Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-10-16

MIR. STEkIIlGN BLODGER, AT YOUR SEItN-
 ICE, LADIES'" jacket which he wore. tablet and said: Ladies, l have been sitting in quiet seclusion upon tho sands shadowed by large sun umbrella and my thoughts. As my eyes wandered across the broad expansc of ocean, the muso took possession of my soul and was at once inspired to write an ode to the At lantic. Here is the first stanza in its unfinished state:
 Atlantic. broa ,rG vas: expansc
 Of scrthiay, bo!.,.!; foam"
 Here Armida iiit3rrupted the rcadc-, saying: You will pardon me, know, Mir. Blodger, because you have come hero to court critic!, Il, but do you not think that 'Secthing, boiling foam re- minds one rather uHpleasautly of a soap boiling proc2ss"'
 That rlay bo, bat wc can modify word painting. Miss Ar:Hida. This i; only in tho rough" 'rhCn he continued: "Upon whose bosom whi'c-wl2scd sh!ps.
 Ky dny and night d"roaln."
 "Thcre," said Mir Blodger, as he com pletcd the first sranza. Il think that will work up into somcthin., very neat not to say bcauLifUL'
 Very" said Arm:la anl her mother in unison; but whether they were in elrnest or not would have been difficult to determine from the manner in which they gave their assent.
 You did not xnow that am also g poet, did you?" said Armida to Mir. Blodger.
 'Indeed did not But l am really not surprised that wo can add po2try to your many accomplishments ss," he gal lantly, if awkwardly, responded
 Well, can not exactly be called a poet" was the reply, but I occasion ally indulge in clothing my thoughts in rhyme. Sometimes really do feel son. timentally poetical, and again at other times I am afraid my crude efforts are the result of indigestion or something equally unpleasant However, write my verses and leave my friends to judge of the propelling power" ArTnida passed into the adjoining room and soon returned with O scrap of paper on which were penciled a few lines.
 "Here," said she, 'is something jot. ted down last night after you left. Shall read it to you?" And somehow there was a merry twinkle in the girls eye, which passed unnoticed, however, by the sedate Blodger.
 II shall be delighted to hear you dc so," was Mir. Blodger's response. So ill clear, sweet voice. in which the slight ly mocking tones could only have been discerned by far sharper ears than Blodger possessed, Armida read, as fol. l lows:
 | Ihnve lovers and Seaux half dozen, Who poster me day by day | Not to mention O gay, handsome cousin l Who is always, alacS in my way. l But they bore me so much with their chatter And worry me half to death, 1 Till it's really wonderful matter | Ipossess cen one spasm of breath.
 For, you know, your young, highly dressed dandy
 Is not my ideal of Q mon
 (Although confess he comes handy When we wish some amusement to plan); | Zfancy a man who is portly, Whose hair has tinge of gray, Who makes his bow slowly and courtly, Gives his arm with Allow me pray"
 Iman who can never be twitted
 With being too fresh or too green; | A man who need hardly be pitied | For fewness of years he has seen;
 man who can love liko Q father
 As well as a heart broken swain,
 With experience that tells him 'tis rather Cnwtse to "stay out in the rain"
 When tho soft light of evening is facing
 And hushed is the noisy earth,
 When darkness old ocean is shading
 And fled are the voices of mirth;
 When the stillcd hum of nature is soothing
 my ears,
 And naught through the silence sounds,
 long for my lover of fifty years,
 With his solid two hundred pounds.
 During tho reading Mir. Blodger sal enraptured. and as she finished he mur mured:
 "Bee-autifuL" Then, continuing ir a louder key: Why don't you send tha to Harpers', Miss Delaro; they woult jump at the chance to publish 1t. Tn, sentiment Is admirable and magnificent ly expressed" .(,t
 ''oh, I'm not at ali anxious to rusl into print" was the reply.
 "on the contrary, you ought to be de lighted to give such literary treasure to tho world" responded the old wid over, who secretly felt that Armida ha, AttentiOll