The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1875-04-30


About this time every wear there Is a
housekeeping s9iree around the office of a
daily newspaper. The cobwebs are
brushed down, some kalsomning done, a
little paint applied, and the . head editor
turns the poetry" drawer of his table
wrong side up and sighs a still small sigh
as he regards the scores OF rejected manu-
scripts. Almost every day for the year
past he has tossed poetry into the waste
basket with liberal hand, and vet here Is
enough 10 NIL book. Some have been
saved To be returned but were never called
for, Others have ray or two of merit
others were laid aside out of compliment
10 the author, who Is level headed ON all
other matters.
All the crushed hopes buried In this
heap, The young, the old, matron. maid,
bachelor and Benedict have contributed.
Some We're thirsting Tor fame, others had
an hour 10 spare, and nineteen out OF
twenty have written at the bottom of the
last page: II know you like good
poetry" or, "Pleasc publish this in con-
spicuous place"
Some time last fall young lady, sitting
at her chamber window when she ought 10
have been i'm bed saw the cold clouds drive
by and heard the q .tober winds wailing
on the house top, and she ran after the ink
bottle and dashed off pound or TWO of
rhyme, commencing with:
This autumn eve the winds are blowing,
The phantom clouds are floating by,
Like rivers DER the rockets flowing,
Then
But that's enough. When n stone Is
called a " stonelet,r and a brick is called
a :. bricklet" such poety will be worth a
dollar line.
Next comes long letter headed /.
what Little Girl Thinks No one
will ever know from that letter what she
thought. The ink was heavily diluted
with water, the pen was as fine a "A pin.
and the mau who succeeded In deciphering
it would have had his eyes ruined forever.
The next is more poetry. Some poor
girls brother went TO war, and happening
10 remember IL she tunes her Tyre and
sings:
our Edward was a noble youth
When from his happy mothers home
He passed, In soldiers garb uncouth.
And left our hearthst0ne sad and lone.
IL appears from the above that Edwards
mother was hsppy. but as TO Edwards
own feelings there is no clue. He passed
but whether he passed to Canada or the
Potomac no one knows, though charity
supposes that he died on the battle field.
in their uniforms, but il seems that Ed
wards "gaIb" had an uncouth appear
ance.
Requiems are always In order. When
poet can't tackle any thing else he can
always make a strike on requiem. About
the middle of November Is the time TO get
up requiems on the dying year This one
came In about that time. The author
says:
Filled Is the air with snow lakes,
As pure as the mind OF bride,
In snowy white, on morning bright.
In youthful beauty and pride.
1t is q sad thing TO look upon snow
storm. especially If the wood-pile is lying
around loose In the back yard and the po-
lice are determined.to enforce the snow or
dinance. Further on he says .the winters
winds are cold,r but II he has any doubt
of it the American public will put up
heap OF money on il.
Poetry again. Ii is headed: "Alone,"
and the author says it is original. She's
young lady, and she trills:
All alone IN the twilight lighted room
I'm watching the shadows come and go
Like the restless tide with its ebb and How,
But darker than night is my sad hearts gloon.
Poor girl It's dull business looking for
shadows in dark room. And what could
have allied her heart that breach OF pro-
mise suit wouldn't have swept away
And here are two pages on ''Last
Rites" It's a woman's hand again, and
she says:
Lay her upon her bier
The summer, lately dead.
IL is sad thing To have summer pass
away. No more hanging over the gate,
no more strawberry shott-cake-farewel
TO peaches and cream The girl I'M
doubtedly felt sad, but she wasn't half as
melancholy as her father. who knew that
he'd got to lay in ten tons of coal and I'M
numbered potatoes and cabbages.
The next Is on "The Flag We Love-"
and young man must have worked on il
until three O'Clock i'm the morning, He
says that he adores the star-spangled ban
ner, and that he wants to die with it, folds
covering him. Flags are so cheap that he
can keep one on hand to be ready for
emergencies.
The next one starts of and inquiries
Where are the brides We used TO see7
That's the question. and as she does not
answer it She cannot expect any one else
10 bother his head. Boys have n habit of
"pegging' at birds. and perhaps the
worm crop vas failure and the songsters
had to hunt up fresh fields and pastures
new.
All well. There's dozens of pages
left, and ii will answer every purpose If
they are sent 10 the rag-mill. II it were
capital offense TO put rhymes together
every hangman would be killed by over
work within month. Detroit Free Press.
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