New Orleans daily crescent., 1866-02-01
tNqw Orleans Daily Qrestent,

after dining,
Watching iercely his huge shadow, grim and
wonderfully poor;
Till there came an inspiration from the shadow on
the floor,
ThusIy came it, from the floor.
From his eyes, there shone lightning, in its fierce
ness deadly, blighting,
Which revealed the poets power living in the
heavy brain.
Then he wrote in words of thunder, lines which
rend the heart asunder,
OF Q man of years unnumbered, Ger whose head
had swept the winds
or almost century's passing, till his halr the
frosting winds,
In its whitencss, made to gisten
Of this man, with locks SO "hoary," he whom no
man calls tory
He whose name long years untarnshed, STANDS the
shocks of sweeping time;
He with knowledge deep engraven, on mlhd
which meier played craven
He with honor all mistaken, now is sung OF IN
rhyme,
In the verses which though doggerel, this great
author says is rhyme.
Then the vague and mystic rustling of the white
and paper curtain
Thrilled him, filled him with humor, never known
to rhyme,
So that now to stop the growing, of his stomach
he stood bowling
Shades of all the mighty dentists! !" tell me,
have you half dime,
That may refresh my spirits and beguile the
weary time?
And the wind breathed "nary dime"
Then upon this midnight dreary, while he wrote in
words which weary
Spelling many pure and unstained sheet OF Dor
rowed paper;
While he thus wrote nearly mapping, suddenly
there came a tapping,
As of some gently rapping, rappIng al MS
bedroom door;
IT'S patient then he shouted, tapping at my bed
room door,
81 had feared there were no more"
Quickly then he plucked the Oom-stlck, where
with he did make his room slick,
Prom the spot where he had placed it to secure his
chamber door,
Caught his moustachc greatly trembling, though
with softened smile assembling,
Wheeled the door upon its hinges, gazed upon the
darkened floor,
Gazed. but still saw nothing standing there beside
his chamber door,
All was darkness, nothing more
Deep along the alley peering, long he stood there
freezing fearing,
Doubling dreaming dreams no dentist ever daret
to dream before.
But the silence was unbrokcn and the darknes
gave no token,
And the only words there spoken, as he stoo
within the door,
With his short stemmed pipe well lighted, were tn
whispered words a bore"
Only this and nothing more.
Back into his chamber turning, fercely his &c
bacco burning,
Soon he heard dircful whining, sounding throug
his empty room; 1870.
First a ghost-like moaning sending, then INTO
wall ascending,
TIL upon his ears 1t smote him, as the drelt
voice of doom,
As it came SO weird and fearful, thus into h
empty room.
Speaking only words of gloom.
Then dog with unbending, all the while
deep moan sending,
Through the space that looked 30 werd-llke,
the dim and misty light;
Entered in with direfu whining, while his sheepls
eyes were shining,
With fierce and deadly meaning, which SCENE
madness to the sight,
While his hairs were brstling wildly, as they gil
tened in the light
As they glistened fearsome in Il
darkness of the night.
Then he spoke with voice exceeding, like Dc
that has been feeding
On late and hearty supper, made of many
marrow bone
And his eyes had all the seeming, Of a demon tn
is dreaming,
And the grease light DER him streaming, show
his tail upon the floor;
And the dentist from that caudal, which lay hoa
ing on the floor,
Shall be lifted nevermore.
These the words which came SO fearsomc, fro
the dog SO wild and tearsome:
"Tell me, Doctor, will you, will you? pluck too
from out my jaw.
Seize it with manly gripping, in my mouth 20
huge hand dipping,
While place upon your shoulder my soft, vev'
coated paw,
And you work with all your science, on the sn
within my jaw
For you're mighty on the jaw"
Then the Doctor, greatly shrinking, like the he
who's been drinking,
Seized with forceps quickly, the great tooth
this poor dog;
Pulled it with a strength increasing, not one W
his hold releasing,
Till the beast with fearful anguish, closed
though upon a log;
Closed upon the hand of Doctor, who was aldl
this poor dog.
Closed upon it like a log.
Quickly then the poison racking, all his bones q
snews cracking,
Rushed through veins, which greatly swollen SC
assumed an ebon hue,
And wild madness tiercely rilin', all the heart wit
him biln
Sang the poet in his fury, sang in words so
from true
That the dog, although. in anguish, swore tha
would never do.
For the words were nowise true.
For the song was rife with fooling, like the mu
of the pulling,
OF the infant e'er the glimmering of knowlet
rests upon its brow;