New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1875-05-27
PASSION AND POETRY.

III THIS were an OTulndTy DrcdCH VI Piohioo
case (FdUis agt Fitch, C. c. p, Liverpool
Eng.) VIC should say nothing about it. The
peculiar kind of folly developed by such re-
ports has become somewhat mOnotonous, and
there is sort of sameness in these amorOus
idiots. The beauty of this suit is that the
plaintiff, who was a cheesemOnger, wrote
poetry.n This touches us in q tender place,
because if there is anything in this world which
we admire it is "pOetry." 1t is 80 sweet.
Well, no sooner was the man of checses, soft
head, and long ears, in love with Miss Marian
Favis, than no began to strike the sounding
Tyre. In letter to that lady, no said in
genuously, 81 never knew that l could write
"pOetry before, but | have managed to put
"this together, | suppose through my strong
"feeling toward your 1t was a revelation.
1t was an inspiration. 1t was new life. And
it was as follows: "My darling Marian, Shall
81 write to say l love thcef And what is
"more, know thou lowest me, More than ever
al can tell! While my heart is warm with
Glove, Hoping, fearing, longing for thee My
Gown to be, thou spotless dOvew Now this
NAV not be equal to Catulus or Tom Moore !;
we have all read better love verses but it's
the matter we look at, not the manner; and
the matter VIC affirm to be from fair to md
ding. What could the young man say more
than that he was "hOping, fearing, longing"
The "bloom of young Desire and purple light
"Of Love" is ncater line; but it means no
more than the susceptible cheeseman's stanzas.
IT'S all the same thing. A wOOer may be very
much in earnest, albeit his Muse goes on
crutches and maltreats the shade of Murray.
This young fellow, writing there, surrounded by
Stiltons, and Double G!osters and Cheddars, and
other high-smelling cheeses, felt just as badly
as if he were walking in q shady grove, alter
natcly signing and playing upon the lutte,
and maybe on suicidal thoughts intent.
Pretty soon after he burst out again with
81 sec the shadow on the wall and know it is
"my Polly, And guess she's thinking well of
"me, whosc's here for love of Polly, And now
al see the light put out, Of that I'm rather
sorry No matter III go home and dream
about my darling Polly" Thousands upon
thousands of young fellows have almost dislO-
Gated their necks looking up to certain windows,
and watching the fitting shadow of Polly or
Betty or Mary Ann; but this lad invoked the
Muse, ard utilized his aeOnics as very few
would under the circumstances. 1t will be seen
| that his darling was Marian in one poem and
Polly in the other-but great minstrels take
| liberties.
Why do we smile ut these evidences of
hard hitsi Why is lover thought so silly
"All the world loves a lover" says somebody
and laughs at him, add we. A green youth
may be in worse business than love-mahing
1t is better than smoking cigars, or playing
billiards, or drinking ardent spirits from flowing
bowls. And what il lie does change his mind
What if the fire does so QUIT Isn't it nice
while it burnsl Alfrcd's, we must admit, went
out, quenched, extinguished, dampened; and
hence Favis ogt. Fitch! But wasn't it thrilling
while it lasied2
Poly-iIarian got G105 from spOOney jury,
and Alfred WAS forced to sell many cheeses
before he could pay that sum. There is this
comfort however, for the swain thus cast in
damages. lie has suffered he has been
wrctched he has undergone quantities Of pangs
he has lost G1O5 and more; but he knows
| that he can write Poetry.