Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-11-19
FTo 10 full indications That We
Are Going From Bad TO Verse
By NIXON WATER AN

lack that poetic quality which, after all is said and
done is the breath of literary life This grave
defect in Dickens is indicated in the words that pass
between the Wellers, father and son, the latter
reads for the edhcation of the former the valentine
he has just composed
'Tain't in poetry, is it" interposed the father.
No, no." replied Sam.
'Wery glad to hear it. - said Mr. Weller. Poetrys
unnat raj No talked in poetry cept
beadle on boxn day, or Warren's backn
Rowland's oil, or some o them low fellows. Never
let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy.
Then at the conclusion of the effort Sam says
Il could end it with a verse; what do you think"
I don't like it, Sam" rejoined Mr., Weller. Il
never knowd a respectable coachnan wrote
poetry 'cept made affectin copy O
verses the night afore he hung for highway
robbery and he only Cambervell man,
that's rule
But the average man, matter what his station
in life, has a touch of sentiment in him and more
or less of fondness for poetry. He remembers
that years ago it was his pleasure to read poem
that has fingered in his memory ever since 1t
described the flight of angels from Heaven to earth
and how they descended to this planet golden
ladder While they viewing the beauty
of our earthly Paradise there suddenly appeared
shadow across the land which caused a shudder to
steal through their breasts. They FASTENED back
to the golden ladder to ascend once more to their
the ladder before it was withdrawn-all but two.
Those two have since been called the belated
angels, and the half-forgotten poem closes:
And those belated angels be
Sweet Music and Poetry.
1t is this hidden sentiment in the hearts of men
that explains why they love poetry. They may
declare they do not like poetry but they will read
street-car poetry. They've simply got to do SO
unless they private carriage automobile
One of the worlds wise men has wisely told us:
Words are the only things that live forever
little coupet quatrain is easily carried about
in the corner of ones mind to be breathed forth
any and every occasion Not until some one
Evening red and morning gray
Are sure fetch a very fine day
did a careless, unobserving world know that these
two meteorological conditions the forerunners
of fine weather AS matter of fact it is probable
that they not until this couplet was evolved
since when the weather has been made to conform
to the state of things set forth in the lifting lines
One of best known college professors has
said: . Whatever your occupation may be, and
however crowded your hours with affairs do not
fail to secure at least few minutes every day for
the refreShment of your inner life with a bit of
poetry" As things used to be it rather difficult
for many of to come into daily contact with
poetry. There were SO many prosy duties keeping
the jump from the time the alarm clock awoke
in the morning till late bedtime at night that
poetry was likely to be sde-tracked for something
that seemed to be of more immediate Importance
Now all is charningly different. For five cents
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