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JOHN BLAfR. -» - — "IT'VTrr » NcrrK. m My object in havinL^; printed the pieces herein con- tained, in keepal)le book-form, is that they niay l)e pre- served by, and for, my relatives and ac(|iiaintances, as I cherish a desire to be remembered by these. I do not know that I am j)roud of my writings, over-mucli ; but I have an affection for most of them, and many of my more earnest thoughts are therein contained. For the ckissically educated, this book will, very likely, exliibii little to interest ; but should any of this class look through it, they will please remember that there is considerable of alloy in the finest worked gold, and that there is more such worth in the earth than ever was washed out. Still, it is not my wish that any criticism shall be withheld whi(^h is accompanied by a real desire to do good. Yours trulv, J. i:. I Til after years some friends may look Into this rhyniic written book, And find things, wliich, if studied well, Would take a many hour to tell. Those who may choose to ramble through My book, consider what is due To one who spent a deal of time In giving vent to thoughts in rhyme. If one the good does fail to find, For there is good within it, mind, I^ass to another one to try, Who may iiol v:arc to look so high. If, after searching, all unite, And say there's nothing in it right, Cast it away and call it trash, Meat must be cut to make good hash. Of self-conceit, I have my touch. One man's opinion is not much, So if the book is always wrong It is not worth a common song. But if any wish to wander Through the book and o'er it ponder, I will that they shall have a chance, .. All persons don't enjoy to dance. I IN I KOIU ( l(t|een punished in tlie stocks For slighting rules of orthodox ; Now we venture opinions free. All are allowed to read and see. And may the flay be not far off When every man shall cease to scoff, Joining hands, one with another, Recognize in each a brother. Many will say this cannot be, To the contrary is not for me ; I only know it would be grand If good-will reigned thoughout our land. There are some that enjoy what will others annoy, Though all may be good in intention ; Whoever begrudges will not do for judges, I'here are what we never should mention. Would all mankind be friends, for the i)ast make amends. Throwing all our faults in together, And virtues acknowledge, in hamlet or college. We could joy in the dreariest weather. CANADA. Canadn ! llic land of my birth, Scones of fricnclshij), of love and mirth, Through ihcc abound. Thy like to me is not defined, Thou,u,h there will others more refined On earth be found. My pride is centered in thy lakes, Tve oft sunti; of the land o' cakes, J)Ut now to you : I love thy rustic plains and hills, 'I'hy scenes my heart with rapture fills, As them I view. Thy rivers, great murmuring streams, Where lovers linger, c(jinmerce steams, Are all adored By me, thy j)oor and humble bard. Whom fortune deals with sometimes hard, Still can afford To spare an hour or two of time To praise thee in the form of rhyme, And all well-meant ; If thou see fit, acce])t the same 'I'hough thou may never know his name, He'll be content. When invaders themselves presented, Thy courage then was re])resented 3 ^W' ( ANAdA. In Clen. Brock, And the brave men then with him found, Who, svhen outnumbered, stood their groimd, iMrm as a rock. Like heroes fought, and did prevail. But thou had'st cause then to bewail ;— The jjatriot fell. His memory will always last. His name is printed, strong and fnst, On Queenstown hilL Later, while memory yet was damp, Traitors were found within the camj). And growing bold. Sons of Honor were soon astir. Proclaimed to them you surely were Not to be sold. Your statesmen bravely stood their post, And drove the traitors from your coast ;— Them 1 respect. If such should happen in my time, I'll help to drive them 'cross the line, And crush such sect. Not long ago the Fenian pack. With ugly varmints at their back, Thought to intrude ; But they were told and understood. That you were not in humor good, Nor trifling mood. Lind, ground, DVKR .\,\XI()1 S, Canada ! may I love thee ever. Should I have cause from thee to sever, I'll think of thee. I wish, as this verse now T seal, That you may ne'er he made to feel Ashamed of me. OVER ANXIOUS. How anxious some folks seem to be To pryingly enquire of me. They'd better mind Their own affairs, and not pretend To be anxious about their friend Or so inclined. He has failings, as it would seem. Give him a chance, he'll them redeem, — Or least will try. O'er others' sins they seem to gloat ; Fools ! see they not the beam or mote In their own eye ! I wish it distinctly understood. To those who are so dreadful good, , . Self-estimation, AN (.)i)i:. They will oblige their humble bard, If they of him, know somethings hard, Stop proclamatic^n. And if they still meanly persist To hinder instead of assist Their fellow mortal, 'I'hey'll sorrow here, and, peradventure, I'Hid it hard nt last to enter Heaven's portal. Meav'n loves a man can condescend iMicourage and aid an errin<2; friend. As I understand. ■ \\'oman, too, heaven will bless her, That stoops to raise a fLillen sister, With a helping hand. Then, fellow neighbors, one and all, Let no one see a brother fall ; Or, if he should, Lend him a helping hand to rise, And lead his mind beyond the skies, Among the good. AN ODE. Hail ! thou beautiful Christmas morn ; Momentous day, when Christ was born, "-I 1 i' 1^;, OLD VEAR. A(rcj)t our ihanks t\)r chiy so nice, And such a splendid pond of ice. And, Lord, while we do this da)' skate, Do thou assist my humble mate ; While he is doing his best to learn, Keep liim, we pray, from ever)- harm. If he should fall, please help him rise, May oft his mind be in the skies ; If thoughts which come are over sweet. May they not cause him lose his feet. And may we not forget the right, And Him who watches us throudi ni. But it pleased ihc Lord a[)()vc, ( iricf as well as joy to measure. He saw prosier, my darling c^hild. While He gave me joy in thee, To take a wife and inotiier mild With Him to eternity. Ere she crossed the mvstie water, Kissed her baby often, long : Now wee]) not, my precious daughter. She's among the angel throng. Calling to her side she bade me A loving, long, a last good-bye ; I wept— man I was — ^it made me, Wlien she whispered she must die. She knew I would love you ever As I loved her who lay there. Charged me from you not to sever. Protect you with double care. Cherish you in my thought the first. And if God were pleased to s]mre Your tender life — for fears the worst. Were expressed by neighbors there. To point you out the path of right, Teach your precious mind to soar ; So you may wear the robe of white, Join her in that evermore. • * '?i lO ANONYMOUS. 1 gave to you your niotiicr's name, Vou arc like lier, gentle, fair. Your features, actions, much the same ; You have learned your mother's prayer. To keep my promise, I have tried : I .oved you in my inmost heart ; It is His will, be satisfied, Mourn not that we have to i)art. 1 have prospered, wealth is left. Earthly want you may not know, When of parents you are bereft, I pray you be blessed below. Now leave me child, but first a kiss, wSee, this golden locket keep ; Two faces there, one you will miss, (lood night, dear, for 1 must sleep. I ANONYMOUS. Dear lady, trust me always, ever; Let not a tear bedim your eye ; My promise to you, broken never,— 1 love, that is the reason why. You think that what the world may say, Will make my love degenerate ? ANONYMOUS. T I Only with you, that power can lay, That turns my love for you to hate. Now, have 1 erred in blaming one So true that she could give Her life, my happiness to have won ? lUit live, dear lady, live, — For know that such a sacrifice, — - A fearful one, 'tis true, — Could not my happiness realise, For I would still lack you. Tell, me, madam, must you go. And leave me chained behind ? The bitter cup doth overflow, — The world is so unkind. Ever-patient lady ! hearken ; Tender thoughts will follow thee ; Though remorse my pathway darken. Yet thy memory sweet shall be. I'll peruse your welcome letter. Grasping for an hour of })leasure, l.earn to know you always, better Tlian the w^orld niav ever measure. 12 now MAN CAMh; AND llvl,!,. I will miss your kindly smile, I. CSS to cheer my rugged way ; Still in thought my hours I'll while ; Pondering ever, day to day. HOW MAN CAME AND lELL. Creation ! mighty work began, Pjy an Almighty hand ; 'Twas ( jod himself conceived the plan. Could it be else but grand ? At first, the Heavens and the l^^arth, So motionless and still. Were formed; but darkness, dismal, dearth, Did space and substance fill. God said, let there be light ; behold ! At once, he was obeyed ; Darkness away from light w^ts rolled, And day and night were made. The second day, the firmament Waters great divided ; l^'.ach to their proper places sent, Earth was then provided. He said, — 'twas done, — the earth must need Bring fruit after his kind ; tgmsam now MAN CAMK AND KKLL, 'J'recs, herbs must yield, and for its seed, ^f VVithin itself must find. To give the world its glorious light, God had but to command 'I'he sun by day, the moon In night, With countless, starry band. God bade that fowls fill the air, That fishes fill the se^i. Let evrey living creature ])air, And blessings on you be. Man must in God's own image shine, The crowning work of all. Superior to all other kind. And finished, good did call. ■ God made man lord o'er all in sea, O'er every living thing, The earth for man must fruitful be, I'or man its seeds shall bring. God sanctified the seventh day, And on that day did rest I'Yom work. So man and woman may Regard the day he blest. Luxurious gardens made to grow, With food they did abound, Heautiful rivers made to (low, And golden stones were found. 13 i •\ r \ 14 [low MAN c.\i\ri'; AM) I i';i.i,. Adam, the name (lod (hose to give 'I'he first and only man, - Was in tlie garden |)laced to hve, Command : ICat all you can. A 'I'ree ot Knowledge was reserved. Of which man must not try, I'"or in the day he did, deserved, And must so surely die. A rib, (lod took from Adam's side, And from it woman made. Alone, man never should abide, In plain words. He has said. But now the serpent, subtle beast, Unto the \voman came, And tempted, saying : " Why not feast I'>om everv tree the same ?" The vvoman answered, "We may eat Of all excepting one." The serpent, charming at her feet, And dazzling in the sun. Now cunning s})eaks : " If you would gain Some knowledge to you hidden ; If you would learn, then you must fain. Eat of the tree forbidden. The woman saw the tree was good. And pleasant to the eye ; t HOW MAN CAMK AND KK[,I,. ' Dir.graced ihe spot whereon she stood ; She took ; did eat and die. And not content to hear alone, Her partner she degraded ; Their nakedness to l)oth were known, — The earth by Sin was shaded. Ciod cursed the serpent from that hour, And to the rei)tile said ; " Upon thy belly shalt diou cower, — Man's seed shall bruise thy head." Then fallen woman he addressed ; '' Of troul)le, more thou'lt see ; With sorrows thou shalt f)e i)ossessed ; And man shall rule o'er thee.'' To Adam the Almighty si)ake : *' By sweat, thy living earn ; Cursed is the ground, for thine own sake, To dust shalt thou return." He made them coats of skin to wear ; Lest man should live forever The Tree of Life was watched with care,- Man must from Eden sever. Yet man> unto this very day Will not regard, but disobey; r>om Adam will not take a lesson ; Acce]jts a curse, discards a blessing. IS if^r l6 WHO IS A KKIKND. Ami woman, cnusc of all our woc,- C'an never tell the lenii)ter go. ICnraptiired with the ser])ent's voicc,- More to re|)eiit, less to rejoice. While she in turn, like mother Fac, Does now, and ever will deceive ; And so our race will ever he, 'Till time rolls roimd l*^ternity. WHO IS A FR IKiNl). 'I'here're those who smile their sweetest smiles. And train to i)ractice treacheious wiles, Only to suit some selfish end; VVe cannot count one such a friend. Others, a s(^heming, wakeful kind, — 'Tis gain that occupies their mind. They'd force you your last farthing rend ; Yet they delight to call you friend. There're some above your earthly lot ; With i)roud disdain they pass your cot : At special times they condescend, And fui a time may call you friend. When fortune favors, you will find N OuNC friends before, and friends behind ; sa»H INCONSIANr. l.ct want assail, wlio tlicn will send Assistance to a luckless friend ? Will it he lliosc who smiled on you? 'I'he social, scheming, are they true ? 'I'hose lofty ones will they now hend, And recognize you as a friend? This selfish world, traverse it round, i^ew that are true, within are found. A plenty are that will pretend, i]ut seld(jni you can fmd :i friend. 'i'hen how are we to know that best In all the world can be jKJSsessed? In this-wise : Right 'gainst wrong defend ; Then you may claim at least a friend. 17 INCONSTANT. y\^. 'I' was fate decreed that I Should ever be her slave ? How can I else but sigh For love, I madly crave ? [s it for this you lured me on, while in your heart, Lnew well the end, and yet did ])lay your wretched part ; Give me now back my heart as free As 'twas the day I first saw thee, And I'll adore Thee evermore. ' 1 wi»V'''"' W I i 1!! i8 riiJ-; sj:i,K riciiiioous. O ! might I not have knew Treachery lurking there? But I believed her true. So false, and yet, so fair ! l^ost find })leasure despoiling one loves you better Than all the world beside ? Seek not me to fetter ; Let loose thy wicked, syren's spell, Nor seek to make for me a hell. Yet I'll forgive, And hope to live. THE SELF RIGHTEOUS. Ts it not strange, men will persist In arguing with their clenched fist Almost declares — Hiat only such as they may ho])e, And they alone are fit to cope With Satan's snares. To hear them preach and prophecy, There'll be no hope for you and I, And such nonsense. Except you do as they believe, A blessing you will not receive, Nor recompense. Who bids them Sj)eak such an untruth ? I jll,PWPiiilFw»T-''"wi7'wp■■( ! •■'/ * 1 I !t1 I m 24 NOT GUILTY. Renienibering how a true heart yearned For one as false as fair. ,HiS NOT (;uii/rY. I am sorry to deserve the scorn, From one I'd hoj)ed but to receive Respect at least; but now, forlorn, I fmd that I am sad, bereaved. Cruelly fiiW the bitter blows. Ah ! if she knew the i)ower it took. Resist attraction she has chose To show in every word and look. If I the truth to her would tell. She would at least, me ]Mty give. Remember how old Adam fell. And chose to die instead of live. Or if to feelings I'd give way. And not my passions try subdue, O'er me, a woman's charms would sway, 'Twere not so hard if she were true. Then, fair one, listen while this T say I may be cold, but this I claim, — A woman I can ne'er betray, Nor show her to the world in shame. OUR c;kucj':kv si'orio. I'd not this cruel world content, ]^y blazing what I may have learned; If what you said was that you meant, You wrong nie, for I've not it earned. 25 ■ I OUR (IROCERY STORE. JuGt come alone with me, to-niglit. And we will do some scouting; I promise you a rustic sight ; We'll hear a plenty spouting. Not very far ! you need not fear, — , A hundred yards or more. We have some wags I'd like you hear, At D. G.'s Grocery Store. The boys, cold nights, will gather round, May buy some little fixing. The first one there, I will be bound, He will be Alfred Nixon. Travelled ? Yes, sir ; can spin a yarn ; Has visited Baltimore. His father owns that handsome farm Right opposite the store. The store is full of ])lenty stuff, With the different styles ; But wait. You now will hear a puff. > J 26 OUR GROCKKV Sl'ORK. iM^r here <:uincs Alson Miles. Jinks I he's clicwinu; tobacco, too; \A)ok out for a juicy floor, 'J'liere's fun toniglit. You'll never rue Your trip to Grocery Store. You want to know who that one is, Thais onl}' s])oken twice ? He waits his turn; you'll hear him fiz; His name is Solomon Price. He has come to get a sui)i)ly ; You see that jug by tlie door ? Wait a while ; you'll see, bye and bye. He's fiome in the Grocer's Store. Ain't that a good one Miles has told? Who beats it ? chances are fair. Hello ! another out of the cold ; Come in ; stand up, Mr. Blair. That's the^agent over the way. ; He is known as a blower. J )on't matter who, all have a say, When at the Grocery Store. Look, Nixon with pot-metal knife, Whittling like a trooper ; Bet there's another lonesome wife, — Yes! here is Sol., the cooper. Him supplies the country and town ; Would sell a manv more, ^VF^BW^ «ipifB IW^T*l'''V""»^r CHRISTMAS. But market is dull and prices down, — Encjuire at tlie Grocer's Store. That post-hole tale is hard to beat, But Miles is going to try. He'll get another quite as neat. Good evening, Jonas High. (A farmer has a lot of land. Vou think he is a boor ? O no ! a (juiet and steady hand, To visit the Grocer's Store.) Well, let us scoot. What do you think.^ Did I come up to promise? Pick out a chap will take a drink : That's right, come on now, Thomas, Just down the road, if we get fooled, — It often happened before, — We'll step in and see Mr. Goold ; Adieu to Grocery Store. 27 If] ■ \ ,;( I i 'till idil m CHRISTMAS. Dear old christmas ! welcome here, Merriest day in all the year, — Recollections fondly bringing. Sounds of joy and gladness ringing ; Reminding us of love divine, Closer human henrts entwine. 28 vv. '■ Friends, relations, neighbors, meet, Fathers, mothers, tlieir children greet, Brothers and sisters, once more mingle, Hearth and home with music jingle, Lovers too, bless thy returning, Sacred feelings dear hearts burning. Thoughts of ages bring to mind. Once a Saviour humble, kind ; Peace proclaimed to all the world, Banner of good-will unfurled, Strength on high, and hope above, Memorious day ! so full of love. W. V. One more of those we loved has left This world, through higher flights to roam. And many saddened friends bereft. Will miss him in their earthly home. How fruitless all his study here. Where are those hopes that rose so high ? His friendship young, to us so dear, But not too young or dear to die. Drowned ! did they say? and near the spot, Where we have played and sported too ! WILI, I I5E RKMEMIJEREK IHEN. Then when we pass, awakened thought Will remind of a heart 'twas true. His sparkling eyes and merry ways, A generous heart with feelings fine, Will be remembered nil our days, We'll miss and mourn poor Willie Vine. 29 ! WILL I BE REMEMBERED THEN. I have often thought : when I leave this clay, And my spirit shall have winged its way To the unknown world, the eternal sphere, If I will be remembered here. Will any of the many friends I claim, Speak with deserved respect my name ; And companions with whom I've had kind dealings Will they think of me with kind feelings ? Perchance they may, and I may hope they will, When my eyes are closed, and voice is still. When my body is lain beneath the sod. My soul returned to its giver, God. Will my relations, wherever they roam. Remember me, in my far-off home ; Forgive what was wrong, acknowledge the right. When I am removed beyond their sight. ,1, ;-j Wll I, I |;J'. REMKMliJsKKI) IIII'JN. Will iiiy l)rotlicrs miss 1710 ? 'I'he affection Jiinds together, is l)eyon(l conception. As they onward ^o through this world of cares. Ma)- their path be peaceful, void of snares. VV^U HIV father, if he is left hehind, Let thoughts of his son enter his mind ? ! yes ; he can't help ; his faults he'll forgive, - And ho[)e he's gone with mother to live. Shall 1 be remembered by my tender wife, \Vho comforted me so often in life ? Will memory be true, after death do us [)art ? W' ill she cherish thoughts of me in her heart ? The answer is given, |)roved in the past, Thoughts of me in her bosom will last. No other may see, of this I am sure, — Affection will forever endure. My dear little children, will they miss me ? And think how they climbed upon my knee, To listen to stories or hear me sing, 'Till merry laughter would make home ring. They'll remember me, 'as they grow in years ; 1 hope remembrance will not bring tears; But think of me as to them given, To point them to a Father in heaven. Yes, I'll be missed by friends here below ; Thoughts will occur wherever they go,. TART I 'ROOK. My family will miss mc, hut not tor long, l'V)r wc will meet in one hai)])}- throng. The friends of mine that before me have gone, I think of often, and sometimes long. Is it not cheering, to know we'll be missed Delow, and welcomed among the blest. 31 I PART PROOF. Would that T could find power to crush Unha})i)y unbelief; Making cheering thoughts through ipirits rush, Thus gi''ing souls relief. Can anything that springs from Good^ IC'er di( , or be no more ? No ! throi.gh this world its works have stood. And higher it will soar. God is above us all, complete, Uncomprehended; still, At times our natures with him meet, We recognize Good-will. Our very thoughts, when Freedom's given. Will leave this earth and rise; In seeking for their rest a haven, Are lodged beyond the skies. m i' ■ -il 32 Al'Rll. FOOU And wondrous happiness they find, Till nature, irksome ever, No longer can allow our mind From earthly things to sever. This prov(.'S to me, when nature foils, And Death life's thread doth sever; Our souls will spread their blood-washed sails. And live, yes, live forever. APRIL FOOL. Question — Now First of April, since you're here, How many fools have you this year ? That you're a very foolish day. I've heard a many people say. Answer — Because chey named me April First, Should I of fools be called the worst ? I really do not like the name ; Still, I'm content, you know my fame. Since information you do ask, Le, 's in the sun sit down and bask. A little while I'll with you tarry. You want to know the fools I carry ? Of fools, I many have, 'tis true ; ril mention, though, but just a few. APRIL FIRST. I have not iiuich to spare of time, And wish to put them into rhyme. Well, to begin : If to be poor Is foolish, you're a fool, that's sure. The rich man lives but to possess ; Is not that, too, great foolishness ? The bravest soldiers are but fools, Made by ambitious nations, tools. 'Tis hard, yet truth I cannot smother. Would wise men murder one another? The greatest statesmen (much the same,) Are really only great in name. If they to higher thoughts ascend, The fools ! they cannot comprehend. Philosophers are fools; and few That take a philosophic view, Can understand the things they teach ; The moral is beyond their reach. The orators with whom you meet Are wise, upheld by self conceit. . They study sophistry, through schools, Create, destroy ; they, too, are fools. The wisest fools that I have met, Are those that never stoj) to fret; Accept this world as they may find. And for a higher train their mind. 33 ," I m iff! 34 111 I-: MAli> O J'.K iilL WAV. And after I've from you departed, Do not be cast down or dislieartened If fools you meet ; for bear in mind, I'll leave a lot of fools behind. Well, friend, of time I have no more To spare, for 1 must onward soar. If my delay gives you a lesson, I hope 'twill [)rove to you a blessing. Well, April First, since you must go, Adieu; but Til remember, thougli. While earthly wisdom holds its sway, We'll all be fools, in our ow^n way. THE MAID O'ER THE WAY. The toils of the day resigned for rest ; The sun's last rays had sunk in the West, The blissful hour of the gray twilight. And gathering shadows of coming night. Sweet ie the voice of the murmuring rill, Sharp is the cry of the whippoorwill, All is unnoticed ; the maid o'er the way, Is w'ooing in thought, her lover so gay. The wind is blowing an eastern gale ; Out from Oswego port stands a sail ; Hf TIIJO MAID OER iilE WAV. O'er the bulwark leaning, a sailor brave Is watching, as pass him, wave after wave. He heeds not the temi)est ; its gathering might No terror inspires— his heart it is right. He smilingly watches the dashing spray. Dreamlike he sees her — the maid o'er the way. 35 It is Saturday night, the week's work is o'er And 'neath the tree by the kitchen door, She is watching the threatening clouds with care, Inwardly breathing an earnest prayer. She turns to the door with somewhat of sorrow, Dreading a lonesome day to-morrow, l^rovided it was not permitted that they Should m'eet — the sailor and maid o'er the wa)'. Now Sunday eve, and the hour seemed blest. The pure azure sky and sun in the west. Seemed to smile, as looking in silence down, Prouder than wearer of worldly crown. 'Twas a fitting time for lovers to meet. . Hark ! down the valley, the patter of feet Hurrying onward, the maid o'er the way Springs forward to meet him. I'll never betray. Near a beautiful river, a cottage is seen, And children are ])laying out on the green ; Oft at night, ere their head's on the pillow. Stories are told of the bounding billow. ilfill 36 FOR SOME WHO SNEER. Two that reside there, we've heard of before ; One of them sails for a living no more ; Any that know them, will remember alway. The once reckless rover, and maid o'er the way. FOR SOME WHO SNEER. Sometimes it hurts the dignity Of educated men. If those who have not studied books. Dare take in hand the pen. They seem to think 'tis their sole .right, To educate the mass ; They may be right, but I contend. That Nature has her class. And that is where I love to learn ; Her studies I enjoy ; If College learning makes the man. Then I'm content a boy. I know some learned professionals. Delight to publish prose; When I attempt to show my verse, They sneer and twist their nose. And all because I've not been taught, In what they call High School ; TH JO RES A. They seem to think it not my place, i\nd say, "don't be a fool." To such I'd ask, what makes you mind A foolish boy like me ? If my poor verses don't attract. What makes it bother thee. But there are only few of these, And them we soon forget ; For all their study, I believe They are ignorant yet. 37 u-u m THERESA. Eyes of richest, rarest hue, — Proof direct her heart is true, — Sparkling, dancing, luring, meaning, Full of love and passion gleaming. Listless, dreamy, — worth a crown ; Favorite color, beautiful brown. Tresses wondrous dark and glowing, Loosely hanging, tossing, flowing. Chignons slighting, ribbons spurning, Glossy, wavy^ — hearts upturning, Shading features, classical, fair; Admirable ringlets, beautiful hair. (!' •'' ^ ■! 3« SMOKV HOLLOW. Face expressive, smilincj, cheering, Winning, loving, all-endearing ; With bad passion never shrouded ; Lines of care, yet not o'er-clouded ; Encouraging, drawing, unresisting, Happv, real, true, bewitching. roi in, while slight; erect in bearing ; Step elastic, heart ensnaring, Carriage firm, yet unassuming, Still unconscious rivals dooming ; Carek^ss reckless glances throwing. Not mtentional, discord sowing. ig. Muiu an'.l spuit li'Uy. stroni Upholding right, forgiving wrong ; Hopeful, high, ambitious, yearning. Always watchful, ever learning. Struggling in the path of duty,— Peerless lady, matchless beauty. SMOKY HOLLOW. Smoky Hollow ! Dear and jolly ; Many days I've with thee s])ent. Finding pleasure Without measure, To me not given,— only lent. SMORV HOL-LOW. 39 Merry foces Were thy graces ; 'I'huugli thy follies were not few ; I can but love Thee far above All other land that's met my view. For, did I not, In yonder cot i''ind her for wliom my heart did long ? Then all my days I will thee praise, With pen, in verse, and in the song. Just o'er the rill, Near yonder hill, My father tills his little farm. Many a prayer Offered there, Preserved me from many a harm. As thee I near, Hope yields to fear ; Do all my dear old comrades still Make thee their home? Or do some roam The spirit world. Why such cold thrill ? Has death been here ? Tyrant ! severe. And robbed thee of some former joys ? *'^i ill : : m I 38 SMOKY HOLLOW. Face expressive, smiling, cheering, Winning, loving, all-endearing ; With bad passion never shrouded ; Lines of care, yet not o'er-clouded ; Encouraging, drawing, unresisting, Happy, real, true, bewitching. Form, while slight; erect in bearing ; Step elastic, heart ensnaring, Carriage firm, yet unassuming. Still unconscious rivals dooming ; Careless, reckless glances throwing. Not intentional, discord sowing AT Ig. Mind and si)irit lofty, stroui Ui)holding right, forgiving wrong ; Hopeful, high, ambitious, yearning, Always watchful, ever learning. Struggling in the path of duty, — Peerless lady, matchless beauty. SMOKY HOLLOW. Smoky Hollow ! - ' Dear and jolly ; Many days I've with thee spent. Finding pleasure Without measure, .i: To me not given, — only lent. SMOKY HUI,U)W. 39 Merry faces Were thy graces ; 'I'hougli thy folHes were not few ; I can but love Thee far above All other land that's met n»y view. For, did I not, In yonder cot Find her for whom my heart did long ? Then all my days 1 will thee praise, With pen, in verse, and in the song. Just o'er the rill, Near yonder hill. My father tills his little farm. Many a prayer Offered there. Preserved me from many a harm. As thee I near, Hope yields to fear ; Do all my dear old comrades still Make thee their home? Or do some roam The spirit world. Why such cold thrill ? , ;•; Has death been here ? Tyrant ! severe, And robbed thee of some former joys ? i .' !' ■1: I- 40 kEFJ-ECTlONS. Of many a smile That did beguile ? And where arc all my neighbor boys ? But such a task ! Why do I ask ? 'Twould cause us many hours of pain. IvCt's think and rest, — It's all for best, T pray we all may meet again. But Smoky Hollow ! While I follow That which brings me worldly worth; A thought for thee Will always be, As one dear spot to me, on earth. REFLECTIONS. On Lake Ontario's shores, one summer's day, I strolled, to pass some idle hours away ; And feelings sad Stole o'er me, as I watched the waters blue ; Thoughts of loving schoolmates and comrades true, With hearts once glad. Who had left their native ville and quiet home. And chose a sailor's life to lead and roam, — Now, 'neath the waves Have found their graves. /^ r A IIUNCKV l.OVKK. 4I I, SO desponding, envied them Iheir shroud. Of such a winding-sheet I could be proud, Were I to die. And thought no artist from his hands had sent Such beauty or such lasting monument, In which to lie. Have I been thinking wrong ? and are they vain ? Reversing thoughts now usher through my brain, And answering say, — Another day. A HUNGRY I.OVER. Could I my fateful love reveal, To her who caused this pain ! But 'tis decreed, I must conceal. To her I fain would gain. Oh, cruel lady ! heed'st thou not ? Thy heart is cold as steel. Can'st not be won, or ever got, Proud one ? Dost thou not feel ? Can it be thee, to lure me on, Discard, or worse, destroy ? Exulting when thy work is done ? Will wickedness bring joy ? If, in thy heart, be found one spot ; m I I 42 THli 1J1I!I,L. Wlicrc iiK rcy ( ould reside, I'd give my studying hrain die plot, To try liie there to hide. Ketuse me not this last heiiuest ; (iive, () give, comiassion ! Or make, dear lady, this re(iiiest : " Come in and get your ration." THE IMIU.E. (lood JJook, in truth you get abuse From those for whom you're given, l^aths, without number, men do choose, Each only right for Heaven. Men take your words to prove their creed, To suit their selfish whims, Their bias minds, will, as they read, Recall their neighbors' sins. Some take from you, the right to lead Their fellow men, and try Others condemn ; have they not need Of pity from on high ? It seems to me, if we would take Pattern from our Saviour, Love more each other, for his sake, There'd be c^ood behavior. ^^ OCT. sth, 1876. Number Tun Express, wilh a heavy train, Was running at make-up speed ; 'I'lie Driver and iMreman working to gain Lost time witli their iron steed. The train sped on at a beautiful rate, And everytliing working prime ; Wiiat man, if his start is somewhat late, Loves not to make u\) lost time? The head lamp streaming its light ahead, Showed a smooth and well-kept track, The engine with fuel and steam was fed, For Irving was at its back. A tried man sat at his watchful post With never a look of fear ; No better one could the \VesLern boast, Than Cooper, the Engineer. The trainmen are at their places, and count The sidings, as carried past. With knowledge that duty is paramount. But hark ! the sharp whistle blast ! Three quick short shrieks are heard. Too late ! The engine has left the rail ; And sudden but truly the hand of fate Writes out a full mournful tale. 43 111! 1 ■ ' ^ i m iM i1 Plow cool brave hearts on that fatal niuht. u ■\() MISS I .eft home and their loves full dear, liut to return a heart-rending sight. O, death ! thou art too severe. How sorrow has enterd the once bright home, Unwelcome, has taken a seat ; HoAv, shorn of its treasure, inmates will roam. And mourn this life incomplete. TO MISS When into the married state you glide \\'ith him who claims you as his bride, And loves you strong and well as such, Be generous — do not expect too much. For in so doing love has perished, That once was true and fondly cherished, And many an over-expectant heart With cherished fancies has to part. A high enthusiasm at first. Is followed oft by fears the worst ; lUit where both are inclined to give, A life of love thev hnd to live. And happier than a (jueen anointed Is she who is not disappointed, i' TO MISS 45 AVho, finding troubles slight ahead, . Prei)arcs to lightly o'er them tread. Your love for him of whom you're proud, Need seldom be proclaimed aloud ; True love is deep and depth is thought, 'Tis scarcely sold, and ncwiv bought. Do you look for perfectness ? P'orsooth You may ; but recognize this truth : No man has ever be^n wholly good. If his whole life were understood, * * * * * She stands beside her chosen one, A hap]3y youthful bride, And ere the ceremony done Her faith is strongly tried. The questions put are earnest, i)lain ; Almost too plain to bear ; Thought flashes through her trusting brain, Betraying an inward care. But woman's heart can scarcely cherish A truth against love pitted ; It needs must be that fancies i)erish, She must not be outwitted. ff Accepting then the unknown fate, All troubles she defies, i ■'Mil ri f i : «i] 4,6 IIKAVICNWARH. Looks forward to a liappy state, No cloud is in licr skies. Mcr friends wish joy and bid her cheer. As if they really need ; She trusts in him, who, to her dear, Is her whole life and creed. I would not now the future dare, Nor with its coming cope ; 1 would not wake one sleeping care, Or damp one burning hope. Love is a llower of modest kind lUit unsurpassed in beauty, 'I'is grown in richest soil — the mind ; Its culture — pleasant duty. I .ove is a trusting, clinging vine ; Embracing, winding, mute ; May it tliis whole wide world entwine, And all enjoy its fruit. HEAVENWARD. With anxious minds and eager eyes The jjarents watch their dying child ; False ho])es encouraged still arise. Love often has fond hearts beguiled. 4 UIOAVJONWAki*. While earth's affections, ever vain, CHng fast to all humans hold dear ; We'er apt forget, who sends the rain, Sends sunshine too, the earth to cheer. Their pet seems not to comprehend ; There's more of wonder than of fear. Perhaps the babe sees but a friend In death ? We know of life severe. Or can it be the darling knows, And feels what we may never feel Of \o\c with which sin never goes ; Urselfish, heavenlike and real ? Nothing to doubt, naught to forgive ; So pure, sin dare not venture near. Why wonder babe cares not to live ? Why search for any sign of fear ? Sweeter and dearer moments make The babe appear. The end is nigh. Hearts grieve and sink. Earth hoi)es forsake. Babes last farewell is nature's sigh. Death's sickle cut the tiny thread. And left a j)eaceful, lifeless face. With quiet care, the little dead Is lowered to its resting place. Prized now each sacred treasure ; The little toys put safe away. 47 1 , T 'M •i" M -I 4«> l/Oves of mciiiory will not measure. Making happier clay by day. Religious thoughts preserve the soul, Reverting back they bring to mind How (Jirist the diildren did extol ; Blessed them all in manner kind. Of such the kingdom is, He says ! This promise is to them alone. Their angels do behold aluiays "WxQ face of Him upon the Throne. Sinful to mourn } No, human and weak, Parents their children will ever seek ; And out of a mother's heart of hearts, Thoughts of a dear little angel starts. TREASURED. What was unfolded years ago, That you promised not to tell? Does now any mortal know ? Have you kept my secret well ? Since the day when you were married 'J'o the husband of your choice, / ' ^ I TREASUREI>. To tlic love that since has tarried ; Have you ever given voice ? Does he know the love I bore ? And vvliile he was ha|)[)y made, That I suffered grievous sore, That my Yitc was in a shade ? Did he never note a sadness When I })assed athwart his door? Was it vain to hide my madness ? Does he know the heart he tore ? Sailing on the ocean billow, Struggling to forget my sorrow ; When my head U}jon my pillow, W^ishing for a brighter morrow. Was my secret safe in keeping ? Oft repeated in my heart, Ever for an answer seeking, Never from the thought to part. Yet my faith was only shaken, Broken never, I believed In her who had the promise taken, For she knew I was bereaved. Have you all my sorrow kept? Hidden all the truth for me ? Dearest lady, I have wept For the love I lost in thee. 49 '■ifi Mi '* % I 50 MISTAKKN Ihl'As. The world you say will never know, Never other heart than thine ? lilessings on you, I must go, Faith in you is always mine. See, my vessel restless waits, Longing for our wild, wide home, Togetlier we defy the Pates, Our joy is the sea's mad foam. The ocean's bosom is our rest, Its songs shall be my knell ; The secret safe within your breast, I'akc now a last farewell. MISTAKEN IDEAS. That things we do are right, because They may not contradict the laws ; Or, backed by law, there's righteousness In acts that struggling ones distres.s. That only those who learn at college Can hold a proper claim to knowledge ; Or wisdom is confined to books, Or many words and studied looks. That others have no right to toy . With that wherein icc find no joy ; ; I' misiakI':n idioas. Or only 7i'e are given light, With which can be discerned the right. That they alone are fit to rule, Who've studied in a cunning school ; Or praises ought to be confined To those who can the simple blind, That only they who win, may claim Rewards that go to make up fame ; Or brave ones cannot conquered be ; Or heroes die triumphantly. That there is any noble birth. Except of thought, higher than earth ; Or titles, wealth, landed estate. Are those by which a man should rate. That men of many words are those With whom the most of knowledge goes ; Or who with language can disguise. Must necessary be most wise. That who does regular attend The church, is to the church a friend ; Or holiness is found in hymn. When used to gratify a whim. That one who loud on Sunday prays, May well be trusted other days ; Or those who make the most pretence. Have honor in the highest sense. 5 .::.ii 1' II. i' -iC ! -Hi !■• 52 MlSlAkEN IDKAS. That profit comes from those who preach Of things away beyond their reach ; Or He who rules has changed His course Since Nature's laws were put in force. That every lofty, shining steeple Is sign of good among the people ; Or gaudy, vain, and showy clothes, Along with earnest worshij) j^oes. That truest lessons can be taught ; Where laws are made to stiiie thought; Or liberty can be enjoyed With thought confined', or mind decoyed. That all of good, by humam mind, Was ever thoroughly defined ; Or as to truth, a man, or men, Can tell the why, the where, and when. That love will leave without a cause. Or stay a slave to selfish laws. That friends are to be used as tools ; Or sympathy lives but in fools. That slavery and serfdom can Be justified outside of man ; Or what is known as intellect, Belongs to color, tribe or sect. That any Court on earth may take A life and plead — for moral's sake ; MISl'AKION 11)I':A.S. Or gallows, axe and guillotine, I )o not combine revenge to mean. 'I'hat wars, exce])t for home defence, Are ever fought by men of sense ; Or ambition is a fair pretext For having neighbors' land annexed. That ha])piness from riches spring; Or luxury true pleasures bring, 'i'hat lasting joys are bought and sold; Or Wisdom trades her peace for gold. That charities can well be dealt By those v'.io have not sorrows felt ; Or ever was created pain To be proclaimed, in truth, as vain. That He who governed from the first, Cannot trace good among the worst ; Or does not, will not, always claim All languages can ever name. 53 ■ : i' Am CtAai It,) if FROM A UlARY OV 1876. 1875, farewell I And yet, the i)arting does not grieve ; Memories live, and who can tell How many thou did'st with us leave ? We call thee old, why is it so? Thy sojourn with us wai; not long ; Scarce long enough to well thee know, E're called to chant thy funeral song. But short as hast been thy career, Thy teachings to us were well meant ; All erring men will have a fear Thy time might have been better spent. A year ago, thine end not seen. Thy future distant seemed to be ; But magnified as thou has been In time ; what in eternity ? Less than a grain of sand that lies Embedded in the ocean's shore ; Or as a moment quickly flies, Thou may be likened. Nothing more. m III. I : i S_ 1 11 I'KOM A DIARY OK I1S76. Let ;ill of US for wisdom strive, And if wc may only reach her, So long as we remain alive, Wc will not forget our Teacher Let 1875 retain. And take awav our old hnd tricks ; We'll learn enough if we remain, I'Vom our new 1876. When passion rules the untutored mind, And careless words are given vent, Secrets of the heart exposed we fmd, And on its throne sits discontent. Wrong words against a neighbor spoken Should not be noticed more than need ; Preserve the friendship won unbroken, And as ])rofessed, be friends indeed. As, like the weather changes we. Are powerless to detain. So every pleasure we may see Is followed by a pain. As warm south wind in winter's time We for a spell enjoy, So hope makes every feature shine, ilu)M A i>i.\kN (H' nSyO. 'luo oil hill to decoy. Search then llie only Listing hope, That nought on eartli can blast ; 'I'hat readies out, takes endless scope And serves unto the last. 1 l^assing through the shadows, dreary Seems iny way, and h^nely Are my thoughts, for 1 am ill and weary. Sun of my life, shine once more only. And light my path that I may tread My way more sure; nor stray Away among the lost, the damned, the dead. nive out your truest, brightest ray. Then I may sing my joys, and be A merry traveller. When the end Is reached, I will remember thee As more than is declared in friend. ^i Could Robert Burns return and see Reverence that is now being shown, To his immortal memory, He'd wonder how he must have grown. When living, Rab w\as nothing great ; i FROM A DIARY OI' 1876. The friends of the jjoor hard were few ; When gratitude is shown too late He who deserves gets not his due Burns' i)roud sjjirit would not hend, Nor humhled be by any clan ; His nature could not condescend — An honest, independent man. His genius shown to all the world, Who now dare try to underate ? See Robert Burns' flau: unfurled And all at last a|.>preciate. There are some peoi)le in this place Depend on what they have of grace, To put them through all right. Keen to decry and wrong a neighbor, To put one down will strive and labor, Hearts full of bitter spite. When such engage themselves in prayer. Cry Lord ! and feign the grearest care, For all Christ said is good. And rising from their knees thev spy The mote that's in a brother's eye. The farce is understood. ' ^ FROM A DIARY OF 1 876. The Robins are back in all tlieir glee, Merrily skipi)ing from tree to tree ; Full welcome as harbingers of spring And for the sweet happy songs they sing. No matter how cold, or keen, or long, The Winter has been, it ends in song With the birds ; and man, witli all his boast, May envy joys of the airy host. ^i Unfurl the green banner and carry it high. Remembering Old Ireland, well may we sigh b'or land o'er the sea, long shorn of its beauty, Can Irishmen ever forget their duty ? Let the " Harp of Erin " pour out in sweet stram, Sing us the songs of the land over the main. The shamrock will flourish and yet Liberty, Will rule m the Emerald Isie of the sea. J'lie world will yet see, for Reason, our leader, ^Vill teach us to conquer with good common sense. Superstition no longer acting as feeder. Real worth will '•eplace Pounds, Shillings and Pence. :M\ We are telling stories of our younger days, And little is found therein to i»raise ; FROM A DIARY OK 1 876. But our features are radiant with careless joy ; Be slow to condemn a wayward boy. If men cannot withstand temptation, And nature tempts to relaxation, At times too, not of the purest kind, For none can perfect be of mind, What then may we expect from youth ? Do we look for better in them ? Forsooth We often may ; but our growing pride Accepts the lesson in shame to hide. r It The snow is disappearing fast, The sun is shining brightly, Old Winter's die is nearly cast, • The birds again are sprightly, bome for Winter's pleasure mourn. Others bless the sweet spring morn ; Some enjoy what others trouble, Smoothest waters bear a bubble. A friend has asked advice regarding Entering into the married state ; Although my nature's not retarding, I've advised him for to wait. ^n FROM A DIARY OF 1876. He is a plain and bashful fellow, Some girl, because this is leap year. Has touched him wliere he's rather mellow; That he is captured, there is fenr. Advantage has of him been taken. Flirts uet anxious -dread such fate. ril try and have the boy awaken. And see tlie truth before too late. ! ''' Oh ! April I'ool, ]K)or April VocA, You'r no exception to the rule ; l^'or all your brother days do see As many fools as maybe thee. Some of our great have to acknowledge 'I'hat foolishness is learned in college : Vou are a fool, is fre(]uent said, lUit fools will live when we are dend. Old Sol. was wise in the extreme, Yet dwelt on many foolish theme ; So wisdom when of earthly kind, , To foolishness will be inclined. Those men who ])rophesied the end, Can claim you a ])articular friend; We call yoti April Pool, but they Are the worst fools there are to-day. tI ■ ,n 8 FROM A lUARY OK 1 876. 15c;';oi:c Winter, wclroir.c Spring, Ili:!:!K'r aims to niurtals hrinii ; (lloomy, wintry weather go, Tiikc avv'ay your slicct of snow, 'riiouih vour emblem is tlie while Vet \\>\\K burdeiis are not li'jht, t'-larving |)oor and pinching old, Purity like yours is cold. Your louks are well, we n^.ny (nvn., iV.it in iiar.-^luiess you have grown \'a) we (\innoL tor you ii'.ourn, l.jri''h'ier treason now i.^ horn. 'I'he suf!., it seems, can scarcely shine, April will not g.t into line, C'loudv, damp and i)r()voking cool ; Such weather .\[>ril fmds to rule. Hut April will not always last; He cannot travel much too fast ; There must he shown a brighter day, Or else lie'll lose the maiden Mav. ' ris whispered, Jiough a modest coon, I le si)eaks of love —does lumdsome June , Though April will be loath to part With May, sh.e"ll .seek a warmer heait. A SF.ASON WITH I'OKrs. IJuilding a chicken coop to-day, And tliough it may not well repay 'Twin answer to amuse. Sjocciilation is not my forte, One lias to pay for wliat of s])ort He may at odd times choosc--^ Though my other wants may tliicken, I'll go now for raising chicken, And never count tlic cost. 7'hose searchinii' all their life for u^old \Vill find true pleasures are not sold, l"or life is tem])est-tossed. A SEASON WITH VOV/VR Intending now to spend a season With some ^^oets, wlio are dear To all who love to read and reason, Though the last may not ai)pear. Most of faults are under cover, What we love, we're apt admire, So, ever)' author is a lover, Success every man's desire. Always care ul in your reading. Never take too much at once ; There's none who are not lessons needing, Yet, we seldom find a dun(x\ m w n iO lOKiaCN i'OKIS. Can you spare of time ami money? Get their works and read them tliroui/h ; Like the bees extracting honey From buds bloss'ming every luie. lORKKiN POETS. V'irtuu hath pain as well as pleasure, Taste is not to be thrown aside, Imagination is a li\el\ ireasure, These things are true, Mark Akenside. Love is the reason of living things, And with it hai)py privilege brings; The i)roof of these are produced daily, W'e must agree with V. J. Bailey. Mrs. Barbauld has passed the strife. And left us beautiful lessons for life ; Her "Dirge" is a pretty piece to sing, Worship is found in '"Ode to Spring." To ih. .' [)ri;r;rose was addressed, Some i)retty words with art in ; Nature's promjjting are the best, Assured by liernard Barton. Never mention " Isle of Beauty !" Could we so forget a duty? FORKIGN POE'IS. II The " First Grey Hair" and "Hark the Strains," Belong to Bailey-Thomas Haynes. Read of " Edwin," the shepherd boy, Who in dreadful storms found joy. 'I'he " Humble Wish " and "Hermit Treaty;" All composed by a James Beattie. Melancholy has got control, Very grave, yet really fair ; In judging them upon the whole. Pronounce them good for Robert Blair. Sleep, little baby, sleep ; Closed thine eyes and little mouthie ; Weep, childless mother, weep ; Mourned, alas ! by Mrs. Southey. "Bamborough Castle," "On The Rhine," William Lyle Bowles are thine. Your evening lingers ; " Time " has smitten "The Cliffs " and one at " Ostend " written. The silver floods glide softly down, As bids his friend and joy farewell ; Sad is the story of ^V^illiam Browne, Although we hope, it ne'er befell. The " Cry of the Children " is sad indeed, " Cowper's Grave " with spirits drowning ; A " Dead Rose " from its drawer freed, Lovely Elizabeth Barrett Browning. ; ' t, til IS T, . lit I' 12 lOkl ICN i'OI'/IS. There is none to niatcli the simple beauty, Natural wit of Scotia's gems ; Of songs that speak each other's duty, And mark the life of Robert Hums. For vividness of thought and life, And verse with s])ur and fire in ; England, always first in strife, May justly honor Hyron. His deep and strong imagination, None dare try to trammel ; The last of all that make a nation, Is pride of Thomas ('ampbell. He came, a real live I^larl, Carlisle, With titles, pomp and in fine style. Niagara Va\h were well surveyed. And peaceful verses from them made. This poet praised the women well. Their virtues he was proud to tell ; Geoffrey Chaucer counsel gave Which, minded, makes a peaceful grave. " An Ode " addressed to the Almighty, For Chatterton had seen affliction ; \Vhile sick in soul could yet extol. Such minds know no restriction. Oft will we stop with youthful glare. To trace the opening beauties strive, FORI'.ICN I'OI'/I'S. Hut it IS said by (3nc John Clare, Not long such joys remain alive. What Piartley Coleridge says is true — She is not fair to outward view, And her worst frowns are sweeter far Than smiles of most of maidens are. I''or him a humble grave was made. With nought of jjomp was in it laid, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, poet, Lives to this day and many know it. Through many a land, in many a nook, The work of the lady, Eliza Cook, Will be remembered, for who will dare To underate our "Old Arm Chair." The " Fireside " by Nathaniel Cotton, Once read wnll not soon be forgotten ; If it is thoroughly understood. All will acknowledge it is good. " I am Monarch of all I survey," William Cowper as author of that : A " Wintery walk at middle of day, Will not, if read, be called flat. Richard Crawshaw, solemn speaking, Rays of Heaven through him leaking ; Lines are read with stifled breath. Less of life and more of death. L^ 1 ii;? St ^:;r 14 KORKKiN I'OK'IS. Cupid, ui)i)crnK).st in rhyme, Here master of it solely, He sings of love most of the time, Does Reverend Georgie Croly. Allen Cunningham is the name To which we call attention, He w^on himself a poet's fame Too lofty now to mention. " Eliza stood on wood-crowned heights," (For women will take lofty flights.) Few callings are, have not a star in, So, made to shine — Erasmus Darwin. Michael Drayton in his " Sonnet " Has a prize and fair has won it. "The battle of Agincourt " is well, And " Coyish love, don't ever tell." Turn to the " Wonders of the Lane," Though the world has not fell yet, None the powers can well disdain Of Ebenezer Elliott. He met her in secret, in the depth of night. Do not judge hasty, it may be quite right ; Ismeal Fitzadam was in love that is certain — No business of ours, so down goes the curtain. If those dear eyes that watch me now Could search the thought within my brain, 1 I'OklUGiN I'OKTS. 15 I'iicyVl kiiuw wIkii I dare not iivow; Serene a tliinker, is Julian l\me. "The IV-rsian," ''The Sun'' ami '''I'he Cloud" betray A restle.'is imagiiiation sure, ]>ut " IJlack-eyed Susan" by John (iay, Is recommended as good to cure. Oliver Goldsmith and his " Village Pastor" Were men that owned not time their master ; 'I'he traveller may go his journey's length, E're Goldsmith's match is found in strength. James Graham to noble thought aspired, 'iVue vvorshij) was what he desired ; Great buildings with their proud devices Often the weak in mind enti' es. There are few of all the human race W'itli such as this man can keep pace ; 1 doubt 'twill be a long, long day, liefore we fmd a Thomas Grey. There will be mothers to lament. And vows will oft be broken. Gerald (Jritifin a message sent That is too true a token. A " Child's first Grief" hard to bear, Felicia Hemans writes full fair ; rhe " Voice of Spring " is welcome sound, And " Home " is always welcome ground. Jii ■ f t L H t I 6 i'OUI-.KJN I'lil/l'S, (Icorgc Herhcrt was ;i virtuous man, He wrote so l)riL!;ht, so cool, so calni, If virtue lasting honors }j;ive, This j)oet's work will always live. James Hogg, the I'Uteriek Slicjjhord, A rather large ecxx'ntrie name — Was a master in a manner, And is not imkown to fame. "The song of the Shirt," "'I'he hridge of Sighs," IJeside many others, arc good, (V)m])osed by a man considered wise, fie is known by name -Thomas Hood. Long, long upon the scales of fate, When others may have thought too late, I-ord Houghton grasped firm his ])en And wrote fair lessons unto men. Leigh Hunt has told a many stor}-. Some for love and some for glory. The one about the lions and glove Shows us that even fools may love. Ben. Johnson gives a defmition Of that monster jealousy, Sets it forth in plain j^osition, Reason must with him agree. If beauty is a joy forever, As pro(^.laimed by John Keats, KOKKKiN I'UI'/rs. i'cvv arc who lunuilc well ilic lever, Many ways this (luestion treats. Time may mar with tremble's traces, N'et love we old familiar faces, I'uunded (Jii some lasting basis, Waiting with patience calm. l'"riendship, lull of haj)py graces, Shall live like (Charles l-amh. Why Rosalind, why thus comj)laining? Does Cupid long to with thee lodge ? Take in the lad and mind his training — A cunning piece by Thomas Lodge. Hail beautious stranger of the grove ! Your songs are fresh and new ; John Logan loved through woods to rove. And sing to th ,' Cuckoo. \\'h(j so rash as seek to cover (Ilories won by Samuel Lover? " The fourdeaved Shamrock,'' truly clever ; " 'Hie Angels Whisper " lives forever. When "Delia" on the plain appears, (leorge Littleton is filled with fears, And though a Lord, and i)owers claim, He battles against the maid in vain. Lord Macauly, a shining star. Hero of " Henry of Navarre," •7 " J -! Mi ''i.k 'ii ■l ic to weary, And })erched itself upon a bust above his chamber door ; Its mission was but to annoy, Already he was void of joy, For he had lost a maiden, whose name was once Lenorc; In vain he asked the Raven, i)ressing, ])ressing for an answer sore, If he might not clasp his maiden In that ha])py, heavenly haidcn. When all on earth to liim was o'er ? But the Raven, mocking only, Speaks a word that sounds so lonely. And in that one word, so spoken. All his hope forever broken, HI n ill .'! ^ y I 24 AMI-IKKA S I'OK'IS. To his soul a dreaded token. Shall I never lii<;her soar ? The Raven answers, nevermore The shadow of a hand, as seen, Upon your sideboard, or your wall, Would not be thought of much to mean, ijut R. H. St )ddard gives it all. Moan ye wild winds, I'ayard Taylor Asked not favor for the sailor. The moaning winds and dreary rain Remind us of our every pain. J. G. Whittier espied one summers day " Maud Miller " raking in a field of hay. And as a judge was riding slowly by Maud gazed with eager, earnest, wishful eye. ** My life is like the summer rose," A pretty piece and nicely styled ; Those who know how this song goes, Remember Richard Henry Wilde. " Better Moments " never chill us But it is said Nathaniel Willis With soldiers' widows sympathized ; Should he for that be catechised ? Samuel Woodsworth owns '' The Bucket," Into his father's well he stuck it ; I[ I. AMERICA S POl'/rS. It hung there until covered with moss, Of historical buckets, this is the boss. The poets rej^rcsented here To many hearts are very dear, Though some are gone, yet some survive Iu)nd memories keej) them all alive, IJut whether here, or over there, On earth, or in a land more fair. We love their writings that remain ; Where there is loss, is sometimes gain, As, when the sun sinks from our sight We miss its warmth, its cheer, and light, Our darkened feelings wc restrain, For why ? We know 'twill rise again. Welcome merry Christmas here, Bring to our hearts a taste of cheer ; May all make thee an honored guest And treat thee with respect the best. Our thoughts will trace out 1 )ves full denr And friends will gather far and near ; May the enjoyment of ('hristmas day The wliole yjar's sorrow melt away. The last of seventy-six is here, And as we part we ])ray That all will end as docs this year, In one cjiand Sabbath Day. 25 :i;^i m ,4 .11 i f'^»,T/ m.i t> ) ./A AWAV ! Sliall mortals speak when Nature smiles ? My tongue refuses to convey; A mind enchanted by her wiles, May lovinglike be led away. Away ! The echo is not heard, ]5ut in a chamber of my heart, 1 feel the flutter of a bird. Whose songs my very soul do start. My charge is, though — not to repeat — A needless one, I have no gift For songs so wondrous clear and sweet, And yet I love their meanings sift. Ah ! yes ; the life we live is blest With that we can but entertain ; There're i)laces where the wearied rest, And joy to list to Love's refrain. Away ! 'Tis sweet thus to be led ; Hope is an all inspiring guide ; Through Nature's walks I softly tread, While flowers bloom on cither side. ! I I : 4 VWi: ( IIKISIiMAS KVI'kCKI'I'.N. If artful hands should over touch My truest, dearest, choicest flow'r, Forgiveness could not come to such. For it would fade within the hour. And as I stayed to watch it die. My Hope would sally from my sight ; Then with my dead love lying nigh, I'd pray for an a[)proaching night. But glad am I, my flower grows Where Art is scarcely known to reach ; And yet, what everybody knows Is hardly worth the while to teach. Lady, with you so shall it be. As Time his onward course shall tread. He'll mark that you may easy see, One life is to another 7ved. And every truthful step you take Will prove, as flies each i)assing day. That Hope with love can for you make A Heaven never far away. THE CHRISTMAS EVERGREEN. Nearly two thousand years ago, A tiny sprout appeared ; T^ IIN( 1,1. JA( . Though for a time its growth was slow, It stands among \is reared. A plant, whose wondrous sjircading roots All kinds of soil does i)ier(e. Its branches bend with healthful fruits Though borne in climates fierce. It changes not its color true, Yet forms a lovely scene ; All peoj)le welcome are to view 'I'he ('hristmas Evergreen. 3 ;:l 1 I m UNCLE J AC. When I call him a man, all may comprehend What is recognized in a staunch and true friend ; When I say he's a hero, my all I will stake I am not deceived as regards Uncle Jac. A vigorous body and an active mind ; A fair guarantee he will not be behind In the struggle of life, determined to take His place in the battle, is brave Uncle Jac. A genial companion, compassionate man, A genuine christian, deny it who can; Just enough of the pride which must be to make A character such as has good Uncle Ja(\ v,ti-;i! r 'I t IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) h 1 L^ :a f/u fA ^ 1.0 I.I 12.0 2.2 li:0 — 6" 1.8 IL2I IIIIIM ill 1.6 <^ '^-r n. / > > ^ V y /^ Photographic Sdences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14SS0 (716) 872-4503 g| O^ KISSKS. I have known him to smile when others have wept, And have known him to give when other have kept; VoY a friend he will bend where others will l/rea/; ; A true sympathizer is dear Uncle Jac. He is not orer rich, but is well to do ; A kind hearted man, to humanity true, Oft as traversing the road by the Lake, I joy in a visit with old Uncle Jac. And often I wish that the world understood How much there is lost of the wholesomest food ; There are hungry hearts which would willing ])artake If more would distribute like old Uncle Jac. KISSES. What is there in a kiss To make a maiden sorrow ? Short lived is the bliss She seems from it to borrow. Are kisses but a token Of vows that soon are broken ? WHiat is there in a kiss That men so highly prize When with a pretty Miss They in their heart despise ? \ KISSICS. Arc kisses used as a tool ? Successful only with a fool. The question may be treated ; There is in kisses beauty, Could they be i)roper meted, It were a wholesome duty, But if we ask a maid betrayed, An answxT will not be delayed. Parents print them on the brow And cheeks of children dear; Lovers practice, knowing how To break the bands of modest fear. Wherein, then, can the rake so prize A kiss ? The answer all surmise. Their meanings numerous are, Conveyancers of love. As pure as brightest star That shines in heaven above ; But covering often bitter hate Which vengeance only can abate. Virtue and truth employ Kisses for artless ends. Finding in them the joy Which does not need amends ; Tiiey also act with base deceit And with betrayers stooj) to treat. So beautiful when good, r i 4 1 ^■| ml m Hi :| HOPE CHILD. As when true lovers meet Words are not understood, Kiss claims the foremost seat. If kisses are not handled well, The saddest stories are to tell. HOPE CHIT/i). What ^erious thought is brought to mind to-day ? A funeral throng are wending slow their way To churchyard on the hill, and mem'ries pave Their footsteps clear, from childhood to the grave A mother dead ; children follow ; sorrow Fills each heart. Looking toward the morrow A blank it seems ; and yet, 'tis hard to bear. Mother lost ? No ! Still, there the vacant chair. Who will pretend to show, but those who know, The feelings of the child as treading slow, Following all of her who patient bore Great sorrows to be happy evermore. Hope, child ! Your mother's love exists. Yonder Vault of Heaven, now a source of wonder Is but the dwelling place of loved ones ; blest Are they who occupy that glorious rest. 4 A DRICAM. From yon dark, dreary clouds, which hide Beauties of the heavenly arch, Snows come, o'er which we gaily glide, And rains to save the earth from parch. So sorrows come to shield the mind From dwindling unconcerned away ; To keep our thoughts the more inclined Toward an everlasing day. 7 A DREAM. I had a hapi)y dream last night, A form and face, radiant with love, Stood by my lonely bed. Her eyes shone out soft, wondrous light ; I asked how came she from above, And this is what she said. Our Father in Heaven, the King, Looked down on the Earth he had made, Saw unhappiness here, He called His Angels to sing Their dearest song, and He bade Those round the Throne to hear. With accord, the Angelic throng Sang praises and thanks to The King ; The Spirits near the throne If i!- cS A DUI'-.AiVl. Were blest in the beautiful song, Our Home with hosannas did ring, O ! How the Glories slione 1 The Angels, encouraged now, In their song, Earth's affections ])lead, And to The Throne drew near ; With trembling wings their heads did bow^ J)y Hope inspired, these words He said, My Angels, do not fear. What would you for those creatures done ? Your wishes I would have you speak ; My Messengers who stand Around me, wait. My pleading son Earth's happiness does ever seek. Now what shall I command ? With but one voice the Angels spake, And thus the Great One did request With Charity and Hope : Let us go down to Earth and break Glad tidings ; tell how came we blest, For they in darkness grope. One wave of hand, two bright forms stood Before The King, with graceful mien, Anxious their Lord to please. I will, no longer Earth shall brood, Conduct those who have sorrows seen To all who sorrow sees. car ; )W IC 1? )od se. A hRI.AiM. Go ! Heavcii's blessing you attend ; My Angels, I now accjuicsce; Go tell the love I bear The world ; your King shall be their Friend, Whose love if they will but possess, Shall them a crown prei)are. The Hosts of Heaven thankful bent Their Angel forms, as finished He, Then near The Kin^j arose The pleading one ; with sweet accent He added, give them love from me. 'Twas Christ, who feels and knows. And so my child, your mother stands Beside your lonely bed to-night To tell you of the joy. That waits you m that better land ; O, it's so pure, and sweet, and bright, I want you there, my boy. Myriads of wings are in the air, Searching loved ones through the Earth, To show them how they may Re born to worlds all free from care. Your love shall fill at the last birth. She heard ; and went away ! I know though why she left me so ; I'd have begged her stay till dawn, And she'd more work to do. 10 IWORHYMIO. Others there are, she loves. 1 know, Is why she was so quickly gone. Mothers are wondrous true. BERHYME. The birds seek out congenial climes And find the comfort there "That is refused. 'Tis so with minds VVhich will not nurse despair. Is man, with God's own image blest. Less free than they, in truth ? Forbid. Old age will bring the rest, That is not found in youth. The plant that flourishes, then dies, Has not the power to speak. Or we might learn, without surprise, Of souls we should not seek. All feathered tribes, all creeping things, All beasts which man may name, To the Creator honor brings; Does man but offer shame ? Endowed with faculty to love, With gifts from the Divine, With thoughts to soar from Earth above, With power to yearn and pine ! K^-'. DUKFKklN. II Oh manl go learn from Nature's God, To be content, and know The i)aths are bare your parents trod, And scarce a weed may grow. DUKFERIN. Oreat men liave lived among us, many hours have s])ent, Often vain endeavor, their zeal we may commend ; Vet failed they to i)roduce, w^ell as may have been meant. The substances that make the universal friend, Which cometh not through rank, or titled names alone , But sympathetic hearts, where goodly seed has grown. What heart is not illumined, -'is memories bright Bestir the mind, and cheer the brain with precious thought? Or soul not borne to higher aim, when urged its fligiVi) By spirit — sprung from castle high, or humble cot — Is in its motive pure, and in its strength sublime ? Though such may rest on earth its Master is not Time. When tongues controlled by sym})athy for all do speak, Who is so wise as not to listen and attend ? Who such a fool as not their fullest meanings seek, Or who so independent, not to need a friend ? Among earth's children few are they who learn to trace The secret springs of love which brighten human's face. I).- if 'n ' , 12 \i\:\\ isric. When those whom we have truly learned to love, depart, Like shadows, heralding the dark approaching, night So gloomy sorrows come, and, creei)ing o'er the heart, Its windows (^lose, 'till Ho])e within lets in the light And whispers to our souls— regrets and sighs are vain ; Who makes the Sun to rise will bring them hack again. IB ; ' !!i REALISTIC. Through life we will have cause to grieve, 'Tis best ; for when we do receive, We joy the more, and for my part I own at times a hungry heart. For happiness is not secured Where misery must be endured ; When absence makes hearts grow fonder Loves, of course, are apt to wander. I speak of worldly things, but mind. Some day we leave them all behind, And then our souls from trouble freed Will find the rest God has decreed. From what is mortal, it is clear All troubles are enacted here; Greed, passion, appetite, desire. On earth flourish ; never higher. 10 MRS. — PARA[)ISK. 'Tis such cause the soul to sorrow, Hope for brighter, hai)[)ier morrow ; Su("h looking cannot all he vnin "Twas Ciod's at first, 'twill l)o again. >:> ':< I^H TO MRS. TARADISK. Maggie, I scarce know what to say To you, on this your wedding day ; Still, something i)rompts me with a word That whispers, pleading to he heard. AVhat that word is, you can but know, But a visitor here below. Its home is Heaven, high above ; Poor human's reach, we call it Love. My fancy pictures it a bird. Whose chirp through icy winter heard : Defies the storms in life we meet. And makes the victory more complete. When Spring arrives with sunny face. And Summer musters all its grace ; Some birds that with their dress deceive, When Autumn comes, prepare to leave. Then, we may gather from the jwst, Some happiness, but will it last ? 14 i;| COUNCIL ADJUS'IKI). I answer no, and why ? forsooth ; Because il was not lasting truth. 'I'ruc, unpretentious birds of snow, Will hover near when tenii)ests hlow ; 'I'hey are indeed fitting token, Of affection never broken. Anotlier l)ird, of noble kind, Its iianie you will have cause to inind, Like higher minded souls, it Hies Against the winds — 'tis Paradise. Maggie, I won't attempt disguise, The truth that hinderances rise ; l>ut winter's stormiest, fiercest days, Does never drown the Snow Bird,s praise. When tired and weary, you've a place, That many try to reach through grace ; There you shall joy and sing and rest, Not many, Maggie, are so blest. COUNCIL ADJUSTED. Wise men at a table sitting, sitting stern-like in their chairs, Undertaking to do battle, battle for a country's cares ; Every nerv: is strained for duty, COUNCll, A I )J lis II I). 15 l-'ach one anxious for siu:h booty As may be found within such s])here, The (juantity is not made clear, I lilt greatest good is oft derived J)V throwing selfishness aside : And while men are earnest toiling, toiling for iheir neighbor's good, Pots of strife should not be boiling, f(>r it is unwhok'soir.e food. Men of letters often differ ; differ why ? we know the cause ; It is one of Nature's maxims. Maxims? no! but gnmd- est laws ;— All can learn from one another, No man lives the truth to smother : It is for this Councils have met To learn, decide and not forget To credit each with what is due, Though each may have of talents, few ; Oreat ideas sometimes linger ; linger where none care to look. Few would care L.ife's Novel finger wxtc there no end to the Book; Right over wrong ought have dominion, We cannot all hold one opinion, There is disease that has no cure. Rich men are very often poor, There's nothing just that is not clear, Good counsel will not come severe. 1 ■■ ')' V' 1.-; ^ i i 1 i 1 ' ; \ ;. 1 ■■ 1 i J ■ 1 1 ■ 1 ':» i 1 ^ :| 1,1 i6 SPRING. The fault of this — our day — is spurning What does not come of college learning, And failing to improve the teaching That is not found in common preaching. SPRINC;. When the Sun, growing warm and bright, Sheding its strong and lustrous light, Through valleys, over hill and plain, Seeming in all its glory vain. Then the winged airy host does sing Their joyous songs, and welcome Spring. When the trees and the shrubs are freed, From Winter's frost and icy greed ; Decked are their branches with the green, Presenting artless, modest mien, Their fluttering voices to us bring, Sweet music, for they welcome Spring. When emblems of delicious fruits, Appear in form of buds and shoots, And when the earlier seeds are sown. All Nature then has warmer grown And yields to joy, impulse mingling. Creative power is found in Spring. When the storm of sorrow is past, 5* iii 4 •JX) A IJARWINISI". Thougli keen we may have felt Its blast, Our hearts with joy again renewed, • Our minds in pleasant ho})es imbued; Then we the merry anthem ring, And earnestly we welcome Spring. When dark, depressive season ends, Though we may count some less of friends, Yet feel we southed; the tyrant's chain J vies at our feet, now broke in twain; VVe joy in freedom, so may sing. Welcome each relieving Spring. 17 i TO A DARWINIST. If man is but a beast at best. As you do argue, let us test. And see if we can trace your kind, We may some great ancestoi find. You won't object, since you believe That what you have you did recc ive From non-intelligent sources, As hogs, or shee]), bulls, or horses. As you believe in progress, so We will commence at ix)ints below; Now as I survey your figure, In your faith I'm growing bigger. •;.l I ft i 1 'i n i8 rO A J>ARWIN1S'I", Those feet and legs of your's, I own, Have similar to baboons, grown ; lUit if such argument must stand, How came you in this northern land ? Your trunk is rounded like a log, Your chops are flat, but could a hog Be trained to eat as you're able ? Truth is often found in fable. ! Your shoulders, arms and clumsy paws, 1 )oes certainly uphold your cause ; I am coming to the opinion. Over su("h man holds dominion. m Surveying close your ears and head, My mind is filled with brutish dread, That men have for their relation, Those who are below in station. But whether bi or quadruped, I am not settled on that head ; Part of you is like the monkey. Part resembles well the donkey. I cannot with you now bewail. The loss of hairy hide and tail, Between the kinds draw out a line. Then you may find your Valentine. s:i jiiixjiNc;. WHILE AWAY. If to be good, is to be true, When you are far away ; Then count me good and helj) me through To your returning day. If 'tis to miss a loving face And long for one full dear ; Deep in my heart the good I trace, But, O ! it fails to cheer. If it is for to wish and hope, To trust, to sorrow, joy; To yearn and with strong passion cope ; I will be a good boy. I am lonely when you leave me, If 'tis only for a day; Absence cannot else but grieve me Darling ; hurry back, I pray. I am selfish thus in speaking ; Sweet, forgive me when I say, In your absence love is leaking ; Darling, hurry back, I pray. 19 m M '.' if JUDGING. Let no man undertake the right To judge a fellow sinner ; ll I i 20 JUDGING. All are led by different light, And God will name the winner. Judij;e not your brother, lest )ou be In error found at last ; Who can into the future see ? Or, who erase the past ? Bold men do undertake to show They only can do well, Who take the path themselves do go, And others lead to hell. If all were rather more inclined To see what there is good Among others ; the selfish mind Might then be understood. Man, in a self-conceited state, Is but the Devil's tool. Sums can be figured without slate, Or any regular rule. l^et he who judges other men First know himself is pure, A man may have a first rate pen, And still write very poor. Let he among you without sin, Be first to cast the stone — Not one dare try the honor win For self to each was shown. I i. CHARl'IY. If necessary, we are bound To judge each other here ; The law has never yet been found Applied to higher sphere. The man who judges another soul, Assumes a foolish part ; One who condemns should know the whole, A reader of the heart. 21 -J! I'i CHARITY. If Charity were pleased to dwell Where arrogance is taught ; The world might of its virtue sell, But none is ever bought. If Charity proclaims a fault, 'Tis for the owner's ejood ; We cannot season without salt, And so we count it food. If Charity wore diamonds bright. Just to draw attention ; We soon would tire of such a sight, Her name would lose mention. If Charity was not in life, The weak would suffer sore ; i1f ri i ^1 22 CHARirV. The strong would fall in bitter strife, To reach a friendly shore. If Charity would only smile Upon the rich and great, Beggars would find not worth the while To linger near their gate. If Charity were not a friend To all that God has made, The Devil would pay dividend. Because of increased trade. Charity has more lovely traits Than any other grace With Faith and Hope for sister mates All that is good she'll trace. Charity excels all of good In other graces known ; If this is rightly understood, The proofs are easy shown. Hope will raise a lofty banner, Tlie air may fill with cheers — Disappointment chills the manner, Hope's followers are fears. Faith is strong where all is pure, But sacred is such spot ; While earthly failings do endure, Faith without work is naught. /■I ' ;^* •^■i--"ij- "prr ■ ANONYMOUS. C^harity goes plainly arrayed, Pride wears a costly gown, Poor Modesty is half afraid To don her pretty crown. Charity never will desert, Love bears no restriction, Pity is vain and foolish flirt. Truth will blend with fiction. 23 III! i:- i. ANONYMOUS. Withhold from me the boon I ask, I will roam with a heart downcast ; Grant it, nor count a heavy task, Your are my first, my all, my last. Look not for faults so oft ; for my Poor nature harbors many such ; If there is good, seek it, do try ; My darling, do I ask too much ? If so, excuse me ; inasmuch, Contempt from you I cannot stand, If those sweet lips I may not touch, Refuse me not your kindly hand. Of all the sweets this world affords, None are so precious, love, as thine ; ■ll II IP ir A] is I !fi If ' - I ' ( (■ A I 24 KVKNTUAM.V. When hearts in sym])aLhy accords The love produced is nigh divine. I own at times I flattery use, But not to one so true. Forsooth My trouble is the words to choose Wherein I may convey the truth. Be true to you ? In truth I will, Then let your heart in peace be still ; If with me life you count complete, Keep sacred in your heart, my seat. Be true ! I promise ; what say you ? Without you, I am nothing too. EVENTUALLY. Were it not for you and the children, wife I never could ask to stay ; Above and beyond is a purer life, And waiting to lead the way Is a form in white among angels bright, Earth loves in Heaven's array, Death is but a change, and I believe, wife, God knows what for us is best ; Too weak to fight on in unequal strife, We ought be thankful for rest; A'r'f nil! I.E. 25 Ikit the tear drops flow for those who I know Must now be dangerous pressed. The world with its life, is a i)uzzle, wife, We may not thoroughly know ; There are trials with truths that death only soothes, And joys which mingle with woe ; But thought that is born in Eternity's morn, In purest channels must flow. No tainting of blood, nor passion to flood. No jealousies to contend ; No bodily wants, nor hateful-like taunts. No doubt of firmness of friend, So loves of the Earth should joy in the birth Of happiness without end. BIBLE. Knowledge of good and evil gained Through Eve — our father Adam's wife ; — If she had from the fruit refrained. We all might lived a purer life. Or if she from the tree of life Had taken too and gave to him ; Death would have given up the strife, Now both are conquerors, death and sin. .. imm.ii!fmfr.,^vswm ; ) ! I ft' !{ : 1 26 mm 1:. But God has i)lantcd in our breast Hoi)L' that when from I .arth wc sever, In glorious Edens we may rest, Eat of the tree and live ever. And life is love ; 'tis but the sting Of death that causes mis'ry here, Sin to our mind does sadness bring, Beyond the grave we look for cheer. What'er is good, is understood By all who have ])artaken ; What does this teach, but all may reach, No soul should feel forsaken. But joy to know that here below, Are many hours of pleasure ; And when we leave wc shall receive Far more than we can measure. The truth is well to know and feel, But at times should not be spoken— We enclose value with a seal, By the owner to be broken. And even should no argument Be found within verses above ; The bow of Bible tru<-h is bent, Straights is it arrow — perfect love. For jealousy, the first-born Cain, . _ ^ Did meditate how he might slay ., ^ IJIHLK. His brother Abel ; cursed stain, Demoralizing souls to-day. A pilot to the darkest crime ; Deceit and lies follow its path; A monster from the first of time ; Defying an Almighty's wrath. 'Twas jealousy that caused Cain, Grow in anger to his brother ; At last to kill ; was he insane ? Jealous passion virtues smother. But the Almighty God, most High, Although he punished Cain full hard. Did not condemn the man to die, Or for a life offer reward Yet poor presumptuous mortals take The life that God gave unto man, And plead excuse — for morals sake. JusUce should seek another plan. Because, if one by passion led. Kills another, that's not to say That courts can kill ; for all have read "Revenge is mine — I will repay." Only He has the right to claim The life He gave. Man should not touch. Gods law's are good ; but men are vain, And undertake to do too much. 27 i •it i I' .1 ! T^" .; 28 DIOCI.ARATIONS. (Jod has an eye for the beautiful ; (witness his forma- tions and creations.) He views our lives as we view the garments we wear, seeing in them a necessity for the dark as well as the lighter colors. Who could endure continually in the heat and lii^lu of the Sun ? Is not the shade cool and refrcshiiiij; ni times ? The throne of Virtue cannot be destroyed. She is no usurper. Her right is clear. She emanated from the first. Her progenitor is God ; therefore as the world and all Nature are ruled by a Heavenly Monarch, so shall vicu continue to be subject to Virtue. In many of the world's !)attles the conquered are not the lesser heroes. God never gave hmiself wholly away to man, or allow ed His wisdom to be so disributed ; but there are men. who, in tneir pernicious conceit, have constituted them- selves His judges here, and assume an infinite know- ledge of his intentions hereafter. God has spread out his wonderful Book before us, and himself turneth the leaves thereof, into which every mortal may look, and seeing the truth, become solemnly and hopefully impressed. During a life of struggle, wherein I have made many mistakes, I have never looked for mercy among men, Lovi;. 29 nor do I expect — when death shall drop the curtain on the last scene — that I will receive any real sym[)athy from the world's criticisms; but 1 know where to l(;ok for l)oth. If, after my decease, any man or set of men should pretend to condemn me to an unha])py future, tell them I have a|)i)ealed to a higher Court. I ered are not LOVE. Love is the highest book in the school of Nature, but few of her scholars become efficient. Love cannot be Ukened to gold ; it may be lavishly distributed without impoverishing the giver. They who give bountifully of love will be reimbursed by a Divine hand. Worldly riches are obtainable only through device, while purest thoughts pilot love. The air that surrounds the thrones of earthly Kings [and rulers is filled with the flattery of courtiers ; but the ■Almighty is seen through mists of love and His closest : attendants are purified Spirits. Love is not found among Earth's treasures ; it is too W: .1 vn. ' 'CV^ "nm » i f f I ;! ■ 1 1 if N- - .> O I'U V. great to be so concealed ; its dazzling lustre would blind the selfish eye. There are various kinds of love professed. Beware of i^ross imitations. The genuine /rade mark is easily noted; it is not so/d. Those bountifully supplied with love are favored uf God, for He is love. PITY. Pity is younger than Love ; pretty but delicate ; not strong enough to venture any great distance without sup- port. Alone in her weakness she is not receivable. Indolent and selfish people prefer her company, knowing her lack of energy and activity. Easily persuaded, she is often found astray. She may be mistaken for Charity, by those not thoroughly acquainted ; and is cunning enough not tu correct the mistake, unless she surmise that proof will be called for— at which time, she will, with necessary humility, suddenly collapse. ' r. "avored of Neveitheless she is capalilc of stimulating, to a certain degree, those who pretend to suHer. Is a close student of theories which cannot be put into practice. ^ vShc fain would be known as a friend, but is too much bound up in self to stand a friendly test. She has not enough energy in her whole character to keep in good repair any one virtue. ii DEBT. Most of mankind — financially speaking — may be, and probably are, honest ; but too often ignore the debt of gratitude they oive to the Great Supplier of all, and forget to pay respect due to their fellow men. The mightiest nations struggle against accumulating debt ; can any say Heaven owes aught ? If any man boast of his non-indebtedness, let him open the Book of Nature ; therein he may find accounts against him which will tax all his resources to pay. They who have succeeded in going through life with- out cheating or defrauding their neighbor have done good, and ought be commended; l)ut those v/ho have a 32 AI'HOKISMS. been strictly honest with themselves have done greater good and will be rewarded. If men by force collect trivial, though lawful, debts, here, how much mercy may be expected when their account is presented hereafter ? A shrewd man will study to owe as little as possible in this world ; the knowledge of a wise man sheweth him much farther. APHORISMS. Knowledge is a. true pilot, and keeps the channel uf life. Not through force or popular opinion do we reach the right, but by calm reasoning and a faithful looking up. A scandal hunter is as much to be shunned as a thief, and should receive less of pity and more of contempt. We cannot be too guarded as to encouraging the ac- quaintance of a suspicious j^erson, as such people mis construe your every action, and imagine they see within some bad motive. Impudence was master of ceremonies at the burial of shame. APHORISMS. ^-^ Modesty, in her effort to conceal virtues, is often frustrated ; she is confused for the moment, consequent- ly becomes conspicuous. No true women will play on the passions of men to secure their respect, nor carry the cloak of deceit; unless it be to co^ .r the faults of those she loves. Those who feed on the faults of others, are partaking of poisonous food; and will become a prey to the most repugnant of all diseases. Men should not i)ut that amount of energy into their business that would tend to deprive them of a thoughtful and happy appreciation of Home. 'j Fashion cares little for comfort, yet she delights in a cushioned pew. Envy is neither good nor beautiful, but she insists on occupying an ornamental seat. Charity is honored in Heaven ; without her the Earth were a desert home ; she tarries here seeking not her own comfort, but in alleviating others' pain. %\ W ■ M le burial of fTT NOTE. ■ i I scarcely know whether the charge of plagiarism could properly be brought against me or not. The only reason I have for thinking it could not, is, that I have never yet seen the book called "Black Crook," nor any person who ever did, as I know of, until "Greppo" was completed. I witnessed the play in St. Catherines, De- cember 2oth, 1878, and there is where the idea came from, though there is no attempt to follow the tale, as played, closely. 1 m w " llc.-kvcii fr'.iii ,ill crcilurcs hide tli-. [»»,]< .if I-ate, All but tliL- [laifc sul)scril)i;(l, their present state." -I'Ol'L. G EE P P O ; — OR- THE MYSTIC QUEEN Black Crook, comrade of the devil, Delighted in dark scenes revel ; His servant Greppo, bound in fear. Saw nothing in such life tu cheer ; He longed for a true bill of fare — So scant was food he lived on air ; Hungry ever, he cursed the day He owned the Black Crook's fearful sway, And vowed to leave the devil's home The first good chance he got to roam. 'Twas all no use ; the staff of Crook Most all of his attention took. Often he begged for food, but no ; The devil joyed in Greppo's woe. One night the old infernal king Sent word to Crook, Oe])jjo to bring. OklClMH). "Oh! master, don't, don't take uie there,"' Cried Greppo, in tone of despair. '• What, disobey ?'' down came the staff — Fain never yet produced a laugh. " ril go." " Oh, Lord ! what awful smell !" Said Greppo, as he neared hell. Old Satan met them at the gate. With all the show of King in state. Said Greppo, " Master, I will wait For your return, and don't stay late ; I will not stray, no, master, no ; But in there I don't want to go." " Rebellious fool !" cried the Black Crook. (Now Greppo's frame with terror shook.) They passed in. Old Satan gazed On that spare form, and was amazed. " Too weak to work, too poor to burn ; He can't stay here — he must return." " Oh, please, your Majesty, that's so ; Well fed, I couldn't help but grow ; I'm starved — that is just the matter; I'll come again, when I get fatter." " Well," Satan said, "I'll send you back With Crook, and follow close his track ; I've got sharp work for both to do ; Those in my service must be true." " Oh, yes, your Honor, Grep. replied ; " In serving Crook, I've nearly died ; But, plea«5e, sir, urge him, I entreat, !■ r 1 W ! M !i ■ i ;l. (IKI'-l'I't). To procure more for me to eat." *' All right," said Satan, "come what will, I'll see that you shall have your fill." " O, thanks, dear sir," Greppo repeated ; " With your permit, will I be seated." Old Satan now made Black Crook stand, And in bold voice did him command : " Go to one Rudolph, now in chains ; Speak thus : ' I will relieve your pains ; If you consent to act my will. Your purse with diamonds I will fill.' Nay, more, say : ' I'll your love restore, And point you out a golden shore.' He'll shrink from you at first, but mind, To gold and love he'll be inclined , At last he'll yield — then set him free ; His entrance here would welcome be. Point him then to the land of gold ; Once he's started, the rest is told : Worship of women^ gold andfa7?ie^ Is secret how I came to reign. Let Greppo serve this young man through, He will be glad get rid of you ; Let both go down in seas of death. You hear now : waste not idle breath." * * * * Now Rudolph was an artist young. Who to a goodly maid had sung The songs of love. A rival came. ill '[ I (iREl'l'O. Who llourisliod high sounding name ; A Count, who boasted of his worth, Of titles, land and noble birth ; Too much for one, who came of earth, Brought on this joyous couple dearth. With gold nnd flattery, he bought /Ml those from whom advice she sought. So, lover-like, they took to flight. One cloudy, moonless, summer night. Paid hounds were soon upon their track, O'ertook, and forced the lovers back. Mankind^ chiselled proper^ will Smallest kind of positions fill ; Tempered well, make but a tool, — There's feiv exceptiofis to this rule. Rudolph was bound at once in chains ; But hope is balm for many pains. •X- •X- Greppo o'erheard those devils plot. And he resolved not to be caught ; If Rudolph would but feed him well, He'd try and steer him clear of hell. Black Crook his staff did fiercely stamp, And bade poor Greppo once more tramp. " Yes, master, yes ; don't use me rash ; You know," said he, "I want some hash." Crook raised his staff, but Greppo plead. And promised not to ask for bread ; He dared not speak his thoughts aloud, i !i : f ii If i" 1 I. i ! ; i* I i< ' 'f CRl-.IM'O. But, inwardly, revenge he vowed. They sought the castle of a Count ; By some mysterious way did mount The walls that dosed poor Rudolph in. Black Crook's face wore a hideous grin. They trod the way to Rudolph's cell ; liefore them doors turned, bars down-fell. They found the prisoner chained fast. With spirits terribly downcast. He hears their steps, and turning, spies A pair of devilish, ugly eyes. Black Crook these words to him did si)eak: " I came your freedom but to seek." l^ut it was just as Satan said, Rudolph starts back, as if afraid. Then Black Crook asks, "Why shrink you so ? Would you your lovely maid forego ?" The Crook has touched his weakest spot. Speaks Rudolph : "Know you, devil, aught Of her, and is she yet the wife Of him, the Count ?" " My life ! my life ! Young man, be not so rash ; believe, Black Crook came not you to deceive. The girl is free as yet. Comply With my terms, live ; refuse, you die. The Count, who shut you in this place. Means she no more shall see your face ; He long for her consent has tried ; Her relatives have all complied, 1.' ^ ( RKI'I'O. And soon his gold will buy the bride, 'I'hen throw off all your foolish pride, And haste with me to coincide. I'll for you out a way i)rovide ; My servant here will be your guide, And i)oint you where a boat is tied, With which you i)leasantly shall glide By caves and nooks in mountain side. Here is a ring which if you wear, Believing in, will show you where Diamonds are hidden, beauties rare. I charge you answer ; — how, beware." " Rudolph say yes," Greppo puts in; " It can't be such an awful sin. If you stay here you'll get as thin As me, and then you'll never win. As much for me as for yourself, A sight once more of pantry shelf Would all my inward soul delight, Say yes ; I'll see you through all right. Consider your deportment, man. And help yourself whene'er you can ; Accept this offer for my sake ; Then for a restaurant we'll make." Rudolph accepts, and from the Crook The ring and purse of gold he took. " Now, go." The devil grins, and they it Are speeding fast upon Ha, ha !" laughs Crook their way. a u the boat shall bear I ri ■I'i 1 h 1 •: ! ;, I 1:1 ^ ''1'. ' '■ ' ':i ='l ~t- t---i I tS (;ki';i'i'C). You to the devil's lowest lair ; Breathe fast, each one a golden breath ; Make haste, the river leads to death. Love unrestrained^ and pride^ and goldy Has many a dark^ dark story told. Ambitious man ! thy doom is known ; Satan smiles from his fiery throne." m ♦ It % Meanwhile Rudolph and Oreppo went The way their master had them sent. But once out of the Black Crook's sight, Greppo Complained of being light. " Let's first," said he, "secure some dinner ; 'Twill give you strength, that you may win her. When there's a chance, I'd be a sinner To go on growing poor and thinner. You have, you know, a purse of chink, And I'm so hungry; only think! Something to eat, and then a drink, We'll travel to the river's brink. And Rudolph, if you use me well, A story to you I will tell; I'll help you cheat that son of hell, For forcing me with him to dwell." " All right, poor Greppo, stay with me ; You'll plenty of provision see. Before we farther go, we'll feast ;" (A creaking wagon ought be greased). An eating house was found near by ; , . m. mw "P-wtif.piiull. iiHigii^K^iiiii .1 ly j ii_ | ^^^^^f^^mm^C^^*- W"^ !▼ V Twcj uiorLal;; laccil a muUuu pic ; It vanished suon ; llicy ordered more; J.ooks of surprise the waiter wore. ilow much they ate, I will not tell ; There was not, though, much more t .) sell When those two left. The hill was ])aid, And (ire{)j)o was some larj,er made ; He grateful felt, and dispossessed Of fear, he felt within his breast Desire to aid his comrade, j)ressed liy enemies, too strong to test. Now, (jrepi)o, though of late a tool, Was far from what is kown as fool ; Black Crook had been to him a school, As we will fmd by study cool. ***** Many a mile through forest glen, Travelled two now hoj)eful men. Greppo had shown of common sense, Which won of Rudoph, confidence; And so he asked to have undone The story which is here begun. "There are rich caves, as iJlack Crook told ; Where, //le sea'et is not unrolled; Fairies, they say, have oft been seen Gliding adown the river's stream ; Some have chose to follow their track, But never yet has one come back ; Atid men, intent to rolf t/iose cairs. * i! i t| •^ i L t i ' ' i ■ ■' MP if* ■ 1 , >J Pji: irbl :^ !■ I':' lo «;Ki:i'i'(). Follow the river to their }:^raves. Black Crook knows well the end of all Who into his foul traps do fall." " Why go we on, then ?" Rudolph cries. Said (irei)po, "I've for you surprise; 'Tis this : Black Crook was once as young As you, and he, too, loves song sung To maid as bright, and free, and pure, As ever trod the earth, I'm sure. See, near that slightly rising ground, Yet half enclosed by ivy round, And just beyond yon graceful bend, A river its quiet way doth wend. It must be true ; this is the spot. Where stood the happy hunter's cot. See, Rudolph, see ! Now am I sure That truth may come from source impure. Until this hour my future course Was not made clear, for doubt would force Itself upon me ; now, 'tis plain Our suffering has not been in vain. As poison lurks in wholesome food : From even devils may come good. Around this now neglected plot. There has been cultured happy thought. Let us sit here, some I have seen, I'll tell, and from you nothing screen, That for your welfare, ought be told. Of life and death, of love and gold. GRKPI'O. Above the ruins thcit round us lie, Once, in the years that hurried by ; A hunter built a cosy home, Loving the forest depths to roam. His sole companion was a child, A daughter ; like the flowers wild She grew, neglected was by art, While nature done her lavish part. I cannot here exact describe ; Memories have so oft belied ; 'Twas but a picture ; such a face I never knew a form to grace, Suffice to say, from what 1 saw, Among the features, not a flaw Could well be found ; such hjvliness I have nv. t language to express. Hunter father, and daughter fair, Must have known joy on earth is rare ; A quiet freedom^ unresti-ained^ For which the world is not much fauicd. \ Few visitors were theirs ; perchance, Some hunter bold, his skill enhance. Would venture farther than his wont, And find the hunter's cabin front. One eve, the sun was nearly down, A young man from the distant town. Who'd lost his way, through love of sport, Was startled by a gun's rejiort. Direct from whence had come the sound, 1 1 fi in;:. 'I '^ i' !f He soon was speeding o'er the ground. And coming to the hunter's cot, A welcome from the inmates got He thanked them in a gentle way Informed them how he cam 2 to stray. And hoped their kindness to repay, Perhaps at no far-distant day. Said the hunter, ' We're glad to please A stranger, who is ill at ease. Our life is one of quiet cheer, Few are who care to venture here.' That night beside a cheerful fiiC, Before time came to rest retire. The young man to himself confessed Of something lately he possessed, The forest-maid had touched a chord, That in his bosom did afford Music he never yet had known ; In other words, the seed was sown, From which have many heart-pains grown ; Lo7'e net'^r can act ivell the drotie^ Less skilful than the busy bee In gathering sweets from poison tree^ To quick return himself committed^ Anxiety, relish outwitted. Early in the morn of morrow, P'ull of thought, akin to sorrow ; The hunter to him pointed out The shorter and the surer route. I %\: GREl'PO. With chOvSen words, he gave the girl A handsome ring, full set with pearl. She thanked him with that modest wit, That only purest mortals Jit. He engaged to some time renew The visit, as he bade adieu. Perhaps 'tis well you know the name Of him who to this dwelling came ; 'Twas Henri, brother to the same. With whom we now are having game. Of family proud they would not brook Be baulked in what they undertook. The present Count was but a child, When Henri was a gallant wild. ;|( :|< Ji« »j< ^ A few months past, Henri once more Admitted was at hunter's door; This time with him an artist came. Who had not yet won artist fame. These two though very much unlike, Had learned an intimacy strike ; Together with the brush and gun. They oft had double pleasure won. And so it came, Henri revealed Unto the artist, where was sealed, By forest depths, a wondrous scene, The hunter's home beside the stream. Not many days had there been spent, Ere Henri strongly did rcjicnt n * ■wm:.';femmmmmr ii ! I. 14 (]RKPi'a. The artist's presence ; soon he saw. What triuuipJis, over form and laic* The artist s freer nature wrou^ht^ What Henri niethodistic sought; He saw the artist's love returned, And in his bosom passion burned. He struggled hard for to repress Thought full of revengefulness ; ' And often with tlie hunter went In search of game and heart-ease bent. But jealous) \ accompanying pride ^ Is sure to take a lengthy ride ; To Henri bettered not his state ; Reason was dispossessed by hate. •^ * -^ * Meanwhile, the artist skilful drew A ])icture, beautiful and true, Of her from whom he learned to know Of brightest gems in crowns below. In leisure hours, among the trees, l.ove whispers came with every breeze ; Hearts fluttered, like leaves overhead. Fear will ?tot live if Hope be dead, Down and along the river's bank, Was scene of many luckless prank ; There Cupid did a tale impart. And there exchanged a heart for heart. The maiden told her father all ; He, knowing some day he must fall GREl'1'0. Before death's sickle, gave consent ; Two hearts were therehy made content. Henri seemed yet to be their friend, He did so well j^assion contend : Hard was the battle that he waged, Such tempest scarcely can be caged. The time the visitors had set For their return came with regret. Duty will sometimes lovers sever, But hope imist always be the lever. 'Twas understood the artist should Return as soon as e'er he could; The maid now dear to him as life Was then to take the name of wife. When Henri saw the maiden wore Another ring, his heart was sore ; Unable to resist, gave way ; Revengeful thought his mind did sway. For jealousy had drove him mad ; From this, my story is full sad. Confessio7i ought be projnptly inade^ Or else forgiveness is delayed. Who cJioose and relish ivell deceit., Subsisting are on poisoned meat. Some surfaces, when over sweet .^ Hide hearts that are not Jit to eat. But love sees deej) ; the maid discerned The passion that in Henri burned ; She for her lover's safetv vearned. 15 i6 cKi'.i'i'u. And told him what she lately learned. He partially dispelled her fear ; //o/>d will not efitcrtain things drear. Hearts ivould not beat^ ivithout the cheer That emanates from ether clear. The dread hour came, the lover's pledge Renewed was at the forest edge ; Henri &aw all, by hate deranged. From *man into a demon clianged. A marksman sure, his rille raised, 1 rom out its barrel, death-fire blazed, A bwift, unerring bullet si3ed, The ariisi by his love fell dead. A .-.nriek ; .!■' ' ore its echo died, Henri was by the maiden's side ; While she in agony endured. The picture painted, he secured. He then upbraided her with scorn ; *' The man," said he, "must yet be born Who dares to r.ross my beaten path ; Your love is victim to my wrath." ' Go, murderer, go," the maiden cries, ' Your hellish laugh, your soul belies ; But know, love kindled never dies ; 'Tis firtn as sun in yonder skies. Methinks, already in your face, 1 see what never will erase. Devil ! I could not wish you worse ; In letters plain I read the curse. CRI'KPO. Take back the ring you gnve, ere hate Had brought you to such fearful state, Aye, shrink, a coivard heart ivWiiti^ Is the prompt Nemesis for sin. My love lies dead, but better far, To die, than live as you now are. No light to cheer your darkened soul, Nor hope to point you to the goal. My father comes ! fly, devil, fly. Your punishment is not to die , Living remorse is yours, now go. And live to find the de])ths of woe.' The sharp report, the maiden's shriek, The hunter heard, and came to seek The cause. He saw his child bereaved. The dead, and he who them deceived. When Henri saw the hunter near, Possessed of dread and frenzied fear, Began reload his murderous gun. Toward the woods in haste did run ; Before he reached his cover, stopped, And suddenly to earth he dropped ; The hunter's bullet found his frame, And partially destroyed his game. While on the ground a deadly hall He fired, and saw the hunter fall, And heard the agonizing cry. As crawled into the woods near by, There bound his wound — a shattered knee- '7 ' o!' > • m- l8 ORKI'PO. And as he could went hurriedly. Uj) to this day few are who know Where lives the cause of all this woe. The artist's friends he dared not face, Nor to his home his footsteps trace. Ofie who by crime becomes depressed^ Loses the strength that friends will test. The curse the maid read on his brow Was plain, but it is plainer now : A man that does himself despise Is ojte 7vho with the devil vies. His pleasures are, to help destroy All virtues out of which come joy ; All honor gone — of mercy void — A guilty mind — a soul destroyed — Alone, and yet to devils tied, He lives in cave, in mountain side— A maimed, dark, mysterious man, But skillful sorcer, keen to plan." " Black Crook?" "Yes, Rudolph, 'tis the same, And he delights to own the name \ In league with Satan, fatal hour To any who may scorn his power. This may not be, just word for word, The scenes I neither saw or heard ; But gleaned these thmgs I to you state From Black Crook and his book of fate. To thwart his dark, deep-laid design, I want your help, and you want mine. 1 the same, le ite. Of my advice, this is the first : Discard for golden gain your thirst ; The ring he gave, beHeve it not ; Beauty has many lessons taught — No truer one was ever known Than this : Joys scarcely go alone. I own anxiety to ex]jlore The caves along the river shore ; My object is not golden gain, Nor selfish love, nor worldly fame. To kno7v of truth is my desire^ A fid in such search I never tire ; Now I propose we keep the land. And work together, hand in hand." " No doubt but we could find the boat. But in it I don't care to float. That there is gold, too, I believe ; Yet sonietifnes truth will men deceive. Black Crook's tale is certain luring, But happiness, to be enduring, Must be built of metal lasting ; Strength is often gained by fasting. In fasting, one should not be starved. A loaf lasts longer when thin carved ; But if, when made, it is not tasted, 'Tis full as bad, and worse, than wasted. I've told you nearly all, I think. Would help your faith in Black Crook sink. If what you've heard is true, 'tis plain 19 I 1 !p 20 CRIOl'I'O. We have not travelled here in vain. (Jreppo, your wisdom I admire; Your thoughts go certainly much higher 1'han mine will fly, and yet, I feel, As close I follow, more is real. 'F'hat you have led me here for nought I don't believe, though I've not caught Your full intent. Come, to me tell, And say what of the maid befell." " Rudolph, I came here but to find How much of truth I left behind With Crook, and in his fateful book. I'm satisfied with the plan I took. There are truths in dark corners hidden— The sweetest fruits are the forbidden. \\'hat you have listened to from me, Was not intended I should see. As to the maid, I've held aloof, For want of well-defined proof Still, this I gathered, as she grieved, Good creatures came and her relieved; But who they were, or how they came. Or where they went, I cannot name ; And of this only a?n I sure., Their motive was not e ^se than pure. Knowledge is force ; what we now know Will aid us when we strike the blow. But let us go some farther on, Perha])s more light may on us dawn." ■•* (;rki'1'(). * * ■^- -it- Far down tiic river's course they went, For knowledge, more and more intent. Ah earnes/ncss in t/iou^i^/it and act Will li'in, accompanied by tact. Deep in the forest-de])ths tliey strayed ; Weary and tired, but not dismayed. Night found them ; sweet, unconscious sleep Was their's — their guard the mountain steej). The first grey light of morning found Greppo alert ; he hears the sound Of voices in the distance ; cries, "Up, Rudolph !" harboring surprise. With caution, soon are on the move. True courage always will reproi^e A reckless step, or thoughtless act ; — Few are who recognize the fact. Not long ere both stood still, amazed ; Enraptured and delighted, gazed On beauties seldom to be seen. And waters wild that rolled between. Across, and opposite, the sight Created in their minds delight \ Great fountains sparkled, flowers grew, And matchless groves, of every hue. Bewildered, on a cliff they stood ; Behind, and on each side, thick wood ; Below, in front, fierce currents swept ; As time its course has ever kept. 21 ' ; Iiv If' f :Vl| I ■ii • I CiRKi»l»0. In state of ecstacy, they saw ; Which gradual took the form of awe ; And not until a sweet voice sj^ake, Did they to a real sense awake. They trembled more from hope than fear, As turning, saw one standing near Whose beauty did at once ins])ire ; A female form, in rich attire ; A faultless form ; a modest face; A golden wreath her brow did grace ; Soft tresses fell on shoulders fair, Like silken threads in sunny glare ; Ex])ression, dignified and rare, Yet lines of sorrow rested there ; And nestled in her arms a dove — Pure emblem, messenger of love. With kindly words she them addressed. Asking what motive could have pressed Them wander so ? and what they sought In such a wild, neglected spot ? Greppo proceeded to relate Of Black Crook and the book of fate ; Of Rudolph's trials, the ring and purse, The maid and artist, death and curse ; The hunter's death, and Henri's flight ; Of powers of darkness, sorcer's might ; Of service forced ; of truth obtained ; Of pain endured, and knowledge gained ; Of riches promised — how the boat (iUI'.l'I'O. 23 Would to a golflcn land tlicm float ; Of talus alluring— why ignored, And all as yet they had explored. Soft, hazel eyes grew moist ; the tears I'ollowed the thought of h)'gone years ; Tlie dove crept close^ as if to share Whatever sorrow rested there. Said she : "Your story has impressed Me deeply, and within this breast Is heart that knows of pain you speak. My friends, you shall no longer seek. Show nie the ring — 'tis same I wore, I'hat Henry gave at hunter's door ; The same that I returned with scorn That bloody and eventful morn. Gieppo, a hero's heart is your's ; Reivard is for him icho endures. And, Rudolph, triumphs you await Over all titles, pomp and state. Toward the suffering loves incline, And twinkling, smile as stars divine ; Though clouds may cause them yearn and pine, In darkest hours they brightest shine. Deprived of all on earth held dear — Alone, and destitute of cheer. The maid was rescued ; now she stands Before you. Queen of golden lands. Nay, start not, friends ; perhaps to-day May all your future life survey. |: I: I lil 24 GKKl'l'U. My power is limited, 'tis true ; But I have servants not a few. Tile land you see, and so admire, Belongs to beings truer, higher. Than this ])oor world of yours can boast ; A virtuous throng ~-a countless host. No mur till force— nor himian might, Haa dared invade tliat land of light ; Fools grasp the oars, and imll In vain, But wise ones paiienthj refrain. You have done well. Black Crook distrust. For had you followed him, you must Ere now been swept to depths below, Where all the devil's victims go. He told you truth, but left the lies For you to find, when all your cries Would been too late, too late to change Your fate. Such stories are not strange. I ask you now, have faith in me ; T will, that you no longer be Disturbed by sorcers' ways, or feel That superstitious thoughts are real. Rudoli)h, I readily })erceive, Gold must be used, to you relieve. Well, be it so ; within the hour You shall possess its hazard power. An agent powerful for good, Yet devil's relish it for food ; A })rompt hestower of relief, CREi'PU. Yet often close allied to grief. If you use it as I intend, 'Twill prove a beneficial friend ; Relieiw distress and loves ufiite^ Crush out the ivrong^ uphold the right. I charge you, guard ambition well ; *For by that sin have angels fell,' Over your mind have watchful care ; Of proud and foolish thought., be^vare."" The dove now flew t-^ branch o'erhead And plucked a leaf and quickly sj^ed Over the river ; the morning's glow Sparkled like fire from wings like snow. Soon was sight to never forget, Myriads, like fairy beings, met On other side, and lined its shore; Some of them brilliant armor wore. Happy and joyous, they seemed to be ; Bursts of music and songs of glee, With not a note of grief or care, Camci floating sweetly through the air. Sudden, from out a dozen caves, As many boats plunged in the waves ; Stout hearts fail not, each hand an oar ; Cheers mingled with the rajiids roar. In vained the river growled and tossed Its frothing foam : they safely crossed. One from each boat brought to the Queen Of gold and trea.sures, sel » 37 Smoky Hollow, t f * • « 3« Reflections, • • * • f 40 A Hungry Lover, . . 41 The Bible, t t * • 42 Oct. 5th, 1876,. . . . 43 To Miss . . 44 Heavenward, . . 46 Treasured, . . 4« Mistaken Ideas, • • t * 50 * PARI" II. From a Diary of i 876,.. I to 9 A Season with the Poets, 9 Foreign Poets, 10 to 22 America's Poets, • • • • • 22 Pieces from a Diary, 25 PART III. Away, . . • • • ■ I The Christmas E^ t'ergreen. 2 Uncle Jac, > Kisses, f Hope Child, . . 6 A Dream, • • • • 7 Berhyme, • • • t * to Duffcrin, • t • 1 11 IN 1)1 iX. 37 Realistic, 38 'lo Mrs. Piiradiso, 40 Council Adjusted, 41 Spring, 42 To a 1 )arwinist, 43 While Away, 44 Judging 46 Charity, 48 Anonymous 50 Eventually, Bible, Declarations, . . Love, I to 9 Pity, 9 Debt, to 22 Ajihorisms, 22 25 PART IV- Note, Greppo, 1 2 12 13 IS 16 17 19 19 21 23 24 25 28 29 30 31 32 to 32 6 7 TO T I