Show barritt a poet in utah mali an exchange chas lias the following anecdote credited to the celebrated actor john McCullou mccullough gb which we give for what it is worth with a faint hope that some of cur readers may recollect the circumstances cs related by the great impersonator of virginias V once wo we were traveling in utah together in those early days my boy when stage coaches rattled your bones bonis over the tile pebbly roadbeds road beds and nil we poor dev devils it s of actors played 11 hamlet amlet with an old waterproof water proof for and king It richard ichard as I ahee once did myself with an old preen gree n silk alk petticoat for a mantle in those early days my boy when we were both youn and the bloom was on oil the tile rye re we camo cam one bayar day amr a d days ariard hard riding I in n the rain ruin outside s baie too mark ye to an old wayside tavern avern khero wo we hoped to pass the night cut but the lionte was closed a little landlord had died that day and he be said he lie would not have any strangers around the place wo we begged hard liaro and im afraid afraid swore a little an and d at last got inside but we have any bed the landlord said we might la lay down on chairs in the barroom az and be d d to us but give us beds lie it was grief did it for that landlord was generally a fir strate fellow and one of the most good natured natured men alive wo we all felt sorry for him and barrett especially he Ile tried to consolo him and after they had bad talked awhile together with tears indis eyes the landlord led barrett in to I look 00 k at tho the child thoy they came out with wet eyes and after they had gulped down a glass kofold of old ryo in silent grief the tile landlord at Ilar Barrett request brought him writing materials well sir air I give you my word that in half an hour he lie had written tho the sweetest little obituary poem on that dead baby you ever heard when the landlord read it he be cried like a child and showed himself a trump card for he ile made us all up a nice clean bed and gave us the best in tile house for no pay at all but that poem |