The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1881-09-24
DROPPING INTO POETRY.
From the Brooklyn Eagle"

and thought you might help me finish
them and then print them. Ma says
they are real nice, as far as they go, and
pa takes the EagIt every day."
She was a handsome creature, with
beautiful blue eyes and crowning glory
as yellow as golden roses. There was
an expectant look on her face, hope
fulness that appealed to the holiest emo
tions, and the exchange editor made up
his mind not to crush the longing Of
that pure heart if he never struck an
other lick.
"Afay show you the poetryl" con-
tinued the ripe, red mouth. "You will
see that couldn't get the last lines Of
the verses, and il you would be so kind
as to help nc"
"Hclp her |" Though he had never
even read line Of poetry the exchange
editor felt the spirit OF the divine art
food his soul rs he yielded to the be
wilder;ng music. Help her Well, he
should smile.
"fhe first verse runs like this" she
went on, taking courage from his eyes:
"lIow softly sweet the autumn air
The dying woodland fills,
And nature turns from re.tfui care
"To anti.bilious pills :" added the
exchange editor, with jerk. "Just the
thing. II rhymes, and its so. You
take anybody now. All the people you
meet arc"
81 suppose you know best" inter
rupted the young girl. al hadn't
thought of it in that way. but you have
a better idea of such things. Now, the
second verse is more like this:
"The dov. eyed kline upon the moor
Look tender. meek and sad,
While from the valley comes the roar
"Of the matchless liver pad :" roared
the exchange editor. "There you get
it. That finishes the second so as to
match the first. II combines the fash
ions with poetry, and carries the idea
right home to the iresidc. Ii only
had your ability in starting verse with
my genius in winding il up, I'd quit the
shears and open up in the poetry busi-
ness tomorrow.
"Think so ?" asked the young lady.
at 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. Oh, yes. II you
keep up the theme it gets monotonous. E"
"Pcrhaps that's so," rejoined the
beauty, Frightening up. al don't think
Of that. Now I'll try the third verse:
allow sadly droOps the dying day,
As night springs from the glen,
And moaning twilight seems to say"
".The old mans drunk again, would
not do, would il ?" asked the exchange
editor. Somebody else wrote that,
and We might be accused Of plagiarism.
We must have this thing original. Sup
pose we say-now just suppose we say,
why did spout my Ben? ?"
"ls that new9" inquired the rosy,
sweet lips. "At least never heard il
before. | don't know what it means. "
"New? Deed it's rev. Ben is the
Presbyterian name for overcoat, and
spout means to hook. why did l
spou; my Ben?' means why did shove
my copper? That's just what twilight
would think OF first, you know. Oh,
don't be afraid, that's just immense.
"Well, I'll leave it 10 you," said the
glorious girl with sweet smile that
pinned the exchange editors heart to
his spine. "I'his is the fourth verse:
The merry miikmaid's sombre song
| Re-echoes from the rocks,
IS silently she trips along"
"With holes in both her socks, by
Jovc ?" cried the delighted exchange
editor. "You see"
"Oh, no I" demonstrated the blush
ing maiden. "Not that"
"Certainly," protested the exchange
editor, warming up. "Nine to foul
she's got EN-; and you get fidelity tC
fact with a wealth ofpoetical expression
The worst Of poetry generally is, you
can't state the things as they are. II
amt like prose. But here we've busted
all the established notions, and put NJ
an actual existence with veil of genu
inc poetry over it. think that that
the best idea we've struck yet"
al don't seem to look at il as you do
but Of course you are the best judge. -
Pa thought ought to say,
"As silently she trips along
In autumns yellow tracks"
Would that do %
"Do1 Just look at it. Docs track
rhyme to rocks1 Not in this paper j
don't. Besides, when you say tracks
and rocks you give the impression o
some fellow hcaving things at anothe
fellow who is scratching for safety
Socks on the other hand, rhyms will
rocks and beauties them while j
touches up the milkmaid, and by dc
scribing her condition, shows her to b
a child Of the very nature you are show
ing up"
"I think you're right" said the swee
angel. "I'll tell pa where he is wrong
This is the way the fifth verse runs:
"And eiose behind the farmers boy
Trills forth his simple tunes.
And slips beside the maiden coy
"And splits his pantaloons; done
myself; know exactly how II is. Why
bless your heart, YOU"
Snip, snip, snip. Paste, paste, paste
But il is with saddened heart he snip
and pastes among the exchanges now
The beautiful vision that for momen
dawned upon him has left, but the recol
lection in his heart Of one sunbeam j
his life, quenched by the shower Of tear
with which she denounces him as
"nasty BRUTE" and went out from hir
forever.