Judge — September 22, 1883 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. FISHING Bet the converse of the Scemeth worthier, by far. Folks will break the moral law When they sorely tempte You will have but little wish you fish, are. ‘To blaspheme unle “ Nothing to Me.” “T'w nothing to you!" sup [lifted her baby sister— Filli Parted her g I'm noth id my brown-eyed beauty, 4 parent's plea t duty— es and kissed her: dd the red tip And the eyes were brimming with ¢ wens! what a pain that my love was The love so wed to my baby Iden tre to you!” pouted 1 waters bt “ Nothi Could the little tre Have known how deeply my heart wa With a love that in th 1 never had bi 0 me?” as nearer a | rd that tender sobbing. I drew her home to my yearning bose I kissed her lips and er cheeks And I ween she learned—my little She was something tome, ere I ceased my ca * Nothing to you!” Oh, days of anguish ‘That we bear when our darlings’ faces are clouded! Oh, hopes and fears when the weak heads languish! Ob, grief when one for the grave is shrouded! Oh, sleepless nights when the brain is carving Some plan the paths of their feet to bri; Oh, sharpest of th and starvir fen! When love in death makes the heart-strings tight poo: Bear witness, all! that howe'er we've broken Bonds that were sacred, in shame and folly, v ¢ held one promise, dear but unspoke We have kept the love of our children bh ‘They are part of us; and nor time nor ¢ Can memory cheat of their tears or laughter— Not even when closes the day of existenc In the night or the morn of the long after. HENRY MORYORD, Ax old darkey, down in Southland, who was going to be baptize: she was going down into the stream, c' spped her} nds and | shouted that “De Lord Jesus was a good tan; he dun tuk my ole sinful heart ont ob me; he cut it open; he wash it clean in de bloodtob de Lamb. He fold it up; pa it back gll right. He tell me if I go in de wa- tera debbil, I come out debbil; if I go in saint, I come ont saint. Bress de Lawd, I don’t need no soap suds here—I'se all right for de blessed kingdom “Turn the rascals out,” says Mr. Dana. Certainly. Mr. Dana h them inside out for the last few months, and one good turn deserves another. AND SWEARING. “Swear, So the ar Oaths Have ind you will catch no fish "— ient adage g soul could wish n strangled, | supp By this legendary threat Poised above the rod and uet. Washington Gossip. FROM OUR OWN LIAR, Wasmxeros, D. C., Sept. 6th What isthe matter with the office of Presi- dent of the United States? Time was when honorable me led _ fiercely and J the position, s feilure led to. desponde illn premature death. It h said that Horace Greely’s defeat in his for the White House broke his heart, break a newspaper man’s heart is no light ». But now, the moment any prominent man’s name is mentioned in connection with the high office, either he or bis friends, rush into print with the assertion that Mr never has had, and never will have, any desire to be nominated Ly his party for the situation. This very extri and leads one to believe that to be President of the United States is no great honor after all, and not to be compared, in point of 5 ‘omfort and eminence, with the Gov- ernorship of a Bank, or the Directorship of a Railway, Your corresponuent has yet to be introduced to the man who has réfused either of those positions when offered him, The following list of prominent citizens who firmly, yet respectfully decline a nomination for President—which your correspondent {has obtained after great labor and ¢ which he trusts you will appreciate anc your share of—shows how low, in the esti- mation of all worthy men, the office has fallen Ulysses S. Grant, Schuyler Colfax Blaine, John Kelly, Chester A. A ‘oe Conkling, W. W. Belknap, ¢ enck, Henry. A. Tabor, George A. Clellan, W. English, Samuel Tilden, 8. S. Cox, Jay Gould, John J. O'B: Thomas Hendri . Train, Red Leary, Fide on, Sheen: Mike, n, John T. Ray Sullivan, Willi 1c, Captain How- | te, Harry Hill, and numbers of others to ear from. G. | ur, | neral In making up their platform, the Repub- lican party would do well to insert aplink that will bring them in thousands of voters the coast lines of the States of y. New York, Rhode Island and | viz., the recommendation of | | only by our colored first. families. an act for the better preservation of hot weather in the months of June, July, Au and Septem! A heavy prohibitory on the impertation of cold waves would do much to foster the growing industries of summer hotels and seaside resorts, which, during the past season, have been seriously interfered with by the frec importation of Aretic goods. The true inwardness of M Walker's dismissal from the Pension Bureau has come to light. That bifureated lady used up so much official paper through the feminine habit of adding postseripts to her communications, that the cost of extra st tionary was continually overrun the up- propriation for thet articl One by one, good officials and their fami- lies, who have been passing the heated term in rope, Saratoga, Newport, Cape May, Harlem and Hunter’s Point, are returning home. Visits to the poor. stay-at-homes have been numerous, and the dear gentle female bird have done their best to turn their domestic sisters green with envy. Bless their sweet little hearts, it’s their way and they can’t help it. Of course, as usual, the husband gets the worst of it. “Mrs. Flubertoosh Mandeville called this morning, William Henry, and she was telling me of the delightful time she had in Baden Baden and the rest of Yurrup. It’s vei strange that her husband, who only gets third of your salary, can afford to give his wife atrip like that, while 1 must stay at home and stew in this terrible weather ; but if I don’t go next year,” ete., ete., and there is no more peace for William Henry until winter sets in and he raises a mortgage on his property to buy his a Russian sable cloak that will take the shine out of Mrs. M.’s three-season scalskin sacque. Social fe re, in the absence of the great ders of white fashion, indulged in Third encral Sylvanus Primrose ady gave a grand water- melon soiree at their elegant weatherboard and shingle mansion, on Third street, last Wednesday evening. Among the company your correspondent noted were Col. and Mrs. Rainbow Philkins and hters, Rev. Dr. Jawback Sluggs, General Whyso Ludd- scar, Mrs. Truman Sturkiss and the Misses Sturkiss, Mr. and Mrs. Gustave Foot and the two Miss Feet, Overblue Sontag, the Dr. Mary aAge Assistant Janitor ( and his charming comicbooks.com