Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1892-02-28

The newspapers are now giving it to the
world that Abraham Lincoln was an lnhdel
and an atheist They say he didn't believe
in religion at all. They may be correct. Mr..
Lincoln had the right 20 be that way if he
wanted to be that way, still one can scarcely
avoid wondering what DIR. Talmage is
thinking about this particular business.
Not many years have elapsed since in one
of his most eloquent sermons DR.. Talmage
feelngly described President Lincoln on
his knees earnestly praying for the success
of the Federal arms, If we remember
right Dr. Talmage claimed to have seen
what he was describing, and to have
heard the words of the petition sent up by
Mr. Lincoln. If the newspapers are correct
and DR.. Talmage had not been seeing some
thing that he hadn't seen, to whom was
President Lincoln praying on that particu-
lar oCcasion2 -.
Three cheers for Sir Paddock, the mayor,
who'll be the invincible slayer
OF Jr0as and contentious. and lootsi
We will boost him so high.
When we come 10 the polls
That the stars in the sky
win abandon their roles
TO be gems on the toes OF his boots,
But on things that are wrong
Both We boots will come down
With bump,
And a thUmp
That Will kick them from town;
Ana ye people viii make up the gist Of their
song,
To the praises of Paddock, the mayor.
Iuto the mail box of The GAzETTE's
tshOrt talks man was slipped the above
production for his opinion as to whether or
not it contained the elements Of true poetry.
He is inclined to the opinion that there is
good deal of truth in it, but he must beg
time for taking it under advisement, as the
lawyers say, before rendering his decision
as TO the elements of true poetry"
Speaking of poetry leads US to think of a
statement made in these columns last week,
10 the effect that the probable reason for
our not having more prominent poets at
present rested in the fact that the crop
could not ripen itself ere it starved out and
had TO turn to some other line of business in
order to make both ends meet. In the same
connection we are led to think of Harry
Flash of New Orleans. once regarded as the
sweetest poet we had in the South. But
Harry had to drop poetry and go into the
commission business. Some years ago the
writer of these talks was writing sketches
of our Southern literateurs, and so applied
10 Mr. Flash for a few notes. MIR. Flash,
who had already developed into commits
sion merchant, responded promptly, and at
the same time honored US with an original
poem, his latest, which told the sad story as
follows:
That temple-fame's you know of " hich
You've read in song and story;
And when you babe me write my name
Among the sons Of glory.
Or carve IL ueep, you kindly said,
BY Shakespeare and by Dante,
You little knew the name was carved
And nailed upon q shanty.
And underneath is writ that I,
Your praised and pampered poet
cts painted on 4 six foot sign.
That all the world might know i'll,
viii sell for ca sh-the thing Will out
II is indeed. OF no use
That l should try 10 hide the fact
All kinds Of Western produce.
And so lest I be deemed drone,
And be bv men forsaken,
hide my harp from prying eyes,
And deal n pork and bacon
talk with eager business men,
OF trade and cur rent prices;
OF Egypt, too; the cotton theme;
But not q word OF Isis.