The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-12-17
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From the Jackson Journal.l
. The Associate Editor of the Journal
acknowledges the receipt of an elegantly
bound volume of poems entitled idle
Rhymings," by Mr.. John H. Mackley, the
talented editor of the Jackson Standard.
From the Portsmouth Times]
We acknowledge the receipt of hand
sOmely printed and bound volume of po-
ems, entitled "Idle Rhymings," the pro-
duction of John FL. Mackley, the spicy ed
itOr of the Jackson Standard. Mr.. Mack
ley ranks among the first of Ohio'S poets.
Being printed on the finest of paper with
silhouette border and corners to every
page. and bound in Pattersen's best style,
it will be an attractive addition to the Ii
brary. Many of the poems are of local
application to Jackson and this vicinity,
| which entities it to place in every
| household in Southern Ohio. "Tom's
| Train is In" was written on the occasion
| of the death of conductor Tom Jones, so
| well known on the Branch. We will
| publish this when we have more space.
From the Chillicothe Advertiser.l
We have received "Idle Rhymings," a
pen of John FL. Mackley Esq, editor of
the Jackson, Ohio, Standard. These po-
| ems have appeared at different times in
the Standard and many of them possess
merit of high order Brother Mackley
| will accept our thanks for the work.
From the Gallipolis JournalI
We have before us a new volume con-
tanning j. FL. Mackley's fugitive poems.
Mr.. Mackley is editor of the Jackson
S41 -. L..
peared as the editor the paper has taken
| a new personality, formerly chiefly dis
tinguished for that trait. The new edi-
tor showed early by his work that it is
hard work and plenty of it, that we are
pleased to call talent. While his verses
do not exhibit a new composition, yet
they tell the oft repeated tale of every
day Incidents in strong, sweet language,
polished and unmistakably moral in SEN
timent. We only hope that Mr.. Mackley
may acquire more than local fame for his
clever pen.
[From the Wellston Argus.l
John Mackley's new book, idle Rhym-
lngs," is on sale at AtkinsOn's store.
Price enc dollar. None of our citizens
excellent collection of Johns famous
poetry.
From the Bucyrus Journal.J
"IDLE RHYMINGs."- J. 81. Mackley,
of the jackson Standard, has issued a lit
tie volume of poems, which have appeared
at different times in his paper, under the
above title. During several campaigns
the Jackson Standard has printed num-
Der of bright and cutting poems which
have been extensively copied, showing
their excellence.
Since writing the above the Journal
has received from Mr.. Mackley copy of
these poems. The volume is handsomely
printed by the Standard office, and con-
tains about 125 poems, on different sub
jects, the campaign poems all being omit
ted.
The poems reflect credit on the gentle
man who besides the arduous duties of
issuing good weekly newspaper has the
ability and time to produce a volume of
poems, and many of them of merit and
with true poetry breathing through them.
From the Marietta Register.l
IDLE RHYMINGs.-John FL. Mackley,
editor of the Jackson Standard, has issued
from his own office a neat volume of po-
ems written at his leisure moments. The
volume is one of about two hundred pag-
es and in typographical appearance is
creditable to the Standard office.
Mackley is yet young. He grew up
in his fathers Office, and early imbibed
the editorial instinct. AS writer of
verse, his manner is simple and smooth.
His subjects, are common place, but in
SCARCELY one of his efforts is there lacking
some gem of expression. He has evident
ly written from impulse.
From Harvest Time" we quote the
first StanZa:
The reaper travels his yearly rounds
Through the fields of golden grain,
And the merry voice of the binder sounds
Like an answering refrain.
As the swift machine thro' the stubble rings,
And the binder bends DER his work and sings.
deacon Slasher on Shows" is in the
Will Carlton style, and opens thus:
Now, Martha, faint fur me to say that every
We find some good commingled with the bad
Now, like to see the circus move along the
The elephant with swinging trunk, the bands
with music sweet.
I ever hnger near the tent with innocent de-
To see the woman, scanty clad, walk up the
sloping wire.
Should Will Carlton offer the poem
"The Last Good Night" to Harper's, one
ward. 1t represents an aged husband, in
view of death, taking leave of his wife
"Jane" and conveys tender sentiment and
many fine expressions. The closing lines
have this vision:
The clouds now slowly break away, hear the
And, to the time Of tuneful harps, I hear the
I see new beauties rise to view, friends of my
boyhood days
Are singing, sweetly singing, their songs of love
and praise.
hear their soft and sweet refrain this simple
story tell:
"Who serves his God can never fail to serve
mankind as well.h
hear-ah, now the air grows chill-now fades
the glimmering light
There there Dear Jane, tits goiug out 1 long
for rest! GOOD NIGHT.
In contrast with this is "TexaS Jim
With eye of eagle and strength of bear,
With J1ngl1ng spurs and martial air.
Stalwart of frame and mighty of limb,
Such is the dangerous Texas Jim.
The man who eats his enemies,
The wonderful Texas Jim.
Any one with poetic fire at all lighted
in his soul will find an hour well spent in
reviewing the little volume. 1t closes |
with They Tell Me Grant Is DYING"
published, when it was written, in the |
Register.
We hope Bro. Mackley will still find |
time to cultivate the muses..
From the Ironton Busy Bee.l
We have received a small volume of |
original poems by John H. Mackley, edi- |
tor of the Jackson Standard. idle Rhym-
ings," as the book is called, is well worth |
reading. The author displays the true
heart of a poet in his notice of little
things; the birds, the trees, the flowers,
even inanimate works of man, all have !
a language of their own for him.
Some of his poems are we're touching,
witness the following verses in "Old Sol
diers' Letters"
With the Springtime flowers there comes to me
Voices long unheard but Well-knOWn still,