The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-09-24

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Daugherty as a battle SCARED antag-
onist of the Ten Commandments" Any
one who knew the past of this old war
horse or heard him tell Of it himself
would see how fitting this is. This
names Col. Daugherty-it sizes him up
perfectly. It is good art, and to show
you what fine art 1t is, he actually viii
take it as a compliment, and Senator
McMullen and most everyone else VIII
see that it is the most fearful of IN
dictments. Examine that article, please,
and see how 1t climbs up on the wings
of great neralizations-wings fur
nished by Stephen Phillips, the greatest
living genius; by Tennyson, and by
George Cabot Lodge, who may turn out
to be Americas most superb voice IN
letters-see how the article climbs! It
begins with the mention of the name
Of Shakespeare and goes up, up, up to
the mountain top where Daugherty
stays, for he was the eagle of the
house! and then, after this Himalayan
climb 1t pronounces Judgment on the
defendant, the Judgment Of the Metho-
dist church and the Baptist church and
the other churches! In a few words it
explains Daugherty and explains his
failures! Why this man Daugherty is
one of the half dozen mountain tops Of
Florida! How many people looking at
that mighty ruin, broken with light
ming bolts and naked to the hurricanes,
but still glorious with the sunset col
ors, must have wondered, as I did,
why? how? and there, in the foot OF
that article, is the reason! Do you
want me to come out and set up the
evidenced Why 1t is a part Of the his
tory of Florida and not to know the
history of Daugherty is to argue your
Ill - - b.
politics of the state. But think Of the
audacity of that Judgment! And herel
consider his! What say about these
people doesn't change my relations
with theml
The Tampa paper wonders why I
don't devote myself to literature. Pa
tiently I put these busy editors through
their literary catechism. What Is the
highest form of literature?
Is it not poetry?
y Am not the slave of that muse?
What have I done for twelve years
but write vers-? Is that not devoting
myself to literature? Would the gem
tleman have me write fugitive news
paper editorials? Or a novel? Well,
yes a novel; but the novelists are for
gotten very soon; writing novels Is a
secondary art.
The most cultivated publication in
the south outside perhaps Of New Or
IT.
for years managed by Erwin Craig
headi I would like to see some one In
Florida try to break into print in its
editorial page with a piece of serious
verse! yet for seven or eight years
every casual thought / iotted down In
writing and cared to send Mr.. Craig
head appeared prominently on the edi-
| torial page. Now If you want to lose
| yourself in the comparative, don't get
admitted to the bar and try close
case against w. A. Blount or Elihu
Root, but write your verse until you
love the writing of the verse; and in
| time. there will appear on your horizon
| the five or six masters of expression in
the great cold space Of highest art like
wide and lofty clouds before the sun in
| an Arctic daybreak. And editors who
| probably could not tell the fibre Of
line by Milton and distinguish fits silk
| from that OF Shelley. talk about my
changing the subject so often! as
though I didn't have an obiectl And
| as though when cared to could not
pack the thought like powder and steel
bullet in a brass cartridgei Why take
certain sonnet that hithero pub
| lfshed in these articles, viz:
| The lily plant, dark green, is twice
adored,
Not vainly to the misty life that flies
The dim night time she signals, para
disc
| In ivory MOWERS maddening / hoard
And yield to pollen laden lovers"
Lord,
The most High God, He loves her
otherwise
Her holy lily were not His disguise,
AS beautiful as midnight or sword!
Twice worshiped also is my sweetheart
She,
Disguised IN white. the lily of the
world,
Blooms in this painless. universal blur.
Immortality alluring. Turing me
I go hurrying through the twilight
hunting her!
/ Or take this from the Mobile Regis
| ter of August 22nd, 1909:
/ TO MAN, AIR LORD.
| Along the deadly level Of the leopard,
Nesting in a palace, lammergeier,
/ Hail!
1t was not fear that changed your
arms
To wings.
First fiier that with arms as we'll
AS wings adventures in their air; first
ffier
That has flown ambition lifted! you
Upon your forehead placed a finger;
charged
With thought your fingers touched the
forest, touched
The fields and wrenching from the
ground its iron
Built of wood and cloth and steel a roc
And gave it fire for heart and gave
Il This senseless bird your ear and eye
and brain.
Hall ocean lord. lord of hills ant
valleys,
: Now the air, at last submits to you
Isn't that consecutivel See here.