The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-02-11
THEODORE'S LITERARY EFFUSIONS.

The New York Sun has the following e
planatory characteristic piece of poetry fro
Theodore Tilton, one of the principal actol
J in the Tilton-Beecher trial
Mr.. Sherman staggered out of the ranks
the Beecher lawyers and zig-zagged towar
OF the Independent for 1867. In those day
the Independent had seven columns to page
: Mr.. Sherman faced the witness and tried t
open the broad volume; but he is sma
man, and will always vainly outstretch hi
arms in trying to span the width OF fourteen
newspaper columns. He was ambitious ant
he failed ingloriously. The spectators laughe,
as the huge volume was rapidly getting thu
best Of the lawyer and threatening to slide
out of his grasp Mr.. Beach said that b,
would help, and together they brought thu
book into subjugation, spreading it out fla
and helpless on its back in front of Mr.. Til
ton. An editorial article on marriage an6
divorce was identified by Mr.. Tilton as his
own composition. and was read in evidence
by Mr. Sherman. The article recommended
increased liberality in divorce laws, con-
demned free love, and was written in a vigor-
Gus style.
81 wish you would give us some more of it, -
said Mr.. Beach to Mr. Evarts when the
column and half had been read.
ooh, it's splendid splendid" was the
rather indefinite reply.
READING VERSES
Then an article from the Golden AGE, laud-
ing the personal character of Mrs. Woodruff
and defending Mr.. Tilton's biography OF her,
was read; and after that Mr.. Evarts brought
out some amorous verses of Tiltons, originally
printed in the Golden Age, and read them to
the jury. The spectacle of the grim, dignifed
old lawyer reading, with all the fervor Of elo-
cution he could command, the warm lines of
a sentimental love song, was anonymously
odd; but it was an artistic performance, and
no words in the trial have more fully held the
attention of the audience. Commencing in
his usual cold tone, he grew with each verse
mere intense, until the last was delivered in
an impassioned way that would have made a
J Juliet jump right over the railing of the bal
cony. The verses are as follows:
Teach you French? Twill, my dear.
Sit down and con your lesson here.
What did Adam say to Eve?
dinner, Amer, cest 4 citTe.
Don't pronounce the last word long;
Make it short to suit the song:
Rhyme it to your flowing sleeve,
Ai1ner, Amer, c'est q uicre.
Sleeve, said, but what's the harm
Ii really meant your arm?
Mine shall Irvine it (by your leave)
dinner, Amer, cest rirre.
Learning French is full of slips;
Do as | do with the lips
Here's the right way, you perceive,
Aumer, Amer, c'est a uicre.
French is always spoken best
Breathing deeply from the chest
Darling, does your bosom heave?
Aimer, Amer, cest a riure.
Now, my dainty little sprite,
Have taught your lesson right?
Then what pay shall | receive? 1,
Aimer, dinler, c'est q Uiure.
Will you think me over bold
If linger to be told, :
Whether you yourself believe,
Al1ner, dimer, c'est a rilre.
Pretty pupil, when you say
All this French to me to-day,
Do you mean it or deceive?
AiRer, diner, c'est rirre.
Tell me, may understand.
When press your little hand.
That our hearts together cleave?
dinner, Amer, ccst cirre.
Have you, in your tresses, room
For some orange buds to bloom? :
May I such garland weave?
.4i1ner, ai,aer, cest riure =
Or. if I presume too much,
Teaching French by sense of touch,
Grant me pardon and reprieve.
Ainer, Amer, c'est a uiure.
Sweetheart, no you cannot go. )
Let me sit and hold you so.
Adam did the same to Eve
Aimer, Amer, cest a riure. =