Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1882-04-28
sPRING ErFUsIoNs.
Samples OF various MUSES. and Practical
Ideas Suggested.


Yesterday was alright day and its warmth
carried with it sundry suggestions OF
spring. The sun shone with occasional
fervor and his dying beams kissed the cross
of the Cathedral spire and touched TO
brighter crimson the tip OF Tobie Nances
nose as he surveyed the Landscape from the
heights of Beuna Vista. 1t was heavenly
day. 1t was day calculated to fill with
Joy the gentle heart OF the mild eyed
granger or to start every crank OF spring
poet. It did start one or two. The noon
mail brought in two aesthetic envelopes,
which were turned over to the writer,
the church reporter, for examination. They
contained poetry, fresh from the hearts OF
otherwise estimable people.
The first one was written on pale DUN
paper with a scarcely perceptible odor OF
faded lilies and faint violets. It's author
had scared into the sublimer regions. OF
poesy and was at home where angels might
have bashful seemed. He was clothed WIN
style, TOO, and began his verses with an IN
vocation. 1t ran as follows:
Oh Muse, a suppliant at thy shrine,
NV small request humbly bring;
Asking the poets gifts be mine,
Craving pinion from thy wing.
Thy grace know,
oh, by me show
Thy love for mortals here below.
This started out we'll and occupied the
first sheet. 1t was something above the
common run OF spring poetry and prepared
the man of churches for the next, besih-
ming
Inspire my mind with loftiest thought;
Fin all my soul with pOetry's nre;
And through the lines shall have wrought
Sound gently thy celestial Tyre.
., make my theme
With beauty TEEN
And with abundant riches gleam.
looking further to see what the theme
might he, the critic discovered that the is
verses which followed contained an invita-
ton TO visit the alham bra by moonlight,
and was signed Ruby No. Ruby, we do
not care TO visit Spain this Spring, thank
YOU. The fact of the matter is, our Sunday
coat is fringed in a manner that betrays
our want OF the bank account necessary for
that trip. However, We admire your pro.
duction. 1t is full of fine language and soul
full thoughts. and if We had not your name
we would have imagined ii originated in the
mind of the MteiigeHcer youth who gusheS
over weddings. However your theme is too
tame for these stirring times. BE realistic
and tune your Tyre to something that will
wake the echoes in million kindred
souls Address your verses ITO the Ele-
CANT Booze" and start of like this
Oh gentle barkeep! at thy bar.
NV thirsty throat sadly bring;
Asking q draft of nectar rare,
Or any other quenching thing.
Bring out thy slate
For payment wait.
oh quench my thirst insatiate.
Then, if that suits your friends you can
run on something after this fashion.
Oh I'LL me up with costliest gin;
Crowd all my hold with ardent beer;
And for the drinks shall consume
I'll have TO stand you OF, fear.
Oh make my hull,
With liquor full,
And all my thirsty torments lull.
That will catch 'em every time and such
verses find a ready market.
The second lot of verses had smell about
them of the sad, sad sea. The author,
"DickOn," was evidently "LOCksley Hall
sort of genius and he went on III this
strain
ODE TO THE DEEP.
O,givc me back the boundleSS deep,
Ills the only home 1 claim;
Where NeptuneS posts in triumph keep
The strongholds OF the main.
No sight of village church or spire
l. half so dear TO me,
As when the mighty sea kings ire
Slirs up the sleeping sea.
Adicu dull shore; }! give me back
The seas inceSSant roll;
Its every motion seems 10 act
In concord with my soul.
Very good verses these, and full of sug.
gestions OF and longings for the unattaina-
ablC-the never seen. The remaining 90
starzas are equally beautifully and pathetic,
but these will suffice. Again the trouble is
that "Dickon" had not learned what prop
erly touches up and fires the great Ameri-
can heart. If he did, he would loosen the
strings of his mandolin to pitch less sug-
gestive of an unappreciatiye soul and
gently wall out-nOt All ode to the deep,
but an
OWED TO THE DEBT.
Oh, give me back the ulster pawncd,
IT'S the only coat claim;
- If not, | swear I'll be dOggOnci,
But I'll paralyZe your fame.
In youth 1t often covered me
Shall fOrSal;e ii now"
The gods forbid II shall not be,
Though spring sweat : on my brow.
The goat doth gObble ancient hoops,
The whiiUwISh man IL near,
The oyster pgddlcr'S ceased his whoOps
Yet still : my ulster dear.
Try this style on awhile "Dickon;" it is
worth fourteen dollars a ton on a rising
market.