West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1904-05-19

/ went on the stage myself-charm-
ingl LarkinS, tell the band to strike
up perfect crash. am bound to
choke Rasher off, il l have to
drown the whole company in the
noise.
o no, Mynheer Donderland, my
daughters wouldn't think OF playing
aud singing after you; that would
be asking too much OF them. But
dear me. Mr. Rh, mer, I've goi
secret TO tell you. Ceuniha ad
mires you immensely since shes
found out you arc the author Of
"Poefhs of the Century" But that
is not the secret, which IS. that
Cerin,h. is something Of poet.
too-that is, hope she is, ihoagh
| am not a competent judge II
verses. / found some lines lying
in a copy of your poems this morn
ing. knew her handwriting, and
| secured them without her know
ledge. Would YOU like 10 Look at
them 2 Size is in the conservatory
now, and won't shrek out and
snatch 'em away, as she'd be sure to
do II she were here. They seem
TO me 10 be very nice Here, Mr.
Flummery. you read 'em, low, SO she
won't find out what is going on.
You and Mr.. Rhymer are judges.
IF2Hmme,y reaGs and eommenfs:--1
II would that we're dead
Iishard to bear with life when hope is DER
And can know It's vernal bloom no more
Within my breast II nevermore shall spring.
Nor DER my soul It's golden radiance ding
would that were dead
"Youth, beauty, fortune, new
dresses fiirtations, plenty to eat and
drink-how is this Rasher Been
treating Miss Cerintha with any
superhuman cruelty ? Just hear
how she runs on
My sorrow has no name and II IL had,
lwould not speak ii(good), tits too wildly sad
FOR human utterance. Icy griefs are felt
Which never into softer words can melt
C'Excellent for purposes of ice
cream in warm weather.)
would that l we're deadl
Life has no pleasure for my lonely heart
Within my eyes the burning tear.drop.
start
My soul is dark (borrowed) nor music
flowers. nor mir,h
Can ever light again this midnight earth
would that were--wedl
"rhat is it exactly. / would
that / were wed. That sounds
more reasonable in a good looking
young lady. But as to the enid
night earth 7 just look at Miss Ger
intha now. Looks like a hopeless.
case, doesn't she, laughing with Mr..
Dorsay, and brilliant with filtration
fairly beaming with it2 Didn'l
read it Mrs. Rasher2 'Tisn't
would that were wed. Well, let's
read the last verse
lis sad in youth to feel the heart grow old
In summers heat to feel the winters cold
This is my fate! SO be II will bear
With my wild sorrow will we'd Despairl
("Oh, don't She meant Dor
say. A slight mistake. but all right
now.)
would that we're wedl
"It is my solemn conviction,
Mrs. Rasher, that this poetry was
indited after Miss Cerihtha had
eaten too hearty dinner, when she
hadn't care or trouble, or a
want in the world, and was as
happy as young lady can be with
a slightly overloaded stomach.
People who are miserable never
express themselves so subIimeiy
then, again, miserable people are
often very funny. suppose, if
should tread on one of your corns,
Rasher, you'd say something very
amusing about it, wouldn't your
You warn me not to try it1 Well,
Mrs. Rasher, this is very good poe.
try, very good, indeed I used to
write in the same line when was
about her age; but If should serve
up your soiree now on golden
salver of rhyme, I'd do It in light
er style"
Come here, my darling. Mr..
Flummery has been reading your
verses to the company. There, 1
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