PS 3509 .L63 P6 1898 Copy 1 !l >■■»■ v-^r € S- -^ ^>EllYS0?!^SP3£MS^I:^ BY 33 / |^:!|?r^J.J.ELLYSON.jllAj 2nd COPY ^e^^COPlES RECEIVED. E \ievii\ a-35onlingf to act of Oongresg , in the yeir 1S98 , by J. J. Ellyson , in the Oiliji of the Librarian of Caagreas , at Washington . N-^M^ 4H(U DE01GATE9- To — Friends and Teachers scattered far and wide To— Glass-mates out upon Life'8 mighty tide; To — Those I love , and those who love ma true , I Dedicate this Little Book to you . The Author . 21 #yftELEOFGOItTEKTSie|i^ * Taken from the author's songs , some of which aio iuscrted only 'oy tXv- re'iu^et of frit^urt*. After The Battle • • • • 45 Album Verse A • • • • 9 " B • • • • 20 M J .... 29 * America • 1 Annie D. 117 A Svvinr ' s Love • • • • gQ * A Short Life • • • • 113 B'^r.y 48 * BemUfiil JTeavcn • * * • 4f) * r.iark Wolf C4 '^ Bright Eyt's 97 Chalsie Gazelle * • • • 98 Camping- Out .... jjq College Review .... 225 Death Of Garfield • • • • \\ Debt • • • • 27 Deserted .... g-y Divorced • • • • .'>2 * Dreary Days • • • '101 Daniel • . . •. -^^2 Disappointments .... 221 Ethel's Birdie ' • • • 22 Evening Musings * • • • 30 Eva • • • • 51 * Faithfulness ' ' ' • 50 Fleecing " * * • 95 * Forsaken • • • • 113 Grant * Glen Dale • • Gr.iiiJfather's Time aaJ Oura * Intolerance Jell n vail and Caesar * Jamie Jc.".iOusy * Lilly Play Softly • * Long'ing" to Labor My Bride My M'>iintain Home Mother November Rains Oithodox Hwll » Octobov Pt,ea-;j.)Oit Ci-eek * * Oiiuiiiiao j3ey);v.l tho Cloud ^^ S ilv.i.tiun ' s Gates T:je Boy iiariter Two Bliiii Btby Tim Baiiiier and I ara Out * The Couiin>j' Day The Criti.-: Tlie Djad Wife * T'le Disciple * T.ie Dying- Cjnipanion * Tin G. A.. R. CA\ii\} The Golden Clipper Tiie Hap_)ie3t Man The Laborer 70 104 105 72 49 112 115 2ii lOi) 114 15 44 67 6S 62 99 13 67 U9 43 6 93 116 108 59 111 123 100 es 34 85 The Little Bi-own Crib 10 The Maniac . . . . 28 The Mansion 32 Tlie Meeseng-or . . . • ll(j * The Mock Coogress 98 The Old Homestead 23 * The Old Musician and his Harp 7 The Oi-plian Boy 41 The Phebe Cliapman 21 The Prairie Fire 71 ♦ The Riivoiution ino The fc'.Hinls' Inheritance ICS The Soolpior 119 The Soil.? I'ird 17 The Siar«' T.iffy Party V^O The Two Artg<^l3 cUi The Two Liv«-3 73 ♦ The Wanderer 20 T > D, '2. B. ' • • 47 To J. B. I.L 3) To Tljose I'd Love to Name 5.J Wendell Phillips • 18 * Weary of Life 118 * Within the City ' 121 NOTES. General A^ent , W. H. Funk , Collins , Iowa . Corre^jiondenoe at any liinw addressed to my Gen. Ag-t. will be surp to reach me . Guilleniets . 1 have not always used guillemets in quotH- »ions , that are so commonly used , that every genera! reader are familiar with and knows tiiem to be quotations . Page 2 . Steamboat Creek and Lake are south of Lai-anue City , VVyo. near the Slate Line . I spent the winter of T&-77 and part of the following- summer in that vicinity . P 7 . The program for the commencement exercises of a college was sent to me , stating , that a lady would sing a sel#ction , entitled "The Old Musician and his Harp " , which suggested this poem . I have not seen nor heard the song . PP20, 49. 72. There is a strong sentiment springing up in some pai-ts of the U. S. as well as in foreign countries , to blot out Religious Liberty . Many have been fined , impris- oned and driven in chain-gangs with criminals for conscience sake . And the spirit of bigotry and oppi-ession is increasing so rapidly in many places . that some have asked if we are not returning to the "dark ages ? " P 23 . The Old Homestead is now the heart of a busy town . P 24 . Among the Indian graves on the banks of the Iowa P 68 . Anchored in the San Francisco Bay when I visited the city of San Francisco in 1876 . P 93 . The reader will recognize at once the pattern in " Betsy and I are out . " P 96 . In nearly all colleges the debating and literary societies organize mock congresses , and we lia I ours . P 97 . In youth I heard fragments of a song just once , of which the last liTie of each verse was; "Her bright eyes haunt me still . " More than fifteen years afterwards this poem was written . How nmch of the former is incorporate* in this one , only those know , who are acipiainted with both . P 93 . This p )em lias th.- same origin as the one mentioned in the preceding mt.' . Tii • t .v.> last lines of ea^h verse were , " The cold chilly win Id of Djcrise they proved to be well advanced in their studies . having lived in the Etst; but mis- fortune had driven them to the frontier . After supper the young lady bi-ought a large auto-harp to me and asked if I could tune it . 1 told her that I could . and a cry of joy passed from lip to lip; and no wonder . f tr it had been voiceles for a- bout six months . Pine knots were piled in the tire- place for a light . ( aR they had no oil for their lamp. ) When I had tuned it their thanks fell upon me in a sliower . Seating herself in the circle slie began to play , and instantly became unconscious to ail her sui-roundinge . Her tingers swept the strings like the shadow of an angel's hand . The very air seemed resonant with magical sounds . I w.jp entranced . Never did I hear such fairy music befoi-e . Her singing equaled her phiv'ng . Time riew by unheeded . I lookeii at my watch . It was past midnight. The mother spoke once . twice, thi-ice; but the spell could not be broken . It was neariy 2 o'clock when we retired . In the morning I wrote this poem and set it to one of her compositions of music . P 112 . Visiting a gardiner in the vicinity of an asylum , where a very talented and cultured lady was confined . I often saw her pacing to ant me down and i or . . . i'^iileu with ecstasy 1 g-;z -d Out across the distant Iiil,. :,j . W'nere the sun in beauty t,...7,ed . L'.id.^rneath his burning furnace , tlose the inonntaiu tops of auow . Ai.d an ea,gle perched above me , As the breeze beg^an to blovr . Ah! Pi-ou 5 emblem of my country , Are you free fi-ora dang'er here ? Have you come to 1 ive in dreamland ? Where you have no need of fear ? Why not bi-inj y.^ ;i- co.nrad*. with you ? There ' re a dozen in your flock . Or perhaps you do n't live happy , Far away on Chimney Rock . Over all the finow-cappcd mountains , Was n border of l)r',;^-ht gold ; But its beauty and perfectio.i , Never , never can be told . Sec t".:ose dark c,-reen spires above me , Reii clung' half wny to the sky , And the mountains all ar«und me , And the rocky gorge close by ; And the murmuring little streamlet. Ever busy in its race , Keeping time with song and dancing , With an ever smi 1 ing face . Rushing down the roc!;y rap'ds , Leaping o'er the dizzy steep , Singing happy songs forever . Never taking time to sleep . Thus I pondered long in silence , Till the eve Was drawing on ; Every evil thought and feeling , From my seltish heart v;as gone . And I seemed as near to heaven , As mortal i ty can be , E'en I seemed to drop this burden , And my spirit wandered free . 13i!t a. lou'":er splash than usual , From a lish of greater size . Broke th ' enehantin.sj spell that bound me And I opened wide my eyes , Ay the Sun was slowly setting-. In a shimmaring- lake of gold , And the fleecy cloads and streamers . Fj'om the west in g-randeur rolled . And a woodchuck o>.\ the hillside, Gave a b:ii'k or two . and than Down he ran a" ongf the ledga , and 'Whist ! he wint iito liis den . Then the eagle spread his pinions , Far across the li : I 1 s he flew , (irowing snial ler every moment , Till at last he hid from view . And ray senses over- whelmed , In this beauteous evening- scene , Hills of snow and shidy woodland, Valleys robed in 1 1 )wers and g-j'een . Til"; moonbeams and star - 1 i t luavans. Made each beautj' seem to vie , And I wished to end' my rambling.-; . There amongst the flowei-s to lie . In that vale where Nature ' s perfrjct , Perfect from the il>iiiJ , Divine , There she points her finger heavenward , Egotheists go there and dine . Av^^ I pinned tn>on my bosom , Just one swi!t. io.-g^t ■ im - not , That id why I cant foi-get it , Ever hallowed little spot. ■s^ _ <^; What a b^autifu! l> and then ^ere still ; And the music ' s hushed forever , That I heard beyond the rill . The harp-strings were snapped asunder , And the harper 's voice had fled ; On his mossy seat reclining , Sat the old musician , dead . There the murramuring- l.rook lan near liiin , Over pebbles smooth and wliite , And the fleecy streameis floated , In tlje evening- ' s soft twilight . And the rijijiles of fh<'_ hikelet , Broke in cadence at his- feet , A.nd a mellow light from heaven , Cast a halo ' i-ound his seat . The pale nieoii looked down in sadness , As th(! shadows sw(?pt the lake , Then the * faij-ies broug-lit their lanterns , And we kept the silent wake . And tlie stars danced on the lakelet , Rifted clonals sai!ed through the sky , And the midnight wind in breathing Through the maples , seemed to sigh . There we liiid h'm ' nen,th the willow . With the harp across bis breast ; And the ha,rp n,nd old musician , Lies forever there at rest . ^ ALBUM VERSgnA ^ ^ Let the shadrtvv of God be the s'lelter of man , The cause of the Savio]* the w?j'fare of man , The " Sword of the S^driL " the weapon of man And all will bo well in the end . * Fireflies 10 THE LITTLE BWm SH!B. There stands the crib in the coi-ner , Unlocked , empty and lone ; We set it there the same evening , That the little one went home. We go through tiie halls a-singing , We shout at the parlor door , But stop when we enter the chamber , And look at the crib on the floor . Little brown crib in the corner. Has a family hist ' ry to tell ; One sickly babe was rocked in it , But the others were strong and well . When the wee one died they robed it , And laid it there where it died ; And we gathered around the cradle , And silently knelt by its side . They carried our darling and laid it To rest , on the side of the hill , Within sound of the roai-ing waters , That pours o ' er the dam at the mill Empty the crib and forgotten , As loud rings the laugh as before , Yet silence broods in the chamber . As we look at the cradle once more . ^ I thiuk ot the crib in the (^rtiuer . When I follow ray one horse plow , Or swing my scythe in the meadow , Or toss the hay in the mow , At home , at church . or at market . And whenever I enter the room , I see a spangle connecting . That little brown ci-ib and the tomb DEATH OF GARFIELD . The statesman chief Oii liis pillow lay . And seemed to be sweetly dreaming , When he saw on the waters a wandering bark. With its aft-light faintly gleaming . With a pallid brow but a steady nerve , Re felt that the boat was nearing . He saw it land and he heard the call . And the thought to him was cheering . The boatman he never had seen before , And although he was a stiaiiger , He stepped on board and the mutlled oars , Sped away from the shore of danger . They sailed for miles o ' er a soundless sea . His thoughts on. the past life dwelling; Sometimes mid calms and again mid storms Kis heart in his bosom swelling . 12 Away in the distance they beckoned to him , And he seemed to heai- them singing . As the i-eapers gathered them one by one , At the blast of the trumpet ringing . * ^ * * * * . lie crossed the river at dead of night , Where the billows wild were foaming ; He dropped asleep on the other shore , Where the winds were softly moaning . Ang'iish forgotten , and pain unknown , Silent the sleeper was sleeping ; But friends gathei-ed theie to sorrow with those , Who over the statesman were weeping . But why do we moui-n for the president , dead ? He has left us the brightest ensample ; He had courage and honor , firmness and truth , And for us he set the example , So wish him not back to moi-tality ' s gloom ; Let us labor our son-ow to smother , And bid him adieu . till again we shall meet , Oar pilot . our frien(\ and our brother . Now bear him away to his peaceful rest , And publish the wonderful slory ; How toiling through poverty he had reached , The height of ambition and glory , O tell how he fought for the Union , that won ; The enemy's bullets defying, With sword in his hand he m irched to the front , In tlie faith of his country relying. 13 So close o'er his body the grave in the turf. Let hi u r^sl till the great jiidgcnaal day ; •' And then to the ra-msions in heaven he' 11 go , And a crown shall r^vard him" they say . Now he ' s gone ; but forever , shall raera ' ry linger Around the cold dust of our statesman so graTid ; Beyond th^se dark sc^nf»s in the bright worlci of glory , We hope we shall meet with a clasp of the hanreeze And the v/oodland choir at the close of day , Begins their song in the maple trees . And the beautiful sky above the sun , Painted by God , s mysterious hand , Emits the glories of that world on high , Ecstatic vision of that heavenly land . i5 MY SRIOE. Misting- the clouds hang- over our heads , Dark and dreary . Sudden the change from a sunnie day , So pleasant and cheery . Wild howls the wind a-down the valley , And over the hills , Rustling the leafy trees , Disturbing the rills . The corn in the tield is nodding . The blades turned over ; The beans lie flat on the ground , And 8« does the clover . Clouds racing across the sky , Chariots of air ; Colored with logwood or ink , Black as despair . Nothing are wind-storms and rain , Tempest , sweep by ; Howl o , er the earth and sea , Weep , moan and sigh . Down m my craving heart , In the softest chamber , I feel a longing to see one : Yes . I claim her . The world moves happy around me , And I ' m hapjiy too ; And burdens of care are lightened . Since her I knew . 16 Tonight with anxiety burning , Within my breast , 1 ' 11 dream I ' m upon the billows , No home nor rest . The thunders will boom and bellow , The lightnings dart , And it all will be only the echo , Of my heart . Whei-e is my dark-eyed bride ? I asked of the wind ; And when comes the moj-ning light , Will I see her again ? It hissed out a harsh reply , ' Neath the box-elder : " I know not that bride of yours , Never beheld her . But there is one lady I know , A dark-eyed maiden ; The roses upon her cheeks , Are with fragrance laden . She lives over the hills , Near Muddy Water ; 8he is , if I'm not mistaken , A model daughter . But never in earth n«r heaven , Will she be your bride" ; Keen was his scornful contempt , So I stepped aside . So I ' m left in a tit of anguish , Alone , tonight ; And 1 wonder where she is sleeping . To-night , to-night . 17 THE SONG mm . iSing me a song- little bird in the tree, Jnst as I lay down to sleep ; And chiiTwp your warblings at earliest dawn As the light o " er the mountain-tops peep Sing me a song when I ' m happy and glad , Sing of youi" nest in the tree ; iSing nie a song when I ' m gloomy and sad , And make me light- liearted and free . Sing of a sunniei- clime tli.'in this , Tour home in the laneep mid the snow on a lonely mountain , Near where the wild beast made his lair , The fanciful ghosts in my nightly visions , Made Uideous visits to me while there . Where are the arms that clasped me in boyhood ? Where are tiin" voices that fell on my ear ? Where are the friends that inspired my childhood ? t a fi-'w . His larde)' was full of the choicest things . His wife had not e ' en a care . For contidence kept them sailing high . While the debts kept doubling there . A change ! and they went to live on the town ; His trousers and coat threadbare ; His horses . harness and carriage ai-e gone , Now tliey " foot it " . here and there . His credit went down to rise no more . How short was that bubble-like race ! And he was cast out of the manciple-ship , And his steward was put in his pla*"* .. They were selfish and proud in affluence and ease . When wealth bore them up in its arras ; They christened their mansion a, " Mt . of Delight", Their jilace was the center of farms . They live now in poverty , sorely in want ; ' T is a lesson for us to go slow ; They lived in high circles , kept up with the times ■ And flaunted appearance for sho%v . And all for a vain and an empty name , To live for awhile like a lord ; Better move careful , a step at a time , For money do n ' t come by the cord. 31 » THE HappiEST mm . Hurrah fIGELS7 Last n'ghi at the hour of midnight , While! renting- in Sleep's embrace, I (i;e.i!iied , two angels b^ot o'er ins, Eicii hoklin^ a goLlea vase. Tile a I'ue of the first was Pleasure , She wore 'roan J her nevik a charm, She covered my bed with roses , Ami l.iid my head on her arm . ••0 youth ! repose on my bosom " , She said , in her gentle way , ** Foi- I am your satisfaction , My work is pleasure and play . I am queen at the ball and banquet , I shine on the victor's brow ; I am riiier of purse and passion , youth 1 will you choose me now ? 1 have rocked the world in my cradle , Prom the king to the beggar boy ; You can fly to the mountains and revel , In pleasure and worldly joy '• . V^oici' , face and form of an angel , Like the siren over the sea , And she wrajtped me in robt^s of splendor And sang me an ancient glee . •' Now y I am the angel of Duty , And til us do 1. ever advise . rf enjoyment , How fe\v can applaud your name ! O youth , live for something nobler I strive for a higher fa-ne 1 And a tear welled up to my eyelid , 1 pointed t > Pleasjre . '.o go ; A.nd the angel of Duty laid My hend , on her bosoi.n of simw . C^o BE8ERTFJ . ^gy- riash , lightnings , across the wild sky { Roll, thuiideis, over i.iy head! Clements, war ye togetht}-. My Ueart must be older than lead . 38 ' 0! I * iTi wearv Hid faint and forsaken. Tlieie'B a storm gathering out in the west ; A flash I and the thunders rolling , Like war-horses running a-breast . O sou! ! I HE) tired of grieving ; Hii&li ! thf rain is beginning to fall , And my tears fall in unison with it , Foi- Lanii:i . my darling , my ail . The wes . wn'. chickens keep pi'^ping , And tie cricket's lone tiddle * ':ear ; Lonely , lonelier , loneliest , C )m9 bick ! my Launa , nay dear . But the lightning keeps flashing above me , And the thunder rolls low overhead ; Growling , now rumbling , now booming , Now pealing like calling the dead . Heai- tlie big drops strike down on the house-roof Hark ! the hail plays a tune on the pane , And a peal that ' mo'^t deaden my senses , Tlv 11 I ihWik f.f my Liuna again . 8he hA'i g>ne to the fashionable c'ty , Her jolly irompin'-ms to see ; Her VOW8 . la'ely made . are all broken , And I kaov she cares nothing for me . Where's the emblem of union forever? It wa3 triflingly thrown away ; And I'm left alone in the wide world , To die at the close of the day . \m u TO" i^ B« Ss Sweet is tiiy lonely sov.fr , oh noblo boy 1 Pure b^ tLe Liuok that rtaiiceb fleetly by; Genile »>a u lady hast thou ever been » Yet set thy g-uidiug star far in the eky . Fhite-llke thy notes sound throug-h the evening air , Then dwindle to the souiid of a guitar ; The curtains of the evening gently fall , Still comes thy fairy music from a-far . AH day thy brush and pencil paints the leaf , The lake . the stream . or silent forest glen , Or Autumn scenes of evenings bright and clear. And then I hear thy claronet again .. : "The morning breaks to us a beauteous sun " . He rolls in ilav.zllng pplendor high ■ hI viooit ; Ami speeds in haet«> his flight acn^ss 'l.e sky , Then i-ises silently , the sUvcry mo( n . The day fades o'lt , the heavens are all 'iglnw , T'lf* scenic besaiy pass^^r* awlft. along ; And *^' ■••.) the nigi.tingah .nd thee , my friend , r !> answers "r-ack tl ^ber if, a song. My e?ifn85!t sonl longs for tlioe once again . '" <> <"air-f?iC»'d youth ! who nnver did me wrong ; Mucl' would I love to jiv.n theo ere thou dose , 'I'hine ever sweet an. I rapturous evening song . Oftt'mes v.h»'n foes apt^ail me bv the way , Thnii beirest with me oh friend ! a brother's part ; Think ' st thou . thee will I sf>on forget ? No friend , I've locked thee up within my heart . 4.) CM'ttJmea the merry joke we passe Ana gatheretl berries when tho rninrntr (l^'.y p-ew cool At twilight, seated ' neath the tr "ivs . w« haard The bull-frog' croaking o'er hit- statjnaut pool. The sunset painted well tlie arcirng skies ; The East a v.olet . the South a blue, "l" le North a jrviy , ami over-hea 1 wert' mixed , A host of spangled tints of every hue . The West a tiery red . tben orange tint , The color of the fringe like burnished gold ; T.I.' clouds, like banners, fleecy, eoft and clean, And j-ed and yellow hair above them rolled . Tiiosa 8cen<»S are g'one ; I view them in the past : Cdid . cold and dii-'uni is the wintry snn ; \ .'t coines alou^^ this cold gray sky of mine A song ; • thj voice , the gentle voice of one , Who ever was my friend ; oh gentle boy 1 You , who so manly always spake the truth ; 8:< gallant . winsome , and yet strong in right , Ofltimes I think of you , oh noble youth 1 V , that I had a thousand friends like yon ! What would I care for fame or fortune grand ; Tais would be kin to heaven , and all the world , Be polished with good deeds like golden sand . ' Round the horizon of thy handsome brow , I bind this wreath , a token of my love ; May we in Eden ' s blissful sunny clime , Tog?fher roam through garden , tield and grove . 41 THE ORPMS SOY 'M -^^ Last night I stood on a kme l ill-side . With uiy hand ou a whito grave-stoue , And I thought of my lot , iso haid to bear , An orphan wanderiug- ' lone . I thoug-ht of father , so good and kind . And mother , so young and fair . But father died ; now his form ia still , With death in his clustering hair I thought how cupid had played his part , And bound with a golden chain — Those hearts in one , that while on earth , Should never be parted again . But death vimt in with his ghastly fnrm , O ' «T-8badoAod the hour of joy . And mother was left in her solitude , With only her orphan boy . He lay lika the weary in dreamy eleepi; Wrapped up in his snow-white ?hroud ; In a walnut case they made his bed . But hia spirit returned to God . The showers of spring refresh tke mound , Where father is sleeping on ; The orphan boy in this friendless world . Is wandering alone , alone . Then , down by my father ' s grave I kntnOeil And poured out my soul in prayer ; It was only this unspoken wish , I long to be with him there . Nu 011^ will ca»* for the orphan boy ! And I leaned uiy head on the stone ; The tears run down o * er my burning^ cheeka For the orphan baa no home . I prayed to my Father , my Father in heaven , To care for the orphan child ; When lo ! the clouds of sorrow I'olled back , And Ht^aven looked down and smiled . I arose , and a V)ii-d-like form swept by , It looked like a snow-white dove ; I hailed at once with a welcome voice , This messenger of his love . As I struggle against the ills of life , This seraph shall be my guide ; ' Mid th« storma of life this angel bright , Will w:ilk by the orphan's side. BEAUTIFUL HEAVEM . Let me think of the bowers in Eden ; Let me think of the flowers that bloom ; Let me think of the life eternal , Waiting for us beyond the tomb . B' ~ -^ Weo . we«» curly head , Lying' 0!i its boflom bed ; Mamma siiig'rf»" soil and low , O ' er a lifo as pure as aiiow . " Sleej) baby , sleep " . Sorrows all forffotteu now ; Placid is the baby ' s brow ; Little feet and hands and eyes , Wandering' throug-h dreamj skiwi . '• Sleop baby , sleep'' . Earth liolds not a pearl so dear , As that one , a baby ' a ttar ; And no sunshine can you trace , Like thc! smile on baby ' s face . "Sleep baby, sleep". On life ' s stage it plays its part ; E!o(^uence is in its heart ; All the world would be so drear , If there were no children here . "Sleep baby, sleep". Mamma ' s . sung herself to sleep ; ' er the house a stillness creeps ; And I vow within my mind , To my darlings I ' 11 be kind . " Sleep baby , sleep " . 41 Par awiy , f u Jivv.iy ovor m.^unlaia and i)lain , In my wamleiiiig' thoug'hta I am carried again ; Tlia wiile rollinji: pl.viji wilh its streams I can see , And its (leir.zcn lio8t wandfis o'er the green left. Tiie mountains are towers . unspeakably grand ; Tiiey lif ft) tl'ft west of the *' Biiifilo Land" ; Majestic , they loom up , their white peaks of enow , Are seen in t!ie sunlight as days tome and go . Ti;e tops of the mountains , that point to the sky , The dvjpth of the greenwood and flower lields nigh. The landscape , the ocean, the sand on the beach, Reveals the Ci-eator , that Nature doth teach . I'ar away , far away over mountain and plain , ■ In niy wandei-ing thoughts I am carried again ; To a place near the ocean - I hear its dull roar , Sure , am I not nearing its waters once more ? The land of bright flowers and gold-waiving grain , O carry me back I to its bosoai again . I long to return to that beautiful laud , The home of my youth in the mountains so grand . From t!ie snow crested hills to look down on the sea , Where the petrels and sea-gulls go wandering free ; And hear the loud sound of the billows that roar , As they bj-eak on the rocks near ray own mother's door Fain , fain would I fly to that country once more , And drink in the music that cornea from the shore ; But two little gi'aves in the garden there be , And sadness would steal all my p^^ .anre from me . ^s&t 45 iK [i!MiiJiii^L:5Mi I After the i)attle ; tlie rai-nage clone ; The win^rs of night swept over the scene ; The paltei-ing rain gMve thd sr;liiiers drinii , And fell on the woods and the meadows gveoti . The foe was beating a slow retreat ; The victors following on behind ; Both were shatteroil and glad were they . Wl-en night came down with its somber blind . A flash '. and a boom ! came now and then , And boom ! was the deep and snllen reply ; While the lightnings belched from the murky clouds , •'And Heaven's artillery swept the sky". The air was he;ivy , the grass was wet , The lanterns gleamed on the bloody sand , The fife and drum at the midnight hour . Played the sad farewell in a distant land . The battle was o ' er : the ground was red . Where tkousands of dead and dying lay ; Scattered t!;rough woods and tasseled corn , ' ep valleys anrl hills , far . far away . I heaid the groans of the wounded men , When the smoking canons ceased to roar ; The weary fell in their tracks asleep , And dreamed their marches and battles were o ' er 1 heard the tread of the nurses corps . ViTith th"i mutaed drum and the bugle's call; Their lanterns gleamed like lising stars , Bringing hope and care to the wounded f c'l . 46 Oil the riv-i- brink fell a hundred men . A .whole biigadc in the wooded l{*ne ; Aud many fell in the marshy svramps , And thousands fell on the open plain . Mangled among the broken guns , Under the falli-n boughs of trees . In the wild deep gorge , on the ro(."ky kills , Scattei-ed ovt^r the iieathery leas ; 15/liind the breastvvoi-ks in the moat . 'i'housands wei-e lying with throbbing brain ; iiiit the tile and drum and the sergeant's voice Rouses reality once again . C)n<( by one they were lifted up , And placed on the sti-etcher and borne away Till each nook and corner were closely searche*! , Whore a wounded man could sit or lay . NoH'^ must be! left ; no , take them all ; And bear them off through the silent gloom ; Friend and foe together shall go , And the dead on the morrow shall tind a tomb , The father wept o ' er his wounded son , The bog and gun made up the crew ; A A he pa'ldle J down the current , Sar.g the song, "Red, ".Vhite and Bhie" . Y iars have passed ; still roliing onwar.l , Runs that river to the sea ; And the steamers ply its waters , r.) and down for yoii and ma . Bat no 'Tioro that boyish hunttr , Dri ;s a-lo»vn th'i rippling tide ; lie is !■: "a>d to wan ler ever. OSr the world so wierd an 1 wide. 4J •d JEHOVAH AND CSES Honor your o^uatry an i honor the kiii;^ . In all that, is right ami no o{)ponenc(» bring ; But Pharnoh nor Caesar has no right to say , How we ought fo worship nor which is God ' 6 ila^ That , the Lord must decide ; ani w'a^n m in oppase The Lav of oui" God as the war I plaiily sliows , Then kindly but firmly , lik'^ Peter wd'll .-? ly . God rather than man we ought to obey . Some , f T think inconsistent) contend thej- can see : That part of God ' s law stands for you and for me - And part is annulled . Do n ' t yon hrar Jesus say ? ' T is easier that heaven and eart'.i pass away . Now the principle is , and stands tirmly for all ; The wbole law must stand or the whole law must fall ' T is Lucifer ' s story to those of our time , To quiet the conscience of men out of line . Reader to Caesar the tribute that ' s due ; Said Christ . the Redeemer , " The Faithful and True But give to Jehovah the first and tba best , Give Caesar his dues and give Jesus th^ rest 10 #^y F4if iifliLNESS . ^ »^] Father , to thee wv pray , Anil sing jvIoikI lo.lny . Tiiy nam- l;igi floods and flames they p&sa«d . Their work is done . Wr'll keep thy law, oh Lord I And tremble at thy word • Nor disobey . Liiij ttithfiil men of old ; W,' !; h.'. like Daniel, bold ; Noi' worship godi of gold , .>.' ):ig lite ' s way . Fa'h*.', in thee we trust. Tj do thy will is ju*>t ; Ail else is vain . O ! give us Lord , the nerve , Tiiat we may never swerve ; Bat tMt.! fully , thu'e , serve , A home to gain . By Permiasion CxjyrlgMil in IS'Jl , by P . E . Bjlden . M Sleeping' low in the silent prave , On the bleak hill-side by the vivei- ' s brink By the sidj of another , lately gone ; Who'll be tha next? I dare not think Sister , I sit by your fjrave and watch ; The g-rass is waiving above your head ; Short is the, time , it seems to me , It can not ba that yoa aro (load . In pity , I press to my breast your babe , • Just as I do my own , and say , That is the way her mother would 1 1 and I feel so gad , The tears are I'firj;: , I v ant to go . pjir , f-\V av;'ay in 'a f oiilhern Innil , The b'rds s^ill ginjr anr5 the flo.vrvs bloom ; The bvookle^a rnnrmnr so soft and lov,r , O I it serins to me , I am going home . My children p'ay in the ivy bowera , My wife , in the hammoch is orange-erowned ; Th" f.roopin.T bouffhs k'ss hf^>r fnr?liead lo^v , "While the I'r.inchea ronnd her svpop the ground, I'm pad tcuay , and my heart's nit here ; PK^asurra are nist beyond my reach ; Thp -northern snows and tho southern sun , Never can heal tho broken l)reacli , 1)3 TO THOSE I • D LOVE TO NAME . Thei-e are a hundred names I ' d love to w/ifco , Of friends , aud kindred dear , a:id tender ties ; But who can judg^e the m«rits of them each ? Aud tell which ones will mount the orange ekiea . TO How many pojrna havfi their headings thus ? Tu whom V Wrt can not know , nor e ' en surmise ; To som'^ a:' friend n> d'>iht. th'iy dara not, n-iiia , Althoii^rh vviMp]>f>(l up within their anxuniR hearts , In fiattoral i.o-i l^jrft'j-:?* an! fancied h>i'fi . But tVaring lest ; th ;ir pr")sp?r;)i3 v/-)rk is dona ; Tl ey turn and do>' n the graile they po ; And friends aud poets tlius chagrined . Are set upon by enemies ; who laughin* low , About such eloquence bestowed in vain , Remark , "I told you so " . Quite well do I remember now , A vain , young postal clerk , who set his stake , To be Post Master General at 8f)ine future day , And all were loud in his ability . iVhei'e is he now ? San Quentin ' s bar.^ can tell . A college graduate of penmanship . Could immitate a signature so well , That he could quite excel a man himself, In writing down bis name . &1 Arl he becama so clever in the art , Timt judt live bundred dollars was the sum , 'iaut Mr. Biond v.as called upon , to pay . Who is this >oung professor now ? Where has hs gone ? His name is "Biodltii" now, he's gone, well, where? Ani where is alie 1 whose hopes were higher than the stare: Whose v.iicM ranff out amid dramatic halls . An auth.»r ahe becaio'^ . wtica twwlve yeaM old . Her lama ami ^i\\-i!, futur»ty were m >ataed by all , Where is she now ': the radiant ttar . bide-iracked acd in the ditch . V'a'edictorian , whither goest thou ? The leader of iliat chiSc* in eighty two . No doubt the sun and stars will hear thy fame. And ages yet to come will sound thy praise . y:x year.-^ passed by : we met ag lin . D'-m . cards and chcckt-is . "games so inno-.ent"? My quizzing , wonde-i^g .-^tai-e CiUisseil her to «>his.i . A s,.).i-ii.i ilidt ! A. njttdium ! Aha! V'Hjr i.usb.u.'.l y Yes, "which one*'? she afiked . All ! yf3 : • \,>'hicli one" y Can it be true / I itUMod my iieart and eyes away . >/li<) darj; yoj ua-aise , and feel your reputation's safe f And you y.>itng nian , weak eyee in 'h:s ^vvle woi-id to I'io f *• NoMiinsf . Only t-o innthot 1 can btf true " . Ten ye irs gone Ijy . A jmige upon the bench 1 Oatstript the brightesi diudents in the rice . That «iaiet V)oy , who joined noi in atiiletic spirts , Bit mis'ng by himaeif with chin on hand. Or temple braced with inl-x an I with thu n'> . Out throag'h the window gi/in^' , wondarlnjly , IK With flooJa nf th^iug-ht revolving in bi» m-al, / Fu; iii'y u iiravoling' . Thai iiuassuuiiiiiT V»oy is now a rai'i-oad uiaynate . Aj'e ! modesty , ealuta'oiian . f The dude Enepred at... her plain and sober mien . "The world w;!! be no better (or lier iife ; She; ' .5 very meols. , and all h'^r words are tuiue " . The yeuj s roil on : but honor , praise and fame , Rod ywi/tly on before her coming lei-; , And gulden glory fallows in hei- wthc , The tempera'ice banner finating o'er her head.. ♦ * » » If. * The brilliant but unworthy ' oft ia praised , But purity and honest " worth nnhonored most. And po I Rcureely dare to sound »the t)ote of praise , For fear I might bestow my flattery amis.s , And then be called a fool . For I can only see the outward show : But read— "God looketh on - the heart". So plod youj- way along life ' s ragged road , Care naught for simpei'ng.jnortals' ii,milea or frowns ; But t^;l; the calnic* -and storms ^ of life. For }.':.!■ reward awaits you at the close . No ( l"'.r..cr:'ng mortals there will sound your fame. In fitful haste uncertain of the end . Not even anp^e's will have such a favop'd trust ; N > angel ' s na-p is sweet and ioud eno'igh . N^r ade--piate f">r 6U3h a worthy fssk . God • a voice alone , can toll your wondrous worth f>-5 _§«£|§£^jaW3_^£^ Th« cold rain is fAlling . The g"ulehes nil are brawling , A 1» -1 1-; on t,lK' pjine . T:i.' rn'i!i m -^'lo nn is shrondeii , 'i'.i.' m'iV is d.irlxly clnuiled . Aa>i cii)\vn eoniod the rain . »!<)iil falls tha rain fivm heaven , liy gusty winda ' t is driven , A^f'aiust my face . , <';<»'! I sheets now hover o ' *^r U8 , 111 I .-.stt^ tlioy fly above us , In Ji -an: 9(1 race . Till) b'ris havt? gons to g-ooil lands Oi- f!se art" in thn wonllanda , The squii-rel ' s at home ■ Blackbii'd , quail and plover , Ave ch'rping in the clover , Or diffjflng the loam . The thrush has ceased his mxising , All n ^ture now is fusing , And going down stream . Good-bye to grr^g and nettle , The hay-stiu:kt> n )v; wlJl Settle , Now let me drt:".m , 57 ''^*e"fc1CTHER\ ^W What shall I say for thee ? oh mother ! What whall I saj' for thee V Thy love is a thousand times deeper , Than the depths of the deepest sea When thy baby ia ill , oh mother ! And thy husband is tired and worn , He drowsily sleeps , unconsinous of it , And leaveth thee watching alone . Night after night , oh mother ! Thy watchfulness ever the same ; Thou art the Life-Guard in sickness , What shall I say of thy name ? And what shall I say of thy fame , mother ' What shall I say of thy fame ? If you receive not your dues, mother. Say , will I be to blame y Who calls thy position mean , mother ^ The place in the world , that you fill ; Who dares to speak lightly of thee , mother V That watches with such a good will . None have so spotless a name , mother , And none have so brilliant a fame ; Who dares to speak of thee , ill , mother , Only confesses his shame . Your eyes look weary today , mother , O say I were you watch::i^'- last right V And may I take your place tonight , mother ? And watch with the angel in white ? 68 Tiic iiiig'ei , that hovers o ' ei- you, mother, Whenevei" you watcU alone ; Who writes in her book with a golden pen , Whenever you sigh or moan . Does she ever speak to you , mother ? In sympathy , loving and kind ? And tell you softly in woi-ds , mother V When your cares wi)l be left behind V Y >a are v.-ry tired and worn , mother , Von are nearly don** with this strife ; Ton are re uly to go and live , mother, •• On th-i ever gi-een mountains of life . " But f!re you set out for th&t land , mother , Forgive the heart and the hand , That ever did you a wrong , mother , While walking the earthly strand . Quietly sinking" , now gone , mother , Into the river of death ; Bat the fragran^ja of heaven we caught , mother, You gave with your dying breath . Who ' 11 inhabit the highest heaven , mother I The highest and gi'andest and best ; Who ' 11 be the happiest there , mother ? In that long day of rest . I ' m sure I can not tell , mother , Unless I may speak for thee ; For , I am only a man , mother , And I ' m sure it will not be me 5d ' a THE DE£D WIFE . » Dead , dfari , dead ! She has cj'os.-sod the iinknt>\vii sea . O ! v^onld th.it lay poH could vitttr , ■ j'T Tlif! though o i,i;.a», .ii-ipe in lue . VVheie can I iMs-e ray spirit ? Where can I bathe >:,y sou'! ? In a fountain unmixon . a soiimw, Where its v. jivv's can ueviii- roll . Let rae Cy from this land of troubh- . Away from the scenes of woe ; To a place of true contentment , Thither . oh let me go : Wheri^ I ne'vT .si..i.'l <.,■ i. i-.. ken heart d . By di6a].j)oin1ment ' 8 iiand ; Come, Fiith and Hope and bear me . Away to "That belter land" . For the old man on Scio ' e loland , And the bard on the Isle of Wight , Ne ' er felt more solemn and lonely . Nor sadder than I feel tonight . O I am loner- rme , so k nasome ! My heart has j-TOTyn r"ckened with i)aiu ; To know ?om I praas^i ; I piMv * i . forever to wandar . Amin^ th* scenes of tk^ bleat. ' 'C wj,a a dream • but t'jose (^?orIe3 , S iaII ".w.S'.- ri ! w ( "1 w^ary of strifa , Till wr liietH t'ere to dwe'l with the ang^els, "On th« ev-.T-green mountains of life". # .. ».§!I'?!??'§-!:?I!^ il:"-- i'.<)< V V, a n tjo deviiS aie gone, An ■. >_! > i ' s i{ )iy >^j;' .•.(, jrounil as is thi'owu ; Wh.:n wj t'linii not of pieasiares oi loss or of gain , N >!• Hiij,b.>na of daubt iiy and suifering pain ; But oiiiy of God aiKi our duty to hiu) , T) ]»Mise hiui for mercies and pai-dou from sin , T > waft him a prayer on the breezes of Spring , W.J Ml the h.»ai-t is so full that the tongue can not einif I 'vi.vf flit si> ;it tiiie.s , the rein-mor.incce is sweet , V/U>n all th:it i had I couid '::y at his feet ; Wli.Mi sjltisiin '8-1 j-M.i not ;i i' ;ea-.l turon^h my brain, An i I jvni 1 -re i it over and over again ; How , His BlajeRt.y , mig^bty and kir.gly in v.-ar , Btoopey satan , assailed by hiii foes . I'et ever on mission's of mercy lio j.roes , C' i'ing" for •' sinnoi-s ; and . yonder, o;! see ! At last lie is slain aad han.i^id ixi a iroe . "Father forgive them , " he calleth again . Tend M- and tru 5 the last words of the slain ; Tr.ii to th3 last a-jd praying he dies . la the tonab , resurrected , now gone to the skies* . Open , bi-eak open oh hard heart ! and pour Tei"? from thine eyes that will cease never more ; W ■]", op the springs of ye fountains , t'lat ri^e , And breathe ye a prayei- to the Lamb iu the wkies . S.\'<-io:' . Redeemer, I w ilk in thy lova . Prepare me a home in thy mansi'ins above ; L"t. me lean on thine arm for my way h 're is da-k ,' A ho'n'> in thy kinrd<>ni a'^na fo" mv m uk . Though stern are thy ju l^r^n-'nt? , the v;i-k^l \v:l! k-i>A-, Thy name is Compassion , (hong i justic-i is W'> ; O Father! prepare me to join in that throiig , "Who will sing in The City , thfc eternal s..ag . 69 ORTHODOX HELL. PtN-hul. r peeped witbiii ihv gatee of heU , And oh the 8 j^lit 1 1 can not tell ; DeviJs iuid tieiuLi were racked in pain , ISlruji-^lod n'.id vtivtchod and wi-ithed again . 'i'iu're s.it tlio biLsver , who made the cup , And he . who diaiik it was burning up ; And the man , who murdered while full of rum , R«i.oived Jjis di):)in and was then struck dumb . He sai; ihore and burned and could not speak , But a river of tears flowed down hid cheek ; And near luin tii3 w >in.in , who sold her name , And bou-h; a j^annent all spotted with shame , And boasted and wore it and praised it Well , Thei'e she sat drinking the dregs of hell . There howled a diMn-ni most haggardly old , He was a miser , aa I was told ; liis 7iioi:ty melted and burned his feet , ^V .!le his heart, was burning with brimstone heat , And the liy[) »;rite only could wabb'e his tongue , T io deeel%-r of many . the old and the young ; And the thief r.n 1 the forger were wading the Styx , Their blood wiln its poison , beginning to mix . The conqueror w;i.s wading the river of hades , Treading on spear points and battle-ax blades ; Ue was moi-e than a murderer , thousands had bled , His cause wis ambition , ambition he plead . And there waa t!ie liar , his tongue now in chains , The lires of ael! were consuming his brains ; «3 The headsirif'n of martyrs were standing- ia Wood , The Wood their accuser . llie flames were their food . Avid List but not ieast , I have kept back to tell , -iiie slaver was down ia the sliin-^-pits of hell . }'in , nlas ! ' t ivas too late , ir« revelled in crime and now woeful his fate . All thj depths of Tartarus he' s d 'Stined to bear. For setting a trap God ' s ini ijjo t<> snai-e . l>^ep down let the fires of hell ecorch liis soul , All o'er him the billows of hell ever roll : LhI ns turn to the ttironir in the g-reat rooms of hades , Where are mixed king-.' and captains , aii'i peasants and jadcB- Ti'f' braiyers .anvo tlit^y were quickly condemned, lu torit.ent forevt-r . no h hell's hottest place. The iron for branding is rusting ; the chain Will be dreaded by ciptivi-s never again ; Shout freedom to slaves ! tlif' slavei-s ah ! well , They must be t'lrtrnvi in the drum-box of hell . Be your vitals "^nl bones by tii-e' consumed. Reap death in its worst with the i-est of the doomed , Yea, sit there bv dj.-tl; through the long night of pain. Thy portion's in P 'ito , I'-ic drum i.s thy fane. There , worship th ; devil au.l p;iy fu- thy crimes , In brimstone and tire , with shrieks for thy chimes . In there were the slayers of the martyrs at last , Better they never had heard Gabriel ' s blast ; Better to have no more feeling than t>tone , Than in fire and darkness forever to groan . Worse is their flame-shroud than God ' s people wore , Brimstone and tire in that night of despair , Hurled by the hand vf a God in his wrath , Avenging their blood . who followed his path . And the furies of Heaven inoi-e teri-ible grew , Till they prayed to those motliers and babes whom they slew; But the billows rolled on -U a hurricane rate . Forever and ever , tiieir pj-ayej-s were too late . 66 But think you the auth.ir of sorrow an'l sighs , The inventor of murder . the wiiie-cup and lies , The chief of ambition . the master of slaves , The keeper of brothels and their nameless graves , The father and author of ail kinds of sin, Should lock up lliese victims and not be within ? No . He was chained dawn by the angel of God , III the drum he is scouiged with a fiery rod ; lie once had a place in the realms of delight , But changed it for hell and its long endless nigfat Sin , satiin and death be in brimstone and fire , By the Ju'ige's decree, the sentence, how dire! Their victims , the numbei- to myriads swell , Ye dwellers in darkness . forever farewell . BIBLE . The I'oot and the lii-anches shall biiin in the fire , And nothing but ashes be left as a pyre ; The proud and tiie haughty in hell ''be consumed", 'i'he wicked forever "remain in the tomb" . No cry shall be heai'd fi'om that desolate shore , And bey on I that diath , -'thou slialt be no more" . They u'^ver will wake from chat terrible sleep , Their thoughts will be lost in the bottomiess deep . Tue LorJ will not call them to couie up again , Aud death o ' ei- tlie wicked eternally reign . And the devil an 1 sinners with all of their sin , Will be just as tliough they never had been . They ' 11 be pnnifthed accoi-ding to what they have done With brimstone and fire as hot as the sun . When the fuel ' s burned up the fire will die , And in that condition forever they ' 11 lie . They'll die, aiid they "never shall be any more" , And silence will come from that acholess shore ; And search the gre it universe, sinners to see, \'^ain is your search , for "his place shall not be" . 67 Nameless anci nuraberleKS all of this host , ' Mid fiery biilowa they g-ave up tho ghost ; In the wild tlf-iue-sht-oud ye souls iempest-toS8e^ yon toll j'e funeral bells ? i'our :^a(l and solemn refrain ; And ye »ing it to ma in ni}^ silent dreams , Over and over again . The Nation ' s in tears . for the hero ia dead , The chieftain that marshaled his clan , At Donalson . Vickaburg . and Richmond at last , Ah 1 he was a wonderful man . He mv)VeJ with a power aad none could withstand , The stroke *.>f liia powerful arm , When he iif;e i it up in a nation ' s defense , To shield the down trodden h-om harm . The flag ' »< at half-mast , and the mut&ed drum , It* Oeaiing a funeral strain ; And beuiud tue iuarde in rieli drapery dresaed , Comes the slowly moving train . Now loll ye on ye funeral bells , And pour lorlh your sad refrain , From hill and dale , from zone to zone , Over and over again . 71 PI^AIRIEFIRE. Lowly and sweetly tin^ miJk-inaiils humming: , "The flashing: stream? in the tin pii^s druraming ; '* The yellow poplar to m^ co-.n^s oro^ning' , The wind its Eolian Harp is tuninsr . The summer breezes are pinkiiig to rest , But around our ears is a noisesom > pest ; A. seat in the smoke, our thoug-hts 0:1 the wind, The companion of myths of evaiy kind . The pigs at the tr.iug'h ai-? Ivi lly siucsaling ; The farmer his c )rn an 1 oita is dealing- To his Jersey cows and his team of roans ; Higher the pigs are pitching their tones . The hills in th3 W;st with the sky is fretting. The dew fi-om heaven the grass is wetting ; There ' s a golden ed^'e to the crest of th,> mountain , And a silver rim to the little! f->anlain . The pigs have hushed . the farmer ' s fed them . ( With poles and hay he soon must shed them ; ) The bird has flown to its leafy nest . Noiselessly every thing sinks to rest . But see ! There ' s a fire in the far off West , The fleecy clouds are in crimson dressed , The columns of smoke reaches up to the sky , And God save the people or many will die ! That danger was latent in a little match , Its wings were loosened by a little scratch ; Now it comes down like the dreadful cyclone , Quickly devouring many a home . Xs here all were merry but an hour ago , Now all ai-e startled witti affrig-ht and woe ; The women scream and the horses neigh , And tuy at their halters to break away . rhe ]V\g3 keep runninjc to and fro , And the cattle all are bellowing low ; The geese fly oft' with the turkeys after , All trying t ' uscipe the dreadful disaster. The lii-e comes on ; smoke rolls o'er the farm* O ! i^ n ' t thei-e one thing can keep us from barm ? Tiie creek is between us , scarce thn-ty feet wide • It has reached the bank ! there it died . Tiiank Heaven ! the !iit!(! »i-.-ek kept us from harm , And in the h"re:iftei we ' li ciil it . The Charm . iiiTOLEIiaiiGE . * The stor;n is now gathering- . the darkness comes fast , ■ T will soon burst up')n us , the day can not last ; Then work , v; a-li iny brotliors with voice , press and pen , And sound 'loud the waniiiig again and again. The so-called nfoimiMs are calling for laws ; Oppression aho.vs which way tlie ^vind blows the straws ; *' A law with exemptions" ! exemptions won't stay, The -'ery nest congi-eps will vote them away . Dr>nt tiilk of intentions! . we know they ' re not good , I'i'S laws of intulerinco never have stood ; I'i-otection to .nil in their right , to believe Or not , as tb'^y c'joose , v/ill never deceive . 73 #frTHi"TW0llVES"r*[ Bright and exultant the day . When the two into life were ushered : Two paths Ptretched out in ih« distance , Ajid they were to choose betwpen them ; And thus did the Muses arlvise , Which one the childr.^n ^I'uild follow ; Differing as to the pleasure - That each wrndd have on his journey . The first one said : " I am heir of the world . I live in the highest circles ; O come and see I where my pleasures be . I am ever Mitlie and happv . T have naught !<'> do but eat ^nd drink , With wine I am always mf^rry ; My friends are lords and ladies . too ; I dwell iu the grandest palace : Amusements fine of the joUiest kind . I have each day in my parlor . Ambition swells to a giant in size . And a cot becomes a mansion ; The back\Yoods lad when once aroused . Becomes a noted cantain . And the ragged boy with but a dime . Can set his sfakf s for banking You must wear good clothes and be gay at heart, Though not a cent in your pocket . Ba reticent . ju^t enough for a show . For that is the going cdstom . You must go to suppei-s and drink red wine. And dine with the proud and lofty ; You must always do as others do , In order to be in fashion ; Walk with the gay and swell with an air , Of a dude or lord or jurist ; 74 InJulg-j in {^am-ia an 1 3piak of your fi'lends , As tlie champions in thoir circles . I ti'u loivl of ainbitioa in size and strenay for it in tlie •• by and by " , W'lien good titnes comes to the country . If I hang a !nan or two . I become A nole I and dreaded sherift" ; 'T s n.tt very pie.isant to shed man's blood, But you must if you be a soldier ; And i-emomber above all other things , That wealth is the most important . Dont you be a I'^ndei-- hearted fool , And checked by the tears of a woman , If you go to M ia tong"Uii and speak the truth , la actions independent ; Be kind to every one you see , Crave not th ' applause of dandies ; Choose friends tliat's gallant-bred and true, And with yoarself deal justly . Speak 11' t great words . but fair in speech . lij candid , lirave and sober ; Ks'ep out of debt foi- it briugeth woe , Aiiil changeth all the futui-e . Though evir so poo.- , l>e honest my boy , Aad people will trust you better ; ' Give to the poor , lend to the Lord , And weep with the broken-hearted . Tiiough you get not your dues , be patient ana i\~.^<^ .' I he widows and orphans ; [kind . Ani iu L,.ii.; .., ooiue , in the • by and by , ' Yo t ' 11 get your dues and the int ' rest . Smile at t!i3 rag?j"'id boys you meet , And the faces in the window ; ' T will lighten thf- cir.'S of the fatherless , And bring a smile to their faces ; Evini a smile in this IVienlless world , Is a mine of wealth and a treasure . Bj kind to the destitute ray boy , Card less for the ''Mighty Dollar ;' Helj> toss their cares on the passing breeze . To cai-ry away to the ocean — The dark , deep ' sea of forgo tfulness , ' They ' 11 think of thein not on the morrow . Be lionest ray boy v.'hatevei- you do , You can have the highest fetation , Of lionoi" and power , that nov/ exists , On island , land or wiitcr . A law and a rule I give to yon , The best that can be given ; 77 The Law •-of Love , the GoMen Rule , Will carry you through to heaven . " The two werd of equal positions , Had known each other in childhood , A.nd were it not for their muses , Had been each others companion . Their watchful and careful parents , Guided their little footsteps ; Not diflering- much from the other , In teaching and training the children . Some superstition however . Had found a way to their mothers ; And a year from the day of their births , The following test they gave them : A. Bible , a purse and a bottle , Were placed on the table before Ihera , And the first that the wee ones would touch Would guide their minds in the future . Many were standing there anxious . Awaiting results with impatience ; The babies would frown as if doubtful , Or smilingly chattered in gibberish , • Wondering what it betokened . Or if they dare handle a trinket . " Take one Bobbie " , said sister , Impatient to wait its decision ; But Bobby looked drolly at Willie , And quietly waited his choosing . Bobby looked thoughtful and grave . And Willie looked grave and thoughtful ; All hearts throbbing . and waiting The innocent choice of the hopefuls Bobby put one hand forward , But drew it back to his bosom ; And Willie chuckling in humor , Followed the move of his comrade , But took with him for a mouth-piece , One fateful trinket , the bottle The bottle was scarcely returned , When Bobby laid hold of the BiM.^ 7S Aa keepsakes the Bible and bottle , Were laid ia the mothera'-- bureaus : The one portending to g-lory , The oiher one uugLirinfJ: evil . The parents of Robert were hopeful , And carefully guarded his morals ; Of William , were doubtful and gloomy . Forebodings of evil within them ; Lacking decision and courage , To redeem and incite at all hazard . R'lbei't was placed in a college , For an ediication in business ; Not foi- a dude nor dandy , But to think and govern his actions . To think and act for himself , In a wise an^l genteel manner ; Carini,- but little for show or style , Mastering every thing useful ; Keeping the hand of the learnedly wise , Avoiding fools and their flattery ; Keeping his own heart loyal and true . Respecting his father and mother . Gone , from the dear old college , Witii his books and arts and titles ; To share in th*^ mighty bustle , Of tljc college (f life that ' s real . Del)ates and lectui-es had made him , Of eminent use to the country ; His logical essays and speeches , Improved the mind of the thinker . Uut why does he visit each week , In a dress suit the neat white cottage ? Tlieio must be some thing to charm him , Ant engage his youthful attention . T]..,!e. dwells the blue-eyed maiden, Wu'- plays on the organ and zither . Or when the sun is descending, Jri'its and sings in the arbor ; And wlien the moon is rising , Takes a walk with her lover . 7a And he feels a throb in his bo&om , The beat of a. lender emotion . Keenly his eye and his heart Is alive in hopinj^ tfi win her ; None is braver than Robert , And none moi-e pillant and manly . His wooing beg'an in friendship . Nor ended in youthful affection ; No long-er his yearnings could smother , So he laid his heart on the altar - It burned not alone for another burned with it , And so from the altar , ascended The incense of love . And swept by the wind were its odors . So they were wed , and the bells rang out , The marriage belles in the Autumn ; And the only slander e ' er spoken of them , Was said ei-e that briisht day ended ; For die as you must and you will be praised, But marry and slander will follow . But little cared they for slanderous tongues . For , they started in love and wisdom . • *' I ' m gluing to be a profiessor . " Said Wiliiam one day to his father ; " Very good my son " said the father , "I suppose a professional farm hi- . " '• Not very likely " said Williav.i . "I've got too much brain foi* a lai-mer ; I ' 11 be a doctor or lawyer , Or perhaps I ' 11 belong to the clergy , " So off he started for college . His pockets jingling with money ; But money can never supply , The lack in the upper story . ' Money is only a caller . Few are his visits and transient ; So use him but never abuse him , When he makes his welcome appearance . SI True , William could get a lesson , In half the time taken by others ; But brilliancy is not the standarii . That niikas onf^ of g-i-eater distinction . The \vo!-id moves steadily onward , And the sedulous ahvaya is winner . He , \v]io flies fast . ( hear my doctrine , ) Will get to the end . the sooner , But who /jfoes islnvve)- sees more , And gets inoi-e good of the journey . William worked well for awhile , Then fi-ll into disolute habits ; SonutimetJ he copied from others , A II J seldom was seen at chapel . Card pl.-iying , buflboning and billiards , BecauiB liis gi-eatest amusements . Kept on in his wileful wildness , Till at last ho was reprimanded ; Burning with rage at the insult , Complained to his artful companions . They advised him to send a retort , Assorting his rightful freedom . He a gentleman woithy of honor , And rebuked by a bookish ji wild b^ast pro-,viiug at night-fall . And beg for a drink ov grog , Or his clay pipe full of tobacco . Seldom a hand was offered , Seldom a kind word spoken ; Seldom a smile was given , Seldom a face seemed open . S3 Down at a rapid rate — l):)wn lifo'a iiill he is goingf ; A l:iu.l sliile J>res3ing his steps , 8.vift on the ivnid to destruction . Like the tourist over the mountain , When his snow-brake is suddenly broken And he tinda him.self rushing' along- , Adown tiie slope like a shadow , Catching- at th.s ami that briar. To save liiinself from destruction . So . SvJoiiig- an opportune moment , To a drover his services proffered . All went well toi- atvliile . And he miii-jii-.d the gi-ntlrtuian * s daughter. He married her for iier inmey , Sue maj-ried him for position ; Tbe.r disappointments were bitter , For each liad lied to the other . ( Tin i-e is a proverbial idea , Tijat a tiend e ' er marries an angel , Ail 1 a persoi) of crooked temper , UiiiuiJinffly mu-r'es a model ; The njat ohvays W' ia with a sloven , And tiie homeiy c.itc'i.es a beauty ; The g-o>>d falls in love with t^^e bad , And the wealthy chooses a beirg-ar . Those are not facts but liction , Hatched in the brain of a acribbler . * T is fh; lovely , that marries an ang-el . And tlij fiend , that marries the horrid ; • T is the sour , that weds the temper , \!ui the beauty . a perfect model ; TiK- siug-p:ard catches the slattern , And the ribald mates with the ugly . The elegant weds the re!inj I , And only the poor with tlia beggar ; The rie'j unites with the wealthy , The wanton with the deceiver . Each one chooses an equal , And gets hia dues in the outcome . And this rule in civilizauon , Varies witb only exceptions . ) In villainy , bitter and deep . Each were to the other disdainful ; Their love-songs waning^ to silence , Were superseded by hatred . But woman in na+ui-e , i.s tender , When man is frail and exhausted ; When friends turn into ti-aitors , Woman is truer and deai-er ; When man is weak and in trouble , Woman is stronger and brighter ; When bivother turns against brother . Woman is loving and faithful ; When howls the demon of darkness , Woman is good as an angel . Day after day she nursed him , When he laid low of a fever ; Day aftar day she grew kindlier , Day after day he rc-pented ; Till at last he from sickness recovered . And they vowed they would bur\' 'Vjntention Filled with a hope , ( t ' was delusion , He sailed away on the ocean , Unhelmed , without keel or ballast . Vainly he tried the wild billows Though fortune may favor an idler . He for the task is unfitted ; Must leave the steamship and the ocean Contented to ride on a frog- pond Out of his high sounding office , In with a third class lawyer ; Then from that office , instated , A clerk in the store of a merchant . Out of the warehouse was hurried The clerk . declared a defaulter ; And out of the country forever . The officer follov/ed the scoundrel In a far oft" land in the west , He passed for a granger merchant ; s:: 84 And before tliey opened their eyes . i'ai- , far away waa the stranger ; Wall iiioncy an 1 checks he was trusted. And quietly then he abeeonded . When he had lost that by gambling , ( For he was the most luckless gambler , ) He took up the role of an agent , With the name of attorney for patents . But "a lie will out" "by and by," And a liar will be remembered ; Ho at last in a desperate mood , Ke bo]-i"owed a cart and shovel , Fir thieving by exhumation , For a surgeons ' medical college . Said h '. to hid wif^; , "I cant dig , I lather would die of starvation ;" And the sheriff came down from the city , And arrested young William for forging . Then in the yellow moonlight , By the side of the noisy river , He h;id his trial by torch -light , And they marched him off to the prison . Dark was his cell and bolted , Loiuily and damj) and dreary . •' William , oh William I come home , " Coaxingiy came through the darkness . *• Three times now have you called me , Bat William will never re'turn . " Timi wore slowly away , An I William bi-oke jail with the others ; They scampei'ed away to the hills , And entered the den of the outlaws . He stole down to see his companion , Wiiea the wild eXJiJemm; subsided ; Avowing the past to redeem , Or die in regaining his honor . But he heard of the death of his wife . And courage died in his bosom . So he hiel himself back to the cave , And joined the band as a wrecker 83 At iirst he stole from the helpless , Then openly robbed tlie b.uiker ; Then wi'ecked and plundere*! the i-ailway , Then murdered the weeping- maiden . A.sk ye the whvls of hid mnrd'^rs ; The stars in the heavens curse him ; He spares not the youth noi- aged . He's seared as with iron his conscience . See there ! is your blood not frozen ? He drags from the house his cousin - There by the twinkling starlight , He drags her foi-tli on the greensward . Inhuman wretch ! would you murder That maiden . your beautiful cousin V Ah ! but he knows her not , Long years since they passed their childhood ; "Death! or with me to the mountains" . Said he with his dagger u})Iifted ; She resignedly looked in his face . And read her doom in his scowling . She breathed but a word of prayer , Commending her soul to heaven . When his knife struck de(?p in her bosom , And he left her alone and bleeding . When the sun arose in the morning , Where at midnight had i-eigned the terror , Had saw only the smoldering embers , Where had been the hemes of the happy . There had been the scythe of destruction , They were wasted , plundei-ed and butchered ; There on the green in the sunshine . Lay one in her sweetness and beauty ; Death had finished its work . As she bad finished her duty . Her tresses were covered with ooze , Silent the heart in her bosom ; Her cheeks were moistened with dew . And the peai-1 drops lay on her temples ; Strong was her heart to do right , Facing death in her duty ; 83 Quailing not at the frowns , Of this tiint-hearled , murderous demon . How dig iiei- a j^rave in the valley , And lay her to I'est in its bosom \ An I cover her carefully , sadly , With turf and mold , and in kindn«s8 Plant there some roses and lilies , As fair as the blossoms in Eden ; And leave her to rest in her sweetness . Till bhtt trumpet shall call aer to glory . Back to their den like the tiger , csltuiking at daylight approaching , Harried tais band uf assassins , I'd divide taoii- prizes and plunder . In all liiey agi-ssed very well , i.'iii they camj to tue golden locket , Which William claimed he had torn , t^rom tae neck of a dashing beauty . Ji.u his captain wa'ited the gold-case , AiiLi then ihey began to quarrel . Wh3u William lay soundly sleeping , Tad ieadcjr crept to his bedside ; And tuei-c; in the hush of the darkness . Piuagcd his knife in to the handle , Into the heart of his foeman , VVre^lving revenge on his comrade . Never a atar takes notice . Nigiitly iiucli aceaes ai'e enacted ; S^arecly a sound in the forest , Aas>vers the blood ia its gurgling ; (Scarcely the breezes of midnight , Answer3 the close of hia breathing . WhJa the sua was high in the heavens , From a rocky ledge of the mountain , They jestingly hurled him over , And returned to their windowless cabin . And the hungry beasts of the forest , Held a gkoul-wake over his body , 87 While the strong-ei- feasted , tl'.e weaker Could op.]y_ keap watcliing- in silence ; And when the next morning- rolled in , Tljere was not e'en a bone left 1o bury . From the top of the fir ti-ee , tlui I'aven Proclaiiwed his funeral oi-ation ; And the weeping- wind from the eouth-land , Was there as the only mournei' ; And the noj-tli wind chajitud his dirge , From his icy s-^at on the snow-hills . As they lei't him , so does the writer , Alone witii his sorrowfid story . Twelve rifles gleam in the air , Reilectiny tlie siin in his brightness ; Twelve I'ifles speak against wrong . And twelve speak hnidiy for justice . Twelve men ' fighting . a duty , They owe their hnm';s and their country ; They conquer and lescue two maidens , ' And sveep from that mounlain i''.e outlaws . Twelve men burn down the carun , And bury the dead on the hillside Twelve men march off in file , Glad they could render such service . Frightful and black and secluded , The name and fame of that mountain ; The wind and the creeping shadows , And the howling wolves of the forest , The owl ' s hoot and scream of the panther , Combine to make it more lonely . Here in the silence we leave it , Cursed and dishonored forever . How different the life of our Robert ! He settled down with his dower ; All that he got was a lady , Charmingly sweet aa the Houris . Their farm and garden , well tended , Brought them a bountiful harvest ; «8 And they lived like our fore-parenta Did in tlie Garden of Eden . On the day of elaclioa our Robert , Was made the jud^-e of the village : To offices higher a,ad higlie;* , He arose iu rapid successioa — To the house , then the sendee , and then He accepts a chair iu i.ue college . As ke turus fivm the uuiis of cont«ution , To bury himbelf iu the classics , jitlemories , pit^asaat and soothiug , i'empers political warfare . Lucifer ' s Fable . Robert , the aiau of wisdom , The orator , Wi'iter , and scholar , V?a8 asked by the Ckief of the Nation , To accept a cabinet office . Aui the next who went to the White-Hoase , Was Kooert , tne choice of the people . Thon congroas , assembled , declared : •■Our law, is Tue Law of Jehovah. Wow cornea the Milloiiium Era , VViiu viod ia our great coaatitiition . 'Now beat your Si>ear3 into scythes. And beat your swords into plow-shared . ' No more shall be blood-shed , and n>iver ^u^il nation war agaiast naaon . We dwell ' neath our arbors and tigtreea , And Peace is inseribed on our banui.-s . " •• Let the women hold offit:e and vote ut tae p )ll3 , And out of the country inteiuperance rolls . This lie oa our naiioa ' s been ha.uging for years , Though eioijuent wives have Oo.^n pleading through We purchan . The generous rich , the beggars have fed , And none but cripples are beggars ; Welcome are they where-ever they go , For Charity ' s door stands open . Ho cheating nor debts , no swearing is heard . No shadow of libel nor slander ; Bat love is the mainspring of acti;rir.y , riots ioci"^i;,3ing ; Lan Isiides and ocean disasters ; Eirth-jiiakes and fainines m ire f!-Ji.[aant , All earth in a u-i^-htful ommotKii. Pall Mail 'orizetleers probe the ulcer ; ^Are theie ten saints in Pa,ris or London ? High pimps of New York and Chicago . Hu,ve plotted fir •• bijanty and booty ."* O Mre- deluged city of Sodom ! Now rise up iu ju Igmeiit against them ; And Goinorrlia condema them to ashes , For the soul-miney baaked in perdition. Vice an I c n-i-uption is teeming . Unblushingiy , boldly in churches ; And the hearts of just men have fainted , And their tears flow in torrents like rivers; * Tilly ' 8 Hatlle Oiy at the oatlle of Ulagdejurg , and also PaekeiiUam ' « at Ne.y Orleans . Ami ten thousand sages are needed , To weep lor the sins of tbe people : * And ten times as rnr.ny are wanted , To pi-each the religion of Jesus . Satan ' s not dead nor a-sleeping- ; The lion still lurks in the jung-le ; And nothing but God and the ang-els , Can keep the fow faithful from falling . We ean only l>e glad , when at sunset . We enter the long dreamless shadows , And then go when death ' s bands are broken , And taki our Millenium in heaven . 'J 3 # THi eaSKER AND i JRE OUT W/ Well wife , I'm in a (piandary ! And I'll tell you what it's about : ( My clothes are old and ragged . And you know I have the gout ; ) But I ' ve worked like an ox my eon , Clearing the f:irm about ; Bat another man -vill take it now , And the banker and I are out . You see , when Sumpter was fired on , I said "I'll do what I can ;" >So I shouldered my gun and marched away , For I was a Lincoln man . I stood by "the goverment" all those years , Though we had a many a rout ; But "the goverment ' s " on the raid now, And the banker and I are out . I climbed *' Lookout '' and " marched to the eea , " And I did it with a will ; And then come home to the babes and you , Tlie little farm to till . And while I could work we got along , Now I ' m old and have the goiit ; *See Heraclitns , & Joel 3 - 17 . Ani the biitike;- owuk the Ha\vthoi-n farm , Ana tiio baiikci" u,.;U. I iirc out . N'lvv Joiiu was always a steady boy , iiat ne wantOvl lo try Uie vVcst ; So at niriileeu 1 told buu lo t^'o , VVluu-e ae thoug-ht he cuuid ilo tbe best (For Jauj aud Toaiiny vvero then at home. And I thou^ut tiiey would i-emain ; ) ho Le wunt ou and tile next we heard , The indiauj uad captured the traiu . Then Jane was inarried to miner Jake , And iney live in Idaho ; And i'o.uiay , yim aid 1 were left , A. id tiie worli. wont hard and slow . Tnen he ijuk sieiv and for nine Ion' weeks , He worried the fever thnmg-h ; And the banker often visited us , And loaned me money , too . But he was taken worse than before , And the doctor was called again • And then set in a siege of storms , Ar:d ram caau after rain . ' T was all we c juld do to wait oa him , lie didn't liva quite a week; I felt I'elieved when a^i was gone , For he was too lo^v to speak . So , I was left alone to i.end im fai'm , i was quite worn out you kn.»,v ; And the wheat and oats were Si)oiled in the And the hay waa bound to go . [ shock And the doctor ' s bill was very high - All these brought the mortgage about ; So now we ' ve got to leave the place , And the banker and I are out . So I borrowed money at "Giabber's Bank,' There was nothing else I could do ; Gave ivventy pjr cent or a little more , And a cut-throat mortgage too , Well ! I did n ' t figure so vei-y tine , And I had to brook the llout ; Bat he's legally taken away oar home , And the banker and I are out . 95 This legal robbing I do n ' t see through : There are just three roads to weal ; By work , by gift , and the third yon see , By theft or a lega,l steal . Through which of tlu-se our farm has gone , I ' H! sure it's not h;!i-d to see ; And my banker friend since I ' m broken up . Cares not a penny for me . He does n ' t bow when he meets me now , But he used to stop and talk For an hour or more , and I get so mad . I could sbimp him through tiie walk . And my brother Joe has written to m« , That a banker loaned him a sura ; And compound interest ate him up . So he ' s had to lose his home . When we have money we ' ye splendid times , But the bankei'S call it in ; And then we must scrimp from hand to mouth And the shirt is as tight as the skin . Blear-eyed poverty ! gaunt and weak ; But the " sliylocks " are fat and stout. These Nalional Banks are a goverment curse And the banker and I are out . So we ' 11 give the dear old home goodby , We have done th-? best we could ; We'll pack our trunks and go down the lane And trust the balance with God . And the banKer twinkled his business eye , Scorning the "ignorant lout". As he chuckled in humor to himself , " Hawthoi'n and I are out . " O how fast time flies ! like a bird on the wing ! Just a word we can speak , just a eong we can sing ; From a babe to old age like a swift rolling wave , " Man passes from life to tiis rest in the grave . " 96 Sq^ THE MOOK QaNGRES S .^1^ Come all ye youny gents and ye ladies so lair , Let me sh'.g you a song . The Congi-essional Air ; Perhaps you will smile when you hear of its name , But you ' 11 shout when you hear of its fame . Choi'us . Then cheer for the congress , the new fashioned congress , The congress that met in the winter tvvilight ; The congress , tiie congress , the patriots ' congress , The congress that met to do business aright . There are gentlemen here from all parts of tlie country , And ladies with blushes jiist hid from our sight ; With the nerve of a hero , tlie wheel at their shoulders , Will steer the old vessel with might . The House is embellished with many fair ladies . JSoiua live in the East and some hail from the West ; They will cany things on to the choice of their notions, For the gentlemen will not jirotest . And they in the dignified hall called the Senate , Will s-^'ay tlie stj-ong minds by intuitive charms ; Not a duelist there will dare challenge another, For a lady is sergeant at ai-ms . They will bring in a statute prohibiting whisky , Aud bombard the rum shops in open daylight ; They will clean out the mormons in less than a jiffy , Because they will say '-It is right." They ' II frighten the bankers and scare the bondholdera , And lighten our taxes by fully one half; ** \Vhy ! gentlemen this is the way to do business , " T!ie ladies will say with a laugh . This proi,'!e.ssive Union has welcomed the ladies , And cast foul Injustice o ' ei'-board to his fate ; Like true men and women we'll labor together, And cherish the old Ship of State . 97 There ' s a mystery in love , But I can not tell you why ; It is deeper than the sea , And bro.idf^r than the sky . I played the softest air . My voice a g'^ntle ti-ill - ' T was years and years ago : ** Her brij^ht eye.s haunt ine still . " I pressed her to my heart , The joy to m*^ was bliss ; ' T was love and love alone , I urave her one more kiss . Wo Tiavf"d : and she lives I't th'» mins'on on the hill ; And she )"ft, me to my fate : '• Il'^r h-i«x!it eves haunt me still . " I ' ve sailed arvoss the sea . To m.iny a foj-eip-n l.ind ; I've rode the mountain wjivcs , And jrrated on the sand . I've heard the junprles roar. And ray blood was nlmo.-^t chill ; I ' ve seen the )is:htnin£ir3 j'^lare : '* Her briffht eyes haunt me still . " I ' ye h'^nrd the canons boom . And the trumpet ' s awful sound ; I saw the prand wild charg'e , On the bloody battle g'round . But amid the smoke and g"loom , There came to me a thrill , A remembrance of the past : " Her brisrht eyes haunt me still . " I ' ve laid me down to rest , Where g-roves wei-'^ i^reen and fair ; The sunbeams throufrh the heaves , Seemed frlancini^ through her hair. I've hear the wind-harp sweet. Ami the murmur of the rill , But my heai-t was tai- away : •' Her bright eyes haunt me still . " 9S O 1 the hnrrioane may roar , Am J ti)^ waters swish an.l siirtfe ; And .storms m ly s^veep t!n «nn'th , Or the ze{>hyr.s chmit a rWrgii . But anii'S hsiunt ma still . " I've wishfil I C'lulil firffc't. The pain her 'n-es have cost ; My hopes ai*e in the dust , For I have •• loved and lost." My sun is sinking" low , Behind the western hill : And m / heart is beating' slow , But her brig^ht eyes haunt me still . GHJILSIE GSZELLE .» Cujfid . thine arrow was well aimed and true , Ar, we sped o ' er the lake in her birch tree canoe ; As merry of heart and as fleet as the roe , Is this Beauty that lives near tiie mountains of snow. Her grace is perfection . a Venus in form . Woom , eivilized fashions can never deform ; Aiirora's sweet face and a siren in song. Deal- Chalsie Gazelle I would ne'er do thee wrong . I met thee at eve when I came fi-om the chase , In which I had mingled with thy dusky race ; Thy wa;i-iors with hatchets and spears slew a bear , That grappl-^d mo d>wn when I pressed to his lair . Thy ftither, the chieftain, the bi-ave Thunder Cloud, Was iirst to my rescue and Iwi oa the crowd ; An' I as we returned and encamped by a lea , I lassoed this I'awn and will give it to ihee . I gallantly woo thee with sympathy kind ; Romantic , I feel on thy bosom reclined ; "Who wouldst thou have been in an exalted birth ? A star in high circles , renowned upon earth . j.'hy beauty has captured and ravished my heart, F.T "toer attractions I can not depart ; For , of this I am certain : thou lovest me well , My beautiful fawn-eyed Chalsie Gazelle . 60 There ' a a tear in my ovg'an of vision , Tiiere ' 8 soitow 'way down in my heart ; But perhaps it will lig-hten tomorrow , When the olonds from my mem'ry depart . The trees that were robed in rich greenness , And the flowers that bloomed by the way , Have been changed by the fi-osts of October , To a lifeless and colorless gray . I have Rat in the bowers in the morning , I have 8trol!e(i through the meadows at noon ; I have climbed o ' er the hills and the valleys , By the light of the sweet silv ' ry moon . And the flowers were blooming all 'round me , They made me feel happy and gay ; But the cold chilly winds of October . Have stole my companions away . The leaves on the trees hava turned yellow , The woodlands look dreary and sad ; And the mournful wimls of the Autumn , Tend to make me feel lonely and bad . There ' s a haze hanging ' round the horizon , With clouds the blue sky is o ' er-cast ; And the cold chilly winds of October , Have killed my companions at last . So often I feel a lone sickness , When I hear the cold northern blast ; And I weep while in sadness I ponder , O ' er the present . the future and past . The frosts and the winds and the snowstorma , Are coming o ' er forest and lea ; And they make rae feel sad while I'm thinking . How they stole my companions from me . Perhaps I shall die in the winter . Ere the bloom of the s%veet summer flowers ; And they'll make me a grave in the wondland , Not far from the evergreen bowers . But in heaven I can not remember , (For in heaven no sorrow shall be;) How the cold chilly winds of October , Stole my flowers , my companions from me 100 THE G^A^R. CASfP. Well ! old comrades have we met in the ai-my camp once nior* t How the letters, (i . A. R. thrill my soul I For they take me back again to the time we went to war ; Now attention ! while I call the roll . Not a sound was heard while the moments flew away . But I could not call a name and turned around - For 1 thought of those who fell on the southern battle tieldfl Who are sleeping in the cold damp ground . Then the drums began to be.-it and we dashed away the tears , And our heirts grew glad and gay in the march ; And we circled ' round the camp and we halted by the flag , Where our sisters had made a flowery arch . And the prayer was eloquent , the oration thrilling . grand ; And we tossed our caps and gave a mighty cheer ; But that good old faded Hag torn by rebel shot and shell , Was more gran^ and eloquent and dear . Now we ' re sitting by the camp-fires telling tales of army life . While the stars are peeping at us through the sky; How we chased the boys in gray and they scooped us in return . When they stole a march upon the sly . How the canons boomed and shells went screaming by , And the whislling bullets fell like leaden hail ; And the sabers met and clashed when the bugles gave the And but few are left to tell the tale . [charge , Yes . our picket work is done and our standing guard at nig^bt , And the canons only fire a salute ; For the sword is in its sheath and we hear no war ' s alarms . But we hear the mei-ry fife and flute . Now we are growing- old and passing one by one , And we hear the funeral bell so softly toll ; Will we meet each other boys on the other side of death , When the Loi-d of Hosts shall call the roll '( BE REyaiUTios ; f ^ The king of old England was not very wise , Or he would have been better to iis ; The "Stamp Act" and ••Tea Ta,s '* he should have And not made so much of a fuss . [omitted , 101 But when he g'ot angry and ficw in a n-ge , He was an uni-eafconable tbol ; And he lot loooe his temper and reason h« t;,;;rn(!d , And he would not keep the Golden ilule . An army was mustered and many hard battles Were fought ere he bellowed •* enough ; " In all of hi3 wars never tackled a Yankee , Nor knew they were luatle of sjch stuff . They fought liks^ brave h' roes and conciuered the foe, And gained for themselves a free land ; When they beat him and scouted and roaterl his '• Yankee D.)nd!e '' was played by the band [iroops , A president then tliey elected to i-nle . And the first was the great Washington ; And twenly three others have made up the record , But how many more are t^> co,n^ ? And three times our counti-y"s been ravaged by war , And the in(li;>ns are fighting foj- aye ; But the nations respect us our {lag grows anon . Anl : And what t ' will bt- a few y(»;iis hence , The V, litest man don " t know . Et^ery thing- was old fashion'^l then . And the world went smooth and slow ; But it seema wft ' vrt jumped on nnothei" world , For it ' tj rattle and bang- we gri . The oH lofiT hoiipp of years asro , With plain hewfd puncheon floors , Had windows deep nod f^'ljii) hoard roof , A lid heavy bolted Hoors . In the 'tiiM'-plnc"^ bnilt <^>:.t of (-(one , 1'1'e tii'e ]oar"d and flash f'd t And from the choppers stmdy sirokea , The fiu-ests fell and crashed . But stylish mansions took tli«'ir place , "With arches . cui-ves and fret : , And many a man went to the wall , A tuesling' with the debt . The children played leapfrosj . seesaw And hide and seek in the hny : Or swept through the air on grapevine swings Or played ••march. marr.-h away." And cornstalk tiddl»s . bows and df>ll8 , As they have now ; and I ' m told : That children ' s fun is always new , Old people ' 8 fun grows old . Grandfather rode his saddle-horse , Three hundred miles away : That was the fastest way to go , In his and Jackson's day. But now the trains ! electi-ic cars ! Tliey almost take your breath ; Those iron horses diish each year, A thousand men to death . 103 How long' it tooli to plant their flcMs , Wilii pi'v.v , I'alieV fcpi le a'li h>>j ! One lUin I jr a tools, 'Itj-iu tea did yeais ago . Th«y cradled grain and nio.ved tlieir hay , ' T w 18 hackacie work tu-se times; Machinery now does all the work , We sit mil hold the linen . Thoy 8liucked their c^-n wUh wooden p*ga Their lirig-esj! g- >t so SH-e I Now :2;')ti fiiig-ers doe3 the work , Alii it ' 3 a little chore. And thfiir post officie . store and mill - Tljfcy w^^re snt.'!i 8inall affa^irs ; And on th<»ir way they often saw , Deer , panthei-s . wolves and bears . But oil ther'j ' s such a mighty change I The mill ' s almost a lower ; Takes -ninety chang^es in St. Paul, To tui-u the wneat to dour . Bin Fi-aukiin sent the U. 8 mail , Ejch week Ui s'i^diunglon ; The porit put ail in ssa I i.e-bajd , Xo.f tu.',y ' d be ovorru.i . A. id th.jij" old lajnpa , what aor/y things ! A tire'Jy in ii;7-o ; ^QUid tiiL'y but see oleciric iamps , ria;;y ' d ataro with wondering' fyes . In old Dutch oven:ill!ey J) iked their bread ; ■ We think it very strange : They ' d say , ** it takes a scientist , Ts* Ui;i a motiern range . " Grandfather , sail when riiapers camo , Ha ,vas too dazed to jiee ; ** Mi'^hirie!"y thiti , niaciraiery that, it ' s all machinerje . " " To'j Hiwe machines V 1-4 sakes alive I" . I fi-3.u(l mother said , *' ' t wa' n't so ; " She ' d aeiumed and stitched fo;- sixty years , .' And ' machinery could n ' t sew . 107 Grandmother rode a hundred miles , Aiid went on horseback too ; To see her sister and some friends , Their acquaintance to i-enew . But when the telej'hone came ' round , By which lier sister spoke . She laiijs^hed , " some fool knows Betsy ' b voice , And thinks he'll play a joke." •Old couple, try this phonograph; And you ' 11 hear if you do , Old Hickory ' s fight at New Orleans , Or the battle of Waterloo . " Surprised . they heard nnd then they spoke : '"Of all the things we've met - The thousand wrtnders of this age , That caps the climax yet . " Progrefsicm spins the world along ; Its ci-eatures almost iiy - On wheels and cars , and in balloons We navigate the sky . Electric age , pathology . Almost I'cstores the dead ; The torn venti-icles restitched . Through veins the man is fed . Bones are removed or spliced from kino ; Calf's blood dilates the veins ; •'Patch broken skulls" back-woodsmen say •'And make a man new brains . They take the stomach out entire , Brake down the cataract ; ' Lectricity compels for hours , The dead to live and act . Aud education ' s million books , Fainting and music too , Astronomy and ologies , The world ' s gone wild for you . Alluminum amazes us , A Klondike in renown ; Can make of it ' most any thing , A breastpin , bridge , or town . 108 Tunnels and ships and business plants A tenth I have not given ; The wonders of this bustling' age , Are many more than seven . \Ve. ' ve caught the rustling spirit too , As the tide of men rolls liy ; We ' ve hardly time to boi-n now , Nor hardly time to die . I ji eTKE CRITIC . # 1 stood in a taxidermist * s shop. And calmly sui-veyed his work , When a critic with long wise face came in . Looking as staid as a Turk . "What think you of this, my latest job?" And the critic expressed a scowl ; "Poor, unnatui-al . and-" "Shoo there!" And away went the little owl . A man sat playing Beethoven ' s march ; "111 done"' said a critical elf ; All the rf^f-t wej-e entranced at what they heard , For Jieeihoven played, himself. An orator spoke to a spell-bound crowd ; "Could yoii hear Daniel Webster, I say. This mn.n would seem poor ; " ho critic ! for h« Was the oratoi- here this day . When the masons were building old Cheops tall • The oitic went up to see ; " Those masons are coblers , the mortar is bad . It never will stand , " said he . Orations and books . inventions and art , This gantlet Tnust run through and through Should critics get in to the beautiful world . They ' d criticise Paradise too . Now remember this , critic , and keep it in mind ; Don't lay it away on the shelf ; Nine tenths of the critics you meet with today . Will criticis3 Nature , itself . Y PLA' Sii 108 Lady play softly and sweetly for me , Softly for ine , yes sweetly for mo ; While in my fancy I dreamily see , Apollo ' s enchantress in pei-son of thee . Now in my musings I gaze on tliy face , (Smiling and hap]>y , no sorrow I ti'ace : Lady play softly and sweetly for me , Softly for me , yes sweetly for me . Wholly entranced in thy music so sweet , Music so sweet , thy music so sweet : Echoes of harmony grand and complete , Gran'l nnd complete , yes gi'and and complete . Thrumming lik« Orpheus the lyre for me , Singing like sii-ens down under the sea : Lady play softly nnd sweetly for me . Softly for me . yes sweetly fiu* me . Eloquent chords are the music for ine , Music for me , the music for me ; And then I seem floating o* er mountain and sea. Mountain and sea , o'er mountain and sea . On mupica.1 wings I go sailing along . To th' comj)'ny of choii'S to which I belong . To where there is nothing but music and song , Music and song , but music and song . O that such ecstasy ever should last ! Ever should last , forever should last ; Then would my sorrow be over and past , Over and past , be over and past . Magical raptures steal over my soul . Wheu waves of thy music around me doth roll : Lady play softly and sweetly for me , Softly for me , yes sweetly for me . <^ m CAMPING OUT. The old clock ticks on its homely shelf , Ami the crickets ai-e playing- a tune ; 'i'he death-watch ticks in the bass-wood log , And I hear a distant bassoon . There's a hum and a buzz outside the screen , And I hear the fi-og-s at the rill , And the tii-eflies dance by the moss-grown chink . And the wolf barks away on the hill . There's a whip-pooi'-will on tlie old cave roof , And the night-hawk booms overhead , And the hoot of the owl in the scraggy oak . Sounds forth like a cry of dread . There's a pause . as deep as the sleep of death : For even the silence is still ; And the forest noise of a moment since , Has hushed as a single will . I received the message you wrote to me , All warm from your loving pen ; 1 read it and then re-read it too , Then read it over again . Yes , I'm lonely my dear for Gi-acie and you , ' Though busy as busy can be ; But much is my sadness and few are my smiles . Aa long as you're absent from me . Tonight may the stars softly beam on the tent . Where slumbei'S my darling and thee ; Remember me dear in your evening prayer , And then kiss the baby for me . O I if aught should befall you ami wee curly hair . No smile would enliven my face ; How quick would all brightness be changed into How sadlj' I'd finish my race ! [gloom I But when you return to our dwelling again , "There'll be joy in the morning" for me ; Music and (lancing and feasting once more , When you are companion with me . HI O ! once I was shif'ul for natiin had bound me , Arifi clown to perdition was di-agg-ing my soul ; And 1 was too helpless to break off" the letters , And clouds of desjiaiv o ' er me rolled . But Christ , the Redeemer in all of his holiness , Spoke ill the dejith of his soul . And broke off the fettejs and gave me my freedom . And then he spoke peace to uiy soul . Chorus . what has he done for my troubled soul ? what has he done for my soul V come and see that the Lord is ^ood , And see what he's done for my soul . So noyr I can praise him for all of his goodness , As through his green pastures we lovingly stroll ; And I am so happy for he ' s my companion , And carefully guardeth my soul . And when the wild whirlwind and tempest is raginff And darkness around me shall roll , 1 Ml' look uj> to heaven and breathe his name softly, And ,he will speak peace to my soul . This beautiful story I ' 11 tell to the sinner . How Jesus can pardon and make the heart whole ; Then lost in his love with the seal of his kingdom , He ' II strengthen and polish your soul . You ' 11 stand in the l)attle and wait for the Savior , When heaven rolls back as a scroll , And Jesus will come in the grandeur of glory , And he will speak peace to your soul . Go , herald the tiilings that Jesus is v/aiting , To welcome the wanderer home to the fold ; Tell skeptics and heathens and v/oridly pj-ofessors , That heaven ' s more precious than gold . When thousands shall call to the rocks and the mountains When billows of fire shall roll ; Then Jesus, the Savior will be your protector, And he will speak peace to your soul . Jia Silently the shailows were falling- aci-oss the plains , When a mother's singing' in sad and soft refrains, Came across the g-.irilen and fell uijon my ears ; O ! it was so touehintj . my eyes were tilled with tears . Choi'us . "Jamie's on the ocean a-sailinjc o'er the sea, Whilo I'm iiei-e in prison awaiting- to l>e free." Sadness tilled my bosom , my soul vvivh g-rief was stirred , Deeper tones of soi row I never, never iieard ; Sad as any story of shipwi-eck on the sea , Came those words of s<;)i-row , that mother sang for me . "Jamie's on the ocean a sailing o'er the sea. While I'm here in prison a- waiting to be free." She was wildly raving aiivd they locked her in a cell ; ' T was an act of kindness as any one will tell ; But looking Ibiough the window or pacing to and fro , Silt kept sadly singing in Dolce Sfortzando . "j.iiiiie's on the ocean a-sailing o'er the sea, Whde I ' m here in prison a-waiting to be free . " Wheji Jamie reached the harbor he bent his steps towards All was still and empty for mother dear was gone ; [home Mother ' s song is ended , she sleeps the vears away , But chanted oft this chorus unto her dying day . "Jamie's on the ocean a-sailing o'er the sea, While I ' m here in prison a-waiting to be free . " 113 O ! I Inng to l:.ehol(l you again , lovo , Wheii just as my bride you were dressed ; Yihen yon fondly bent o ' er me and kissed me , And pillowed iny head on yonr breast . O I it i)ringB back the blood to my heart , love , ' T was the happiest day of my life . When you called me your husband forever , And forever you should be my wife . But now I'm so lonely, forsaken, A wanderer sad and alone ; And the skies once as bright as an emblem , Now look cold and as dull as a stone . ! my life runs away like a stream . love , As I dream of the sweet loner ago ; For my star has gone down in the darkness , And my music grows Faddei* and slow . Tf the angels should come now and whisper. And say *' Child . your work all is done ; Fo!'^- your arms and lie down to your slumber , Till the Father shall call you to come . " O ! how welcome the summons would be love , For with out you this world lias no charm ; Glad to rest ' neath the clods of the valley , There's no discord, no ti-ouble nor harm. I sat on the porch at noontime , As the sun rolled through the skies , < v.-\ thought of the past and present , And tears came into my eyes . I thought of Ambition ' s morning , When I hoped to do some good , In the wide , wide world to its creaturea- And I fitilJ wish that I could : 114 But my wings are lopped and useless , My fire is smoldering' low ; My bi-ain once hot and restless , Moves cautiously and slow . I thought of the farm on the prairie , When father and I were young ; And then of the singing schools I taugbi And the many songs we sung ; Of the busy days in the school-room , The lectures and temperance songs , And how often I stood in the pulpit , And preached to listening throngs . I labored for those around me , Hoping some good to do ; Laid by like a useless ancient book , On this side of forty , too . Father , I do not understand , Why I ' ve run my race so soon ; "While others grow old in usefulness , I scarcely have reached my noon . Let me put my trembling hand in yours Now , lead me on my way ; Perhaps in heaven ' t will be made plain When the niifht turns into day . I ' m watching and waiting for something to do , And willing to labor for souls any-v/here ; O ! give ine thy spirit dear Savior to go , Through trials and conflicts thy message to bear . O ! give to me courage and strength from above . And wisdom and zeal . and O keep me from sin ! That I may go forth with thine armor of love , To herald abroad what my soul has within . I ' m tired of seeking for joy in this life , Where vanity boasts and where sellishness reigns With Jesus is peace and with out him is strife ; One look at his goodness and woridliness wanes . 115 Yes , Father I long for a happier place , And nothing I covet but Heaven and Thee ; My hope is made strong by the light of thy face , For God and the angels are coming foj' me . While waiting , we labor the homeless to save , Whom , Jesus on Calvary died to redeem ; We sing of his triumph o ' er death and the grave , And di'ink from the fount of the life-giving stream , All earth now enlightened with glory and truth . Will soon see the ten-ible wrath of the Lord : But we will be safe in the house-hold of faith , And mansions of glory will be our reward . Sad is the change as the years go by , Like a muffled bell ' s slow tolling ; Has pleasure and peace forevi^r gone , Like the ages onward rolling V There was a time , yes a happy time ; Ah ! it sets her blue eyes streaming ; When he was kijid and in lo%'e she laid , Her head on his bosom dreaming . But she kissed a friend . and in jealous rage , He struck and swore like a sailor ; [thing, Her lips , how they quivered ! poor fi-ightened But he ' s now in the hands of the jailer. His heai't is ice , but his tongue is a fire , And her love is fast receding ; Think of it , bitter and cruel man ! How her heart is crushed and bleeding . Jealousy, "green-eyed monster" away! Hateful in name and feature ; Cruel as death and the grave you are , And satan ' s infernal preacher . Cheer up dear ladj' . he ' s gone for aye , Your remembrance tlows like a rivef ; But jealousy will in the lake of tire , Be annihilated forever . lie THE MESSENGER. Sometimes I walk down the bustling street With a soft slow traad ' mid the throng I meet But they pass me by , or they thrust rae away , For they have no time for a sermon today . But by and by when the end shall come , They must fold their hands when their work is d 'ne: Death will close the door and then drop the blinu , And their ti-easures of wealth will be left behind So , I hie me away , for in solitude I meet no rebuffs nor hear vt)ices rude ; And I think , how over that city of men , The Savior sorrowed and vv'ept again . Ho-.v anxious I feel but it does no good ; And I stand in the place where the Savior stood , Longing to rescue some precious soul , Ere the wrath of God down the sKies shall roll . :P'T3se3;3iugBaY.«M ' t is a solemn thought ! We ' re hast ' ning to the close , Of all tliat mortal life does include , Labors and joys and woes . ' t is a joyful thought I That we are near the e id ; And soon that day will come that will bring Our Savior and our Fi-ieud » Help us each day to live , As though it were our Last ; That v/ i each hour may live sanctilied . And be saved when this life is past . 117 yad and pensive I walk the floor , Pondering- deeply within my miud , How to decide ; I lock the door , And then raise the window and close the blind . Gentle as ever this dark world knew , True as the Bun in his daily round . Pnre as frost- flakes that ever flew . Through the argent skies to the icy ground . Pageant enough for a paladin ' s fight , Yet modest and sunny , her lovely face ; Charming and beautiful . all just right ; Then what is lacking ? please your grace . The blo,-)d rushes back upon ray heart . As I think of the wide , wide gap between ; I in the rough . how it makes me smart ! She in her faultless and flowery mien . Was born a lady of queenly type . Her fam'ly is all of the upper moid ; While I grew up in the wild rough West , Rambling around in search of gold . Her bi-other and I were loyal friends , Although his path lay above my plane ; Shall we separate ? how my bosom rende ! But my infinite loss will be her gain . Could she be satisfied with my love ? Nothing but poverty , else , have I ; Reared in a treasure-house like a dove , She would regret in the "by and by," Her choice in leaving a bountiful home , For one so scanty as mine would-be , And over the world like a beggar to roam , Phantasmal tears would follow me . No , better to part ; ' though well I know , Her equal I never shall meet again ; I ' !! choose one equal with ma I trow . She ' 11 do the same and be happy then . Ah ! it racks my brain till I ' m almost wild , For we both may fail in another ' s lovs ; But I ' II brave my fate with a face beguiled , But will love you Annie in heaven above . IM WEARY CF L!F£. Since fathei- and mother have both g"one away , I'm weary of life and I dont want to stay ; They'i-e sleeping under the sod . I tl)OLig-ht the future no sorrow would bring , And lovM'd to make the^ welkin ring , But now I'm so sad that I can not sing : Their spii-ita iiave gone to God . O why do you mourn for them so my child? And why is your soitow so loud and wild ? And is thei-e no hope for the lost 'i Or is it because they were false and untrue? Or is it V;ecause they cai-ed nothing for youV And are you alone and your friends but few? Your locks are all covered with frost . no ; They were gentle anri loving to me , And tliat is the reason I love them you see ; 'i'ogether they wrought and gi-ew old . O'er life's stoi-iny waves they rode and were true , And both fell asleep with Canaan in view : These (lowers I've brought on their graves to strew, Although they aj-« still and cold . Theii- sleep in the Lord will be short , and then Jehovah will call them to action again ; But not in a sin cursed land . If they have l)een faithful and kept his word , ( Although tjjey were mortal and sometimes erred, ) Their iij|ai-ts will be glad and tlieir souls will be By the harps in angelic hands . [stirred , Then son-ow and grief will be known no more ; And we shall lejoice on that heavenly shore ; Father and mother and me . All who are saved in the land of th' blest , [west . Shall come from the sea , from t!i.i east and the And together shall dwell in the Kingdom of Rest , An 1 •• The iiing iu his Bjauty shall see . " 119 Sah'ation ' s gates are open wide , ! haste to enter in ; "The Spirit and the Bride say, 'Come," And wash away thy sin . ' " They're coming- home , they're coming home , Behold them coming home . " Whoever hears the joyful news , Piochiim it down the line ; And 'rouse the sinner from his sleep , In this accepted time . They ' re trav'ling home , Ih^y ' re trav'ling home , They ' re hast'ning to thyir home . Soon all the saved will be at rest , The wicked doomed to fate ; Unletts you speed in haste your flight . Your cry will be , *' Too late . " We ' re all at home , yes all at home , We all are gathered heme . THE SCULPTORrn ^ I watched the sculptor day by day , With the chisel in his hand , Cutting the letters plain and deep , On the monuments , eo grar.d . This marble came fvoni The Granite State ; Octagon in its form; ' T will marR the gi-ave of a noble man , Who fell in a leaden storm : For he was the leader in the charge , And the stars .ind sti-ipes he bore , Where the shot and shell fell thick as hail , /kmid the cannon ' s roar . 130 The miser has a costly shaft , The tramp a wooden slab ; The first is Honoi'able F. Clark , The second just called Rab . The rich and poor , the good and bad Inscribed with lovely verse ; Their friends out-did all common sense In caskets , clothes and hearse . This cenotaph is reared for one , Who fell upon the plain; But when and how he lost his life , A mystery must remain . There is a monument I crave , It is the best of all ; I ' 11 raise it in the hearts of men , And then ' t will never fall . The Stars like taffy , indeed they do , And if you deny it I ' 11 prove it , loo : For . they met litire at college last Friday night , And the collegre g'ate they wound lock-tight , With taffy . The key-hole received its ample share , They daubed the side of the college stair , And over the hat-hooka for me and you , They 3m3arad at least a pound or two , Of taffy . Some said : "As sure as fate I ' 11 swear , If it gets on my clothes or in my hair ; " But we escaped by a sharp lookout , For even the door was dabbled about , With taffy . On the cliaple organ's cari:)et treadle , They tried to sketch a taffy fiddle ; And then on the black-board they wrote in white, "A tafly-puUing last Friday night, Of taffy . " 121 But janitor Howie's spunk ran high ; Said he , " do you think a fool am I ? The Stars will have to clean that muso . Or else quite likely there '11 be a fuss , Alwut the taffy . " And BO while chapel was going on , A dozen Stars or more was gone - With brooms and water , such a clatter ! A-sloshin , swishin went the latter , On that taffy . When the task was done with a long straight face , They marched into chapel with charming grace , A.nd tried to look soV)er; but then from their winking, I know in their minds they kept constantly thinking. Confound the taffy . I had a gaiden . very fine , » A vineyard full of fruiting vines , An orchard full of blooming trees , ( The air seemed full of humming bees , ) But the frost has killed it all . On berry vines and bushes giew The luscious fruit and blossoms too; My heart was tilled with sweet delight , I kept it clean with all my might , And my reward is gall . I walked my garden 'round and 'round , The black and dead was all I found; Limp and lifeless was every thing; that I had a southern wing ! Where frosts ne'er fall at e%-en . 1 sat me down and there I cried , But presently my tears 1 dried; Whilst gazing on the blackened ground , My thoughts leaped out with lightning bound- There ' 11 be no frosts in heaven . 122 I had a farm ; no better soil , Rewarded any workman's toil . The grass was nearly three feet high; I sharped my sickle for the rye , And waited for the morrow . The wheat and oats will soon be yellow . And I am quite a prosperous fellow; The cornblades waving in the air , And eveiy thing is bidding fair ; Hencefoi'th I need not borrow . My crop will yield a hundredfold ; I ' II take my ease when I grow old ; I ' 11 put my money where it ' s safe . And keep it where ' t will be no waif . The air seems hot and sultry . A cloud rolls up the wedtei-n sky : ' ' T is greenish black and seems to fly . The hailstorm's come ! Its woi'k is done ; I weep and wish my race was run — No hail in Happy Ultra . I had a splendid cottair'' home , Witji ferns of highland feathery chrome ; The roses bloomed around the door , The arbor had a bluegi-ass tioor , And all was grand . I planted . The wind , the roses fragrance swept Right through the hall . and then it crept Upstairs and down . that almost brought A faii-y land , I sometimes thought . Ah ! yes it was enchanted . My house was built in Gothic Style , With painted arches o'er the aisle; My flower sentries looking out , My ravelin were and spiced redout , While reading in my liaven . My paintings hung upon the wall — A cyc'one came and scattered ail . ' A little stonn-cave jast outside , Was all tijit saved us from the tide , W!ille wii.l the v/ind was raving . 123 The house is scatlered down the bill; The barn is mixed up with the mill; The oats , the corn and hay is gone , And every thing looks so torlorn : The woods were mowed like clover . The stock was drowned above the dam ; All that was left , a cotswold ram ; A.il , all was lost - the teai's fell fast — I smiled, tiie sunshine o'er me passed — No cyclones can reach oyer . rhere's nothing here but trials sore, A.nd disappointments o'er and o'er; 1 view them i3ii or C'^untarf-^it . jewels or gold. Suiaible Gum, Clarissa and Choice. Single With Oicar ani Mark can r'jolce . B>iii r3.vjhin» hijfher , and soni ff^ii? down BiMiny or brawn" or actinT^ the clown — In w>ialth or w'lsdoin . ca.'vinsf a name , Sinking or ra-)antin^ tha iaad>!r of fam'j . Bit will tkey inaki this populous earth. Bitter or WD/se tha.a ' t waj at their birth? FiNia '-m»^<'-''''¥mT'%. iLS?"^ OF CONGRESS ipia 015 908 181 3 %