Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1879-02-16
CORRESPONDENCE.
BATTLE MOUNTAIN, February l:

~ qndertS HOnhnent'tm ctrcumspGe, asked
a Cockney, who was standing by, if he knew
| the translation. ''Of course" said the man
t'that eere bit O Latin says if ye are looking
for his monument, SIR come an spy see mean
ing as ow this eer building was his monu-
ment." whats the meaning of Mardi
GrasP asked a gentleman holding promi-
nent clerical position of distinguished editor
whom you know in our hearing on last Shrove
Tuesday "Why," said scissors. 'it's some
id French holiday or other. l never could
keep the run of such things and never
troubled my brain about them" ~ thought
it was some saint" said the querist, "No,
it's not saint, it's only one of their holi-
days" and the conversation turned on some
thing else. Editors, you see, are supposed to
be walking encyclopedias, and therein people
are now and then fooled They are falliabe
as other men are, and sometimes not much
smarter.
There is no connection, but it may be use
full to Eastern journalists to furnish them
the following when they get on their philan-
thropc hobby on the Chinese question: We
had a neighbor once in Ireland named Gaff
ney, who was packed as full of scripture
Jack Arthur's dog who swallowed a whole
| bible. Jack used to swear that mis- "Collie"
had more scripture in him than any man in
the parish. Gatfney, who had been reading
the prophecy of Amos think it is in Amos
| the passage occurs-came in one evening with
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perfect confidence 81 haze aften thought o
whar the Almighty first had his bein' an |
haze Just satisfied mesel :" and producing his
bible he read with triumph "And God came
Paran. - Q'm quoting from memory, and
NAV not be correctly CHOW" said Gaffney,
eff that disna moan that he was born in
China, | want to know what it does mean;
for tax it that the word Teman can mean
naething else but China2' and he went away
satisfied that he had made grand discovery.
[ remember once a piece of annual poetry
by Henry B. Hirst-Endymion Hirst We used
to call HMM which he embodies Shaks-
peares lines, from Twelfth Mig hit
90 it came DER my like the sweet SOUTH
That bresths upon bank Of vioets,.
Stealing anu giving od0T.
One line of his plagiaristic travestic ran
"AthorGrt my senses creeps delicate smile.
Elegant isn't it? and yet that man actually
set up for a poet, and published several
volumes, among the rest an Endymlon which
l have seen rated above Keats
Ap,vpos OF Hurst, he and Thomas Dunn
English had un;9 long controversy over
what they we're pleased TO call poem, as to
which stole the others thunder. Hlrst's be-
gan, and we can only recall the first line:
Morn the silent landscape, nature woke"
While Dunn's, which was a humorous piece
of descriptive rhyme, began,
Morn in the silent workhouse, Peter woke.
Trembling with to think of credit broke"
The rhythm and the wording of both were
so nearly the same that one must have been
a parody on the other, and yet they both |
stoutIy claimed the distinct originality of EACH |
and asseverated, as men of honor, that each |
had been written without having seen the
other composition. 1t is unsettled to-day,
and, like the authorship of Junius letters,
NOCn1ng 10 wear anu DedutIlul SHOW, luuSJ
always remain so, for poor 'Endymion' died
in the almshoUse, and il DR.. English is alive
he has probably forgotten that passage of
forty years ago, as he was not young man,
even then. We crossed the Atlantic a few
years ago in company with two young school
teachers from Illinois who were going abroad
for a vacation. They were enthusiastic jour
nalsts, and noted down everything, We re-
member having furnished them some anthem
tic stories of Ireland At Lime street sta
ton, Liverpool, l saw rollicking young Irish
man who was also a fellow passenger, bid
them good bye. He joined me few min
utes later in the hotel and then he remarked
that he had just seen his American friends
off, And be the big piper" he remarked,
"they're qusre ones. What do You think |
saw wan of them write?" We didn't know
/" Well bad luck to the lie I'm tellin ye, but
as we passed Tuscan, [ was lucking out af
the chart room window, and me brave boy
was busy wild his Journal, an l could see
every word, for he was sittin' Just below me.
1t wasn't dacent of me, mebbe, but bad luck
to me if 1 cud help it. Well, sur, he was
describin' the scenery, you see, an this was
the way he did it: This coast is very wild
and savage looking. The rocks rise right up
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