The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-09-18

Greater New York has at last found a
greater bard. Mr.. w. l. WHITIN6, known
as the author OF " Hardscrabble," has made
and published poem called THE Crown
ing City," and a very interesting produc-
tion it Is. He explains at the beginning
that he takes the cash and let's the credit go
II seek not fame. only ask for cash.
To give me now and then some extra hash"
He dedicates his work to the inhabitants
OF New York, and they should not be slow
in giving largesse to their minstrel. Aside
from its merits OF subject and treatment,
this New-Yorkiad has the distinction, as
the author is justified in boasting OF being
"the longest poem ever written in America
on two SC. meals day. in that grand old
Homeric measure so successfully employed
by DRYDEN Pope, GOLDSMITH, BYRON and
other great masters OF English verse"
But let us follow the poet Of Greater New
York as he unfolds his melodous topography
like DRAYToN wandering through Albion.
He is now down town:
" Here stand the monuments of builders skill
Hero the big vaults that untold millions all:
Exchanges here. and with them none can vie.
Lifting their giant shoulders to the sky.
Peerless Produce Exchange. sublimely grand.
Unparalleled in this any land.
Where round the ring the crazy devils YELL
I'll give u. For - I'll SELL
From tho Produce Exchange he trips on
to Castle Garden and the fireboat:
"where wit and valor shone round LAFAYETTE.
And Swedish Nightingale Of Just renown.
Enthused the country and set wild the town.
Now hnny tribes disport in wauton glce,
Aquarium. 10 to T. admission free.
Like waiting steed that conscious power doth know
Ready to spring when master bids him go
Thus stout New Yorker, standing idly by,
When summons comes doth DER the wac RS fly;
And mand by courage fight the demon ire.
Till all subdued Its fury doth expire"
Perhaps there is a little culver OF sarcasm
in his voice when he cries. sweet Staten
Island, by thy perfumed Shore" but
there is no doubt OF his sincerity when he
asks us to behold the Finest and tho fire.
men and the "Lettered Corps, as he calls
the postmen. He Is an advocate OF under
ground transit and foresecs the day when
soon the hurrying traveller can be hurled
From atation nearer to the neither world
Soon other bridges span the waters vide.
And cars esulting roll beneath the tide
To swift convey to Central Park. or where
The Prospect rises beautiful and fair
; Health giving spots for millions yet to he."
No doubt the sharp air Of the Sounding
Sea will be welcome to the passengers
escaped from the bowels OF the earth.
Who can disguise his admiration for a
singer that puts the summer time table
into pcntameters?
Doth heat Cypress. and woull the weary 90,
Where rolls Old Ocean. and cool breezes blow,
Relief 10 near at nominal expense.
Time an hour. and the fare cts"
We regret to find bard so facile and
brilliant speaking OF the owner OF the
Shamrock as "Sir Upton" and we think
he is little too difiident about the merits
OF the Columbia:
"since day when great Armada was o erthrown
To rule the waves is Auglo.sa1on's own
In fun or fight. here now the Kinsmen meet
And all In friendly rivalry compete
When tries Columbia wearing of the green,'
Perhaps result far different will be seen
From other days. when that famed Ocean rover
Big Johnny Bull, to win the cup came over.
Contest superb when all the world will see
The strength that slumber in Sir LIProSs tea
The Chosen leaf, OF bard or chief away
May take the sporting prize OF many q day,
Glad to its early home DER Ocean track
And cause fresh efforts to cajOlo it back"
But we depend upon the inhabitants of
Greater New York and the strangers within
her gates to give their applause and their
twenty-five cent pieces to the crowned
laureate of the Crowned City. The work.
man is worthy of his hash Tho longest
poem ever written in America on two fifteen
cent meals day should not appeal in
vain to the patronage OF an enlightened
public.