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Article NOTES ON LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND ART. ← Page 4 of 4 Article THE OLD FRIENDS. Page 1 of 1 Article THE OLD FRIENDS. Page 1 of 1 Article GOLD. Page 1 of 1
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Notes On Literature, Science And Art.
in its travelling position by sheets or guides , and is riot liable to get deranged or out of order . This is the best description I can g ive without the aid of woodcuts , being no mechanician or engineer . But I am a man , Avho regards all that concerns the
interests of the great human family , or any important branch of them , as my OAVU business , as every author should do ; and I have perfectly satisfied myself , by careful inquiries of disinterested persons Avho know more about machinery than I am ever
likely to do , that nothing I can say in favour of Mr . Walker ' s Patent Detaching Hook will be more than the truth ; ancl I therefore , more firmly than ever , repeat what I said in the January number of the MASONIC MAGAZINEthat its adoption
, " ought to be rendered compulsory on all owners or lessees of mines throughout the world , "—a statement in Avhich some of our greatest engineers and inspectors of mines will bear me out , as well as thousands of intelligent working miners .
The Old Friends.
THE OLD FRIENDS .
( From the iV . Y . Despatch . ) WHERE are they scattered noAv , The old , old friends 1 One made her dwelling Avhere the . maples grow . And mig hty streams through solemn
forests flow , But never , from that pine-crowned land of . snow A message sends . Some meet me oft amid Life's common Avays
, And then , perchance , a word or smile declares That warm hearts throb beneath their load of cares ; For love grows on , like wheat among the tares ,
Till harvest days . f But some are fallen asleep ;" The words are SAveet I Oh I friends at rest beneath the blessed sod , My feet still tread the weary road ye trod Ere yet your loving souls went back to God ! When shall ' Ave meet 1
The Old Friends.
Oh ! thou Divinest Friend , When shall it be That I may know them in their garments Avhite , And see them Avith aneAvand clearer sight , Mine old , familiar friends made fair and bright , Like unto Thee . ANON .
Gold.
GOLD .
( From the Keystone ) GOLD lurks in every aim of life—It sways the lofty and the lowly , And shrouds beneath its sable pall , Each aspiration high and holy . For it Ave utter earnest prayers
, And solemn VOAVS are made and broken ; And beauty barters truth and hope , Ancl bitter scathing words are spoken
Gold cannot add one hour to life , Or buy love ' s holiest caresses ; It cannot stay the silver streak Time blends with beauty ' s auburn tresses ; It cannot bring the loved one back
, So rudely torn from our embraces ; It cannot smooth the wrinkled brow , Scored deep with grief ' s relentless traces .
Gold cannot bring youth's ruddy glow Back to the cheek of fading beauty ; It cannot hush the " still small voice " That hints of lcng-neglected dut y ; It cannot heal a broken heart , Throbbing Avith some unbounded sorrow ; For Avords that wring the soul to-day , Gold cannot bring relief to-morrow .
Then let us spurn the glittering bribe , Nor breathe for it one sigh of SOH-OAV ; Gold can at least but gild the bier , Or buy the pall that Avantmust borrow , The loveliest heart in all the land Is rich beyond all golden treasure
, If Truth and Virtue , hand in hand , Have been through life its Square and Measure . T . ALEX . MENARY . Gold Hill , Nev „ March 2 , 1876 .
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Notes On Literature, Science And Art.
in its travelling position by sheets or guides , and is riot liable to get deranged or out of order . This is the best description I can g ive without the aid of woodcuts , being no mechanician or engineer . But I am a man , Avho regards all that concerns the
interests of the great human family , or any important branch of them , as my OAVU business , as every author should do ; and I have perfectly satisfied myself , by careful inquiries of disinterested persons Avho know more about machinery than I am ever
likely to do , that nothing I can say in favour of Mr . Walker ' s Patent Detaching Hook will be more than the truth ; ancl I therefore , more firmly than ever , repeat what I said in the January number of the MASONIC MAGAZINEthat its adoption
, " ought to be rendered compulsory on all owners or lessees of mines throughout the world , "—a statement in Avhich some of our greatest engineers and inspectors of mines will bear me out , as well as thousands of intelligent working miners .
The Old Friends.
THE OLD FRIENDS .
( From the iV . Y . Despatch . ) WHERE are they scattered noAv , The old , old friends 1 One made her dwelling Avhere the . maples grow . And mig hty streams through solemn
forests flow , But never , from that pine-crowned land of . snow A message sends . Some meet me oft amid Life's common Avays
, And then , perchance , a word or smile declares That warm hearts throb beneath their load of cares ; For love grows on , like wheat among the tares ,
Till harvest days . f But some are fallen asleep ;" The words are SAveet I Oh I friends at rest beneath the blessed sod , My feet still tread the weary road ye trod Ere yet your loving souls went back to God ! When shall ' Ave meet 1
The Old Friends.
Oh ! thou Divinest Friend , When shall it be That I may know them in their garments Avhite , And see them Avith aneAvand clearer sight , Mine old , familiar friends made fair and bright , Like unto Thee . ANON .
Gold.
GOLD .
( From the Keystone ) GOLD lurks in every aim of life—It sways the lofty and the lowly , And shrouds beneath its sable pall , Each aspiration high and holy . For it Ave utter earnest prayers
, And solemn VOAVS are made and broken ; And beauty barters truth and hope , Ancl bitter scathing words are spoken
Gold cannot add one hour to life , Or buy love ' s holiest caresses ; It cannot stay the silver streak Time blends with beauty ' s auburn tresses ; It cannot bring the loved one back
, So rudely torn from our embraces ; It cannot smooth the wrinkled brow , Scored deep with grief ' s relentless traces .
Gold cannot bring youth's ruddy glow Back to the cheek of fading beauty ; It cannot hush the " still small voice " That hints of lcng-neglected dut y ; It cannot heal a broken heart , Throbbing Avith some unbounded sorrow ; For Avords that wring the soul to-day , Gold cannot bring relief to-morrow .
Then let us spurn the glittering bribe , Nor breathe for it one sigh of SOH-OAV ; Gold can at least but gild the bier , Or buy the pall that Avantmust borrow , The loveliest heart in all the land Is rich beyond all golden treasure
, If Truth and Virtue , hand in hand , Have been through life its Square and Measure . T . ALEX . MENARY . Gold Hill , Nev „ March 2 , 1876 .