The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1886-11-30


red West, the crimson rainbow that
arches the skies, the gnarled old oaks
now waving their gaunt arms as II in
silent protest against the November
cold, the regal flowers Of June or this
spapgled summer woods do not seem
10 inspire the muse OF the Memphis
bard. But he turns the wealth Of his
sxuherant fancy upon another theme
aud by laborious process he dIags
his thoughts and fancies from the re.
luctant and resisting soil Of bis mind,
and thus he wsrbes and wabbles:
SATURDAY NIGHT.
For the Avalanche.
'Tis Saturday night. the week Is closed,
It's labors hushsd and done;
It's tolls, cares and an xietios
Have ceased with setting sun;
And mammon, whom we servo so we'll,
90 loyalty and true,
shall DO deprived At least one day
OF thought and service, too.
Wen wEsathe around our happy hearth,
In flowers offancy, loving friends,
Whose memory time boguiles.
Wen 10 oaoh fragrant bud give name
OF th0ee We hold Ger dear
And twine them 70 and our heart ofhearts,
An exquisite parterre.
There now, Moore is poetiCsl daisy.
He wel.ses over the whole gamut OF
hHrhsn passions, h1msn emotions
And human sympathies, and il any
man can read the above without feel
ing q wave Of thrilling delight romp-
ing up and down his spinal column,
he has no taste for glory, no admira-
ton for the beautiful and the sublime
when they thus meet together
and so irantically and lovingly kiss
each other. That is poem which
will upset the category and overturn
the prsdicament." Moore's muse has
betrayed him, for the perhdious god.
dess has palmed on him the most dia-
bolioal prose for genuine poetry. The
Memphis bard seems to think that
poetry means correspondence OF
sounds in the terminating OF words or
syllAbles, and he is not even a
rhymester, and IS to idealiiy, be hes
none, while his rhythm Is along
about % smoothly as an old fashioned
grlst mill with an occasional cog miss
ing, and "in the name OF the Civi.
liGltion Of tho nineteenth CEN
tury" We protest" against his
measure and his meter. As some
deaf deacon struggling vainly with the
hymn comes lagyipg on verse behind
the choir and, standing up alone, I'M
daunted, bowls out the closing lines
after the organ has CEASED and the
congregation BEEN dismissed, 30 do
the long lines OF our poet laureate
come hobbliDR up after the shot lines
have ate their supper and gone TO bed.
A celebrated painter kept in the most
conspicuous place in his gallery the
meaneSt daub Of all his immense col.
lection 10 remind him OF tina goodness
Of his Creator in permitting human
being TO live long enough TO paint
such hideous picture. II the
Memphis bard is permitted to
live after toturing an inno-
cent and unofending community
with such excruciating dog.
gerel as the above the world will have
still more cause TO be reminded Of the
forbearance and long suffering Of the
good Lord, who in His mercy spares
the monster whose poetry has brought
sorrow and anguish upon deienseless
men, women and children. When
the Memphis Bard ceased to torture
the community with his loose, lumi-
nous and luxurious letters for the
public press, and commenced wooing
the muses., patient and afflicted pub
lie rejoiced as II felt that any change
would be relief. But now that IL
hiss seen q specimen OF the Bard's po-
elry he Ia begged and imploTed to re-
tern to prose again, ss the reading
public had rather be tortured with
this scribblers letters than murdered
with his poetiCal strlChynine. Mem
phis Is proud Of the fame Of her cher
ished son az statesman and
now that he is wrestling with
the muses. Il Is hoped
he win not permit the frosta Of crit
icism 10 nip the postical buds before
they blossom. II Is true the chords
OF the posts heart are too sensitive,
tender and delicate for the rugged
storms Of life. But genius and per-
severance triumph over all difficult es,
and II the Memphis bard will buckle
himself down TO business, as the
centuries roll by, the statues OF the
two Moores viii occupy adjUioing
| inches In the pantheon Of fame; but
Instead OF standing 'Prand, gloomy
and peculiar" "wrapt in the solitude
o. their own origipality,n MS we'll be-
naved n'atues usually do, they will
S SIm me ages in trying 10 solve the
ulihcult problem which were the
swee1sr post-which lef, the brighter
lame behind Tom or B II MooreP