Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1881-05-20

WV WV FPh" VI tuc uiNihc Hrl HOOu ms soul
as hc yielded to the bewildering music.
Help herl Well he should smile.
1.-THE first verse runs like this" she went
on, taking courage from his eyes
"IIow softly sweet the autumn air.
The dying woodland fills,
And nature turns from restless care
ITO anti-bilious pillsW added the ex.
change editor, with jerk. "Just the thing.
IL rhymes, and it's so. You take anybody
now. Half the people you meet arc"
al suppose you know best" interrupted
the young girl. 81 hadn't thought OF it in
that way, but you have better idea ofsuch
things Now the second verse is more like
this:
"The dove-eyed kline upon the moor
LGok tender, meek and sad,
While from the valley comes the roar
"Of the matchlcss liver pad !" roared the
exchange editor "rhere you get it, That
finishes the second so as 10 match with the
first. IL combines the fashions with poetry
and carries the idea right home to the fire.
side. 1t only had your ability in starting
a verse, with my genius in winding it up,
ia quit the shears, and open in the poetry
business Tomorrow"
"Fhink SOP" asked the fair Young lady.
vt don't strike me as keepingup the thence
"You don't want TO. You must break the
theme here and there. The reader likes il
better Oh, yes Where you keep up the
theme, IL gets monotonous"
perhaps that's So" rejoned the beauty,
Frightening up. 81 didn't think of that
Now I'll read the third verse:
"llow sadly drops the dying day,
And night springs from the glen,
And morning twilight seems to say"
"rhe old mans drunk again." wouldn't
do, would IL" asked the exchange editor.
Somebody else wrote that, and might be
accused of plagiarism We must have this
thing original Suppose we say--now, sup.
pose we says. "Why did spout my Ben ~
us that newY" inquired the sweet rosy
lips. AT least never heard of il before.
don't know what it means"
"NowS Deed its new. Ben is the Pres.
byterian overcoai, and spout means TO hook.
"Why did ! spout my Ben ?" That's Just
what twilight would think at first. o, don't
be airaid--tha' just immense 2"
"Well, I'll leave it TO YOU said the girl
with n smile that pinned the exchange edi-
tors heart 10 the spine. "This il the fourth
verse:
"The merry mikmaids sombrc song
lte-echoes from the rocks
And silently she trips along
"Wlth holes in both her socks, by Jover
cried the delighted exchange editor. "You
see"
80, no, nor demonstrated the blushing
maiden. "Not that"
Certainly" protested the exchange edi
tor, warming up. "Nine to four she got
EN- and you get fidelity 10 fact with
wealth of poetical expression. The worst
of poetry generally Is, you cant state things
as they are 1t amt like prose. But there
we've busted all the established notions, and.
put up an actual existence with veil OF
genuine poetry over II. | think that's the
best idea we've struck yet"
III don't seem 10 look at it ~ you do, but
ofcoursey you are the best judge Pa thought
/ ought TO say:
"As silently she trips along
In Autumn's meadow tracks"
Wouldn't that dOY'
dot just look Tit. Does tracks rhyme
with rocksY Not in the Brooklyn Eagie, it |
don't Besides when you say tracks and
rocks. you give the impression Of some fell
low heaying things at another fellows head,
who IL searching for safety. Socks, on the
other hand rhyme with rocks, and beaut-
fles them, while II touches up the milkmaid,
and by describing her condition, shows her
to be n child Of the very Nature you are
showing up
~ think you are right" said the sweet
angel, "l'll tell Pa where he was wrong
This Is the way the fifth verse runs;
"And close behind, the farmers boy
Thrills forth hissimple tune;
And slips besides the maiden coy"
"And splits his plntaloonsp Done Tiny.
self knew just exactly how it is. Why
bless your heart, yon---
Snip, snip, snip. Paste, paste, paste. But
IL is with saddened heart that he ships and |
pastes among his exchanges now The beau.
tlul visitation that for moment dawned !
upon him las left, but the recollection in his
heart Of one sunbeam In his life, quenched
by the shower Of tears with which she dc.
nounced him as a "nasty brute and went
out from him foreyer.-Brooltyn Eagie