The sun., 1905-11-25
POET MARKHAM SBUSTONVIEW
WITH THE POET STANDING BY
IT ~ THE FLESH.
An Exalted Afternoon IN sculptor Part
ridges Studio Eager Maldens StruE'
Gle for Autographs and Secure Also
Unpublished Sentiments From the Poet

ridges Studio Eager Maldens StruE'
Gle for Autographs and Secure Also
Unpublished Sentiments From thr Poet,
Edwin Markham, the most revolutionary
poet In captivity, was exhibited yesterday
alongside Of blst of himself in the studio
Of william Ordway Partridge at 2so Fourth
avenue. Mr.. Markham did not read Il poem.
Still, ns a dowager in purple said, his very
presence there among them was n poem.
Mr.. Partridge has done a series Of busts
Of the poets, beginning with Goethe and
Tennyson and running right up the line to
Mr.. Markham. In them he has put not
only the likeness but the soul force of the
bards. Mr., Markham's bust is not only
likeness. 1t IL revolutionary. That. too
was explained by the dowager in purple
The eye, she said, pierced Wrong
MIR. Markham was saved for the climax,
because he Is living bard He can he
trotted out before the company and shown
alongside the bust
Sun reporter attempted to report the
scene The most refined person on the
staff was chosen; yet journalism has brushed
the poetic bloom from even him. Too
often has he been forced to write the fact
of 20 Great Jones street was shot and fatally
wounded by William Smith of 2498 Eighth
avenue. Too often, when he has written
POLITICALLY of the still smoking revolver, a
soulless blue pencil has clipped the djec-
tive And once he reported a przefght
by rounds.
So it happened that the SUN reporter
had no sooner stuck his head within the
door than the scent of dying violets and
the ozone of the higher airs overcame
him. AS the janitor and the elevator boy,
out in the hall. showed him set of prize
fight pictures to revive him, he imagined
that he saw this scene
Mr.. Markham passed through the throng,
distributing tea and autographs. Seven
damsels, each With copy of The Man
With. Hoe" tagged after him.
Would you write in my book" said the
boldest of the damsels.
DO you wish a sentiment asked Mr.,
Markham, combing his poetic beard
"Oh, if you please!" said the boldest
dams,l.
What kind Of a sentiment -revolu-
tionary, lyric or sentimcntal?' asked Mr..
Markham.
Sentimental, if you please, sir, said
the damsa!.
"Ah, a sentimental sentiment Very
good! Very good said the poet.
Shall | put that down." asked voice
40, that is merely banal pleasantly.
1t is not worth preservation, were the
words of the poet
How ssf-obliteratingl cried the
dowager in purple. 1T was a very good
thought; too, Mr.. Markham very good
thought"
Mr.. Markham opened his fountain pen
and wrote seven sentiments and seven
signatures, The dowager plucked spray
of mignonette from her cOrsaGe and laid
it on the pedestal. The boldest of the
damsels followed with a red rose. No
redder blushed the rose than the damsel.
That last thought was Mr.. Markham's.
not ours. BY special direction it was
put down
Wont you stand beside the bust and let
us compare you?" asked she in purple
young man with long hair led the poet
to point beside the pedestal.
Like you even in your moods OF repose,
but most like you in your exalted moments,
cried the dowager.
"Ah, have an exalted moment the seven
maidens cried.
Mr.. Markham looked through the studio
wind ows onto the traffic Of Fourth avenuc
but his face re'used TO eXalt,
"Ah," he sighed, IF | could but see
running brook
Does not the sense of human wrong in
asked the long haired person
NO" said the dowager; "it fills him only
with sense Of wrong. Cannot some one
read line from his WORKS? Who has The
Man With tNe Hoat"
What the long reaches Of the peaks
of song" quoted a damsel.
The light dawnod on Mr.. Marhham's
face. II became exalted. revolutionary.
The likeness is perfect, said the dowa-
ger.
He looks as he must have looked when
he composed the immortal line, said the
boldest of th0 damsals.
Hasten with your comparisons it is
cold on the soul heights be- sure to put that
down." said Mr.. Markham.
ThH light that never was on sea or land
faded gradually from the cOuntenanca of
the bard. But the bust still stood looking
revolutionary. In three minutes Mr.. Mark
ham was so far recovered from the spasm
of inspiration that he could take nourish-
ment of tea and sugar waters and put his
name in three more copies of The Man
With the Hoe
1t is an excellent bust, but, the most SEN
sational fact OF all is that Mr.. Markham
did not read poem.