Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-12-15

his amusements, Observation-Disclosures
country, holiday trips, etc. a
Suppose. the /, President wereTsos go
away. The8country always interested
in his summer recuperation, lookssfor
telegraphed notes regarding it Would
not poetic intelligence be even more
thankfully received? Allison loves the
seashore. Could not Aldrich wrlte
something like his verses:
Lying by the summer sea
I had dream OF Italy.
Chalky cliffs and miles of sand,
Messy reefs and salty caves
Then the sparkling emerald waves
Faded; and l seemed to stand
Myself a languid Florentine
In the heart of that fair land
COR suppose, at the time of European
travel, when all the world lies itself
away. the President should take little
tour inland. could not a few lines de-
voted to his love Of his own climate and
country be penned by Aldrich:
Tho I am a native to this frozen zone
Which half the twelvemonth torpid lies
or dead.
"And so on to glorify the beauties of his
native land. 1t is not to be expected
that such lines would influence foreign
travel, but they could not be without
some effect in bringing about home ap-
probation
CARLETON FOR MKINLEY.
Mckinley, believe, likes the rough
er farm style of poem, as being light
to comprehend and reading ITSELF as
he says. He, have it on good authori-
", likes viii Carleton:
Draw up your papers, lawyer,
And make em good and stout;
For things at home are crossways,
And Betsey and l are out.
Cor,
Some men were born for great things,
Some men were born for small,
Some it is not recorded
Why they were born at all
This is not great poetry, but 1t slips
easily on the tongue. 1t is the kind Of
poetry that more men than Mckinley
like TO read as the popularity of Garlic
toms ballads demonstrate.
Benjamin Harrison, in indianapolis,
likes, as he should like, a certain In
dianapolis poet-James Whitoomb Ri
ley. One little poem of Riley's, accord
ing to very authentic gentleman who
dimes frequently with Harrison, fasci>
mates him. If Riley were the laureate
this poem, or one like it, might be well
come Memorial Day, when tears are too
plentiful:
HARRISON READS RILEY.
I was for Union-you again it.
Pears like to me each side was win
ner.
Looking at now, and all that's in it,
Let's go to dinner.
The war, you know, s all done and
ended,
An amt changed no p'ints O. compass.
Both North and South the healths just
splendid,
AS fore the rumpus.
There's a general spirit about that
which warns the heart OF Harrison.
Riley stands a good chance Of being
Laureate under such conditions. 1t
might be thought that he could not
touch upon all required points, but
those who know his muse say he could.
This verse upon Congress is q facetious
OiACf but IL SuOWo NHdl Dt ullEHL uO
with the knowledge of the wants of We
terans so close to his tongue:
" 7 ben down to the Capital at Wash
ingtOn, D. c.,
Where Congress meets and passes on
what pensions ort to be-
Allowed TO old one-legged chaps like
me, at since the war
Don't wear their pants in Dairs at all
and yet how proud we are
Riley can poetize upon anything.
There are other poets and other
Presidential possibilities. l have men
toned these few as illustrative of the
poet laureate idea as | have heard it
discussed. You see it would be posi-
bic right out of native material.
Never mind the folks that croak
about all the poets being dead. There
are alive as good as ever we had, and
when the time comes for an American
laureate we shall have one.
How will he be dressed? Oh. very
like cur Supreme Court Judges, l should
say, with laurel upon his brow for state
occasions and a roll of poetry in his
laureate hand"
JAMES BARTON.