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Les diagrammes suivants illustrent la m6thode. 1 2 3 32X 1 2 3 4 5 6 ■3. J-^ iJ3 ^'^iiyO^:^ PATRIOTIC I PERSONAL • *^'ii m .V^" .^^ 1 ^ 4 BY * SyTLER.JlK I ;^ AITIIOK UF *' M«i«Io Lenres and Hemlock llraiiclie«:.*' ritlNTEJ) AT TlfK JOURNAL OFFICE, jMeJeiictoM, N. B. %, '^b'3^:;^ i •*lv ■t \l It, • ,^. ^4 'J > G. T. WHELPLEY, IMl'OKTKK AND DKALKK IN •*« FIPE ^l»• Flour, Meal, Pork, Fish, Kerosene Oil, Green and Dried Fruits, Oats, Bran, Middlings and Shorts. i Qneen Street, fredericton, N. B. ymr ^4 ; ^ V ■v'i-1-" t^Kti \ t* '(^ 4 # ?* E^ c it: cc ,-»■ ti- cr S. o c- S o. o £• as cr ^^ fl> 2 ST C - » s- - B 89 D 2 o- B. = P- J= 5- 5'*-- ts £. S- < «. fl> D ^ o i5 o 2 SI. ET* * * * g^ ^ P B o g ^ "^ "" 3 5« c J" B D cr P DD P o » B ^ (C P) s cc 5' p- - i o p 1 5 t P^ B 2. » S S. — 2 B r* r* o e i» B 5- 5. c «* c ^ O B ?> «. a ** -• 2 r 5^ ^ p ji "" O- O D (V ^ Ml «^ ^ -. p* I? 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Boyle The Ck»nQing of tlie F»ll Fied Young The Living and iWe Dead Bygone Yaars Jean Kicardo "Hello, Papal " « 4 r 22 it 31 S5 r>8 41 4i -15 4K 50 52 55 58 $^ 62 •4 66 My Vj>iii\ • Ltft Htr'" i:ibridg« Agiiew The FiMt uud the Editor A I'laiiit AU:elclaii(t Uurt^oMier I'n.^a, (Jout8, whose position in the literary world qualifien them to speak with authority, they are not without som* little degree of merit,) but to help by its sale to provide food, fuel, raiment and shelter for myself and family, which tl)« meagre revenue derived from Tub Journal and my inabiliiy for hard labor, consequent upon my crippled condition ren- lier extremely difficult. The volume is uuique, from the fact of its having beea written, set up, printed aud folded by ci one-armed print- er, a curiosity that is scarcely paralleled on this continent, if in the world. I would have used a better quality of paper but my press and type are old and I could notget a good impression on a fin ished paper. At any rate, I have done the best I could und- er the circumetances, and without any further remarks 1 will leave the public to decide. I have the honor to be, Vekv Truly YoiKvS, MARTIN BUTLER. Editor RuTLKit'M Joiunal, Fredericfon, N. B April 25ih, 1898. PRELUDE. TO BRITAIN, WITH PEACE AND aOOD WILL. Stron:' fiion of the North — from wh^'s staunch loins vVe arc descended, I my tribute pay Vn you, i u whom the antiquQ grandeur join? With strength an 1 b^au^y of tho prosont <\iy. Who over East and West alike hold sway — And if a jarring note my lyro awakes Of wrong or tyranny lo others — In my day Nourjht I complain of — 3peak but for the sakee those to whom you should atone for past m's'akes. 1 love the grand old Island o'er the soa From which my blood was drawn — a mother's tongue Instilled the seeds of love and loyalty Within my heart when life and love were young, The great and glorious land from which she sprung. And, J'alse to her who liis beneath the sod Would be my heart it I should do thee wrong ; No ! by the eternal ever-living God I asservate emphatically and strong That unto no such crowd do I belong. But still my native country claims my heart By every tie of kindred and of love, And from her it can ne'er be torn apart No matter where my errant footsteps rove — Yes, (Janada, of all lands thou'rt the chief, My proud young land of pine, and maple leaf. And if in future years I hope to see The star of Empire sitting on thy brow, 1 do not wrong my mother-country Ey hopes' and aspirations I avow, And this at least my critics will allow. fiat in what case soever — free or held Bj slight thread of subjection to err Dame, The bond of faith and fealtj we'll weld la one eternal and unbroken chain To thee, our Mother — while for Erin's woes We shod the hot and sympathizing tear, And join in friendship and respect with thoao, 0i?r kinsmen o'er the border, still more dear — For Freedom, Union, Peace send up a cheer. Eastbr, 189S. ' 1 *atFloti6 -AND- PERSONAL POEMS. patriotic* THE BEAVER AAI} IHE MAPLE LEAF, Old £ns^and*s Rose in beauty rears The emblem of s thousand years — Fair France's Lily breathes perfume Above the towering heights of Doom; Auld Scotia*s Thistle comes behind. Its white locks waving in the wind: And Brin's Shamrock, mild, subdued, 8till gladdens all the solitude — But none can match in my belief The fieaver and the Maple Leaf. Old England's Rose is stained with blood. The Lily roots in crimson flood, The Thistle wastes upon the plain Still counting all its loss as gain. The Shamrock's drowned in tears of woe Which yet for ages hence must flow — But free from rapine war and grief The Beaver and the Maple Leat f PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS. On lufty mountains, vrtlloya rit onus and bent Staked honor, forlune, life. For r'rinnda — nnd not in vain the cau8o Tiiou^'h seeming viuKjuishod; ^ivin^ us to-day A larrr.T liVjM'ty and juster laws: Results of that dread fray In wliiih the pcnsant pitted naked arm Or antifjiie liHo 'gainst the surging sea Of British blade-;: they sprang from forge and farm And cot and hamlet, swearing to be free No "^nnoMiine contest may arise again; Tins much we hope-hut should there blood lie spilt By ali*^!! foi'c^s marshalled on our plains • On whom would rest the guilt? Our l^aiiner, from the hand of God on high Shall ooni*», in parest white and brightest green. And on its folds, outspreading to the sky No spot of blood be seen. ha^te, sweet Messen<^er of peace and love, Long have we watched thy coming; don't delay. Blend with th« radiance of the stars above Thy garb of perfect day. It comes — the star* Iiaa not been sent in vain To guide uh through the labyrinthine mist, For see! wide sweeping o'er the fruitful plain Its folds, by breezes kissed. *0'auadian National literature. 'OTMM 8. PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS. The bark of Independence breasts ihe gales, And on her deck a brave and j^allant few ♦Sjiread to the welcoming wind her spotlesg saila As she appears in view. Auspicious voyager: — may the heavens bend In tender greeting — may a placid sea Secure from hidden rocks and gales that rend, Smile welcome unto thee. All trials past, all dangers overcome, Safe be thy entrance in the blissful port Of Freedom, finding there a heart and home; And may the time be short. *»» I Oy THE DEATH OF A PRINCE, Engli mV. England! — draped in mourning For a prnce of "royal" blood: And your toiling millions scorning; Whom you scarce provide with food. What was it he did in life, You weep, now he is called away? Cease your sobs and lamentations Over his insensate clay. Where his noble deeds of daring *Mong the heroes in the strife? W^here his tender acts of mercy In the lowly walks of life? Who has been the better for him 'Mong the outca.st and forlorn? — Would the world have been the worse for us, though he had ne'er been born? OU THE DEATH OF A PRINCE. Nations mourn when are removed Tbe True, the Pure, the Wise, the Good:- Theie must be fo. genuine sorrow,. Some hing moie than^royal blood. History records his station Chiselled on enduring stone; Bu' Humaniiy his virtues Graven on the hearts of none. That he was not bad, ia't snrely Causo that he be deified? Or excuse for al the homage Folly ever pays to pride? Nobler ones than he have perished, Buried from the humble cot: Gone their memory, gone their virtues, AH tlieii' worth and toil forgot. Heroes of a hundred battles "For a slowly dyin^ cause*'. Bared their bosoms to the bayonet; Where your honor, your applause? Broken down in health and fortune Racked with pains and seamed with scars Dertd — and perished in the Workhouse, Bravest heroes of your wars. Yet we shed the tear of sorrow Over his untimely end — Sympathise with father, mother. Gentle sweetheart, bosom friend. O* 10 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS H .i\% Aged grand-daine, crowned with honors, Guarded safe from want and fears, Still has known the weight of sorrow, Felt the f^uah of scalding tears. Seen her dearest idol shattered, Laid away in dark and dust; — Seen her friends and children follow. Yet can say: "The Lord is just'* Unto these we send our message, Knowing human hearts the same; If they scorn and slight oui' fiiendship 'T is not they who are to blame, But a system that supposes Rank and station more than worth: And whose corner-stone reposes On the fallacy of "birth." Just tie san)e, and nothing more Than those, who made of "common clay'' Fold tlieir earthly tents about them And from sorrow steal away. Just the same: — ah no, not quite; There's one of lowly English birth Moie tiian sovereign, more than brother, More than everything on earth; Lying sleeping where the pines Their music to the summer air Sing above the waving grasses O'er my heart that's buried thorei ON THE DEATH OF A PRINCE. Pomp and pri(]« nnd place an'l power 111 avail the coniinjif day When Great Britain's «overei.e:n ruler From this life is borne away. Back to earih the hcdy goes To mingle with its kindro(i dust.^ Up to heaven the spirit flics To dwell among the pure and just. There, where God has plainly said: — "No flesh shall j^lory in my sight''; Will she sit amonj^ the ransomed By the force of royal right? No? — the glory that enfolds her: Haughty mien and lieh array, Like to filthy rags shall crumble And from her shall fall away. Like a little child, all meekness, Shorn of power and pride and purso; Naked, helpless, trembling, crying To the King of Universe. She, to whom the great of earth Have knelt in deep humility There finds none to do her reverence^ None to her to bow the knee. Gladly takes the seat that*a offered For the good that she has done Here on earth, and not because She occupied Old England's throne. u. 12 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEIVS. ii I I* I > Many a poor, deserving woman Who has suffered, toiled and died: Drained life's bitter cup in silence. Will be seated by her side. But their c»nwn-? are brighter, gj-rander, And their harps make sweeter song. For in grief and tribulation They have travailled hard and long.' Then, why here keep up the farce Of kingly right and royal blood? — Know that thcv nrc P^reatest there Who in their lives do greatest good. Termysrn must needs pahiver, Make to order dolefid rhynies; Earn his salary as laureate All unmindful of the times . When the clarion note of Freedom Sounded through his burning verse: — Forward! forward! — Scale the hoiglita Of Liberty — the tale rehearse Taught the infant world, ere tyrants Dared to fetter hand or tongue: Deathless Freedom, sorely scourged, But ever living, ever young. Bring tho golden age about When "all men's good is waoh man's aiH^'; Win from an enfranchised people Endless love, nndyinfr fame. ON THE DCATH OF A PRINCE. 13. These all til. 'se he flini»s asiile To si: beneath the laureate's v/reatJi: Siiakcs his old ifi-ey hcjul antl rails r.t I'jeedom with his dyin^' breath * ILi who counted kiiidly hearts Of iiK^fo accoiuit than Norinaii blo!jnd and lov3r of his race (?) No; Among the toiling milliors He lias never won a place. Only in the nairow circle Of aristocratic dames, Kings and queens and budding jjrlncelirigs Has lie gathered wealth or fame. This I say despite his genius, W(Mld-wide thoua'h its o-leannn^x darts — No man's great unless his name is Shrined within the people^' heirta. Not a word for trampled Erin But contumely, pride and scorn, When her offspring, wan with famine Pravinor for "three sjjvains of corri"+ * riiis portion of the poL-'in was written previous to Tennj'son's death. fFroiu Mi6j KJwards' pathetic poem: * Jive me throe grains 'vf Corn." r I Sank iritfi l:i mother's arms and Yieldet' up his dyui^ breath— Onlv one am »q^ the many In thit y '»<:' of dread and death.* On the bleaK 'in-i tuuren hillsides Stand lo- 1 iy a thousand graves — .\Ji;RDERKD: — That's Creation's verdict — Others g«>nH act(>s^; the wares .^^atteriufJ a (urse on Englarid Made theii hoiTi«pB within the West — i'jj|rland*'^ "somesis, Kn^land*s menace; KrinV triu st oru)!= and best. 14; All save those, who fever-smitten In the loathsome ships and vile L<'lb their bones to bleach and whiten In Partridge Island and Grosse Isle. T'pturned by the workman's spade Thoy elo'|Ment!y speak to-day i ♦!" the desolation made III homes once happy, blithe and ^ay. Ill the noisome dens of London Thousands die for want of bread; And the Qasen's pet darlin»' spaniels Ara more sumptuously fed 'I'^nn the best who toil and suffer To maintain her rctinne: — Lvi'lsand ladiog, pamporad minions, Princes, bishops, — :!io'>u few. *rtie Iriih Famine j i ^ r, 1 S i'3. ON Tht upon beholding Kindly i^recd and bns3 pretense? And thnt dynamite and revolver With the madtlened should prevail At'tr weary ^yeiis of waitinjr SeeiniX milder courses fail? Forward, forward! — Hope is loominf^, See ye not yon itcacon-light Fiionds of Jusnee, Fiieiids of Freedom?- On for Ood and human rif^ht. Break the shack hs of Oppresj-ion — Hurl the nighty ones from power; {"'top tne hani of [iroud Ago-re.'-S'on — "i^ows the fh\y and now's the hour" 11 Wt PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS. Do not wait like France, until A Dantou or a Robespierre fiury 'neuth ihe sniouldering rninH IViiiciples you still hold dear. lyj, tlie m']ut on a crown of gold and Sit upon a golden throne; — Clniui the nation's wealth and horaanre As tlicy were by right his own. And his son go to succeed him Wit]) out one dissenting voice: Hold the sceptre of the nation As though he was the people's choice. Titles .i»ive, and decorations I'nto those who do his will: — Xeep an irresponsive body That will every measure kill CUBA UIORC. For the people's gr^i.-iter t'roedoin, Fur t'iG po 'pie's j^nv.itor gain: — All liocauRG of hoary Usage, Aucieiifc Law and ciuiubling t'ano. No — The people are united, And thtiii' rights they will maintain: Tiioy have braved assumptive power And they'll bravo it yet again. Set your homes in order, ni )iiavchs Of the Old World's crumbling thrjnes, Built upon the wrongB of ages, Her ddeJ by feighs and groans Of the pitieiit beasts of burden Who liave borne your cruel loads: — Tremble at the slave turned master. In his hand the ready goad. Forgfid to scourge the vile oppressor — Drive the money changers forth Froin God's Temple, and proclaim Tlio cause t>f Freedom o'er the earth. CUBA LIBRE, Onwaid, Cubans!— On to glory, Liy the prv)ud iis nper low: Scatter death and devastation 'Mid the tierce, invading foe. lM>r your ruined homes and harvests, For your villages laid waste; For your wives and children murdered By the cruel Spanish Beast. • IB. PATRIOTIC AND PERSON/fL POE.MS. ? i ■t'i'V your valiant leader, slaufjhtercil, liiind hy treachery and ^uile; — llr, whose Mooro. upon his manly bosom Many a gash and seam and scar, 'Viva Ouha. Tjuue!" rang these \\^ords irom out his dying throat: — • An! the winds took up the echo And the world repeats the note, rill it swells, in chorus blending \Vith the rush of ocean wave: — l'<;Uer all the people perish Than that one should live a slave. No rider comes the Spanish dragon Who has fattened on the blood Toil and sweat of conquered nations, And has swam within the flood. Since the days of fiend Pizarro l[e has scourged the Western World: — ■ l.'arnage, innrder, outrage, plunder (t oes where'er his flag's unfurled. .Shall you cringe and cower before bim? i *ast yourselves beneath his feet? Mo: while you have to defend you Trusty arm and true machete. CUBA LIBRE. Thir^lv not pronrl Oastilian tyrant Tlmt tlie G-od of Froodoin'b* dcml, — No; lie lives axu] yet shall shower ThnrHler>K)ltH upon your head Lik- tlio slinfts of* swift 'lostructiun Shot by the irnnKtrtrtl tfovo I'prm thoHo wlio htil nhftndonod freedom, Jii.slice, Truth auU Luve. Lo, tlie frhmi of Montezuma Watching t'roui i.iupyretui heights l>reathy huch crimes, as cruel Nrro, Tviunt liuse of In .*tlieu Ilmuo Would, were In* l»iit ro'«urn'ct*>(l JJlusli vs'itli hhame mil griff to own. Win ro is Hritain in tliis crisis? 'J'ho ck'fuiicler of tlio '.vortk,(?) Arc hw arm und ton^iMM tluit palsied Hhc can neither strike nor spoak? Wh M"o t!ui S mt'iorn Ri';»iiljlic3 W'iio enjoy (Jod-;^rivcn ri;,dit3 'Von IVoni tlic same liO)iitle<^s tyrant After many bloody fjilits? And my country sits unlieeding, Careless of her sister'd woo, Thou^di her thousan 1 w iim Is are bleedinij And the pulse of Hoj)e is low. ]vise my countiy, o'er th»j sordid Love of ease and greed of gain, Help to stiike from oi^* voiir sister Europa's galling cruel <*bain. And Columbia, whoso bencan Rises o'er the Western (^ate As >i pharos to the nations Who are not so t'ortunate. Will you disregard your mission Watchman of the Corjtinent? — Sit in apathetic silenc*-. Yo\<\ your arms aud b*- content CUBA LIBRE. When Anniicnn republics Gnipplo in unequal .stiifo Gainst an European oppressor, While one word would give them life. AVhere your promise, protestation, In the mes-^a^o of Monroe: That this continent he j^uanled From the hand of foreign foo. And the ^o-and results of freedom By your fathers dearly won Be the legacy of the natitnis Here beneath our western sun. Now the clock has struck the hour, Do not fear or be dismayed: Let the nuiions see yoiu' power, Heedless the demands of Trade. And Iberian freebooters Shall retire to their caves — Leave the land no more polluted By the footsteps of a slave. Broken every tentacle, The European Octopus Shall retiie to his den and Leave the Continent to us. 91. '49» THE SPIRIT OF THE NATION. Tii fl)itla» o'er fcho raoantain tops, 'tia fluttering in the breeze, Ai4 siiiijiu^ in the summer winJs, through all the leafy traes ; 'Tis on the sailor's bearded lip amid the ocean's roar, An 1 vflth the pjiceful farmer in his cosy home on shore: 'Tis in the Legislative hal!s, 'tis in the crowded mart; And earnest mea, with tongue and pen, ae playing well their part — To rid our land of foieign rule, and raise the Maple Leaf As symbol of our nati )nhood, o'er every flag the chief. 'Tis coming, yes, 'tis coming, as the morning fo lows night, When doubting and dependency shall take at last their flight Arid I'anada. from mountain crag and ocem's wave-lapped shore, Great, glorious, Fkee, ero lung shall be — a colony no more. 'Tiw whispered on tho prairies — 'tis murmured by the sea, And the birds have taken up the strain and sing of liberty — On broad St Lawrence bos >m, by forest-hedged St. John, 8tiil year by year, mid hoj>e iind fe ir the cause is marching on, Niagara hears the mighty voice above its torrenf's roar And storied Windsor och'tos it unto tbe farthest shore 'J'hree Rivers run ia gladoess to the tnusic of its note, And Montreil re-eohooj it from miuy a patriot throat. 8hall wo sit idly by and watch with dull and listless eyes [skieij While th'j flam.!.<^. from Feief,Dv*ai'8 altar bri";ht arc mountinjr to thei N>> I pile tlie the fuei I'aster on and raise a larger blize, Th it shall eV>n illuuiin-.: heaven with the radiunce of its rays, Tht: tu)i that we siiall coasun)j are privilege and caste, UiJ thrones and useless ticepties uf the rude barbaric past. No ft)reiir'i-nurtured rulers shall send acros.s the sea llielr generals or lords to rule a j^eople henceforth free. Tn-'.'oad of kings and lordfuigs, of aiitre mace and gown. , -'II have the good old principles Irom Britons handed down Uy heroes of the ('ommonwealth wh.) d^ired the mighty deed. Or barons bruve who I'rceJom Wiungfrom John at iluunymede. THE SPIRIT OF THE NATION. 11. Free as the air that floats it the Maple Flag shall fly, And patriots gather rouud it to conquer or to die. Should Europe's grasping kingdoms or foes residing near, Attbiupt to steal that Liberty we hold than lite more dear. United from Atlantic to fair Pacific's strand, From far pine-girt Columbia to shores of Newfoundland, We hold the land at our command — a goodly heritage As ever man trod foot upon in any clime or age. We want from every country, strong hearts and willing hands To cultivate and populate our wild, untrodden lands— Not sycophants and^flunkeys who bow before a king; But those who made the forest glade with Freedom's voices ring. On Hungary's rough hillsides beneath the brave Kossuth— The sons of those who foiighf and bled for Freedom, Love aad Trtttk| Or followed Kosciusko's fate along the bloody sand Where tyrant kings conspired to slay Freedom in brave Poland. Or sons of those on Wicklow's heights who with bold Sarsfield bled, Or with Wolfe Tone who dared alone the conquerors in red. Or followed Lord Fitzgerald's fate into a prison cell— Or martyred Emmet's spirit — many more than I can tell. Such men as these are what we need to lay the corner ston«» Of our young Nation, on the rock of Libebty alone— Not titled rank or station, or privilege or caste Shall hold again our native land in chains of iron fast. So here's success to Freedom and contusion unto kings— We feel the sentient air vibrate with beat of angel wings; Of sainted Washington, and brave and fearless Bolivar, Who nobly fought their lands to save — from that bright home afar No hate we bear tc Engl'^od from whence we drew our blood, Which warmly ojurses through our veins, a bright and orimsoa flood. 'Tie that th:4t gives us courage and nerves our heart and brain Xu emulate — yes take the fate of her br^ve sons long slaia iHi 24. TVE SPJRJT OF THE NATION; On nmny a liard fouglit bfittle fifid ngjiinst the Eoman yoke, Until at length their conibincJ strength th« mighty fetteri broke; And 'gainst the Norman ar.i the Druic their shafts of Freedom hurled,! And made their names ron(/Trn£:d among the warriors of th« world. Since then, it grieves me n.uch to ^riy, their efforts have beem tried To rob from othe»^ that for which their brave forefathers died : Unfoitunately with succe?B their Aug has been unfurled Above a thousand taken ^own, that they might rule the world. Oh Britons, to yourselves be true, let not the lust and greed For power and acquisition move you to unmanly deeds ; But give to others what you cbim ss dearest to your hearts— A home, a flag, a nation's name— the right to form a part Of the graat family of states, and rule and make their laws Unmenaced by a foreign foe without a right or cause. We claim this for our country ; we claim it for the earth — "Us true as Truth, 'tis good as God, from whom it had its birth ; And God will net hold guiltless those fierce marauding bands Who in his name went forth to rob and devastate the lands Of many a savage chieftain, not because he bowed the knee To gods, his own, of wood and stone in '• vile idolatry;" But that his land was fair to see, in tropio verdure dressod A glorious prize for greedy eyes from the less fruitful West* Moreover it was rich in gems and jewels manifold, And every spur of jutting crag ablaze with yellow gold What right had the Mongolian, M;).!ay or African To God's good gifts, made only for his chosen Englishman ? They " civilized " the natives— yes they taught them English spooo h\ They clothed t''sm in becoming dress their hearts thoy could not roadj I>y Derby hats anii shoddy shawls and trifling rings and beads While taking from them all that was sufficient tor their needs.' A hundred years huve nearly passed siace Britain first held sway O'er India's fertile valleys, and we see this very day TM<£ SPiRiT OF THE NATION. ^5 The spectres grim of Famine a ul Carnage staikinj o'er The thouaanda who are 1; 'nj? dead on Gjinaiea' sacred shorj If to ameliorate th^ lot oi' those beneath the sway Of despot kiag^ an I robber ciiiofa, you took th«»ir land away, Then one would look for batter fruii upspriii;^inB from the soil Than dragon's teeth of treachery, or rapine, blood and spoil. liathink you— it U not too late ti yet avert the doom Which ai a nitiira,! rocomp3nse of tyranny must come. Sr'' Lovers of Liberty, Justice and Equity, Heise on the chance that the present affords: Ujpaet hereditary Privilege and tyranny. Swear to be heuce forth free, " Down with the Lords I" R(3okK'3s assumptioD and D»riD<^ presuKaption band lu a viJe comp:iet t j tighten the eord* (26.) DOWN WITH THE LORDS. 27. Tliiit have long held you down — ('..me t'oith fiouj field and town, 'riiro;ii;!i tlio \\lu)Ie oonntiy 'round; IJo.vn with the Lords 1 Rf)})ljois in oliureh .and state Sit ihey with hearts elate, Diiir lln'V off silver plato ; while ",'he vile hordes"— l^easants, whom they despise, Perish before their eyes, Causing them no surprise — Down with the Lords ! Long have ye bent the knee To aristocracy ; To chains and slavery long been inured j NiiW dawns bright Freedom's day 1^1 ightly o'er hill and bay — Vive la —Clear the way L'own with the Lords ! llulers, by " right divine," They, while the chaff and swine Deem they the people, who cringe at their word; Ca'4 off the galling yoke, Liberty's name invoke, And unjust laws revoke — Down with the Lords 1 Pearl of the western seas, England — each passing breeze breathes upon freemen, not helots, abhorred J If they dare block the bill,* « Ihe Irish Home Bttle Bill. 28. PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS, mi Heedless of coming ill ; Ne'er let your voice be still : — Down with the Lords 1 To Cromwell's Commonwealth Drink we tonight good health — He was the chieftain who's trusty broadsword Cleft crown and coronet, ]>y pike and bayonet ; We'll have another yet— Down with the Lords! Wallace and Emmet brave, Fearless of lord or slave, Proudly their flag did wave over the sward. O'er moor and mountain high This was their battle cry : " Forward, to do or c'ie — " Down wiJi the Lords Tmmcrtal Washington Fired the signal gun, And a whole continent bowed at his word; Freedom his work did crown Wifh success — banded down — • Libertv's priceless crown. Down M'iih the Lords ! And onr Papineau l>rtarvation, grief and pain, While on her neck remains Slaveijfi galling chain — Down with the Lords! Yes has the deed been wrought: Manhood to dust been brou^'ht; Almost withoui any protest or word — ■ • Wtep for your frtllen race, Weep lor your deep diegracet In the dust hide your face — Down with the Lords! Yet in a better da^ Your 8en?e of right shall sway j Rulers who govern by bayonet and sword — Then hh»»ll bright Freedom's star Shiie o'er thy hills afar [Break all y.t remains In coffins rough and rude Buried beneath a sullen sky Nor fiiend, nor brother parent nigh To heave for them a parting sigh. Or e'en to them allude. Husbands have from their wives been torn, The farmer fr( m his field of corn. The merchant from his store. The widowed mother's only son Whose race in life has just begun, Because he could not hold his tongue. When by distress his heart ^^9kl^ wrung, Lies weltering iu his gore. AT HAL« fVIASr. 33. Tl>.(i victim of tlie deadly knout That unto him's been meted out By cruel moujik, wjiile the shout 01' freedom l»oM and clear rang oui And beckoned on to war. -"War let it be, war to tlie knife; We'll pay them back with lite for life. And waj^e a ^erce relentless strile Tor father, mother, babe and wife Against the ruthless Czar. Although we're not of "royal blood," We know what's juHt, a .d right, and good And life and liberty and food We'll have while we can bear Gun, pike or bayonet, dynamite, For freedom, justice, truth and light, Aud never end the bloody light — But 'ill our forces will unite, While solemnly we'll swear: Never to ground our arms until Tretdom on every vale and hill Shall come with Peace our hearts to fill, Our hands aud tongues shall ne'er be still, Through life and death- through good and ill, Aud we see lying there Last of the House of KomanofF, The public jeer, the public scott' Spit on, and his vile head struck off-— i Claiming from none a tear. This is the Nihilistic vow, ^ And in onr hearts we must allow \ Its justice, and I ask you now j .\ ??■ ?? 34. PATRIOriO AND PERtOMAL POI What must w« say when men allow - And Queens command (they say) his brow Be croMrned by laurels, aad we bo^ la honor, anl our tlag droop lo«v In sorrow o'er his bier. I know not wh>it the rest wonid do- Bat for myself, this is my view: — The English fla^j's nob mine, but true To it and laws for I and y ou That are just and right in the publio view I give assent as others do ; And call it mine, and deeply rue The action that could give a clue That Oueeu or people, who are true (0'' ht to be so,) could so far e the fla'4 as for the czar . lower on his funeral car. I wouldn't do it, come what might. Whoe'er commindelil m\ Their weary jou .^7 to the Promised I^nd Accomplished after many bitter throes A.nd sacrifices — liere may FTeedom's baud In comfort and security lepcse. Beyond the Drakenburg at least we're safe From the invading fo')t, the scoinge and thrali Ot alien foes and avaricious knaves In our secluded home beside tho Vaal. So thought they ! but ths Briton found them out And set bis bloodhounds full upon their track With musket, sabre, cannon, and the shout Sounded o'er smiling iielda and cities black With smoking ruins, while their patriot blood The red earth drank — an ofiering unto God. But fire And sword availed not to destroy The God-like spark of Freedom from the souls, Of men who understood full well to die, But would not bend their necks to the control Of strange) s and adventurers whose aim Was to blot from the surface of the earth The free republics — counting as their game The weakest, and the ones that seemed of worth The most to Britain for their latitude And strategic advantages, — whose seas Teemed with the spoils of ocean and whose wood Was rich in grand and venerable trees ; While just below the surface laid the gold For which truth manhood, conscience had been soIdi{ They seized upon the land and brought again Into subjection strict the hardy Boera — Not coting in their reckless greed of gain OLMS. nd ud afe id thrall I. them out fir track DUt black , blood ito God, }7 1 the souls, e, ;he control Q arth ame ned of worth as hose wood es; jold had been sold,] ;ht again rs — jain KWUGIR. '^7. The littln differoncG betwixt "mine" and "yours,*' So tiny were forced to bear the whips and frowns Fur tliorfo who would not bow to Britain's crown "The Constant drop will wear away the stone", The constant wi id uproot the largest tree, The constant lash at last wear to the bone — So constant slur and insult, injury, Heaped on thjui by a rulhan soldiery, Within their breasts aroused the fires of hell, A thirst for vengeance which apology, Tardy atontiinont ; nothing e'er could quell. Among the faihsrs of the land, brave Paul, You met in solemn conclave and you swore You'd give your property, your lives, your all To drive the proud invader from your shore. Tfow well you carried out the sacred pledge Majuba's mountain rises to attest; And as i^iice more you view upon its edge The E.iropean Yukuie, on his quest Of blood and booty hovering o*er yonr nest^ \o\i answer, and the cry is: — "Krugersdorp!" And the invadinjjf foe, who came to wrest Your country from you flies before the sharp Blade and th* trusty rifle — to his chief Returns, at best, an unsuccessful thief. You gave him up brave Kruger, showing well You harbored no resentment toward the man; Although 'tis custom that the criminal Be tried where found, you sent to his own land Him to be tried — and looked for full arneads From England's sense of honor for the wroaj? 1 11 t 38. PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS. *( W' mi m You might yourself havo righted-and his frienda Gave unto him three months ia prison strong, Kruger of Transvar , still with head erect Stand on the topmost peak of Freedom's height Court not the couHict— if it ccmes expect No niercv from the iron hand of Mioht; But God will give the victory to the Right, And Freedom, hedged and jostled fi om the coast Of bleeding Africa is still in sight, And scai'cely noticeable, is not yefe lost. Some day thy master's legions like the hosts Of heathen Rome, shall melt and fade away, Or like Sennacherib's army, by the ghosts Of murdered freemen shall most dearly pay For war and conquest. Heaven's illuming ray , Shall spread o'ev every land beneath the sun — • No lord or slave, subjection vile, or sway Ot kingly conqueror, but to Freedomw >n The Universe shall move at sound of signal-gui^ CAXADA A NATION. Fienclnnan and Snxon, Get man, Dane, The dark-!)io\ved child of Sunny Spain, Throughout our bright and broad domain, Will stolid up biddly and maintain, ifnivved by power, unbiihed by gain, Our rights^ which to the world are plain — 01* Cuuada a nation. If Eijglinl broke away from Uoine * Tu» KuiFR!) political power CANADA A NATION. sdi A;i<] shu'ted in lier island home Ati iri(l(ij)endent government ; W'y ,-!iouid .^he not tlicM) be C(jnt(.'nt Whin our uj)pienti('.e8hip is spent To give our p;i.triotisin vent, And pn)nd of principles .i.he',> IcLt; Grant ns her full juid free consent To people and to rarlianient At least she never uill prevent Tlie Hrig to wave above our tent Of Canac'a a nation. Some say we need not to be free Tliat we have all the liberty Accorded independent lands, And that the governmental bands Are most elastic, and so vide That every class and creed and clique Wave liherty to think and speak ; And while ^tis counted as a freak By some, yon have not far to seek In any day within the week To find those who by tongue and pen Would influence their brother men To cast aside the old, ard when Like Samson, we have our hair grown, And we can bravely stand alone, To bow no more before a throne, l)ut through the whole wide world to OTrn, Engraved on banner, wood and stone — This legend that has here been shown, Before a decade shall have flown, Of Canada a nation. Ill iPi ■TP (I ' i i ii i ! f . i' V h k. 40. PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS; Not as Columbia, in blood Of brothers, shall the final good (jf Freedom come to bless our land; But with a free and willing hand The reins of empire shall be given To us by England, and be riven All ties save friendship^ and high heaven Be witness that the sword shall rust Within its scabbard, and to dust Be mouldered, ere it shall be thrust Into Old England, love and trust Shall animate our hearts, and must We i'li^ht at all — the cause being just, We'll fight for her, who raised from dust Our Canada a nation. But let us hope that nevermore Be heard the loud alarm of war From land to land, from shore to shore, Bat peace and love the wide world o'e»", The filial oath we having swore, We shall with brave Columbia, Australia and India, Our sister isle and Africa, All happy, independent, free, Gather aiound the parent knee, And let the whole world stand and seo Our love anrl our fidelity To EngUnd.for she made us free And gave to our posterity This glorious boast from sea to sea, To tune their harps in harmony To Canada a nation. ifl ,[ ,'; i t . . i: i^'k i {< .1 *^1lt '1 ^ » DEDICATION. tr i I t ; li Hi To days gone by, and scenes and friends beloved, In youth and Ijlooin — these lines I dedicate ; Some living v< i, some long ago removed By the reiou'.Iess hand ol' cruel fate. To present ;cpne,j and f. ienJs beloved — the few Who iind'jistani and pity my sad lot; In whose Avavni hoarts, since knowing them 1 knew There always was reserved for me a spot. I Janus-like, look b ick to years now past And withered tlowers once so fair and sweet, And for\\'ard — but the bitter wintec blast Buries the furuis in snow beneath my feet. FREDERTcmx, N. B, Jan. 23, 1898. ' ■ VITA I TS LEFT. 41. I Troin trees cut down there springs I at last a shcot, I IJardy and strong with leaves and 1 flowers decked ; I For, though the tree is gone the ■ healthy root I Will verdure give «ni nouiish and I protect. 1 The flowering bj»h Idastcd by ■ early frost I May hold concealed beneath it.s with- ^1 ered lenvci^- J beloved, H Some fragrant flower (hat has not >dicate ; H yet been lost, 1 Which with ripe^ bloom its oarly I fate retrieves. -the few 1 The gras^ that's slaughtered by the 1 mower's scytho, J them Iknew ■ Before the Iroits ol winter come to spot. H kill tast ■ Starts a new growth, which fresh id sweet, H and green and blithe last H Makes glad with vei-dure all the vole and hill. II So in my life the sad and early blights That cursed my being — made my life a waste, Made sad my days and bathed my pillows nights Xlay be a*^^ last with fragrant flowers gracf d And buds and clambering vines and fruits sweet to the taste. 4t. PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEIVIS. JJV LOVING MEMORY ^\ i I ' ^:- f>/ my Brother John Who Died at Brookton, M«.f March 14, 1891, Looking far back into the misty space. The Jis^hts ami 8lla<^t^s ot m-iie than thirty yeart' Ai r,iien, thy h ippy, jot-und boyiah face Before me now appears. When hanl iti hand we traced the river'i shore, Orstemmeil its current in our li*j))t canoe, 8j'e:ding with merry hearts its waters o'er, Beneath a sky of Vjlue , Ov wandered throu<^h the darkly spreading wood, Fraught with a thousand ever varying charms, Where trees, like giants in our pathway stood. And wooed us to their arais. J[]l ne'er forget those rurab'es by the shore (y\' Salmon River, till the day [ die- When you a ill ], with one who's gone before Drank love frjm eaith aiul sky. With flying feet the years their tale have toll Of want and paiii, of sorrow and distrCvSS, Of hope and joy. and changes m3nif'.)ld, Of love a id happiioss And in a little hamlet by a lake,* With youthful hearts h"g'i I eatintij in o'ch breast, Togeihcr we our pleas int pithway take, Still Kojvng for the be^t. *Granil Lale Htream, MBine; IN LOVING MEMORY. 49, And tj listing in our manhood's budding bloom And growing strength, to win by honest toil A deeent competence, a happy home Upon a foreign soil. Smoothly as glides the stream when skies are calm And sunshine floods the meadows and the bills — Soft winds of summer breathing heavenly balm Upon the lakes and rills. Glided our years alonnf in blest content ; We worked and sang, and deemed our toil but play, And by that streamlet's rugged side we've spent Full many a happy day. We rearnd our home, we had our friends, and life Was very sweet, despite the woes and wrong, The nameless agony, the mortal strife We heard in tale and song. ''After the storm a calm," is what they say, As though the storm would ndver come again, And clouds and darkness sfather o'er our way, And bliss give way to pain — And calm to storm — to gales that rock and rend. And cover life as with a blackening pall: Bereft of home, of sunshine, hope and friends ; Forsaken thus by all. 'Such fate was mine — to find the sweets of life To wormwood turned, to bleak and blank despair; No hope to stem the troubled ocean's strife: No comfort but in prayer. II I i'i 44 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMa li 1 si ii ii fl. 1 '■ ; 1 ll r; ,1 '-■ 1' If ;■■ 'l ll 'iMIffn .'. 'H ;1 a ' *. .' ' L: litit you stood liy and witli ii willing hand JjiU wliiit you cnidd to succor my distress, Aixi crushed and torn I sou|^ht luy native land jA'«[)i'iring of redress. Ijuaviu;,' Ixliind, \vi;hin an alien soil iMy STitoNc; l{i(;i[T Aim— f^iven by God to me To win l»y steady, persevering toil, A home and likrty. [woes,*] The years tliat since have passed have brought thoir Tiicir toils and sorrows; but I'm well content 1'oliv<} within my nat.ivo land with those Kind friends by heaven sent, And gladly would I spend my little store, Yes ! give my very heart's blood if 'twould saT« Ann bring you back, as in the days of yore, IVom out your early grave. And shall we meet again, to never part ? All ! that's the question that I fain wonld know j Death severs, but the loving human heart Can never let that go On wdiich 'tis built upon. The tree may die, The flower may wither, but the scent remains — • The never-dying holy memory, Triumphant over pain And death and mystery — and when life is o'er We two shall live and love in some bright sphere, Free from the sorrows and afflictions sore That's been our guerdon here. A nSEAM. 4M. Tlie vnicos of children at play — The lowing of herds on the hill, Ai ' walk at the close of the day On the road that runs down to the naill« The twitter of birds mid the trees — > The song of the milkmaid so gay, Jltars ofV on the evening breeze All traces of torrow away. I sit on a hillock to rest, As the sun o'er the mountains afar Sinks down in the glittering west, And the (queenly and bright eveMing star Appears on the horizon's lim In a haze of beatitic light, A\'hile tht katydid's sinewing her hymn To the radiant Empress of night. The frogs in the meadows below Their jubilant orchestra play^— And the sombre and lonely crow Skims over the upland* away. The ^ire-fly's lighting his lamp Which shines through thetall saving grass And up through the evening damp The faces of Memory pass. IVnd forms that I loved long ago In the hey-day of youtn and of pride ; They pause on their way as they go And seat themselves down by my side, II 4« PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS Hand-in-liand by tho livuhjt's shore, In tlw; .sluide of tlio wide-sproaduig ni;^hJ. I sit with coiiijmniona of yore, Unheeding of cold or affright. Their hands have a clill dt'ath-like prasj), Tlieir lips are an col'l hs the clay ; But I would not their fin;rers undasp For the eplfndor and Inightness of day. So we sit, and together we talk Of the rumbles by vallty and shore. Where in leva and atf'ectior) we walked In the beautiful springtime ot yore. Till our paths led in dini'iimt wuyg, And we bade each a final adieu : And I passed through thi; gathering haz<^ With the mountain of nianKov'd in vie\i. But they wearied and fell by the wuy, And alone I was forced to ascend. And I reached it at high noon of day, Unattended by brother or friend. But the past all comes back to mo now, And my comrades are with me again, Ard I feel on my cheek and my brow Their kisses like showers of rain. And I plead : Let me go with you now, I am weary and sick of this life — Of my toils and misfortunes below, I would end with this cankering strife. A ORPAM 47 riu! shadovv of dcaili (»'< r ine aits, My hteps urc in durknosn aikJ ('rend, My tiayy irb a «lri uiu as tl ov flit, A uiglit-mai'o u waits on luy bed. No hopu for the future iiwftitH, No dream of uinbitii ii (»r fu . o, The sport of tlie Furi. » and Fates. A record of \>calcness and b.amo Is all ti at is left for iite now, The sCnr of my irioiiiMg has set, The lam\.l.s are pluckod from my brow, Oh give me the powirto fo)get ! 'I'o drown in the Lethoa i lake My SI irowfl, my doubts Mid my learF, My t.^oiiblos, my siiifi and ii.i.stukcH, In a life tiiat will la^t with thosj)lit'H'S. Hut tilt y Jinswcivd : Not yet foi a wiiilc; Ihy lot is to still strugi^le on ; I awoke with the mc>rmiig'.s biiglit sniilo, And th".' night and the phuntouis woi'c gone. ■' I ill 1 ! 48 pat:iiotic and personal poems TO BENJAMiy F. LEG GET, OF \TAUD, PENNSYLVANIA. On receiviriL; liis two Volume8 of Poems : "A Sheaf of Song," and "An Idyll of Laka George." poet-lriond you brinp^ me With tuneful heart and tongue, My childhooH's happv memory When all the world watj young. The flowers by Salmon River's side As Peru sylvania's plains; As yours, tlie sunlight tinted tide Our own Lake George retains The legends of a c»)mmou land And common history Mak«rs me forget the boundary line Between myself and thee. For unto him who lingers o'er J he spoils of Art and time Our country's one fiom cold Bras d'Or To Calitoi nia s clime. 1 meiisure not with thee the pen Of lyric excellence, Enough, I love my fellow men. This is uiy soil- defence, I lev e the hills in suuimer glad \Vi h verdure's brightest glow. TO BEWJAJ.'JL' r. LriCGET Or through tlic frownir.^' winter olaci Wibli covni ing of snow. I love God's crcahircs every ono Of hiuh anJ iuw degree, And giatei'ul feel when 'er the sun Of love ]?= shed on ne. I love the arts tliafc rheer and bless, Knt chiefly Poesy, Ai^il thank you much with tenderness V\>r these, thv iiifts to me. Mjiu's life is short — the road is rough, And thorns bencLith his feet Ol toil and sorrow, give enough In either cold or heat. Mm blest is he, who, not unknown To sorrow's blif^hting power, ^,\mm, in hi? weary travail, turn To pluck a wayfeide flower. f RRKKRICTOX, N. B. CANADA. Marcdi 19, 18P6. 4") 1 , 4, 9J t=>ArRiOTtc a:4D personal poem^ lllE CAJ^ABIAN VEMOCRAT, The name of tlie litle hand-cart that 1 viae on my peddling trips througk the country. Author. It comes not with the roll of drums Or bugle's shrill alarms, But with a message of good-will Unto Canadian farms. And every gate is opened wide And every door unbars Whene'er its banner heaves in sight Beneath the evening stars, CHORUS. Over hill and valley, Over moor and flat You can hear the rumble Of the Democrat. The children know it when they 3e« Me toiling up the hill; And run with merry shouts of glee To help with ready will; And the i;ood wife puts the kettle oa And spreads the bounteous fare, And hastily springs forth to set The ever welcome chair. (Ch) Over hill and valley, Over moor and flat You can hear the rumble Of the Democrat. THE CANADIAN DEMOCRAT The supper o'er, we gather all Around the cheerful hearth; And crown the happy festival With songs of joj and mirth ; Till nine approaches, and we lay Aside our converse sweet, And gaily scamper on our way To bed with flying feet, (Ch) Over hill and valley, Over moor and flat You can hear the rumble Of the Democrat 6I» f \\ Jieneath the blankets cosily If sleeping with a mate, We gossip o'er the latest news Or wondrous tales relate Unto each other, — tales of love A nd dangers past asd gone, Of future prospects, hopes and fears And battles to*be won. (Ch) Over hill and valley, Over moor and flat You can hear the rumble Of the Democrat. .'1 i oa {?o passes life, in storm and calm,. In country and in town, As day by day, upon my way I wander up and down. Ljve is there to light the way. Courage to proceed, ., i\nd kindly hospitality . To help in time of need. ^1 ,,T«»OT.CA.OP..^ONAV..O.^S ^Ch) Over lull ana valley, You can hear tUe vumt.e Of the Democrat. I envy not the rich Hud great 7^ • \. for wealth or fame, Nor sigh *°' ""^ . ^ •„ ve-rct.. Nor woBte iny irnic Or unavailing p«<>- Content to ploci n.J «ea.7 «.>y And then, beneath six Enjoy a long repose. .Ch) Over hill and valley, ^ Over moor and tlat You can hear the rumble Of the Democrat. „ ,„.,v sift and blow, The winter snow may sm T care notfor the cold, V n^ sure I am secure Since safe and sure ^. Within the d«ar home fold. . ^nrseandwhatiswors«e, Though poor in parse an Possessing but one arm I do not tear, for God IS nen 'to shield from every harm. . ^ «\.A make amende* With loving friends who n» For thosi who on me ftow... THE EDITOR SINCS ril face the world with flag unfurlecl And never be cast dowQ. Enough to eat, a place to sleep, And clothes to keep nie warm, I'll fear no foe as on I go To face the cold world's storm. I envy not the happier lot Of others by my side ; With conscienoe clear and heart sinetrc Whatever ills betide. I'll ne'er despond but look beyond To better days in store j Though down I fall and '^ ainly call For dear ones gone bf fore. Hut changes come to «very one, And yet I feel the dart Of grief and woe, a year ago Which pierced me to the heart. When left alone to sigh and moan For one, who unto me Of soul an'^ heart will form a part Through all eternity. Yes, mother, in this world, or that To which I bend my course, I'll recognize in you the fount— Tn you the primal source ©r life and blood and all that's good In my poor mortal frame, •^3 \n •4 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS For what is bad in it you had * No share, and bear no blame. I cannot sec you mother dear, But know your loving eyes Are gazing on me tenderly From your bright home on high. And but a few short years will roll Ere we meet face to face, And be together, soul to soul (illasped in a fond embrace. But not forsaken wholly By the God of light anu love, I've friends on earth to take the place Of those who've gone above. With friends to cheer and country dear And prattling babe and wife, And heart content I'll take what's sent Of this world's care and strife. Though want and pain may come agaio And exile sad and sore ; I'll not repine, for friends of mine "Will ope for me the door. The long dark winter of this life I'll watch and wait and pray — And God the Good will give me food And list to what I say. Through toil and cares and frosty airi I'll greet the coming spring, ^ With bud and bloom beyond the tomb And birds that flit and sing. ON TIIK DEATH OF HDWl.N 1'. iJOYLE. SJS J>ear friemJ and comratl^ gone b^^yond the shadows, The ceaseless striving juid the sore unrest, Walkinfif tonight on brinrht and vernal meadows Within the peaceful joalms of the West. Dost think of mo, the angvy surges breasting; The shipwrecked maiiner on life's rough wave, A9> free from caie thy peaceful form is resting Within the confines of tliine early grave. Dost think of scenes, and hours without number, In tale and song, how we beguiled the time Wiiliin the little office — stolen from slumber, The hours sped away till mi Inight's chime. Hearty and helpful, never frown or anger, F^it ji'st and mirth and kindly sympathy You ever showed, even un'.o the stianger; To frionda and comrades all, but most to me. We talked of lif-', we tnlktd of death and glory, <)f hopes and aspirjti )us. distant scenes ; Of hero3s, saints aul sa;]fes fanitd in story : Of what weVi fiiucied in our wildest dreams We might have been had riches, place and power, Brilliant attainments, birth and station high, And all of Letining's rich and splendid dower Been showere 1 on us. Vain tor you and I To dream of gr;.'atneRS, fortune or preferment I'pon this earth; — I doomed to toil and pain, 'I^ 5«r PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEM8 You early doomed by Fate for gad interment Where I'll ne'er greet your pl.-asant smile atrai*. Until the veil is liTLed and the portal Of Heaven shines upon my long-injj view, Disrobed of flesh, with speech an(J song immortal We then our former friend-hip may renew. And if within that Blessed Land above us You still are cons ;ious of your earthly friends — Can guide and guard and cherish still and love us Until our *i< :): :)c .i( My hair is streaked with silver. My Hteps have slower grown, I do not run about and shoat In such a merry tone As once I did in childhood's days — My leaves begin to fall, And in my heart I sadly feel The conung of the Fall. 4 PATRIOTIC AND PERSOK :>OEM8 For forests rich with verdure [ have but withered leaves, And ohatFand straw tor what should be The golden autuuin sheaves. The friends I loved in ohildhood'H years Are i'ar beyond recall ; And 1"<'W I meet with me to greet The Cuming of the Full. When ncath the cold and silent earth At lusr, I'm luid to rest, Shall visions ot immortal birth My raptured soul arrest ? Or is this Hie, its cares and strife Its hopes and pleasures all ? 1 care not, haply I may rest Beieath the funeral pall. FRED TOUAG, The following lines were written Ut commfliimrate the lienjic action of Fred. Youn^.'. I youth of 8t. John, who lost Ills life ill a noble attempt to save a com- rade fruui drowuiny in Courtenay Bay. A monument has been erected to his mem- ory in the above city. Tempting.' the angry swelling soa, Against it struggled manfully A gallant youth both strong and brave, A telluw (.Teature's life to save. In vain the hope, not far from shore He sank, to rise agai;i no more ; THE LIVING AND THE DEAD Hiill ImMiiik'; in his aniM the child, Amid the Hurgea iiurce uiid wild. Toll to the world with pen and tongue The noble deed of Frederick Voung — To save a lilo lie risked hiB own, And in the cruel wave went down. 9f> , ix Oh I love divino in human breasts. Mini's groutest sacrifice and best, Triumphant over death and doom, Sh ill bright ai^ain in heaven bloom. TUIC LIVING AND IHE DEAD, Tho blHxing orb of day, instiact with life, The hum of Libor and the ceaseless din; Tht! inward rancor and the outward strife, The daily fight with Poverty and Sin; The frush of careless youth in sportive glee The onward rolling chariot of Trade, Like rivers roUin^^ to the distant sea In storm or sun or shade, Proclaim to me the ever varying stteam (,^f life, puissant, courageous and brave; So drift along our years as floats a dre£ " ' Above the margin of some lonely grave. The moon's pale calm and opalescent beams The west wind's song, the solema owl's too-hoo, The fire-flly's irradiating gleams, 1 it 60 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL PCiMS Til ](>no]y glons t.hfit pierce tho darknofls tlir(ili;,r|l. Tho black robed crows that homeward wing thuir flight In ^{lim procession sailing through the mist, The t\s inkling ^lars sheddinir their silvery li-ht On olo.se shut flowors by penrly dew drop* kissed, 'Minds me of Night and Death, ond in my walks I 6top beside a newly i'a«hioned grave And lay my head upon the slender stalks Where n 'W ^rnvn grass and flowering heartsoase wave. Of one who well in life performed her part In lowly .-tafon, asking nothing more Than, with a trse and gentle loving heart, (A priceless jewel, though amon^- the poor) To bullet winds and waves and adverse tides, For husbait'i, children, friends, and firn\ and fusL Bent to the buriltn. Asf a ship caitridcs The angry tleiDents, the surging blast; Weathered the stoi ins an 1 tidds of three sjore years, And Safe in liarb)r wait-^.d for the end Which came in early winter when the tfars Of sky congealed in ieathery flakes de- scend. * THE tlVINC AND THI DIAD So fill my tears In. in foiinUinb deep of wot Long hluinlK'iii g— looseu'd like the tor- icntft ru-h As panting, licr lovwil boooin, while with low And tt«eMe hroath, at hist there fell a hush On that ioved for/n, after the gurgling sound The tiumpet note of iXaih broke on my hearty And srraph forms \v<'re hovering around To bear her Hi>iMtr..r from me aiart. We )ui my best. AVith he;irt of O'er golden dreams and starry gleamt . I held beneath its scope. But never more thoo'j scenes of yoro Can come to me a^ain — For home and friend came to an end In once beloved old Maine. But still its shores are beautiful. Its woods are grand and fair — And sunshine, fluwers. beasts and birds With welcome meet me there, For earth is fair and everywhere Welcomes her children all — Where'er they go — but man, the foe Of man, laughs at his fall. JEAN niCABDO, (lone the fricnc? of many years, Jeati Ricardo ! Mourned with bitter sighs and tears, Jean Ricardo! Gone beyond the azure blue, Lost and hidden from my view — How I wish I'd gone with you, Jean Kicardo ! Lite is but a dreary void, Jean Ricardo ! Something I have ne'er enjoyed, Jean Ricardo ! Now, as pass from year to year, Friends and loved ones I held dear, JEAN RICARDO Sliould I wish to !iri<:er here? Jeau Hicardo ! Passed the spring-tiuie of m^ day, Jean Uicai'do ! Scenes of hope and youthful play, Jean Uicardo ! Winter's fioots and whirling snows, Disappointments, carta and woes — I must grapple with all those; Jean Kicardo ! U Other friends there still remain. ... Jean Ricardo ! To thrill the pulse of life again, Jean Ricardo ! But there's none with readier hand, Gentler speech or smile more bland, '''han those gone from out the land, Jean Ricardo 1 When "the pearly gates unfold,'' Jean Ricardo ! jLnd I tread the streets of gold, Jean Ricardo! In the New Jerusalem, Shall we be to each the same — Olasp the hand and shout the uame— Jean Ricardo 1 ^ «1 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS HELLO PAPA/ One eve in an Eastern village j" I wanaered adown the street— • Twaa summer, the moon shone brightly And the air was cool and sweet. 1^' I was thinking ot days departed, Of my happy boyhood life, Ere weary and broken-hearted I had entered the world's fierce strif«. Wi And drifted along on its current, Impelled by a phantom hand, Far far away from the moorings Of my pleasajit childhood's land When ''hello, papa " froa. a doorstep In musical tones broke forth — So sottly sweot and angelic It could scarcely proceed from earth. And 1 glanced up frouj my musings And saw two sweot little girls With cyco as bright as the 8ta''s at night And long brown clust«ring curia. Standing thoro in a doorway Kmbower(*fl in blossoms sweet, Whicii thr> slai ling rays of the moonligbi Outlined from their head to the?r feeU I iir.'WlilL: Ui'ill llij V!.-i ;ll in clear uini bold relief t\ Ancc!*)urj Mi\ ne. HELLO PAPA The radiant Ibniis of armols — While the shaUow.s of Woe and (jrief Of Disappointed Kiideuvor And koeu Misfortune's dart Still clustered around m^ pathway And knocked at the door of my heart • 1 thought at 111 St ' twas a vision That was born of my fevered brain, And that 1 was living over The dear old days again. When, "hello !" again, my papa, Saluted my listening ear, And wafted its angel music Through the dewy atmosphere. And I fell agaia to thinking As I kept upon my way, Of what might have been my fortune In a brighter and better day. 67 I J I drew in my mind a picture — A house in a pleasant street, With the woodbine wreathing around i^ And the patter of little feet. Of a dear face at the window Expectantly looking ibrth To greet my safe homj-coming To my pleasant cottage hearth. 3 waken and ''>ok around me, — The vision again had flown ••rfp^ mnnH 63» PATRICTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS And I found myself a-standiog Out in the street alone, With the bowers of Eden buried Again from ray yearning view, \Yhile the flaming sword from its portal My weary foot pursu«. GliAlfD LAKE STREAM. Sounding thrauL^U the halls of memory come tin voices of the past Throu^'^h the gulf of years arises tin electric wire of thought Again [ tread the blossomiai; fields, pressed by my childish feet, and wander throiii^k the grand old forest. By t!)« banks of the beautiful Grand Lake Stream, Where the nioniiug s>iii with its golden beam Gilds the forest tre^s in its glittering wake, And batli( 3 in beautj the tranquil lake. Where the lilits float on tlieciystal tide, Or in ooze and tangle their faces hide, And the lordly sahnon leaps to the fly, In the sheltered cove, with the rocks hard by. Where the tents of the sportsmen glimmer white, Afar, in the carapfire's ruddy light — And the rod and che reel the whole day througli, Are heard to cl'ck from the birch canoe. Where the may flower hides 'neath the rocky ledge, By the side of the river's rugged tdge; And tiie black-berry grows on the poplar plain, That ne'er saw the sight of the golden grain, GRAND LAKE STREAM Oh! the days jrone by I w.>ia!d fain recall, And find my companions, cne and all, And roam again through those shady bowers I often sae in my dreamland hours, And feel on my cheek t!ie flush of youth, And feel in niy houi t the love and truth, Ere the cares of life, and misfortune's dart Had draNTn me away from nature s heart. And bathe again in the c-ystal lake. Or with blithe companions my journey take, With biich and paddle, tackle and tent. Eqiiipptd for a fishing tournament And sit in the noonday sun and dream, By the side of the boautiful Junior stream, Where the trees their stately images throw, And mirror themselves in the ware below. These, and a thousand visions pass Like fleeting shadows through Memory's glasi, Til. I'ond illusions, the golden dreams, Tiie crystal lakes and sylvan streams That once vseie mine in the golden glow of life's b'ifif summer so long ago; luishrined in iny heart, like the ocean pearl, >*afe in its shell, from the eddying swill Of bitter anguish and deep unrest 0[ liojie deferred, and the bootless quest For fame and fortune and sweet content, I'uder the light of the firmament. eo I t I I m -^ 70 PATRIOTIC AND PERS0P4AL POEMS i! 'i Begone from my forehead the cloud of woe At the hardships I had to undergo ; And spread the tabla for one feast more By the beautiful laV enchanting shore. All are invited, young and old — Those who have loved nie aud those who were coU ; Those who have injured an Cluster around the graveyard wall, Peace to their a^^he- who rest beneath The rocks aud hiils in the sleep of death — Honor and frit*ndship and kinJiy word For all who are living above the sward. Beauty and grandeur for a;.reain and lake, Where song-biids early their chorus wake — Peace aud plenty t.n i b^e^aings on All who reside its shores upon. K,- Heilth and happiness, blest content, Be theirs till the days of life be spent; When with sails all swt a. id a favoring breezs MY DEAD 71 Thej taimch their barks upon unknown leas With the shierd of Faith and the anclior of Hope May they in the darkness successfully cope Wiih ^htj powers of evil wbosp wings uiifurlod Still haunt the domaiua of ihe nether world, ,^^'1 ftverv^ /»lis^f,:>c!e over and past, Till J iuay weather the atonna and tlie bitter Waits And smooth may their barks o'er the waters glide hi safety reaching the othjr Ride. I MY DEAD Scenes of the past arise before my vision, And dear, dead eyes are gazing into mine-^ Fond arms outstretched from many a churchyard prison In loved embrace around my iieck entwine. Voices are calHng to me through the shadows That strew the pilgrim paths of many a year — Aad sunny vales and sweetly scented meadows Qreen as in days of childhood, now appear. Hopes that illumed the skies of early morning And flowers that blossomed only to decay;' And friends and loved ones, once my heart adorn- ing, Have faded now and passed from earth away. '>»€ 1 lemember, whose young feet grew weary. And I n the road she paused to take a rest — 72 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS We laid her In the churchyard coM and dreary, And piled the i<'y clods upon her breast. i»weet be thy bleep beside the rolling river. Dear sister, after ail thy toil and pain ; And when jjriin death my spirit does deliver, I hope to see thy lovinj^ face again. Another, I romenibor who together With mo had borne the storms of twenty years, l>istanc(f and l'»reiL;n lands wo two have severed, jSor cuuld 1 bend above his lonely bier. The sndvv has rested twice upon his dwelling Jienuiith the graveyard's damp and icy mould Vet in my broast a heart for him is swelling, Which time nor distance never can make cold. Brathor I if in the land beyond my knowing, 'J'he sun of righteousness forever shinea — The crystal stjeam of life is ev. r flowing Through bowor.s ofbloom and overhanging vines. 1 hope to sliuro it with you — and together, Hand clasped in hand, and answering heart t% heart, We'li wander in tlie bright elysian weather, And never never from each other part. liut if as some believe, 'tis all a story — Itigonious wrought, imposture without truth, The Heaven above, the God ol light and glory , Wo learned of 'round our mother's knee in youtli. 'Twill make jju difference, it you're only near m e. LET HER CO For du8t and deity will bo the saino, t)h I could my curs of flesh hut only hour theo Muke noHwer when I call upon thy name Whichever wny it is. no mortal being Oun pierce the veil that scvor.s life from dcatli; We only hopo the privilc<5C ofHeeing ^11 things, when wo arc done with mortal breath. 7S \ These were tho last wordH of "Buck" who w-ifi oxecnted for the "murder" of I'oHcemau Stead man by a random shot after the said polict>tnan had run to earth him and his pal "Jim" whom lie attempt- ed to arrest upon suspicion of having been the perfetrators of a burglary com- mitted a Hliort time f)roviou8ly at Chat- ham. As the policeman fired the lir«t shot^ it might well have been considered a case of self"defenc«, but the resultof the trag- edy was that a general howl wentnp from the community for the blood of the men, guilty or not guilty. A recommendation to mercy, which tho jury felt constrained to give under the circumstances, was set aside by the presiding jud^';e, as was also an appeal to the Governor- General, signe-i by several thousand reputable citizens and largely on the manufactured evidence of the spy Carrol, this poor tramp suffered the penalty of the law. " LET IIJEB GO," '« Let her go !" :><>.«> ^^ >^ IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) !.0 I.I 1.25 - IIIIIM v^ m ■ 40 M Z2 M 1.8 U 111.6 V] <^ /# VI c*. cTl rf> <*>^>; ^7^ O ^ / / /^ Photographic Sciences Corporation V» ^^v. % '^^ <> n^ 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, NY. 14580 (716) 872-4503 €^ 1 .^ ^ 0" p w. ^^ CIHM/ICMH Microfiche Series. CIHIVI/ICIVIH Collection de microfiches. Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductions Institut Canadian de microreproductions historiques 1980 i^ !; \mM 74 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS While below Surged the angry crowd around him, In their eyes a fiandish glow. Not a friend To the end, While alone he bravely stood— Not a man to show him meroy ; Kindlier feelings all subdued. To the gallows, Hard and callous Judge aad jury. He must die-— Not a sigh from friends or loyed onM Not a tear from any eye. Only Jim Remembered him. Manacled in chains of steel — Rich and great Learn too late Kven hearts of tramps can feel. "Let her go!" Faint and low Tolls the death-bell on the moriinf Of his fatal overthrow. While below To and fro Surge the eager crowd to witntss AH that scene of death and wo«. "Let her go !" Earth below Hides his crimes and impsrfectioM 'Neath the early winter snow. LET HER CO 7S '• Let her go !" Breeaes low Breathe above his grave, and sweetest Violets in their beauty blow, When the snow Here bslow, Melts in tears of tender pity ' Neath the May sun's ruddy glow. Men like f^ee f May go free, Or a smooth-tongued oily scamp Like to Welton, While ^ey'ie peltia' Hocks at every friendless tramp. And policemen. They can fleece men — Shoot them dovvii upon the street }; Without trial Or denial, While they still keep on their beat. ■\Cx. Herbert Lee a St. John defaulter and church and society leader. t Officer Caples who shot a man dead named McNeil, on Sheffield St., because he wrenched himself free from his grasp and was running away to escape being locked up for being drunk, A mock trial was gone throuijli with, but as is nearly •Iways the case between a common man «s againit an officer of the law the police* nan was sent back to his beat without • ven a reprimand. 76 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS Ia this law We've heard and saw, Without prejudice or flaw? — You can guess All the rest, And the inferences I draw. I t. till! ELBRIDGE AOIfEW Note. While engaged in my capacity of pack-peddler, some y<3ar8 ago, I drew up before the door of the house oft family named Hill, on the Ledge Road, a short distance be- low Saint Stephen, of a winter tn the '80s The family cen- siated of Mr and Mrs Hill, ttieir family of small children and Klbridge Agnew, a young man of about 19 or 20 — a son of Mn Hill's by a former marriage. I did not like Hill, as he waa of a glum and churlish disposition and selQsh withal, for severe as the night \» as he would have denied me shelter had it uot been that his wife and £lbridge both pleaded that I be allowed to stay. The latter, who shared his bed with m* that night I found to be a young man of rare goodnsss Of lieart, fine literary tastes, a good knowledt^e of human nattirt excellent memory and jovial disposition He had staid bat little at home and from certain signs apparent to the most dull, 1 had good reason to think that he was very little more welcome at least by hia step father, than myself. The great- er part of the night we spent in telling stories and reoiting poems, at which he was an adept Our hearts and brains seemed to run together, being both crippled we were drawn together in a common bond of brotherhood. He followed tht sea, in the capacity of cook'fl assistant, and its poetry, pathoi, mystery and mirth were neverbetter revealed to me, than by him that ni^rht. I left the ne^ct morning and never went that road again. The last time I visited St. Stephen I learn- ed from friends that he had fallen overboard from a schooner and found a watery grave. — Aui'hok. Where the hills sharp and high, rear their peaks to the akj Looking over the wuteri; so blue, ELBRIDCE ACNEW 77 AiiJ 'Iio pines wave their arms in the North wind's alarms, TIk.'io T first met young Elbridge Agnew, Wliuiii I love as I've loved but a few. J 3k-peddler, house of a i8tADC« be- fioiily c«a- lildren andl son of Mn as ho was ih witbal, me shelter leaded that ed with ma joodnsss Of man nature id staid bat to the moBt little moK The great - nd reciting and brains ^ere drawn allowed tbt iry, pathoi, ne, than hj ever went 3n I learn. a schooner to the akj WhcMc the turbulent tides lash the trembling sides Of tlic muuutain, uummanding u view (Jf two cities, I've stood in a dwelling of wood, Sirlp by side with my Elbridge Agnew, .Vy sailor buy, iiiauly and true. 0, tliat night loug ago — I can hear the wiodg blow, And the scene flashes on mc anew, When together we roomed, while the hurricane boomed- r and my Klbridgo A-gnew, My young brother — so to my view. We spoke of the sea, and its mysteries he Unfolded at once to my view, And its maiiifold charms and terrific alarms Made a picture authentic and true, A picture, though old, ever new. And with story and song through the evening long. Were the moments beguiled by us two, Till in sleep side by side we lay down by the tide, I and my Elbridge Agnew, And the earth and sea fade from our view. Id the morning we wake and aside slumber .shake, As we see from our window the view Of the golden sun's ray rising over the bay, Illuming the heavens so blue, Which spoke of the Good and the True. Wt go to the shore and our eyes wander o'er I 78 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS The wiuckage the Dighthad beitrew (In the ^lt•»^ti8 round tibout, in its reel and ita route->- WieokH. even like [ and like yoa, Which the world counts as nought in its Titfr. That morning we part, ard with sorrowing heart 00 I my tJ rear journey pursue, Mid gtra'i^crs to rouiii, without friends or a home, 1 think of youn^ KIbridge Agnew Forever now hmt to uiy view. 1'he years have passed on and no more I'm alone, Kt r friend", tender heiirted and true lUvc been raiHtvl up fur me by the laad and the sea— Dut there's none like my KIbridge Agnew, Who lies 'neath the waters 8o blue. THE POET AKD THE EDIIOR The Poet came tu the Editor's door Oiiediirk November night, While the rain poured down in torrents lu a sad and wuful plight His clothing was drenched by the rain, Hisstomu'h by the gin — Tho Kiitor got out of bed And let the Poet in. He niituriiliy invited him To share his humble fare — Went to hang up his hat and coat^ And offered him a chair TNK POCT AND THI BDITOR Beside the eook-stove's eheerfnl blaze To dry his dripping form, Bat DO— he wnnted more within To keep his Titels warm. And issuing an order, he Went forth into the night To g«)t a 'Mong-neek/' which he said Wonlci bring him roand all right. The Editor's wife, not liking this, Got up and locked tiie door,, Avd Towed bj »)! was good and great, He'd get in there no more. With fragrant breath and bleary eje And Twee and manner wild ; To raise a fnss and make a mnss And scare her and the child. ^ J Ezpostuktions were in tain, For who will dare gainsay That when a woman takes a whim She's sare to' have her way. 8e eutside he was forced to stand And shirer in the cold, And denied all means of entrance To the Editor's warm fold. B«t he was not inclined to take It quietly, and go, AhMt his business though each plea Was aaswered by a "No." 4 I ao PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS ^H) wrathful iy he Htampod and raged And shook the door amain— I^ut fruitless his eud^avors, for • lie could no entrance gain. His eager cries and loud replies • Alarmed the neighbors round, And all King Street with nimble feet Were soon upon the ground. To 6nd out what was wrong when thej Had heard the hue and cry : — Kut like the priest and Levite they Indignant passed him by. Midnight from out the tower struck , And ihea one, two and three ; \i[it the Poet bravely kept his post Hold and persistently. Until two good Samaritans Who pitied his sad plight Accorded him a shelter At the lock-up fbr the night. The wooden board oould ill afford A pleasant place of rest, l^ut like a true philosopher Ot it he made the beat. Till daylight sprinkled o'er the hiil« With mists of morning gray, Add the police unlocked the door , And sped him on his way.. ; I* -I *' -t] THE POET AND THE EDITOR But itill, thoir hoHpitality They could not well extend To one who had acconipaiiiod hiui — Uig very " bosom friend." So to " Old Wye " ho bade goodbye With low and u)^)urni'ul sound, As Hideout took it from his breast And dashed it on the ground. Kcturning to the Kdit<>r Repentant and ashamed, And made apologies and said That him he never blumed. And something of his better self Game back to eye and tongue, A nd so a pleasant time they had In converse sweet and long. MORAL. 80| gentlemei, whene'er you go To call upon a friend — Hoping a pleasant time to have And happy hours to spend. For your*s, as well as for his Bake, Be sure and take good care Not of yourself a iool lo mak« By " loading up for bear. 81 f ' t> PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POBMS ■i^ r\ t( y B^ ' 11 ^1 ^A mi . A PLAINT I sigh for the vanished years; For the days of youth now fled : Fur the hopes that bloomed in mj morniDg hourly That now lie withered and dead. For the flowers {ratherod by the way, Full flushed with rosy bloom. That mouldering, now lay hid away, Asleep in the earth's cold tomb. 1 sigh tor the friends, now gone, Whose love I Uvsod to share, Who oft my weary heart beguiled Of horrow, pain and care. Some rest in the churchyard, their cold, damp bed, Aff'ords a quiet sleep; And over their graves are the red leaves spread| Where mourners go to weep. « Some are estranged and pass me o'er With a look of scorn or strife : While some, 'midst distant scenes afar, Have faded from my lite. Oh, I sigh for the winter almost here With its cold and icy breath; For the trees, which stand with their branohes bare In the chill embrace of death. AlHELtTANE And I liken mj life to the winter drear, With its windsand Vn driving snows; And my thoughts are oh wild as the hurricaae That OTor the Noithland blows. And my hopes lie buried in the past Aft the drifts cover up the flowers ; And 1 n^'er can hope to behold again Thojojfs of those vanished hours. •3 Now T see you not again Athelstane, And 1 search for you in vain — Hill and plain Never more resound your tread, You are numbcied with the dead, And your Booii of J-ife is road, Athelstane. Yet from trouble, care and pain, Athelstane, And the longings all in vain, Heart and brain, Now forever are at rest, In the Islands of the Blest, And T wish I was your guest, Athelstane. Now the winter comes again, Athelstane, And the snow and frost on liver f^ 84 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS Hill and pUin, (?overn in a ohill embrace All tbo ohariuH of nature's faoe, AN its beauty and its graoo, Athelstane. « When the spring returns again, * Athelstane, And the flowers bloom in beauty O'er the plain, In the South wind's fli^hing noise We shull hear your gentle voice, And 'twill muke our hearts rejoioe, Athelstane. Written on the occasion of the ezohftnge of Company A., K. R. C. I , to Halifax, and tl)u arrival of a Company of the Royal Berkshire Regiment, of Halfax, in their stead. OUn SOLDIER BOYS, GOOD BYE With quivering lip and panting breath And low and muffled drum, We see f i om out the Barrack gate The lonj; procession come ; With faltering step and downcait head, While tears bedim each eye. We gather at the train to bid Our soldier boys good bye. They've been with us for many a year; Thej've shared our grief and joy, OUR SOLDIER BOYS, GOOD BYE And nearly every maiden baa A bonny soldier boy ; What wonder then the aiuidens lob. And wring their hundH uiid ory, "^hilo gjthering at the train to bid Our soldier buys good bye. What matter if their colonel in A 'ristocratio prig, And the commanding officers May feel so very big, They're not a fraction influenced By rank and atutiun high, So, gathei at the train to bid Our uoldier boys good bye. The lanes, the track, the groves and streets. The road down to the mill. Will be exchanged for North-West-Arm And lofty Citadel Hill; And Albermarle will ring with song And jest and glass go 'round And many a festive maiden fair Upon their knees be found. But who can ohide, or blamo them for The exercise of love ? That very fact does to the world Their virile manhood prove. While red blood runs in youthful veini And lightnings flash each eye, We gather at the train to bid Our soldier boys good bye. OB 4* 99 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEM8 But u few months shall roll and then They'll be with us once more, And wander with their girls again By meadow, stream and shore. And all their sighs and tears, and woed Their yearning griet and pain Will be relieved whene'er they greet Iheir soldier boys again. MI Lll TLE KLOXDIKE NUG- GET >— i__ « THE author's baby BOT. Sonic search for golden treasure, For happiness aud pleasure To fill up their life's measure, Over land and over sea, But my little Klondike Nugget, So cosy and so snug il Heposes on my bu8«»m, or dances on my knee CHORUS. My little Klondike Nugget, I'll kiss it and I'll hug it; My little Klondike Nugget Is ail the world to me. Although Misfortune^s finger , Upon me still does linger, And heavily oppresses me by night a^t well as day. Vet his smile of winsome gladness Dispels all gloom and sadneMi MY LITTLE KLONDIKE NUCCET And chases from my weary brain all anxious tboughts away. CII0RU8. My little Klondike Nugget, I'll kiss it and Til hug it, 'T would turn the blackest night for m« Into the brightest day. When weary with my trials, My toils and self-denials, And reeking with the yials of chastise- ment severe, I see beyond the sorrows Of many sad to-morrows Some hope that I may borrow of com- I'ort and of cheer. • CHORUS My little Klondike Nugget, I'll kiss it and I'll hug it. And for his sake my way I'll make In spite of doubt and fear. As up the rough recesses, And tangled wildernesses, From babe to man he presses his en- ergetic way. ni have a hand to guide me, A foot to walk beside me. Though all the world deride me I'll care not what they say. CHORUS. So that my Klondike Nugget, 87 83 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS I'll ki89 it and Til hug it, Bu .spared to guide my footstepg And smooth my hair of grey. And safe in his affection And tender recolUctioD, I'll sec in him perfection as only parents may, And blean the day that brought me A Comforter who sought me, When all else had forgot me or mouldi ered in the clay. CHORUS. My little Klondike Nugget, I'll kiss it and I'll hug it; Although a man, for him I can Feel as I do today. So, though the way looks dreary, And heart and brain are weary, ril whistle glad and cheery — thougk sore may be my heart, Content if we're together Ijj bright or ntormy weather, That laic may never sever our kindred souls apart. CHORUS. My little Klondike Nugget, I'll kiss it and I'll hug it. Is all L love but those above, Tes all on earth thou art. - And, when the years advancing, I see, on backward glancing, MY LITTLE KLONDIKE NUGGET Death's courser wildly prancing to call me ' . my doom. And likf a cloud behind me, The fleeting years thnt bind me, Shall roll, I hope to find me rest and abundant loom. 80 Within the sacred portal Whore all of me that's mortal Shall rest in peace and quiet until the judgm«nt day ; And when beside my pillow, Where bends the weeping willow, The birds above are singing and the ^ little children play. CHORUS My little Klondike Nugget, I'll kiss it and I'll hug it. ni be there to smile a welcome When you think I'm fur away. And when on starry pinions I Boar through the dominions ©f Hope and Joy and Blessedness on that celestial shore, With father and with mother, With sister and with brother. There'll only be another that I'll wait to welcome there. CHORUS My little Klondike Nugget, I'll kiss it and I'll hug it, And in my arms I'll lug it, ^1 90 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS The swelling waters o'er, ','iHi Thus when the fle>Hing hours At last exhaust youi powers, And time has crowned with flowers your last abiding place. Beside me and your mother, Also, beside another I've loved beyond all others, until to n»y embrace You came one eve to bless me To comfort and caress me, * And in your arms to press me and cool my aching head ; And up Life's rugged highway. And many a lane and by-way You've guided safe my faltering feet and helped me earn my bread. CHORUS. My little Klondike Nugget, I'll kiss it and I'll hug it — Of all the world there isn't one I'd put into your stead. 80 all of us united, Our love and friendship plighted , Mo more we'll be affrighted by trouble| and by cares IJorn of earth and its sadness, Its troubles and its madness, But everlasting gladness with you 1 hope to share. So cominji back from ages ANSWER la fature history's pages That heroes, saints and sages hare for centuries foretold. 1 lay aside my dreaming. My planning and my scheming, And he "what I am seeming as on mj knees I hold My little Klondike Nugget As round the house I lug it — My little Klondike Nugget That's more to me thun gold. •I ANSWER To Barry Straton's ** Inland." Bitter hiasts bewailing. Birds no longer sailing O'er the placid waters of the fair St. John ; Yield to breezes vernal, Breath of the eternal Messenger of Rapture, Lord of Life and Song. Though the summer flowers, Wither, and the hours f>f owr happy childhood fade away so fast ; Hopes and aspirations, Bold determinations Shattered into fragments by the rising blast. ; ! MZ. • 2 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL ^ 9EMS And the Autumn's sober Aspect brinj^s October With its naked branches and its sqowj fields ; Safe stored by the fire Or in burn or byre !iio the rich pruduotions of the summer's Yield. Though our heads are hoary — More of want than glory, Sorrow and iifBiction have the seasoni brought, Care and deprivation. Trouble and vexation. That which most eludes us is that wo most have sought. Still the Bow nt Beauty Points the path of duty Up to heights, before unsealed and to victories ours ; And its rays prismatic Shine with joy ecstatic And the song of triumph is heard amid the showers. Then sigh not for the flowoQi Of the summer hours, Live in hope and patience though tha way be long; Winter's storms and rigor, Ne'er shall mar their vigor, Through the brains of poets, bursting into soDg, "Tfeai TO AN AGED BARD From star-orowned heights white with the winter's SQOW 8ong8 true aud beautiful arrest the ear, Bringing to us in vallejH down below Kioh words of comfort, words of hope and cheer. Ill thy serene and peaceful atmospher j Life's golden suu shall set, and with hjads bowed Thy sorrrowing friends shall bend above thy bier, Wbile o'er the wiil of mo lining lon^ and loud The Sun of Righteousne. A COMPANION PIECE TO "THE KIDS OF DUFFY STKEET. It ith )iaed Qe, lined, take, Author's .iak» 'Tis just al>ove the tannjry That stantln up')n tho bank, Where lojjfs aro lying all about And kids and weed a grow rank. Within the house that's tenanted By I and Jones and Pat There dwoll in swoot Sr^curity The Bugs of Our Flat. CHORUS. Oh, tho Bu^rs of Our Flat, They're largo and plump and fat From foa'^tiiig on the editor — The Bugs of Our Flat. They luik witfiin the cracks all day And thou come out : night, When they upon thf victims prey Until th J morning light. There is uo one secure from them And e'en the dog and cat 'Are nearly eaten up alive By the Bugs of Our Flat. CHORUS. Oh, the Bugs of Our Flat, I'm longing to get at Some agency to settle them — The Bugs of Our Flat. i Of PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS Ou sulphur, piiiit an I turpontiae I've .spouf fivi! (1 jllnrtj cash, But iiiul It iniietiV'utuiil Tosot'.lo up tluiir huAi. I've HcrubbfMl ari'l scalded every roo«i Ami d'jitod liVci-y mat, Jiut llnd I iUriot drive away The liu;;s of Our 1 lat. CIEOKUS. Oh. tiiL' Rugs ot Our Flat, On wo. nan, man and brat They're bound to hold a baibeout, The IJu.^'s of Our F.at. Anon, I've tried Dalmatian, Caibjlic and benzine, Bug-poison, strychnine, acetate And pounds of Paris Green. Hut these an- 1 other leuiedies So far havt pr iv. n that It is impossible to kill The Bugs of Our Flat CHORUS. Oh, the B.jcrs of Oar Flat. There's ne'er a mouse or rat That gives ma half the trouble &• The Bugs of Our Flat. I came h )mG from the ofl&ce And then take off my clothei And stretch myself upon the bed Awaiting sweet repose ; MS THE BUGS OF OUR FLAT 1 feel something upon W" leg. I cry out: "Whntis that!" And renchinjif down I brir<^to vioMT A Bug of Our Flat. CHORUS. Oh, the Pups of Oi-r Flat, On pillow, tick and slat, They're circling rovmd in myriadB, The Bug8 of Our Flat. Old Ephreim tumbles into btd, Ard soon begins to snore. But suddenly jumps up ad all day nmi hhiw — My gracious ! what a catih." And 80 tho story goes ati Any And Wetniore cracks hif- jttkes. With sparkling wit and iinnte' g»y, He captivates the f'olkH And some goous only bmii; half price While others sell at face. And others still are sold tor twice They brought in tlu; first plac«.' Then homeward each one takes his way Loaded up to the chin With pickle bottles, forks and trays And boxes, pots and tin. • And We — el gets a double teum And tills his brimming ftore ; But when auction day comes 'iound again He's always there for more." So here's to Wetmore, may his bell Resound until the l;ist, His hammer ring, his deep voice swell 'Till the great trumpet blast. And when the last great day comes round The heavens are in a scroll Boiled up; may Wetmore knock it down And We — el take the whole. So, for the red and white and blue, Sunburst and oriflamme. The stars and bars and tieur-de-lis I do not care a d — m m 11 117 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS lint wlicn there's something to bo sold And I have {»ot the swag, I'll place in)'solf' beneath the folds Of Wetmore's Auction Flag. lit i-. NO Tin NO LIKE LEATHER. The Enterprising Shoemaker And The Festive City Belle. flc was u brisk yountr shoemaker, She w;is a city bulle They had bieii long together, and They ioveil each other well. He swore that she was '"awl" to him — Slu' stuck tt) him like wax ; Ihey sealed their fond devotion in A round of hugs and smacks. They 'solely" for each other lived And vowed that to the "last" While timeiihould roll, they'd *'sole ta sole" Bo 'pegged" together fast. What "boots" the young men's prom- ises W hen they their love express ? And so he faithless proved unto The beautiful Maud S. And took one of the *'upper" ten To travel by his side ; Forgetting all his promises To make of her his bride. NOTHING LIKE LEATHER 118 One eveniujr, coming to the shop To have a plcnsunt talk,— To sit down ou his lap awhile And go out for a walk, 8hc found it closed, and looking up Beheld with wondering e^ea The windows all resplendent in A flood of gorgeous d^cs. Ik His nunie and business blazoned o'er Tn letters raust grotesque — It filled with pride the loving heart Of beautiful Maud S., To see her lover's thrift and skill, His pluck and cntei prise, lleflected from the painter's skiil Standing before l.er eyes But not for long she gazed upon This gay and giuiy sliovv, For turning she beheld a soene That filled her heart with woe. For, coming down the street she spied Fler lover, arm-in-arm With his newly-acquired girl, Unconecious of alarm. j!:l They passed — she stumped and set her teeth, — ''And is this trulv so? That this is my true lover, George, Along with his new beau.'' B 110 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEM8 Hu'a out mo dead, but oan he think I'll not get even yet ? My heart he's broke — his window gO«i I'll be revenged you bet." So flaying, raised her dainty fist And came down with a orask And what reaembled very muoh The 80und of breaking glass. Then faHefied she went her way And 8aid : *' I rather guess He'll not attempt with me to play Or trifle with Maud 8." lie went and swore a warrant out And thou'ih 'twiis very harsh llf hod ber taken up and tried lijloie old Colonel Marsh. When she was sentenced to a fine She found it was no sport, For in all her experience She'd ne'er pcen such a " court," To " Granite Hall" she thtn was brought And amid cold and scorn Consigned into the keeping of Mister Johnny Hawthorn. The glo iniy wallg closed in on her v\'ith dark and dismal frown, 80 Gearing her that she forthwith Did plank the money down. r^SLlHING LIKE LEATh^fl 120 And free again she ri»'ii)i> tho streoU Tliiri pretty littlo lass ; 8lie bleaks the record but she yet, Has broken no more glass. MORAL The moral of this story is Wheu all is pat together Throughout the whole wide universe There oothing is like leather. . ■^ ^ ll-'- U' I. ■'), DEDICATIO:^. Like forest seeds, by trunnt breezes blown, I cast these ' scnftered children of my mind," Descriptive cf the happy yearti aow flown And scenes and comrades long since left behind Crushed hopes, and faded flowers whose sweet perfiiiiid Ifixhale from graves ot the lonLj-buried dead, And fill with fragrance all luy little room, And wreathe the pillow 'round my sleeping head. I wake. What matters it to you the real (^ndition of ruy present? and the pain Of head or heart this shattered form may feel The want and scorn are mine — yours the ideal ; But Time's unceasingly revolving wheel Propels me onward. Farewell to the soeros Of youth and happiness. I go to meet Whatever ur.iv butul me Here or There. So, it you cannot from my bleeding feet Extract the thorns — For Jesu>*' sake forbear To make my burdens heavier or add unto my care fuM9 kd. ^ MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, »f ire ! I' H^ !■ A DREAM OF ITArPINESS k ,j^ 4 The flowers are bloumirig iu the vule Renoath the pa>-aer'8 feet — Their nccnt iH wuftud on the gale Id an aruiim Hweet. The day is bright, a cIoadlcHs sky StretcheH above the scone • O'er lofty mouutuins towering high And hillB of balmy gr^on. And walking' through these .sylvan glade.*» A thuushi.d uiemoriea vaat Come thronging on my brain with shades And lightb of years long pust Again through blinding tears I see The happy days of yore When youthful suns shone pleasantlj On Hulraon River's shore. Thai crystal river's pearly flow Kntraneed luy youthful eyes While sky above and eurth below Caught gleams ut Paradise, Tbouirh weury years have passed .sine* then Both fraught with grief and care, And since 1 joined the ranks of men Of woe I've bad my ohare. Skill treasured in my heart I keep Those holy memories dear, £y day or night, awake asleep They bauut my visioQ here. .X A DRCA 4 Of HAP iNCSS. I2t \U\l tl)i>'i li I It ir.'tio till! (1 >WUi'S blojIU l''ur iiic, ul" liopo uikI j ly Har Suiuimir .suns tli^pcl my glaoui Ah whon I was u buy. Aui\ dark Mic,i')rtuiiu'd isublu biow Frowns oiiiiiious of ill In Hceticii lilvu thcMo I'lii lniii>y now 1 feel inypulscH thrill. Tho breezes whisper in my ear •\U'l calm my .••eliiti;; lio;nt iSdiiietliiiig of love Hiid liojie and ehcer Their miisie dueu impart. I'he pines outslrotcli their branches wide jjike f'ricrully wricoii.inj; hands 'J'he statel) |»iiiey, the forest prido Of my o^'f\ native land. Thus, ever through my darkened life A glimpse of sunlight shines, Piercinj^ the clou l.s so tilled with strife With long and sparkling lines. But nevermore the blissful days That matte my childhood sweet Shall shed upon ■' heart ti ray To guide my erring feet. i|fi| B23 PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS *' SLIDING nOWN Tlltl HILL, When da}' is done nail t.il is o'er, And eve is" u^iherod in, As home retunuDg lei-urt-iy, 1 hear u luerry din. What Ciin iheiu be to cause this noise. When all aiout.d is still '{ It is the sound ol' girls ;iiid bojrs A-slidii»^ (hiwii the hill. How njcnil}' they skisn .ilijng Upon their dainty sleds; So svril't you'd almost think 't\v> u!d tur.i The ladies' pretty heads; But ^tuiity lads do . uide the helm, And I'.oid on with a will, So jreiitle liidie.s you mo safe While .slidiri"' down tiie hill. Take cure nnd keep away fiom tlicin As down the hill they go, ll'not, perchance by 8011.0 niisfako They',1 pviivo your "overthrow." And }o.ir rail length along the roid Most surely they will pplll, If you bat couje witliin their leiuh When siidlu;! down the hill. \ Oh ! merry girls and 1) iniiio boy.?, As up life's hill you g\ With laughing eyes and morry h\u"t~j, Uniuixe 1 with c iro or woa, .REVIEW OF LIFE Kemcmbor there will come a time When much against your will, You will be forced by time's rude hand Adown life's weary hill. 124. Not with a gay and buoyant slide, As in the days of youth — But if you've taken for your guide Religion, Love and Truth, You'll tiiid within your latter days Your cup of gladness fill, And gentle hands will smooth your way Adown life's weary hill. So onward go, «njoy yourselves, And take each others' hands Together in all youthful sports As by divine command ; And oh, upon yonr sunn} paths May ne'er a shade of ill Make you regret your start ii life Together down the hill. A REVIEW OI' LIFE, OR, THE BEAUTIES OF SELF-SACRIFICE, The raerry sUigh bells jingle o*er the snow, As dashing on the jovial parties go In youth atad prime, without a tinife of care Nor faded cheeks or silver strearaino: hair. i:5 PATnlOTir AND PERSONAL POEM8 Yourc^ lip to li]' in raf>turous embrace, yonn;T c}('? meet oyo.i >is on the glo^¥in^^ race Tiify spfod. and ecl.oiiig heart together thrillg Wl ile tongues make music with the jingling belk. Ttio journo^* done they seek the ccsey home ; " i'he lairp Ji-rhL sheds a glamor o*er the room, Tlie L'eniHl lieat up^,toied in toretts olci Supplt's the limbs and expiates the cold. Next morning comes the weary round of toil, Seasoned vi'li love 'tis no uaweloome moil, And lliea the evcning'a pleasures next hold sway And drive a'l anxious tho'ights of care away. So pass the seasons round. The sunmer fills With light an 1 laughter all th.e valei aod hills The lisliev spreads his net within the deep The ph-'pheid drives hifr' failings up the steep, The farmer sow.* and garners in his grain, The sound is heard of many a creaking wain Tliroiif'h scented medows, cirrylig t) t'\% barns The teeminnr season's bountiful returns. Thus through tiie sunmer, winter, spring and fall The gifts of Nature come to each and all, And happy hoaits, trio merry season round With songs of gladness make the world resound. The scene is changed and full lefore mine eye I see the cowering Shapes of Misery :— REVIEW OF LIFE 126. The rations that aie held in /galling chains Till not a spark of liberty remains — The laborer, toib'ni^ for a naa-'ter hard For scanty pittance, even less regard Than that he gives his horses, dcgs and swine He shows unto "the human form divine." The fallen v/oninn, forced her soul to sell And tread the pathway leading down to hell To keep the vital spark of life aflame, Although she live in poverty and shame. The child, maltreated by a parent steri), Or early 'reft, its living forced to earn As best it may:— The cripple, scathed by wars Or accident, exhibiting his scars To stony hearts ; and failing of a leg Or arm is forced his daily I road to beg; A cms t end shelter lucky to have won When !:i ks the sadly slow descending sun; Refused that boon— th' inhospitable boor Shutting- against the traveller his door, He pjods his weary way the livelong night, Or lies outstrctclcd benefcth the cold moonlight. The seamstress at her task the whole day long, With cold and hnmjer si 'ending her tongue — Turns for a moment at th© feeble cry Of gaunt St iivation frc m her infant nigh — No food, no medicine — the two are found Neit n o'uing v. hen the janitor comes round — A rong'i pine box receives their ftiffened forms, Ihini[)ed in "• the pot t' r's field " as food for worms. I2» PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS m' The fever-patient, tossing to and fro Upon hi« bed ia agony au 1 woe. Afar from home and friends— no mothtr dear To drop for bim the sympaihisinjj tear. The pitying nurse kneals down beside hii bed, Adjusts the pillows nnderreath his head, Then smoothes his furrowed buw, and hurries on Alon<; the crowded ward to the next one. i '3 Driven to desperation, see the man Or woman, on whose cheek is stamj)ed the wan And hard exi)ression oF supreme despair Bendinix beneath a load too hard to bear, And s ), abandoningr ail faith and hope, Seizing upon the pist)), knife or rope Or deadly poison-drauirht (ir in the sea ExtinT;uishing their want and misery. You who so glibly prate of the awful crime Of those who tiiug a-iidi 'before their time" This "garb ol flesh" and join the sleeping dead With "all their imperlections on their head * Say, is the fireless roo-n, the empty board Conducive to the service of the Lord ? Or the cold frown we me^t at every turn Of haughty p'-ide and chill di-?dainftil scorn — All that thj fivaral 301s ot* waalth cm give, Encourage.nent t) make us wijh fco live These, and a thousand visi)ns grim and dire, That still my heart and sit my brain on fire, Tl El H tel REVIEW OF LIFE 128. Arj not confined to the barbaric East, Where mau is reckoned scarce above the beast; Or in the antique ages passed away, But in our age still !iold unblushing sway, And of our bv'.aste 1 civih'zation make A hissing and reproach — a fraud and fake. * * It m All this remind us, while the worl I is fair, That sickness, crime and poverty are there — That, human love, decreed by grace divine In human hearts, for human hearts to shine, Gives but a feeble ray to light tha gioom Of human woe from child h lod to the tomb — That common justice between Uian and man "Was rarely practiced since the world began — The Ten Commandments, Sjr.iun on the Mount Are but considered as of small account Beside the idol Self, which saps and slays The heart's best impulse, these degenerate days. Then what thall we, who know the ills of lile. Whose daily progress is a mortal strife, Effect to change the current of the years Heaped o'er with moan and drenched with scalding tears ? Not much 'tia tiue, but still a little, yet Before the waning sun of life has set Which rose in clouds and mists, and journeys on , In .torm and sunshine till its course is run. :ll ;li ii :, -^ Ml', If PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POElVIS 12) Extinguished that fiiint, flickeriiinr vital spark The world behind us, all before is dark; No eye hath pierced beyond the clammy clay In habitations where our dear ones lay ; No ear hath he? rd, uo tongjue hath yet confeised What lies beyond our narrow place of rest. Then why should we in youth and manhood's prim e With love and duty here, still waste our time On myths and phantoms of the '" land unseen" When bloon\ing fields and budding pastures green And glorious heights to scale to life invites — ■ To rarest pleasures and sublime delights, And sweet self- sicrifi^e for on3 another, Seeing in each a sister or a brother Increase the joy, amend the wrongs, which years Of fruitlesg prayer and penitential tears Have failed to move the ear of the Infinite, Or set old ^sy steins of oppression right. Then, when at last, the soul, bereft of flesh Throufrh death's dark portal enters life afresh In that Celestial Land of joy benign, Lit by the presence of a Being Divine — T will not bo asked :'* Who worshipt or who prayed' Bat, who the healing hand of pity laid On pain and sorrow — suffering meanwhile Himself; in otl r's sorrows learned to smile At cai es and woes his own, and offei ed up .With parching Lp the life-restoring cup, And if the diearas and tales of the unkno^"a WIMTER MUSINGS. 130 Aii'l better land, to which our loved have gone 15e idle farcies,— und we thus dispel The iiopo of liipi>ini,-s and fear i ^ 'I. T were btiter thus to sink to endless sleep Than on '' the last great d iy " awake to weep — . And better than to rani^e with the fore.)itlo our pillows Whispers tlint tlio time's not yet- There aire many years before us Kull of'rturrjw md re^^ret. For the many chances wasted, When tVouj Learning's evening shadows gather At the closing of the day, And we watch from out the window Kor the sun's departing ray, And we wander sad and lonely Through the evening, dewy wet; Trooping through the gloomy shadows Come a host of deep regrets When the Red Sea of Affliction Rolls its waves up at our feet In that still and pensive hour When the night and morning meet ; Ere the bright sun's gleaming arrows Shoot athwart the clouds of jet. We w'lhx burning hearts will pander Over all our sad regrets Let us hope the gleams of sunshioD That illume our toil and strife Are a harbinger and prelude To a brighter, better life, Where all trouble and affliction, .'Hi TRAILING ARBUTUS. iy« Of happiness the careworn heart remembers. Until they brighten with their vuddy blaze The thorny road of manhoo I 's toil and sorrow, The crooked paths of passion and regret — Kvidence of a bright and glad to-morrow ; Hopes that my heart has not abandoned yet. o o 11 m )S5. PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS /y TItlMC OM'iV TIME, In thine own time oh Lonl. will uU things change— 'i ho orookeJ ho niuJo Htrai;^htj And wosh.ill sco with clearer wider rtingo, So let us wutch und wait. (^aro, want and pnin ikmI nil perplexing things Shall vanish as the night When niorninir oorncs, like clouds on angels' wingi, And floods the vales with li^ht. Hc^y )n 1 this floatinc; breath, This short but fearful strufrglo of a day, The clouds and mists that have obscured our patk Will vanish all awaj. And in that heavenly home, The mansions bright, prepared for all the blesit ; liifo's trials o'er, life's passions overblow Wo shall lorover rest. No Ciiro nor pain nor clouds nor doubts shall mar The eternal Sabbath Day— Hrtyond the site of yon illuming star Tis but a little way THE HAUNTED BkIDCE. TirE HAUNTED JtRIIWE. **0'er all there hiuiK n hIkkIow an. I a four, A Butistf of myiilory tho spirit daiiritetl, And said as plain as vrliisp-jr in the ear, The place iH haniite'l. " Hood* Note. Somo 14 miles above Vroderic* ton, on the roi*d load in;.? to W .odsiock on tlie western banK oi the riv-r St. Jolm, u Huiftlt bridge Houits a diip m I dar.^ ri* vine, pipularlv cal.o 1 (iibson IVee'i. HuRe hills tower or> either side, stadded with a sparse growth ofscrnb spruce and Hr, presenting; to the eye of the traveller a scene of weird and ghostly desohition. Stories &r« currant ainonj^ i\\?i people of the district, of how troubled spirits are seen to walk the earth by ui^i»t, and even in broad duyh^/ht. Tiie cliief li<4ure seen is that of a horse nuiu, wl»o rides over at full gallop, horse and ri stanJ on end Like qailla upon the frjtfnl p->rcuphie. " Weird ligtild an 1 'rhosUy shvlowj ar- s^en to flit about, and dismal groans are heard to issue frcm its uloomy reces- ses. The farmer, on h's way to market with his load of {)rolnc^ as he nears l^s eerie brink whips up his horses, and th^^v clear it at a bound. CiiillrHn on their way to and from school, hurry over it with blanched facjs and i) vte 1 breath all soonds of mirth and frolic being hush- ed u itil they have pat a good distance I 6" 130. IXr, PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS between them and the object of their ter- ror. Many stories are told of murders perpetrated in this vicinity in the early history of the country the perpetrators however never having been found out and punished. T'ley have long since gone be- fore the Court of Final Appeal, there 1o Answer for *'the deeds dons in in the body" but the troubled spirits of their victims roam the earth, aeeliing for rest and finding none Some years ago, what loolied like human bonea were unearthed atthn month of the creek, v^ hii-h seems to lend color to the statement. — Author. Oh bridge accursed, oh dark ravine In which the sun is seldom seen — Dark shadowy forms of trees exclude His li!>;ht from waters red with blood. And cast a gloomy shade around O'er ail the desecrated ground. No sound of bird or beast is here, No strains of music greet the ear. No flowers tringe thy awful brink, No timid deer thy waters drink, No hutuan foot would dare explore Thy desolate and dreadful shore. Hedged round about by fruitful firms And homestead.-) free from dread alarms Gay romping children, busy men And lowing herds — thy lonely glen, An Upas in a garden bright Where all beside is life and light. What direful deed what dreadful curso That rests on thee — in prose or verse i THE SEA OF ALCOHOL. 138. Cannot be told — the dreadful fray And actors loni; since passed away And mouldered into du-it, are dumb. No voice from years departed comes . liut 'blood will cry to heaven," ' iif said. — And though the victim, centuries dead Lies buried ' neath the earth and stones The world shall one day see his bones, And Justicf?, slow but sure, sliall smite The enemies of Truth and Right. Kind Saviour, grant us that our hands May never swerve from thy commands 'Jo take the life we cannot give, But keep thy statutes all, and live — Shun every torm of guilt and vice And make this earth a paradise. HIE SEA OP ALCOHOL, A Tempkrance Poem. There is \x Sea, who's gloomy shores Are strewn with human boues j And, o'er its wave we still can hear The dying shrieks and groans Of the poor wretches, day by day Who in its waters fall. And sink beneath to endless death— The Sea of Alcohol. No port of safety lies beyond. It only (eads to death ; The winds that waft its barks along Are the Destroyer's breath. % 11 I ! 139, PATRIOTIC AND PERSO>JAL POEfAS Low thunders rumble o'er its beaoh And lightnings sharp, appal The traveller who wanders by The Sea of Alcohol. >'V Tis shunned, you say — a plague-cursed spot Like hades' burning lake — Surely no traveller on its shores His journey dares to take. No wild adventurer will dare Upon its beach to call, Much less embark and sail upon The Sea ot Alcohol. J: Ah. Sir. youre wrong — a motley throng Upon it every dny The young and brave tha stout and strong Still launch their boats away They weigh the anchor, hoist the sail Unheeding of the squall Which soon or late must siuk them in The Sea of Alcohol. 'Tis hard to tack and then turn baek When you find out your doom ; For, all around you tempests rage And breakers loudly boom. And then the wind, which blows one way Will hold you in its thrall, Aod ultimately cast you oa The Sea of Alcohol, Perhaps you may be picked up by The noble rescueboat The temperance people late have built If yoD can keep afloat THESEAOF ALOHCOL. Until tbey reach you, an41. PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS. TO IHE ja.iBRJGUAGUS, TNscRinED TO Rev. A. J. Lockhart. I'etterod in icy bonds, shrouded in snow, 'Xeath heavy-laden branches, winter-weighed I saw thy sinuous form, and heard the flow Of thy OT}-rushin(T waters, undismayed ; 8inL';ing like prisoned bird within its cage, Defying angry storms and winter^ ruge, Again I saw thee scampering through the wood When April suns had loosed thy wintry chain — Thy crystil waters joyously o'erflowed, And onwird leapt to join the bounding main ; Carrying a message to the distaur sea From frisking squirrel and greening forest tree. The birds sang in the branclui« overhead Their songs of love and hope — the sweet refraia Awoke within me teelings long hince dead Through the diirk winter of my grief and pain ; And riope white-vestured, beckoned with her handi, And Love waved o'er nic her enchanting wand. " Take courage I " said, or seeniod to say they all — '*A11 is not lost," — The Lord of light and love Who 'even sr.oips to rote the sparrows' fall' Will not desert, though sor i lie may reprove. After the cloyils and darkness ctmcs the sun, And love and joy by you may V'.^r b'^ won. " My heart the message heard. " Ycx Lord, I will I answered, love and trust thee liverraore — Although my pathway has been .strewn with ill And shattered hopes, like wrecks along the shore ; And thorns and briars have sprung up in my road, And bad companions led me far from God." vro A Loa 142. And since tli.jt time, t.hou;:li troublo and distress And sad boreavoinenf. (^nusca nio to mourn, That lesson, tau;,'Iit me in tl)c wildorncss Abundant fruits nl" f'.ijth nn'l hope has borno; And in a kindlier land 'mon^st warmer lioarts I'll ne'er forget fhe blessings it in^iparts TO A LOG Floatixo Down the Nasiiwaak. Warmed by the soft and gcn'al hrca'h of Sprinj^, The ice-bridge yields, the snowdrifto melt away — ■ And, like a bird on swift, triMmphnnt wing The lordly Nashwaak hurries nn ifs way To join the swelling tide of the "^t. John 1 hat tj the distant ocean sweeps a^ong. Upon its swelling b">som swiftly ridoci A giant spruce, advance gmrd of tho drive ^^'hich IMIows al'ter — while on either side Busy as bees that swarmi frnm out a hive, 'I ho lusty luiiibertuen, with shout and song And jest ai'd mirth its t^^cning witers throng. From h'lary forests, b-'nding 'n'^ith their load Of crystal snow, thy course hast thou pursued ; J'.y heavy-laden teams, with whip and goad Thy journey was accomplished through the wo^l; Linded upon the l-iffy beetling brow, f'y winter's chains encompassed until now Full many a year thy form h is stood tho blasts That swept thy branches throu !;h the forest ai«!les, The darkening, clouds have over thee been cast And the returning sun appeared ia smiles — ('nknowing, but how very like to n an ms Uiii been thy course since life with (hce began. til: ? 143. PArRIOTlC AND t^ERSONAL POEMS. A soedlinir. planted by the hand of God Ifi the rich forest mould — a spirit uoseea Bade thee to lift thy hcnd above the sod And clothed thee in a garb of richest green. S') year by year thy form grew tall and fair And waved in wind thy coar-je and bristly hair. The ruthless axe, the woodman's gnilldtine, Marked thee for slaughter, and at length the day Arrived, who,:) bending bwunhi* and branches green Were seen in air unmoved by wind to sway, Then hesitate, and fall to earth below Knvfcloped in a winding-sheet of snow. And what shall be thy doom ? Sharp teeth shall teste Thy pincws, and thy skin shall strip away, Where waters rushing, pulleys flying in air iMuke thee the victim of their sportive play. Rolled on the bed, by iron chuins held fast, As has been done to others in the past. Dismembered into many shapes and styles — In boards and hiths and timber for our homes And thick, unwitlHIy deal for the British Isles, (Carried afar across the oc3;in foam To round som ; vessel's elephantine girth Or prop some coal mine underneath the earth. The lesson taught is o;i;sy to define. For Nature h ig a siuLJe cause and aim — AH rise from dust and fl :)uiish for a tiaie Then go back to the earth from whence they came; And short or lon^, live their aM')ttQ;l span — Alike, the herb and tree, bird, beist and man. The rich tipd great the happy and content, The poor and the afflicted and distrest TO A LOC. 144. Fulfil tlic niisHion upon which they're sent, And who shall say but ail is for the best, llemeuib'ring, in God's plan there's many ways Not now apparent to our mortal gaze. •' Is life worth livin;r ? " I would answer — " No ! " From all my sal cxperionue and regret — The care and pain, dejection, want and woe That's dogi;;ed my steps and lingers with me yet. While others say : — " How sweet a thing is life," Not feeling its misfortunes, toils and strife. And yet, T f;iin would linger on a while And dviiik my cup of bitternes — but still Are there not i;leams of sunshine and a smile That part atone for ull my wrongs and ills ? Yes I friends and books and pr ittling habe, and wife Would make me loath to part so bo^ti with life. Not knowing and not caring, if this life Is all, and ends with death in breathless sleep, Or if beyond — two countries ; One rife With hajipiness — two stations — where we weep In endless torment — or our anthems sing Id praise and thankfulness to Heaven's king. For my p;trt I've done both. Upon this earth I've had of evil things more than my share These forty years, yes even Irom my birth, Deppito my lamentations, tears and prayers Yet even T, am dear unto Flis sight, And so I )nust conclude that all is right, In any, case, for heaven I'm too bad, And much too good for hell — even more than those VVho claim ^o much, and better chance have had. And who affect a sanctimonious pose To hide the withered soul, all black within, Detilcd by avarice, pride and carnal sin. 145. PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS. So, on this themo I'll moraIiz« no more, No more ezpluiu wh it':« patent unto ull — Scourged deep by soirow and afflioiion sore, And like the spruce, i've also had my «all — J)ut in that full 1 oitl) io.st a limb, 80, livitig, Jying, I will trust iti Him. FINALE. To ('. H. (^ofif-iNa, HrrjiSBORO, Ohio. So ends the tale — the hours i;Iido avray, And all tliiii<>s reach an end. The time will com* When you and I, at no tar distant day Shall enter on our journey to the tomb, The lowly house with but one little room. What lies beyond 'tis not for us to say Or trouble over. Sure a helping hand Will guide our footstep?, cheer us on our way And lead us safe ii to the Promised Land, That through His mercy He for mau has planned. .1 But ere I go I pledge anew my faith Alike unto the Human and Divine, And wade triumphant through the floods of Death Brother, my hand in yours, and yours in ujiue, In love and trust our hearts together twine. What has boco written in defence of truth As I have viewed it, I have lot remain- Though often harsh rough-tlowing and uncouth — Denunciatory and overplain, I strive no more — the mission is in vain To turn the tide of public sentiment — But for the future 1 will be content. But not one word oi' malice or intent Of treason in a single line was meant c; ^ '^A PATRIOTIC AND PERSONAL POEMS. U§, 111 what I've j.^iven my pent-up feelings vent. I love tho British raci;, respect the Queen, But look, for something bettor than has been — A land, of Freed tin, Justice — where each rie With each in kind.ie.'^s and humility — Wlujre none are low, and none are very high — 1 let me see this Land, then, let me die. ■IJ^- EUR AT \. On pa^ro 28, line 8 from top. For «'By pike and bayonet," road "Of kiug an*l baronet. ' Verses Omitticd. In '-Abner; A Pennyhock Tragedy,'» Third verae, winch raads il»u8: — Here lived Abner. Here lie ha'i spoarted az a kid for nigh onto 6 yares, Wen he went to Miltoun for a chaag<3 of Are, And on kumming bak, married the dotter oT a rospectabul Frog Ketclior And settled down to A peeceabnl and Kwietlife in tlie buz" ziim ov IiizfAmuly — And every wjjii konsidered him A good British object iind a Kriatyun Cit- izen. Second verae of Answer to Barry Strat- on'a 'Inl'inV wuicU reals th i:J : Spring, on leafy pinion Spreads its briB;ht dominion Over lake and foreatjover iiill and vale Soothini; :li^.^ deli jht us, Rural haunts invite uc, Melodies of tnasic float on every gale, C. E. DUFFY, Barrister and Attorney-at-Law, Notary Public, etc. AccoinitH (\)llt'cte«l and Money to Loan on Roal Kstato Socurity. A.i OFFICKS: BURCHILL'S BUILDING, 44 CARLETON ST.. FREDERICTON. G. F. McKENDRIGK, DKAI.KR IN QrooeriQS and • • ^r 0X51510715. ) ; Frvjit, Gor\fectior^ery^ Cigars ar\cl Jobaccos. 342 QUEEN STREET, FREDERICTON. N. 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