The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-04-22

hem all when gave them to him, I
vrote: s'To my first and best friend in
london
He took me home with him. But for
him should have been very i'll that day.
now begin to find out, however. that
this strong, handsome fellow. half lion,
half lamb, was as kind to hundreds, to all
alike. as he was to me. ARENAS Ward
died. one might almost say, in his arms.
ssDon't tell my mother, Tom. Don't
let them write it to her. Keep it from
her for year or two, and then she will
not know it till she sees me on the other
side-for she is very Old
The very first evening spent with Hood
he brought out great big basket and
emptied it on the table. This was his
fathers scrap-basket, and contained all
the papers, manuscripts, and drawings
that his son had got together and kept.
Of course wanted to see the s'Bridge Of
Of Sighs;'' but there was not one line Of
it to be found. There are few lines,
however, that were meant for this poem
perhaps they are the very first the
great, good poet conceived when this
poem was in his heart. And here they
are, just as I COPIED them that evening:
Cover her; cover her;
Throw the sod over her,
| Hide her from God.
| And then after that and further down
on the sheet is comic picture. Then
still further down this:
ssHello! Who comes there
Was it some one knocked? Perhaps it
was man with dun, and the poor man
knew his step.
sometimes wonder if the world, the
well-fed, fat, fashionable world, when it
reads with intense pleasure certain poems,
ever recalls the fact that the man wrote
! them without his dinner.
What curious pictures and drawings we
came upon; such things as could only
: amuse little children. and they were all
: patched up and fastened together, here
( and there, with waters.
4 Then the son told me that during the
last few years Of his fathers life he could
e not sleep for pain, and SO sat up and made
: pictures for himself and sister and when
1 hev would wake in the morning they
< would find these things pinned and pasted
r all about the wall.
i. Tom Hood is dead. / sit alone before
my task. and shall not 60 on with it for
|, many days; for what Is the use! Lonss
a don is not the London it was.
S Here lies letter from those who watch
. ed with him to the last. 1t says he
e spoke so often Of me, and said would
d write verse to his memory.
d No. cannot begin it. And what II
did? 1t seems to me to-day that there's
n 20 good to do anything except to do good
# to others.
v Death is in the world.
Q Pardon this rambling sketch. know
b that it tells but little Of the story OF his
It life or the good that was in his heart.
Yet why should it! The first is known
a. to the world, the latter is known to God.
And that is enough.
Id l lay this handful Of crumbled leaves
III on his grave--leaf and thorn and bios
som--gathered to-day loosely and sadly
n as went back in memory alone over the
tie path we walked time together. l have
N. not heart to arrange them better now.
to Tom Hood was toilcr for his bread,
"A hard-worker. He needed rest, and
an know he has it. He was poor. not desti
tute; but like myself, he belonged to tn
on great majority-was born poor, live
poor, and died poor.
It Something is surely wrong. A ma
NAV edit journal, or write thing tina
ed makes million people happy, and yet 3
ad left to 60 hungry; while man may ngn
ad . battle, that makes thousand peopl
miserable, and for that get wealth IN
~ honors without end.
How black aud worthless all this read
~ as turn back and read it over. 1t
half about myself. But have notice
.ea that in any great grief or any great 10
:. our little selves become the little cent?
- and we can see no further. We stan
'ud alone in the little present. We stand .
~. 1.-THE Bridge Of Signs" that reaches fro
the dead, dry past to the unborn to.mo
:. row. and see none Of the beings that It'd
and toll, and battle, and bleed, and d
ind about us. Good, gentle, genial frien
farewell!
ed. Here is a fact for the boys. ~
other day, when it was very cold, ! d
hung Thermometer outside windo,
did whence the wind blew it down into =
was snow beneath. When dug It out Of 7
la snow, found the mercury up to :
UGH freezing point; bit it sunk immediate
he to much lower degree. Few think
this uniform temperature Of the sno
on and that, relatively to some other thin
pic it is very warm. The inherent Gallo
Of OF snow is a most valuable source
ugh warmth to persons caught out in the G.
beyond shelter, as they would find
burrowing in it: when, with the aid Of
buffalo robe or blankets, one might sl'
me. comfortably and safely; though the Iri