Daily globe., 1882-01-29
OSCAR AND WALT.
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OSCAR AND WALT
| That Yaacp.
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At last. 1t is done. They have met
o. Wilde, the Flower of the Utter, and
w. Whitman, the Boomer of the Bound
less.
They have met. They have.
And the earth still swings through the
spaces, and at the same old stand the
equator continues in business.
This is the mode of their meeting
the song of their swigging and sunder-
ing.
This is the ode of their greeting-the
yewl, the yawp barbaric-
The strong and stridulOus strain of the
steam calliope of the Un-Art-
The Orison of the OrbS Uncurbed-
The pRan of the pork house whistle,
| Pitched in the key Of Whitman.
To the racket, totter aud tumble;
/ Lift up your ears and hear it,
eyes, it is true,'' said Walter, or in
words to this effect; che came to see me
this evening, here in my eyrie at Cam
den
"And I took him in
SIN and in: and up; anu up to the in
nermost, uppermost ins and ups OF my
den in the tertiary story"
(At least, in something after this fash
ion he would probably have expressed his
account if he had written instead of spO-
ken it to the reporter
| s'There,'' he SAID to q reporter, before
| they mounted the stair steps,
"There is the spot where Wilde and
myself absorbed, got away with bottle" !"
And the reporter probably was touched
to the tough
By the tender bits of fancy,
And, mayhaps, by the testimony of oc-
ular observation that nary another bottle
was there or forthcoming as a subject of
absorption.
| "Here,'' resumed the roarer of the
"Old Rough" "here is my den and here
caracoled we, young Oscar and Oh;
"Here we were as sthee and thou each
| to the other;
"Here we are as soul to soul, as poet to
poet;
"Aye, we were bobbyshalics;
"We were the juncture Of the Gospel
of the Gone and the Cult of the Coming;
"We were the swaling suture, the kiss
ing confux of the quintessential extracts
of the fourteenth and twenty-fourth
centuries
"You heerd meY
"DO YOU marvel then that here we had
a royal octave gilt-edged communion;
"That we sealed and delivered pac
as pure as filtered bushes Of modes
maidens and as firm as the obstlnacy o
their Maternal nrOpenitOrs.
"That we had an altitudinous ancient
timer
"Do you catch on? Do,you clings Do
you clamp?
"One of the first things / said was: 'Os-
car, shall call you Oscar
'tAnd he answered me, he did: i like
that so much.'"
"Yoh And he inclined to me; he
leaned over; he laid his hand on my
knee.
"He did. 1t was lum-th-tum; it was
twee-twee; it was um!
"And l, me, Walt, the unhide- bound,
l up again and said to him:
"sOscar, you must be a-thirst; l Will
make some punch
"And his repartee clave swift and clean
| oo q StiAStUl oo q otlo w -SoltCI-
"'Yes, | am a-thirst.
"Ha, ha! Ho, no! Hunt
"And l brewed him brew; l MIXED
him milk; I punched him punch.
'tAnd he tossed it off as quickly as
quickness; as quickly as l could erupt a
double calendared, cham electrified,
polychodecametric couplet to the tufted
tawn of Leona's locks.
| To ~ Doo
tiny's grip.
"Yi-yi.
'And then we conauxed some more
"He told me that he had been fed On
Whitmanesque poetry from childhood;
that Laky Wilde was wont to administer
my rip slaves TO him with his porrldge
"He has grown up to be splendid fel
low; how could he help il? 1t is strange
why people mock and jeer him so.
"He gave to me many mouthsome mes
sages, which the lustrouest Of Britain's
bards had shipped to me; he said of
American poets: 'We in England think
there are only two-Walt Whitman and
Emerson
"He is splendid fellow 1t is strange
why people mock and jeer him so.
"He is clever boy; l like him. Once
| ulS ItLldIh CdliC W I1C 1IOul ulul Ilhc d
aspringbek through the glade, like cup
caudled canine around the corner:
=" Il remember you have written, "All
beauty comes from beautiful blood and a
beautiful brain''; and, after ali, think
so too
'sAye and he did not insist On adding,
And from beautiful breeches; black
breeches; knee breeches.'
"Wc spent two hours together; he and
/; me and him; yaas, too-too hours;
whoopee!
"And when he left lifted up my hips;
lifted to the lilyful in this lingo-to-wit:
! 'Good-by, Oscar; God bless you
ayes, did, though.
II should hump to honl!"
| a SSagsttar Story.
From Retired Physician's Letter in the Lon
don Telegraph