New-York daily tribune., 1861-08-13
NO soNG NO gUPPER.

Twelve hundred poets are safely through the
partur.cG. pangs, aud not one poem! iwel'c
hundred songs, aud not a good oue! T"cise
Lund.cd copies oi verses, uod n0t ecry iasci-
nat.ng enough to begllle tie iastljiols Com
mittee out OF the cash! Read, Reader. read
Tbc Committee the Ea M Hyun rPot thll they lave
90 Tered ard i oS Of tue opinion tHst no one OF
h,sl 10 suited ior a hatoasi Il. aI.
This is too bad Nine MUSES. invoked by
twelve hundred bards aud hGrdDes, being equi'
valeut 10 the invocation Of 800 MUSES. by one
bard, or bardlng. or bardet, and nrthiue taken,
incon,royertbly bhrdic, by all these rhythmical
Dotons-not sterling staye! Ah the wretch
edn,ss Of the ladies and gcu'lemen who have
been blasted by poetic fire ia these days Of steam
and steel! OBJ the harps that will now b. hung
upon the willows Twelve hundred cups from
Castaly quald, aud not one clever cantc!e
Twelve hundred Tyres twsuged in tune and out
Of tune, and not one ode of eXccllence Up
Mt. Parnassus rode the twelve hundred; and
down Mt Parnnssus, each upon his CALLED and
w,acine PEGASUS, the twelve hundred are pen.
si7cly riding, and wishing that the Almighty had
lot fixed his canon 'gainst sefslaughter. Verify,
here viii be heart.burnnga. and despairs and
rrnunciatlons of sacred pOesy, and jealousies,
and Byronic megrims enough to stock ciscu-
Ja,inc library. We must do what we can to
heal these wounds which have been so ruhessly
given.
Tell US, then, sOrrowiug master or Uoping
miss, if you ever bought ticket in one oi the
lotteries Of B. Wood, ,sd.-a bit OF Senesated
blottine paper enthusiastically Inscribed ., ~, l5f
Were YOU not cOck.sure that tho ticket 3, ~,
AZ would come up prize Of SiCO,OGOf Aud
did it No. to speak OF, probably Barnam has
vet to fud the happy recipient of the Wooden
wealth; and when lie does discover that forlu'
natus We will al 20 to the Museum, and have
sight OF HIM, for lac viii be greater curiosity
than the whales are. Ii is 50 with prize poems.
The delicate jndges rarely bestow the medal or
The money; and when they do, the most sttdeht
strlnmer in thecrowd is quite sure 10 get it. Ofail
tho prize poems which ever sent thrills of horror
through auditors or readers, how many are now
living You may count them upon tho fingers
of one hand. Why, do you not, sir or madam,
remember what a precious quarrel there
was ia Thebes, ages and ages ago, when
p,ndarus contcnded for the prize vi poetry
with Corinna, daughter of Archelodorus And
he was beaten-beateu five times, by Jo'e! How
do you suppose Pindar felti Uncommonly
sour. no doubt. People said it was Corinnas
pretty face; aud Plndar, without doubt was oil
that opinion Who reads COrinna now-we DO
not mean De Staels young woman, but tue pretty
Grecian girl, the conquerer of the God'slnger
and wearcr Of stormy dithyrambicsi Nobody:
and for the simple reason, that while Pndar Is
In a state of tolerable preservation, Corlnna,
with fifty books of epigrams and odes has faded
quite out of mems memories, and all her w1ts
are lost. Much good, you see, did her 1--we prizes
do her Take heart unfortunate rejected 1he
world may sing your songs when Pindar IS