The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-06-11
Sprigg.

filing, nourishing 1t yielded more than
the required quota Of fat and calores.
1t made us sleep. But the leech recon-
mended q change. Why not take q
trip to Colorado be asked. So We
went to Colorado; and on its heaven
kissing hills We ran across SPRIoo, the
Hon. NORRIS CATULLUs SPRIGo, a poet
of a quality rarer than the highest air
OF his State. We heard his Chimes Of
the West The contrast between be-
fore taking and after taking SPR1Go
is best shown by his own lines:
Il came TO Colorado
A skeleton walking ghost.
And Oh what music II was 70 me
To hear Others OF health TO boast:
Il gained ten pounds the nrss three months,
Next twelve months twenty more
Ny medicine got left on the shelf.
A thing OF the past drug store.
And now enjoy good health again
Like many another With only one lung.
1.-THE sky was clear. .
The air pure and bracins.
Dry and light.
II was q soothing experience
InhaIine health"
1t was a soothing experience to inhale
SPRIaa. He is clear. pure, bracing.
light with sense OF illuminative,
and dry only in his humor. He is music.
He is health. Denver friends told us
that single leaf, bay leaf, so to speak,
Of Chimes Of the West moistened
,r;%L ha., -,,ro ood u.ol n. m >r,h,oo.
ton, will sing away warts, corns, ring
ing in the ears, housemaids knee. char
leyhorse and even ordinary cases OF
clubfeet. The moral effects are still
more salutary and invigorating.
Like an elder, though hardly a better
poet, the Hon. BLooDGooD H. CUTTER,
Mr.. SPRIGo's range is unlimited. From
The MUSES. to The Mosquito, from
=. Ny Old Hat to Eternal Fitness
from Natures Brotherhood" to - Claim
to be Twins from "A Denver Lady
Notary to Our Baby from The
Voice OF Love TO What Are Legs For"
from The Circus to The Bath" from
Affianced to Elopement and Dr.
vorce.' he fits on bright, swift wings,
half eagle and all humming bird 1t is
hopeless to try to photograph { genius
of so many phases. We shall limit our
present study to his characteristics as a
descriptive singer and as a pie-poet.
As rhyming topographer Poly
Olbion DRAYToN was baby compared
with SPR1oo. Full account Of Leadville
in four lines:
Historic City Of the Clouds
Gold excels and snow enshrouds;
Almost two miles above SEA level.
Where II SHOWS 10 beat the devil
You can hear the pick. Your nose Is
cold. For Canon City he uses moro
canvas, but not stroke is superhuous:
ON the banks Of Old Arkansas
In Canon City or quite.
river for centuries running 81
So swiftly. day and night.
Dear old historic Arkansaw
And Canon City 90 fair
With privileges most marvellous
Most saubrious bracing air.
Sweet breath Of tbs Royal Gorge.
Nine tenths Of the time. bright sun.
So exceptional advantages.
Over cities, Of almost none.
Where wafer leaping, bounding By
Pure crystal Al command.
No orchard, acres miles and mllos
No broad and fertile land.
No coal. no smelters. homo grown FRUITS
No beauteous blending snowy peAkA.
No gorgeous mountains all around
No one who knows whe roof he speaks,
No better health resort u found.
No sparkling springs Of mineral.
No climate half 20 eauahie. !.
No Just mile above the sea,
No air OF utmost purity.
No Switzerland Italian sky
No such appeal 10 poetry:
No hustlins railroads two or three,
Twas GOD who said Let there be light
say. old cahon, you're ali right"
And so is SPRIoa. Especially when he
emphasizes his epicurean side. In his
touching tribute to Fresh Pork " he
speaks universal language, the cry Of
dyspeptic world:
MY habits are>simpe. my wants very few.
And | long for stomach 80 strong
That nothing but cabbage and bacon will do
To keep II from going wrong"
Like EMERsoN's, his great soul is forti-
fed with pie. The old bones of men
long weaned from that mighty nurse will
quicken at these words. hot from the
oven Of the intellect:
II will trade you my tic
Fer . small piece OF pie.
Ny purse y quite empty
~ also An I.
Am thoroughly swske 70 The