The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1862-04-23

CRATE want of eversite in him. | hurd
he was loosing hi, circulation presently.
alwas thort he was nanny. Fanny furn
never rit rime in all her life, and as for
prose, ennybody can rite prose that knows
how to spell, which is more than | can sa
for hur Shes got sum cents, but she is
to planespoken to SCOT high-strung IN
tellec like mine. Hor branes lay to much
on top of her he'd, and are as strong as a
maskerline, and she is as sassy as high
strung munly up tree, which is not a
high compliment to pay to emmy woman
of the female sects. | cent powem to
the Atlaatik Munthly mourn ear ago,
which 7 halnt hearn from already, [ sup
poged it was waiting for turn till last
week, when O.Homes cent me this blind
anser: "Miss NJ. NJ, your jingle is too
loose to chime in with our ideas of musi-
cal prop1iety. It is too nervous in some
some places and too nubby in others.
Your feet are not well enough turned to
appear in our literary highway. lndef-
nitely posponed. Favor us again at that
date" I describe 1t to poor jellysy. He
is afraid I'd blight his lawrells, which is
J
rather green. He'd better take fscik him
self and not con6de it to uthers. He's
nurvisser as q settin hen about sum things
to evident to mention. Mi husban, who
has KEEP school without help three terms
in a village town with populus inhabitants
to appreciation and got good salary, is a
good jug of poetry, aud he sais | ort to
have pal He red Byron's Bacon and
Milton's Pope and sais they compare. He
sais gnat Willis gets fableous prise for
his shaller efusions, which can't be men
toned with mine short of malice aforesaid
The fat-us comes on me mostly when |
lay in bed, and always take peace of
papur to bed with me to describe my
connections onto. Oh! it is a glorious
to be warfted clear out of ureslf among
sublime thorts and things, and sal it out
in ink. Were you ever inspired to think
What precuss gift it is, to fly on the
wings of thort above comparison and
dror common minds up to the contempti
bility of invisible thiugs-to hote in con.
tact on a sea of surging rapture 1t
can't be circumscribed in the equeduct
of language. When the fit is onto me,
my mite cap always gifts askew and mi
husband sais | don't know no more where
| am than crazy bed-bug, which is the
strongest proof that I am endowed with
poetry vains. I would like dollar vuss
for this powem, to begin with which is
one of my best If that is too much for
the price you can print it for nothing, but
shant write yeu no more at that cost
| shall reservoir my feelings for more
tortueous time. Mi real name is Manda
Murdock, which dent want everybody
/ to recognize all at once, SO | write incog-
mito. Modesty is retiring. You can give
the mummy to Miss day. She knows me
and will like to see it. | am engaged to
her MaggerziDe, which is ahead of the
Atlantik munthly, off and on in the edi-
torial department, but she is literal mind
ed and don't want to mellipose my talents
for pecuniary circumstances. She sais
mi mission Is to shine in many places
and manifest an affernity for all life and
purility as she does. Our mission is a
parallel together. We yurn over one ano-
ther and have spiritooal revolutions in a
circle It's a trance. You won't hear
no more of me short of ten dollars which
! [ live in hopes on down.
MANDA MURDOCH, (Incognito)
THE "POWEM,"
"FLOW ON MY TIERS"
BY INCoGNITo.