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Show And the Poet Tied. ; (Argonaut.) James Russell Lowell was dreamily strolling along toward his home in Cambridge Cam-bridge one unusually beautiful night. Slowly, with serene, ipieerily majesty, a full moon was ascending her "azur" throne." pouring- her lavish liyht over all things and softening into semblances of beauty even the ugly ou Mines of conventional conven-tional domestic a re hi lecture round about. Duly illumiiPited by Hie loveliness of tile ; spectacle, the poei. as he passed by the house of un eslitmible brother man who supplied meat to him r?rularly for a slight consideration of profit, noticed tb.it valuable citizen leaning on his tcii'-e and gazing up in a kind of rapt way. It pleased Lowell to think that the butcher's immortal soul was bathing itself in the? flood of semi-spiritual moonlight, and, pausing, he remarked: "What a beauii-t beauii-t ill nisht it is. neighbor!" "Ye?. Mr. Lowell. I was just a-thinkin' what a bully night for a. stausrhterm' this would be"' "Of course, of course." gasped the poet, beating a hasty retreat. |