The Osceola times., 1884-03-08

10 be next to the mau that comes before
me-"
"RoBERr CoLLYER."
Then follow these:
Build thee more stately mansion,sO, my
As the swift seasons roll,
Leave thy low-vaulted pasty ~
Let each new temple nobler than the last
shut thee from Heaven with dome more
vast,
Till thou at length art free,
| Leaving thine outgrown shell by Lies un
resting sea!
OLIyER WENDELL HOLMES
And Of some wonder-blossom yet we drenm
Whereof the time that is enfolds the seed
some flower Of light to which the rose shall
seem
\ fair and fragile wees
Lucy LARCOM
No more than doth the miller there
shut in our several cells, do We
Know with what waste of beauty riuc
Moves every days machinery.
JR. LOWELL.
This last III a clear but somewhat cramp-
letters enlarged Longfellow writes about
our Bedouin cares folding their tents
like the Arabs" Then there IS page
devoted to presidents, present and past
but thew are of no consequence
Julia and Abby Smith, the darling
girls of Glastonbury, come next. patheti-
cally protesting about the sheriff seizing
their COWS. Lt.....
Charles Dudley Warner writes:
Though we can neither draw nor paint, 3
To this complexion must We come at last
Mark Twain now strillesout Us a him
ner. With bold pen. and Ink he has
drawn at the top Of the page d creature
that might be worshiped without violat-
ing the commandments, as II is not an
image of anything on earth or in tie air
-or water, INT it looks little like a COW
and some like compost heap. Under
this he has boldly written "A Cat" add
ing If by We Mr.. Warner means
Hartford generally, 1t would have better
become him to speak for himself alone,
and not wantonly hut the feelings of
those of MS who can draw and paint.
SAM'L J.. CLEMENS
Thomas Mast makes his mark right
here. Observing the amorphous insect
which Marx Twain has arrogantly cali
ed "a eat, MT Mast calmly draws a con
ventional cat, back up and splitting fire,
and written under it, This is dog TIL.
Mast"
Then follow these:
No fate, save by the victims fault, i, low
For God hath writ all dooms magnificent,
30 gut not trrvcrses His tender villa
H. WAnpo EaERsoN.'
Dear is the minstrel even TO the heart oi prose;
But he who sets all aspiration free
..- Is daaror 10 humanity.
BAyAED TAYLOR.
L EmersOn's hand is FAR aslant with light
strokes scarcely touching the paper,
while Taylor's is firm, and the words 30
compact that they occupy hardly more
room than PRINT.
Now comes pictures again-fifty of
them in succession. wish my dull cat-
alogIe could convey some idea Of the
beauty Of these artistic bits
Walt Whitman writes apparently with
a Stick-letters two inches long.
There are scraps of sentiment from
Harriet Beccher Stove CuItls, John
Weiss. FrOthingnam, II. W'BcllOws, Ed
gar Fawcett, "Ilans Breitman." Mary
Mape- DODGE, but ! have not room to
quote. Mrs. f. ID. Il. y iSouthworth writes
pageful in a hand like that of a man
Just learning how to wiite--all the down
strokes heavy. William Allen Butler
quotes his last verse oi Nothing to
Wear" This alhumis Of such a royal
character, incluiins 80 many distinguish
ed people and SO spiendiGlv embellished
that am going to write. clandestinely,
on the last page before sending it back:
q, volume OF volumes, Memorial pages
OF art thdt cnrapturo- aud wit that engages,
OF miu~trcl>. and prophets and poets. and
All pcrchei IN appropriate nook~;
The pilgrim, unssndacd shall paus+ st each
That Flows mid the luminous wilhiows
Ahamc.
And walk in Joy through thi, temple of
fame
This Westminster Abbey Of books