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Show A WARNING TO ALL POETS. In dread that some one with poetry in his make up will sharpen a pencil and write a column or two of rhymes on Juno for this paper, wo herewith anttHrvntf the eonsolrator by repro- duclng part of Lowell's "Vision of Sir Launfall:" "And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, If ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth, If it be In tune. And over it softly her warm ear lays. Whether wo look, or whether wo listen, We hear life murmur, or see It glisten. Every clod feels a etlr of might, An impulse within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly- above it for llgit. Climbs to a soul in the grass and flowers. "Tho touch of life may well he seen Thrilling back o'er hills and valleys, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace. The little bird sits at hi3 door In the sun. Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets 'lis illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer that it receives. His mate feels the warm eggs beneath be-neath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings. He sings to the wide world and 6he to her nest In the nice ear of nature, which song is the best? f These lines, so often quoted, should, make the poetaster keep his place and save the newspapers from a world of worry, for Lowell has said all there is to be said on June, and he has framed his thoughts in sweeter words than the ordinary mortal of poetical promptings can hope to command. June Is the time of year when nature na-ture sounds an awakening. There is a restless desire to be astir, and the fellow who has a flow of music In his 60ul Is Inclined to Inflict that music on his neighbors if he is not forestalled. Hence our excuse for repeating, "And what Is 60 rare as a day in June?" ', |