Captain Howgate, of whom you may have heard. A celebrated legal firm has received instructions to pro- rainst said journal, on behalf of the gallant captain, for defamation of charac’ If such libelous expressions are permitted to go unchecked, what public officer is safe? As Captain Howgute’s lawyers remark, ‘It’s bad enough for a man to be cursed with ex- travagant tastes, which necessitate an ap- | propriation of public monies, the cons | quence of which is exile from his family and | home, without being publicly called a thief ‘into the bargain!” They ate quite right. ‘The purity of the motives which actuate our | public men must not be questioned by the | meddling “ literary fellers,” who are always poking their noses into business which does | not concern them, and stirring up polit dunghills with their editorial pens, until the smell thereof reacheth unto heaven, and drives the angels from their roost. Were it not for these meddler> the existence of these manure deposits wound never be known to the public, and everything would be lovely. Who can tell but himself what pure, unselfish motives induced Brady to charge the post- oflice department for services that were never performed? He may have been engaged in the work of Christianizing the benighted in- habitants of the Solomon Isles, and required the money for the proper feeding of mis- sionaries, so that they might not offend the palates of the hungry islanders! Who ean say that Robeson was not heart and soul in a scheme for the protection of summer resi- dents against the bloodthirsty attacks of mos- quitoes and New Jersey landlords, and that the appropriations which it was generally supposed he pocketed, were not spent in car- rying out his philanthropic purpose? It’s getting to be so now, that if a civil servant Thanages to save $100,000 in four years ont of a yearly salary of $2,000, the basest char; e levelled against him, and instead of being held up asa model of economy, his reputation is bound hand and foot, and tossed in the blanket of newspaper scur- | rility! The wisdom of expending $7,500,000 in the purchase of Alaska from the Russian Government, is now fully demonstrated, and | whoever says that America has never’ pro- duced a bona fide statesman, has but to be reminded that Wm. H. Seward gave to his country the inestimable blessing of Alaska, comicbooks.com