Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-09-27

The courte-s of the good old times. TIE gentlemen
Said he, With those III meet q, coyie's your folks
will not compare"
Says the king, There's Homer here ana an the
bards Of Ancient Groece.
And the chaps that sailed away % far 10 fetch
We've Taily, i.orsce and Montague. Say he, IN
match the lot
II you'll 10, go to Johnny coyles and fetch
Plato inquiries "whom win you bring" and Pike
tells him. particularizing each one whose
name appeared
Enough" old Pluto cried: "the law must be en-
forced, it's plain:
II with those follows once you get youn ns'cr re-
One night would no. consen. you. and Jour fac.
After that spree at johnny Coyle's by me or by
my queen.
sand IL all those fellows come q. once what would
They drown old Charon In the styx and murder
Make love to al the women here-yes, sven to my
Drink all my liquor up and be the torment of my
life.
They'd laugh and sing and ro,lics here and turn
While everyone his best would do to drive dull
care away:
Wen take l them by ins,allments, sir so you may
And dismiss all hope Of visiting the upper world
again"
Now something rash would have been said by
Arkansas. no doubt,
But the queen wlnked at him, as to say, "Tax q
care what you re shout
For very much eiated was the fair Proserpins,
AT me promise Of unbounded fun with this good
company.
So then she hung round Pluto's NECK and TO her
She clasped the cross old vagabond and fondly
MIN earessed,
She murmured, LET him 60. my love. hen surely
come again"
Said he. Il WON'T" said she, Dear lord, do let me
have my way!
Let him be present at his wakei You cannot say
NE nay.
I'm sure you do not love me; If you did you'd not
refuse.
When want to get the fashions and you want to
hear the uews."
And 80 at last the queen prevailed. as women
And thus il comes that once again this gentle
mans with you;
He's under promise to return. but tina. be means
to break,
And many another spree to have beside this
present wake
The contributions from various sources we're
| read and the pause for refreshments was in
ORDER and the ceremonies were adjourned to
the supper room and then flowed back into the
parior, where the songs written by Gen. Nc
Mahon, Ben: Perley Poore. Randolph Coyle
| and others were sung and recited. Every
body did something to add to the rejoicing
| and In honor Of Pixies return to life. The
| Wake" concludes the account by saying:
by the by, Purser Slamm being called on for
| yarn commenced one, and If completed in
time will appear in O subsequent edition. "
Levi ID. Slamm-who remembers him, for
nearly all his contemporaries are gomez He
was one OF the most genial companions, and in
the days when the old whig party was power
Sianlm was the editor OF 1.-The loeofoco" party
journal, as the wings called the democrats of
that day. The firm which published the paper
Slamm edited was ''Slamm, Bang d Co." He
was the friend and ally of that other glorious
fellow, Isaac Fowler, whose sad death caused
such universal sorrow. Pardon this depression,
but the name of an old friend led my pen to
recording some memory OF him. The wake,
like things human, ended, and my memory of
it is that we-that is, everybody escorted Pike
home and disquieted the neiShborhood by sing
| ing ''Auld Lang Syne." JOHN F. CoYLE.