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. in_1895,) * CHAPTER XXI (Continusd) 1 Our Antidots. » ‘While holding one of his levees Said Satan to his deputies: »How comes it, though, from every town A goodly wumber you send down, *But very Yew we have of late ¥rom Frisco put upon the grate, 4And yet, their churchman says: ‘Be- rra, lb‘vm than Sodom and Gomorah'? “What ails the city by the sea? , dear! what can the matter be? Awe-stricken sflence was prevailin Till one black devil leaped forth quail: ing: “great Master, risk, ob, I am the chap from San Francisca, It's not that I my praise would sing, ‘But ne’er we had a better thing, “Until some thirty years, or later, There came to town & navigator, ‘Wise as tlaey make them in the Hub— And founded the Bohemian Club. “He was so genial, Is so jolly, From New Year's to the Feast of Holly, P mpeaks to saints, he speaks to. sinners, He even speaks at artists’ dinmers! *His cheer !5 taking, likesthe Grippe, A kind word always on his lip, Amusing wit. gall not @ minim, No spiteful thought, it is mot in him. ®The weaying spiders come not shere, His laugh cremates the dullest care, This is_the reason, Master, why Those Frisco people fight you shy.” ¢ that's the case,” old Satan cries, >rd like to see him. Bless my eyes, It he were here, I know it well, All folks from heaven would go to hejl. *Bring him to me—and quickly, too! Or thou thy treason soon shall rue.” Just then an angel who was sent To gather tears shed in repent, Flew by, and knowing who was meant, BSpoke softly: “'Twould be time ill- spent— For him whom you would like to meet ‘We have reserved a front aisle seat, though thy wrath-1) But scores of years will yet pass by Till that seat he will occupy, For he’s a mission to fulfill, Bring mirth to mankind, will *To cheer the old and warm their heart, And teach the young life’s noble art, so you may many a trap yet forge. ow'll never catch our Uncle George.| —Dr. Julius Rosenstirn, (By Telegraph.) Some five and twenty years have fled Since first we pledged together, Our beards are gray, our noses red, Our hearts Mght as o feather. ana good Three score, a Jecade and a five, Such years to but a few come, Half a century a greeting sends To Bromley, this from Newcomb. —Thomas Newcomb. Albany, N. Y. (The Capitol.) Mayall the winds from South and East,) From North and our own West, Play kindly on thy gentle head, The gentlest and the best! The frost of age may touch thy locks, Butin this brimming bowl We share, the years can never change Thy youthful, buoyant soul. X —Dan O'Connell. The Good-Ship “Uncle George. (Launched April 14, 1895.) Many moons have waxed and waned on many an Easter morn, And wipters' frosts chained lake and stream since Uncle George was born, And many a rose its leaves has shed upon the parent earth, Ané"’mny a bird its carol trilled of Joving and of mirth, And kings have died, and new kings reigned, and all the passing show Of human life has glided by in varied gloom and glow. The rock that crowns that mountain crest, and looks down on the vale, The forest tree that towers aloft, de- flant of the gale, The mighty sea that ebbs and flows, and frets its iron coast, To whom the rolling centuries are but an hour at most, All withstands the tyrant change, the boldest and the best, Are typical of our old friend, Bohe- mia’s Priest and Guest. ime has What, though the hand of glossy touched those locks oncl brown, *Twas but to place upon his brow a shining silver crown; And though the voice be not as clear as when at sea it trolled, The tale of “Shinbone Alley” still is musically told. The loves of Sally and of Jack upon the billows’, foam, And how the good ship went in stays, and how “The Cows Come Home.” That staunch craft, “Uncle George,” has aye luffed to the freshening breeze, And o'er its bows in gleeful love have climbed the laughing seas, The “Uncle George,” with all sail set, and bowlines all hauled taut, And weather leaches quiveringy has never gone about; y But with sheets aft, and tacks boused down, its cargo, love and mirth, Has pointed to the Port of Right, as needle points the North, And when it backed its foresail, with the jib across the deck, *Twas but to take some friend aboard from Sorrow's sinking wreck, And greet him at the gangway, and bid him welcome aft, And- make him owner in the mirth that filled that Joyous Craft. * When heaven frowned and winds blew flerce and tore at shroud and sail, The “Uncle George” has bounded on, deflant of the gale. Let timid sailors furl and reef and to the mad wav lie, The “Uncle George's” skipper shouts: “Lad, keep her full and by.” Let other vessels square away, and for snug harbor run, The “Uncle George” has kept her (course until the gale was done. And when the bell bhe dog-watch told, the skipper heaved the log, Sounded the pumps, the royals set, and piped all hands to grog, And saw.the breakers on his lee fade slowly out of view, And boldly bid the steersman then to “luft a point or two.” Long may that vessel staunch endure to ride life’'s stormy seas, Before, the Port of Joy and Song, be- hind, the favoring breeze, Her pennant streaming high aloft, and sound her running gear, Her timbers knowing not decay, and go0od for many a year, I Her anchor chain, its links our hearts, was fashioned at the forge Of Love and Friendship, strong to moor the good craft “Uncle George.” ~Daniel O'Connell Faster Sunday, 189 LONG AGO ANI An Experience of Eighty Years of Life Her valleys of despair. Mad mistress of a million lives What, conguests she can boast, Even while many a shattered bark Lies wrecked upon her coast. Bohemia, Bohemia, Sends now a new delight, Her Patriarch from the Golden Gate Breaks bread with us tonight. ‘ In touch with those Bohemians. there Who eagerly await . A toast from us of '95 To him of '78. [ Bohemia, Behiemia, little understood, What Yales your brave embassador Conld tell us if he would, Of ‘wine and wit, and wisdom, too— The kind that never cloys— ¥ See his initials—G. T. B.— , Thelr meaning, “Good Time, Boys.” Bohemia, Bohemia, * The Club that bears your name Stands In the line of fellowship Far up in the ranks of Fame ‘With,"hand of brotherhood outstretched In honest scorn of shams— It given refuge in the past To many wandering Lambs. Bohemia, Bohemia, We pray that you'll allow Our guest to reach the Century mark As hale as he is now. So_ here’s a health to Uncle George, And might he, might and day, Feel the warm pressure of our hands Three thousand miles away. —Edward E. Kidder. New York, Sept. 22, 1895, - (80th Birthday Poem.) Here, with good cheer and humor, Bo-) hemia's feast is spread, In honor of its hale High Priest, its venerated head; And, with glad song and story, wan care left far behind, To celebrate the age of one who gentle s, and kind. There others are, dear Uncle George, who know far more than you, And what is_worse, they will insist on telling of it, too; Still others vet have far more gold to whistle ‘down the wind Bat never one that helped others more, s0 gentle and so kind. Long years ago, in boyhood's days, a fond-remembered past, You ate your hash and smoked your pipe, a lad before the mast; The shellbacks growled around you, and swore ‘till they were blind; Yet you “chawed on” and puffed -in peace, so gentle and so kind. And when the choo-choo cars ran first to Sacramento town, You navigated all the the track, then down It passengers spat on the floor, tried some fault to find You helped them find it, if you could, so gentle and so kind. train, first up or Then you became a Boniface, and ran a real hotel And, like fabled Ripley, you managed it ‘quite well When guests skipped out with bills ou did not seem to mnd, hem slide, and took a drink— s0 gentle and so kind. In all the walks of life, in sunshine and in shade, sweet soul, You never yet have failed to cheer the friends that you have made Long may you live! Long may you beam! You've taught, and we've re- signed To toil and struggle and to be more gentle and more kind —W. G. Stafford. i, “Round Robin” from the Lambs’ Cluk, New York.) Dear Uncle George 1 am sending you some yards of af- fection. Some of the feet may limp a little, but Love has aye been blind. Should the yards stretch to a rod—or more—the rod sentiment, not of afflict of not of pickie. ‘The suggestion fro; e was responded to with a spon that would delight you. (A m. niety (¥rom Frank Unger.) Dear Uncle George With Harr! In far-off E. > Will drink you héalth At eigthy-three. —(Hugo Toland with Harry Gillig.) On fair Bohemia’ A beacon light you stand, Guiding the traveler from afar— torch—a shining star— To reach the promised land. —Edward Kidder. rocky shores, come home together like “pairs of shear: And Sally in her alley tells— How she hears ti ws a-coming Homeward from the bar— With a fingle 4 jangle of the bells, gaily Hells bells, And everybody's happy T'his day they celebrate, And “e my men, " ring the And every heart rejoices as it Wishes you good luck— With each tingle and each tangle of the bells— Easter bells —(Tommy Ruhm.) To George T. Bromley, Esq. “Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the two shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgnvent Seat; But there is neither Ea nor West, Border nor Breed nor Birth, When one strong man, at eighty-three, ‘brings life from the ends of the earth.” ~—(Adapted from Rudyard Kipling.) Out from the salty spuming Sound, Seeking to girdle the whole earth round, Jagon, hunting the Golden Fleece; Odysseus, haunting the 1Isle of Greece; Magellan, searching out unknown straits; Vasco de Gama, while Europe waits, So sailed a sailor, fraught with life, Vigorous substance and joy of strife, 'Full of deathless! Full of the East! Full of good sap, and of Yankee yeast. There have been some Georges—Eng- land's four Filled her limit—and something more— America’s scroll leads in its flame. Washington, greatest and first of the name; Bancroft, in history's indelible fnk; Curtis, whose eloquence made others thini; Now, as the latest handiwork of her forge, ~ (Read at the Lamb given to me when | vis Club dinner, New York, . Bohemia, Bohemia, . o What magic drawe us there: ‘e love her mouitaln tops of oy, Fame gives one Dewey—the pre-name: still George. But Bohemia, still, 'mid the struggle and strife, Walts calm and serene in the bustle of ive, it And Ruafts the red wine as she stands to the foast: “Phere's only one GEORGE-I1e's tha pride of the J. B n. April, 1900, My Dear Uncle Georg ‘We have wandered and tajked to- gethor under the great Redwoods. for nearly wenty yeal a part of my lige. a little space of yours, and but aa instant in the lives of the trees them- selves. Out of the myriad of happen- ings of these years of friendship be- tween us three, I have become a littla jealous, and do you know of what?— of the closer union between the other two, ypurself and the trees, ‘They have given ' to you of their ruggedness, their grandeur and benignity, and you have permeated fhem with tne gen- jality and sweetness of your nature. Ah!" @ear Uncle George, 1 have one great consolation. It is impossible for this union to be broken. The cen- turies may pass like a marching host, but 50 long as the trees remain there you shall be always to me my mortal, immorta] and imperishable friend and to Bohemia, the great emblem of her genius and her strength. —“Joe" Redding. My Ddar Uicle George: They say that time and tide wait for nome, It may have silvered your gray locks, but it has not dimmed your eyes nor aged your young heart, which will ever be young to those that love you. . Count me in; and may your birthdays come thick and fast as the vears go flying by, and you remain with us until we all go together. —(Julian Rix.) Dear Uncle George: Do you remember me? 1 shall never forget You. And my name is —Stuart Robson. When you've brought the cattle home. when you've sung “Weigh Of My Bully! And the wine-cup circulates around the feast, Just turn your thoughts a moment, just a_moment, if you please, To us ‘absent-bodied beggars” the East. Tho' we've wandered from the owl's wing, and strayed so far afield, In spirit we are “wid you” just the fame. May the good Lord always love you and not call you too soon, Uncle George, the first and best of all the game. Altho' today you reckon some four score yearg and three, . May ‘you add a thousand to that, a thousand and a day. This is the wish of the undersigned in tar away New York, Here's to you, Uncle Georgey! Hoo- ray! I went daown East, jest 'tother day To see the folks—New London way— Old Gran'pa Nash, that's ninety-four, An’ Gran'ma Ames that's that or more. A’ oldish kind of man was there, With ruddy face an’ rakish air, Who said he'd heerd I'd been t' Coast, An’ ast if 'twasn’t a foolish boast To say the climate of the Slope Became a sort of long-life dope. So T jest up an’ spoke right aout, An' told him what we bragged abaout. “Of course,” I said, “’tain’t nat'ral ‘tall Thet folks sh'd live frever 'n all, But this much can be truly told— Thet though they die—they don't grow th’ old. There's Bromley, Uncle George,” says I, Thet’s past the age when most men die, Though old in years—he's jest a boy Thet fa frolics in_vouth’s joy.’ “Get aou he. u call him old? Wall, you do brug, as I've been told. T've hearn before abaout your ‘josh,’ Why, George's my youngest son, by Gosh! — Joseph R. Grismer. (To Uncle George Bromley on His Eighty-fourth Birthday.) Bohemia laughs at Time once more, Nor heeds the grim Scythe-beare core, As here her clansmen throng to meet you. With hearts elate and pride galore, Ho! brave old boy of eighty-four, Across tihs festive board we greet you. h_Priest of fun and frolic, he 'Neath frescoed walls or greenwood tree Will bivouac on the field of battle. What would the fete without him be? Then let us give him three times three, And make rattle. 7 the clinking glasses Hail, stalwart Si mellow as F with fay ernian winey benign, And sparkling as the Widow Cliquot; Long may we hear that voice of thine, As in the days of Auld Lang Syne, Long life to thee, my old amigo. —Lucius Harwood Foote. (1817—Bromley—1901.) years that never aught bur anly luster shed, He whom we feast today hath laugh- ed at Time, And with- the Teaper d off the h Of each conspiror blime That binds man’s heart to man's. Thro' days and nights and weeks and months of merry years, That rugged heart of his could only Thro’ in his hand lop- d gainst the bond beat For Friendship and for Friendship's cause. Nor sighs nor tears Have stilied its endless flow of na- ture sweet That held Bohemia's clans, "Fhrough countless revels that were big, with song and wit, His''voice rang out the blithest of the best; His tongue found words as sage as Plato ever writ, His soul enlisted in an endless quest For spirits tuned to joy; Made every atmosphere he breathed a word of cheer; Wreathed in smiles better far Than' ever woman loved her lord. For none sincere Men loved him As Friend-love, which ne Jealous lust can mar, Nor passion's thrill alloy. Through orgies that have youthful vigor drowned in wine, And strong men's wits transformed to tongueless things, His rum-proof mind, as tho' controlled by hands Divine, Poured thro' his lips as smoothly as on wings, The quips of jest and song. Then when the nascent day dethroned the waning night, And glared on kings of revelry lald low, This King of Kings triumphant, sway- ed_the merry fight, And wit and song rang still in joy- ous flow As thro’ the whole night long, So thro' these merry, merry years, from one (o eighty-four, This 1 man hath lived with- o © he' who scoffs at Friendship, care déstroying lore, Or closes mind and ear Its worth to know, Or rallx at all emotion. ANd Uwo' the coming vears—(please MGod, & seore. ut loast,)— Lét us each nathl in revel meet, Unite our hearts and souls, dear George, in joyous feast, And il next. he all your joys . @s full and sweet And ‘boundless as thé dcean. —Clay M. Greene. Sante Clara, April 12, 1991 Time's record shows, when colsely conned, Fair women brave men ‘Who loved and laughed long years beyond The Psalmist's three. -ten. With added age they seemed to thrive And did their youth renew: The God who keeps the saint alive Preserves the sinner, too. We bar the partriarchs who trod The earth before the flood; And Mammon’s slavish sons who plod Through life with stagnant blood; Sainted or sordid never feel The pulse with rapture rife, When Hebe's rich, red lips reveal The lore that lengthens life. That secret murmured in the breeze That kissed the crested tide | When Cytherea trod the seas, And it has never died. To Dionysos it was told And in his flagon flushed, ‘When from the purple grapes of old Its meaning first was crusned. It taught the Teian and he Jaughed At Chosnos' dismal chime; 1t rippled from the cup he quaffed In many a glowing rhyme; Venus and Bacchus at each shrine He worshipped oft and long. Saw beauty flushing in the wine And crowned her with a song. It makes the heart beat wild and warm In many a snowy breast; Ninon de I'Enclos and Delorme Were courted and caressed , When nigh a hundred years had passed; In revel and romance They held in homage to the last The royal rakes of France. Why ponder over pagan creed, Of Epicurus’ cult, Or_in_Time's rusty roster read, Or Pleasure’s page consult, When in the living flesh we see, Lusty and all alive, One who has ciimbed the years till he Sits throned on Eighty-five. Bohemia’s bards his triumphs sing, Her sons and sages raise Their voices till the rafters ring The echo back with praise; They. love the Genius of their joys, The Master of their mirth— Mirth that no malice e'er alloys, And Wit and Wisdom’s worth, Their King of Revels who can drive Their grief and gloom away; Their Priest of Pleasure who can shrive Their thirsting souls next day; Hesper may herald in the feast, The glasses clink and foam, Till Eros flushes in the East And all have wandered home, ~ - Then fresh as one whose night has passed In slumber till the dawn, He lingers on until the last Bold bacchanal has gone; He proves that Pleasure’'s cup may bring A blessing, not a blight; For him it holds no adder's sting, But Life's elixir bright. And so he laughs at Time, who lays On him the lightest load, And when in Pleasure’s path he strays He finds few thorns to goad; His is the best philosophy, The wisdom that outwears All other creeds, and we shall see Him live a hundred years. Now let the jest and laughter lull, The glasses cease to clink, The Owl who sits on sorrow’s skull ives you this toast to drink: We've seen him turn night unto day, December into June, the Lord long love him, we pray, or call for him too soon. —Louis A. Robertson. M In_days all dim and distant now, Some five and twenty rs agone, When first 1 took Bohemia's vow Of “One for all and all for one,” I mind me of the merry crew, The clinking glass, the joyous rout, The laugh that ever broke anew And Uncle George's voice trolled out, Easy, my man, easy! We loved him then; the grizzled head, The genial face, the kindling eye, The smile that radiance seemed to shed Like sunlight from a summer sky; And whatsoe'er the feud or fight, The tinge of bitterness dled out, The argument of wrong or right All ended when his voiceftrolled out, Easy, my man, easy! | The years have come, the years have gone, : Bohemia grown to rich estate, No longer fears persistent dun, Nor dreads the sheriff at the sate. But still we know the merry crew, The clinking glass, the merry rout, The laugh that ever breaks anew, And Uncle George's voice trolls out, Easy, my man, easy! The kindly hand-grasp, just as warm; The brotherhood; ~ the gentle thought; The fellow-feeling’s simple charm, Only in wider circle taught. And young hearts, like -the old, now eat For Uncle George. A louder shout Than erst on Sacramento Street Gives chorus when his voice trolls out Easy, my man, easy! Ah, not alone to us the truth, The lesson of his life may reach Through all the world, for age as youth, A gentle soul may something teach. In him Bohemia’s spirit dwells, Through all the years we've heard it call; The true philosophy of all— Easy, my man, easy! The fight for fortune, craze for power, The pain of struggle and of strife For station that may last an hou Brief triumph of the strenuous life The rich man, worn with nameless fears, The poor man broken in the rout, But wearing five and four-score years, Our Uncle George's voice trolls out, Basy, my man, easy! Four-score and five? T could not tell he kindling eye, the crown of snow, The genial face I knew so well, Ay! five and twenty years ago., May the vears lightly on him rest! May every hour its blessing bring! The world loves him who loves it best, His song to Father Time we sing, Easy, may man, easy! —Peter Robertson. (Continued Saturday, July 24,) my Cardinal Flour wrom Cardwell Jysd CHANGE IN ADDRESS. DR. N. 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