The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-01-06
A Poetess in the Nanctnm.

! Gould l see the literary editor p IN
/ lnred very pretty girl as she opened
the door of the editorial rooms.
| ''I expect you could. miss, replied
young man, " If you are In his imme-
diate vicinity, as he Is not fairy.
oh, L meant was ne III here p said
the girl.
AT the present moment. was the re-
ply. a. the literary editor Is attending a
chicken dispute, but / am keeping an
eye on whatever pearls OF thought come
IN during his absence. What is your
racket ?''
Il don't think l quite understand
YOU, sir, said the girl.
Are you poet?'
= Yes, sir that is"
"Oh, l know you amt good one;
they all say that. But if you've got q
poem lust stand over there In the corner
and read it. ! can get onto the gate Of
the stanzas better that way
= The yoHng lady seemed somewhat
surprised at TINS method Of receiving
poetieal gems, but tripped lightly to the
place Indicated by the young man and
read as follows:
I send thee back this shining band OF gold.
Does II waken memories ri honor sold
pidst thou think my soul hath sunk so low
That could wear thy ring and know
THAT 90 another was Plighted thy uoth2
Nay-'trould wrou4 us both-.
Thatl DO. Did you write 1t your
self?"
9. Yes. sir, 20 was the reply.
Its tough, said the affable young
man. q can see that il dives and
pitches around considerable, although
I'm not connoozer IN poetry. Besides,
she doesn't rhyme like she ought TO-
For instance, take these lines
That to oauother was pligbted thy troth2
Nay-'tWould wrong US both.
'Now, troth' and both don't
rhyme. Well have to fix that. How
would this do:
That 10 another was pHghtcd thy trotb2
Thy loye's more thin than chicken broth.
THAT kind Of eases her up a little.
doesn't it?" and the young editor
smiled affably in the general direction of
the girl.
Sunday ," asked the young lady, looking
heUitchingly pretty as she spoke
"Oh. YOU bet Wen print it. Stick il
into a bang up place, too. Any time
You grind out some slush Just bring II
to me, and -
At this point the literary editor came
in, and the young man who had been
doing so much talking indicated to the
girl by a series OF violent wInks that the
new arrival was the person she wanted
10 see. Explaining her business, she
handed shlm her poeticat effort. de read
it carefully, aud then said
90 / readily perceive that YOU have the
gem of poetic fire III your heart, and that
1t needs only time and care TO blossom
forth into flower Of respleudent beauty
The effort which you have handed me is
crude. 1t lacks the finish which culture
aud experience alone can give. [ viii
reconstruct the first stanza IN accordance
with the ideas Just enunciated.
After writing for a moment or so the
literary editor read as follows:
Take hack, O perjured heart, this golden band,
No longer shall it shine on beautyis hand;
To depths 50 low never could descend:
This astonishing hcart-hreak I viii end.
Another has yoIIr love, fun well I know;
Be not afraid Tor scoTn you are TOO low.
You see that gets IN all the iCeas,
and somewhat improves the language
said the literary editor.
"And willyou print it Sunday?"
Certainly, and III a prominent posi-
ton, too. Now, whenever you have any
poetry just bring it to me, and
Never mind these ducks. Sis, said
the trotting horse editor, who entered
the room at this juncture. I'm the
boy that takes a crack at the poetry.
Why, neither of these fellows knows
three-em dash from q fore-and aft
schooner Whenever the Muse troubles
You Just bring your verses to me. and"
But the girl was gone Chicago TTi-
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