Show the coming day EDITOR HERALD something like half a dozen yeara years ago the workingmen of E england and of the world lost a noble and knightly soldier of liberty by the death of mr ernest jones jnes when mr air jones commenced his great and manly career the country he be loved was a privilege bedridden and class blighted land he heat at once unfurled his banner and planted high in the air air the motto the government of england roust be the government of the people by the people for the people foi that great principle pr I 1 n ciple he lived and fought and suffered ered he was incarcerated in a common where he lie was denied the use of pen and ink and paper and subjected to all the rigors of solitary confinement it was at this ti time me that he improvised a pen out of a crows quill he lie picked up in the courtyard of his prison and used as ink blood drawn from his wrist and in a neat microscopic hand wrote on the margin marin between the leaves of a prayer book some of his choicest poetry the following is culled from his poems lately published and will probably be read with no small amount of interest by the persecuted and suffering people of this territory the midnight hour Is passing the sunrise bat is at hand the iva watchers on the mountain tops ts arc looking oer the land the world is all expectant tor for the first grey streak ot of light where re mornings gentlest gentlest breath shall break the mighty wa walls Is of night then through that riven ramparts path what glorious Ilor lous rays shall pour when all its ts fiery lances rush la in golden torrents oer I 1 One little cloud of all that mass need but be forced away and nights eld palsied hand no more can stem tho the march of day thug thus despots over europe brood and thus shall freedom rife rise down dyn scattering with her mighty hand old tyrannies tyrannizes tyr annies needs but one timeworn time worn prejudice bo be given to the wind and soon successive truths will pass the gateway gate ivay of the mind for fallacy Is ever placed place upon perditions brink ott I 1 u glor glorious lous morn will rise thai that takes the shadows from the heart the dewdrop from the eyes then roan man shall cease for aye to bend before each clod the knee that god made pliant plant but to bend unto god then leading with a fathers sway away our mighty brotherhood by right divine equally coequally co the vue hall shall aau palde ide the good and prouder pomp be theirs hail swell well a vain imperial state stat more safe their open household to household prove than th an tyr tyrants a gate who d dares r e ft assail sq all their power must scale a wall that god has wrought brou A k rampart wall of honest il hearts arts manned by one holy thought no need of gun a or gre greanier cren Adier to guard them where thoy dwell for fortis it Is the tho citadel peo peoples ves self belf becomes their glorious these are tire the kings that lead the nations on the mighty dynast dynas ts who have reigned like te belland washington washinton ton then force and fraud its demon twin together ether pale and cease an and tys war glory dies beneath the fe feet t of peace ce while settling down through grave graves mid mosses grim and gr gray DI dim in superstition buries these and alga sighs s aud and sinks away 0 then tho I 1 fear shall 3 aill be banished hence and Ane love ve resume its place and earth become one country vast and man blau one household race and god a household god who dwells in every home homo and heart ot sought alono in piles of stones encased by bonkis art I 1 the watchers on the tho mountain tops are looking ingi oer the land tile m midnight d night hour la is passing the sunrise Is at hand As an earnest lover of freedom in in every form and a great admirer of the noble minded deceased patriot I 1 hope you will be able to find space for tho the above beautiful sentiment and oblige LIBERTY |