The Newtown bee., 1880-12-15

the verses, and if you would please oe SC kind as to help UIr-'
 Help her! TboGgh he had never even read line of poetry, the axc.ange editor felt the spirit Of the divine art flood his soul as be yielded 10 the bCwiiderine music. Holp horl Well, he should smile.
 lhe first verse runs like this,' she went cn, taking courage from hiS eyes
 @1iow softly sweet tho antumn air
 The dying wooianI nl 5.
 And nature turus rom restiul carc-
 To auti-bi.ious pills" added the ex- change editor, win jerk. Just the thing. It ltrhymes anu lt's so. Yoa take anybody now. Haiftne peor Le you meet are"
 ~~I suppose you know best" inter- rupted the young girl. II hadn't thought of it in that way, but you have Iabctter idea ot such things. Now tAc s4cond verse is more hke this:
 r51e dove-eyel kine upon the moor .. Look tender, meek and sad;
 
 "Of the matchess liver. psdr roared the exchange editor. 'There you get 1t. That Ii ishes the second su 'SaS to match with the first. It combines .tLe fashions with poetry and carri s .Ethe idea right home to the 6reside. II fly had your ability in sU.rtiug u verse, with my genius in vii ding it lip, d quit the shears and open in the poetry business to-moITow." Think so7" asked the fair young lady. "It don't sirIku me as keeping Cp tbs' theme"
 You don't want to. You want to break the theme here and there. The reader likes it better. On, yes! Where you keep up tue theme-it gets monoton, ous."
 ' Perhaps thnl's so," rcjnincd the b,n-ty. brighLening up. "I didn | think ofthat. Nov pA read the thlrd verses"
 T''Ifow sadly drocrs tho d,ing day,
 As night spring from the glen,
 And moan,ns twili-ht seerns to say
 '"The old mans drunk again, VOL ldnt do, would itP" asked tLe ex. change editor. "Somobody else wrote 'tiIss. and we might be accused of pla- gis.ism. We must have this thing oris inal. Suppose we say-now just 'mppose we say: Why did spout my Benp'"
 "Is that newp" inquired the sweet, rosy lips. At least 1 never heard it before. I don't know what 1t means" ~" "NewP Deed it's new. Ben is the name for overcoat, and spout means to hook. Why cid 1 spout my Benz means why did I shove my topper? That's just what twilight would tnirk of first, you know. On, don't be afraid s---that's just immense!"
 We'll, I'll leave it to you," said the gipsops girl. with smile that pinned dhe exchange editors heart to his spine. s'' This Is the fourth verse:
 "'The merry milkmaid somb-e . ,rg '' Re-echoes rom the rocks,
 As silently she trips along-----
 With holes in both her socks,' by Jovew cried the delighted exchange ieditor. "You seo------'' >s"" Oh, no. nor' remonstrated the blushing maiden. "Not that"
 Certainly" protested the exchange editor, warming up. Nne to four she's got 'em; and you get fl lelity to fact with wealth of poatical expres tsion. The worst of poetry nerally is, you can't state things IS they are. It ain't like prose. But here we've busted iall the established notions. and put up nn actual existence with the veil of gsnuine poetry oyer it. think that's the best idea we've struck yet"
 "I don't seem to looK at it as you do, but of course you are the best judge. Pa thought ought to say:
 "'As silently she trips alcn
 In autunns yellow tIacks.'
 "Wouldn't that doP"
 E'Dol Just look at it. Does tracks fHyme to rocksP Not in tue Brooklyn Eagie it don't. Besides, when you say, tracks aud rocks, you give the ex- precision Of some ic!low heaving things to another fellow who's scratching for safety, Socss,' on the other hand, rhymes with rocks and these beautD sthem. while it touches up the mikmaid, and by desc scribing her condition shows riier to be child of the very nature you arc showing up."
 "I think you're right" said the sweet angel. 'pll tell pa where he was wrong. This is the way the ffsh verse runs;
 |" And close behind, tho tanners boy
 Thrills iorth h's simple tunes,
 And slips beside the maiden coy-'
 ".And splits his prntaloonsp Done staayself; know just exactly how it is. Why. bless your heart, you
 Snip, snip, snip. Paste. paste, paste. Butitis with saddened heart that he .snips and pastrs among his exchanras now. The beautiful vision that for 8 anoment dawned rpon him has left but she recollection in his heart of one sun- speam in his life, quenched by the shower .ol tears with which she denounced him poa brute" and went out fn 4~ him ,torevsr. Bvooklva Eaole.