Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1904-06-23
SHAPES OF CLAY,
Ambrose 6ierce's Latest Book Of
sV-aa~ Poems. -s

Ambrose eierce's Latest Book Of
'F-.r~ Poems. I,
Ambrose Bierce's latest book, con-
sisting Of nearly four hundred pages Of
serious and satirical poems reaches
the Appeal from W. E. Wood & Co,
Publishers, San Francisco.
For more than half century this
audacious and unclassified writer has
been before the public looking at the +;
world with keenness of vision poss
essed by no one else. He has humbled
the pompous and dashed the pretenders
and fried the shams and humbugs CT
two continents after fashion wholly
his own. He has sent the shaft Of
truth into the exposed joint of many
an armor considered impregnable and !
wealth and power and rank and station |
never abashed him in the performance I,
TO his duty.
Naturally he has never been a pop !
ular writer and he has the satisfact-
ion of feeling that he has never ca |
tered to any class CIR sold his pen !,
for hire.
The work is dedicated to Herman
Schaffauer and George Sterling, two
young friends and pupils of Bierces,
who have each recently issued book
of poems.
The volumn opens with The Pass
ing Show" a poem the Appeal some
years ago held to be the most for
midable piece of verse ever publish
ed in the United States. The late
Rollen Daggatt, one of the m st 6eie1n.
ing literary critics of the country, pro-
norinced it second only to 'Greys Elegy'
the one poem which will ever stand at
the head of English literature.
The public, however has always
looked upon Bierce as the Prince 81
Satirists" and they look for these keen
rapier thrusts from his pen and the
fun which he manages to squeeze out
of the most solemn situation.
Here are some of the back-handed
slaps he deals out to people and things
He represents one of his newspaper
contemporaries as tumble pug on
the road to posterity and closes with
We can't admire at all, at all
A tumble bug without his ball
And then a sage will rise and say
Good friends you err-turn bach
1 pray.
This freak that you unwisely shun
Is bug and ball rolled into one.
Rebuke.
When Admonition's hand essays
Our greed to curse
Its lifted finger oft displays,
Our missing purse.
---.- Prayer.
Fear not in any tongue to call
Upon the Lord--He knows them al
But if he answereth my plea
He speaketh one unknown to ut
A Partisans Protest.
O statesmen. what would you De ~
With torches. flags and bands?
You make me first throw up my La
And then my hands.
Whitcome Riley.
His poems Riley says that he ms 'e
I-non an empty stomach. H1aVet
ly Powers.
Foe, Kim throat fa!l: 'or ~fa1 IT,
beggar writes
,rpon his empty stou,acE emplle
org.
A Rendezvous.
Nightly put up this humble petltc.
..Forgive me, o Father OF Glorles
NV sins of commission. my sins
omission,
NV sins of the Mission Dolores
Humility.
Great poets fire the world WIN Id
gots big
That make a cracking racket.
Put I'm content with but "hispe
ing twig
10 warm some single jacket.
While his forte is in the biting Ell
gram, his serious, tender anu
mental work is of the greatest u"
;tv beautiful in it's conception "
delicate in it's handling. Possibly ho
ho throws it in along with the n
Of his work to show the puohc u
when he desires to be sentimental
can put Tom Moore in 'he I'd
ground.
Some Queer Advertisements
A friend of ours has been reau'
the San Francisco papers anu
clipped the following queer aus
.Annual sale now going on. W
go elsewhere to be chea'eu "
in here"
A lady wants to sell her piano