The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-11-17
For TAe .4riesIaw Tr1t'flfy. ! WINDSOR HALL.

of lnda etc . has for sometime been quite anxious 10 have the vene able Alfred ennY- son. poet laureate of England. write an ode, eNtolling the good qualities, and commemoF- atae the fame of her late lamenfed John Brown IL will afford the world great plea- sure 10 md that the gifted poet has al last complied. as Seii as make ihe old age of her royalty rosy al its end as the most biushing and splendid sunset. And what happiness rust be mine, to know that the honeT IS De s,oxed upon me, to aid in giving 10 John Brown that niche in the Temple of Fame .hieh was desired by his beloved queen. and tat have been selected to sit in judgment oa the last and grandest effort of the great British bard. You see, Mir. Tennyson. being n h.s dotage, and doubtful of his posers. has forw arded the poem to me for my ap- froval. requesting that if approved ii should frSi sec the light in that greatest Of literary papers. THE ARKASsAw TRAvELER. Tha, ke has been led to do this, s.n led 10 believe, hy reason of my kno~nlpopularity siih VOL. and by his great esteem Of my critical ialent>. as well as by the positive convection that yoGr journal ~as the best medium oi reach fHe the whole of the English reading nations, hasing so extensive a circulation. l ha, there are faults in the poes I confess. ao work ei nan Is perfect. but am satisfied Shen Il .s published, that as long as the English Ian gage IS spoken John Brown w..l remain, t.e " side with Washington, sFst n court, first in kitchen. f.rst m the hearts oi the Eng i,h woman. Yours truly. 3icxshurg. Nov. iss5 N. GlF>oS. CoarueIs leave ne here hale ~h.le as V;
 lis early morn, Lease me here and ahen sOt. 4ni me. sound
 ihe dinner horn. 'ils ,he place aka ail sboG, |, 4s of old unto
 my call.
 tIea, my gillies' Gaelic answer and his foot
 steps in he hail. P~'.ee of ny gFea, ;orefa,hers, birth rights ot
 inc oi kings. 4 ,hy walls are pictured memories. where
 faded glory ehngs. on rom wonder ivied easement have l
 watched the moon arse, Hhile could not sleep from eating some m
 iernal apple pies. Maay a nigh, sal me dreaming, @hen or.oa
 had gone down. oash; lr, John in 10 see nle ~hsle had on
 but gown 4 hc pas, see before me, al its bright
 ness round me gleam. standing on ihe gloomy present. oh. To me
 ho@ Brown II seems Al. ih- future Fl disturb not N.th ,he fer
 Aardness of thought. tor those days now lost forever. al sought
 isf, s~eetN brought. In ,ae spTlng d failef crimson comes u9or
 thv rooms breast. h ;he spring the wantoa .ap~lng gets him
 self another crest. | ise srf.ng brighter irls comes apen ;h,
 furnished iosc. I ,, n each and every season ~oHan's hear
 IS rpe Tor iaNc. h ;hc sprns oi lie. shen loses bloom upor
 the maiden's cheeks. Soii her hear; IS. as a -ose $ quickly ioached
 V i'm. ho seeks. Easi.g wou but cas5ly iU,tioo, like the tlashes
 iaat come and 20. A1 ,tc msidrn iansles wandering, aekle
 TsstWc 10 and fro. Tsr:s, them. and then learn n sorrow, hos ,s
 curse and hoa to pray. V hl.c you fec NSur >oui Is ifitercd in IL.
 dream of life away. lheu when grown old and >kcg,e. ind n
 acting out h;e'> jest, Flat ihefe Is d tFper qassion ,aFking n N O.
 nan $ breast Not ~.th woman as ,hrir lovers, with the
 sf.Ting and ooo3ag doNc. Come the stronger notes of passion yelling
 ap n songs of love. No, spi.ns ba, in the summer find their
 love n fullest power. FrHs;s se ihefr ,s time 10 eaihe.-.G he spflnc
 nough, bGi ;he flower. Gi.Esh iovc. like blooms of beauty n the
 gentle lap of May. Wear perhaps brighter coloi @!ih a ;rnle;
 breeze ], play. B.i | does no, hr.ng the sweetness. and ,he
 truth to passions test. Nih a day of shine and shower faded 10
 a>hes n the breast. 83,;ho' ~oman's ike the summer. @l,h it's
 s5and intense heat, X pens to the touch Of passion fruits rlan
 cyer finds 90 sweet. Thea as on the breas, of autumn there IS lei,
 ! mellow elow O. Is summer days oi grandeur, so . wo
 mans love MI so. %iih ,i> wealth oi splendid niemoTIes ih.oueh
 tie scfe and yellow lcai Frightening a!l the eFeary landscape. hush
 ing al the songs of grief. 4 ',.s thus look aboa, me, feel upsn riy
 head cEo~n, Wh,e nv heart .s iorn ~i,A anguish for m,
 .o>' but loved John Brown. Loee oh, despot. erael ,yraR,, and n all re
 publican.
 Teaching me am woman, tsa, king i'
 tui man.
 II .rlaling rac to shom the purple from fsc
 Crnturies came down. T. ihe baE,y sawky giiiie, 10 an hEmhi,
 Sco;tish clown. Al, dip no~ .n ihe future. thToagA the ,ele
 scope of time Aaa see where love s freedom and is pas
 son ss no crime. Where no pres; ith naughty mitre separate
 t~o hearts il ai beat s;s oneness Of desire for loves unioG
 warm and sweet, &aere TO scepire or no station hold the 40
 man from ihe breast Of the man that fate predesiined she should
 love and worship best. When ,hc world xill hoot no longer. folly
 folly. when clown. Cea}9 not keep the Queen of England iron
 a lover ike lohn Brown.