The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1885-09-26
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POSING.

1t is to be assumed that all young peO-
pie have before them an open road to
fame as well as fortune. Therefore, since
it is the way of the world that the heads
of the multitude should turn toward eel
ebrated men and women as they pass by,
it is Of the utmost importance that the
said men and women know how to COM
port themselves with dignity in their
prominent position.
There have been men-civilization de-
crees that none such exist in our day
who have not been able to retain their
simplicity of heart and manner when ex-
posed to continual admiration. They
have, indeed, so far succumbed to its
effect as to conduct themselves like per-
sons composing taJleau ricant, as if they
were pledged never to relax a muscle.
The poet b IRON is 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 commits
stoned to execute his statue, and when
the two met for first sitting, the poet
at once assumed an expression of coun-
tenaece quite different from his ordinary
one.
"Will you not be quiet?" said tie
sculptor. You must not make these
faces"
But this is nv expressionr' cried
Byron.
Thorwaldson, however, succeeded i'll
catching likeness which, his friends de-
clared, was the true on; juu Byron was
not at all satisfied with it.
''It does not resemble me in the least"
said he. II look more uNhappy Man
Nat"
Moreover, when, in dressing gown and
slippers, he might have been expected to
throw off his poetic trammels, he still
studied the nature of the posture to lie
assumed as attentively as if he had been
sitting for his picture.
He haze morbid dread of corpuler cy,
and almost underwent the pangs of star
walton 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 light vegetable din
ner, and in the evening cup of green
tea.
lmpre> sed with the idea that poets
should live upon air, he often PIE ended
to be more ethereal than any m rial man
could expect to be-and live
One night he dincd witt. Rogers.
Twill yoI take soup?" aske the host.
"No, | never eat soup" return Q,
Byron.
Another course was brought.
w III YOU take iisll?'
NO, never eat fish,"
Plcstl tly the distIeS. ed lost :
quired,-
will you have some muttOl?"
No, | never eat mutton"
Ii seemed necessary, at that point. to
inquire what he coul,l eat, and Bylonle-
turned.-
Nothing but hard biscuits and soda
water
Sme days AFTER Rogers, me, ting
common friend, ASKED
''lIow long will Byron continue lis
peculiar style of dist?'
Just us long as you continue to Iotice
il, was the shrewd answer.
Poor poet. Set up as a target for the
world rlanctS. and condemned by his
own vanity t" keep the pose considered
appropriate T." that position. Let us hope
that the poet of the tu,nrc-for that alto
gether admirable individual must now be
IN process Of growing up'-will take
warming by the absurd Alterations Of mis-
predecessor. and determine to be man or
w"mah; not purrt, worked by the
string oi sentimental fancies