The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1868-03-02

The Rniiad of sir sail.

The controversy respecting the authorship
Of ar ,cl, mo N Sleep, Mother" has culmlnat-
cd in n bprlesoue worthy of Maya" in her
nalniest and wickedest days. 1t will be re-
n,e,nherad that Mr.. Balls claim was first for
mollv mt forward by Messrs. Morse and
Marsh in one of the most ridiculous pamphlets
ever printed. These gentlemen were elabor-
ately fayed by writer using the signature
"W." in the New York Times. After delay
of eight months Mr.. Ball re-appeared in six
columns of the Tribune, with an exceedingly
Lame rejoinder, paid for as an advertisement
Thereupon "W." pursues his antagonist with
inextinguishable laughter through Che pages
of the Galaxy for March. We copy portion
of the ballad:
Hcsc Morse aud Afarsa made Assss Of Themselves.
1t MAS he donkeys Morse and Marsh that first The
st silence bro~e,
And like Sir Baaains ass the twain not only brayed
And th9u2h an angel stool Ia their path, and said
"Beware this day."
They spoke not like That sapient beast but quite
With slubbcrdegullion bribble- brabble, seventy
They said "sir Ball alone devised ard sings the
lady's song.
STRIKE Vi s. B3 Thy duleet voice viii deep con-
And then with horrible cruelty, Sir BAH did play
and sing.
Ho0 Sir Bail did invoke The Spirit Of his Mother.
Eul-hddle and leathery-brazen lungs did biare the
AL inteImixed with song of spoOks and Tophet's
And With ''SIStIer, motherl the dissonant slaves
were all one mutual cry
"Mother, mother, my mother, l p!upper' hoier,
The storm h, nv Breast mother, won't let me rest
mother; clcuded and sab,ed weep;
Rock me TO Sleep mother, rock me TO wake, mother,
rork me 10 wake and to sleepi"
And have ye belrd the ove-lorn cat, Sir Tom, when
he mIauis and meows?-
And have >e heard the seep'ess dog in the yard,
with his wal bow-wows?
together?
Co1celt We lion Of the tuneful strata Sir Ball did
below and etheri
Jaw-cracsing metrlca ion dire, and rhy thin that
ronjs tho bowels;
Hoarse, horrible mutual massacre OF consonan.s
Calathumpias dns and Calliope's yels, all sorts OF
- aurdl wrong,
All stridors mad nenaserie let loose, were in that
song.
And "Go It go 1t, noble poet' The onkifed did bray;
And Hoorawl our pote this pome he wrotel'' the
toadits all did say.
But into his ears at the earliest blast Sir Public
And saeiadded as fast as the guiltiest wretch who
knows the Cevil comes.
Apollo le1 aud hid his head in the realm OF the
dead below
The sweet ami silent pallid realm where discords
The deaf hes chuckled ;.dismay, despair convulsed
each thing that hears;
The stones were happy the corn resolved 1t never
would come 10 earsl
How the Race Of Boobies Implanted.
1t was the race OF Boobies whom hate with hatred
And pray sber heads may tumble off and roll about
the floor;
And every one Of them patted his plunch and sleek
Q i his collopy jowis,
and smirkel and smiled in ecstacy and looked as
And sieepiiy sid-"we cannot doubt-and proofs
Is staggering things
The lady's silence LOOKS like guilt-besdes, how
sweet he sings!
Behold his cloud of witnesses THE Original Jacobs
arisen"
whereat the toad,e, dinned the air with shrieks-
"..t's hls'n-ts his'nP'
But pale in latticei southern skies ladys face did
A shine,
And sal aud firm unon the wind clear vote muir
INJURED "Mine"
And ABOVE, a scowl began to knit the deeps of the
inner air;
And below it was fsarsome thing to hear sil Pub
lie swear.
Meanwhile Sir Ball upscreaked in song like thou
sand hles saws,
The bovine fiddle squeaked and howled and he jar
gonei out OF mis- jaws;
All his Mother, o mother, my mother" was ever
tho dominant below OF all;
"R)ck me to sleep, mother, rock me to Sleep moth
err" meri.y roared Sir Ball.
H5,o Sir Ball his Mother did ansper his Tnrocation,
~ith Ven0edncs!
TWAS his mother was reading aloud to the spirits
And tile q eat Harmonia was the book, and they
iuld understand;
And they vowed the noise made dark the sense that
never was light before;
And she amnled the book on the ghost of shelf
that held tue spirit iore.
The spirits smiled their glacial smile to her
paging gD-
Tor she suddenly hounced from out their midst and
down she scuttled below;
Sir Ball he saw her scurrying fast and kicfng her
skirts with speed
He knew that the prayers of tho wicked heard,
and felt him aky-kneed;
he twitched his mouth and neekly whined-"I feel
Inclined to weep,
For the spi 1t of my mother comes to rcck my
soul to Sleep
"I'll rock ye," said The good old dame and grabbed
him by tue h,il;
Her face was ashy willie with rage, and her eyes
did glare
She banged him twice she cuGel him thrice, then
for a rock looked she,
Aud down she pumped and hailed him prone across
her good old knee;
She settled him square, she fixed him fair, she part
ell his coat-t iils two,
And clapperty-cipperty- CLAP she spanked till his
trousers 1ittaring few.
SoIvaatW Tisu td5u,G.