The sun., 1891-05-24

I've resumed our journey that same day. but
o9 99 he ArseSes that in due time % we s'e reached
| Fort Yuma without further molestatton.
A Lost Tale OF Thaekeray.
Mr.. ohas p. johnson contributes an article
to tho London AtheaGum for May 2. in which
he tells how he has rescued recently from OBJ.
livion o lost sketch by Thackeray. entitled
| Reading q POEM"
| 1t seems almost incredible that any tale oi
| Thackeray's should have been buried for flfty
years. 1t appeared IN the pages OF weekly
paper collod tho britannia. under date OF
May I. 1S41. This britannia censed to appear.
and but one COPY IL preserved-in the British
Museum. whore Mr.. Johnsonfound the sketch.
1T Is certain" he writes. +" not only that this
sketch has never been reprinted, but that its
original appearance has never been recorded.
though it was specifically stated to be BY Mr..
Michael Angelo Titmarsh. Having regard to
this. to the characteristic style and subject
| with the familiar references to Sir Edward
| and Dickens. and the temperance OF the
ever-welcome Yellowplush and to Tbacke-
rays rising popularity at that time when the
Paris Sketch Book and Comic Tales and
Sketches had both appeared in volume form.
| It seems inexplicable that the sketch should
have been SO completely lost sight Of So 1t is.
however. and it is the belief that all lovers and
students OF Thackeray's work will be interest
mako 1t known"
hf Sssnss e. sdss sos
aWorshipper OF the Muses. IN dressing gown.
VIII his Fna shirt GO, collars sSrnsd d1Wp
publishers costume Of deep black.
w Bs.aysr ss,y an ERglisIh gentleman Of the
red velvet waisteoat dirty blue satin cravat,
dirty TROUSERS. dirty boots.
press: editor OF the Castadan Magazine: very
neat, neSt, in black; and diamond pin: -
Mr; y; lsto%tpmsh' tDn' my lords body servant. In
The Heading OF = Poem is q satire on the
then ad F5snashes
ee t.ed asprants 81 I 70 epary ana
After an intefvleS % between u Lord LIDsps Daudley
and the publisher Boyle. arrangements are
70 snd o.
With the aid OF the two journalists. Dishwash
and Bludyer the following poem is produced:
"1HE sDsG FLOWER ror."
CHE Flower rfs .Sy "a. .S hs writer by the
"My little humble flower pot.
Upon my turret Haunting frsa
Thou art moro loved by me- Iwos
Than all tho sweets OF Araby.
Not all the sweets Of Eastern bower
Are half SO dearly priced by ma
As sis tho little garden flower
The miRnonette that bloomsin thee.
"My little. devy. moss grown vase
Forth from its turret looks and sees
Wide stretched around tho park and chase
The dapp!ed deer beneath tho trees
Beside tho river bask tho kne
The sheep are browsing DER tbs sward
And kine- and sheep, and deer arc mine
And all tho park calls Daudlsy lord.
"safe sheltered in thy turret nook,
My gentle flower pot 'tis thine
Upon this graceful scene to look,
Tho lordship of nv ancient limo,
Rich my lands wide thsy range
And Jet do esteem them not
And slightly would my lordship change
Against my little flower Dot"
0tshpaIh-whewi
Daaales-como. come Bludysr. that's too much
Blndyer-Not . whit ss you shall ses
by wide estates set no store
Nor store on sparkling coronst,
The poers heart can value more,
This fragrant plant of miRnonstts.
And as he fondly thinks Of her
Who once tho little treasure owned.
Tho lover may tho gift prefer
To mines OF gold and diamond"
Isn't that now, perfectly satisfaetoryf You are |
lover and your mistresss Rtt 10 precious to on
than Poio; poet land that you know You ars and
little flower provokes In you--
DHhp1sh-Hopea feclingS passionate asriratopa |
houRht' sst do lie too deep for tears Holy memories
in the cup OF the Hover. fragrant mys.srious stealing
on tho senses-as-as-
Daudhv-Exactly So You arc perfectly right sgad; |
though never thought had those feelings before
Dshpdsh-Oh! It's astonishing how the mersst trtns
serves to arouse tho vastsst thoughts; and thus my
mint may aid your lordship. Suppose We continue;
MY mild and winsome flower po.r |
Bndver (astdsj-Mild and winsome: There's anscta. |
ton' But let tho spthets pass; they're good enough
for q lord
Dsh,Ddsh (continuipR):
Ny mild and winsoms flower DOT
As-letmo rse-as ON thy dewy buds gaxa
I think how different Is my lot
Unto my sires ancient days
Whore softly droops my bonny dows.
Ny free and feathery miRnonstts
Upon Its lofty. ancient tower,
The banner OF my race set
Where peaceful roam the kline and sheen
We're men at arms with bow and bill
where blooms my flower upon the keen
A Awardsr blow his clarion shril.
And now for the moral;
Dark memories OF blood and crime
Away! tho poet loves you not:
All me! the chieftains OF that line
Had never seen . hower pot
Ddudley-Brsvo bravissimo. Six stspzss nv ,hs Inn.
mortal gods! Upon my word, you were right Bludyon
and was in the vain. Why, this will MI couple of
pages and we may get the Passion Flowers out In
month. Come and see mo often. my lads hey! and
sgad yea III read You some moro poems"
THE song Of the Flower Pot" vrites Mr.
waiter liye IN the AMtndu,n for May. o. is a
: p,aranhrase g .n M q poem by viscount Morneth.
lle," which begins: '' ~ " Na"0f'n 'AS-
my slight and slender ts,samins tres s
rhoa sr none dssp on %I Eesdsr sr
Than ali the wreath. cf foreign sow..-
Novelties In Cremation Urns.
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