Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1878-09-19

But. having none, his spirits arc cast down
And noble acts, he otherwise would do,
On this account - the grandest motive
Do fail to be enacted.
The finishing touches had been put or
the poem at last. and l was so highly
elated that could hardly contain myself
All was bright and joyous, and as gath
cred up my first child-born of my poetic
brain-and placed it in my pocket, | was
as proud over it, and came very near max
ing rs much fuss, as little girl does when
she receives her first doll. l felt so happy
that [ was just on the point Of rushing
over to Uncle Blunt's with it, having no
doubt he would See and feel its many eX-
cellencies as l did. He always shows a
hearty appreciation of my efforts in prose.
and | thought it would be selfishness in
me should not allow him to share with
me the joy and happiness incident to the
production of SO grand poetic effus:On.
But, suddenly remembered that Uncle
Blunt has passed the prime of life, that
the fire and ardor of youth are quenched.
and concluded to have an acquaintance
copy my production, and then present it
to Uncle Blunt as contribution for my
paper. l had it copied, and started to
Uncle Blunt's. 1 found him at home. in
conversation with g. friend. They were
both in very pleasant state Of mind, and
| thought ''now is the golden opportuni-
ty." l confidently handed the paper to
Uncle Blunt, remarking that it was con-
tributiOn from young man of Bozeman
to the COURIER, and that l would be
pleased to receive his opinion as to its
merits. His friend desired to hear it, SO it
was read aloud. When they got as far as
''hand and fortune" they both broke out
in good hearty laugh. did not dream
for one moment that they were making
fun of the composition, but thought that
they were laughing at the ridiculous idea
that any young man of BoZeman had a
fortune to bestow with his heart and
hand.
l said nothing, and they read on, until
they came to ''warm desires,'' when they
both remarked, "That fellows got it bad.''
10 tell the truth, l really thought had,
or was going to have. but said nothing.
They read on to ''bliss," but my feelings
were anything but blissful when they re-
marked. 'Well, that fellow had better 90
aid soak his he;i..! y
was so dumbtounded could not say
anything, and hardly realized hat they
were still reading the poem, until herd
them say, 'Soft as melted butter" ate:
shielding her through life.''
They then read on to 'Give us a rest.''
and was surprised to hear them say that
the expression was not only a very ap-
propriate one, but very well put in.
by this time they were both highly
elated, and could hardly read more than
one line without stopping to laugh.
When they got to ''fingers touch," they
said ''bosh and such bosh !!''
But that was nothing. JUST Judge of
my narrowed feelings when Uncle Blunt
mad got AS far as ''home," and his friend
turned to me and said: "Why that fellow
s Mormon
By this time they had exhausted their
Of epithets, of an article so exc
'rable in their sight, and it was handed
lack to me with the silent contempt they
thought it merited. My heart
vas on the ground, and l felt as fond
mother would feel should her first baby
Ne abused-its many points Of beauty in
Ter eyes being characterized as hideons
eformities by the slanderers; its finely
hiseled nose being called a pug, and IN
ended only for pot hook; it's beautiful
Expressive eyes as having a squint its fair
elvcty skin, finely chiseled mouth and
hin. called coarse and dark, and it accused
t having niger for father. Judge of
ow a mother would feel under such cir
and you know just exactly ;
ow felt at the time over my pet. II
Could it be possible, thought, that
here was no sense in what had written.
ot even one line, save '.give us rest |;
nat was entitled to praise. Had written .
in an insane frerzy, or was sane? 10 I
st the matter | called on another friend,
nd was agreeably surprised and highly I
ated to hear him say: at is good, it I
rows considerable genius, and an init |
late acquaintance with human nature on ,
'e part Of the writer, and some OF the
mes equal anything ever written" Twas /
Jumped. Though all were equally ignor-
It as to who was the author of the 4
Dem, one friend had praised it, while the '
hers had seen nothing in it save that de- /
irving ridicule. Who was in the right a
to ascertain to certainty. II
Having concluded that Uncle Blunt and i
8 TREND were not very good judges Of t
'etry, determined to put them to the G
st. again called on my writing friend 8
ID had him copy for me one of the gems q
ByrOn-the poem commencing, s.When s
1ream that you love me-"
With this in hand took the first oppor- Il
nifty to show Uncle Blunt another con- b