, 1874-02-15

eut that the heart fee1s 1nos: when the lips move no
hut the eye spcaks gentle goodbye
! Why did Wardax content himself with touch,
I ing one tender chord? Why did he not SWEEP
all the strings Of his Dabyl onian harp as he sa
| under the willows and wept? While Ceres sniff
| fed, aud Pomona sobbed, and the Bheplerdosses
wiped their eyes with their crooks, why did he
not sing the rest Of the sweet song and tell them
that "Faseweil, farewell has = lonesome sound
and always brings eigh," and that Adieu,
adiou, may do for the gay" etc?
First sunny, then sad, Wardlaw next st1ays
forring to the closing proceedings is strongly
reminded " OF the important necessity of being
prepared to meet where parting is no more"
Why the adjournment Of the Grange should re-
mind him Of this necessity, especially as they
had but Just declared their purpose to meet
again at Charleston, We don't know. Possibly
Wardaw didn't know himself. After thia new
outburst Of grief Wardlaw dips little into the
classics, and says:
When Virgil b@de adIeu to his beloved In those bea-
puclla.' repeat but to admire. When Napoleon
Bonaparte looked upon his lovely Josephine, md
turned from her In consummation Of the darkest deed
his life, afterwards TO bc banished to lonely exile
the "Reminiscences but teuds to give us pain.
Here We protest against Wardlaw's efforts to
add to our pangs By lugging in Virgil and Bona
parto. Virgil had no special beloved He was
everlastingly bidding adieu to 81 beautiful girls"
So were Horace, AnacreoD, Tom Moore, and all
tho rest Of them. It is harmless little conceit
Of the profession to make people believe that
they arc always surrounded With fotmosn
puelln," to whom they are always saying good
bye. Thore is nothing in the prac-
tice which should bring = feeling Of
pain to the most sympathetic Patron of Hus-
baudry, and. ns far az the story Of Josephine is
concerned, my anxiety on her nccount should
be strictly withheld until the facts are officially
determined and settled By tho historian. But
Wardlaw's use Of Virgil and Josephine WAS not
for the purpose Of eliciting any expressions Of
condolence for those dead-and-eone lovers. He
is getting ready for moro rain. It ia his crown
ing e1fort-the climax OF his grand crescendo.
Virgil aud Josephine have no more to do With It
than Dio Lewis aud Joan Of Arc. They are only
the thin threads which string together tho
themes in this potpourri OF pathos, and he i'm
mediately jumps from Josephine to the follow
ing outburst Of transcendent agony:
SD though the thought though solemn tho truth,
some Of us will never meet again.
"'Tis true, 'tis pity, and pity It's, It's true =
but why should the pitless Warxilaw harrow the
Grangers with this trite and melancholy maxim?
Why. agonize the lovely breast Of Pomona, and
food the beautiful eyes OF Ceres, and rend the
hearts OF the Shepherdesses, and agltste the feel
ings Of the Patrons with q fact which is just Us
liable to happen when political conventions,
Boards Of Trade, Legislatures, and al other
adjourn?
Although Wardlaw subsequently declares that
the National Grange caps the last arch that
shades tho bridge Of the unfortunate bloody
cnastn, - and although be gives g. vermonter the
Patron Grip, whatever that is. he makes no ef-
fort to relieve his hearers from their sorrow or
rescuo them from the food Of tears into which
he has plunged them. It rains al tho time.
The sun does not come out again. The report
says: IA deep silence reigned over the Conven-
ton, II and then it abruptly closes. We presume,
however, that the other Masters went home
weeping, and, for aueht we know, they may be
weeping still as they recall the watery Wardlaw
from the land Of the alligator and the orange.