One Cent DAILY - NORWALK - GAZETTE ._ One Cent. ' GRAND UP NINE 0F ASI H M WIN HY. lIeMmN‘is 1319M 9 3 Water St.,Norwalk .. AW ._ WILL EXHIBIT ON— ' onday, Tuesday [IND Wednesday, MARCH 23d, 24th and 25th, ALL THE LATEST STYLES PATTERN HATS and BONNETS AND ALL MILLINERY NOVELTIES. @LADIES WILL PLEASE ACCEPT THIS INVITATION. N O CARDS. We shall OPEN OUR NEW STORE, 17 MAIN STREET (now occupied by Smith Brothers, Shoe Dealers), ABOUT APRIL 7TH. We have a full line of IMPORTED MILLINERY and we guarantee to our patrons the MOST CORRECT STYLES, FINEST GOODS and ARTISTIC WORKMANSHIP. Have completed arrange ments with one of the first houses of Regent street, London. England, by which we shall be supplied with all the Latest N ox cities, and ladies can depend upon having their bonnets made from the most approved imported models. . 2 IN We shall open in connection with the above Ladies’ Hair Dressing Parlors, And will keep on hand a Full Line of Articles for the Toilet. .WFLOWERS and FEATHERS for Parties and Receptions at Reasonable Prices. ' Have the readers of ' the Norwalk Daily Gazette made the acquain- tance of RAN ‘ THE ONE-PRICE i Clo in an umis BIS; 86 Washington Street, SOUTH N ORWALK ? '7 If not, do so as quotmg prices CANNOT CONVEY A CORRECT IDEA of values. We respectfully ask an inspection in all our departments in THE NEW STORE, 86 WASHINGTON STREET. SOUTH NORWALK. Francis do Co. THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD A SURPASSINGLY BEAUTIFUL FLOW- ER OF CHRISTIAN FAITH. Edwin Arnold’s Most Finished Poem, the Long Promised Pendant to His Superb “Light of Asia”——Brilliant and Charac- teristic Excerpts from the Two Works. As in his great poem, “The Light of Asia,” EdwinArnold presented in death—lg less verse the tender storyof the life and teachings of Gautama Buddha, weaving therewith the legends dear to the hearts of Buddhists, so he-has now, in a companion poem no less grand and beautiful, told the story of the lifeand sacrifice of Jesus Christ, “The Lightof'the World,” in such wise as must endear this work to Chris- tians. The exquisite descriptive passag. es of the latter work are perhapstz’nore finished, and seem certainly'to be more extended than in the former, afact which will commend the poem to the interest of those who read for the literary beauties of‘the-work more than the ethical teachings which are skill- full interwovenyvith them. is book is puinshed and copyrighted by lifiink & W alls,_New York, and ex- tracts are given low by special arrange- ment with them. The poem consists=of over 5,000 lines, di- vided into six books, as follows: Book I, ry Ma alene; Book II, The Magus; Book III, The Alabaster Box; Book IV (in two parts), The Parables; At Tyre; Book V T e Love of Godand Man; Book VI, T 6 Great Consummation. Preceding the poem, which is written in blank verse, is a sort of introductory book entitled “At Bethlehem,” which is written _\in rhymed verse. Book I opfins with a description of the Sea of Ga ee as it was in the days of Christ: Now all is changed—all save the changeless things— The mountains, andahe waters, and the sky—— These, as He saw them, have their glory yet Atsunrise, and. atvsrmset; and when noon Burns the blue vault into'arcope of gold. And ofttimes, in the Syrian Spring,.steals back Well nigh theancient beauty to those coasts Where Christ’sfeet‘trod. That lily which He loved, And praised for splendor passing Solomon’s— The scarlet martagon—decksherself still, ,_ Mindful of His high words,.in»red andgold, To meet the stepof Summer. Cyclamens Lift their pale heads .toseeif ‘He will pass: And Amarylh's and white hyacinths Pour from their pearly mes-spikenard forth, Lest He should come unhonored. In His paths Still, as of old, the lowly crocus spreads A golden carpet for Him; and the birds— Sm‘all almoners of Heaven—as-once Hesaid~ Who fall not unregarded—trill their hymns 0f lively 1017c and thanks inevery thorn. Only what Man could do, Man. hath welldone To blot with blood and tears His track divine, To sweep His holy footsteps from His earth. In steel and gold, splendid and strong and fierce, ' ' Host after host under thatiltlounthas marched Where He sate saying: “Blessed the peace makers!” In rage and hatred host withhost has clashed There where He taught “Love ye yourene- mics!" Banners which bore His. cross, have mocked His cross, Scattering His land withslain; till now, atlast, Truly the sword, not peacaiswhatHebrought! For love of Him nationhates nationso That at His shrine the watchful Islamite Guards Christian throats! Dead lie His once fair fields; Barren the fallows whereHissower sowed; None reaps the silver harvested Hissced; None in the wheat row roots the ill tarcs out. The hungry land gasps-empty in the glare; Tho vulture’s self goes famished; the wolf prowls ' Fasting, amid the broken stones which built The cities of His sojourn. Wild birdsnest Where revels once were loudest. All are gone Save for those names never to-pass away, Capernaum, Bethsaida. Magdale— The nine white towns that sate beside His Lake. Vanished the stately stoas, lofty fanes; Vanished the walls, the towers, theciwdels! Titus and Omar wrought fair Palestine No hurt like His who gave herhallowedground The fatal benediction of Hisfeet! Love‘s house is desolate for loveof Love! The waters glass no sail; theways have shrunk Into a camel path; the centuries _ Withbflood and blast have tom the terraces are \Vhere the fox littered in thegnapes. Ask not Which was His city ’mid thisnfineddife! None surely knoweth of Capernanm Whether ’twas here, or there. Perchzmce He dwelt Longest and latest at this nameless mound Where, on the broken column, nests the stark, W’hei: 1linot grass with its spikes and bitter a S Di? trailing colocynth, and nebbuk rthorns Bind as they will the marble wreck, and weave Shelter for shy jerboas, and thesnake. So still, so. far away,so quite forsook His city’s burial place, the painted-grouse Lays her eggs there in carved acanthus leaves And crickets chirp whereCasar’s year is writ! Yon Arab, with the matchlockand the-spear, Glancing askance—for Afleetshaimtthe spot—- Murmurs, “Peace be to you! this is Tell Hum!" Desolate most of all, withone starved palm And huddle of sad squalidhovcls, thou El-Mcjdcll burned a—dry beneathblack crags; The story opens with the description of Pontius Pilate, Claudia, his spouse, and their attendants en route to Rome. They stop at Magdala for the. ' - ..andare directed, for awommodations, to\ hehouse of Mary Magdalene. On his journey through Galilee the memory of Christ-has haunted the Roman romrator, and he seeks an interview wit his-hostess, which she grants. Thus met She who most loved Him,he whorendercd Him To death: Pontius andMary. For, anon, The bar slides backward of the Woman's Court. ' And, on the stairway of the leewanastood One tall, and proud, and fair; albdtépastgrief Had dimmed the luster of thos'exlargeadark eyes Bent upon Pilate. Rich theJewish-lflobd Glowed through the sunburnt ivory of her face— Unveiled for salutation~lending show 0f color to the thinned uncolotedwheek, But leaving pale aspe'arLlined- oceanwshell The full white neck, and where neck rose to breast— The tender margins of the bosom, bound By silver bordered cymar, crossed—andpale As moonlight‘s heart the low smootlLforehead framed, Undef1 the black waved hair; forehead and air; ‘ And eyebrows bent like the newmoon; full lids; Silk lashes, long and curved, shadowing‘with touch 0f softest melancholy that worn.p1ace Where the tears gather—alldeelaringhcr ' A daughter of the Sun, in-thoseclimes-born Where light and life are larger. A11, and marked With stamp of those strong passions of the t. Where not more Nature has her pangs and throes, Than man, cradled upon her Wmt Tender and quick. Therearefhedmsof’love Enkindled hearts with instantrguldemglow ‘ Like Morningin the desert; there-Love’s Noons Consuming, all revealing, shadowies's; With fiery fervor draining-young'mearts‘dry As midday drinks the streams; mid‘there-Love's Eves Swift sinking from the fiercefit to the lull, From sun blaze, by brief dusk, to tranquil stars, And satisfied. still Night. Earthquakes and floods; . Wither-lug Simooms, and winds that tear the seas ’l‘u milky madness, find their counterparts In those own children of the Lightnvho live And love and hate with pulse at quicker beat. Such heart storms gone on that high counte- nance Had writ their passage. but not left her marred. _ Rather, like some majestic Mount she shewed In Cathay or Japan, whose lofty bulk Raged once, all flame: which broke its bound- aries, And—torn and red and furious—scattered round Levin, and lava slime, and barren ash, Blighting what Iay below. Then came the hush; And that which was all terrible, grew fair. The Hill of Hell is Crest of Paradise! ' Thecup which on its head steamed scarlet reek And spilled forth fires, wears in the cloudless Blue , A silvery rim of snows; the fevered breast Slumber-s in comforted, unbroken calm, \ With placid bands of gilded clouds girt roun , And hues of sunrise and of sunset soft 011 the scorched rocks. Where molten chan- nels ran - Streams of sweet mountain crystal babble down . Embellishing black glen, and fissured clifll, Deep hollows where sad Winter hides away From Summer, with the snow still in her lap; And shoulders of sharp crags and windy shelves; VVlth laughing light of flowers, and sparkling threads Of the white falling water, and green glades Where wild birds have their home, and plumy ferns Wave for them, and the iris decks their nests With flutter of her purple velvet flags. And, in the happy plain, that Mountain’s foot. Stands feared no more, but worshiped, watched, and praised For comeliness exceeding, and large gifts Of cooling airs, and shadows cast around, And wandering cloud banks with their wel- come rains Gathered and garnered; fringed with villages And wandering flocks, and vines; and cluster- ing groves Whose roots, in death and desolation fixtxi, Make loveliness of loss, and grace of wreck. So did that Lady show a peace and charm, A gracious presence, brought from passions stilled, From tempests of the blood, forever hushed; Fairer, may be, as she stood there, serene, . Than in those bygone days, the evil days When Galilee down to its utmost edge, And all the South, was loud with talk of her “‘ho walked in woven gold and wore her ' braids— A Queen of Sin—crowning the shameless brow W'ith diadem of tresses, tied with pearls, And set her henna scented feet on necks 0f Greek and Latin lovers. Now, most. meek The proud, pale, bended’face: the folded palms, The knees touching the pavement, as she said: ”The Roman Lord, who may-command, hath prayed Speech with his servant. She must nwds obey, Hostess and subject. I am Miriam!" As Mary, at the request of Pilate, speaks of her Lord, Pilate finds the pricking of his conscience unendurable and abruptly breaks off the interview: “But Pilate leaped Fierce from his place: with visagewhite and writhed— ‘Call them to horse!’ he cried, 'for I will ride To Sepphoris, before the sun ishigh. If spurs can prick. One other watch spent here \Vill brand me Nazarenc!’ " Among the audience who have been listening to the-words of Mary, is an east- ern slave belonging to oneof the Magi who had aid tribute to the infant Jesus, and who as returned to hear, before he dies, the story of the Lord’s life. The next day he is given audience by Mary. Before she begins to relate the story of Christ, Mary Magdalene considers it necessary totellthe Magus the sto of her own wicked career before seeing C rist: “I lived, in all this land the boldest, worst, Who braided up her hair the-harlot‘s way. That beauty Nature gavemelabased. Selling it with a loveless heart to win Wealth and rich raiment, and the knees of men. Oh me! my days splendid and sinful! Earth Empticd her stores to pleasure me: they brought, To buy my smiles, their Tyrian purple webs, Their myrrhine cups, their silks, their sards, their hard, Drachmas, and darics, Shekels, scsterces; And slaves to fan my sleep, and gildedchairs To hear me to the Temples andtthe'fcasts. I, that am still and sane to-day, have Led Revels so mad the shamed stars drew the clouds Over their argcnt faces. Chinnereth Burned with-our cmts; and the waterways Ran to its brink red with our chalice dregs. And Syria groaned and fierce Samaria surged, And wild mobs clamored round the Palace gates \Vhilc, in these arms, Caesar’s drugged satmps dreamed, Proctor, and Procurator. Nay! hear all! Not Latins only, no, nor Greeks alone; Nor Jew, nor Idumsean—for my name, My golden infamy, grew East and West; Till Rome and Athens heard, and Tyre and Crete And Cyprus, and the Isles, and Media, Not less than Magdal and Tiberias, Talk of tho Miriam of Galilee, The harlot with the long black braided hair, Who melted hearts in spiced pomegranate Wine— Than Alexandrian Queen more prodigal— And laughed their wealth to want, and trod their pride Under her ’broidered sandals and took toll 0f goods and gear, wasting‘ln one wild bout The Temple‘s wealth; ’till like that rose faced one Of Memphis, Lhad reared apyramid With but one block from each who fawned on me. Sir! such I was that play thy hostess here With these white shards, Which saved me, in my lap. Reverendand grauethou shew’st: ifzthy will be New to deparuhemngfli' esc-stamed-‘Jipsspeak, Thou shalt have praise, not blame, from Mir- iam.” The following describes Mary Magda- lene’s first view of Chn‘st: “That was the day we rode Up fromSebastemwatdfl‘ibedas, And-onsmy‘ wrist. a damningrsflashdfhlood Fromvthmaofxone’my am loverstabbed, Atmidieastin the madnessof'the wine. I there, at Kenna, ’mid my thickest sins, Red outwardly with murder; inwardly Black to the heart’s core with wild wickedness, Dwelt‘in by all the seven dark devils‘of Hell, I saw my Lord! 0h, first I sawmy lord! And,.sirl I.heard His voice. WW we knew SW‘W'HBI'OC (formy-revela's Were men of Antipas) whoshidHim there— Bent for Capernaum from N ' Praying swift suwor‘for a-dyingchfld, And urging fervently. While vole-made halt To witness, tenderly the Mastefinnmed With look :ineflabhand gazed: and-spake: ‘Go! thy'Son livethl’ _ . “WhomI saw—Withcyes Which never haveforgoW will forget Till Heaven’s day shews mo Him again—was One Of a commanding sMu%bmufiful~ Bearing such countenance as whose gazed Must love, or fear. Wine-color shone his hair Glittering and waved—an aureolewfolded down, Its long rays lighted locks—which fell and flowed, Fair parted ‘mom thelmiddle of His head, After the manner of the Nazarites. Even and clear His forehead; and the face Of dignity surpassing,,pure andpale As the Greeks' marblebutflushed frequently \Vith the bright blood~of manhood. Nose and month Faultless for grace, and full and soft the beard, Forked, of the hazelled color of His hair; The great eyes blue and'radiant; mildas sky Of spring-thine after rain, yet terrible As lightning leaping suddcnfrom that-sky, W'hen, Ho rebuked. In admonition calm; In tender hours each word like music’s soul Heard past the sound! Not ofttimes seem- to smile, More oft to weep; yet of alofty cheer ( 'nmmonly—nay, of playfulzraillery, And swift wit, softened with sweet gravity. Straight-standing like a palm-tree; hands and limbs So molded that the noblest copy them: Among the sonsof Men fairest and first." ~_ p... To be continued. ‘ ‘ DWD.STREET o ...... . .............................. . ........................................ . ........ ...... ..................... Will open and offer for sale to’-day one case mor of those popular 36-inch DRESS'GUUDS, in the Best’Styles Ever Offered, at I5 Cents Per Yard They are the same goods we have had such a run on lately. Thirty dozen more of those Derby Ribbed Children’s Hose at I 00. per pair, Worth 15 cents ; Sizes 6 to 9%.; fast black. Those who were disappointed in coming too late at the last sale will now have an opportunity. One of the newest wash fabrics this season is the PARISIA’\l CREPE -:- CLOTH. We have a Choice Line; price 17 cents per yard. Look at the All-Wool TRICOTS at 25.cents per yard. We are the only house in town that have the GENUINE TISSUE PON GEES, . Black Grounds. Can show you THE FINEST LINE OF MUSLIN UNDERWEAR. FINE GOODS. LOW PRICES. Edward. Street, No. '5 Gazette Building, Norwalk. WILL HAVE THEIR ‘ ringl] eningu Benton 3- On W'ednesday. March 4, and will offer a larger stock of Fine Goods than ever before to the residents of Norwalk, and AT PRICES THAT DEFY COMPETITION for good goods. We don’t intend to sell trash. We think there is enough offered in town already. @PLEASE CALL AND EXAMINE Goons AND PRICESM We have our line of CARPETS complete with all the New Styles in market. Also large lines of Rugs, Door Mats, all sizes, Mattings, Linoleum, Oil Cloths, &c., &c. Our Kitchen Department is well stocked with all kinds of' Wooden and Tin-Ware from a 90. Broom to an 890. W ash. Tub. Our trade is rapidly increasing and we intend to supply all the wants of our customers to the best of our ability. Goods not in stock will be purchased next day. Agents for J ouvin Kid Gloves, Butterick’s Patterns, Hall’s Bazar Forms, &c. Special Agents for Agra, Angora and Glenham Mills Carpet. SCOFIELI & HOY.T. I ) WILL FOR A FEW DAYS MORE PASS OUT nma le Bargains § graon THE‘ AMBLER sTocK. L500 tloakstante Bought for $5 Each. Wonderful Bargains in Rugs. windows at about HALMBXCE. Laces, Corsets and Cotton UnderWear at fully one—half under price. RibbonS, Small Wares, Buttons, Umbrellas,‘Fancy Goods and a mi assortment of General Dry Goods at same low prices. w. I. lllll. t BIL
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