The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-03-17


 So nix me the appie-jaek What drink VIC in the apple-jac Buds. which the spTecs ot nigi.ts aud days shall swell To blossoms n 2ti.tte ~roiS. where he ras3. crimson quest Shali put our good ieeks 10 ,he test.
 We l.rink. from the di>tfllerN, A balm tor each ,l omriIe4 hour.
 4 pleasant alcehct,c shower.
 Naea Nc eriak the Apa etseS.
 
 Wha; 3rias n the apple lack HcaSs that shall sweig ta su9Uy iane. .lo ache ilkc tun ia thr August ueea, Sa6 afaop is sober iCiks come " | teg the hue september >ks
 Ans elbows. wtld N lth notSN gee. Shall breathe strong fragrance as they pass And tumble on The ,ufted grass
 The effect oi tse app!e.laek. And uhen above this apple tack The silver spoons are qui"crine bright. And song. go hosiing through the night. We. whose young ewes O. 'erto~ With mlTth, shall e,,aii o~f punch bs cottage hearth
 And guest. in progdcr homes shall see Beside the red blood ct the grape. A bottle ot dtneien, skaps- The battle of the apple lack.
 
 i w no bdFFc!sG ms Gta art.esy yaCk The bIhaers of that distant day
 Thus To some aged sport shall say: Arc lingering LIS gohse, stem, The grts haired sage shall answer them: "A oct et Jersey fame was he. Born ia ,he heasy drinking times 1 lis sad he ma,lc some laain, old rhymes On drinking the apple ia,@
 Single and Double. a Christmas po- em. IS one of the most popular of the po- cts productions vhile The Ballad of 2 -tIstIana. ,ersc. .Irgfng satire on ,-tfte i.ghi.us. reminds @se of fH4 James . Biien' "pFize Fight '& T he Modem M.yAr.iaies contains many happy hiis aa4 >hoes that Arnold ltf: oi satire was very versatile one. ~P.lt;i and lie ,onini' afe chiefly valuable as showing ION they were resarde.l by d poet-of.te ot i~e..ty year, ago. Dangers of BroaG- aav" aud Fourth of je!y .n Town. pos scss bu; ..tile mef.t. The aharpshooi- CTS Love. The Song oi the Stone Hulk, The Conservatives Lament. The Song of the Home Guard ant The Wari'oet's i-4,aeGt are wal pc ems me best of shioh is he War-po- e;s Lament, shlck IS peryaded vl,a I splrl; oi quaint humor and ntld satire With 'Snoddy,' A s;,nsng satire, ,he truth of which was much more apparent twenty years ago ,han now. the volume closes.
 l, now remains for us to speak oi the genus which lay behind Arnold's poetry and which called II into beng. We think i, can be said with truth and jus uce that he was a true poet There was much truth in the words of William Winter when he said Il believe tha, Arnold will be recognized as truly \ poe;-as one. that is, who knew, and sorshiped. and could interpret the beau ,ifal who understood hy poetic intuition 7 the hear, of man and the s.nctity of Ma ,ure; who fell therefore the deep, latent . tragedy of human life, and heard the voice of God n rusling leaf and bab- b.irs brook. and mourning suFges Of ocean: who widely syRpa;hized with he asp pf4liens Of humanity, desiring that happiness might prevail as the trui; of astce: nho uttered in admirable forms 0i arr. the ruth which he saw and iel,. and inc idea. for which he loaged and who prcscT,rs. through care, and sin. ard sorrow, $ simple nature, true heart and oe,:ce; faith n goodness and beauty - O -s2C [.OoS ss4t-Cl.L AJCofS stIER.Q 2 poetry t q; once becomes eslden; ;hat his poems are the fragmentary, broken ut;eranees of genius which never saw maturity. As we turn over the papers we now and then ligh, upon poesns-del- ica,e pearls of thought expressed in the choicest language-from which the most acute and tas,idious critics would no. erase line or make the slightest al,era- tions-and yet we eanno, help turning away from them with the same feelings one would turn from . marble statue, carved with a master hand and in which the lines of grace and beauty can be plainly traced, but which has been Jeff broken and incomplete by the death of the sculptor. Death is one Of the agen- ceis-.of Fate bu, it oEen..sweeps many a rare and gifted genius into the resis,less vortex of oblivion. h Arnold the seeds of poeucAl greatness were well developed, and had he lived he would have given us something of intrinsic merit. Was he alive to-day he would be only ia the fal. maturity of his powers. George Arnold, is the poe, of love and aatE-e-ore-em;nen,ly of the latter He