The weekly Butte record. [volume] (Oroville [Calif.]) 1866-1887, 1866-09-29

POetlcal Inspiration.

In 1858, the editor of the Sage Brush, then
rancheo, was present at a lecture delivered al
Inskip, by your humble correspondent, on Poetical
Inspiration-at that time did not enjoy his ac-
quaintanee, for
He stood unmarked amid the throng.
In rumination deep and long
And perhaps close observer
Might have seen with sudden grace,
Poetic thoughts run DER his face.
But had have known at that time that my hum
bic effort witnessed by talent of so distinguish
ed cast, l might have become diffiient and con-
fused, but proceeded with my lecture under the
mediocrity of intellect, tina. had no disposition
capacity to masticate the substance of my dis
course, under the dental equipments of critical
alanalysis-but appearances will deceive" and
murder will OUT There was "a child among Us
taken notes. ard after the lapse Of five long tedi-
Gus years Of toll, of struggle and change, this
''child' OF destiny, like Cincinatus, of the oden
time is called, not from the plough to the sword,
but from the plough 10 the pen, which is more
powerful than the sword, and in the Sage Brush,
produces a critical Renaissance of that almost
forgotten event, and having been informed that
was once in the pitch business, wishes to know if
there is any poetry in pitch? Yes, Mr.. Sage
Brush will answer your question in a direct
manner-there is poetry in pitch and if we
pitch in will discover the marvellous poetic fact
The mighty pine that absorts it from the earth and
the atmosphere stands like living sentinel on
mountain fortress, reaching forth with his emerald
branches TO embrace the fragrant zephyrs that
move up from the tropics, carrying in their bosoms
in latent state, the very quintessence of pitch,
while he huns a low melodeous tune, as poetic, as
grand. as glorious in its way the silent music of
the spheres motioning to the sunburnt denizens of
the plains with all the persuasive eloquence of his
nature, TO come and lie down under his shade and
rest
There is poetry in the axe strokes of the boxcut-
ter, they echo through the dim old forest, while
he is opening the veins of that majestic pine, 10
bleed him for the benefit of suffering humanity.
There is poetry in the very wagon that draws ii
from the forest to the disllery, its wheels crate
on the gravel to the tune of half cent per pound.
1t enters into soap and is manipulated by the
washerwoman with her ''rub-a-dub dub, = until all
the dirt stains and spots disappear from the fine
linen that adorns the angelic farm of lovely wo
man and thrills the poets soul with song in praise
of the combination of natural and artistic beauty
The violinist touches his bow upon its magic sur
face, and discourses such ravishing music that
even the humming insects of the air become de-
mented with melody on the brain, and expire in
paroxysm Of intolerabe bliss.
1t enters into the nebriates gin, and soon the af
n Iov ,oI
the face to the tune of chow come you So
1t creeps upon the ceilings of princy mansions
and anon they CLEAN and glow with resplendent
beauty that almost rivals the heavens.
1t enters into pharmacy, and the great doctor ad
ministers it to his patti ent, who springs from state
of weakness and prostration into life of vigor and
health, prepared forever to poetize pitch
And he pitched into him,
And him pitched into he,
And the way they fit it was sin,
And terrible to see
But if have not proven to the editor of the
Sage Brush that there is poetry in pitch, it is not
the fault Of the subject but mine and if he is not
satisfied can get "Jo. Vera TO help me- for 'Jo''
evidently understands it better than | do.
If the Sage Brush thinks there is an absence of
''attc SALT in this little confusion his head will be
''clar.' for have the most exalted opinion of his
discrimination in regard to that same attic salt.
He says need some and would like to get little
just to see if it is salty Bill Nesbit has the salt
lest salt in the mines, and he may have some of
that same kind. l must ask him, however it may
be injurious to Honey Lake, the whole country
from there to great Salt Lake is celebrated for the
pungency of It's saline springs. PRES.