The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1884-05-17
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the young lady, ''but anyhow, I've got
to get up this paper, and it occurred to
me that perhaps one of you editors could
assist me. | want to get some extracts
from the works of our best known poets
to illustrate what l shall say. Now,
there's Mr.. Tennyson, for instance; he S
written some fine poetry. hasn't he o''
eyes. ALT has occasionally shot some
pretty fair verse athwart the literary
horizon
Gould you give me specimen Of his
style?" eagerly asked the young lady.
Il never read a line of those big poets
in my life-nothing but what the 7ribune
poets write
I've have got some daisies from Daisy
vile on our STAFF" said the horse re-
porter, 'hut if you want few gems
from the cd master suppose you can
have them. Tenny sons May Queen is
one Of the most popular poems. Want
some Of that: -
"Why, yes. think two or three verses
would be inst the thing
"Well,' said the horse reporter, it
goes like this:
you must wake and call me early, cali me
early, mother dear:
To-morrow'll be the boss old day for pop
and ginger beer:
And when they strike the pie, mother, III
say my little say
For Pm to be Queen of the May, mother,
I'm to be Queen of the May.
There's many a nifty girl, they say. but
none lays over me;
There's Margaret and Mary, and cross ,eye ed
Lucy Lee:
But you bet your life take the cake, and
of biscuit sweep the tray;
So I'm to he Queen of the May, mother, Pm
10 be Queen of the May
''Do you think that is enough - asked
the young lady.
ooh, yes: those verses will give 'em ar
idea of Alf's gait. Variety is what they
want. You know. You ought to have
something from Bryant. His Indian
Girls Lament is pretty we'll thought Of
rs it, I'm sure | don't know. ]
shall leave it all to you
"Well, can give you chunk of it. -
''Do, if you please"
This is the way it starts:
g An Indian girl was sitting where
Her lover, Walking Flea Patch, lay;
Beside her stood spawned horse
That sadly chewel some musty hay,
Upon stump herself she flung,
And then this simple lay she sung:
'lve placed the bottle at your head,
o Walking Flea Patch, so that when
You strike the town and paint it red
You will not miss your Laughing Ell,
Who, sitting in the wigwam, will
Adore her noble warrior still
Now, you see," said the horse re-
porter, 'thcse selections cover the child
ish glee and loving truthfulness rackets.
What you want to finish with is some
thing pathetic-something tina" will make
the young women sniffle. Hoods Song
of the Shirt ought to do that nicely.
Suppose we sling them few lines OF
that"
Very well," said the young lady.
You know | depend wholly on your
Judgment in this matter"
well, here it is:
with fingers weary and worn,
In little tive-room fiat,
A woman sat with eyelids red
Trying to trim hat.
Rip turn, twist
Then gave it a spiteful tirt,
While beside her lies like ghostly thing
Her husbands buttonless shirt
o girls, with brothers dear.
girls who hope to he wives,
Remember that shirts with buttons are
The dream of mems hard lives
Rip. turn, twist,
Till your hands are weary and worn
But the wind will sweep with 4 willing sigh
Through the pants that are ever torn. "
you're very kind said the young
lady, going.
Don't mention it. Come in again
when you think we are all out.