The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1892-10-15
THE MANTLE THE MASTER.
Looking For a Poet Worthy to
Wear Tennyson's Cloak
William Morris Would scorn to Pander
toPrinces and swinburne's Onenses
Iiavc Been Many--May Choose
Minor hard.

Minor Hard.
LONDON. Oct 1l-Renan's g ashes must
lie in Montmartre until tho chamber of
deputies meets and votes the necessary
permission for their removal to tho
Pantheon. But Tennyson's remains go
direct 10 the English valhalla- Tho
dead laureate will he buried close be-
side tho greatest poet. his contempo-
rary, and his name will be carved ON
the vacant half Of tho diamond shaped
stone on the floor The other part.
which bears simply the words Robert
browning's grave, is just in front OF
Chaucer's ancient tomb, and the bust
of Longfellow looks down upon It
Counting both divisions of the transept
known as the poets corner, there then
remains. it is said, only space for Ave
more burinls in that portion of West
minister Abbey.
The vacancy. in the laureateship hos
been so long in mems minds and tho
ambitious group of minor poets have
dissembled their eagerness so indiffer-
emily that the public has grown into q
habit of jeering scornfully whenever
they emit anything of even quasi
public nature. Last winter they all
rushed to issue elegiac odes on the
duke of Clarence, with results which
are universally admitted to be lament-
able. Thus far i've Of them-viz, Al
fred Austin. Edwin Arnold, Lewis
Morris, Robert buchanan and Austin
Dobson Gf, indeed, it is not injustice
to connect the last name with sug-
gestion of self-seeking)-b forth In
competitive commemoratton which
people find it impossible to take on its
merits. Even if they had any view
other than bid for the vacant post
:heir efforts would only show afresh
how impossible it will be to think OF
of any of them us Tennyson's successor.
Such papers as have spoken at allon
the subject reveal general feeling
tAat Swinburne and William Morris
are the only men who have distinctly
defined claims to be considered. Since
the latter is admittedly out of the rum
ming on the grounds Of his militant So
cialism. sentiment narrows itself to
swinburne. To quote an expression
ohASudy uSCo IA GlA1S bpOItlu& AouA, AV
stands as favorite against the field OF
outsiders There will be material for
a vast deal of personal gossip, not to
lack that element so essential to En-.
glish complications, namely-the indi-
vidual prejudices and predictions of
the queen. Whether rightly or not.
she is credited with determined dis
like for Swim burne. and in this she
will have the backing OF most of her
elderly associates, who are prim, reli-
gious people, equally aghast at the
morals of "Laus Vencris" and the pa
ganism in the Garden Proserpine.
So it is quite conceivable that tho quss-
tion of the laureateship will develop
into sort of twin brother to Lsbou-
cheres grievance over his exclusion
from the cabinet
The latest tribute to the dead poet
laureate is from the pen of Robert
buchanan 1t is published in tho Tel
egraph and is as follows:
'Tis DER; he leaves the lonely road
Whe con he Jared so long;
The gentlest, brightest knight of God;
The Galahad of song.
The only one of oil our knights
Who wore the suowwhite mall,
And turned from strife and lewd delights
To seek the holy grail.
His path was not where factions cry,
Or where the fretful moan;
Where life runs stillest he passed by,
In maiden thought alone.
Calm were the why's his white steed trod,
Calm were the heavens and air;
Where'er he rode singing of God
The world grew very fair.
He drew aside from friends and foes
To hush his soul apart;
Clear on the DIR his song arose
Out of n faithful heart
Twas something, may twas much, whom
Seemed dreariest to our gaze
To hear above the waves of strife
That gentle note of praise
Far off it seemed, too pure too sweet.
For doubts US dread MS ours;
Yet when we listened, round our feet
We felt the grass and flowers
And II we sighed to think he sought
A dream of no avail,
Into our souls his music brought
Strange glimmers of the grail
When all the beauteous gods were dead
Who lit the world at morn,
Whom godlike singers, TOO, had fed,
And left t g race forlorn;
When all the white immortal throng
Had left the sunles. land,
How sweet 1t was to hear that song
OF God and fairyland.
The voice is dumb, the song is DER,
The long, glad guest is done;
The lonely ways will know no more
Our stainless, shining one.
And we, the remnant which remain
OF tho grent table round;
Less, yet his brethren, ne'er again
Shall see him laurel crowned,
Into the glooms Of God he goes,
Our Gnlnhad of song;
Pcrchance cen now those glooms disclose
The grail he sought SO long
Nay, for. despite his lifelong quest,
He gained HIS souls desire;
| The grail was burning in his breast,
His own pure heart Of fire.
| He who like him is stainless learns
That faith can never fail,
Since not without but in us, burns
Gods heart, the heavenly grail
Peace to the knight who kept his vow
While others slept like sand;
But who shall sing to mortals now
OF that lost fairylandz
The duke Of Argyll, the marquis Of
Dufferin, the earl Of Selborne tho
Rev. benjamin Jewitt, NJ A. LII d,
late vice-chancellor of the university
of Edinburgh, and tho historian
Lecky, will be among the psll-bearers
at tho funeral of Tennyson. Mr..
Gladstone was invited to act in this
capacity. but he wrote reply asking
to be excused on the ground Of pressure
Of public work
AN ACTRESS SUICIDES.