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About Talent news. (Talent, Or.) 1892-1894 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 1, 1893)
Pl iitll !IS ¡1 ÌS. RHYMES ABOUT EYES. Here is a handful Of rhymes about eves; •* • Perchance they are truthful. Perchance they are lies. The critics mav * flout them. And vow they are wrong, But a fig for their censure; And here is my song. Blue eyes for laughter, Blue eves for love, Blue eyes that borrow The azure above. Green eyes for glory, Gray eyes for greed, Brown eyes for beauty; Who runs so may read. • ’ - . . Calm eyes for courage When contests begin; Deep eyes for daring, And squint eyes for sin. Men’s eyes for wisdom, Maul's eyes for mirth, Babe’s eyes for secrets Too sacred for earth. A % Perhaps the most common mistake of the lay mind is the association of the dr. mafic with the conception of death. Nothing is more common than to Imai from the pulpit pictures in words of ex citement, of alarm, of terror,of the <!»ath- beds of those who have not lived religion.- lives, yet, as a rule, if these pictures at* supposed to be those of the nnf< rtunat« - at the moment of death, they are Utterly false. In point of fact, ninety-nine of of every hundred human beings are un conscious for several hours before death comes t<> them; all the majesty of intel lect, the tender beauty < f thought of sym pathy or charity, the very love for those h>r whom love has tilled all waking thoughts, disappear. As a little bal»\ just born into the world is but a little an imal, so the sage, the philosopher, th»* hero or the statesman, he whose thought- or deeds have w rit themselves large in th»* history of the world, become but dyinf animals at the last. A merciful une« n sciotisness sets in as tl.e mysterious for« «• we call life slowly takes leave of its la. t citadel, the heart, ami what is has become what was. 'Phis is death. t'yrifx Etlxoit in North American Itcrieic. The Oregon 1 mlcpcmlnit, Governor Pennoyer ami G. S. Downing, sujerin- Look now’ and listen, temlent of the state j risen, are having lots of fun down at Salem. The /«</» The last rhyme appears; pendent charges Downing with the worse ’Tis young eyes and old eyes kind of official crookedness. The govern And all eyes for tears. or publishes a statement to the effect that that oil cial is a gentleman and a scholar These lines that I've ended ami the innocent victim of a malicious In sorrowful wise, persecution. But if Mr. Downing is S" Think you they are thoughtful, pure and spotless, isn't it a little queer Or think you they’re lies? that he doesn't accept the cordial invit.t — Commercial (Iazcttc. tion of the / nd< i;t to bring a lib« I suit against its publisher.-? — -■ ♦ • «-- ;--- Goon • news : An exchange reports that an editor, disguised as a preacher, succeeded in passing St Peter and is now in heaven. The full details of this re markable affair are not y< t in but it o you want any job pi inting done seems that ihe editor, true to the ruling reasonable rates? passion, at once commenced rushing a- round with his everlasting note l»ook ami pencil gathering the cream of the Hews, K u>!i <!<> i»il slio',11 in>! 'ail I > rail ai 1 which thoughtless proceeding led to his identity. To have a newspaperman a- mong the saints would never do. Ile search must be ejected. So a 1 vigilant . was i mad«1 throughout all the highways and byways of heaven for a lawyer to fix up the’ necessary papers for his ejectment. but no lawyer could be found and the ed itor holds the fort. LOOK HERE! D
