The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1878-01-22
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TN 2czcz1 TIE PIH22IEs.
Whose Views Rival Those Of the
Great q Situary Bard.
From Ths Chicago Tribune.
Yo,r correspondent lately visited Mrs.
Julia A. Moore. the Sweet Singer Of
Michigan in her home near Edger-
town. When the seven-by-nine roof
that sheltered my poet friend hove in
eight, my marvel was, how much In
tellect could expand and grow in .
mere cottage like that one before me.
As I approached the weather-beaten
door and knocked, din upon the in
side suddenly ceased. and a score or
more eyes were peering at me from
the shutters, crevices, aud peek
holes. Bang. against some article Of
furniture, and the door opened, and
the hired girl stared at me with amaz-
ement, while around her. trembling,
chung several young members Of the
within household.
lis the lady Of the house at homer"
I asked, summoning q smile rs broad
"a the occasion demanded.
Il guess that's me" was the quaint
reply, and she whom ! had thought to
be the domestic betrayed an undue
look Of importance.
"Indeed," said !; but mean Mrs.
Moore. the lady Of reputation and
Eyes, that's me. ton; won't you walk
in. Things amt very inviting don't
suppose, but its washing day up
here"
The makeup Of the poet Of the pin
cries, If this Was she. challenged my
credulity. Her personnel was beyond
description. That short gown. with its
prehistoric cut and dimensions, will
not be described; that long black hair.
floating wildly around somewhat
STOPPING shoulder. will not admit oft;
and the merry twinkle Of her coal-blaek
eye shall not attempt to particular
! ize, nor will / reveal the fact that her
! feet were shoeless. l said:
Really, Mrs. Moore. hope you
will not be put out see my calling
il inopportune.
IL amt often put out when Fred,
where l can call him. Be You a prize
6ghser:'
IL mean. Mrs. Moore, l hope
you will not be disconnected. but viii
accept nv apology for
"Maybe 90, but We folks up here
don't use such big words. We AIM
bred like city folks. Just take seat
and when / put ON my shoes III taxi
your hat" and away glided the song
stress to prepare her toilet.
/ II have come. Mrs. Moore. in duty
to the press / represent. Would YOU
please give me brief sketch Of your
iife?"
IL amt got only one sketch Of m!
life, and that you will find in my bool
here. This is the way it reads:
Ixili write you a sketch Of my lie;
II will be- Of chilsihood's early day.
/ And all who chance ." read 70.
No criticism, pray"
Here / opportuned . word to breal
the thread Of this already towel
known history:
II think the world has becom'
quite familiar with that, Mrs. Moore
Can you not mention some unPublish
ed statement Of your life? For in
stance, how did you first discover yo'
could write poetry?
"Oh, we'll, when We commenced 4
take the papers. / saw them printing
poetry not half 90 good Is mine, tbcl
/ thought how nice it would be to pub
lish some myself; 50 I sent some piece
to the papers"
"And afterward your poetry ap
peared ~ we'll as that of other pc
ets!"
mot very much. Somehow th'
editors didn't like my verses at first
but as soon Is l got my book printe'
they were just crazy to print EN-
"Would you please give me sam
pie ofyour poetry.
Gas soon As l find my pen" reptile,
the poet, and . protrscted search in
= pile Of chaotic rubbish disclosed th'
mighty moral lever, and then tn
promised brain work commenced
Scratch. scratch moved the slender in
strument.
"There. SIR. 10 the poem. You mus
excuse mistakes. for amt much
Of scholar you know, and she read
| Beautiful little greenhaeks.
Something to hy our bread;
Nov the poor viii get along.
And M more gill wish they re de Cd.
Hurrah for Cooper and Cary,
" Greenhacks rule tbs de-,
u How brave men fight for greeniacks.
| 60 tell the news to oil.
We fought for liberty, no doubt
4 In stern rebellion broken out.
Il But not enough greeubacks TO pay
y The boys for being grave and gay.
Nos the 6ondholders down viii 60
} To trSmple In the dast.
| In the dark and silent dust.
evil you please, Mrs. Moore, I
state your age"
i My age?-well lets see. ! Was mos
q few weeks old when Cousin Ne
came over to plant potatoes on share
for Father Isaac, who borrowed see,
to plant the lot down BY the brook
where little jamie poor boy, lost hi
balance and tumbled in, and va
drowned before Aunt Esther had in
ished milling
"You were the oldest in the family
i- v~m ,o% - sas1 intappunfin,