Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-02-26
and when discovered that to be the case I
made up my mind at once to do without them
altogether"
AN AUTHENTIC INTERVIEW.

AN AUTHENTIC INTERVIEW.
Oscar, the 1Esthetic, Speaks HIS Mind Free
Iy-Hts Glorious Post Lecture Prospects
HIS Neophytes-His Kosnsic Soul.
Punch.
NEW YORK, January, 1SSs-Determined to
anticipate the rabble of penny -a-liners ready
to pounce upon any distinguished foreigner
who approaches our shores, and eager to as
sist sensitive boat in avoiding the imperti-
neut curiosity and ill-bred insolence
of the professional reporter, took the fastest
pilot boat on the station and boarded the
splendid Cunard steamer the Bohemia, in the
shocking of peanut.
He stood, with his large hand passed
through his long hair. against high chin
ney-piece-which had been painted pea
green, with panels of peacock blue
one elbow on the high ledge, the other
hand on his hip. He was dressed in long,
snuff -colored, single-breasted coat, which
reached to his heels, and was relieved with
sealskin collar, and cuffs rather the worse for
wear. Prayed linen and an orange silk nand-
kerchief gave a note to the generally artistic
coloring of the ensemble, while one small
daisy dropped despondently in his button-hole.
4 X We may state that the chimney
piece, as well as a sealskin collar, is the prop
erty of Oscar, and will appear in his lectures
on "The Growth OF Artistic Tastes in Eng
land" But he speaks for himself. eyes;
should have been astonished had l not been
interviewed Indeed, have not been well on
board this Cunard Argosy. I have wrestled
with the glaukous-haired Poseidon, and feared
his ravishment. Quite: 1 have been too i'll,
rsayr ~
if I must descend to so trivial an
expression. I fear the clean beauty of my
strong limbs is somewhat waned. I am
scarcely myself; my nerves are throbbing
like thrilling violins-in exquisite pulsation.
"You are right. believe 1 was the first to
devote my subtle brain chords to the worship
of the Sunflower and the apotheosis of the
delicate Teapot. I have ever been jasmine
Graded from my youth. Eons ago-I might
say centuries-in rs, when student at Ok
ford, had trampled the vintage of my baby
hood and trod the thorn-s spread heights of
Poesy l had stood in the Arena and torn the
bays from the expiring athletes, my CON-
petitors."
"Precisely-I took the Newdigate. Oh! no
doubt, every year some man gets the NeWdi-
gate; bnt not every year does Newdigate get
an Oscar. Since then barely three years, but
centuries to such as | AMI have stood upon
the steps of London palaces-in South Ken
sington-and preached aesthetic art. l have
taught the wan beauty to wear nameless robes,
have guided her limp limbs into sightless knots
and curving festoons, while we sang OF the
sweet sad sin of Swinbourne, or the lone delight
of soft communion with Burne-Jones. Swim
bourne had made a name and Burned ones had
copied illumnations e'er the first silky down
had fringed my upper lip, bnt the trinity of in
ner brotherhood was not complete till I came
forward, like the Asphodel from the wilds of
Already, to join in sweet antiphonal counter
changes with the Elder Seers. We are beau
tiful family-we are, we are, we arei''
eyes; expect my lecture will be success.
So does Dollar Carte. 1 mean D'Oyly Carte.
Tootoothless Senility may jeer, and poor,pos-
tive Propriety may shake her rusty curls, but
I am here N my creamy lustlhood, to pipe of
scorching harvest of SelfLovei I am not
quite sure what mean. The true poet never
is. In fact, true poetry is nothing if it is in
telligible. She is only to be compared to Sal
macis, who is not boy Or girl, but yet is
both
"Who are my neophytes? Well, Ifahcy the
Lonsdales and Langtrys would have never
pedestal of dafodills and taught the world to
worship"
ooh, yesi Ispeak most languages; in the
sweet, honey-tinted brogue my own land lends
me- La bella donna della mia Mente exists,
but she is not the Jersey Lily, though have
groveled at her feet; she is not the Juno
Countess, though l have twisted my
limbs all over her sofas; she is not the
Polish Actress, though I have sighed
Court Theater; she is not the dlaphanous
Sarah, though have crawled after her foot
steps through the heavy fields of scentless
Asphodel; she is not the golden-haireu Ellen,
more fair than any woman Veronese looked
upon, though have left my impression on
many and many seat in the Lyceum Temple,
where she is the High Priestess; nor is she
one of the little nameless Naiads l have met
IN Lotus haunts, who, with longing eyes,
watch the sweet bubble Of the frepzied grape.
No, sir, my real Love Is my own Kosmic
Soul, enthroned in its lawless essence; and
when America can grasp the supreme whole
| sing in too-toO uttersnce for vuiga- lips,
then soul and body will blend IN mystic
symphonies, then, crowned with bellamours
and wanton flower deluce, shall be
hailed Lord in q new Empery,
of Pomegranate, and wreathe my o'ergown
limbs with the FURNISHED disk of the Sun.
flower, Apollo will turn pale, and, flashing the
FESTIVE horses of the SIM, the tanner chariot of
forgotten god will make way for the glorious
zenith of the one Oscar Wilde
At this moment the Bothnia gave a sudden
lurch, and the grand young poet fell PROSTATE
on the rabbit skins, worshipping Poseidon,
and calling faebly for the steward. Seeing
that he would be incapable of receiving any
other interyiewers, quilted the cabin. drank
the brandy and soda which the steward was
bringing, and then returned to shore as quick
ly as possible. So here is the First Intelli-
gence.
4 Trying Situation.
"Say, mister, are we on this side of the
bridge or the other?" asked placid old
lady of a gentleman on Court street
brooklyn car.