St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-08-07
MINNEAPOLIS.
THE GENTLE POET.

The individual who monkeys with
the fates is the one who tangles himself
with few unbecOming ideas that he
was born TO become a great poet. He
may succeed IN having mis- name pub
Ilshed in dark-faced type-at the bottom
OF eulOgy on man. OF a
eulOgy on the feminine sex. but
sooner or later presumably. and in
most cases several years sooner he will
put MS foot In II and take a more or less
tumble at the urgent request of blood
thirsty public. WadswOrth is generally
supposed to have been Q K III the rhym-
ing line, but few Of his friends lost
falth IN him when he wrote those lines
IN ms Peter Bell which ran rs follows:
"A primrose by q river brim.
yellow primrose was to him,
And 1t was nothing more.
This startling information in regard
TO Peter and the gentle primrose may
be genuine emotion on the poets part.
but the verse Is not To any great extent
a thriller III the average human breast.
The poet who esSaved to gather
friends ana scads in the poem which
ends with the lines:
Darling. viii treat you white.
love You, does i go.'
did not prove much of 4 gatherer, and
"Why, let the stricken deer 90
weep, wrote Shakespeare and his
friends read. and biindlv crept from his
presence TO both weep and wall in an
gulSh. 1t is also generally conceded.
by those who have unWittingly tried
the experiment that the smallest worm
when trOdden on will not turn to any
great extent. excepting a vivid crushed
gOOseberry color, and that Ibid could
not have mOnkeved to any great extent
about the rural districts before prOmul-
eating the idea. Ibid afterwards
squared himself with the doubling pub
lie by debating TO MS typewriter those
gracious lines: why, then the worlds
mine oyster" HIS colossal nerve in
claiming 4 nineteenth-centurv privilege
at that stage of the game at once put
him in the front ranks OF the 400.
~ UrdSWOrth once Inscribed q poem to
WOmankiud entitled ''She Was q Phan-
TOM. but after his wife had criticised
the lines in her girlish. impuisive man
ner he was heard 20 declare at his club
that he had lied in the poem:
that woman was Heterogeneous
composition of COrbettiSm. The gallant
OtWay once gathered himself. and in an
OvercOnndenG moment asked: What
mighty ills have not been done by
mediatelv following the publication of
the poem lasted over two weeks. his
disease being known as Suffering from
a violent attack of femininitV."
But these have long since lodged the
masonry OF bygOne centuries. and have
been resting on their laurels for
lengthy season. and we can afford to
allow them rest. But of the modern
poet We may howl. This genius of
darkness has sprung forth like the
bloom OF the early watermelon. and
wanders up and down the existence of
the managing editor. Temarking the
arrival of spring in tifty-fOur verses.
just twenty-fOur hours previous to a
gigantic snow and hail blizzard. or in
dlung verses set TO music. for which
crime ne shall some day receive his
just deserts. Shakespeare lines have
become immortal, but the modern verse
writer's lines have gone MIN one less.
and become slowly but surely NOR
tai. And OF the man who wrote
Annie Rooney" on the bosom of
his one remaining shirt, thereby gather
ing shekelS vast in numbers, and the
enmlty OF the entire American race;
what OF him? His Ornary companion
I'm slaughter who fireu the lines of
MOLLY y" at a public who never did
anything TO him; what OF him? The
answer comes loud ana clear, Kissed
through the tight-cHnched teeth OF a
IOng-SuuerIng ana outraged humanity.
ALLOW kind Providence to press the
button and then give US a chance
The remarks are In order, and only
after the vigilance committee mas done
good and careful work viii we inscrlbe
10 the memory of the latter-day poet:
May his bones restin peace and bleach
winter than the ashes OF poor cigar"