Memphis Daily Appeal
September 13 1873
The City in Doggerel--What she is and May be.
Memphis is a goodly place, her people live and
And many things a stranger sees are really
Indeed, to me it really seems a matter quite
To see the people of our place so very
The busy hum upon our streets, the
Of drays and hacks and carriages as o'er our
streets they tumble.
Steamboats puffing at the wharf, railway
Plainly tells the pleasing tale of Memphis rich
Court square is a charming spot, a very gem
Always kept in perfect trim by one who does
Let other cities vainly boast of parks far more
Yet for simple beauty, for comfort and for
Court square'll compare most favorably with
any other place.
But should you tire of spiral walks, green grass
and shady trees,
Just walk with me a square or two, and snuff
the morning breeze.
Out on the bluffs; your heart will surely
As you behold at one broad view the
Below, behold! a busy scene--drays and
On the flagstones of the wharf, and bales of
Bacon, flour, hay and corn--huge piles of
Indeed, we have a busy scene that strikes one
As to Memphis merchants-but give them
their just dues--
You'll find them live and active, of broad and
Ever ready, willing, and competent, withal.
To do the business offered, be it large or small.
As to legal gentlemen, of course we have our
(I believe you'll find them plentiful almost
You'll find a few among them deep in legal
Men of wit and genius, analytical and
While others, through ambition, to great
deeds oft aspire,
Who are not blest with brains enough to set a
world on fire.
The medical profession has within its ranks
Some who for the good they do well deserve
Yet, justice to these better men, and as I deal
Demands that I should mention here we have
our share of quacks.
Every system is represented, the ancient
The eclectic and the water-cure, the doubtful
I take it as unfortunate, these numerous
Out of which a man when sick his M.D. he
Our churches and our schools, asylums and
Our hotels and theaters, our Poplar street
In these and many other things our people
An honest pride, and prouder still of our
I do not know its editors, yet one thing's very
They are men of Thorough culture and well-
And Memphis's growth is certain as long as she is blessed
By having published in her midst the journal
of the west.
One thing more, before I close, I should like to
And to our city fathers I'd simple say--
Our pavement, once our pride, is now far on
From neglect or other cause, to remediless
Those rugged, rough and ragged holes encountered
Breaking our backs and buggy-wheels, would
make an angel swear.
Now, if you wish more marriages,
less fighting and less swearing,
Proceed without delay this pavement to