The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1876-03-24

4 roll and read in the same indescribable
jiunny tone
| "'The Seven Innocent fmps, or The
Bloodless Beast OF Ballyloggln.' Grea
1 gunsp calculated he, as the waste
basket caught ii.
"Heariv l cried, as soon as the grin
walls stopped echoing our laughter, ''ws
are lmproyingp
| MODERN HERo-BY HETTY BARTE.
Chick, he want much OF a cuss as ennybod,
could tell, y
II emmy thing happened ter raise muss ChicA
AM u nc enanced ter raise his fist q Christian
i fel'er fell
But the way he saved six drownden' men 'ut
make sick man well.
'Twere off the bar at Gillum's pint and Chick
| he war on q ratt-
Ef you'd seed the sail he had reckon you'd
fahed;
l'Twere alfriggcd outer single"
"Spare me, Feliciai Now, listen 30
me; it's sort OF madrigal, or something
or other mad, guess, and II 70 stoned
! x. Y.'Son.
Come trample on my heart
U, dainty onel
And will yield my very
SELF to theel
And, when thy pleasuring is
/ Fitly done,
Or what my heart is made, o,
| Fair one seel
A passion flower shall trail and
Twine and bloom
And creep and grow and stretch
Above my tomb!
.Fudge! Your turn, Uncle;" and the
waste basket grew one richer.
"Whewp said Uncle Rem; but
when he began we stopped him,
and two-thirds OF our manuscripts
went furiously into the waste
basket as soon as they were
opened. From among the few remaining
ones selected an lode to the Minute,"
| by Malt. Mitman, which / read as fol-
lows.
| Oh, how green the moss on eartnenwareI
How PINK butch pink-the miller's wheel,
That thro' the long night hours gives up
No mellow tinge the sun mas left, but shineth
stlll?
Oh, how heavenly sweet!
Ornamental seriously fathom the divine impe-
tus
or low, Immortal wordlings-an inflnitesimal
| Grain OF inconceiyabe littleness, whose core
"Forbearp cried Sandy, holding both
ears in highly tragic manner. what
have L done that am so beset with pun
ishment9 Attention all, while l unfold
another 'ode,' suppose-but this one to
Kitchen Towelsp Listen:"
y falf, Dlue nolu OF uselul, DloSSom1ng max.
| That goeth, anon, into the busy mart;
Where, bought by merchants from the har
den'd hand
OF toiling laborers, the plant is made
. 10 take such sembiance to the thread that
I looms
Are set to work it into fashioned lengths,
| That need no needle-wth a cotton line
| To follow it in it's penet attn way-but all are
made
without seam to mar the perfect grace
|
Baptize them ssTowes,n
And send them on their humely, useful way
| To where upon rolling pin they stay
Content in running -gears for many dayI
"Well, that's versifcation in its blank.
est sense" says Uncle Rem; ''toss it
down. Now, tor mine; 1t is entitled "A
Summer Day. and the author is IL.
Fellah.' Here goes"
Oh, the hot and dusty Summer?
Oh, the geese upon the common!
Oh, the dry pump in the inn-yardi
Oh, the horse-fly on the horses
Blind and sway backed, knock -knecd horses,
homeless, friendless, hayless, Berghless-
"Enoughl l cry enoughl" said your
humble servant, picking up q broad
white envelope, and Fastening to take
possession of the contents. i read the
two verses it contained to myself before
reading it aloud. In the meantime Sandy
shuflied the few remaining MSS. about,
and Uncle Renn blew his nose--a fact
unpoeticsf but true-and the big scarlet
silk handkerchief seemed to swallow
every feature but pair of nice bright
eyes, that beamed with, it seemed 10 me,
a rather peculiar light.
Then l read:
nest AND SLEEP-BY J. r,
When sinks the troubled world at eventide
| Into the twilight realm OF ofquietudc;
| gba n n n rnV nsitt
The shadows that by day ABOUT me brood;
| Then with the thoughts, that are each one a
| prayer,
wander iato that mysterious doop--
| Forgetting all the coming morroW's care,
| rest and sleep!
And when my Lifc's short day IL at its close
And have reached the hour OF last farewelis;
| W hen through the long night only shall heaI
| The tolling OF the solemn passing bells;
| When Hcai t-throbs 1Atter family anu are gone
| And when COLI dews upon my forehead creep
| Forgetting all things save the coming dawn,
| Pll rest ana sleep!
| "Save that" said Sandy, and we CAV
1 it place of honor. i'rhe only one ac-
cepted manuscript as yet; does it please
you, Uucle Kenny"
.Bosh and twaddlel ] should say
not"
you're hard to please, sir" said T.
awe have the majority, believe; so il
lb dCcepteus IEOceeus SUNNY
And Sandy read:
JENS FROM Bosu JILLINGs.
Tew bee without wlzdum liz az unfOrgiV able
az tew hev u crab apple tree without crabs.
1t IL the sine Of q phule tew tank u laiturI
out fur ter view the knoo mune with.
I 1t heZ a soberin' effect fur you ter bee kaugh
a talkin' at yer highest pitch arftcr the big or
gin in church stopps suddintlY.
"Jupiter Ammonl' cried Sandy, ant
whiz went that article into the nov
nearly-filled waste-basket. "Your turn
UncleV
| ga poem by Sally Gernon Whinberne, :
said Uncle Rem, obedientiy opening
fresh envelope. "Do listen, my friends =
Low and voluptuous music-tone swelleth.
Wrapping about me as under the moon,
| Where II pale star world its love story talicti-
Daintily calling on passionate juno!
"Shades of common sensow shrieke,
Sandy. "That sounds as il twas groun
out of a rhyming machine. Give me you
ears, Oa, my compatriots, and let us lear
LOVES ALPHABET"
There's something he would say to me
II A something I've not heard,
That in his hearb he holdeth dear