The Texas Miner, Volume 2, Number 41, October 26, 1895 Page: 1
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VOL. 2.
THURBER, TEXAS, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26, 1895.
NO. 41.
FLASHES OF THOUGHT.
WHEN OUR SHIP COMES IN.
A LI 1 TLE child dwelt by the flowing sea,
YY And her home was the home of poverty;
She ran with bare feet o'er the golden sands,
And gathered shells with her small brown hands.
Gay strangers came in rich robes dight,
But the little maiden shunned their sight,
And shaking her curls o'er her blushing face,
Sped away like a fawn that Hies the chase.
When the strangers were gone, said the mother mild,
"What was it dismayed thee, my darling child?"
"Oh, mother, my feet were bare and brown,
I had no bonnet, and then—this gown!"
She held up the skirt of her faded frock,
Sadly rent by the rugged rock,
And she said, with a deep and long-drawn sigh
"Will I have such dresses as they by and by ?"
Her mother smiled with a grave, sweet grace,
As she smoothed the curls from the half-grieved face
And said, "When our ship comes in from the sea,
You shall have garments and all things free."
"When our ship comes m !" said the little one,
And away to the highest rocks she ran,
And watched till night-shadows dimmed the shore,
For the freighted ship and its treasured store
Long and often she watched in vain,
No ship for her sailed over the main.
How many watchers in life there be,
For the ship that never comes over the sea.
*****
SUNSHINE AND SHADOW.
Only a bank of weeds, of simple weeds,
Of sweet wild thyme and yellow, scented broom,
Of tangled grass, and slender wind-blown reeds,
Ofbrown-nolched ferns and tall spiked fox-glove bloom.
And yet a world of beauty garners there,
Low, tritt'ring birds, soft scents, and colors fair.
Only a narrow mound, a long, low mound,
Snow-covered, 'neath a wintry, leaden sky,
Unlit by moon or stars; and all around
Through bare, brown trees the night winds moan and sigh.
And yet a world of love lies buried there,
Passion and pain, bright hopes and dull despair.
Oh, golden bank, where sunbeams glint and play,
Bloom out in fragrance,with a hundred flowers!
Oh, narrow mound, keep til! the judgment day
Tht: mour-'nl secrets of these hearts of ours !
Then in God's light let joy and sorrow fade,
For near his brightness both alike are shade.
—[Temple Bar.
*****
SUNSHINE LAND.
They came in sight of a lovely shore.
Yellow as gold in the morning light;
The sun's own color at noon it wore
And had faded not at the fall of night;
Clear weather or cloudy—'twas all as one,
The happy hills seemed bathed with the sun,
Its secret the sailors could not understand,
But this country they called it Sunshine Land.
What was the secret ?—a simple thing
(It will make you smile when once you know):
Touched by the tender linger of Spring,
A million blossoms were all aglow;
So many, so many, so small and bright.
They covered the hills with a mantle of light;
And the wild bee hummed, and the glad breeze fanned
Through the honeyed fields of Sunshine Land.
If over the sea we two were bound,
What port, dear child, would we choose for ours 2
We would sail and sail until at last we found
This fairy goal of a million Bowers.
Yet, darling, we'd find, if at home we stayed,
Of many small joys our pleasures are made.
More near than we think—very close at hand
Lie the golden fields of Sunshine Land.
—[Edith M. Thomas.
*****
Love brings out a man's real nature—so does drunkenness.
Some souls are influenced by a glance, while others couldn't
be moved with a pile driver.
If human nature were not so complex the world would have
grown monotonous long ago.
Death, by its universality, has become so
we should cease to think of it.
Life is too short, and we have too much
spend much time harboring malice.
We may read, and read, and read again, and still find some-
thing new, something to please, and something to instruct
[Hardis.
We have more power than will; and it is often by way of ex-
cuse to ourselves that we fancy things are impossible [Rouche-
foucauld.
Sedition is bred in the lap of luxury, and its chosen emissaries
are the beggared spendthrift and the impoverished libertine.—
[Bancroft.
We should not quarrel rashly with adversities not yet under-
stood, nor overlook the mercies often bound up in them ]*Sir
T. Brown.
Every one of us, whatever our speculative opinions, knows
better than he practices, and recognizes a better law than he
obeys—[Froude.
A little wit and a great deal of ill nature will furnish a man for
satire; but the greatest instance and value of wit is to commend
well—[Tillotson.
Avarice is geneially the last passion of those lives of which the
iirst part has been squandered in pleasure, and the second de-
voted to ambition.—[Johnson.
Man never did fasten one end of a chain around the neck of
his brother that God did not fasten the other end around the
neck of the oppressor.—[Lamartine.
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McAdams, Walter B. The Texas Miner, Volume 2, Number 41, October 26, 1895, newspaper, October 26, 1895; Thurber, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth200522/m1/1/: accessed April 27, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Tarleton State University.