The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1886-03-17

not furnish the funds, his face
changed; he rose and shut The pocket
book, butioned his coat across his
breast, and said: 81 don't want you to
do it, unless You bad rather DO II than
net But thought if II turned ont
we'll, this might be the beginning Of a
friendship between us." cslmed
him little; he sat down again; We
talked OF his plans, and he stayed to
tea.
AN UNPUBLISHED SONNET.
He wrote no verse at Marienberg,
except the following personal sonnst,
which has never been printed:
MyssO CAMMIR.
Boppdrd on he Rhine. August Is, 1872.
Half OF my life Is gone, and have let
The years slip from Eie and have not full
filled
The aspiration Of my youth, TO build
Some tower of song with lofty parspet.
Not IL dolence, nor pleasure, nor the fret
OF restless passions that would not be
stilled,
But sorrow. aud a care that almost killed,
Kept me from what may accomplish yet;
Though, halfway up the bill, see the Past
Lying beneath me with It's SOUNDS ana
A city in the twilight dim and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells and cleaning
And hear above me the sutumnal blast
The cataract of Death far laundering from
the heights
A LITERARY tUPPER.
Lowell gave a supper TO Thackera y.
The other guests were FELTON,, Clough,
Dana, DR.. Parsons (Dante's translator),
Fields, Edmund Quincy, Estes Howe
and myself. We sat down at 10 o'clock
and did not leave the table till /. Very
gay, with stories and jokes;
"Will you take some port?" said
Lowell to Thaekeray.
81 dare drink any thing that becomes
a man."
at will be a long while before that
becomes a man."
ooh, no." cried FELTON,, "it is fast
turning into one"
AS we were going away Thackeray
said: eve have stayed too long" 81
should say" replied the host, zone
long and too short-a dactylic supper"
A LAST GLIMPSE OF PRESCOTT.
Prescott's funeral at the Chaunoey
Place Church, at 3 in the afternoon. 1t
was very impressive and touched me
very much. / remember the last time
l spoke with Presct II. 1t was only a
few days ago. Imet him in Washing
ton street, Just at the foot Of Winter
street. He was merry and laughing as
usual. At the close OF the converse
ton he said 81 am going to shave of
my whiskers; they are growing gray"
Gray hair is becoming" l said. "Be.
coming" he said, what do we care
about becoming, who must 80 soon be
going?' "Then who take the trouble
to shave them OFF," "Thats true"
he replied, with pleasant laugh, and
crossed over to Summer street. So my
last remembrance OF him is pleasant
a sunny smile at the corner of the
street.
AN OLD MANS SORROW.
OF his intimate friends, FELTON, and
Hawthorne were gone. Agass'z was
breaking in health; and one day he
comes to his friend saying: 81 can.
not work." and puts his face in his
hands and weep5. II comfort him as
well as l can with the thought that al
sixty we must work more slowly ard
calmly; that age is better than youth
for system and supervision, though
not for swift execution OF details"
now A POET IS BOTHERED.
Unhapplly for him, his pen was
called upon to busy itself with great
deal of writing which was not poetry,
and not always pleasure. The multi
tude Of letters from entire strangers,
old and young, instructed and illit-
crate, wise and foolish, increasingly
encumbered his study table. His
kindness prompted him to answer
them, some OF them very willingly,
others with reluctance as 30 much
taken from time valued for more val.
liable thinge. Autographs, which &c
many asked for, we're quickly an.
sweied with an inClosed signature, al.
ready prepared in some moment Of
leisure.
By far the larger part Of these Letters
were Of the most trivial character
even to read them wasted time and
patience. "Did the youth in Excel
sior' attain his purpose, or die before
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form me whether OF not your feelings
were in sympathy with your immortal
thought when You wrote the poem oil
the Bridge" please tell me VIII:
was Evangeline, what county did she
belong to, also the place of her birth,
request which came in the very
same words, in one day, from two diff
ierent to Tns. Some lines the request
was for an original poem. OF on'
such from schoolgirl he said: g
could not write it; but tried TO Say
No so softly that she would think /
better than Yes" OF course ther,
were numberless letters inelosinj
verses, or even long poems, with a re
quest for his Scandal criticism" o
his "real opinion" By far the la,ges
part OF these attempts were pstheti
cally hopeless. Some of them wert
comically 80; as those "On the Takin
Of Ticonderoga," beginning:
SIN dreams of bliss from Morpheus couch
The garrison are now aroused;
Their commander at the door appears,
Saying, of this uproar | am not advised.
OF which the writer said: 81 did e
much better than | thought l could
as a beginner at the age of sixty-Aye
that / have really felt little proud c
my poems" OF course, in such easel
Mr.. Longfellow was too kind to sen
back his real opinion" though
: might have been given literally in
, single word. But the letters, in the
multitude, were none Che less burder
come and unwarranted. Charity SUI
7 gesta the excuse that each OF tn
; writers was Ignorant that his or be
= letter was one OF many hundreds lik
Y it; but it would be relief 10 all Ii
erary men il this knowledge could !
taught in our public schools.
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