The Weekly Kansas chief. [volume] (Troy, Kan.) 1872-1918, 1882-02-09
OSCAR AND WALT.
Reported Interview Between Wilde and

At last. 1t is done. They have met-O. Wilde,
the Flower of the Utter, and w. Whitman the
Boomer of the Boundless.
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 snndering.
This Is TO the ode of their greeting-the yowl,
the yawp barbaric-
The strong and stridulous strain of the steam
calliope of the Un-Art-
The OrisOn of the Orbs Cncurbed-
The pTan Of the pork house whistle.
Pitched in the key of Whitman.
To the racket totter and tumble;
Lift up your aud hear IT,
yes, it is true" said Walter, or in words to
this effect; she came to me, this evening"
here in my eyrie ut Camden
"And took him in
lin and in, and up and up; to the innernost,
uppermost dins and ups of my den, in the tertia-
~ story
(at least, In something after this fashion he
would have probably expressed his account, if
he had written instead of spoken it to the re-
porter.)
There he said to the reporter, before they
mounted the stair steps
There is the spot where Wilde and myself
absOrbed-gOt away with a bottle"
And the reporter probably was touched to the
tough.
BY the tender bits of fancy.
Anu iIaNnapS, DN the testimony oil ocular OBJ
servation, that nary another bottle was there or
forthcoming, 4 subject of absorption.
Here resumed the roarer of the "Old
Rough ''here is my den, and here carracoled
We Young Oscar and Oh;
''Here we were as thee and thou each to the
other;
''Here were as s0ul to soul, rs poet to poet; ;
"Aye, we were bObbyshpiles;
ave were the iuncture of the Gospel of the
Gone. and the Cult of the Coming;
flux of the quntessential extracts of the four
tenth aud twenty fourth centuries
"You heard me,
''Do you marvel then that here We had royal
octave gilt-edgcd communion:
THAT sealed and delivered a pact as pure
as filtered bushes of modest maidens, and as
firm rs the obstinacy of their paternal progeni-
tors;
That we had an altitudinous ancient timei
"Do you catch ont DO You elingi Do you
clampi
Zone of the first things said was, Oscar, I
shall call You Oscar
.'And he answered me, he did Il like that so
much.'"
Yah. And he inclined to me he leaned
over; he laid his hand ON my knee.
'.GTableau.l
''He did. 1t was lum-te-tum; it was twee-
twee; it was nm!
"And !, me, Walt, unhide-bound, up again,
and said to him:
'.'Oscar. you must he a-thirst, will make
some punch
.'And his repartee clave swift and clean as n
cimetar, a straw cutter:
'.'Yes, am a-thirst'
"Ha ha, Ho, no, Hum,
'.And brewed him a brew; / MIXED him a
milk; punched him punch.
'And he tossed il off quickly as Quickness;
quickly as ! could erupt adonble-calendared,
chain-electri6ed, polyehodeca- metric couplet to
the tufted tawn of Leona's locks,
'.Or to this grlesome grimness of Destiny's
aHi-yi.
.And then We continued some more.
ale told me that he had been fed on Whit
manesgue poetry from childhood; that Lady
Wilde was wont to administer my rip slaves to
him with his porridge.
.'IIe has grown up to be splendid fellow;
how could he help it' 1t is strange why people
mock and ieer him 50.
..He gave me many mouthsome messages
which the lustrnnsest of Britains bard had
shipped to me he said of American poets: we
in England think there are only two-walt
Whitman and Emerson
ale is n splendid fellow. 1t is strange why
people mock and ieer him 50.
lie is a clever boy; | like him. Once this re-
mark came TO from him like springbok
through the glade-like a cup-caudled canine
around the corner:
81 remember yOu have written, 'All beauty
comes from beautiful blood, and a beautiful
BRAIN" and, after all, think so, too
AYE, and he did not insist adding, And
from beautiful breeches; black breeches; knee
hreeches'
1--WE spent two hours together; he and l me
and him yaas; too-tOo hours; whoopee!
'And when he left, l lifted mp my lips; lift
ed to the lilyful in this lingo-to-wit:
"'Good-bye, Oscar; God bless you.'
"Ycs, did, though.
81 should hope to howlr'-LoHisrilIe Courier
Journal