The Opelousas courier., 1882-05-06
Dropping Into; Poetry.

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them and then print them. Ma says
they are real nice, as for as they go,
and pa takes the Eagle every day"
She was a handsome creature, with
beautiful blue eyes, and q GROWING
glory as yellow as golden rods. There
was an expectant look on her face-a
h~opefulness that appealed to the no
Hest emotions, and the exchange editor
made IN his mind not to crash the
longing of that pure heart If he never
struck another lick.
MAY I show you the poetry =" con
.tinued the ripe, red mouth. You
will see that | conldn't get the last
lines OF the verses, aud if yon would
please be so kind as to help me"
Help her! Though he had never even
read a line of poetry, the exchange ed
tor felt the spirit of the divine art flood
his soul as he yielded to the bewlider
ing music. Help her! Well, he should
smile.
.sThe first verse runs like this,' she
went on, taking courage from his eyes:
"How softly sweet the autumn air
The dying woodland fills,
And nature turns from restfulcare-"
Ito anti-blious pills. added the
exchange editor with a jerk. just
the thing. It rhymes and it's so. You
take anybody new. Half the people
you meet are"
Il suppose you know best" inter
rupted the young girl. Il hadn't
thought of it in that way, but yon have
IA better idea of shch things. Now, the
second verse is more like this ::
"The doye-eyed kline upon the moor
Look tender, meek and sad
While from the valley comes the roar
"Of the matchless liver-pad." rnared
the exchange editor. There you get it.
That finishes the second verse so as to
match with the first. 1t combines the
fashions with poetry and carries the
idea right home to the Preside. If
only had your ability in starting IA
verse, with my. genius in winding it up,
I'd quit the shears and open a poetry
business to morrow"
ssThink So % asked the fair young
lady. 'It don't strike me as keeping
up the theme"
You don't want to. You wantoft
break the theme here and there. The
reader likes it better. Oh, yes! Whers
you keep up the theme it gets monet
onous.n
"Perhaps that's So" rej"ined thu
beauty. frightening up. Il @didn'
think Of that. Now I'll read the thirt
verse
.How sadly tlroops the dying day.
. As night springs from the glen
And moaning twilight seems to say
, 1.-THE old mans drunk again,
wouldn't do, would it ~ asked the ok
change editor. Somebody else wrot
|, that, and we might be accused of pla
J giarism. We must have this thing ori
ginal. Suppose we say-now, just snF
pose we say new Why did | spou
my Benz
.Is that new 2" inquired the swee
. ROSY lips. At least, | never heard
before. I don't know what it a
: New i? Deed it's new. Ben is TIL
: name for overcoat, and spout means t
, hook. why did I spout my Ben
means why did sheve my topper
o that's just what twilight would thin
t of first, you knew. Oh, don't be afrai
4 that's jnst immense"
well Ill leave it to yon." said til
glorious girl, with a smile hat pinne
4 the exchange editors heart to hi
spine. "This ia the fourth verse
1.-THE merry milkmaid's sombre song
Re-echoes from the rocks,
As silently she trips along
"tWith holes in both her socks b
j Jove!n cried the delighted editor. Yo
! see"
aOh, no., not demonstrated the blusl
! ing maiden. I. Not that
..Certainly,' protected the exchana
] editor, warming up. Nine to four she
got 'em and you get fidelity to fat
with wealth of poetical expression
The worst of poetry generally is. 80
can't state things as they are. 1t ain
= like prose. But here we've busted a
d the established notions, and put up a
actual existence with the veil of g
j nuine poetry over it. think that
the best idea we've struck yeti
II don't seem to look at it as you d
but Of course you are the best judg
Pa thought | ought to say
d AS silently she trips along
d In autum's yellow tracks.
!" Wonldn't that do !"
g DO. just look a it. Does tract
rhyme to rocks? Not in the Brookly
Is Eagle it don't. Besides, when you 81
tracks and rocks yon give the e
ot preston of some fellow heaving thing
i. to another fellow who's scratching +