FISHERMANCAN NOW CAST FLIES
FOR TROUT
fflTS*HE open season for trout fishing be-
«iv Kan on Thursday and already ajlfpgreat many of the lovers of thisgenuine and exciting sport have left for
their favorite streams. ,Contiguous to San Francisco, so near in
fact that a day's fishing is always accessi-ble, there are numberless streams thatabound in trout. Inall those streams thatflow from the western slopes ofTamalpaisfishing of the most exhilarating characteris to be had by those who have theright either from ownership or as a mem-ber of the Country Club, which as lesseesjealously exclude the public from a greattract which affords probably the finesttrout-fishing in the vicinity of San Fran-cisco. There are, however, numberlessatieams in Marin and Sonoma counties
which are distant but a few hours' travelby rail and afford rare sport-
The Lagunitas and its affluents on theNorth Pacific Coast is a splendid streamopen to all, and is very popular with localfishermen. Almost every mile or twothere is to be found hotels of the mostsatisfactory character.where the weary canfind comfortable quarters and secure restand refreshments after the bard day'stramp over the rocks and through thetangled brush. The skillful angler issure of a good basket on the Lagunitas.
A few .miles un the road are the SanAntonio and Estero Americano creeks,which have been especially stocked, andduring the right stage of the water thetrout run in myriads. Valley Ford andTomales. both thriving little towns, arethe headquarters of many sportsmen whohave tramped over this ground for years.
Duncans Mills,at the crossing of Rus-sian River, is the center of a fine trouting
district and is a popular point of depart-ure. Austin Creek with its tributaries isone of the finest trout sections to befound in the State, though not soaccessible as others. Cazadero is theterminus of the :railroad, and thecenter of the Austin Creek region. Themountains begin tb grow in altitude hereand every valley has its stream, which,flowing from great heights, the waters areclear and cold—the ideal home of tbetrout.
AtCazadero the stages tbat penetrateinto the Gualala River country begin.This is the finest trout section of all Cali-fornia. The Gualala flows for fiftymilesparallel with the ocean, and from the eastreceives a number of streams just filledwith trout. The middle fork of the Gua-lala gathers from a hundred mountainrivulets and offers splendid sport for thoseof adequate physical endurancewhile Buck-eye and Kockpile Creeks are about asgood. \u25a0 These streams are rarely fished,and the trout inhabiting tbem are largeand gamy, but no one ou_ht to penetrateinto this region unless he is prepared toendure and spend at least a weekwithout other occupation. There areany number of little hamlets wherecreature comforts can be bad, and at allthe farmhouses a hearty welcome is as-sured to those disposed to reciprocate. Tothe visitor the advice is given not to gointo this sparsely settled portion of So-noma without being fullyequipped.
A portion of the State that has everbeen a favorite resort of anglers is wherethe Russian River has its source, in Men-docino County. Itis calculated that inthe river and its tributaries there are over200 miles of stream tbat simply abound introut.
Private enterprise, with a view of en-couraging fisherman traffic, has stockedthese waters with millions of young troutduring the past two years, and reports
are unanimous that more trout are now tobe seen in these streams than ever before.
Hundreds of anglers are preparing fora jaunt to some of these points, and to-daywill witness crowded trains and merrypassengers. The copious rains of thepast winter have filled many of the troutstreams to the banks, and it is expectedthat the early fishing willnot be as fruit-ful in big catches as a little later on.
The cream of the sport will be in May,when the waters are neither too high nortoo low—ju t about the right sta_e.
FROM GREATHER NEW YORKBudget of Interesting NeWs and Qossip
About the California Golony in tneEastern Metropolis
NEW YORK, N. V.,March 30.— "Whereare you going this summer?"
Easterners begin to ask each other thatquestion before the snow is melted awayfrom shady nooks and when great chunksof river ice are bumping and fighting theirway to the sea. The trees are still bareand brown, but the little waxy buds ofpromised leaves are silent signals thatspring will soon be with us. However.itteems strange to a Californian to hear thetypical New Yorker planning for thesummer months before daisy-starredspring swoops down over us.
Lent is swinging along in a jolly littlemanner, and many pretty luncheons andlavender teas are beingcecorded as unu-sually delightful. There have been a halfdozen different sorts of shows for charityand private gain. Perhaps the most pop-ular affair among the lovely ladies of the450 was the doll show, which took placelast week at tue Waldorf.
Dolls, however beautiful they may be,
look absolutely funny when rigged out inthe finery my lady Dame Fashion dictatesthat human dolls shall wear from seasonto season. The dollies at the "Waldorfmade a very dignified showing, however,and though their littlearms would appearangular and their staring eyes seem actu-ally impertinent at times they served thepurpose of illustrating the remarkable in-genuity and taste of our American tailorsand modistes..Three of the leading Broadway theaters
have changed their bills during the past
week. The Bostonians— "the only andoriginal"—opened at the KnickerbockerMonday night in their new opera, "TheSerenade." Ithas proven an instanta-neous success, and nothing the Bostoniansbave given us since "Robin Hood" hasmet with such -an enthusiastic reception.
At Waiiack's a musical skit called"Miss Manhattan" has not met with thepopularity that has been looked for. Itistue regulation potpourri of the regulationcomic opera. A dash of ginger and a longwait between courses, old jokes with newcaps and' bells, and new jokes a wee bittimid as to how they will be gobbled bythe patient public just across the foot--1,V38pipWSß_H_W^..%\>7v-.-'7:-
Miss Manhattan may be an acquiredtaste, and New Yorkers may like her bet-ter when they grow mor. familiar withher. -..
The Broadway Theater has jumped outof the rut of everlasting burlesque andcomic opera, and is for the nonce thehome of classic and artistic drama."L'Arlesienne" (The Woman of Arle) isat present attracting the attention of thecritics and students of drama..Written by the unhappy Alphonse Dau-
det itis necessar.ly a gloomy and somberstory, but nevertheless it throbs with thetenderness ot an anxious mother's loveand palpitates with human passions. Toadd to the artistic triumph the play andits perfect Arcadian scenery, there is thedominant spirit of music sounding throughevery scene. The original :entr'acte mu-sic by Georges Bizet is used as interpretedby the great leader Anion Seidel and hisassistant, Ernest Meyer.
The music, with its passionate languor-ous strains, itsdeep swelling notes of angerand /revenge, and at last the . crash . ofsound concordant, commingling life, love,misery and tragic death, .is marvelous.The last curtain falls on a dismal scene,and the audience stumbles out on noisyBroadway wondering why life isn't all"beer and skittles," as the late lamentedTrilby expressed it.7. \u25a0That powerful actress, Agnes Booth, asthe mother InL'Arlesienne, gives a new
and subtle depth to the pure and toituring
loVt."i suffering motherhood.Charles M.Kent, wbor.*iSan Franciscans
willremember as the virile actor of powerand dignity, plays the part of the oldshepherd, Balthazar. His work ismasterly,and at moments mounts to grandeur.
Mr. Kent's hair is growing as white ascarded wool. In the days when he used toplay at Stock well's Theater folks wonderedat his eld hair and youthful face. hatwould tbey -ay now?
J. G. Mallory of San Francisco arrivedat the Gllsey House on Monday. He willbe in the city a week more. . .
Hon. Harrison Gray Otis, editor of theLos Angeles Times, left for his southernhome last Saturday. He has had a longvisit inand about New York, and will re-turn to California with renewed forces andpleasant memories of a very enjoyableeventful Rejourn in Eastern cities.
Colonel Z. S. S. Sailing has been a guestat the Holland during the past ten days.He willprobably start West this week.
George M. Bowman and Mrs. Bowmanof San Jose have been having a verypleasant and interesting visit since theirarrival in New York, the 18th inst.
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As manager of the celebrated GoldenGate Fruit Packing Company Mr. Bow-man's engagements have been such asto keep him on the constant movesince his arrival in Gotham. Likeall Westerners, he does not believein all work and no play, there-
fore he and Mrs. Bowman havehave had several pleasant days down atOld Point- Comfort, and almost everyevening has found them enjoying one ofthe theaters or vaudeville performancesduring their New York visit.
Mr. and Mrs. Bowman have not decidedat what time they will return to Cali-fornia.
Mrs. Janet Hacdonald, who came onhere several months -ago to lecture onCalifornia scenery and California prod-ucts, will shortly re'.urn to her. home inSan Francisco, where she hopes to regainher health and strength. Mrs. Macdona'.dhas had more than her share of ill-fortunesince her arrival inNew York early in thewinter.
The severe weather combined with a se-rious attack of rheumatism confined herto her room for many weeks. Sue had nomore than recovered from her- painfulrheumatic siege than she was seized withan aggravated case of snow- blindness.Owing to her weakened condition she hasb*?en unable to keep any of her lecture en-gaji« ments, and wisely bus concluded toreturn to her home in the land of goldenpoppies and orange sunshine.
The other afternoon 1had the pleasureof seeing two well-known and prominentCalifornians meet unexpectedly, and theerecting they gave each other was delight-fully refreshing 'to witness. One was J.B. Randall of"San Francisco, president ofthe First National Bank in;San Jose, andthe other was E. S. Sanford, a fruit-growerand financier of San Jose.
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They had a jolly little talk and theystrolled up Broadway for a few. blocks,and suffice to say that a very cold bottleand:the _ necessary adjuncts followed thehappy meeting."
Mr. Randall anticinates remaining forsome time in New York.. He has beenfrom the West but a short time.
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Mr. Sanford will-start*homeward thefirst week in*April. He declares . that heis restless to get. back to
4•paradise," for
that iiwhat he calls Santa Clara Valley,and he must return before the :fruit
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blos-soms ;arc .-'wafted ;. away on the V springbreezes. Few of Mr. Sanford' s friends inCalifornia know that he has a magnificent
home here in New York on Sixty-eighthstreet, near Fifth avenue, which he keepsclosed the greater part of the year.
To see him driving through the parkbehind a spanking pair, and a coachmanand footman on the box, one would almostbe led to believe that the quiet, affablegentleman of San Jose was in a way trav-eling incog, while cultivating fruit in hisjaradise— Santa Clara Valley. B___B
Mr. and Mrs. G. D. Cromwell are guests
at the Holland.L. L Scott arrived in town on Satur-
day.Joseph Sloss of San Francisco reached
the city on Saturday and registered at aFifth-avenue hotel.
Great preparations are going on to makethe anniversary of General U. S. Grant'sbirthday memorable in the history of theNation.
On the 27th of April the magnificenttomb and sarcophagus willbe dedicated tothe State of New York, and military com-manders with their companies will comefrom far and wide to attend the imposingceremonies. President McKinley will bepresent instate and nothing so grand willhave been seen since the century began.
34 Park row. Tbella Foltz Tolahd.
AMarriageof Eternity
"Ashes to ashes— ashes to immortality."These words were spoken, half audibly,
by an aged man who stord on a bridgelooking at the grotesque figures made bythe moonlight on the rippled river a few-feet beneath him. He looked very in-tently at the silvery water with the viewof one expecting to see something. Hewas expecting to see something, and hisexpectation was one of years. Severaltimes he had almost persuaded himselfthat his hope was to be realized ;as many
times had he been disappointed.A whirlwind of thought rushed through
his brain. A suggestion came to him un-bidden. Ithad come to him before andhad been just as often repelled. Thisnieht it refused to depart. Itdemandedsatisfaction and the man could not some-how summon the usual strength to aidhim in shaking off the slavery that herealized he was enduring.
Should he take the plunge? That onlycould satisfy. With an effort that shookhis whole frame he moved from thebridge, thinking to himself, "Ashes toashes— to perfection to immortality,"and the voice called back as an echo,"When yon are again united, yes.'
Inhis youth that man bad loved. Hehad not bestowed bis passion sentiment-tally,* but his nature had found its lackingelement and had entered into a perfect al-liance. From the moment they becameaware what each was to the other theywere a unit one heart, one mind, onebeing, a part ot one beautifully harmoni-ous whole. Itis not, however, given tofallen mankind to enjoy on this side ofthat accident of existence designated thegrave as much hnppiness as was theirs.
As the year closed death came nnd .hewas taken from him. The world thoughtthey were separated, but as he looked forwhat others considered the last lime onthat beautiful face, cold in death, he real-ized, that, instead of a divorce, be wasmore potently. wedded than "ever duringtheir short united lifein the flesh.
-. The old method of sepulture was re-pulsive to him—unnatural, barbaric Theeverlasting doctrine of purification by,firewas infinitely more acceptable. He feltjust as happy as on his'; wedding day,when a beautifully chnced, small marbleurn was placed on his mantel, containingashes as sacred, to him as his life. Al-ways united in spirit, he viewed the urnwith unalloyed pleasure. Once more they
.would come together, with not the re-motest prospect of parting. From out ofthat urn would rise a figure perfect as ananpcl. 7 Immortality. should clothe thoseashes and an eternal union should betheirs. .' * '.'--"- •--"•*•
A solitary passenger was on the quarter-deck of a stanch ship as she was buffetedby o;gaIe r off_, Cape Horn. It was NewYear's eve, but never
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was night, made
brighter, blacker, noisier or grander. Thethunder was too loud to awe; the light-ning too bright ana sudden to daze and theblackness too often broken. to create fear.
The lonely passenger, protected by theweather cloth, grasped the taffrail withhis hands and divided his attention be-tween sea and sky. Violent squalls fre-quently forced the Jee rails beneath thewater and the darkest and lowest cloudsappeared to settle almost on the crest ofthe waves. The orgies of the descendinghail; the wind making teolian music withevery shroud and rone; the cracking ofevery stanchion and plank; . the wildbreaking ofthe huge waves as they rushedup to the bulwarks, washed across thedecks and pursued their irresistible careerto leeward; the tearing asunder of theclouds by the. weird, fantastic, fierylightning; the chirping of the little petrelslow on the water and the cawing of thebig sea birds high above the masts— allthis was as paradise to the solitary pas-senger. He looked with absolute pityupon the mate when that officer suggestedthat he leave it all and retire to thewarmth of his berth.
A few minutes after making the not al-together unreasonable suggestion themate thought he heard the man behindthe weather-cloth speak.
"Did you speak, sir?" But there wasno answer and the mate concluded he hadmade a mistake— but be had not.
For the first time he realiz d that thewind was cold and that frost had formedon bis mustache. Before he had time tobrush it away with his mittencd handthe turmoil commenced once more andhis mind was again in harmony with it.
Suddenly he saw something in theclouds;. a flash of lightning hung in theheavens a. few seconds longer than usual.He could plainly distinguish an almostperfect figure advancing toward him overthe white tops of the mighty waves. Heextended one hand to greet it—or her
—and with the other he attempted to brushfrom his eyes the film that he thoughtwas responsible for bis not seeing clearer.But it was not a haze; he was not yetfitted tosee perfectly. The unholy thoughtagain came unbidden that if he were totake one plunge his yearnin-- would be atan end. That wicked suggestion robbedhim instantly of the power to see at all,for he was gazing, not with his eyes, butwith his soul.
The lightning faded away almost as sud-denly as itcame. The passenger droppedboth bis bands, muttered a despondent•'Oh I" and laboring beneath an unspeak-able weight of disappointment he soughtthe seclusion of his berth. Tne storm be-came irksome to him and he realized thatthe ship was tossing violently.
Another New Year's eve an old man satin a scantily furnished room. His chairwas drawn to a little table, upon whichhis arms rested, they in turn receiving theweight of his head. On the mantel-piece was the little urn, around which hiswhole life had been encircled, and Iromwhich itdrew its Inspiration. He watcheditintently. Not for an instant did he takehis eyes off it, and never was human gazemore expectant The concentration ofthose dilated orbs on the precious recep-tacle was so intense it was not difficult toimagine a tangible connection betweenthem.
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It was sundown when he sat oy thetable, but the stars had twinkled manyhours before be felt that his desire was onthe eve of being fulfilled. He was again
young. Half a century had been blottedout and he again beard the words, "Ashesto ashes
—to immortality."
His eyes raised a little, and ob ! the un-natural light that illuminated them. Itwas unearthly, beautiful, the expressionof perfect joy. Over the urn he againsaw those eyes. There was no haze be-fore them; they were as clear as day. Ashe watched the form of a face surmountedthem, the same face he bad almost beenpeimitted to see so many times duringthe past fiftyyears, marred not by a singlewrinkle, and in whose veins the bloodcased to course exactly as the clock struckten, so long ago.
The old man looked up for a brief in-stant. Although the night was dark, fora small space of time the room was filledwith light. He looked at the mantelpiece,but the urn was not there. Over the place
where Ithad been was the almost perfectfigure that had been enshrined so long inthe eye of his mind.
"Ashes to immortality," he gasped, andhis head fell heavily on his hands. Slowerand slower he breathed. The figurestretched out her hands and approachedhim. A sound came from his bendedhead. It was that peculiar human ex-pression that expresses perfect content-ment. Just as the breath left the worn-out body it was no longer a vision. Themoment he cast off the shackles of theworld arms of love were extended asthough ready to welcome some one in awarm embrace and beiore they closed theroom wan dark. \u0084.«_£-£
Next day a rigid lifeless eld man wasfound in a room in a lodging-house, andtwelve wise men recorded a verdict of•'death by the visitation of God."
f-Tr.\RT W. Booth.
Discoveries in Electricity#"*^WOME very remarkable discoveries
have recently been made in the—rnmwjc field*of electricity. It has been
found possible to'transmit electrical
energy, or, in other words, to producedynamic force at a great distance from thesource of energy without the aid of .wires
!or other conductors.For many years ingenious men have
striven to accomplish the work of tele-graphing without wires, but without ar-riving at any practical solution of theproblem -untilnow. The phenomenon of"induction" that is, the appearance ofan electric current upon a wire strungparallel to another wire charged with acurrent— been familiar to electriciansever since the use of 'wires as conductors,but no rational answer to the question,Why? has heretofore been brought for-ward.
Three men, each distinguished in thescientific world—Dr. Jagadis ChunderBose, a Hindoo, professor of Physics inthe Presidency College, Calcutta; Gugli-elmo Marconi, an Italian, and NikolaTesla, a Montenegrin— have, each inde-pendently of the other, arrived at similarresults in their studies of electric induc-tion, and each one announces, and proveshi* claim by experimental demonstration,that it is quite practical to produce elec-trical phenomena at great distances from.the exciting cause.
Professor Bose has been able to ringbells
Iand operate an ordinary telegraphic instru-| ment at a distance of hundreds of feet
from his transmitting instrument, theforce-rays of electrical energy passingthrongh brick and stone walls without im-pediment. His apparatus consists of asmall platinum ball placed between twoplatinum beds connected to a battery oftwo storage cells, having an electro- motiveforce of two volts, and rendering the elec-tricemanations -iven off by the platinum. ball into a bundle of parallel rays
!by means of a condensing lens madeofsulphur, pitch and ebonite. Marconi'sapparatus is a modified form of the famil-iar Hertz machine for producing staticelectricity. Marconi in his experiments
used no condensing lens, and he .appearedto have achieved better results than has
iProfessor Bose. W.H. Preece, the chiefIof the electrical department of the Britishpostal system, has carefully investigatedMarconi's claims, and says that they areproven. The electrical waves generated
by Marconi's machine have been senttwo miles through bouses ami hills, and
!can be sent twenty miles with more pow-erful machines than those employed inthe experiments.
Vessels at sea provided with proper re-ceivers may be communicated with, andthe electrical waves possess an energythat may be applied with terrible effect inwarfare, for they miy be directed againstthe powder magazine of a hostile iron-clad to explode its contents should ithappen that a couple of pieces of metalwere in the magazine inposition to set upinduction. No little alarm is alreadyfelt among interested naval men as to theprobable effect of this most wonderfuldiscovery. Nikola Tesla has, as is wellKnown, made exhaustive investigation
into the phenomena of high frequencyand high potential currents, and he hasproduced before assemblages of the fore-most men in scientific research many
marvelous demonstrations.All of the investigations and experi-
ments made by these thr.e men demon-strate that vibration is the keynote of allphenomena. Light and heat are convert-ible the one into the other simply by rais-ing or lowering the rate of vibration.Both aro actual force. Light, which is a
form'"'of heat, is due to ihe agitation, or
vibration, of electro-statically chargedmolecules. "In*the roduction '.of light-waves electro-static effects must be broughtinto play.
The "quantity" of electric energy is notessential, for but feeble luminosity is ob-tainable from the most powerful electro-magnetic induction effects. Itis foundthat the molecules ot common air are
'thrown into violent agitation when they
are placed within an electro-static fieldproduced by high potential currents, andthat the removal of a portion of the airmolecules from a closed vessel renders iteasier for the remaining molecules to vi-brate; and. further, that the vibration ofthese molecules produces luminosity.
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Being possessed of these facts,- it is easyto construct an apparatus by which lightmay oe obtained at a distance from thegenerator of electrical energy without em-ploying conducting wires. A room maybe brilliantly illuminated by placing inthe walls concealed plates connected witha machine that creates currents of highfrequency and' moat potential and , sus-pending in the center of the room glass
globes from which the air has been partlyexhausted. As soon as the plates arecharged an electro
-static field -is
created surrounding the globes.which thenglow with brilliant light. Not onlysuch a mode novel, itis desirab c from aneconomic standpoint, as the necessary
electrical energy is produced at muchless cost tban is that required for theprosent system of electric lighting; andbesides, as the current used is of very lowamperage, there is less danger of fire,which must always attend the use o!poweriul currents on hidden wires.
The new discoveries open up an im-mense field of practical application thathas hitherto been closed. _-. will now bepossible toerect a lighthouse at any pos-sible point of danger on our coasts andlight its lamp by a current sent from th_shore, regardless of fogs, storms or sea-son. Ships ma/ be communicated withor themselves hold converse* with the in-accessible shore, and the hostile warshipdestroyed long before it can reach avail-able shelling distance.. 'V**7":J~7
Every city in our land is disfigured bythe plexus of unsightly wires which arenecessary for tho operation of the variousapplications of electricity used by us. Toplace all of these wires, underground
would be desirab.e, but itis practicallyimpossible.
*As th. demand for tele-
phonic and light -ervico increases addi-tional wires are required, and no Dusinessman would, engage in an enterprise re-quiring un outlay that was not reasonablyassured of return.
A street ones provided with eood road-way may not b3 broken up every limethat a new wire is' required or when somefailing wire ceases to net as a conductor.The new discoveries willobviate all this.There will be no wires. The different cur-rents employed for lighting and forphonic communication will no more
bend or interfere with each other thando now the millions of currents employedin the operation of the telegraph, the tele-phone, the incandescent and arc lights,which :are "groundea" into the earth.Each willseek its appropriate objective.
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THE NEW LIGHT AT HOME.A A—Exhausted globes. B
—Induction plates concealed in tne walls.
DaWn.Mybare feet pass through the drooping grass,
which, pining, sickens and longs fordew. j
Through the shadowy lines of the dim, aarkpines and . the . trailing branches ofsomber yew
A whisper passes, as though they knew Ihadentered night's secret place.
Through the dusky sheaves and the chestnutleaves the murmur quickens and grows
;..apace;And the first bird wakes in the ash-tree copseAnd, note by note, its music dropsDown from the height of their slender tops
Ero the veilhas fallen from my face.
In sleep's dim bowers the dazzled hours fo'd..**7T.\ their pinions before their eyesAs they see my light on the edge of night
slowlyflit through the eastern skies:The world grows wan and the low. winds rise,'
and the sailor sees my star,While the Pleiads fail and the heavy Whale
shrinks and lessens and dies afar;
And the treacherous searocks looming standLike great gray ghosts on the rim of sandUy the lonely Islet, far from land,
Across the surf-struwn bar.
On the high,steep world the dreaming fold stirintheir slumber ereIam gone;
The faint bell shakes and the shepherd wakesand stares at the shadows my wings havethrown; ;.\
The broad lightspreads on the heathery downand the flowers unclose asIpass;
In the dark, still woods the. lime tree budsscatter their sweets on the nestling grass;
And starry bl ssoms that allnight steepTheir delicate petals inodorous sleepAre waked with a touch as: my white robes
sweep \u25a0 '-.:.'Through the purplepetunias.
On the twilightway 'twixt -lightand day myspirit lingers, bul may not wail;
The driftingcloud is my pearly shroud under•\u25a0*..-.7; -.he porch of the western gate.Mycourse is swifter than Love or Fate, itis
brief as man's desire;With wingsunfurledIdrop from the world as
an eagle sinks to he.- mountain eyre:But the breath of my being on land and seaBinds earth an.l heaven, and ere Ifle-Ikindle the torch of the day to be,
And the east breaks forth in fire."7-77- —Maud Walpole In London Speaker.
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