The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1878-01-14
THE POET or THE pINERIES,
whose Verses Rival Those Of the Great
Obituary hard.

t,,n NJ r'ioW, rHp,
GRAND RAPIDS, Mich, Jan. 5-Your cor
respondent lately visited Mrs Julia 4. Moore.
The Sweet Singer Of Michigan, in her home. near
Edgcrton. When the seventy N inc roof that
sheltered my poet friend hoNc in sight my
marvel was how much intellect could expand
and grow in n nero cottage like the ono before
mo. As approached the Wcathcr-bcate door
and knocked din upon tho, inside suddenly
ceased, and Il score or NOR" Of eyes were peer
INK ut mo from shutters. crcviccs. nnd pchk-
holes Bang. against some arti'l ~ furniture;
al mo with unmnasurabc amazcmcnt. while
around her trcmhlingly dung, several young
members of the within household. -
L. the lady of the housc at homG?' asked.
summoning a smile as broad as The occasion
demanded.
II guess that's me-" was the quaint reply.
and she whom | had thought 10 be the domestic
betrayed an undue look OF ,mporlnnuc.
=, Indeed. said but | moan Mrs Moore
Yes that's me-. too; won't YOU walk in :
Things amt very inviting. don't suppose but
it's washing dry up here.
Tho makeup OF tho poet of the pinerics, If
this was she, challenged my crcduIiiy. Her
personnel was beyond description. Ihnt short
will not be described; that long black hair
floating wildly around somewhat STOPPING
shoulder will not admit of it; and the merry
twinkle Of her coal-black eve shall not at
tempt 10 pnrticularizc. nor will reveal the fact
that her feet were shOclcsS. | said:
Really Mrs. Moore. ! hope YOU will not be
put out. see my coming Il inopporiunc;' d,
ain't often put out when frcds where
II mem. Mrs. Moore. hope you will not
be Disconnected. but will accept my apology
Maybe so but We folks up here don't use
such bg words We amt bred like city folks.
Just take a seat, and when put on my shoes
will take your hat" and away glidcd the song
have come. Mrs Moore. in duty to the
press represent to make your acpuninlance-
io learn more Of your history. Would you
plcnSc to give me brief sketch Of your lfcY'
! amt got only one sketch Of my life. and
that you will find in my book here This is the
way II reads:
"'i will write YOU sketch OF my life;
nwilh b, Of childhood early day.
And all who chance 90 read IT,
Noctiurlsin, pray.
Hero opportuncd a word to break the thread
"I Think Tho world has become uuits familiar
with that, Mrs Moore. Can YOU not mention
some unpublished statement Of your liicf For
instance, how did YOU first discover YOU could
write poetry p
"Oh. wrll, when we commenced to take the
papers. | saw them printing poetry not MALT 80
good as mine, and then thought how ME, it
would Ia To- publish some myself; 80 sent some
pieces 10 the papers.
" And niterward your poetry appeared as well
Not very much Somehow them editors
didn't like my verses at first. hut rs soon rs |
eoi my hook printed they was Just crazy 10 print
Would YOU please give me Il sample Of your
" A. -oon IL. find my pen" replied the poet
mn = rroiracicd search IN u pile Of chaotic
iNhtlNfl us ltf~f'il llNl nlEltN HlfIAl lfNl. anu
then the promised BRAIN work commenced.
scratch. scratch moved the slender instrument
" There sir. il the poem. You must excuse
mistakes. for ! amt much OF a scholar, you
know and she read:
Nruuiiui .f''. vfrcuharks
Suheth 10 iu f1s uiif bread
Now the |tr WiIIrf along
Amt untnurr v4.t l-h they're lead.
HuriHh iNl tDNiNfand cary,
Grttuh.. KS lIIr flN tlN.
How hrNr mfn nsht tor srteubacks
1otcn the nov, 90 all
We fought for liberty doubt
In stern rehelliD 20 hrnAvu unt
But not enough 500 urii h. Co Jaw
The hUt- fNf ltin1 grave amt
NitN the hNnthniisr. down viii go
&C. triuil, M tiNr dust.
y Wf where u,pHt Hui cary sent them.
90 tlr dnik anl silent dust
VIII you please Mrs. Moore, to state youi
" Nv nec we'll lets soc. | was most n few
week. oli WHEN cousin N"d chnc over to- plant
POTATOES On shares Tor Father Isaac. who lur-
/ rowe >ert 10 plant the lot down b, tho brook
Whrr' ilii' Jaini", poor boy lost his balance
and tuwl lci in and was drowned before Aunt
| Esther had finished milking --'
" llu were IN" oldest oi the family. were you
Not said L. intcrruItng this promising mar
| raiyr
No., 81 cour-e not. Ny father and mother
was older than M.