The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1881-02-04

change editor, with a jerk. Just the
thing. 1t rhymes and it's so. You take
anybody now. Halfthe people you meet
are"
al suppose you know BEST" inter
rupted the young girl. Il hadn't
thought of il in that way, but you have
a better idea OF such things. Now the
second verse is more like this:
THE dove-eyed kline upon the moor
Look tender, meek and sad;
While from the valley comes the roar.
"Of the matchless liver-padm
roared the exchange editor. "There
YOU get it. That finishes the second so
as to match with the first. 1t combines
the fashions with poetry and carries
the idea right home to the Preside. i'll
only had your ability in startinga verse,
with my genius in winding it up, I'd
quit the shears and open in the poetry
business tomorrow"
Think soP" asked the fair young
lady. sit don't strike me as keeping up
the theme"
you don't want to. You want tc
break the theme here and there. The
reader likes it better. Oh, yes! Where
you keep up the theme it gets monoton-
GUS"
Perhaps that's So" reioined the
beauty, Frightening up. 81 didn't
think ofthat. Now I'll read the third
verse;"
"How sadly droops the dying day,
As night springs from the glen,
And moaning twilight seems to say
'"The old mans drunk again.
wouldn't do, would itP" asked the ex-
change editor. Somebody else wrote
that, and we might be accused of pla-
giarism. W. must have this thing
original. Suppose we say-now just
suppose we say: Why did l spout my
Benp'"
us that newp" inquired the sweet,
rosy lips: "At least l never heard it
before. l don't know what it means"
"NewP Deed it's new. Ben is the
name for overcoat, and spout means to
hook. why did l spout my BenP'
means why did l shove my topper
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 to you," said the
glorious girl, with a smile that pinned
the exchange editors heart to his spine.
"This is the fourth verse:
"'The merry milkmaid's sombre song
Re-echoes from the rocks,
AS silently she trips along
"'With holes in both her socks by
Jovel" cried the delighted exchange
editor. "You SEC"
ooh, no, mol" demonstrated the
blushing maiden. "Not that"
Certainly" protested the exchange
editor, warming up. mime to four
she's got 'em; and you get fidelity to
fact with a wealth of poetical expires
sion. The worst OF poetry generally is,
you can't state things rs they are. 1t
amt like prose. But here we've busted
all the established notions, and put up
an actual existence with the veil of
genuine poetry over it. l think that's
the best idea we've struck yet"
81 don't seem TO look at it as you do,
but Of course you are the best Judge.
Pa thought l ought to say;
"'As silently she trips along
In autumn's yellow tracks
Wouldn't that dol"
"Dol Just look at it. Does tracks
rhyme to rocksP Not in the Brooklyn
Eagle it don't. Besides, when you say,
tracks and rocks you give the ex
preston of some fellow heaving things
to another fellow who's scratching for
safety, Socks on the other hand,
rhymes with rocks and these beautify
them, while it touches up the milkmaid,
and by describing her condition shows
her to be a child of the very nature you
are showing up"
II think you're right" said the sweet
angel. "Ill tell pa where he was
wrong. This is the way the fifth verse
runs:
And close behind, the farmers boy
Thrills forth his simple tunes,
And slips beside the maiden COY
"'And splits his pnntaloonsr Done
it myself; know just exactly how it is.
Why, bless your heart, you"
Snip, snip, snip. Paste, paste, paste.
But it is with a saddened heart that he
ships and pasteS among his exchanges
now. The beautiful vision that for a
moment dawned upon him has left but
the recollection in his heart of sun
beam in his life, %quenched by the shower
tears with which she denounced him
as a " BRUTE" and went out from him
Brooklyn EAGLE.
John Clav, q brother Of Henry Clay,
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