There is in The Constitution office an old tin dipper which has seen good service. Yesterday our own Sarge Plunkett sat down and composed the following impromptu ode to it:
Covered with dust,
Eaten by rust,
Neglected old dipper! Forsaken by all!
No more to kiss
The lips of a mass;
Worn and worthless you hang on the wall.
Sweet are the thoughts that well in my heart
While I think of the scenes in which you took part,
But sadly bereft I feel when I think
How neglected by those you once gave drink!
'Tis a lesson of life
Which cuts like a knife--
That all things of earth but serve out their time.
Remembered by few,
Neglected like you--
Is the fate of a man who passes his prime.
Atlanta Constitution, June 27, 1890
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