Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-12-23

'anniDal would scOrn to use as war

cannibal would scorn to use as war.
path.
| The following disgusting attack on
the late Mr.. Gould and myself deserves
severk rebuke. II is taken from a
low. coarse. gooseberry publication, but
cannot be ignored:
"Trees good enough for Secretary
Morton are good enought for most OF us.
An eastern narsery has been making a
deal of noise because, forsooth, they
sold few trees each to Bill Nye and 10
the late Jay Gould. No one ever heard
that these Dragged of customers were
judges of trees or horticultural author
tiles in any sense. They doubtless knew
their own business, but that business
was not horticulture. But j. Sterling
Morton. secretary OF agriculture. knows
/ trees from experience. March 20, 1894,
Secretary Morton wrote US for 'one
thousand full rooted mot piece root
grafted) apple trees; $50 Akin, AA,'
etc.
| have visited Mr.. Gould's home at
Irvington, choosing that delightful sea-
son of the year when he was on the
Mediterranean in his yacht and the gar
dener visiting his cousin at Spuyten
| DuyviI, In the dark OF the moon, and /
can say that my mouth waters yet when
/ think OF his Belflowers and Bartlett
pears.
For myself I need say nothing. am
willing TO let my work show for itself,
so far as horticulture goes. There Is
really, however, no ground for attack
on me by the rhubsrb editor of the
nursery catalogue simply because do
not see fit to get my pie fruit bulbs OF
him. It is wholly unworthy the ad-
vanced spirit which should characterize
and does at times designate and go
forth from time to time. for the people,
OF the people and by the people, echoing
here and there over land and over sea,
in the Christians land l roam till the
vagrant cows come home, or words to
that effect.
Excuse me for using the peroration
of political speech which heard In
November and which did much TO as
sist the other side.
Suffice it to say that hereafter any
20 ounce pippin. editor attacking me
through the hophouss columns OF his
nursery price list and making gooseber-
ry tart remarks about me will be held
up TO public scorn by the hind leg.
will not brook it.
Below / give poem by "the James
Whitcomb Riley, OF Canada" as he is
called by the Canuck press OF Nova
Scotia. 1t reminds me Of an ode writ
ten for me by my earth stopper, an Eng
lishman who came to me from the Duke
of Devoushire last season. He came TO
me because, as the Duke remarked In
his note, rather naively, thought, that
he was good man, but his career there
was cut short because in England they
had no use for an earth stopper that had
been pulled.
Here are the verses. / am indebted
to Mr.. K. G. Taplev, OF st. Johns for
copy Of them:
I've travelled in England, I've travelled in
I've travelled in the cities of tho big United
States.
Halifax city don't want left behind.
In st. John city we have cannons mounted
over the bay
To protect our fine city from the bay.
Three cheers for Boss Maxwelll He's
smart man,
| He builds big castles both stately and tall,
And he's trustee of the new Orange hall.
Three cheers for Mr.. Tilleyl He's smart
man,
He builds our stagings both handsome and
strong.
He laid down the floors with cement and
sand.
Three cheers for him, he's Carleton
man.
Three cheers for our steamftters
That presented me with q turkey
I never seen such q fine turkey before.
They laid down our pipes both level and
straight
To warm up our fine building
That stands so gallant and gay.
It's the pride OF our city, facing the bay.
Three cheers for Mr.. Glasgow
He's many long year in our council.
| Now he's the chairman of our ferryboat
And the pride of Blue Rock.
Three cheers for MIR. A. G. SMITH
| He's a smart man.
| He's in our parliament house,
Where he should have been years ago.
He's head OF Carleton,
And hope be will be longer there.
He have a noble, fine house facing the
square.
Three cheers for Chief Clarkel
! He's a smart man.
| He's mill owner in Carleton for many
Now he's chief Of the force of the city of
st. John.
| He's smart man.
| He have a regular military step
] When he's on horseback.
| He appears to me like king.
Three cheers for Mr.. John Baxterl
| For he's smart man.
| He's fine man.
| His cheeks, they are like the roses,
And his skin like the snow.
He's the primrose of Carleton wherever
he go.
John Mccarthy is my name, and I'm loyal
10 the queen.
I was born in old Ireland, where the grass
grows green.
Poetry that does not come from the
heart is failure. but Mr.. Mccarthy
has that honesty and sincerity Of pur-
nose and motif which make his poetry
as devoid of trick or litery legerdemaln
as Noah Webster's spelling book. Yours
truly,
| /944A1w
BUDDHA Is WITH Us.