The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-04-30
Eddie and His Twill Poetry.

Eddie and His Twill Poetry.
know of a wonderful little boy, hardly
six years old, who is going to be poet
one of these days, that is if he has fair
chance to be a child first. 1t would be
dreadful if the gifts of his coming years
should be brought to him so soon as to
weight his childhood down and make him
weary and worn before his soul has
chance to grow. L am glad to hear that
he is merry, free-hearted little fellow
now, fond of play and not SO very very
good but that he can sometimes get into
mischief. Still, those who are nearest to
him know that strange thoughts fit
through his baby brain, and that his
dreamy eyes often look far, far away,
whittier no one may follow him. He
goes to the seaside with his mother
sometimes, and digs wells in the sand
like other youngsters, and runs about her
in great glee. Then he will grow sober,
and after while he says:
Write, mother-write just what /
tell you. I'm going to make some Twill
poetry"
Here is something that he made in
this way after few moonlight visits to
the beach
TwIRL POETRY.
o moon i! o moon moon!
Throwing the light on the ground 30 holy like,
And the stars twinkling so brightly and merriy,
! As if it were Christmas,
Or a soft, witchy day when the witches charm their
caldrons;
And the trees waving and shudderng in the court
! yard,
And the lilies flowing on the brooks merrily and
lovely,
And the pebbles glstenng in the moonlight so
merrily,
pelts of rain
Glistening dropping, breaking
And the bears hiding with leaves and brush in their
dens,
! SO dark and curious
I shall forget the moon! the moon. the
Shining so merrily the sea,
On the bosterous sea,
And the waves dashing and breaking on the beach,
And moving about so gracefully,
And the rainbows in the night striped and lovely
never shall forget the wrecks the wrecks! the
wrecks
And the rocks spreading danger in the sea,
The waves trickling in and out the rocks,
And the breakers whirling, twirling,
As if giant were stepping on the earth and making
it tremble,
And Jupiter throwing down all its riders out o
Thrashing up the earth, and breaking the heavens
"Sign it by THE GREAT ARTIST, Ed
DIE, ESQ.,, Nov. 81, 1S74'-iust those
very words, MOTHER" he said when the
verses were written, and then he ran off
to play.
Here is the second part of this Twir
poetry written two days afterward. You
see he knows nothing of rhyme yet, and
his thoughts are made up partly from
what he observes himself, and partly
from what he hears read and spoken by
those about him:
THE TwIRL PoErRY.-pART II.
| And the water squirting,
And the whales diving in and out, and spouting
water from their nostrils
And the moon shining so brightly ON the water,
/ And the water mermaids combing their long hair,
/ Dragging and floating in the water
And their shell combs glistening,
And the sword-fsh cutting the water with their
great swords,
And the trees blowing and falling with the great
hurricanes,
And the Holsters shifting the ground and spouting
up,
And the little shells washing on the beach and of
again with the breakers,
And the pieces of board washing to shore of many
wrecks,
And the sea-weed washing on the beach,
And the frgates riding the and tossing about
And yachts along the coast sailing, sailing, sailing
Should you like to hear some of
Eddie's prose? Well, you shall have a
story composed for his grandmamma on
Sept. 10, 1874, when he was exactly five
years and four months old. His mother
wrote down every word just as he die
tated it
THE RAGING ANACONDA OF THE DIsMAILEsr
WOODS As SOUTH AMERICA BEARS IN THE
MIGHTY KINGDOM.
As the raging anaconda was summing himself,
one day, on the high branches of weeping
willow, he no sooner opened his eyes than he
espied some lambs of a farmers in a near field !;
and no sooner he saw them than he sprang
, down the tree. No sooner the farmer beholded
the ''snek than he feared after the snek
three times round the swamp. and then
climbed up the tree to catch him by the tail,
when the anaconda turned and opened his
mighty jaws and grabbed the farmers hat.
Then the farmer climbed down as fast AZ any
thing and ran away, and another anaconda and
two old bears came and chased him till he got
out of breath, and then he made feast on the
old farmer.-From "Jdck-in-the- Pulpit ~.
Nicholas for May.