Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1880-08-08
WEEKLY CHRONICLE.
FROM TIE SIN.
BY THE LEARNED PIG

BY THE LEARNED PIG. a
Learned Pig (layi'1g do'0m modern NoreD
l0qult~r:
Hrumph! Hrumphl Now that's really De-
iicious; as fragrantly fine as a sniff
From a lony-stowed and newly stirred
dust-hole. All! poets who prate Of the
Whit
From the brine, or q mignonette-bed, or
from lilac-buds rain washed st eve,
You are really quite out of the running,
rocco at least believe.
Hrumphl Triumph l think for our race;
we've been ridiculed rather too long
For cur appetite wholesomely catholic.
Popular story and song
Now find US justification. Gross porcine
D opensities? Bosh! s--as-
Seeing art now shares the tastes Of US
lovers of wallow and wash,
Really worth while to be learned, if only
in order to trace @r-
In modern humanity's boosted chef ID
CguvreS the modern traits,of our racel
Here now's novel; I'm told it issold in
all civilized lands,
And comes under modest girl-g Chances and
passes through honest boy hands.
Gadi it's pure dungheap-delightfull
No fat gutter garbage so rich,
'Twould satiate hogdom's keen greed plus
satyrs esuri6nt ltcn.
Roses2 l never liked roses, and lilies are
cold white lies,
Dreams, too and dainty ideals, they do not
find favor in styes.
Like something solid and succulent, tooth
some and titillant. Dirt? sse. 4..
Triumph! IT, useful commodity; Il never
found it to hurt. .,,-
Dirt? What is dirt after eli? A compare
tive thing | suppose, a~r -.
What do punctilious bards use for growing
their lily and rose?
Hate all such fnicking fashions. The
gushers would tiptoe through life
Like girls O er foul city crossing. Now,
right realism is rife
With a meaning the moOners I'll miss, but
which hogdem hsslOHg ago hit on.
Ali the stye could have given the cue to
romancers from Homer to Lytton,
Aristophanes smacked of our trough, and
the Pantagruelan snout
Was little bit poreine? Perhapsl But the
sparkle, the symbol flashed cut,
And the soft Whit of fragrance spoilt all.
No the tub is no place for the gem;
And as for strewn violets-pheughi Slsbbesi
hogwash were sicklied by them.
But lola, nowl Ali thel e's a writeh
think, as wallow and grunt,
| That the learnede,t pig of US all need no
deem it the slightest affront
To be dubbed Realistic Romancer. l
sounds contradictory, too,
| But the last avatar or romance Is so na
kedly, hastily true, -
| That / vow / myself should scarce grum-
bic at being suspect of part @
| In so painting the earth's Ordure-heaps OIL
the squalid back slums of the heart
| Were the world, now, all lambkins and
lilies, all sunshine and snowy-wingec
saints
There might be some excuse for the pril
who perfection persstently paints;
Now, were sinners all stately of port, clear
| of linen and dainty of taste,
| With nodoathly fag' end to their life, likt
siren gross fsh to the waist, Ky
Then the mooney romancists gush and th'
SNUG melodramist's rant
Might have more fit raison-d etrs thai
the fiat of autoCrat cant.
! But the new learned pigs-I beg pardon!77
| - the realist writers, know better.
| A fig for the spirit of high life-idealized
Let's have the letter,
The facts of the gutter and midden. l hav'
| grubbed with luxurious tusk in
An otfal heap rank as the slough so often
sive to fnical Ruskin,,
And found it a capital feeding-ground. Art
twould appear, has discovered
| The inner swine secret at last. Far tot
long in the clouds she has lowered e
| oCoIAlul Oh son ana ot cariloA. oO-t
there are glorious pickings
In what diettantI call filth. The boobies
their stumblings and Stockings
| Whenever life's roads bit miry remind M
cats in wet weather.
HoI for the rout and the wsllow, tn
| muck feast and mud bath togtherl
And out on fine dolts who can't dine with
out forks and the snowiest napery,
Or linn the gross facts of the. earth with
outswathes of fantastic al drapery,
! Now the roman GERS and lyrists have learnet
of the stye, it is gloriousI
PorkerdOm's Art Apotheosis, Swinehoot
/ e. in Letters victoriousl
| Hrumphl WEI they grid at US now for de
lighting in wallow and grovel?
| By Gurth and my nose-ring, who dares-
| after reading latter-day novel.
a- $50 -[ Punch