The Dispatch. [volume] (Provo City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1891-04-15


near that it is Fourth of July, the hey
day of loyalty, with its numerous dry
oratiOpS and speeches.
But speaking of loyalty reminds me
that this is in verify great loyal,
truly UnioniSt anniversary. Is it not
twenty six years since General Lee
surrendered to his more successful
but still esteemed opponent, the i'm
mortal Grant, the poor remnant of an
army that had fought well in bad
cause and that did well to hitch the
wornout cavalry horses before the
loughs oyer desolated fields, and to
turn the badly hacked swords Of frat
ricidal strife into utensils for tilling
the soil, drenched with the fertilizing
blood of friend and foe? True the
President of the l-begotten and bet
ter forgotten, Confederacy, jeff Davis
had, like Scott's Frederick Lady of
the Lake." III, 81: No thought of
peace, 10 thought of rest,'' but still he
did find peace, peace such as Earth
gives only in her last motherlS em-
brace, and rest such as only Death
seals upon our care-furrowed fronts
with his clammy fingers. What con-
jmes up these thoughts in my mind at
this juncture is notice on the second
volume of my LAS You Like It."
which notice appeared in the March
number of the Mountain Educator, an
educational monthly magazine, pub
lished at Harrison, Boone Co., Arkan
aas. In this critical review of the I'M
pretentious work in question, the
writer, by one of those flashes of ORR
giDal taste for which there is no &C
counting here on earth, or will there
be behind the veil, classes together my
lode on Jefferson Davis" and my bal
lad, Jimmy Iverson." calling them
truly poetical pieces" Undoubtedly
tho kindly reviewer no less worthy
parsonage than Prof. j. w. Blenkinship
of Rally Hill Academy, Arkansas, in
tended to compliment me highly by styl-
ing my humble sonnet on the late (but
certainly not here lamented) ex-Pres-
dent of the ex Rebellion of ex-ecrated
memory, an ode" There is no disput-
ing about taste. But it struck me Gas il
would, were my friend and e1-collsague
Chas. S. King of the Ogden Union to
edit the Atlanta Constitution to find
a rank southern publication utter
a word of fattering appro-
baton for a poem of mine,
Originally published in said Unisn)
wherein the following lines appeared;
"A rebel he, indeed. but brave at heart,
He turned IscariAt, by Cavalier.
And fll-advised and ill-begotten pride,
On him and his flew back the poisoned dart
Now, the critic who wrote, and the
editor who published virtual indorse-
ment of my sentiments, in southern
paper, for the young and rising genera
ton, did not understand them, or, if
they did, they must be of another
architecture than the Legislators loyal
and learned) of that same State, who
recently caused the picture of George
Washington, behind the speakers
desk, to be superseded by the portrait
OF Jefferson Davis. In my whole book
| said many harsh things about GER
tain people of historical infamy; but |
called none of them an arbitrator
mot even Torquemada, the hell-hero
of the Spanish Inquisition). And now
| get applause for calling jeff. Davis
an neutrality-suspicious. from Arkansas,
where they place him over and above
and in place of the father of his coun-
try! Is this sarcasm, irony, wit? What |
is itP Is ''the bloody chasm" filled by |
the ink that was spilled in the printing |
of Vol.II. of my "As You Like It?" Is
it safe, down in Arkansas, to call JET |
ferson Davis an "Iscariat?'' Why, | |
expected to have my book burned by
the hangman's hands and the ashes
scattered amidst the roaring bowls of
an outraged community to all the
winds of heaven, with my much
and misspelled name handed
down to the obloquies Of posterity
But such is life in the far southw estl
Is that press dispatch about jeff.
Davis portrait in the Little Rock
Capital, another Associated Press fake
ike the yalorous schoolmaster at
Mount Hope, Ind? wot not, trow
not; but l have taken Illegal" steps to
ascertain for the consolation of nv
)wn heart, which panteth for truth as
hart does for water in the lot July
Jun on an alkali fiat around Salt Lake.
No allusion to Bret Harte; he
,anteth not for water, such breaches
If etiquette are not in conformity
With The Luck of Roaring Camp"
Well, I've been roaring for quite
While, now. I'd better decamp. But
cannot do so without urging you to s
10 your level best to help US secure a
nail-route daily, of course, if not
'ftenerl up and down Provo canon, in s
edition to the existing circuit.
deanwbile we will try and keep our {
water AS pure as we can, so that your 8
liquid supply shall vie with Holstein |
in wholesomeness, if net /
ensity and color. AS can't hold the G
later, I'll hold my peace. Remaining T
ours, LEO HAEFELI.
mo, thank you; | never waltz" .
aid = blushing damsel at the recent
econd Ward dance, INA says If any =
{ the young men want to hug me they :
,us+ do II op tha xlv. Chp won't boya u