The Bookman says of Mr. Dunbar:
"It is safe to assert that accepted as an Anglo-Saxon poet, he would have received little or no consideration in a hurried weighing of the mass of contemporary verse."
"But Mr. Dunbar, as his pleasing, manly, and not unrefined face shows, is a poet of the African race; and this novel and suggestive fact at once placed his work upon a peculiar footing of interest, of study, and of apreciative welcome. So regarded, it is a most remarkable and hopeful production."
[Illustration: PAUL LAWRENCE DUNBAR, THE NEGRO POET.]
We reproduce here one of Dunbar's dialect poems entitled
| WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT. |
| Dey is times in life when Nature |
| Seems to slip a cog an' go |
| Jes' a-rattlin' down creation, |
| Lak an ocean's overflow; |
| When de worl' jes' stahts a-spinnin' |
| Lak a picaninny's top, |
| An' you' cup o' joy is brimmin' |
| 'Twel it seems about to slop. |
| An' you feel jes' lak a racah |
| Dat is trainin' fu' to trot-- |
| When you' mammy ses de blessin' |
| An' de co'n pone's hot. |
| When you set down at de table, |
| Kin' o' weary lak an' sad, |
| 'An' you'se jest a little tiahed, |
| An' purhaps a little mad-- |
| How you' gloom tu'ns into gladness, |
| How you' joy drives out de doubt |
| When de oven do' is opened |
| An' de smell comes po'in' out; |
| Why, de 'lectric light o' Heaven |
| Seems to settle on de spot, |
| When yo' mammy ses de blessin' |
| An' de co'n pone's hot. |
| When de cabbage pot is steamin' |
| An' de bacon good an' fat, |
| When de chittlin's is a-sputter'n' |
| So's to show yo' whah dey's at; |
| Take away you sody biscuit, |
| Take away yo' cake an' pie. |
| Fu' de glory time is comin', |
| An' it's proachin' very nigh, |
| An' you' want to jump an' hollah, |
| Do you know you'd bettah not, |
| When you mammy ses de blessin' |
| An' de co'n pone's hot? |
| I have heerd o' lots o' sermons, |
| An' I've heerd o' lots o' prayers; |
| An' I've listened to some singin' |
| Dat has tuck me up de stairs |
| Of de Glory Lan' an' set me |
| Jes' below de Mahster's th'one, |
| An' have lef my haht a singin' |
| In a happy aftah-tone. |
| But dem wu's so sweetly murmured |
| Seem to tech de softes' spot, |
| When my mammy ses de blessin'. |
| An de co'n pone's hot. |
--Taken from the Literary Digest.
DISFRANCHISEMENT OF COLORED VOTERS.
While the Northern and Western portions of the United States were paying tributes to the valor of the Negro soldiers who fought for the flag in Cuba, the most intense feeling ever witnessed, was brewing in some sections of the South-notably in the North Carolina Legislature against the rights and privileges of Negro citizenship, which culminated in the passage of a "Jim Crow" car law, and an act to amend the Constitution so as to disfranchise the colored voters. It was noticeable, however, that although the "Jim Crow Car" law got through that body in triumph, yet the "Jim Crow Bed" law, which made it a felony for whites and colored to cohabit together DID NOT PASS.