Judge — September 15, 1883 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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A Lumber Camp. | to the tideland and back to the highlands | Self-contained, stands the little town | Drowsy and still in its Sabbath silence Girded round with its forest crown } Down from t or up from the ¢ mountai Ceaselessly sigheth the daily brecz« i Scarce felt in the lowland; with visible motion Mh Stirring the plumes of the giant trees ‘ tr | | front spread the trackless marshes i themselves in the swelling tide Hi y | ir freight, like the waves of Tar. | it i prear a stately temple, i e Tarshish forests were fi di down } | But for modern need, more grand and simple, | i ‘To house the heads of a growing town. | i There they stood in their native 4 | Mt As they stood when the century | t Primeval still, for the age’s b But lately called them to yield to man. i In their summits the free winds sing their pueans. af Round their gnarled old bases the wild briers climb, As they sang and climbed through the countless Hn aeons, | rf That raised these giants to mock at time | tw | at Ra me ti Are fo w that eats their vitals, i In the stagnant waters that drain their juice THE, Lose. THE WINNER 5 It is thy ¢ nd old forest! | THE .OSE OF THE HOTE ASON i he Grander, perchance, than to live and grow | ae | ie For the logger’s axe, when it stnites the sorest will consider the money you have paid me . also, it would have been better for me. | | bi Is carving thy future at every blow well invested, when [asstire you that it has | But since New York and you have been so iH} ‘ ‘i | left my mind in a perfectly casy state, so that stupid, why, [ wash my hands of you, baally sont to Hleestc tances | Lean w Ais Wises aud: wheratores of all Yours truly ow Te Ae ea FA BId Ucabes ee are Ghee | Lean weigh the whys and wherefores of al urs truly, We Lost in the world of * Perhaps” re | that has happened most dispassionately and —— : coolly. Of course, you, smarting under re-| Epitaph on a Watchmaker. ‘ _Connt not how much there re cent pecuniary loss, expected to te Shee ine bring a well-balanc arped jude: | Tue original of the following facetious || {! | Cee te in Gace ment to bear upon the point at issue. Well, | and appropriate tribute to departed worth ay | To eat ap tently tbe: took. Miss Prescott, as 1 owe the pecuniary satis- | was found some years ago written on ordin- ‘ faction which has left my mind tranquil, to | ary paper, in an “ordinary hand, attached to Mi} 1 thee, the you, Ido not mind giving you, instrictcon-| a tombstone ever an obscure grave in a fet the town that adorns thy foot | fidence, the result of my philosophical lucu- | neighboring cemetery. It is reproduced ‘ Towing, far-tlying, the sails | ns, from memory, for THe JunGe’s y Brotha spot where else maai’s valos were ible! Vera” has failed because you were in! Here lies, in a horizontal pi the | ig And so the town on its narrow ding the cast. I can think of no other reason, | outside case of Peter Pendelum, w 3 Won from betwixt the forest and flood, Indeed, you must remember that I wrote | Integrity was the mainspring, and prudenc i? Looks back on the mighty forest expanding, | you, before the play had been produced at all, | the regulator of his life. Humane, gene- Grateful for past and prospective good. that if it did fail the result would show that | tous, hospitable, his hands never stopped till the failure was entirely your fault, while, if, he had relieved distres regulated | Intercepted Letters. it should succeed, I opine none would be | Were all his motions. th: P never went V, acid Gt: BEAR WBE 40 wien ARG FebaCoTT. rash enough to dispute that the success wrong except ds n set ‘ ing py the people rau New Yonk, Septembe would be entirely attributable to my work. | who did not know hie Key, and-even then | | N| | NE' oe his I said some weeks before the produc- | he was easily set ri ht again. He had the || ¥! | My Dear Miss Prescorr—I am afraid | tion of “Vera,” and I cannot help congrat- | art of disposing time so well that the | } the jig.is up—in the the la g ul myself upon my sagacity when I | hour and minute hands of his life g i Joet, we are gone past praying for. Why | see how marvelously events “borne me Tound in one continuous circle of duty \ this is thus, let who will decide. [attribute | out in what I id. ‘The play has failed, and pleasure until an unlucky mome nd doltish stupidi- | failed entirely through you. It is not my pened to his ¢ ple of New York. It cannot | province to criticize on this occasion, so 1 | life, wound up, in hopes of being taken in \ e been smart enongh to see | shall not attempt to point out wherein you hands by his Maker, and, thoroughly clean- Ms no, no, that is out of the | might have done differently, and saved us ¢d and repaired, set agoing in the other put a istence, He departed this it it to the gross ignorancs ty of the pe be that they through me I question. I fooled them to the top of their | aH: but T will simply say that you killed the | World, where he now “swings round the ‘a hent when I was here before, and I had | piece by your acting. Ihave no hard feel- circle” of eternity. RT, Pe ‘| every reason to ¢: Be t to do the | ings against you on this account, I can as- | if { We will try and shove “V down their | sure you. As you are aware, I ama very | Henny W. Loxorettow left an estate of | et throats, but I am afraid it will not answer. | great man—while you are a very little and | #350,000, This shows what an industrious, | | j While T am very sorry for loss, I cannot but congratul: my own foresight in your pecuniary insignificant woma e myself upon parison. From ms curing from you a mere worm in com- enterprising poct can do when he exerts him- i 3 Ited station I can af- self, and will be a great source of encourage- ‘3 ord to look down with pitying contempt ment to aspiring genius to ‘dash off "a | , handsome payment down upon my piece. , upon your efforts, secure that I have reached few yards of jingle for the yawning waste- fii You see, personal losses ure apt to disturb | a pinnacle of mentality whercon a dozen basket, to supply a long-tilled want. bi the philosophic equilibrium which is so ne- | failures cannot touch me. Still, Lam sorry — Fit cessary to enable us to regard things dispas- | that ‘‘ Vera” did not succeed. It would | “ CrickeN own” is the latest shade of | hie sionately, and to weigh or reason out the | have been better for New York, for Amer- | yellow. ‘Chicken up” is the latest com- "i || causes of failure or success, Lam sure you | ica, for the world at large—in a pecuniary plaint of the boarding-house keepers. | q = z - _ _ _ _ . | hii =a = er eS ee i i 4 i comicbooks.com