New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-05-02
loved in the private circle as he hOncrcd in his pub
lie literary life
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nc literary life.
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The hOmelv pathos which forms tue hey
note of these poems will compensate most Ieaoei' w
any lack of artistic pretensions lndeeu 'ho ""'
dsdaius all subseryience 20 poetic rules anu nus 10
lowed the impulses OF feeling without regard 10 oanon
cal preoedents He has derived his inspiration from
sympathy with the popular heart. ne IL AZ nou'o -
lowly dwellings and among humble io'E Iuo common
sorrows and daily charities OF life auoru MS "'o'''o
themes Each of his poems. however rude IN construc
finn is alive with touch OF nature Elsanguage Is Tue
dip,od Doric of the baokwoods but IL gives uterance
=, ,bo universal sentiments OF humanity The truthful
moss of his rustic portraiures will be admired by the
lovers of real he whether at the hearhstohe OF te
farmstead or in the drawing-rooms OF fashionable
society He Writes with sincerity, with naturaness'
Win deem and tender feeling and the rudeness of his
RHYMES will not prevent their finding tie way 10 the
heart Most of Lis poems too long for quotation,
hut we will venture upon the following, which is by no
means the most favorable specimen of the volume:
GONE WITH HANDsoMER MAN.
JOHN.
I've worked in the field all day. a-plOwin' the "stony
I've scodcd my team till I'm hOarse I've tramped till
rye eboked dozen swears Csos not to tell Jane bs)
when the pow-plnt struck stone and the handles
punched my ribs.
I've put my team in the barn. and rubbed their sweay
I've fed em heap of hay and half bushel Of oats;
Aud To the way they eat makes nue. Ike eatn leel,
And jane won't say tonight mat uoht mako ou'
meal
Well said the door il locked hut here she's left the key
Under the step m place known only TO her and me
wonder who's dyn' or dead, that she's hustled OIL pe
But here on the tables note and probably this will tell
Good God my wife is gone my wife is gone astray
The letter 1t says, Goodbye, for I'm a-g0lng aWN
But Tm going away to-day with q handsomer man than
yOu.'
A han 'somer man than me Why, that AMT much to
There. men than me 60 past here every day
There's an'somer than mel amt of the handsome
But iosia'er man than was guess she'll never find
Curse her! curse her say and give my curses wings
May the words OF love I've spoke De changed 10 SCORPION
Oh She fed my heart with Joy, she emptied heart
And now. with a scratch Of PEN she lets my hearts
flood out D.!
Curse herr her! say l. she n some time rue this
She II some time learn that hate game that two can
And long before she dies she II Teve she born;
Aud II pillow her grave with hate and seed II down To
ScOru!
As sure as the world goes on, there II time when
VIII T5ad the devsh heart of that han'somer man than
And there II be a time when he will find, Others do
That who Is false 10 can be the same with two
And when her face grows pale and when her eyes grow
And when ne is tired of her and she is tired Of him,
Size II 40 what she ought TO have DONE and coOy count
And then she n see things clear and know what she has
lost.
And thoughts that now asleep Will wake mp in her
And She viii mourn and cry what she has left behind
And maybe she III sometimes long Tor ne-iOr he-Du'
I've botted her out of my heart and Will not have
And yet in her grsh heart there somethin or other
That fastened a man 10 her. and wasn't entirely bad
Aud size loved tte Ithnk, aithoughit did NJ last
But must MT think Of these things-rye buried EN- IL
the past
IN take my hard words back, nor make a bad matter
she'll have tronbe enough; she shall not have my
But I'll live life osquaTe-and well know that can
That she always Will sorry be that she went with that
Dan'sOmer man
All here is her kitchen dress makes my poor eyes
1t seems, when look at that if twas holdn her
And here are her weekday shoes ana there her week
| And yonder's her weddrn' gown: wonder she didn
take that.
Twas only this mornn' she came and called me her
And said was maxim for her a regular paradise here
Before you pitch nm IN just keep him IN heaven spell
Good.byi wish that death had severed us two apart
You We lost wOrshper here-you We crushed lovin
heart.
II worship no woman again; but guess II learn to
And knec as you used to kneel before you away.
And il thought could bring my words on heaven to
And if / thought had some little influence There,
| would pray that might be- II 1t only could be 80,
As happy aud gdy as | was half an hour ago.
JANE cntering)
Why. John what litter here you We thrown things all
around
Come what the matter nowl and what We you lost
Aud here s nv father here awaiting for supper, too
I've been arding with hin-he S that handsomcr man
than you"
Tia Ia! Pa. take a seat. while put the kettle on,
Aud get things ready for tea and kiss dear Old John
Why, John, you look 50 strange! Come, what has
was only ajoking, you know; IN willing TO take it
JOHN 0sidej.
Well now II this amt joke with rather bitter
IT seems as IL d woke from mighty ticklish dream;
Aud think she smells rat for shc SMILES at me so
hope she don't; good Lord! Ihope that they did MT
hear!
Twas one of her practical driyes-she thought ia I'M
But III never break sod again till get the lay Of the
But one things settled with me-to appreciate heaven
lis good for man to have fifteen minutes Of he'll.
The Illustrations which are found on almost every
page of the book, have the quaint and primitive
expression as the poems, and add not little to their
| characteristic effect
PLAY AND PROFIT IN MY GARDEN. BY Rev. limo.
! PIP. 3i9. Dodl a Mead
| Mr.. Roe is evidently an enthusiast for the
soil but he makes 10 claims to infable authority in its
cultivation He does believe in the divine right of