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One More Unfortunate

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Parent Issue
Day
7
Month
January
Year
1881
Copyright
Public Domain
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He first knocked lightly at the door and then opeoed it yery cautiously and peered in upou uü with his large, brilliant, scintilating, merry, "tintioabulating" eyes; then he noiaclessly entered, closing the door with the gentlencMs of a meek and lovely lamb. Oq toe he approached us,and with accent silvery, and deliciously rippling, which denoted the poetic fire within, asked if this was the editor? lo a musical trill we replied "it am." With the same gracef'ul, light and airy movements which had characterized his actions from the first, he waved his band with a ine magnificence of grandeur to his inside pocket and brought forth a roll of manuscript. It was not until theo we fully rcalized our situatioo. We were alone with a poet. He produced bis paper and softly said : " From within my soul hath swelled up these few verses - only 75, actual count- and being a constant reader of the Courier, and greatly admiriog the lofty genius and learning with which it weekly greets its readers, I have penned theui down, and now offer them to you, only asking one dozen copies of the paper in payoieot. Over the midnigbt oil, and under the stars of heaven, have come to me thece verses. I will read them for you." With one band upon li is hip and elbow akimbo, assuiuing a strikingly poetic posture, he commcnccd : How beau ti ful, how beautlful Soft, and llglit and low, Desoends the flrst lnstallniant Of the 11 fee tof snow. As he was about commenciog another verse we summoned all our latent and ful power, and o one feil swoop we swooped him to earth, and ere his quivering ftash j bad yet ceased its twitchings, had gold his mangled form to the medical college for $25. It was cheap we know, for such subjects are hard to obtain, but our generosity would allow us to take no more. When his fond relatives came searching for his reaiains, we pointed to the cast and told them : " there, where the dead of earth are thickest, noath the briny waves of the pickling vat, there you will find the misguided youth."

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Ann Arbor Courier
Old News