Daily Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1860-1862, 1861-04-10
Rrom the Daily Banner.

lFrom the Daily Banner.
Epistolary, TO G. Washington Bricks
POET LAUREATE OF HOG ALLEY;
And supposed to Be gratefully dedicated to him BY
J. HAPPY
"* non compos mentis."-Jarenol.
Zen now when Dsaderick solitudes ascend,
And from my ''Aookat'' mounts the blue
ETHEREAL. ----
sit me down, pensive hour to spend 49,
Or halfan-hour-(the time is immaterial.)
In musing Ger thy Poem, BRICKS, my friend,
About your Dream of ''coronet imperial
Decking thy classic brow-and by the girls
Expressly woven for thy clustering curls.
I can't imagine how man like you, BRICKS,
Should waste his fragrance on so stale a theme.
mind like yours might well discover new
tricks
To cajole your readers-and. wean-
Unless Literary executrix
You would have-you wouldn't dream
At all about the women, Heaven bless themi
Much less to hint that you would dare caress
them.
When erst old Time has touched thy locks am
brosial
With that boar frost which now besprinkles
mine,
And taught thee half my melancholy woes, you'll
Not indulge those changing dreams of thine;
Or when thy beard once patriarchal grows,
you'll
Give up ''courting'' cen the Vestal nine,
And turn to prosier things than Quarles's place,
The pen you WELD with such poetic grace.
Your Dream was SO delightful that fell
To speculating after its perusal,
And wrap't in reverie deeper than well,
Built castles on larger scale than usual,
Until the sweet chimes of the Vesper bell
Inviting sleep-my eyes could no refusal
Brook, and so my pipe dropped down upon the
floor,
And worldly cares went floating ont the door.
1 dreamed that had borrowed halfa-d1me
From every man in town-except my aunt,
And all my hungry creditors at a time
Were at my door, and not an hour would grant
But must pay; and then to 1.-THE sublime
From 1.-The Ridiculous quickly went
For letters came-one to my Aunt, and brought
her
Spanking big prize in the Havana Lottery.
And then dreamed she had an apoplectic fit
OF joy; and died in twenty seconds less than
half minute,
And became mot much to my regreD
Possessor of her letter, and the prize within it.
Then, after giving her decent burial outfit,
Resolved to see the world, and, to begin it
Repudiated all my little trifing debts
And liabilities, and-pocketed the assets
1 further dreamed that Invested all my gold
In acre lots of Pennsylvania soil;
And ere was another fortnight old,
Had made fortune boring after oil.
Until in fat, and wealth. 1 fairly rolrd,
Then gathered up my own share of the spoil
And travelled of, for Europe-restless dreamer,
Across the ocean, a Hayre steamer
Ger the glad waters of the deep blue sea
There sudden came an atmosphere SO murky,
The Captain ordered all the merchandise to be
Thrown overheard, but ere they got to work, he
Foundered the ship, and all were drowned but me,
Who drifted safely to the shores of Turkey,
Where was kindly treated by the Dey, Al Serim
Who turned me loose in his Sultanic harem.
Thus suddenly in foreign land, and broke,
Without a solid cent to pay my passage home,
With philosophis calm, treated as joke
The whole d-n thing, and leisurely gan to
roam
About the Sultan's palace, when woke,
And found that I'd been walking round the
ROOM
Awoke to find the evening rather damp and
sappy,
And write you this, Dear Bricks
Yours,
JOHN HAPPY.