Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1880-11-20

The first verse runs like this" she
went on, taking courage from his eyes:
"How softly sweet the autumn air
| The dying woodland fills,
And nature turns from restful care
"'To anti-billiOus pillsp" added the
exchange editor, with jerk. "Just the
thing. 1t rhymes, and it's so. You take
anybody now. Half the people you meet
Il suppose you know BEST" interrupt
ed the young girl. hadn't thought of
it in that way, but you have better idea
of such things. Now the second verse is
more like this:
1.-THE dove-eyed kline upon the moore
Look tender, meek and sad;
While from the valley comes the roar"
"'Of the matchless liver padp "rOared
the exchange editor. There you get it.
That finishes the second so as to match
with ths first. 1t combines the fashions
with poetry, and carries the idea right
home to tie Preside. If / only had your
ability in starting verse with my gen.
ius in winding it up, I'd quit the shears
and open in the poetry business tO-mOr-
row."
think SOP" asked the fair young lady.
ut don't strike me as keeping up the
theme
'You don't want to. You want to break
the theme here and there. The reader
likes it better. O yes! Where you keep
up the theme it gets mOnOtOnOus.
Perhaps that's So" rejOined the
beauty, Frightening up. didn't think
of that. Now I'll read the third verse:
''How sadly droops the dying day,
As night springs from the glen,
And morning twilight seems to say"
"'The old mans drunk again wouldn't
do, would it?" asked the exchange editor.
Somebody else wrote that, and we might
be accused of plagiarism. Wemust have
this thing original. Suppose we say
now just suppose we say, why did l
spout my Benz"
SIS that new?" inquired the sweet,
rosy lips. "At least | never heard it be-
fore. don't know what it means"
snow? Deed it's new. Ben is the
Presbyterian name for OvercOat, and
spout means to hook. why did | spout
my Ben?' means, why did | shove my
topper? That's just what twilight would
think of first, yOu know, o don't be afraid
that's just immensew
swell. I'll leave it to yOu," said the
glorious girl with smile that pinned
the exchange editors heart to his spine.
This is the fourth verse:
"The merry milkmaid's sombre song
Re-echOes from the rocks,
As silently she trips along"
"'With holes i'm both her socks by
JOve~ cried the delighted exchange
editor. You see"
80 no, nor demonstrated the blush
ing maiden. "NOt that"
Certainly" protested the exchange
editor, warming up. mine to four she's
got 'em; and you get fidelity to fact with
a wealth of pOetical expression. The
worst of poetry generally is; you can't
state things as they are. 1t amt like
prose. But here we've busted all the
established notions, and put up an actual
existence with veil of genuine poetry
over it. 1 think that's the best idea
we've ssrnck yet"
Il don't seem to look at it as you do,
but of course you are the best judge. Pa
thought ought to say,
las silently she trips along
In Autumn's yellow tracks"
Wouldn't that dO?"
"DO! Just look at it. Does tracks
rhyme to rocks? Not in the Brooklyn
Eagle it don't. Besides, when you say
tracks and rocks you give the impress
sion of some fellow who's scratching for
safety. Socks on the other hand,
rhymes with the rocks and beauties
them while it touches up the milk maid,
and by describing her condition shows
her to be child of the very nature you
are showing up"
81 think you're right" said the sweet |
angel. III tell pa where he was wrong.
This is the way the fifth verse runs:
And close behind, the farmers boy
Thrills fort his simple tunes,
And slips beside the maiden coy"
land splits his pantaloonsp Done
it myself; know just exactly how it is.
Why, bless your heart, you"
Snip, snip. snip. Paste, paste, paste.
But it is with saddened heart that he
ships and pastes 9amOng his exchanges
now. The beautiful vision that for
dawned upon him has left but
the recollection in his heart of one sun
beam i'm his life, quenched by the shower
Of tears with which she denounced him
as nasty brute" and went out from
him forever.