Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1902-09-28
h.tter IL wa better deem

j men might be better If we better deem
OF them. The worst way to improve the
world
Delusion-not despair.
And yet is life a thing to be beloved
And honored holly and bravely porne.
MEN who shed great thoughts
AS easily as an oak looseneth Its goloen
In a kindly largess to the soil it grew on
Whose words. II winged, are with angels
who play upon the heart as on harp.
And make our eyes bright as we SPEAK
Whose hearts have a look southwark, ana
To the whole noon of Nature-these have
and walked
And wept Ger. night by night; oft ponder
ing thus:
Homer is gone; and where is Jove? And
where
The rival cities seven? His song outlves
Time, tower, and God-all that then was
save Heaven.
1t was Bailey who wrote:
America! half-brother to the world;
With something good and bad of every
land"
And who said Of France:
'"Tis a strange nation. light, yet strong;
Fierce Of heart and blithe of tongue;
Prone to change; so fond of blood
She wounds herself to quaff her own.
Nor is "Festus" all deep thoughts and
and then to the daintiness OF love
lyric like this:
Like an island in river.
Art thou, my love, to me;
And I journey by thee ever
With a gentle ecstacie
I arise to fall before thee,
I come to kiss thy feet;
To adorn thee and adore thee,
Mine only one, my sweet!
"And thy love hath power upon me,
Like dream upon a brain.
For the loneliness which won me,
With the love. too. doth remain.
And my life it beautiheth.
Though love be but a shade.
Known only ere it dieth
BY the darkness it hath made"
In his preface to "Festus" Bailey wrote
these lines:
"All rests with those who read. A work
or thought
Be full of great dark meanings, like the
With shoals of life rushing; or like the
Benishted with the wing of the wild
dove
Sweeping miles broad o er the lar west
ern woods,
With mighty glimpses of the central
light
Or may be nothing-bodiless, spiritless."
The poem became immensely popular
in America as we'll as in England, In
the years Immediately following its publ,
syvOs. Hf
remarkable power by Browning, Tenny-
son. and other writer's Of ability. Bailey,
it is said, was himself thoroughly con-
WINGED of the greatness of his genius,
belief in the greatness of his other
poems, "Festus" was his only notable
work.
single poem is William Allen Butter, who
has recently died in Yonkers n. \. But
Ter was the author Of Nothing to Wear
which he published anonymously in Har-
per's Magazine in 1857, and afterwards
claimed to prevent it's appropriation by
an imposter. Miss Flora McFimsey. the
heroine Of the satire, became we'll
known name, and is remembered by her
six weeks round of shopping in Paris.
and for her sad plight at the end of it
all
For all manner of things that a woman
can put
On the crown Of her head or the sole of
her foot;
her waist;
Or that can be sewed on, or pinned on,
or laced.
Or tied on with string or sltched on
with q bow,
In front or behind. above or below;
For bonnets, mantellas, capes, collars,
and shawls;
Dresses for breakfasts, and dinners, and
balls;
Dresses to dance in, and tlirt in, and talk
Dresses in which to do nothing at all:
Dresses for winter, spring. summer. and
fall
All of them different in color and shape;
Silk, muslin and lace, velvet, satin and
crepe;
Brocade and broadcloth and other mate
Quite as expensive and much more ethe-
real.
In short, for all things that could ever
be thought of
bought Of.
And yet, though scarce three months have
passed since the day
This merchandise went on twelve carts
This same o Miss McFnmsey, Of Madison
Square,
The last time we met was in utter de-
Because she had nothing whatever to
49, ANNE PENDLEToN.
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