Sacramento Daily Record Union

A SEA DIALOGUE.

Cabin Passenger
Friend, you seem thoughtful. I not wonder much
That he who sails the ocean should be sad.
I am myself reflective. When I think
Of all this wallowing beast, the Sea, has sucked
Between his sharp, thin lips, the wedgy waves.
What heaps of diamonds, rubies, emeralds,
What piles of shekels, talents, ducats, crowns, pearls;
What bales of Tyrian mantles, Indian shawls.
Of laces that have blanked the weaver's eyes
Of silken tissues, wrought by worm and man,
The half-starved workmen and the well fed worm
What marbles, bronzes, pictures, parchments, books.
What manly lobuled, thought-engendering brains,
Lie with the gaping sea-shells in his maw.
I, too, am silent; for all language seems
A mockery, and the speech of man is vain.
O mariner, we look upon the waves
And they rebuke our babbling. "Peace! they say,
"Mortal, be still." My noisy tongue is hushed,
And with my trembling finger on my lip
My soul exclaims in ecstasy—

Man at Wheel
Belay

Cabin Passenger
Ah, yes! Belaya—it calls, "nor haste to break
The charm of stillness with an idle word.
O mariner, I love thee, for thy thought
Strides even with my own—nay, flies before.
Thou art a brother to the wind and wave:
Have they not music for thine ear as mine
When the wild Tempest makes thy ship his lyre,
Smiting a cavernous basso from the shrouds
And climbing up his gamut through the stays.
Through buntlines, bowlines, ratlines, till it
An alto keener than the locust sings
And all the great Æolian orchestra
Storms out its mad sonata in the gale.
Is not the scene a wondrous and—

Man at Wheel.
Avast!

Cabin Passenger
Ah, yes, avast, a vast and wondrous scene.
I see thy soul is open as the day
That holds the sunshine in its azure bowl
To all the solemn glories of the deep.
Tell me, O mariner, dost thou never feel
The grandeur of thine office—to control
The keel that cuts the ocean like a knife
And leaves a wake behind it like a seam
In the great shining garment of the world?

Man at Wheel
Belay your jaw, ye swab! ye horse marine.
(To the Captain)
Ah, ay, sir! steady, sir. Sou'west by sou':

[Oliver Wendell Holmes.

BeTtER THaN KeRoseNE—The OrOIn fur
Octhandd gives an account of some experi-
ments lately made in St. Petersburg with
pyronaphtha, an illuminnting oil, which
Beilstein, the celebrated Russian chemist.
thinks will supersede kerosene. It is said
to be wholly free from danger of fire, and
burning kerosene is easily extinguished
by it. Pyronaphtha itself can be readily
put out by water. It burns with a bright
light, and gives off no smoke or vapor,
while the fact that it is a residual product
of the Baku distillation of petroleuni makes
it cost less than kerosene.

HOrsrord's Acid PHosrHate for over-
worked females. Dr. J. P. Cowan, Ash-
land, O, says: "It proves satisfactory as a
nerve tonic; also, in dyspeptic conditions
of the stomach, with general debility, such
as we find in overworked females, with ner-
vous headache and its accompaniments.

ANgosrurA BIrteRs do not only distin-
guish themselves by their flavor and aro-
matic odor above all others used, but they
are also a sure preventive for all diseases
originating from the digestive organs. Be-
ware of counterfeits. Ask your grocer or
druggist for the genuine article, manufact-
ured by Dr. J. G B. Siegert & Sons.

FOR
Throat Diseases and Coughs,
"Brown's Bronchial Troches." like all
other really good things, are imitated, and
purchasers should be careful to obtain the
gennine article prepared by John I. Brown
& Sons.