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　　　　　　　　　　Or　listen　when　thou　repliest；

　　　　　　　　　　Or　remember　where　thou　liest；

　　　　　　　　　　Or　how　thy　supper　is　sodden；'

　　　　　　　　　　And　another　is　born

　　　　　　　　　　To　make　the　sun　forgotten。〃



Poor　fellow！　　Number　Seven　has　to　bear　a　good　deal　in　the　way　of

neglect　and　ridicule；　I　do　not　doubt。　　Happily；　he　is　protected　by　an

amount　of　belief　in　himself　which　shields　him　from　many　assailants

who　would　torture　a　more　sensitive　nature。　　But　the　sweet　voice　of

Number　Five　and　her　sincere　way　of　addressing　him　seemed　to　touch　his

feelings。　　That　was　the　meaning　of　his　momentary　silence；　in　which　I

saw　that　his　eyes　glistened　and　a　faint　flush　rose　on　his　cheeks。　　In

a　moment；　however；　as　soon　as　he　was　on　his　hobby；　he　was　all　right；

and　explained　his　new　and　ingenious　system　as　follows：



〃A　man　at　a　certain　distance　appears　as　a　dark　spot；nothing　more。

Good。　　Anybody；　man；　woman；　or　child；　can　make　a　dot；　say　a　period；

such　as　we　use　in　writing。　　Lesson　No。　1。　　Make　a　dot；　that　is；　draw

your　man；　a　mile　off；　if　that　is　far　enough。　　Now　make　him　come　a

little　nearer；　a　few　rods；　say。　　The　dot　is　an　oblong　figure　now。

Good。　　Let　your　scholar　draw　the　oblong　figure。　　It　is　as　easy　as　it

is　to　make　a　note　of　admiration。　　Your　man　comes　nearer；　and　now　some

hint　of　a　bulbous　enlargement　at　one　end；　and　perhaps　of　lateral

appendages　and　a　bifurcation；　begins　to　show　itself。　　The　pupil　sets

down　with　his　pencil　just　what　he　sees；no　more。　　So　by　degrees　the

man　who　serves　as　model　approaches。　　A　bright　pupil　will　learn　to　get

the　outline　of　a　human　figure　in　ten　lessons；　the　model　coming　five

hundred　feet　nearer　each　time。　　A　dull　one　may　require　fifty；　the

model　beginning　a　mile　off；　or　more；　and　coming　a　hundred　feet　nearer

at　each　move。〃



The　company　were　amused　by　all　this；　but　could　not　help　seeing　that

there　was　a　certain　practical　possibility　about　the　scheme。　　Our　two

Annexes；　as　we　call　then；　appeared　to　be　interested　in　the　project；

or　fancy；　or　whim；　or　whatever　the　older　heads　might　consider　it。

〃I　guess　I'll　try　it；〃　said　the　American　Annex。　　〃Quite　so；〃　answered

the　English　Annex。　　Why　the　first　girl　〃guessed〃　about　her　own

intentions　it　is　hard　to　say。　　What　〃quite　so〃　referred　to　it　would

not　be　easy　to　determine。　　But　these　two　expressions　would　decide　the

nationality　of　our　two　young　ladies　if　we　met　them　on　the　top　of　the

great　Pyramid。



I　was　very　glad　that　Number　Seven　had　interrupted　me。　　In　fact；　it　is

a　good　thing　once　in　a　while　to　break　in　upon　the　monotony　of　a

steady　talker　at　a　dinner…table；　tea…table；　or　any　other　place　of

social　converse。　　The　best　talker　is　liable　to　become　the　most

formidable　of　bores。　　It　is　a　peculiarity　of　the　bore　that　he　is　the

last　person　to　find　himself　out。　　Many　a　terebrant　I　have　known　who；

in　that　capacity；　to　borrow　a　line　from　Coleridge；



　　　　　　　　　　〃Was　great；　nor　knew　how　great　he　was。〃



A　line；　by　the　way；　which；　as　I　have　remarked；　has　in　it　a　germ　like

that　famous　〃He　builded　better　than　he　knew〃　of　Emerson。



There　was　a　slight　lull　in　the　conversation。　　The　Mistress；　who　keeps

an　eye　on　the　course　of　things；　and　feared　that　one　of　those　panic

silences　was　impending；　in　which　everybody　wants　to　say　something　and

does　not　know　just　what　to　say；　begged　me　to　go　on　with　my　remarks

about　the　〃manufacture〃　of　〃poetry。〃



You　use　the　right　term；　madam；　I　said。　　The　manufacture　of　that

article　has　become　an　extensive　and　therefore　an　important　branch　of

industry。　　One　must　be　an　editor；　which　I　am　not；　or　a　literary

confidant　of　a　wide　circle　of　correspondents；　which　I　am；　to　have　any

idea　of　the　enormous　output　of　verse　which　is　characteristic　of　our

time。　　There　are　many　curious　facts　connected　with　this　phenomenon。

Educated　peopleyes；　and　many　who　are　not　educatedhave　discovered

that　rhymes　are　not　the　private　property　of　a　few　noted　writers　who；

having　squatted　on　that　part　of　the　literary　domain　some　twenty　or

forty　or　sixty　years　ago；　have；　as　it　were；　fenced　it　in　with　their

touchy；　barbed…wire　reputations；　and　have　come　to　regard　it　and　cause

it　to　be　regarded　as　their　private　property。　　The　discovery　having

been　made　that　rhyme　is　not　a　paddock　for　this　or　that　race…horse；

but　a　common；　where　every　colt；　pony；　and　donkey　can　range　at　will；

a　vast　irruption　into　that　once…privileged　inclosure　has　taken　place。

The　study　of　the　great　invasion　is　interesting。



Poetry　is　commonly　thought　to　he　the　language　of　emotion。　　On　the

contrary；　most　of　what　is　so　called　proves　the　absence　of　all

passionate　excitement。　　It　is　a　cold…blooded；　haggard；　anxious；

worrying　hunt　after　rhymes　which　can　be　made　serviceable；　after

images　which　will　be　effective；　after　phrases　which　are　sonorous；　all

this　under　limitations　which　restrict　the　natural　movements　of　fancy

and　imagination。　　There　is　a　secondary　excitement　in　overcoming　the

difficulties　of　rhythm　and　rhyme；　no　doubt；　but　this　is　not　the

emotional　heat　excited　by　the　subject　of　the　〃poet's〃　treatment。

True　poetry；　the　best　of　it；　is　but　the　ashes　of　a　burnt…out　passion。

The　flame　was　in　the　eye　and　in　the　cheek；　the　coals　may　be　still

burning　in　the　heart；　but　when　we　come　to　the　words　it　leaves　behind

it；　a　little　warmth；　a　cinder　or　two　just　glimmering　under　the　dead

gray　ashes；that　is　all　we　can　look　for。　　When　it　comes　to　the

manufactured　article；　one　is　surprised　to　find　how　well　the　metrical

artisans　have　learned　to　imitate　the　real　thing。　　They　catch　all　the

phrases　of　the　true　poet。　　They　imitate　his　metrical　forms　as　a　mimic

copies　the　gait　of　the　person　he　is　representing。



Now　I　am　not　going　to　abuse　〃these　same　metre　ballad…mongers；〃　for

the　obvious　reason　that；　as　all　The　Teacups　know；　I　myself　belong　to

the　fraternity。　　I　don't　think　that　this　reason　should　hinder　my

having　my　say　about　the　ballad…mongering　business。　　For　the　last

thirty　years　I　have　been　in　the　habit　of　receiving　a　volume　of　poems

or　a　poem；　printed　or　manuscriptI　will　not　say　daily；　though　I

sometimes　receive　more　than　one　in　a　day；　but　at　very　short

intervals。　　I　have　been　consulted　by　hundreds　of　writers　of　verse　as

to　the　merit　of　their　performances；　and　have　often　advised　the

writers　to　the　best　of　my　ability。　　Of　late　I　have　found　it

impossible　to　attempt　to　read　critically　all　the　literary

productions；　in　verse　and　in　prose；　which　have　heaped　themselves　on

every　exposed　surface　of　my　library；　like　snowdrifts　along　the

railroad　tracks；blocking　my　literary　pathway；　so　that　I　can　hardly

find　my　daily　papers。



What　is　the　meaning　of　this　rush　into　rhyming　of　such　a　multitude　of

people；　of　all　ages；　from　the　infant　phenomenon　to　the　oldest

inhabitant？



Many　of　my　young　correspondents　have　told　me　in　so　many　words；

〃I　want　to　be　famous。〃　　Now　it　is　true　that　of　all　the　short　cuts　to

fame；　in　time　of　peace；　there　is　none　shorter　than　the　road　paved

with　rhymes。　　Byron　woke　up　one　morning　and　found　himself　famous。

Still　more　notably　did　Rouget　de　l'Isle　fill　the　air　of　France；　nay；

the　whole　atmosphere　of　freedom　all　the　world　over；　with　his　name

wafted　on　the　wings　of　the　Marseillaise；　the　work　of　a　single　night。

But　if　by　fame　the　aspirant　means　having　his　name　brought　before　and

kept　before　the　public；　there　is　a　much　cheaper　way　of　acquiring　that

kind　of　notoriety。　　Have　your　portrait　taken　as　a　〃Wonderful　Cure　of

a　Desperate　Disease　given　up　by　all　the　Doctors。〃　　You　will　get　a

fair　likeness　of　yourself　and　a　partial　biographical　notice；　and　have

the　satisfaction；　if　not　of　promoting　the　welfare　of　the　community；

at　least　that　of　advancing　the　financial　interests　of　the　benefactor

whose　enterprise　has　given　you　your　coveted　notoriety。　　If　a　man

wants　to　be　famous；　he　had　much　better　try　the　advertising　doctor

than　the　terrible　editor；　whose　waste…basket　is　a　maw　which　is　as

insatiable　as　the　temporary　stomach　of　Jack　the　Giant…killer。



〃You　must　not　talk　so；〃　said　Number　Five。　　〃I　know　you　don't　mean　any

wrong　to　the　true　poets；　but　you　might　be　thought　to　hold　them　cheap；

whereas　you　value　the　gift　in　others；in　yourself　too；　I　rather

think。　　There　are　a　great　many　women；and　some　men；who　write　in

verse　from　a　natural　instinct　which　leads　them　to　that　form　of

expression。　　If　you　could　peep　into　the　portfolio　of　all　the

cultivated　women　among　your　acquaintances；　you　would　be　surprised；　I

believe；　to　see　how　many　of　them　trust　their　thoughts　and　feelings　to

verse　which　they　never　think　of　publishing；　and　much　of　which　never

meets　any　eyes　but　their　own。　　Don't　be　cruel　to　the　sensitive

natures　who　find　a　music　in　the　harmonies　of　rhythm　and　rhyme　which

soothes　their　own　souls；　if　it　reaches　no　farther。〃



I　was　glad　that　Number　Five　spoke　up　as　she　did。　　Her　generous

instinct　came　to　the　rescue　of　the　poor　poets　just　at　the　right

moment。　　Not　that　I　meant　to　deal　roughly　with　them；　but　the　〃poets〃

I　have　been　forced　into　relation　with　have　impressed　me　with　certain

convictions　which　are　not　flattering　to　the　fraternity；　and　if　my

judgments　are　not　accompanied　by　my　own　qualifications；　distinctions；

and　exceptions；　they　may　seem　harsh　to　many　readers。





Let　me　draw　a　picture　which　many　a　young　man　and　woman；　and　some　no

longer　young；　will　recognize　as　the　story　of　their　own　experiences。





He　is　sitting　alone　with　his　own　thoughts　and　memories。　　What　is

that　book　he　is　holding？　　Something　precious；　evidently；　for　it　is

bound　in　〃tree　calf；〃　and　there　is　gilding　enough　about　it　for　a

birthday　present。　　The　reader　seems　to　be　deeply　absorbed　in　its

contents；　and　at　times　greatly　excited　by　what　he　reads；　for　his　face

is　flushed；　his　eyes　glitter；　andthere　rolls　a　large　tear　down　his

cheek。　　Listen　to　him；　he　is　reading　aloud　in　impassioned　tones：



　　　　　And　have　I　coined　my　soul　in　words　for　naught？

　　　　　And　must　I；　with　the　dim；　forgotten　throng

　　　　　Of　silent　ghosts