Birmingham age-herald., 1894-07-08
MUSINGS WITHOUT METHOD.


 The sadest destiny I know
 Is seated for those who find too late
 The one that they could love the best
 Denied them by cruel fate.
 To find too late-in one sad look
 That life is passed and naught Is lived,
 To turn the pages of her book
 And see no leaf where love Is writ.
 But soul 10 soul in my stlc spell,
 Though man forbid the earthy bans
 They catch the flashing. glowing glance,
 And pressing closely to their hearts
 They smile and clasp tue treasure tight,
 And passing out from mundane mist,
 They bear 1t to eternal light!
 An awkwardly constructed sentence on my part, in Sunday week ago AGE HERALD, is responsible for very serious error. It was not my intention to convey the impression that Mrs. Ware and MT. Harweli (both poets in the true sense of the word) perpetrated such hollow verses as followed the heading of "The Muse's Own.'' The lines were meant as tributes to ''The Muses' Ow D., ' and. please believe rather musty odor of "perfumed phrases" by the unhappy author.
 The recent improvement in the columns of the AGE HERALD cannot have escaped the observation of even the most casual reader, while those who study journalism with critical eye note with feelings of khe editorials, the crisp and breezy get up { of town topics, the graceful tone of society Ahit-chat, and the charming literary Features provided for Sunday issues. } The press is the giant dynamo Of the world; sound morality and conservatism are the foundation stones on which it should build it's power. It should be above bribery and corruption, detailing with sparing brevity the "int n ties and pro- f1igacies of upper swelldom.'
 It should be indeed the ''art preservative of arts, !" and instead of the daily ''chron- icling of small beer,' give us the lessons to learn, which as mentor itlis bound to give. Lessons of noble origin and aim, thoughts well worth pondering, and sentiments full of suggestions to the poor readers or the daily papers, whose slender means pre- clude them from study of larger publl- cations.
 Of course the AGE HALALD is am bilious to realize the ideal standard we are waiting ceived in it's praises, in fair way to suc- ceed. Martha Young, our Greensboro poet, writes: "Wbat a charming literary circle Birmingham is coming to be-. rejoice at it.. May the inspiration of it's bright galaxy continue long to increase. Long live the AGE HERALD.
 A vertable Marquis of Carabas remarked the other day that he did not care what the public thought of his productions. Humph! we've heard that before from worse poets than he appears to be. The expressions of the common herd, he says, jar upon his sensitive organism and render him unfit for work. Well. this is pitiable state of mind to be ih! Poor fellow poor, poor fellow! What satisfaction it must afford him to read alone those bapless effusions from bis pen which the editors won't buy .1 tE,o rIo fr,tt eay thau like F0r my part, a little "Pretty good, thank you; come againl'' is worth more than the other modest compensations we receive. An, do not be afraid to speak, ye kindly critics! We are not all like the marquis. The poor brain janitors of the market exchange need all the happy encouragement they can get. It's hard enough-this sending away the pet children of our minds to be slaugh- tered, or published without our ever know ing their fatt Oh, we may send stamps for return and pleading reminders by the day, and still oftentimes there comes not line from the high and mighty potentates that rulo our destinies with scratch of blue pencil. And it seems to me that most of the periodicals forget that a ready ac- Acknowledgement of favors received-a prompt attendance to business rules-is the surest passport to public patronage. They charge the unlucky rbymesters with lmpa- tience. Memory of Hedersque, reproacn tbem not! 1 feel like chanting eternal PldlSto tO tue IcW LItSdEiHCo "hooo w ous and unprocrastinated replies have filled the hearts fyoung aspirants with hope and bouyant ambitions!
 certain noan in or somewhere around the vicinity Of Birming ham is aptly termed, after Uncle Toby, s'an honor to human r. ity." He has lately endowed a. hold, going to-chair in a southern university. Surely that chair will not allow itself to be ''sat down on. v
 A young dude, or cane- carrier, who goes around Sunday afternoons 10 try every body's rocking chairs, won't be as fortu- nate as the university settee. He is very {, forgetful. They say he leaves the pictures he is busy collecting on piances, mantel- pieces ard front steps. It's not very agref . able to be left on your own hands till ctIled for. Hark! is it fancy, or do we hear from the street:
 Doan you believe di he bben's fa'in'e
 Hear dat dorg a. barkin' barkin'
 Judgement day is fds' -comin',
 Kase stole dat chicken coop.
 lt's not fancy its as rcal, don't you