Souvenir Program: Manila, January 22, 1909

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Página 71 - Help! help ! Will no one aid? I die— I die!" She seeks the casement: shuddering at its height, She turns again ; the fierce flames mock her flight : Along the crackling stairs they fiercely play, And roar, exulting, as they seize their prey. " Help ! help ! Will no one come ! " She can no more, But, pale and breathless, sinks upon the floor.
Página 71 - And sinking floors his hurried steps betray, And ruin crashes round his desperate way ; Hot smoke obscures, ten thousand cinders rise. Yet still he staggers forward with his prize; He leaps from burning stair to stair — On ! on ! Courage ! — one effort more, and all is won ; The stair is passed, the blazing hall Is braved, Still on— yet on— once more ! thank heaven, she's saved...
Página 47 - Gained the lead, an' kept it, an' steered his journey free; Dodgin' the wheels an' horses, an' still on the keenest "silk," An' furnishin' all that district with good respectable milk.
Página 47 - t day or night time, he heard the alarm-bell ring, He'd rush for his place in the harness with a regular tiger spring; An' watch, with nervous shivers, the clasp of buckle an' band, Until 'twas plainly evident he'd like to lend a hand. An...
Página 47 - Flash upon his return trip, a-drawin" the engine back. Now when the different horses gets tender-footed an...
Página 47 - An' once, in spite o' his master, he strolled in 'mongst us chaps, To talk with the other horses, of former fires, perhaps ; Whereat the milkman kicked him ; whereat, us boys to please, He begged that horse's pardon upon his bended knees. But one day, for a big fire as we was makin' a dash, Both o' the horses we had on somewhat resemblin...
Página 71 - tis fire! She wakes to dream no more! The hot blast rushes through the blazing door! The dun smoke eddies round; and, hark! that cry! "Help! help ! Will no one aid? I die— I die!
Página 47 - Hoss a-gettin' down to it, an' sweepin' along like sin. Finally come where the fire was, halted with a "thud," Sent the respectable milkman heels over head in mud; Watched till he see the engine properly workin' there — After which he relinquished all interest in the affair. Moped an...
Página 71 - O'er its mighty walls Night's dusky mantle soft and silent falls ; Sleep o'er the world slow waves its wand of lead, And ready torpors wrap each sinking head. Stilled is the stir of labor and of life ; Hushed is the hum, and tranquillized the strife. Man is at rest, with all his hopes and fears ; The young forget their sports, the old their cares ; The grave are careless ; those who joy or weep, All rest contented on the arm of sleep. Sweet is the pillowed rest of beauty now, And slumber smiles upon...
Página 47 - Took up his old occ'pation of votin' life a bore; Laid down in his harness, and — sorry I am to say — The milkman he had drawn there drew his dead body away. That's the whole o' my story: I've seen, more'n once or twice.

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