The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-05-14

that he ever. wrote-.sAd Dorotheam,'' was
published all over. the world. 1t is worth
time. 1t is not at an To be wondered at
that the Queen desired to see the little lady
that could inspire her octogenarian grand
father to so sweet an ~utterance:
AID DOROTHEAM.
1 know where there is honey in a jar,
Nee for a certain little friend of mire:
Ard, Dorothy, / know where daisies are
That only wait small hands TO intertwine
A wreath for such a golden head as thine
The thought that thou art coming makes all glad;
The house is bright with blossoms high and
Ard many a little lass and little lad
EXpectantly are running to and fro:
The fire within ON hearts is all agloW.
We want thee, child, to. share in our delight
on this high DAY, the hottest and best,
Because twas then, ere youth had taken fight,
Thy grandmamma, of women loveliest,
Made me OF men most honored and most piest.
That naughty boy who led thee TO suppose
he was thy sweetheart has, 1 grieve TO tell,
Been ses1 TO pick the gardens choicest rose
And toddle with it to another belle
Who does not treat him altogether well.
But mind not that, or let it teach thee this
To waste no love on any youthful rover
can youths are rOvers, / assure thee, Miss,
NO, il thou wouldst true constancy discover,
Thy grandpapa is perfect as a lover.
So. come. thou playmate of my closing day,
The latest treasure life can offer me,
AF4 Will tD3 ANY dLGulCI bS a
Thy fresh young voice shall sing, my Dorothy,
Songs that shall bid the feet of sorrow fee.
These are pretty verses, but they are not,
as the university organ says, the best,
probably, that Mr.. Gladstone ever wrote, y
because he did not write them at all. They
were written by Charles l.. Graves, a clever
English v~ersifier. who, a few years ago.,
published a number of poems under the
title of The Hawarden Horace" They
were intended as a sort of parody on Mr..
Gladstone's translations from the Odes of
Horace. which had been published a little
while before. Many of GraYes's poems We're
published in the London Spectator. They
were written in Latin, accompanied with
English. translations, and bore such titles
"A Johannem Ardentem," "Ad Homes
tum ~Johannem, "4Ad Novas Feminas, ;"
A Austinum,'' etc. The pretty verses,
Dorotheam," were by the same author.
A collection of them under the title, The
Hawarden Horace" was published by
Smith, Elder & Co, of London, in 1894. So
far as known there is only one copy of the
book in the city. That belongs to the Pub
lie Library, but it is now out, charged to
the News. Perhaps the organ of sweetness
and light is cropping after information. The
Journal has no objection to giving 1t some
pointers. The Saturday Review of Nov. l.,
1894. in a notice of Graves's volume, said:
THE Hawarden Horace is so elaborate a
fable that it requires for it's explanation the
reprint Of sixteen poems of Horace, page
for page, with sixteen pieces of English
verse, which are supposed to be ionic and
to be Horatian echoes" etc. Thq Athe-
naeum of Nov. Il, 1894, Pages 667 andf 668, re-
views in the same article the 'Odes of
Horace by Gladstone, and The Hawar-
den Horace by Graves. After reviewing
Mr.. Gladstone's book the review proceeds:
after Achilles, Thersites, but a very
good-tempered Thersites withal. 1t is
irresistible to couple with Gladstone's
Horace the clever jeux d'esprit of Mr..
Graves. + Z = Mr.. Gladstone himself
can find no offense in the
banter of himself and his principal
colleagues = We would only, in con-
clusion, note the extremely graceful poem
with which Mr.. Graves's little volume ends.
MIR. Gladstone will surely recognize the
good feeling which prompts the charming
ode EAd Dorotheam.' Here there is no touch
of burlesque; only the expression Of a side
in Mr.. Gladstone's character for which all
his countrymen delight to honor him" No
doubt Mr.. Gladstone laughed over the
clever limitations as he would, if he should
see it, over the blunder of the university
organ in Irons alley.