Year: 1878

drous, vast machinery of universe and
see the seasons come and go in regular
succession and not have the poetry of
his nature stirred up to its most depthy
depths would be a phenomenon. The
truth is that we have more poets than
the world is aware of, and were it not for
that great impossible barrier, the waste
basket, some new poet would burst upon
an astonished and defenseless world at
almost every tick of grsndfather's clock.
Editors are a jealous set of literary
thunder-pumps, for they know very well
that il all the genius in this country was
allowed to get into print at will, that the
great discriminating public would soon
learn how they were being defrauded in
the obscurity from which they were
hoisted by some mysterious mistake of
the fates. That's the reason lots of
poetry is not printed.


For ourselves, we have none of that
sort of meanness that would keep down
painting genius lest it rise above and be-
yond us, and we are determined that as
long as our good right arm does not fail
us, and we are reelected by a discrimi-
mating public to edit a newspaper, the
season poets shall have chance-by the
Great Grand Master of poetry, so they
shall


The odes to autumn are coming in
rapidly. There are too many of them
to print in full, but we give a verse or
SO from each, merely for the purpose of
encouraging the writers and pointing
out defects. We have elected ourself
poetic director, and-but we begin.
Here is the first one from Doitus :"


"Time when comes the falling of leaves
Time when comes the lowing of beeves


Time when comes the mending of caves
Fading ever fading autumn"


1t will at once be perceived that
"Doitus is a poet of no mean order.
A poet who can take falling leaves, the
lowing beeves and broken caves, and
bake them into a poetical pancake, and
pour over it the syrup of flowing rhythm
is possessed of genius. We have no
harsh criticism of "Doitus."


The next comes all the way from
Michigan in a blue envelope with the
superscription written diagonally, and
sealed with -four paste. 1t says, "By
Josephine" and the first four Lines
are as follows:


| October glows on every check
! October shines in every eye,
While up and down the hill and dale


Her crimson banners are let fly"


BY Josephine, we have heard of peo-
pie with bad eyes, but imagine all
Michigan with Octobers in their eyes,
and crimson banners let fly up and down
all the hills and dales. Josie, turn your
talent to washing dishes.


We have space for only one more, so
| we rive Pearl Dallas " q chance
Sweet Pearly steps forth and thusly
MARBLES ::


"Jennie and l, in tho summer time soft,
In the gladstone month Of June,


Played together by the brookside
| When the merry singing feathered song
| sters were in tune.


"But times have changed since then;


Now comes the lingering fall,
| And Jennie's married another fellow,


And we don't roam the woods at all"


At some length Pearl proceeds tc
speak of the dainty red-bug," and
works in much Glowing water" and
sweetening fowerets," but life is toe
short to take in all its excellencies. The
rhythm, which is flexible enough tC
make a seven and fourteen syllable
line rhyme together, and not make 6
man who is reading it stop to catch his
breath between bases, is it's strong point
Other contributions must go over till We
can reach them, but we assure every
anxious poet on our honor as On editor
that at least part of every poem seni
shall be inserted. Whenever our col
umns are too crowded, we can always
find room in the waste basket. - CInojp
. | matt breakfast Table.