Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-08-15
I have taken her. that world never new be-


 Ihave taken her. that world never new be-
 fore
 She is his ask no more. To those who doubt the authenticity of the above let me say that I refer to each and every one whose name is given It is said that the groom bought up the entire edition and blithely burned it back of the barn on the following morning. It is very difficult to write up a wedding in such manner as 10 please all whOare connect ed with it.
 Literary style is everything. The English language is free to every human being, and yet how many there are with carte blanche to use it who so arrange it as to invite criticism. How often the writer who has the ability to write a piece like the above, yet Is not kindly recognized by the magazine editor. I am within bounds when l say that a hundred efforts per year of this charac- ter are sent to me by the authors. with a request that will use my influence" toward bringing these gems of the car buncle order to the notice of the editor, when. as a matter of fact, there was never in the history of American letters a time when editors were more just to unknown writers than today.
 Last week an editor asked my advice regarding the acceptance of q short story sent to him by an amateur who com mands readily S2OO Ter 1000 words This shows that n name alone will not sell a literary job, and it is equally true that a meritOriOus piece of work will be hailed with joy from the most obscure writer. In fact, the tendency today is in the direction of discovery and the working of new prospect holes rather than the continuance of old and we'll worked mines.
 Let me add one more specimen of Mir. Fuller's work, begging Miss Hunts par don. however. It is rather in the line of society verse:
 To our remembering Hunt,
 We come in a lump. On the threshold of life. We need her in life.
 As the same young girl Mamie Hunt.
 With Fave of Branch. She cheriShes Blanch. To help al her sides. With men of such pride This irrasistable Miss Hunt The wheels of her carriage. How merely they explOrc. As a wheel within a wheel she i... nOres- But when af a time. Like fashion divine And branches to divine. We are sure to see Mamie Hunt. Attached on behind Is not an uncommon thing. To her on the wing From her merry mouth spring, | Young chap that the thing
 ohEverins Branches. Eve has bewiching clAnCcs- | When the soda water pranccs: Right beside the gents wing lean never discover By some way or other: | Which hunt up the spring. With the soda fountain spring. The wheels of Mamie Hunt. | Coming On a spring la: Dash away the mcAn. Which Is generalll >s-sn- On Ashcvillc strCSt rUc: | charm now Manllr-
 You are real mean ,. M- r. "Evering Is an adjective derived iron the word Eve. take il. and is ustd witt an annual poetic license which MT. Full Ter should not ba permitted tO renew. From the gay Ia the grave let me sutl denly hop as the humming bird may h seen Ia fit from I--tunia la Ir'CiplCc an' present q bona fidc cVitaph hau'i,7l q me this morning by a s",-i friend:
 LINES oN TuE DEATH nF CAREY WINJ.
 How sad tO think Of little t'Artv.
 Who was wa>hctl and duc>-s,,i like n fairy. The dear trra~urr. jny and prid" or paTrnt au'i "f friends hS->ialrs-
 She was a svs s-,, and lovely ci.ili.
 Lent uS ju-G for q short N hilr.
 She i> uOv u1 earth US more
 To s;UCrI U> Wi;h >'1s;l,~ ~, Iurr-
 Riding out unCr she handed Ia me
 Flowers PluCkesl oT the hay Irrs'.
 Her face was happy. lovely and say
 As l thanked her for tlIc bouquet
 Now she is sleeping al r..-i.
 No mOTc trials ar pain. forever hlsst-
 Grievc not. parents, rrlAIjVr>. friends.
 Bear patiently the trial 'i.nCl ~end>-
 Eulalic TurnipsCs~l- Below I give little poetic epis,s! which has an original plot. IL is iron an unknown author:
 Here |. . PeaCh.' the hoy said,
 -DAnsling the tree. | It shall no longer dancle-
 I'll place it inside Uf mc."
 Hero Is A boy." the Teach said.
 With lAuGh that was low and mean
 -How he will fc,'l when he finds out
 How hard am and Grcen!'
 So the t.oy hath rlucked the s,rccr I-r.,s-l
 And slid down over the wall. ! And all that long. long summer night
 IL never hurt him al all
 These S,,i,CiiOns serve tC pave the wa for a bright little p"em written by mc
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