The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1879-12-19
rROn THE OUACHITA JUNGLEs.

OF PENNSYLVANIA.
FROn THE OUACHITA JUNGLEs.
NOTES FROM THE EDITOR.
OUACHITA PARISH, Dec. IL, 1879.
"Necessity-thou best Of peace-makers.
As we'll a. surest prompter of invention
Help us to composition!'
My contribution of last week to these
columns, it will be remembered, IF 1t
be not forgotten, as own it might be,
and justly,) was recitative, as they say
in play books-the simple lay of
wandering squirrel.hunter celebrating
in prose the charms and ,suivete of his
misses. The effort, 1t must be con-
fessed, was barely passable, and In
any respectable waste-basket would
have found timely sepulchre, ele-
gantly superseded, Here IL Ties, the
latter word inlaid with pearls and
otherwise highly ornamented. In such
a case, no modern Old Mortality, riding
a Texas pony branded with hyero-
glyphics and armed (the pony, of
course,) with an engraver's chisel, or,
to speak more after the unities in
rhetoric, no begrlmed, whistling, pry-
ing printers devil would be long in
arriving at the true character of the
deceased, and at the conclusion once
trltely made, often quoted since, that
1t Is always best to let we'll enough
alone.
In rfh io 0s4os r1rA
BILE for its exquisite self-abnegation and
modesty, addressed to a freedman,
such as Rome had in his day, but not
such, in intelligence at least, as ours
are, said-Exegi monumentum more
lasting than brass. My effusion being |
in the monumental waste-basket, I
should have felt assured of pity while
living and fame thereafter, and that I
had actually got into the company of
the ambitious many of whom Long
fellow, reminded thereof by the olives
of great men," said they could in
Departing leave behind them
Footprints In the sands OF time.
But no such idle dream as that
that puffed-up Horace would, in any
event, have disturbed the certainty of
acquiring fame, posthumous though it
might be, since the struggle between
literature and brass is wholly unequal,
and could not in me find q plumed
knight, unless it were with tho brazen
standard on my cheek rather than the
gay ribbons and fummery of q Bohe-
milan on a paper crest with pencil
rampant. Horace, dare say, as much
as he knew of Falernian wine, had no
conception of the inexhaustible supply
of brass, or its constituent elements,
and of the ever-increasing quantity !
thrown upon the world, nor, indeed,
of the various and ever-varying uses to |
which brass is put; else, he had never |
dared Brass to a conflict with his odes
and satires, with school boys and
misses for champions. But this last
thought may have been the true in
spiration, since any mans monument,
entrusted to a schoolboy, is safe to
eternity. That chap will never finally
exhaust himself, even If he should the
race Of pedagogues-as, indeed, the
schoolboy surely is doing-but will
live on through the wreck of Kingdoms
and crumbling of thrones, and never
grow older or be less subject to the
head enlarged. There has been no lit
tie speculation concerning the thoughts,
feelings and fancies of the Last Man.
Barring the high probability that he
will be u woman, shall stoutly main
tain that he will be schoolboy armed
with Horace and one pocket plethoric
with marbles, with which to play
sskeeps," and the other full of cigarettes
and either green or dried apples, &C.
cording as he shall be called to account
in the spring time or winter. And
here, that I may vanish from the
stage contemporaneously with Horace,
shall implore this schoolboy-this
imperishable cornerstone of all things
to take n copy of this paper and pre-
serve il for transmission to -. Ha!
He will oven have 10 leave it at the
Dead-Letter Office, and pursue his
tourney in the liphtest marching trim,