The native Virginian. [volume] (Orange Court House, Va.) 1867-187?, 1869-04-30
PEGAsI IN HossKYARTEs.
GREGORY s soNSErs.

| GkE0UH1 S SONNETS.
If the above heading be not, as Chas
Reade would say. s'the best Latin go
ing,' then we would just like to know
where any better is to be had. No
That We intend to go in search Of t,-
for our choice Latin suits us better thar
.he best. 1t explains our meaning
briefly and exactly, and that ID more
than Tacitus himself could have done.
1t is true we might have made the
compound word 'sHoSskyartes'' divide
Syar-tes, sic, if you plcase) more intel
ligible to the non-classical reader by
AnglicisIng it, thus--Horse-cart, But
that would be disgraceful concession
to schoolteaehers, whom We in common
with all bad boys, despise. Moreover
1t would destroy the purity OF our dog
Latin, to which we are sincerely at
tached; and what is more to the pur-
pose, it would obscure our meaning. -
For it is obvious that a hoss is some
thing vastly different from 4 aorse, and
there lis a profound dissinilarity be-
tween cart and kyart. Those for
whom this article is intended will un-
derstand perfectly what we mean for
| the rest of mankind-piShl
Now there IS John II. Thompson in
New York, translating Victor Hugo
for Appleton's Journal. We know
what Thompson has done in the poeti-
| cal lire, and we all can imagine what
he might do if he had the leisure to de-
vote himself to poetry alone. But no
-unable to find even prose-employ-
ment in Vilgina--he goes to New
York, backs himself meekly into Che
shafts of hoss-kyart, and will break
his heart hauling sdch stuff as usually
goes in hoss-kyarts. ~
| There is James Barron Hope, now ed
iting the Norfolk vifginian editing
| it we'll, making a reputation for the
| paper, doing extraordinarily well--and
| DOING, doubtless, "a great deal Of good"
of the hosskyart keyind. Now, al
belt the hosskyart keyind of good is a
| good sort OF good-yet when we re-
member Hope in his little flower-hid-
| den nest at Hampton, easy, indepen-
dent-"the happIest man in the wOrld,''
as he will tell you-with law for pre-
| tence and poetry for a business and
when we remember how he sang aid
how we enjoyed his songs, an exces-
sively corrugated and brier-rootish
doubt arises as to whether the hoss-
kyart keyind of good, however indis-
pensa BILE it may be, is the coolest kind
of good alter all.
There is Gordon McCabe, fine young
fellow, looks like boy, but is the faith
er efa family and the head--yea, the
PRINCIPALS of a large and -four
ishing hosskyart school in Petersburg.
Wen, we have nothing to say against
schools except that they are the last
place boy wants to go to, ora man
aif har ifr t,-c, n 10 oel, Ii
unto Onrsef. A more dIrefIii and un-
endurable hosskyart than ..male aead-
emy," tlourishing of course, it is not
possible for the human mind to cor
ceive. But Gordon "makes ten be
don't mind it. Shool =.
Now here are the bound volumes of
the. Literary Messenger for the yerrs
1862 and 1868. Running our fingers
through the dingy pages a few days
ago. we renewed our acquaintance with
"Only a Memory a delicious little
thing; "Motherless," nearly perfect in
its.unaffected depth offeeling; DANTE"
a scholarly essay, which would adorn
the pages of Blackwood and "Rebel
Hall, IN quite another vein, showing
the manysided power of the author,
whose initials are Nv. G. M.D When
we read and re-read these poems and
essays. and thought of the sflourishing
male academy with its daily drag, we
cried aloud no, we did not weep, but
we said, rlt
"Talk me not your talk about your
indispensable hosskyarts. o eminent
'iy useful hoss-kyartsl are there not
mules enow for your especial behoof?-
Go your ways, we serviceable hoss-
kyarts, rumble your rumbles, rattle
your tail-Doards, and dump your detes-
table contents by the yellow Appomat-
tox's marge and IN the ilmpson- -wesdy
suburbs beyant Blandford or foreninst
the Fair Grounds-go your ways, and
let our young Gordon return unto his
gray goose quill"
But the hossakyarts answered never a
word.
Lastly, there is Ned Gregory, E dward
Gregory, Il. S. Gregory, (middle name
unknown to us) local editor OF the
Lynchburg Daily Republican, an ex-
cellent paper, and nothing like SO bad
a hOss kyart as male academy. For
your Pegasus in a newspaper hoss ky
art has more liberty of breeehing than
else where, and iii particular his crnp-
per is singularly eomplaisant, allowing
almost absolute freedom of tail, iaso-
much that the animal may even pun at
will, which we take to be the highest of
happiness in hosskyartdom. SO Gre
CORY is not as badly off as McCabe; but
still he is hitched to hosskyart aud n
heavy one it is, as we can testify, for
we have given your daily newspapers a
fair trial.
Now, in the year ofgrace 1S45 6 and
along there, when we were a precious
store-boy, and minded our business by
hiding behind pile of coffee bags and
reading Lalla RoOkh, while Charles
Jones, Bob Crenshaw and Beverley
Davis were outside in the hot sunshine,
weighing lump plaster anG country ba-
con on those old-fashioned scales which
we alas see no longer in Lynchburg-
in the year 1896, we thought we knew
something about poetry. Twenty three
years have convinced us that we were
In error. At even this late
knew very little abo"'
have likIr' uay We
.ss poetry. Still we
g Ior this, that, or the otber.