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Show 1 TRUTH. CHATTER. the stock ticker and the knight of the latest money panic. Instead of being of the the opinions personal impressed with the grandeur of that (Being writer and for which no one else is good old man; the bishop of Les Miserables, we now store our minds in any manner responsible.) with descriptions of the process of It is by no means uncommon, in digestion as carried on in the calm, these days of sordid commercialism; beautiful stomach, or the sound, but to hear many people, chiefly those sensitive liver, of that would-be- , not. dare du acpave, nymph is the Mary idea sole collection, whose The natural hideousness of cumulation and retention of what is Quilp, apd the gentleness of Little known as the Almighty Dollar, re- Nell in Old Curiosity Shop, are no This is an age of progress. longer remembered because we have mark: read The Invisible Man and The But is it? It is not uncommon either Woman Who Did. to hear these same people declare Jl Jl and they do it too with great juice In poetry we are no better. Burns The world is growing and unction has been retired from circulation and better all the time. But is it? Now A mans a man for a that, is bewithout intending to be in any wise athind the scenes in the rubbish room, misanthropical for one can direct without conditions to while existing tention up against the footlights will stand right being a misanthrope the writer conthe Barrack Room Ballads state," without fear of successful of the English mountebank, whose tradiction, that, to say the very least, we are doing the things we should best efforts relate to the slaughter of not do and are leaving undone those Hans, the blue-eye- d Dane; do. of things which we ought to of our We in a quarrel bare arm, inare forgetting the teachings a of for the possesion harlot, in a fancy; the teachings which made of live for sailors down by the docks. us good men and women, or ought to The harp that once thro Taras have so made us at least; we are let- halls is silent, for are we not listenting fade away memories which ing to the singing of Mr. should be kept alive, like the sacred We have swapfires on the altars of the ancients; ped the Sweet Vale of Avoca for we have acquired, and are yet enLalla Shanahans Ould Shebeen. gaged in acquiring, tastes which Rookh no longer interests us; we get should not be permitted by any satisfaction from the Rubyat of a person, to the exclusion of Hobo. The Lady of the Lake no the older and the better ideas we longer holds charms; we find a sol-ic-e started life with; we are consigning in The Tale of a Kangaroo. d oblivion, traits we to a Jl jl once possessed, which we should have Our songs. Lord of Israel! Time clung to- through life; which for our was when we sat in the shadows at of and mind of own peace happiness and sang: ever ivening soul we should have preserved turn backward, oh Time 'Backward, green. in your flight; No one wishes to return to the days of the rush light and the tallow dip; Make me a child again, just for tonight; to the stage coach and the canal come back from the echoless Mother, calculated boat. Every improvement lessen shore; the and to better conditions burdens which are carried1 on the Take me in your arms again, just as of yore; shoulders of toil should be, and is, Press from my brows these furrows gladly welcomed. But while we have of care; been advancing, so far as relates to Smooth the few silver locks out of my nenot we have material the wants, hair; other in ways; glected ourselves have we not overlooked almost en- Over my slumbers your loving watch tirely the mind and its many demands? Rockkeep; me to sleep mother, rock me to Of course we have. Mc-Lan- e. '.V bull-throate- d, Dooley-ooley-ooley-ooley-o- o? self-respecti- ng A self-create- - - , Why just go sleep. Jl Jl And as we sang old memories came we dont read any more; we ip, before our eyes and old familiar on mental drunks. We devour aces were seen in the glow of the things called books, not for improve ment, but just for pastime, while we are waiting for the other fellow to draw up the papers. Hawthorne has been forgotten and so has Poe. Washington Irving "has been relegated to the dusty top shelves, where he stands idly alongside Thackery and Bacon Dickens, Scott and Lytton. and Locke are remembered only by a few old fogy antique professors, long since retired, because, forsooth, they were not modern and up to date. Richard Harding Davis, Amelia Chandler Rives, Marie Correlli, Archibald Clavering Gunter, Booth Tark-ingtoand the balance of that tribe, hold the boards. Forgotten are the tales of the forest and the red man. told by Coopei, who pictured the woods in the green of the spring time and the scarlet and gold of the autumn; who sailed with us down the clear rivers and climbed with us the verdure clad hills. Forgotten is the Indian, Chingachgook, in his native nobility, while in his stead stands the bloody creation of Ned Buntline and this gibbering chimpanzee of the world, Captain literary Charles King. The character that suffered in silence, and for loves sake, carried the grievous burden of another's sin in the Scarlet Letter" has given way to another; the hero of Irelight. ibscured by the misty curtains brown round by the Angel we call Regret, and in those blessed moments if isweet and holy sadness our souls Irew nearer to Him who doeth all hings well, and those who dwell with Him. But now what do we do? Why we fight to get a front place in the line where we pay a dollar for a parquette seat, so that we can sit and applaud while some painted fragment screams: One dark and stormy night, when the rain was falling fast, Bill Bailey said to his lady love, 'Our dream of life is past. He said no .more Just slammed the door. He wandered round the town; he didnt have a cent, But when he thought of his pork chops, Back to the house he went; The groves were Gods first temples; when the whispers through the branches of the trees were the voices from the Beyond; when the storms were the expressions of the wrath (f the Infinite; when. the rippling, laughing waters told us the beauties of the clime which awaits the good; when the songs of the birds were the echoes of the faint music when which came down to us from the portals of Paradise. Let us go back to the days when there were sermons in stones, and books in the running to Oh, listen brooks, and let us do It quick, ber His mournful cry. fore an offended Deity, disgusted at In those old days we retired to rest our manners and methods, obliterates thinking of the glad times when once again we would be united with loved us entirely; forgets that He ever We slept and created us. Let us abandon art ones gone before. dreamed of the happy scenes of child- and go and sit down with dear old hood and youth, and awoke in the Mother Nature for awhile and ask of morning with a heart sanctified. All her that she cure us of the malady next day we were kind and consider ate to the feelings of our fellows. Our which afflicts us. That she teach us tone was pleasant and we were in a that a jumble of sounds is not music, gentle, forgiving mood. Now what but that is to harmony make required happens? Why, we have nightmares, the strain d perfect. That she doctor in which females dance around our pillows and blue goblins, our diseased minds so that we will spitting red fire, chase each other no longer crave for the morbid tales over our coverlets. When we get up of a rotten fiction sired by heteroloIn the morning we begin the daily gous fathers and born of grind by. kicking the dog and finding mothers amid the garbage heaps ault with the housewife. raised by dirty Imaginations, but that instead we will yearn once more for Jl Jl the clear, clean stories of purity of It is the same way with the hymns character, purpose and action; for the it church. Once they sang Corona- poetry which to the heart tion like the angels sing it in the and required noappealed translation to be ungreat choir up above. The grand old derstood; for the songs of praise which strains reverberated and rolled brought us closer to our Maker instead of us how to sing in through the little church, and our upper C; teaching for the music which was hearts caught the inspiration. Now born on that glad day when the hired quartettes tear it to bits to an morning stars sang together and all accompaniment played in a way that the sons of God shouted for joy is nothing, if not a cross' between which was repeated by the Angels to wailing for a departed friend and Lew the shepherds on the hills of Judea Once Nearer, when Heavens bright hosts Dockstaders sang My God, to Thee was sung in such better days. You who do not, need a manner that dying ears have re- of peace. joiced to hear the sound and dim eyes, ZG Pressing? Are we growfast closing, have lighted up with a ing Stop and think it over heavenly light as the sweet notes you who remember other, older and filled the ante-rooof eternity. Now You who do not need shrill. voiced sopranos and raspy ten- not take any extra trouble. Do not ors sing it in much the same fasnion youytSelVeS YU COuldn,t thInk is a - damned soul would shriek for mercy at its first sight of the red hot gates of the land .where the worm TRUTHS CLUBBING LIST. iieth not and the fire is never iruth is anxious to increase its alluenched. ready large circulation and to make jl jl itself of more value to its s namby-pambyAsk any of the and advertising they will tell you that this is art patrons, at the same time securing a ind one of the many grand achieve- stronger hold upon the affections of ments of modern education. Rats! If the intermountain public. In order to that statement be true, then let us accomplish this. Truth has made arretrograde a bit. 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