The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-11-13

"why, Johnny" rejoined Ned, rather con-
contemptuously, you can rhyme doggrel
what do You know about the classics or the
Haithen Mythology-about Jupiter OF the
SYPHILIS, Diana OF Hector, Venus or the Styx, or
any O. tn other ould gods OF goddesses; and
without illusions and sirlilys about them ?"
"a fig for go a1t and INC; gods, ia.
This bottle to your dhudeen black"
{Johnny drew forth from his bundle bottle
as ample in it's girth that before produced
by Fergus, and full to the brim, and placing it
before him, he continued his rhyme)-
without their help, that I've the knack
Than p you. with ali their aid, can do.
IL Be s' divided by tn. s1 Winner SINNER
'Mong all friends here So now, old Ned.
Do you agree or hang your head,
And own J XGu, Ss 1ad 5es MG, man.
As easy just cloth he'd measurer"
rhymes, indeed you call them rhymes :"
said Ned, with much contempt. Johnny,
you might measure yard of linen or dimity
ready enough, bnt you don't know the first
principle o. versifyin'. Sure you have eight
syllables in one line and nine in another, SO
that it seems You didn't know how even to
reckon them on your fingers, not to talk of
your KNOWN nothing at ali about the feet in
a line accordin' to the measure"
ISIS it that ! don't know how to measure,
ooh, don't allude to the measure O. wares,
but to the measure O. POETRY. But there's an
ould Latin proverb that ses-
mo Latin, Ned"
|. al wont coat (quote) it, as, of coorse, you
couldn't understand it, but it means, .let the
cobbler not go beyond his last;' SO do you,
Johnny, stick to your pack, and lave feet and
syllables, and invocations to thin that IN
dherstand the poethry." .
tsInvocations, and syllables, and feet! oh
murther i'll Irish"
..For feet this minute what II
Ills wings we want when we wopld "; II
So as we're them inclined to wet.
Let us your own bould verses get,
Upon pa e my SON think IF skep you.
There was burst of low laughter at this
effusion, and Ned looked, if must tell the
truth, q little stupid after johnny had closed
and as if undecided whether he should accept
the challenge OF not. Then after moments
pause he whispered into Martin Grehan's ear
''did you ever hear my verses about the rose
bud Of Ballintubber, Martin 7"
"Did hear the winds blowin'7 But don'i
repate thin verses, for all that, befear that
dhroll rogue, johnny, nd say you wor like the
piper that had but the wan tune"
aCome, Ned, my ould buck, where's your
heather gods now, and What value are they, il
you can't draw them for verse or two
when there's a demand in the market ~
sJohnny's right" said Martin, Can now
Ned, let's see what you can do for the honor o,
ould Ballintubber."
Ned looked up to the roof of the cavern
then down on its floor, then to the right ant
| left, then simpered and looked foolish, ther
turned up his eyes again, as if to catch the in
| spiration and chaunted forth, with serious
| though ludicrous emphasis,
..Minerva, wisdoms goddess shine,
And aid me. tuneful nine;
Bright Phebus Also god of day,
Incline thine aid to me, pray.
Diana chaste, and Juno grand,
It's YOU beg my friends to stand
Guild Homer. blind, sung wars of Throy,
Caused by the amorous Throian boy
And Virgil in his Eneid boud,
OF Dido and lucas tould
But if you will incline,
Ye gods and goddesscs so fine
Bright a enus, Jupiter, and Mars,
Ielona too that rules DER wars
With tn other gods ii yen combine,
In junction with the tuneful nine
To sanction my poor humble verse,
will an Irish ryme rehearse,
That shall ould Rome and Greece surpass
| AS does racer a lame ASS
| srrI, nt,s n unlrnr smile y said Ned. halkinI