New-York tribune., 1875-12-04


The devil in him: nis, the moment,-mIne
INV ''' He names her name again.
"you were iust-mercful as Just, you
In giving me no respite: pnnisiiinent
Followed offending. Sane and sound once more
The patient thanks decision, promputnue. -.
Which flung him prone and fastened MN fom huIs
Haply 10 others, surely to himself.
l wake and would not you had spared one Panb'
Airs well that ends wcll'
And so on, for the space of ninety lines,
The brute and blackguard mouths his lyric love-
Falls on his knees, aliases to the dust
His naughty seliishness To which relapse
This much nuch else omitted is the pith
OF her reply: ,,.....,
Your fate is Of your choosing: have your choiceI
Wander the world,-GOd has some end 10 serve
Ere lie suppress you! He waits: endure,
But interpose no fngertp, forsooth,
To stop your psssase; to the P IT, ,on Gno"sh
In the rush downward: free gaze and Fixed; ,,.
Your smiles, your tears prayers, curses move anke
My crowned contempt You kneeif fros'ra'e 'oui
To earth, and would the whole world you therep
A step: a voice "AU right" outside; the snob
Comes back a-sudden pushes wide the door.
Sees kneeler kneeed-to, deeply breathes an "Ah-h
True meodramal Take this pu-r-'se Of gold
Me hated riral in another LELAND
,T,riH make thee r-r-rich, You're wrong, my eager
t-f-friend
Dead ont o. reckoning! What says the snob,
Whom scattered evidence Of manliness
Made seem mani No explanation sought,
He belches bile and gall, stirs gutter-filth,
Names "bag and baggage" "friend-and-god
love-"
Insults bespatters, RACES. She, between,
SoOthes him, defes the other; then this last,
His knees still dusty from the abject prayer,
Again is devil. IIark ye, here's the dodge
To cook original passion: what men do
laft theInd do nd yyh they
Do; none can guess what next shall hap the tale;
Passion is incoherent, and you've still
Nature to fall upon.) This Album-book-
Hail, sham o5Equity, lugubriOus ptot!-
Is well nigh read you end the tangle, smash!
Here's Brownings recipe; take heaps o hate
Take boundcss love. hydraulic-pressed, in bales,
Distillments keen of baseness and OF pride,
And innocence and cunning-niix 'eIn well,
And put body round 'em Add the more
O. this or that, you have another,-stay!
The sex don't count; make female of the male,
Male female, all the better; let them meet,
Talk love- hate cross, till satsfied-then, kill
So here: lord, finding situation tough
(Between two fires. hate and n horsewhip-threat.
Writes i the Album, goes without and waits.
Superb One. having read takes band of snob,
Accepts his love till death: then lord comes back.
What did he writci Refinement every inch
From brow 10 boot-end" twas threat to tell
The country curate Of his wife's disgrace
He. the dsgracer! Snob gets wild at that
Screams, jumps, and clutches
All at once we see
One character dcad-but how, we don't quite know,
Then She Superb One writes in Album dies
By force of will mo hint of instrument y
Leaving the snob alone and much surprised.
Cousin is heard without; but ere the door
Opens the story closes. Only this remains,
The last conundrum, hardly guessabe
By the unbrowninged mind. Since what il means
If aught the meaning, means some other thing
And that thing something else. but this not that,
Nor that the other,-we adopt the lines
As most expressing what we fail express
Our solemn verdict handkerchief and all,
Upon the book we quote, with grateful heart
"All's ended and all's over! Verdict found
Not Otiltf-prisoncr forthwith set free.
Mid cheers the Court nretends 10 Disregard
Now POrtia, now for Daniel, late severe,
~ last appeased benisn9nt! ~ ,I,ls m go,ng nan
Hep-hdS The y0ung pidn'S foi6'es bnf no fduR
Hes rirgin s0H-O frjend must ctitrG
Think no plGHf callci " lore Grotcs rd-n friend
M0g introduce. and name the bloom, The frutP
Here somebody darcs wave 2 handkerchief
She'll want to hide her face with presentlyi
Good-by then! Ciqno fe,'ei, ciG'o fedd,
dddiO y Now. was ever such misake--
Ever such foolish ugly oInenl Pshaw!
Wagner beside AiaO te soto. te
Solo dDdi = That's worth nifty such
But, mum, the grave face al the open door"
The meaning ask you, q ingenious souli
Why, were there such for you, what then were left
To puzzle brain with, pump conjecture dry,
And prove you llttle where the poets creatf
Great must he be- You therefore little go!
The curtain falls the candles are snuffed out,
End, damned ObIjqutg, lu0ubrious plot!