Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1876-11-17
THE YOUNG LADY REPLIES.
And Unsparingly Scores Q Reck.
less Reporter.


have bet the kisses on the election
is reported now to be sorry that
she did so. She neither regrets
winning or losing her wager, but
she profoundly abhors being men,
toned so increasingly in print.
She says that prose mention was
not so bad. bnt when it comes to
writing poetry about her she almost
wishes that she was dead. Because
she closed her note to The TIMES
with familiar quotation from that
expert in love making, Byron, a re-
porter with rhymes running through
his head had to sharpen his quill to
assail her feelings in broken meter.
She was in a rage yesterday 10 con-
sequence, and sent communication
to The TIMEr severely scoring the
young man for his conduct. We
cannot publish it. because profess
sional courtesy directs that any
thing rejecting upon the brethren
shall be suppressed. The follow
ing lines. however, although lack
ing that finish which comes from
careful preparation and IS i'm
Gus pruning in calm frame of
mind, possess, nevertheless, some
merit. Lest they should die un-
seen, and their beauties never be
known to an appreciative world, We
produce them.
oh man Of rhymes, high up on poesy's throne,
In thought Is fertile as the tropic zone;
Whose penchant wit cen like Lethe's stream
Flows without effort ard with dazzling sheen
Whose acquisitions in the paths of lore
Are much like pebbles on the oceans shore.
Scarce eomprehended by the common mind,
So great iu number and so rare in kind:
When next You venture TO line compose,
In metric rhyme or in common prose-
Pray heed the man dates of exalted breeding.
And give us something that is worth the resd.
ing.
There were some other very ex
cellent passages in the young lady's
satirical effort which we are almost
tempted to give for their intrinsic
merit. A regard for the feelings of
the reporter "a regard that he seemed
10 lack toward the young LADY, for
bids their publication. What could
be more incisive to even the most
obtuse and alligator skinned reporter
than the following:
wielder OF the quill, whose sapient eye. whose
mien,
Scarce fits the writer who yet would seem
To thnse who recr have delved in classic soil
And shared the treasures If her wealthy spoil
In erudltieu far trauscending men
Whose unpretcutious yet welicultarcd pen
In hours OF ease or fancy. Dire my fiction,
With pleasing taste has wrought in careful
phrase and dictioa
Odd fantasies, etc.
The lines mark the youag lady
as a, least the peer of the reporter in
w riting poetry. We shall endeavor
To- induce her 10 write further in
meter for THE TINES. Future con-
tributions, however, must be less
personal than this one. Should she
further cultivate this faculty tor
writing delicate yet telling sarcasm
she might vet have hope of rivaling
Pope's Duneiad or Byron's great
satire on the Scottish Reviewers.
The reader will of course have
noticed that in the last extract from
this young lady's communication
there is plagiarism from that cele-
brated piece on Night, written, ac
cording to our memory, by George
Francis Train. The original runs
might is the time TO toll,
To plow the classic field
lnteui 10 gain the treasured spoil
Her wealthy burrows yield"
The second couplet from the be-
ginning will be found to be singu-
larly like this. But it must be re-
membered that all poets plagiarize.
The burial Of Sir John Moore has
been traced into the French, and
thence into the German. each ante
dating the other. There has been
noticed u remarkable similarity be-
tween some of Halleck's pieces and
those OF Scott, especially his Bolts
of the thunders of war" song.
And everybody knows that Joaquin