Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1890-01-23
HoRus.

Bear in mind that wafer Dan ne'er took
before.
CHORUS.
Down went MeGiniy to the bottom OF the
say
They haven't found him yet, For the
water it uas wet
And they say his weary ghost haunls tic
docks at break Of day
Dressed in bis best sunday clothes.
ExFL,Ur1 bows SESf N'5N1r.
There is one thing that must be
said OF it, and that Is, it is a three
volume novel in 4 small compass.
There j. a succession of well-cOn-
nected disasters ending in MOURN
ful tragedy, all Of which must be
balm 70 the heart of the sensation
alist. Ii may seem strange that q
/ person would fall six stories in order
/ 20 gain small wager. But il viii
be remembered that, when the Par
neliites in the British Parliament
I charged TIE government with brli-
tSlity t. cOnviets in Irish prisons,
Ballour replied that Irish prisoners
made themselves sick pirpOsely TO
Z embarrdss the government. Fin
ally one prisoner named Vaudeville
died in prison, and Henry La
bouchere asked BalfOur did Mande-
I vile kill himself 10 harass the Tories.
An Irish patriot In Ireland may put
himself in the way Of being killed,
but there il little fear Of an Irish
patriot In America doing So, but
AlcGinty, though an Irish citizen,
docs not rank as patriot.
In my opinion We have many
lyrics i'm our own literature far sur
passing theMcGinty one, both in dra-
matte strength and practical vigor.
| read shOrJ time ago in Tullidge's
History OF salt Lake City, n poem
entitled "fhs prOspector. which,
in my opinion, far transcends Nc
Ginty. In "Hhe Prospector'' there
are few slips in the rhyme which
could he adjusted ifthe bard awaited
himself Of the usual poetic license.
For instance in these lines:
"From the wondr1us visions OF Tong ogo'
To the naked shade that We call Hour.''
Ago and noic are supposed to rhyme, I
but tie author Is careless ahout the /
matter. Notice in the McGinty I
poem where the poet was in n SINH /.
lar perplexity, how he got out Of it. Z
He says:
When his half year was spent
Thsylei N.eGinty went.
You see went" is much better than 4
''gO," and the ear Il not offended. I
II the "Pruspector" may ring in the
kerry Cow, " then there would be .
nice rhyme for now As 10 .
wOndrOus visions, we were led TO .
believe Geutiles in Utah did not
have visions. Here is q passage
from the ''ProspectOr:''
And the others, too, they are all dead;
By the tursld ella persisted Ned;
Brave. noble Ernest. he was lost
ArIid Monisna's ice and frost;
Anc DENIES life weui out IN gloom
Deep In the Comsiocs's wants. Of doom
And / am left, the last OF all,
And A. tonight the cold SHOWS tall,
Ane t-rbarous winds around me roar,
AsAAAaA ar AaAA- N'aa1s - q anu % EE=-
ThatI have hoped and suffered, all,
From the twenty years roll back the pan
k-um the crstv, thorny. wearr track
And the iortuous path I follow back.
Now, this is something more
more tenderly pathetic
than McGiuty. Think Of Rannie.
poor Bennle! down in the vaults of
gloom: that IL grauder and more
poetic than McGinty n the bottom
Of the SEA, tbsugh the Comstock
ought 10 he more Subjective Il gold (
and silver than Of gloom. But the
chief beauty Of "The Prospector''
lies in the fact that Bill Nye drew
his inspiration from it TO write his
"APosTEoPHE To AZ ORPHAN MULE"
OH lonely, gentle. unobtrasive mule:
Thou standest idly 'gninst the azure sky,
And sadly sing like Pat Lannan's hired
man.
WHO bought thee thus to waiblo
In the nooHiide heat and wrestie with
Thy deep, corodins grief ard joylsss
woes
W no taught thy simple heart
It's pent-up, wildly warning waste
Df wanton woe 10 carve forth upon
The silent airs
ehide thee not, because thy =
song is fTauEht with grief-embittered :
Monotone and ioyless minor chords /
OF wild imported melody, for thou /
Art restless. wOe-5egirt and 4
Compassed round about with gloom, .
Thou tinid. trusting. orphan mule:
Few Joys, indeed. are there, Z
rkoa thrice-besincken. madly-
Mournful, melancholy mule. !
md he alone who sirews 4
Thy pathway with his cold remain. 4
an give tkee recompense :
oflenonchOlY woe.
ie.who hath sought to steer
Thy timber, yielding traii
orninst thy crusper baad. I
Hath given thee Joy. and he alone.
ing on, o mule, and MARBLE d
In the twilight gray. n
'nchidden by the heartiess throng: &.
Sing OF thy parents on thy fathers side; n
earn for the days now pas; and gone. h
For he who pens these hating. \
imping lines to thee u
Doth bid thee yearn. and yearn. and
yezrn-
Comment is superiiuous ON Mr.
yes lyric. OF course its beauty. n
athos and melody must be attrib. a
TED TO the inspiration derived II
ON perusing "The Prospector." Sc
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