Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1893-10-20

spired by the superb scenery of that state.
He was born in southern Illinois, his faith
er's farm being a homestead which the
elder Warman had taken up after his serv
ice in the Mexican war There in his
childhood he lived amid those rude sur
roundngs which characterized the early
settlers of the far west. There was not
much chance for culture, but there was
such freedom as developed rather than
dwarfed originality of mind.
When a lad, Warman attended a log
schoolhouse wherein the seats were made
of split slabs and the desks fashioned from
the same stuff, and it was while he was a
little fellow that he surprised his teacher
and his mates by reading an original poem
which he called The Last Day of School,
Young Warman was bred for farmer, and
when he was just about of age, having saved
81 600, he was tempted into the field of
speculation and had dreams of becoming
an operator in wheat. An experience of
two weeks shattered the ambition and dis
sipated his fortune, and then he turned his
face to the west. In Colorado, first as IA
workman in the smelter works ana after
ward in the railway shops at Salida, he
spent some years, and having been fasci
mated by what he had seen of the life of IA
locomotive engineer he served for time
as fireman and afterward became an en-
gineer upon the Denver and Rio Grande
railroad, his run being for the greater part
through the most majestic region of Colo
RADIO
Very severe exposure brought on an at
tack of sciatic rheumatism, which com
PEELED Mr.. Warman to give up his voca-
ton, and perhaps partly to that we owe
this promising force in later American lit
erature. He had, while running his en-
CINE, written poem which was polished
in an engineers newspaper called The
Double Header, and which was widely cop
led He went into journalism, publishing
railway paper called The Frog, and after
ward daily paper at Creede-the Creole
. Chronicle-in which he is now Interested
One of the poems which was very widely
copied appeared in that paper, one stanza
of which is as follows:
While the world is filled with sorrow,
And hearts must break and bleed,
It's day all day in the daytime
There is no night in Creede.
Another poem widely copied was written
upon the occasion of his first visit to New
York and was suggested by an incident
which he saw near Delmonico's famous
place:
All rank and thick the thstes stand
To choke the springing corn.
Vice plucks the rose with Redeemed hand,
While virtue gets the thorn.
He had seen two tired out shopgirls walk
ing home to save car fare while woman
splendidly dressed, but whose appearance
suggested life of evil associations, passed
them upon the sidewalk and entered car
riage, whose coachman and driver were in
livery, and drove away.
One of his poems is as refreshing as a
mountain flower, one stanza of which reads
God is good to make the mountains,
The valleys and the hills,
Put the rose upon the cactus,
And the ripple on the rills.
Mr.. Warman wrote one poem which is
now it is safe to say, familiar to almost
every railway engineer in the land, one
ttanza of which is as follows;
Twould be sweet TO know when we're laid &c
rest,
With our hands folded silently over our breast
That a woman would come TO our grave once
year,
Bringing wreaths of howers-that a .vomanh
tears
Would dampen the dust on the graves Of thos'
Who have lived and died in their overclOthes
E. ]. EDWARDS.