Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1862-01-23
From the Continental Monthly.l
RosIN THE BOW.

Tn Paris. famous city in Frahde,
III That hoe bv the bsnks Of tlie sluggish Seine,
Where Won and may never have becn
ppt which we know all about in advancei--
a nlace of wild and wicked romance, , ,...
A p,sce where they gamble, and hddie, ana dahce,
=, p," ~ siou,est coach has always chance
To ret put over the road, weeni
ut,ores women arc nnught, and men arc gay,
All tho suicides number dozen day,
And one of the gallant Jeple's 'i ",'Sc
WoIl amend the night prodgous play,
And In the morning 60 out and STAY
His bosom friend with rapier keen
pecanse he loses ana cannot pay
lived nice young man named Didier'
This nice young man had run aground,
As such Young men are apt to do;
u;s creditors swore and his mistress irowned,
His breeches pockets held ne'er sou,
His boots were getting out ut the toes,
His hat was seedy and so were his clothes,
And. rs he wondered the city around,
lie could not think of single friend
Slow to dun aud prompt to lend,
Whose nurse he thought he could venture to sound
In such extrcmities friends arc few;
At least tiiltik so, friend, don't your
At length, on the brink Of grim despair
No hoppened to think OF q quaint old fellow,
A comicpl Customer, rusty and slow,
But who used to be an elegant beau,
In dress and manner quite CONNIE y JdWi
And who, because he happened to know
How to playon the violoucello,
Which he'd learned for fun long time ago,
Before his finances got so low,
Had obtained place in an orchestra choir,
And PLAYED that beautiful instrument there;
And to him monsieur determined to go;
And so
Up to the top of n rickety stair
To little attic cold and bare,
He stumbled and found the artist there.
He told his tale; how his former pride
Was crushed and humblcd into the dust;
He swore he had thought Of suicide,
But the charcoal vendors wouldn't trust;
He had no profession or trade or art,
Money or food, aud perish he must!
And then like blacksmith's forge he sighed,
A SIGH that touched the fiddlers heart.
'Choer up, mon caer, and never mind;
You're the very man was trying;o find
You know Mt the grand Theatre Francois
The leading viOloncello play,
And my salary is two francs per day.
There's vacant place; il YOU are inclined
To take the same, you'll find twill pay
Didier looked up in vast amaze;
why, ! can't do So you very well know,
For never fdded in my born days
'Qf a celia ne teaRe,' his friend replied,
Don't be too certain,you never have tried;
Yea ought to give your abilities scope;
There is an anxiety most of us feel
We may be out Of time or tune,
Leave on too late or begin too soon.
MAY pitch too sharp or perhaps too flat;
So here is a cake of excellent soap,
The old, original, pure CASTLE,
just rosin you bow with that
He took his seat in an orchestra chair,
'Twould have made you stare
Had you been there
To see his knowing and confident air.
And to hear the considerate manager say,
There is nobody like young Didiel;
Sc nice and exact so quite an fut,
With a style thoroughly recherche,
Some other concern may get him away,
So | think | shall have to double his pay'
In clover the youth continues to Craze,
And still in tic orchestra he plays;
He's the man who never was known TO make
The smallest shadow Of mistake,
And there's only one drawback on his praise =
He is too modest by fifty per cent
For such a master of the art,
For the story went he would never consent
To play solo part
There's Moral, my juvenile friend, in this,
And you need not stumble and grope;
Just look for it sharp, and You can't 60 amiss;
You will find, there is nothing like soap
Don't suffer yourself 10 be cast down
If capricious luck should happen to frown,
Go through with the motions, and if you're acut
None will ever suspect that your fiddle is mute;
But be sure and do as the rest of us do,
And don't flourish your stick till you get your Gu
Thus let prosperity ebb and flow,
Still bate no jot of hope,
You may draw the longest kind Of bow
If it's only rosincd with soap!