A poem of glowin' color and life.
And right there nigh by wuz one by Mr. Chase, jest about as good. The name on't wuz "Alice."
I believe Alice Ben Bolt looked some like her when she wuz of the same age, you know—
"Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown,
Who wept with delight when Mr. Ben Bolt gin her a smile;
And trembled with fear at Mr. Ben Boltses frown."
She ort to had more gumption than that; but I always liked her.
Elihu Vedder's picters rousted up deep emotions in my soul—jest about the deepest I have got, and the most mysterious and weird.
Other artists may paint the outside of things, but he goes deeper, and paints the emotions of the soul that are so deep that you don't hardly know yourself that you've got them of that variety.
In lookin' through these picters of hisen illustratin' that old Persian poem, "Omer Kyham"—
Why, I have had from eighty to a hundred emotions right along for half a day at a time.