The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1869-11-05
TIFFIN TRIBUNE
TUE FRRFIDIOUS MILLER.
By z. p. sHrLLABEE


By I. ?. sHiILABEE.
4 romanee founded on the weII-knoaA Iege
OF the "aIiller OF Brsntnsl Mere" wherein {
= Eesiurei miller comes TO a moss disastrous er
, according 70 the most exact code OF poetic j,
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The cir II chilly on heath aad hill:
Beyond the desert plan
Tie scnbre min stands hesIkenisg stIll
T. the rivers sad refrsin:.
Seeming dreaming.
In silent paiH.
OF something sadly agaiast - grain.
The mil la.np glo,rs, and the win. .ior show
Rcd in IL iurid -ay,
And The beam ou:goes where the water flows
On its turbid and suilen wey;
And q the tide,
Where smiles shouid play.
TIlero'- gloom as IL the DEVILS u Psy.
The great wheel groans, and the huge mill stOH
ilCbeW up the yellow corn,
} But in the tones there are fanciel mraas,
And sounds OF woe forlorn;
Aad shivering there
Stands Miller Horn,
With ralid face f terror born.
All. guesses he well, would he bu; tell
That sorry strain he heSrs,
That. like kEeIl Of bell or a yell,
Keeps sounding in his ears;
Ringing, dinging.
Like note Of spheres,
I
His matted hair diverges there
And chatter well bis :eeih;
he hears despair in thu ambient air,
And demon underneath,
Striving, driving,
Withs fierce, pent breath,
To oreaeh him, he feels, with stroke Of death.
Twas midnight hour, when ghosts have power;
And there amid the gloom
Did he wildly glover through the mealy shove
As If to read his doom;
When to his ear,
As from tomb,
A voice cried out-ssWe come-make roomw
Then by the door and through the floor
Came imps of ghastly hue,
Demons galore and more and more
They crowded on his view,
With fell intent,
He too we'll knew,
TO put him most severely through
Bot, UP 10 snuff, he tried the bluff
He knew the game quite well;
He was good stuff and tough, but rough
Did conscience in him swell;
And bluff he found
Though here it tell,
Was not game TO win in-some other place.
''Who are you, pray, that come this way.
| In such fanfaronade
Hast been in, say the Black Crook play.
/ That you are thus arrayed.
Dost think that
VIII be afraid,
or AZ your monkey tricks dism4yeds
''If spirits thou, pray tell me how
fYe constables' ye SHE'D
For round here now they Inrk and bow,
| And watch on every side;
Not ardent thou
Identified,
Or seized thou'dst been ssd strsiehtway tried
/ Then from the Tout -prite steps out
A ghOstess very grim,
Both tall and stout, and sereeches out
speech Of ghostIy vim
While on the wall
The light burns dim,
And all the imps glare fierce At him.
'Dost not know me, thou pcrnrcd he
Better that thou ne er wastI,Orn
I am.she whom thy perfidee
Consigned to fate forlorn
You playedm false,
And married Mrs. Horn -
ALAS - he cried, 81 own the corn
a. Fou swore,'' she said, shat me you'd we'd
The dearest you had seen
Then straight you sped and marrIoI
Amanda Agnes Green
And I, al me
In bitter spleen,
Jumped overheard and closed the scene
'sYou- vow you'll keep; no more you'lfsleep
'Twixt peaceful blankets twain
The frogIe.s peep above the deep,
Where so long have lain,
And that with me,
BY might and main,
You'll share my river-bed is plain.''
With bitter shrek, with deathly cheek,
snow spare me, pray" says he,
.'Your looks lbespeak some dreadful fresk,
That means no good to me;
My wife at home
Will nervous be,
If don't come 20 time nor tea.n
With jump and bound they grrt him round,
They bound him every way
HIS head was wound with mesl-bag found
His tongue alone had play;
And hard he begged
For another day,
Mt the ghoste=r, claiming The groom, said 'Nsy
The miller they seized, the miller they sqaeeze
In the hopper, and down he sped;
he merely sneezed as the grinder seized,
And never opened his head;
Indeed I'm sure
All hope had fed
Ere he was ground to gingerbread!
The mill still means in sorry tones
For the miller's cruel end,
And the miIler's bones on the senseless stones
With rye and Indian blend;
While underneath
Doth still contend
The struggling fend with wrench and rend.
When the storm o. nights the soul nffights,
And with fear the nerves are torn,
The gossip delights as she recites
How the ghostess doubled the Horn,
When in the night,
Through the hopper borne,
The miller followed his grist of corn.