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ETC.
Leaving us only-on enchanted groundUs twain together, where there comes no sound
Save the warm pulse-throb of the tropic sea,
In the white moonlight beating ceaselessly.
Perchance, dear heart, it may be, you and I,
In some far azure of Infinity
Shall find together an enchanted shore
When Life and Death and Time shall be no more,
Leaving Love only and Eternity;
For Love shall last, though all else pass away,
Those harsh task-masters that made up Today,
Till each concession Time from Life has wrung
Like outworn garment from the Soul be flung,
And it shall stand erect, no longer bent,
Slave to the lash of its environment!
When the vast Earth we know, shall shrink, at last,
To some bare Isla Blanca of the past,
A rock unnoted, in the boundless sea,
Whose solemn pulse-beat marks Eternity.
David Starr Jordan.
Mazatlan, January 19, I895.
THERE is no question in the
The world but that an institution
Horse like the Horse Show, as we
Show. saw it at the Mechanics' Pa vilion last December, can boast
more beneficial results for one
great industry in this State than any one thing
that ever happened. Its repetition this December goes to establish the fact that horse owners
of the State acknowledge what Mr. Henry J.
Crocker's idea did for them, and are anxious to
take part in a second exhibition. Of course it
goes without saying that had not the horse
buyers and owners received benefit trom the first
display a second would be an impossibility.
Even its success as a society event would not
make up for a lack of the more permanent and
substantial results. Mr. Crocker, almost singlehanded, organized and managed the first Horse
Show and did what our "Merchants and Pro
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