New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1899-11-12

Here's luck
Art and Blue Heaven
! April and Gods Larks
Green reeds and the sky-scattering five,
A stately music
Enter COD RLsI
| Ay, but you know. until man can write >
Enter God" he has made no art ~
| Come let us take counsel together and ?,
| some,
| TO another Of his correspondents he g.
There is but one art-to omit, Oh. III knew
to omit. / would ask no other knowledge
man who knew how to omit would max.
Had Of daily paper" His enthusiasm
| accompanied. obviously. by great mod
| But he is never more amusing than when sd
! friend has criticised a manuscript u hi. u
versary. Mr.. Colyin and Mr.. Henley. who } !
stood as mentors toward him in this way =
| often severe. He would admit that they 81
right, sometimes. on other occasions he "
| defend his work with the most winning mr,l
OF Obstnacy and humility. He was cons
tious as to his facts. up to a certain point
| nothing exasperated him more than to Il
some purist object to his treatment OF de1
| which did not affect the main current q
story. When Treasure Island" came out in b
form some reflections on its seamanship Il
| conveyed to him through Mr. Hen.y /
| promptly wrote to that gentleman as follows
| ship is jimmy: did not beseech you know
| how often to find me an ancient marinar-g|
| you. whose own wife'S own brother is one a
! ancientest did nothing for ne? As for my
men. did Runciman ever know eighteentho
! fury Buccaneers? Mo- Well no more did l. B.
have known and sailed with seamen. too al
| lived and eaten with them. and | made my 7.
up shot in no great ignorance but as putt.
| thing has to he made. T. - % be coherent az
picturesque. and damn the expense. Are u
! fairly lively on the wires Then. Favor
with your tongues. Are they wooden. and d.
and no sport? Then il is that am silent 9th
wise not. The work strange as il may sou
in the ear is not work of realism. The o.
thing | shall hear is that the etiquette Is No
in OttO's Court, With warrant and me-
it to be 50. and The whole matter never cost
half a thought. | make thes" paper people
please myself and Skelt. and God Almlgl
and with no Interior purpose. Yet am nor
myself; for. rs | remind You. ! begged ioi
supervising mariner. However my heart S
the right place. / have been 10 sea. but | nei
crossed the threshold Of a court. and the CO...
shall be the way want em.
Romance he plainly saw could not be ne
ured by rule Of thumb. At one time he was
of eagcrness to write another boys book l.
Treasure Island this time a highway s.
and the title that came To- him IN a flash o.
SEPARATION spurred him to rapture Jerry A,
shaw: A Tale of Putney Heath" it was to
called. and he joyouSly writes Jerry Abersh
o, what title! Jerry Abcrshaw. ID
sir it's a poem. The two most lovely Worh
English: and what a sentiment Hark you .
the hoofs ring, Is this u blac Dsmiths? Ne"
"A Wayside inn. jerry Aber~haw. II Wa
clear frosty evening. not one hundred n
from Putney. etc. Jerry AbcrshaW. Jerry A"
shaw. Jerry AbershaW." The novelist
could grow thus dithyrambc was hardly
man to be attacked with ultra-technical CO.
csms When some of the latter were ohere.
him by Mr. Henley. apropos ~ "ne Of his poT-
he sent this quaint protest
My Dear Henley: Heavens have done
like? Clarity and strain. indeed; Ma"
like Mavell.' no less. I'll cell yoa VIVA Z
may go to the devil; that's Whl, ! think .
eloquent" is another of your pregnant syss'
tions. | cannot sufficiently thank You tos -
one Portrait Of person about to De eVs.
at the request of literary trirnd. You -
To forget. sir. that rhyme is rhyme. SIR anu
To the devil. 49,.
I'll try To improve it. but ! shtnt tie aV'e
@, go to the devil
Seriously. you're cool hand And thea J!
have the brass 10 ask me why my steps ~
one by one? Why? Powers cf man. 10 ~
with sun, 10 be sure. why else couid
And you yourself have been poet G-tFI,
I'll never be "A poet any more. Men are sou
ungrateful and captious. | declare cou'' w
q Henley. in my hours q ease
You may say anything YOU please
But when | join the MUSES. reFeh
Begad | wish you at the deNE f
In vain my verse | plane ana beVeL
Like BanViles rhyming drt Voices
In vain 10y many an artful swivel
Lug in my meaning boy degrees
I'm sure 10 hear my Henley caNh'
And grovelling PROSTATE on my An'''
Devote his body O. the seas.
His correspondence To thc dcNH
Impromptu poem.