The Arkansaw traveler. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1882-1???, 1889-03-16
Written for. The Arkans1ic Trareler
UNE GRANDE CKITIQUE.
by HOLLY HocK.

Now, | do not generally employ
foreign languages, whether living OF
dead, TO help me out, but | feel that
this is an occasion wherein a multi
pliclty of terms and grammatical
eulogies must be deduced from my
fund of appreciation, and upon the
theme on which am about TO embark
| wish 10 bring all my powers and
capabilities into play, il seems as if 10
call all the languages in the world
from the vastly deep into use, from
Sanscrit to Anglo Saxon, could not
do it Justice; and Justice above al
things, is the one thing am bowling
for, so to the rescue Canadian French
and PatoiS English I'0tld tout.
Taken rs a whole | like the "pome'
very much, for ii is a pretty little
thing of poetic description that | an
called upon to criticise. The subject
is handled with nerve and power, and
displays deep thought on the part OF
the author; like it, as | previously
observed, it pleaSes me and conse-
quently approve of it.
The metre, from my limited range
of vision, seems perfect. as the great
and immortal Olin Ophir phrased it
there doesn't seem TO be gas escaping
in any of the lines; they are full
rounded and complete, trimming over
with pathos, bathos and what not
The author is friend of mine and,
may say with a great deal of humble
humility, great admirer of mine he
admires my giant intellect, my massive
brain, my budding talent and
incipient genius. do not avow that
l possess all these, (though in truth
might with modesty but they are what
he admires in NE, and well like 10
have him. Knowing ones own faults
and failings, ones own limitations and
dearth of knowledge, one loves to
have others account them great, bow
down in humble alteration at their
hollow shrine and be waited on 10
glory by fictitious means; while I'M
DERIVING all is the cunning thought
if they only knew how little | know
Don't let anyone suppose, for al
instant, that intend these remarks to
apply to myself! l am dealing just
now in allegory, and | should make il
CORY for some one else if found them
thinking anything of that kind, and
they might find l was dealing in
simple gore. seem to have run afoul
of my subject, and to be making an on
slaught on some innocent person OF
persons unknown. Well, all can say
in excuse is to quote my friend "Bot
Sacket," of Saratoga :" Gentlemen
am peaceable man, but when the
tiger within me is aroused, l thirst
for human gore"
But to return to the "pome" which
by-the-by, gentle reader, is by the
famous Ira Sarch-it is a gem of rarest
ray serene-there, am trying to quote
poetry, but somehow it won't work
l am no poet, so you will readily
understand, that l founder most
woefully in unknown seas.
AS my friend and co-equal, Bill
Nye, says: / should be tickled to
death to say something pleasing
agreeable and eminently appropriate
to Mr.. Sarch, nay more, as another
friend of mine quite sptly puts it
I should feel highly tickled, if could
only make Ira know how much ]
appreciate that little stroke of his
graphic pen. But, you see, | am SC
naturally modest, 30 .je ne sdis QuOt,
that words fail me, and / am dumb
with an inhorn consciousness that had