The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1880-11-03

was sitting in the office enc day, a mar
whose brow was clothed with thundel
entered. Fiercely seizing chair, he
slammed his hat on the table, hurled hiI
umbrella on the floor, and sat down.
care you the editorf" he asked.
eyes"
"Can you read wrIting?"
"Of course"
"Resd that, then," said he, thrusting
at the Colonel an envelope With an in
scription on it.
"B-," said the Colonel, trying to
spell it.
"That's net B; it's an s." said the
man.
"s? Obi yes, see. Well, the words
look like Salt for dinner" said the
Colonel
"No, SIR" replied the man, nothing
of the kind. That's my name, Sam1 H.
Brunner. knew you couldn't read.
called to see sbsut that poem Of mine
yeu printed the other day, on the "sur-
cease of Sorrow"
"Don't remember it," said the Gel
Onel.
"Of course ysu don't, because invent
into the paper under the infamous head
of 'Smearcase Tomorrow"
GA stupid blunder of the compositor,
/ suppose"
Eyes, sir; and that's what I want to
see you about. The way that poem was
mutilsted was simply scandalous. 1
haven't slept night since. osed exptI
me to derisien. People think am an
ass. Let me show yeu."
"Go ahead" said the Colonel.
"The first line, when wrote it, read
in this manner:
Lying by weeping willow underneath
a gentle slope.
That is beautiful, poetic, affecting
Now, how did your vile sheet present it
to the public? There it is. Lock at
that. Made it read in this way:
Lying to a weeping widow, to induce
her to elope.
Weeping widow. mind youl A
widowI This is too much-it's enough
to drive man crazyr'
"pam sorry" said the Colsnel; "but
''But look a-here at the fourth verse, ,,
said the poet; "that'e the worst yet.
What said was:
Cast thy pearls before the swine, and
lose them in the dust.
l wrote that out clearly and distinctly
in plain, round hand. Now, what
does your compositsr do. Does he catch
the sense Of that beautiful sentiment?
Does it sink into his soul? No sirl He
sets it up in this fashion:
Cast thy pills, before the sunrise, and
love them if they hurt.
Now isn't that a cold-blOoded outrage
on mans feelings? I'll leave it to you
if it isn't"
'It's hard, that's fact" said the Gel
onel.
"And then take the fifth verse. In
the original manuscript it said, plain as
daylight:
Take away the jingling money; it is on
ly glittering dross.s
A man with only one eye, and a cat
aract over that, could have read the
words correctly. But your pirate up
stairs there-do you know what he did9
he made it read:
Take away the jeering monkeys, on
glandered hoss.
By George! felt like Draining him
with a shovel. was never Sc cut up
in my life"
cit was natural, too" said the Col
onel.
There, for instance, was the sixth
verse. I wrste:
I am weary with the tossing of the ocesn
as it heaves.
II is lovely line, too; but imagine
my horror and the anguish of my fam
lily when opened your paper and saw
that line transformed into:
l am wearing out my trousers till they're
opened at the knees.
That is little too muchl That seems
to me like carrying the thing an inch
or two toe far. think have a con-
stitutional right to murder that com
positor, dent yeu?
81 think you have"
''Let me read you one more verse.
wrote:
I swell the flying echoes as they roam
along the hills,
And feel my soul awaken to the costa
cY that thrills.
Now what do you suppose your mis'
! eEable outcast turned that into? Why
into this:
swell the flying echoes as they roam
along the bulls,
And | peel my soul mistaken in the
ecstacy that whirls.
Gibberish, sir, awful gibberishl
must slay that man. Where is hey"
"He's out, just now," said the Colon
ell. Come in tomorrow"
81 will, said the poet; land I viii
come armed"
Then he put on his hat and shoulder
ed his umbrella, and drifted off dowI
stairs.
AS Good a ID. ID. as Anybody.
Apropos of the bogus Philadelphia