J[ulia] M[errill] Moores
King Death was a rare old fellow! He sat where no sun could shine; And he lifted his hand so yellow, And poured out his coal-black wine. Hurrah! for the coal black wine!
There came to him many a Maiden, Where eyes had forgot to shine; And widows with grief [illegible] laden, For a draught of his sleepy wine. Hurrah! for the coal-black wine!
The Scholar left all his learning; The Poet his fanced woes; And the Beauty her bloom returning Like life to the fading rose. Hurrah! for the coal-black wine!
All came to the royal old fellow Who laughed till his eyes dropped brine,
So he gave them his hand so yellow And pledged them in Deaths black wine Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! for the coal-black wine!
If this is not the one – let me know – and & I will try again – but I think I am right this time. The direction on the yellow envelope is written by Charles’ Aunt Kate So I send it. Merrill sends his love – he is going to Danville Ill. to visit his cousins for a fort night after school is over.
Good night J.M. Moores
Char. remarks, that “That Cornwall don’t know much about [underlined: punctuality] – He gets his exclamations wrong.”
Original letter dimensions: 20.5 x 12.5 cm.
Moores, Julia Merrill, "Letter from J[ulia] M[errill] Moores to John Muir, [ca. 1870's]." (1870). John Muir Correspondence (PDFs). 511.
Reel 03, Image 1194
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