Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-10-23
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The Outgrowth Of sickening Sentiment
FancleS.

Tho Outsrowth Of sickening sentimsatal
Fancles.
It is TO be assumed that all young
people have before them an open road
to fame as well asfortune. Therefore,
since it is the way of the world that the
heads of the multitude should turn to-
ward celebrated men and women as
they pass by, it is of the utmost import
ance that the said mon and women
know how to comport themselves with
dignity in their prominent position.
There have been GENERALIZATION
decree that one such exist in our day!
who have not been able to retain
their simplicity of heart and manner
when exposed to continual admiration.
They have, indeed, so far succumbed
to its effect as to conduct themselves
like persons composing a t0bleau Vivamt,
as if they were pledged never to relax
a muscle.
The poet Byron is a notable example
of this artificial manner of living. He
was probably really a very unhappy
man. but it harmonized with his poetic
sensibilities to be thought more
wretched than he really was.
Thorwaldsen was at one time COM
missioned to execute his statue, and
when the two met for a first sitting,
the poet at once assumed an expression
of countenance quite different from his
ordinary n
Evil you not be quiet?' said the
sculptor. "You must not make these
faces"
"But this is my expression!" cried
Byron.
Thorwaldsen, however, succeeded in
catching a likeness which, his friends
declared, was the true one, but Byron
was not at all satisfied with it.
'.lt does not resemble me in the
least said he. II look more unhappy
than Mat!r
Moreover, when, in dressing gown
and slippers, he might have been ex-
pected to throw off his poetic trammels,
he still studied the nature of the posture
to be assumed as attentively as if he
had been sitting for his picture. He
had a morbid dread of corpulency, and
almost underwent the pangs of starva-
ton in his efforts to preserve a proper
poetic fragility. A thin slice of bread,
with cup of tea, constituted his break
fast; he then took a light vegetable
dinner, and in the evening a cup of
green tea. Impressed with the idea
that poets should live upon air, he
often pretended to be more ethereal
than any mortal man could expect to
be-and live.
One night he dined with Rogers.
Twill you take soup?" asked the
host.
"No, 1 never eat soup,'' returned
Byron.
Another was brought.
Evil you take tish?'
''No, lnever eat fish,
Presently the distressed host in
CURED:
"Will you have ome mutton?"
"NO, l never eat mutton"
1t seemed necessary. at that point, to
inquire what he could eat, and Byron
returned:
Nothing but h<td biscuits and soda
water"
Some days after, Rogers, meeting a
common friend, asked:
'How long will Byron continue his
peculiar style Of diet?"
tJust as long as you continue to no.
tice it" was the shrewd answer.
Poor poet! Set up as a target for the
worlds glances, and condemned by his
own vanity to keep the pose consid-
cred appropriate to that position! Let
us hope that the poet of the future-for
that altogether admirable individual
must now be in process Of growing
up''-will take warning by the absurd
Alterations of his predecessor, and de-
termine to be man or woman; not a
puppet, worked by the string of senti-
mental fancies.-Youth,s C~on1Dn1i0n.