Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-07-23
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n youE prayer duu 8uG unpdbl6nG you made a sad mess of it.
 Ton should have prepared yourself be. i. forehand or excused yourself. Some peo- pie think that the more prayer is butchered the more honest and success. ful it is, but do not agree with them. While I do not especially prefer the Delsarte or elocutionary prayer, believe that all things should be done decently and in order.
 You should have said that you had no command of language and would prefer to join with some one more gifted.
 Agamemnon, Berwick, Pa. - You should speak to the father of your in tended if you do not like to sleep with her little brother when visiting there overnight. Instead of writing to me and thus getting into the papers, you should go right to the father out in the field and tell him all about it.
 Margaret, Peoria, Ills. On a camp ing trip you should be prepared to un- dergo great privations. People who go camping should expect, if necessary, to live three days on lemons, fell trees, help bury the dead, eat bark, scrape cus- tard off the back of the auntie mire so Rs to have them separate, sing college songs, take care of the team and return wild with delight, for that makes the people who remained at home so un- happy.
 You made mistake in thinking that q girl in charge of an aged authoress could escape accidents The COW that chased you into the adjoining county ought to be ashamed of himself. You doubtless frightened him with the ice cream freezer.
 Camp life is hard life even for stalwart man who loves to commune with nature and spread ants on his bread and butter, but for the young girl who starts out for week in the forest with a sketchbook and half a pound of Chocolate there are many cruel disap pointments.
 Gomez, Tuckahoe, N. Y.-Your verse cannot use, and think will do you a favor if I destroy it. He who pauses one brief moment to strangle such chil- dren of the brain as that is doing good to his fellow man. Obituary poetry is one of the most depressing features of death anyway, and it is undoubtedly relic of barbarian. Why will you persist ill it? Life is none too joyful on our journey to the tomb. Pause, and as you look about you on the suffering with which the world is spread see if you find room for your reeking verse.
 Here is little of the same kind cut from a paper published in Nevada, Mo, and sent to me by an outraged subscriber:
 Twas on that sad and early morn,
 While the breaking of day was yet unborn,
 That our tried and true friend, Edwin Peel,
 Lay dying on his death-bed so unreal.
 But now we know his voice is ringing,
 As with the angels he is singing.
 We prayed that God would spare
 He, who u friend most rare.
 His companions are now all sad.
 Yet they know that he is glad;
 As he stands with his Eolian harp,
 Play for God with all his heart.
 He has had a stormy ride, But now is safe on yonder side.
 There are none but who will miss,
 He, who's now in holy bliss
 A COMPANION.
 How now, Gomez? What think you of that? It is better than yours. You did not refer to the time when the break ing of day was yet unborn, but you in troduced other little specialties in your verse which would make a horse leave his oats.
 Send mo no more poetry. don t want it. I am no poet. don't read what is sent me except to ridicule it to my friends. I have no honor or principle re-