The Re-echo Club   By: Carolyn Wells (1862-1942)

THE RE ECHO CLUB

By CAROLYN WELLS

NEW YORK FRANKLIN BIGELOW CORPORATION THE MORNINGSIDE PRESS PUBLISHERS

Copyright, 1913, by FRANKLIN BIGELOW CORPORATION

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A recent discovery has brought to light the long hidden papers of the Re Echo Club. This is a great find, and all lovers of masterpieces of the world's best literature will rejoice with us that we are enabled to publish herewith a few of these gems of great minds. Little is known of the locale or clientèle of this club, but it was doubtless a successor of the famous Echo Club of Boston memory, for, like that erudite body, it takes pleasure in trying to better what is done. On the occasion of the meeting of which the following gems of poesy are the result, the several members of the club engaged to write up the well known tradition of the Purple Cow in more elaborate form than the quatrain made famous by Mr. Gelett Burgess:

"I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one; But I can tell you, anyhow, I'd rather see than be one."

The first attempt here cited is the production of Mr. John Milton:

Hence, vain, deluding cows. The herd of folly, without color bright, How little you delight, Or fill the Poet's mind, or songs arouse! But, hail! thou goddess gay of feature! Hail! divinest purple creature! Oh, Cow, thy visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight. And though I'd like, just once, to see thee, I never, never, never'd be thee!

MR. P. BYSSHE SHELLEY:

Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Cow thou never wert; But in life to cheer it Playest thy full part In purple lines of unpremeditated art.

The pale purple color Melts around thy sight Like a star, but duller, In the broad daylight. I'd see thee, but I would not be thee if I might.

We look before and after At cattle as they browse; Our most hearty laughter Something sad must rouse. Our sweetest songs are those that tell of Purple Cows.

MR. W. WORDSWORTH:

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dee; A Cow whom there were few to praise And very few to see. A violet by a mossy stone Greeting the smiling East Is not so purple, I must own, As that erratic beast. She lived unknown, that Cow, and so I never chanced to see; But if I had to be one, oh, The difference to me!

MR. T. GRAY:

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; I watched them slowly wend their weary way, But, ah, a Purple Cow I did not see.

Full many a cow of purplest ray serene Is haply grazing where I may not see; Full many a donkey writes of her, I ween, But neither of these creatures would I be.

MR. J. W. RILEY:

There, little Cow, don't cry! You are brindle and brown, I know. And with wild, glad hues Of reds and blues, You never will gleam and glow. But though not pleasing to the eye, There, little Cow, don't cry, don't cry.

LORD A. TENNYSON:

Ask me no more. A cow I fain would see Of purple tint, like to a sun soaked grape Of purple tint, like royal velvet cape But such a creature I would never be Ask me no more.

MR. R. BROWNING:

All that I know Of a certain Cow Is it can throw, Somewhere, somehow, Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue (That makes purple, 'tis said). I would fain see, too, This Cow that darkles the red and the blue!

MR. J. KEATS: