The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1865-05-15
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Hewss bathed and rubbed, rtl'ts -
. And secured and scrubbed,
And Q horrid report was In circulation,
Which was Wanted, too without explanation,
Or the least attempt at palliation;
And, In this direction the rumor was shaped.
Twas plainly asserted that he was scraped.
Of course, this may or may not be true,
But it certainly didn't alter the hue
Of things mite, for tho cursed blue
Still stuck to his hide
With hero's pride,
Or, to use one of our modern saws"
With devotion worthy of better cause"
And poor De Marsay grew thinner and thinner.
Till he looked like the wreck of Chinaman's
dinner,
Or the keen profile of Hindoo sinner,
Or ANYTHING else that ia thin and slim
As o barber's pole OF a hickory limb,
Or, one comparison expressing most,
He looked like Calvin Edsons ghost
Except, perhaps between few,
Edson's ghost wasn't quite so blue.
When every remedy had been tried
Which art could suggest or skill provide,
And doctors great and doctors small,
Doctors short and doctors tall,
Doctors, inventors Of patent pills,
Doctors who tackled all sorts Of Ills
Doctors, prcpounders of Eniments
Doctors who had aud who hadn't sense,
Doctors who had in the army been,
His 'royal nibs" NJ. D. to the queen
Doctors practical and doctors queer
And doctors froT the states were 'theer
Who 'rid all the way in q railroad keer"
When these had gazed, with stoical face
Upon De Marsay's pitiful case,
They very quietly turned about,
Said the dye was in him and wouldn't come out.
When all had taken their homeward way,
Without cent ofexpense to pay,
For De Marsay settled, the papers say,
Like n candidate on election day,
An old, old doctor came to try him
"a lingering relic of ancient time)
Who always kept his wits close by him
Who rarely failed when fairly tried,
And one whohad seen thousand dyed.
He gave our hero one hasty glance
That's the prevalent style in France)
Then rose and said in accents mellow,
"There Is but one man
In tho world that can
Do anything for you poor feliowr,
For Gods sakeI name him" De Mar,ay said
As he feebly raised himself in bed;
The name forget upon my life.
But he has, by tho way, pretty wife
And Is, believe, dyer by trade,
Is very strong and powerfully made;
] also forget the number, too,
But he lives on the Rue"
"Stopi" De Marsay sbrieked In pain,
God knows, you're dyeing me over again
The old old doctor took his hat
And sitter pull at his white cravat.
Then turned and said to De Marsay's friend,
Who did his little wants attend
And who apoaId be with him to the end
MY private opinion. expressed toyou.
10, that this mans not only blue,
But most confoundedly crazy tool"
Having said 30 much, he said 'adieu"
De Marsays friend, when the doctor stltrea
Pondsred awhile on what he had heard.
Then said I'm see this terrible man
And save De Marsay If can"
N.rar Iouyar in INV TINA
Had opened case for a clients crime
With more consummate skill and tact
As he plainly stated every fact,
Than De Marsay's friend, as he opened this case
And looked the dyer square in the face.
He pictured man going down to the grave,
Like branded felon or arrant knave.
Or criminal sentenced; perfect slave
To the bluest melancholy .5.
He regretted that little affair with his wife,
Asthe means of bringing about the strife
But. why should man Be slave for life
For half minutes folly;
And thst blue although good color for skies,
And quite an improvement to bottle flies.
Was not the tint,
He ventured to hint
That man would always choose whsn lac dyes.
The dyer listened to all he said
And when he had finished, be shook his head,
Stopped for moment before he spoke
And then the ominous silence broke:
"For seven long years, both day and night,
At early morn and candle light,
I've toi1ed, with many an ache and sigh.
To manufacture perfect dye,
And, belive me, have not toiled in vain,
For If It getsin
To garment or skin,
No power on earth can erase it again
And Is there nothing under the sun
That can for my hapless friend he done.
Must he, shall he, 90 down to the tomb
In such sad, ridiculous plight
To rise again at the day of doom
A horrfd scare. crow, a perfect frightt
Yes, Monsieur, one thing can do in trice
"welll for heavens sakel name it and name "our
price
That cannot remove the odious blue.
By my explanation you have seen,
But Twin DO all that I can do,
I'll make him very charming green"