., "yr"? ""t r "" i " J- .f" ",f M ,T. . . r- " f- - r r i -f -' 3 3U fcJ r x r V LANCASTER. DAILY JJfcMGENCER MONDAT. MAY 81, 1883. J " , "T" A POEM. MANHOOD'S DREAM BY THE 8BA. Wrlttea Irer and Bead t the Anntvemrr et the uatbeaa Literary Society, 7 183 tiytfertn O. Helsler, Emieii, fa. Upen a gle leua bummer day I chanced - Te wander by the seashore ; down along Tie aands, that shone like meulten silver 'neath The noontide splendor or the sun. The waves In lazy playfulness came slowly In, And shook their dewy ilnglets en the strand ; Or met and broke In tiny wreaths et spray Which the sun lit withrain-bew hues, until Yheyseemed'llke the small lamps that light the bowers Where fairies dwell. The cool, salt air came irem The eca, and kissed the dark rocks that e'erhung The waves. And as I wandered en I saw, Just where the shadow el the cllUs fell dark Upen the sand, aman reclining at la ease. He saw me net, but seemed ImmerEed Ik thought ; bis dark locks flowing back revealed An Intellectual brew, en which the hand Of care had furrowed many lines. Ills eves. Dark, flashing, full et slumbreus fire, were lixed On the wide waste of waters stretching te The tar horizon's verge ; and as he gazed His mind's conflicting thoughts leund utterance thus : I am lying by the seashore, dreaming through the summer day. And my mind is lull el lanciea ler my heart is far away. Frem the dead years that are burled In the ocean of the past Thoughts and visions are new crowding en my memory thick and fast. Strange hew mcm'ry hurries backward te the calm, pure days et youth. When our llvei were lree trem error and our hearts were filled with truth, When the chords et being trembled unto hope's sift whisperings, And the soul el Inspiration hovered 'round en noiseless wings. Yet 'tie te ! we love te linger en the pleasures that are gene, Fer the joys of our existence are the sweetest at its dawn. In a vague and wondrous legend of tbedreamy days of old. Where enchanting talus and stories et the past, dea 1 years are told It Is said the soul of music stele one evening o'er the sea. Touring o'er the silent billows tones that shook with melody. And the sailors stepped te listen as they beard the magic sound Ilisingen the light winged breezes, swelling grandly all around. Peal en peal the heavenly music burst upon the closing day. Then, in slowly dying cadence, like a dream-song, passed away. And the awed and silent llst'ners felt a secret throb of pain When they thought that magic singing they should never hear again. Far the white-winged ship was watted by the seltly breathing breeze. Like a tiling ei Hie and motion o'er the team-encrested seas. When at last the weary voyage, with its calms and storms was o'er, And the muning sailors wandered down the billow-beaten shore ; Frem the sands In ldlesse picking many a purple tinted shell, liO ! the sell-same, sad, sweet music en their raptured senses fell. Fer the shells had caught the echo et that singing rich and grand, And were murmuring in chorus as they lay there en the sand. In the dim and dreamy distance they could hear the plunging waves Hushing through the tracelcss windings et the ocean's crystal caves. And, in unison, the thunder of the surf upon the shore Toek a sweeter, higher meaning than it ever had before. They were glad te hear the music they had lest up in the sea Pouring lerth trem shell and cavern in Its matchless harmony. And, throughout the lleeting ages, this unearthly music swells Frem the ocean's crystal caverns and the purple tinted shells. Thus, while floating down lile's river te the ocean deep and vast, Ev'ry tone that greets our hearing brings an echo of the past. And a flood et recollections sweeps upon the active mind, ltecollecllens that the present with the past shall ever bind. We retrace the weary seaens, lull of sunshine and of rain. Full of pleasure, full of sorrow, and are children otue again. Once again we leei the sunshine warm these dreary heaitsef ours, As it used te shine upon thuin In these happy childhood hours. Once again a mother's kisses are Imprinted en our brew, And she seems te bend above us, just as in our childhood, new. 1 remember hew I wandered, when as yet a carulcss child. By the bread expanse of ocean, where Its waters settly smiled. Hew I watched the tiny wavelets at they leapt upon the strand, Making strange and curious markings en the selt and yielding sand. Then it seemed that no disturbing power could break Its tranquil rest, Fer eternal peace seemed written en Us calmly slutnb'rlng breast. But upon the far horizon rose a dark and gloomy cloud, While, lu hearse, wild tones, the thunder e'er the waters muttoied loud. Sadly rese the dlrge-Uke meaning of surge? en the air, While, from eutthe middle blackness, burst the II gh tiling's lurid glare. Hurst upon the scene revealing high-blown billows white with spray, And the reeling vessels driven helpless en their foaming way. Oh ! my soul was filled w th norier as I watched the matchless night Ot the wild waves and the tempest struggling In the fitful light. But a calm across the waters of the troubled ocean crept. And the billows ceased thelr surging, ler the sullen tempest slept. Then the holy light el even en the heaving waters fell, And the wavelets leapt te kiss it as It wept its last farewell. Slowly fled the golden ladlance, and the night enwrapped the sky, While the sort, sweet lamps et heaven shed their lustre from en high. Oh ! 1 knew net as I steed thore, gazing o'er the changeful main, That In mine own lire its changes would be mlrrored back again. Theie, with all the trust el childhood. I had dreamt that llfe would he Smeeth and stermless as its waters when they murmured restfully. But I found that life an ocean, swept by wild and frequent storms, Where, beneath Its calmest waters, tempests veiled their awful forms ; Where, behind the gloom and blackness that enwrapped the storm-swept heaven, Burned the stars with quenchless lustre 'till the clouds at length were riven. As we gaze Inte the future hew the spirit fondly dreams That our lives will be as happy as the cloudless present seems. Hut the yeai s, though lraught with pleasure, still their weight of pain must bring And the teats of sorrow linger en our pale cheeks while we sing. Jey and gladness, strangely mingled, en our hearts unceasing flew. And there 13 no earthly pleasure but will find some kind red wee. I lemetnbered hew my sister, wlih the love-llght in her eyes, And a smlle upon her features like the pure light of the skies, Faded and crew weaker daily, a9 I watched there by her side, Faded like some fiotl-teuched blossom, and without, a murmur died. Oh ! 1 wept In childish sorrow, when they shut her narrow bed, And 1 felt as though beneath itmlne own heart lay cold and dead. Fer 1 knew net hew I loved her till she lay se cold and still. And they placed her soulless body 'neath the elm trees en the bill. Then at eve I elt would wander where the stately elm trees wave. Kneeling In the dreamy twilight by the little new made grave. And metbeught mv angel sister, trem the dim far world's above, Came aud threw her arms about me, came and whispered words el love. Was It but a dream of childhood 7 or de these we cherish come, With sweet words of consolation, trem their new and sinless home ? Fer her presence has been with me when my heart was lone and sad. Bringing joy, and peace, and comfort, that would make my spirit glad. When temptations crowded round me and my soul was dark within Then her guardian form was near me, keeping still my heart from sin. Therd was one, 1 loved her dearly, with the passion-love of youth, When we fondly dream that beauty is the manifest el truth, That but played with my affections, and enticed me with a smile. That concealed the deadly venom which has killed my spirit, while She whose false yet lovely image from my heart I cannot wrest Gees her way in wanton gladness happy en another's breast. Happy In the cold embrace or a lord whose hand is hers. While his heart Is with some harlot whom the moment's whim prefers. And she knows her degradation, smiling in her robes of shame, Satisfied with empty honors, that are honors but in name. Can she lrem the path or virtue, thus wltheuta blush depart, Heaven written en her features, hell Imprinted en her heart t Sacrificing pure affections te a hell-born lust ler geld. Treating teiuty as a bauble te be bought, at will, or sold. Yet I loved her, eh 1 I loved her, as the young alone can love. With that first fend trust in woman which se oft their curse doth prove. Little dreamt I as we wandered by the ever changing sea That its changes were an Image et ber own Inconstancy. Fer she seemed se pure and gentle te my love-bewildered mind That I looked net 'neath her beauty for the curse that lay behind. But I called upon my manhood and I threw my love away Since the idol of its worship proved itself but common clay. And I taught my soul te linger in the painful past no mere. But te gaze with earnest purpose te the years that lay before Filled with nobler asplratieus lire new sense and meaning found. And I walked in higher places where new joys, new griefs abound. Jeys that seemed the higher, sweeter for the trials I had known ; Uriels that took a higher meaning from the sweet Jeys that wer j gene. Yet hew often. Oh ! bow etten, de I feel a throb or pain, As remembrance wakes the heart-pangs or that perished leve again. Then she seems as when I loved her, trno-seulod as she once hath bsen But te mar the happy vision comes the mcm'ry or her sin. Ol the sin that dragged her downward, though It brought her power and geld OI the sin which, like a death-blast, turned my warm affections oeld. ' I would curse her, but I cannot, even though my heart la tern. And my love can never perish though she met that love with Bceru. But I doubt net I am happier with my secret weight or wee Than the woman who has scorned me la amid her pomp and show. Fer they say that heartless women sometimes feel a throb or pain. And with vain and fruitless pleadings ask their honor back again. Ask it 1 Oh I hew vain the asking, ter 'Us gene te come no mere ; If aught can make the sin-stained spirit stainless as it was before. Hew the erring and the fallen wish and pray te be aeain Sinless as they were, and struggle, but te find their struggles vain. Striving te retrace their footsteps and te have their pins forgiven ; Striving ter that peace while living that is found alone in heaven. Fer there are no hands te help them none te listen te their sigh ; Men and women fellow-mortals with a cold sneer pass them by. Oh ! ye hypocrites that scorn them ye who hear but heed them net. Have a care lest at the Judgment ye may also be forget ! Ged's own words a solemn utterance bear a warning voice te all : " It must be that some must perlsh-wee te these by whom they lall !" Ye who drive these weak ones downward In their sinning day by day, Will, at the great day et Judgment, be mere culpable than they. Fer hew oft in seeming Christians deepest, darkest passions dwell ; And hew oft a haughty spirit veils a soul as black as hell. And they pass the weak and fallen these for wiiem a Ged has died, With their eyes upturned te heaven, moving bellward in their piide. Such is life ; full el deceivers ; men that are net what they seem, Women no ! they are net women beings, such as in a dicam Of hell en earth might figure, raake this dreary plain of lite But a place et wild disorder, and or seul-dlstrcsslng strife. Why, Oh ! why, mutall things earthly be but snares our heaits te gul'.e, And earth's loveliest and fairest still deceive us with a smile ! When life's roses we would gather we but grasp the poisoned theins. And the ivy choke i the branches that Its foliage adorns. Still the widely spreading Upas freights with death the balmy all, And the sound of curses mingles with the holy voice of prayer. Yet we are net all unholy ; in our hearts a music rings, That directs us onward, upward, 'till we reach subllmer things. Onward then te meet the future with Its weight of smiles and tears. Leeking still beyen I the changes of the lading, dying years. Fer amid the tells and shadows brighter, fairer hopes are given. Far beyond the weep ng gladness, and beyond the dving heaven. Such the visions that are flitting through the chambers et my heart. Visions of tiie dajs dnparted days whose mem'rics ne'er depart , As I lie here sod and weary weary of this weijh et clay, Dreary midst the closing shadows or the listless summer day .' jjjtr goods. OTKAW1IKIDUK & CLuTUICU. SHOPPING BY MAIL. WE purpose making it as safe and pleasant, and in every way as satisfactory, te shop by mail as in person at our counters. "WE take all possible care te avoid errors, and when any occur they are corrected at once. "WE are always willing te exchange goods which de net please after being received, provided, they are returned te us in perfect condition and within reasonable time. SAMPLES OF DRY GOODS OF ALL KINDS, Even the most expensive, sent free of charge en application. EVERY lady who shops by mail should send for a specimen of our FASHION QUARTERLY. STRAWMID&E & CLOTHIER, Eighth & Markets Sts. PHILADELPHIA. WLSJSS AND LIQUORS. E HTABMSHED 1785. WINES AND LIQUORS! At KARTC OLD WINE STORE, 1. 29 East Kii M f&- CALL AND EXAMINE. - We have Just received direct trem the Island of Madcria the iollewing Wines : Verdellie, Vintage 1870 ; Sercial, Vintage 1840, Which we offer te our customers, tegether with our old 1S00, ISUi, 1817, 1818 and 1827 MA uuikab; anu iinc ulu siikuuiks. Verzenay and Extra Dry, L. Reuderer's Carte lilanche, Pemniery Sec. Veuve Cliquot, Yellow Label Dry, Krug & Ce.'s Private Cuvee, Jules Champien. And the GREAT WESTERN EX. DRY WINE, Frem the Pleasant Valley Wine Company, at Hammondsport, N. Y. This Is the Finest Ametican Wine in the market, having been awarded the highest honors at the following Expositions : At 1'arls lt07, Vienna 1873 and Philadelphia 1876. H. E. Slaymaker, AGENT. S. CLAY MILLER, Wines, Brandies. Bins, Old Eye Whiskies. U. Ne. 33 PENN SQUARE, LANCASTER, PA. GIBSON'S WHISKY BOTTLED A SPECIALTY. fJAHVISXa. tt YES I OH KS ! e HEBE 18 THE PLACE TO GET TOUB MOXEY'S WOIITH! SHU'S CARPET HALL, Cor. of West Kin? and Water Sts. CARPETS OF EVERY DESCRIPTION AND IN IMMENSE QUANTITIES. NO OTHER SUCH STOCK TO SELECT FROM IN LAN CASTER. NOW 18 THE TIME TO BUY. CALL AND MAKE YOUR SELECTIONS. SEND IN YOUR ORDERS, It you want Car pets woven In special grades. Shirk's Carpet Hall, Cerner West King and Water Sts., LANCASTER. PA. TTAIR BALSAM. PARKER'S HAIR BALSAM. A beneficial dressing preferred te similar articles because of its purity and rich per fume. It RESTORES TO GRAY HAIR THE YOUTHFUL COLOR and prevents dandruff and falling el the hair. 60c and f loe. HISCOX & CO., N. Y. FL0REST0N. Excels the finest flower in richness. Deli cate, very lasting. Ne odor like It. Be sure yen get FLORE8TON Cologne, signature et Hlxcex & Ce., N. Y., en every label. 85 ami 73 cents, at druggists and dealers In perfume. COLOGNE. dia-lyweewAdTu A FULL AHKIRtmEDT OFBIMAKAMD L Apple-weed Pipes. Weeden Pipes trem ITMAN'S YELLOW FRONT CIGAB KAJJjltUjSLDB. PHB GREAT Burlington Reute Chicago, BuxIIngteH & (gainer B. B. Chicago, Burlington & (Jeincy B. B. PRINCIPAL LINE AND OLD FAVORITE FROM CHICAGO OR PEORIA TO KANSAS CITY, OMAHA, CALIFORNIA. LINCOLN AND DENVER. The SHORTEST, QUICKEST and BEST line te St. Jeseph, Atchlnsen, Topeka, Denlsen, Dallas, Galveston, and all points In Iowa, Ne braska, Missouri, Kansas, New Mexico, Ari zona, Mentana and Texas, This route has no superior xer AiDertLea, Minneapolis and St. Paul. Nationally reputed as being the GREAT THROUGH CAR LINE. Universally conceded te be the BES"" EQUIPPED Railroad In the world for all classes et travel. All connections made In Union depots. Try it and yen will find traveling a luxury Instead of a dlscomlert. Through tickets via this celebrated line for sale at all offices in the U. S. and Canada. All information about rates of fare, Sleeping Cars, etc., cheerfully given by PKROEVAL LUWK1X, General Passenger Agent, Chicago, III. T. J. POTTKB, 3d Vice Pres. Gen. Manager, Chicago, III. JOHN Jj. A. BEAR, Oca. Eastern Act, 817 Broadway, 306 Washington BL Niw Ten, Bosre, Mass. SENSATION ! P T VIRTUALLY AM ! STOCK FROM SHERIFF'S SALE. MUST BE SOLD IN 30 DATS. The stock of FUKNITUKE at Nes. 148 and 150 up-stairs North Queen street, purchased at sheriff's sale, MUST BE SOLD, regardless of price, within the next thirty days, te make room for ether business. During this time the public will have opportunity for BARGAINS never before offered them, and the like of which they will never see again. LOOK AT THEM! Walnut Bed Roem Sets worth $60.00 for $35.00 Cottage Sets which cost $25 for $15. Lounges for $5. Parler Suits, in the White, Up holstered te Order in Raw Silk, $65. Splendid Hair Cleth Set for $40. Wardrobes for $8. Parler and Dining Chairs at Half Price. Household, Dining and Kitch en Furniture. 10-feet Wal nut Extension Tables Ash Extension Tables $6.50. Dining Roem Chairs Covered with Leather. BEAUTIES and BARGAINS. SOME SPECIAL BARGAINS ! A magnificent Solid Mahogany, highly polished, elaborately carved Full Chamber Set. The handsomest ever brought te this city. The best of hand-made work. Persons who are re-furnishing should leek at it. A variety of Cheffeniers. This useful, beautiful and compact piece of Furniture is deservedly the fashion. They take up little space and afford the largest conveniences. CASES OF DRAWERS, worth $30, for $15. CASES OF DRAWEES, worth $35, for $18. CASES OF DRAWERS, worth $40, for $20. HAIR, HUSK AND STRAW MATTRESSES. Hetel proprietors, boardkig-heuse keepers and private families, who are preparing te accommodate the great crowd of visitors ex pected next week te attend the Knights Templar Parade, will find that they can procure well-made, well-packed, clean and well-sewed Mattresses for from $2.00 te $10.00, for splendid Hair Mattresses. This is a terrible sacrifice, but this stock must go. Handles for Furniture ! The Latest Patterns! Brass Handles ! A Dezen for the Ordinary Price of One ! BED SPRINGS ! BED SPRINGS ! ! Brighten Springs for $1.50. Werth $3.00. A Liberal discount en large purchases and te the trade. 148 and 150 N. 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