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Show THE FATE OK A REFORMER. The shades of night were falling fast, As lurouub a western village passi d A youth, who tore 'mid mini and a'.uah, A banner with an auburn Mush Clean tha Hit ft tro.mnir. t rtis brow was fail: hla eye benettb. Flashed 1 kc a falch oa from Its sheath; And like a silver clurton rmur, Tha accents of Ills unknown tougpe, Clean tua Street Croaalnge! In happy homes ho saw tho llht t)f household urea ileani arm and bright; Above tho mirrored mud they shone, Aad rrotn his lips escaped a groan Clean tba Street Croai lifts ! "Try nottlio crosaltifrs!" an old man ald; "Di atli lin ks below, not overhead, The slushy torrent Is deep aud wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Clean thu str.-et i'roaniniri. A traveler, by tho faithful hound, Ha f burled la the mud, was found; Still grasptiui In hla hand of tee That banner with the strange devic e, Clean tbn Street I roiling!. Thoro in the twillirht. cold and'eray. Llfelesa. and covered with mud, he lay; And from the housetops tar and near, Voice fell through the atmosphere, 'Isn't It A boa i Time That Someone Oat Hump I'pon Ilons-lf aud Cleaned tile Street Croaalnce t" -C. C. C. |