L, I It II A It Y 
 
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 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA 
 
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 WILLIAM OILMAN PHOMPSON, 
 

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THE 
 
 POETICAL WORKS 
 
 OF 
 
 CHARLES G. HALPINE 
 
 (MILES O REILLY). 
 
 CONSISTING OF 
 
 ODES, POEMS, SONNETS, EPICS, AND LYRICAL EFFUSIONS 
 
 WHICH HAVE NOT HERETOFORE BEEN 
 
 COLLECTED TOGETHER. 
 
 WITH 
 
 A BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH AND EXPLANATORY NOTES. 
 
 EDITED BY 
 
 ROBERT B. RQQSEVELT. 
 
 N. 
 
 HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, 
 
 FRANKLIN SQUARE. 
 1869. 
 
Entered, according M Art of Congress, In the year 1SC>, by 
 
 HAKPER & BROTHERS, 
 
 In the Clerk s Office of the District fount of the United States for thr 
 h -rii District of Nt-w York. 
 
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 PREFACE. 
 
 THIS is not intended to be a complete collection 
 of the poetical works of Charles G. Halpine. Some 
 of these are already before the public in "Miles 
 O Beilly His Book" and " Baked Meats of the Fu 
 neral," from which it is not desirable to copy them, 
 as much of their significance, in many instances, de 
 pends upon their connection with the prose matter 
 with which they are interwoven. It would be im 
 possible, if it were desirable, to make any extended 
 extracts from those two books without explanations 
 that would render this compilation cumbersome. 
 Some of his earlier productions have been taken from 
 the volume entitled " Lyrics by the Letter H," which 
 he published in the year 1854, and which is out 
 of print, but the great body of the following effu 
 sions are now for the first time collected. They are 
 followed by notes describing the circumstances un 
 der which some of them were written, and giving 
 personal reminiscences of the author that will grow 
 in interest daily. 
 
 The habits, mode of thought, manner of work, and 
 many individual peculiarities, although of no import- 
 
iv r i - face. 
 
 when they concern an unknown person, are of 
 interest to tin- public when they affect a great man, 
 one of the bright, lights of his day and generation ; 
 and that ( baric* (J. Halpine was a great man, a bril 
 liant genius, and an uncommon intellect, his contem- 
 poniries have conceded, and posterity will conlinn by 
 more deliberate decision. The success of one labor 
 er in tin- literary vineyard encourages others, and tin- 
 life under consideration is a wonderful example of 
 the effect of hard work when united with great gifts; 
 for it is a remarkable fact that this talented writer 
 invariably denied that he possessed any peculiar ge 
 nius, and attributed his success simply to hard work 
 and indomitable energy. His career is well worth 
 studying to all those wh<> are wearily toiling al"iiir 
 the same hard path, and even the sketch of it which 
 can be given in the narrow limits of this volume 
 teaches a \aluable lesson. 
 
 That this collection will not be as full as it should 
 be is accounted f<.r by the suddenness of the decease 
 of the author, by the confusion in which his papers 
 were necessarily left, and by the haste with which 
 circumstances have compelled this compilation to be 
 made. For the same and other reasons, no attempt 
 lias been made at classification, and it may be that 
 omitted poems will have to be added at the la-t mo- 
 melit. (Jeneral llalpine had ne\erbeeii in the habit 
 of collecting or piv-erving his work- ; his pen wa- BO 
 bu-y. his brain BO fertile, his time so fully occupied. 
 
. Preface. v 
 
 that such an attempt would have been a severe tax 
 upon him; and although he had before his death 
 commenced getting together his poetical efforts, the 
 collection, so far as it had proceeded, being incom 
 plete and unfinished, was of little assistance. Al 
 though his memory was wonderful, yet his writings 
 were so voluminous that he actually could not re 
 member them all. For any deficiencies, therefore, 
 this explanation must be the excuse of 
 
 THE EDITOR. 
 
BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH. 
 
 CHAELES G. HALPINE Avas born near the town of Old- 
 castle, in the county of Meath, Ireland, in the year 1829. 
 His father, the Rev. Nicholas J. Halpine, was an Epis 
 copal clergyman of the Established Church, and a man 
 of extraordinary abilities. A remarkable aptitude for 
 literature, and especially that peculiar branch of it con 
 nected with the life of a journalist, existed in the fam 
 ily. The father, was editor of the Dublin Evening 
 Mail, and an uncle, Wm. Henry Halpine, was proprietor 
 and editor of the Cheltenham Mail. Charles G. Hal- 
 pine was the favorite son of his father, and early gave 
 evidences of those abilities which brought him such 
 distinguished honor in later years. At as early an age 
 as the rules of the college allowed he was admitted to 
 Trinity, from which he subsequently graduated with 
 distinction, having won the aifection of his fellow-stu 
 dents and the respect of his instructors. Subsequently, 
 he commenced the study of medicine, and obtained a 
 superficial but not thorough knowledge of that science, 
 when he surrendered it for the more congenial pursuit 
 of journalism. He contributed to the Irish, and subse 
 quently to the English press, spending several years in 
 London ; but feeling that his talents were kept down 
 by the want of a proper opportunity, he determined 
 upon emigration to the United States. 
 
S/ t ; A-//. 
 
 He came alone to tliis country, although he had been 
 married sonic years piw iou- to his departure from 
 Knirland; but so soon as lie was fairly established, he 
 -cut tor bit young wife, who joined him immediately. 
 
 lie e-labli-ln-d him-clf in Ko-ton, where for some years 
 In- was comiccteol with the Boston 7W, and subse 
 quently became leading editor of a paper called the 
 I -n-ft /}<>;/, which had but a slmrt existence in spite 
 of the talent <.t it- nunluctors \\lio were Mr. Shillabcr 
 (known under the soubriquet of Mrs. I artin^toii). hi. 
 Shepley,and ( has. (i. Halj.ine. After its failiii e he re- 
 innved to New Y>rk, where he became :inciate editor 
 of the TiineS) with Henry J. Raymond, and shortly aft 
 erward acquired an interest in the New York A"/// f , 
 \\ith John Clancy. To this latter jrij.er he dcvoled 
 his best efforts; he not only furnished the political 
 matter, but gave sketche* and stories, which were SO 
 well appreciated that the circulation of the leader raj)- 
 idly. .ineiva-ed from a few hundred to eleven thousand, 
 and it, became a power in the land. At that period he 
 commenced t<> exhibit his talent for fictitious inven 
 tions; and. under a wa- .-r that he would produce a 
 
 -en-ation at a time when literary matters ueiv CM 
 
 ively dull, he wrote a ]on-_r account of the re-iiscit at ion 
 of Hicks, the pirate, \\ ho wa- executed on lJrdhu-\ 1-1- 
 and a *-hort time before. | ,y this production, which 
 WM most adroitly done and complete in all minutiae of 
 detail, for which hi- medical knowledge lunu-hed a 
 jood basis, he attaim-d hi- object, and not only -et tin- 
 city wild with excitement, but oriLrinate<l a blind sus 
 picion which wa- not allayed for many year-. 
 
 He did not, however, reatrict his j,rn to any single 
 
Biographical Sketch. ix 
 
 journal, but contributed to almost all of importance 
 that were published in the metropolis a story for one, 
 an editorial for another, a poem for a third, on any 
 subject and in various styles adapted to each publica 
 tion. In fact, his very first article for the American 
 press appeared in the Tribune ; and it was shortly aft 
 er his arrival, when he was strongly alive to the wrongs 
 of his native country, and naturally sympathetic with 
 the down-trodden of every land, that he wrote for that 
 journal a famous poem, tRe authorship of which lias 
 long been falsely attributed to Mr. Greeley, containing 
 the lines, 
 
 "Tear down the flaunting lie, 
 
 Half mast the starry flag, 
 Insult no sunny sky 
 
 With hate s polluted rag. " 
 
 This remarkable versatility has led to the charge 
 against him that he possessed no literary conscience. 
 But this accusation was most false. His temper, it is 
 true, was mercurial, and his views would occasionally 
 vary, but he never prostituted his powers to sustain d 
 lie or to do an injustice. He had no control of many 
 of the papers for which he contributed, and was re 
 quired to furnish matter that accorded with the views 
 and purposes of each, and so far he had to modify his 
 own sentiments ; but nothing that he ever wrote was 
 in a bad cause or for an unworthy object, and his course 
 of action was invariably the best that he could follow 
 under the circumstances; but when he was his own 
 master, and in such publications as he controlled, his 
 conduct was guided by the highest sense of duty, often 
 at great pecuniary loss to himself, and invariably to the 
 A2 
 
disgust of those who would have warped him to their 
 meaner \ ie\\ -. \Vlu-ii (he \\ ar avaiiiM i he Union broke 
 out he laid down the pen and took up the sword. 
 (living up all his connection with the pros simvndcr- 
 ing the liberal income which his literary gifts secured 
 to him, he accepted the moderate pay of a lieutenant 
 in the Sixty-ninth Ilcgimcnt, commanded by Colonel 
 Corcoran. lie rapidly mastered the details of military 
 scr\ ice, and his peculiar talents KM! to his promotion to 
 the Staff of General Hunter, with whom he Served 
 throughout the greater part of the war. His dutn - M 
 adjutant general, both with General David Hunter, 
 and subsequently with Major General Hallcck when 
 he was general in chief, were very arduous. Not 
 only did he have the preparation of all the official cor- 
 rcspondence, but he had to pel-form much literary work 
 for the papers in moulding the public mind to military 
 necessities. At that period the North was in uncertain 
 humor, and the government had to feel its way care 
 fully, and watch, and, >o tar a< in its power lay, guide, 
 public- opinion. In hi- capacity a> adjutant general 
 he prepared for General Hunter s signature the tir-t or 
 der i-\ er i>-ued directing the enrollment ofa ne_ri-,, ),.._.- 
 iment. for which he was honored by the rchcl> by being 
 included iu the outlawry which was declared against 
 that intrepid soldier, and which directed the immediate 
 ,tion of both general and adjutant, if t IM-V were 
 captund. 
 
 lloth the commanding officer> with whom General 
 Ilalpine had seized I ecou ui/c< 1 hi> eminent merit-. and 
 -troii-ly urged upon the govj-rmnent that his rank 
 >hould be advanced, but the S.cntary of War utterly 
 
Biographical Sketch. xi 
 
 ignored their applications, and left this patriot to the 
 last a simple major. The reason for this action the 
 party most affected by it could never clearly under 
 stand, but he supposed it was due to some informality ; 
 that the application was addressed to the President in 
 stead of to the Secretary of War, or for some other 
 such trivial error, if error it could be called ; for his 
 final interview with the great organizer of the war dis 
 pelled many of his prejudices, and caused a thorough 
 revulsion of sentiment toward one whom he regarded 
 as his enemy for political reasons. His eyesight, which 
 was always weak, having failed from exposure and ex 
 cessive labor, he had twice sent in his resignation, ac 
 companied with the certificate of the surgeon that far 
 ther service would probably result in total blindness. 
 These resignations were not accepted, although a fur 
 lough was granted him on the latter a furlough which, 
 before it was half expired, he surrendered, that he might 
 accompany General Hunter in his perilous expedition 
 down the Shenandoah Valley. When that expedition 
 returned, after enduring incredible hardships, he again 
 applied to be permitted to resign, and obtained an hon 
 orable and complimentary acceptance of his resignation 
 at once. The last of his doubts were removed when, in 
 spite of his earnest support of M Clellan as the presi 
 dential candidate of the Democrats against Abraham 
 Lincoln, he was breveted lieutenant colonel, colonel, 
 and brigadier general. 
 
 Few men sacrificed more for the cause ; few men 
 made less by it. If he had been a son of the soil he 
 could have done no more, and was baptized in fire and 
 blood as an American. Forever afterward he regarded 
 
him-elf a< a citi/.en by birthright and inheritance in- 
 -tead of by fcdoption, fbr he lia<l helped to save what 
 came t<> others in the natural way and by accident. 
 lie had "paid a threat price." and was entitled to all 
 
 tin- rights of one " horn tree/ His last Connertinn 
 with the army was under (General Di\ in the city of 
 New York, when- he lia<l tlie con^ iiial duty of anv-t- 
 in-_r and puni-hin-j; bounty swindlers. The frequenters 
 <>t Lafayette Hall had deep cause to lament hi- fearless 
 ness, unwearying resolut in, anl iiTe].rev>illc energf, 
 lie uoi ked ni-lit and day to lrinr the rascals to their 
 tS, and hi- -kill in fcrretinLT out fraud and in hunt- 
 iiiLT down eorrnjit politicians which he had obtained in 
 other walks of life was of vaM service to him. 
 
 It was while he was on the stall of ( Jeneral Dix that 
 the articles from his pen in the daily papers, exposing 
 the corruptions .f the municipal government, attracted 
 the attention of the Citi/ens Association, which had 
 then ju-t inaii jnrated its reform movement- in t hat city. 
 A- 10011 il he \\a- released from the army, application 
 ITU made to him to a--ume the conduct of Tin-: ClTl- 
 /.i \ new-paper, which had been started by the AttOCift- 
 tiou. He ai cepted the po-i t ion, and finally ]tui-cha-ed 
 the entire journal and conducted it until the time of 
 hi- death. He n-cd it not only as a vehicle for reform 
 in municipal alfair-, but a- an or^an in party politics. 
 With it- aid and hi- own exertions he built up under 
 the name of the Democratic I nion an ordain/at ion >p- 
 po-cil to political corruption, and st ren^t hened it lv 
 hi- personal poj.ularity till it became more powerful 
 within the -phere of it- action than Tammany Hall it 
 self. lJui.e\en when L r iviii _ r the lar^ei part of hi- at- 
 
Biographical Sketch. xiii 
 
 tention to THE CITIZEX, he still found time to contrib 
 ute many articles to other papers. One of his earliest 
 connections with the press was as French translator for 
 the Herald, and from that period to the close of his ca 
 reer he had relations of the most intimate character 
 with. that journal and its editor, who from the first ap 
 preciated his remarkable and striking genius. 
 
 Such is a brief outline of his career as a journalist. 
 His success as a politician was equally brilliant. In 
 Condon he had connected himself with the " Young Ire 
 land party." In this country his first essay in politics 
 was as the private secretary of Stephen A. Douglas, 
 and by virtue of that position he became identified with 
 the leading political events of that exciting period. In 
 consequence of his position toward Douglas, he natural 
 ly became the embassador between him and Buchanan 
 in the negotiations for a settlement of their difficulties. 
 The cunning sage of Wheatland, however, deceived him 
 and his employer, and never did he forgive the baseness 
 of that treachery toward the beloved leader of the Free- 
 soil faction. It rankled in his heart, and he could not 
 help expressing it when a thoughtless Republican Sen 
 ate were offering incense on the grave of a double-dyed 
 traitor a traitor to his friends and his country. 
 
 For many years he was a member, and of course a 
 most actively influential one, of the Tammany Hall 
 General Committee. He was soon engaged in a reform 
 movement, and his object of attack was no other than 
 Fernando Wood, so notorious as the organizer and lead 
 er of corruption in the city of New York, and who, by 
 his skillful combinations, maintained a bad eminence 
 in that city. The struggle was fierce and bitter, but 
 
xiv Biographical Sketch. 
 
 courage and honesty conquered duplicity and venality, 
 and Halpine lived to rout his opponent and break his 
 ]". \\t-r. His admission to the army removed him in a 
 LTivat niea-urc from the political arena; but no sooner 
 wa- he free from military duties and trammels than lie 
 returned t<> an employment that gave especial scope to 
 hi- talents. His fertility of resource wa- wonderful, 
 his combinations beautiful and effective, and his grasp 
 of the entire subject most masterly. At the period of 
 his return to civil life, Tammany Hall had again fallen 
 into the slough of iniquity, and, true to his nature, he 
 commenced a battle against an organization that had 
 once been his political home. The iirst brilliant suc 
 cess of this ne\v combination was his own election to 
 the Itcgistcrship. a very lucrative office. airainM an ad- 
 ver-e majority on other candidates of nearly fifty thou 
 sand. This was quickly followed by other triumphs, 
 and at the time of his decease he was elaborating 
 schemes and perfecting plans which would have ren 
 dered inevitable the defeat of his adversaries in the 
 then approaching election. 
 
 I .nt Charles (i. Halpine was more than a journalM. 
 more than a politician; lie was a poet and an author 
 IfhOM writ MILTS wei-e entitled to no mere fleet ing popu 
 larity. So occupied was he, however, that he had IM-LT- 
 1 puttiiiLT the LTi eat body of the^e productions in 
 p. i-niaiieiit form. Il- fffll BO hidden uinh-rtln- imper- 
 -onality of m-wsjiapi-r literature that he was hardly 
 known to the public at lai LTe until the year IM .-J, when 
 he assumed the n<>m <t> /-////// of Miles O L cilly. His 
 a--umption of this soubriquet was merely accidental, 
 and t!ie rank of " pri\ ate in the Kort y-eventh New 
 
Biographical Sketch. xv 
 
 York," instead of a similar place in the Sixty-ninth, to 
 which he had belonged, came from the fact thaf the 
 Forty-seventh was the only Irish regiment at Hilton 
 Head at the date of his military lyrical effusions, and 
 it was essential to his purpose to assume the character 
 of an ignorant but well-meaning Irishman. His series 
 of amusing poems referring to matters at Beaufort or 
 pretending to be connected therewith w r ere an im 
 mense success, and made his soubriquet a household 
 word throughout the land far more so than his own 
 true appellation. But it is not generally known that 
 they were written with a praiseworthy object, and for 
 the good of the service. They were followed by his 
 imaginary banquets and other fancy sketches, the force 
 and purpose of which can only be fully appreciated by 
 politicians versed in the mysteries of New York poli 
 tics. 
 
 These entertaining and amusing poetic effusions, al 
 though so effective, were the least finished of his metric 
 al efforts. Many of his amatory Sonnets were exqui 
 site as works of art, and in their delicacy and force of 
 sentiment. He never ignored the passion which rules 
 the world, but never made it gross or prominent. His 
 admiration for woman was too pure and refined to make 
 such a degradation of her possible to his thoughts or 
 pen. Many of the finest of these are almost lost to the 
 world, and are only preserved in albums and scrap- 
 books, his life being too full to allow him time to at 
 tend to the collection of his productions. Even more 
 beautiful than his love-songs were his poems in memo 
 ry of the .dead who fell in the War for the Union. 
 These were the natural outpourings of his heart ; as no 
 
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 Biographical >/</<//. 
 
 soldier crippled, -irk, or nut ofwork,eVOT applied to 
 him in vain for IMUtADOe, 80 hi- regard tor tin- dead 
 -imple reverence. The poem on tlu- dedirat in of 
 Gettysburg is thriHin.Lr. and only -urpa--ed in vigor by 
 the grand lines of hi- latc-t work in commemoration 
 of the Irish Legion a work which gives evidences of 
 greater capacity than In- had then developed, and was 
 tin- promise of even a higher career for the future, had 
 his life not been brought to its Middt n trnnination. 
 The circumstances under which most of his productions 
 uciv j.ivM ntrd liad possibly made him >r<-;i-ionally 
 cai-c!c-<, and it was only fur a worthy occasion that hr 
 c\crtcl his full powi-r^. 
 
 II. had a slight knowli-(l-c of law, havinu IHTM ad 
 mitted to the bar, and having for some time held tin- 
 position of a>-Mant <li>trict attorney; but his knowl- 
 edge was not thorough, and was rarely, except in this 
 instance, put to any practical use. His maMcry of a 
 subject or a profession was, by the aid of his powerful 
 memory, ea-y and rapid; but , unlr>* hr had soundrd 
 it to the bottom, he laid it a-idr entirely. 
 
 As for the circumstances of hi> death, although most 
 deplorable, they an- prrfrrtly Hinplr of explanation. 
 He had alway> >utl rrrd at tinio from iiiMiiunia. m 1 \\ ant 
 of ability to sleep. It had been hi- habit to v\ritc 
 without cessation for many hur>. often for v,-vrral days 
 and nights in succession, wit hout re-t, until hi- brain 
 was in so nervously e\<-it-d a condition that -leep was 
 absolutely bani-hed. Thru a nervine or -ud..rili<- W9 
 absolutely necessary to produce a normal condition of 
 his sy-tem. At time- hr took opiates but of late In- 
 had used ether or chloroform. Hi- medical -tudie- 
 
Biographical Sketch. xvii 
 
 gave him some knowledge of the power of these dan 
 gerous drugs, he had seen them applied to Mrs. Halpine 
 when suffering from violent hysterical attacks, and he 
 used them upon himself to produce lethargy and sleep, 
 or even to dull pain. 
 
 For some two weeks before his death he had been in 
 perfect health, in excellent spirits, and in capital work 
 ing condition. Early in the last week of his life he had 
 written his poem commemorative of the Irish Legion, 
 and on his final Saturday he was at the office of THE 
 CITIZEN until about two o clock, in gayer humor and 
 more genial mood than usual, although he was invaria 
 bly a charming companion. Later he was attacked 
 with violent pain in the head, and he had recourse to 
 chloroform. The apothecary, by a well-intentioned but 
 unfortunate error, gave him a diluted article which had 
 no effect, and which he detected as deficient in strength. 
 Then he sent for more, and under the delusion that it 
 also was weak or adulterated, while it was actually of 
 full strength, inhaled too much of it and became insen 
 sible. Thus, by a mere accident, a most important life 
 was taken away from the public at its period of great 
 est usefulness. He died ere more than half his natural 
 term of activity had run, at the age of thirty-nine, at 
 a period when his faculties were in their most perfect 
 development. 
 
 Such is a brief outline of the life and death of a man 
 who had few equals among his contemporaries. The 
 details are meagre, the statements bald, but they are 
 such as our limits will alone permit. The description 
 of the character of him who has gone from among us 
 is far more difficult ; friendship and affection may guide 
 2 
 
xv 
 
 the pen, but will scarcely prove equal to the task; they 
 will fail not from claiming too much, but by doint; too 
 little for one who had great talents, many virtues, an. 1 
 few faults. AVith the public he was a favorite, among 
 hi- intimate- hr wa- beloved. IK- had a thousand 
 .qualities to win esteem, not one to cause dislike or even 
 e<ildiiess. His imperfections, and they were but a- the 
 Bpotl on the sun, brought HitVering to himself alone. 
 He posso-ed the largeM generosity, the stronge-t af- 
 fection, the moxt faithful friend-hip, the most unsullied 
 honor, and not a single meanness. lie was candid, 
 straight forward, honorable, and upright; contact with 
 the world had not dimmed the purity of his soul. He 
 wa> kind, thoughtful, gentle, considerate to those un 
 der him, frank and honest with his comrades. 
 
 Charles <i. Halpine from his earliest youth possessed 
 a power of fascination, was surrounded with an atmo 
 sphere of electrical sympathy which it was impoihle 
 forman or woman to resist. He won hfc way to every 
 heart without an cllri. Kind to others, he never for 
 got a kindness to him-elf; open and frank, he reOOg- 
 ni/.cd honesty and openings in others. He had a won 
 derful -_iift for creatingtriendsliip.and Q6Y6T in the course 
 <.fhi- laborious lit ,- did he fall into ditlieult y but some 
 one was near who gladly reached him a helping hand. 
 If wronged, he U ;i- ra-ily appealed. He was genenu> 
 to an ad\ BTtary, u a- merciful to those who Were down : 
 and never, in all his many contet< and bitter political 
 feud-, did "he Mrikc beh.w the belt," take an unfair a. 1- 
 vanta-jv. or j.ur>ue a \i<-t..|-y into re\ eiig<-fidne>s He 
 di( d almo-t without an enemy, and the piv^ united a- 
 \\\\}\ one voice in expn i>n- offtflfootion to his memory. 
 
Biographical Sketch. xix 
 
 It was innate with him, a part of himself that he 
 could not escape from, to oppose fraud, venality, and 
 corruption. Whether he was contending for reform in 
 city politics, or ferreting out bounty swindles, or guard 
 ing against the corruptions of the quartermaster s de 
 partments, he was only obeying a law of his existence. 
 He was once offered a fortune by a quartermaster at 
 Hilton Head, when he was adjutant general, and he had 
 but to shut his eyes and come home rich. The gov 
 ernment had utterly ignored his services, and he was 
 retained against his will in the army, and prevented 
 from earning a suitable income by his independent ex 
 ertions. It was a sore temptation, or would have been 
 to most men, but he simply ordered the tempter under 
 arrest, and presented charges at Washington. So he 
 could at any time have made terms with his political 
 opponents in this city, and secured any office he want 
 ed ; and yet he never swerved from his course, nor 
 even hesitated as to his action. 
 
 He was generous to a fault. Appeals for charity 
 were almost irresistible, although he might have little 
 evidence that the object was worthy. In this, as in 
 many other matters, he was a representative a high- 
 toned and noble one of his race. Lively, kind-hearted, 
 grateful, extravagant, versatile, inconsequent, mercuri 
 al, easily guided by his friends, he was a thorough Irish 
 gentleman. Endowed with a wonderful memory, facile 
 as wax to acquire an impression, like adamant to retain 
 it, and possessed of a superior classical education, he 
 had the groundwork for his genius to go upon. 
 
 The style of his writings has been praised, but in re 
 ality he cared nothing for style. He worked for a pur- 
 
xx litographictd S / </<//. 
 
 I If u-ed hi- pen to curve out a certain result, 
 and wonderful was the skill with which he proceeded. 
 This perception was intuitive, ami the most effective 
 plan- seemed to present themselves of their own voli 
 tion. He made no pretence to fmi-h and adorn hi- 
 -tylc, and rarely read hi- productions e\<-ept to correct 
 t he proo But he was wonderfully fertile in argument 
 ami cxhaustle-- in variety ol mode <>} piv-ent inu 
 point. The most remarkable evidence of his ability to 
 effect a purpose, even when that purpose was an entire 
 revulsion of public sentiment, is furnished by his soiiir 
 "Sambo s Uight to l.e Kilt." That was written to ac 
 custom the Irish who had so -.rival a prejudice against 
 a negro that they did not like him even to be killed in 
 the company of white soldiers to the idea of negro 
 rcirimcnts. Its effect was as a-tonishing as its argu 
 ments were unanswerable, Regiment- of Macks were 
 directly and indirectly a nece--ity of Northern sm 
 and their possibility wa> mainly due to the wondnnis- 
 ly skillful pen of (u-neral Ilalpine. 
 
 \\"e have i-ndeavon-il tOghre a -li-ht in-iu r lit into the 
 character of the decea-ed from the point <f view of one 
 who knew him inl imately, who understood him thor- 
 oiiLThly, and with whom lie wa- in pei li-ct sympathy; 
 but the pen i- feeble that attempts this last act of friend 
 ship. No power can briii _ r the bright glance into the 
 eye that is dull forever; the -mile to the lip that is si 
 lent and closed : the -_ r lw to the cheek that is cold as 
 marble. No words can de-crihe the f-iM-ination of his 
 nee. nothing explain the ll.ivr of his ].ei--iia-i\ e 
 elMjueiice, more powerful in conversation than in dec- 
 
Biographical Sketch. xxi 
 
 tarnation. The death of no single individual in the 
 community would have reached so far, touched so many 
 hearts, and affected so many interests. His activity 
 had ramified into a thousand directions, and allied him 
 with hundreds of public matters, until his death became 
 a national calamity. 
 
THE POETICAL WORKS 
 
 OF 
 
 CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE, 
 
POETICAL WORKS,ETC. 
 
 A VESPER HYMN. 1 
 
 THE evening bells of Sabbath fill 
 
 The dusky silence of the night, 
 And through our gathering gloom distill 
 
 Sweet sparkles of immortal light ; 
 
 Such hours of peace as these requite 
 The labors of the weary week ; 
 
 When thus, with souls refreshed and bright, 
 Forgiveness of our sins we seek ! 
 
 Oh ! help us, Jesus, to conform 
 
 Our spirits, thoughts, and lives to thine ! 
 Beyond this earthly strife and storm, 
 
 Oh ! make Thy star of Love to shine ! 
 
 When we are sinking in the brine 
 Of doubt and care oh come, that we, 
 
 As Peter did, may safe resign 
 Our sinking helplessness to thee ! 
 
 Thy Godhood whence all glory flows 
 
 Thou didst not scruple to abase, 
 To rescue from undying woes 
 
 The sons of a rebellious race ! 
 
 Who can, unmoved, un weeping, trace 
 Thy meek obedience to His will, 
 
 \Vhose sole appointed means of grace 
 Thou didst, even to the Cross, fulfill ! 
 
 Our wayward footsteps wander wide, 
 
 Pursuing Joy s delusive rays ; 
 Arid, in our hours of health and pride, 
 
 Too oft from Thee our spirit strays ; 
 
 But soon descend the darker days, 
 When youth and strength their lustre hide, 
 
 And, journeying through a pathless maze, 
 We turn to our neglected Guide ! 
 
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 .:.-k. i>h Lord : th\ wandering sheep 
 
 Oh, guide u> gently to thy fold! 
 Jn.-truct u- all Thy laws to keep. 
 
 And unto Thine our lives to mould ! 
 
 For we an- weak, and faith grows cold 
 N..I e\er -lecp the Tempter - power- : 
 
 Thou art our onlv stay and hold 
 Through Thee alone can heaven be >ur>! 
 
 A darker -hade, a denser gloom 
 
 1 )e-ceiid- on all tlie folded flower-. 
 
 While, -ilent a- the \oirele-- t<.mli, 
 Aliove them roll the midnight hours: 
 To-inoi-row s dawn, and their perfume 
 
 Again will fill their glowing bowers 
 Lord, after death -o hid u- Mooin, 
 
 Where 110 frost chill-. noteni]>e-t louer-. 
 
 ON KAISIN(, A .MONT.MKNT To TIIK IKISll LEGION. : 
 
 To raise a column o er tho dead, 
 
 To strew with flower- the graves of those 
 Who long ago, in storm- of lead. 
 And where the holt- of battle -j.ed. 
 
 i;. -ide ii- fared our Southern f 
 To honor the-i the nnshriven, nnhearscd 
 
 To da\ \\e -ad -ur\ i\ oi\- come, 
 With color- draped, ami arm- re\er-ed, 
 And all our -oul- in gloom immer-ed. 
 
 \\ ith -ill-lit life and mufiled drum. 
 
 In mournful guise our banner- w : m>. 
 
 I .laek cloud- above the -II1I Imr-t " low er : 
 
 \\" - mourn the true, the young, the brave. 
 Who for thi- land that -lielter gave. 
 
 Drew -word- in peril .- deadlie-t hour f 
 For Jri-h solilier-. fighting here 
 
 A- when Lord Clan- \\a- bid advance. 
 And Cumberland beheld with fear 
 The old green banner -winging clear 
 
 To -hield the broken line- of FraiH e. 
 
 \Ye mourn them ; not becau-e they died 
 
 In battle, for our de-tined t 
 In e\ery field of warlike j.ride. 
 From Limerick - wall i India - tide. 
 
 1 1 l.orne our flag to foivmo-t ; 
 
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 As if each sought the soldier s trade, 
 While some dim hope within him glows, 
 
 Before he dies, in line arrayed, 
 
 To see the old green flag displayed 
 For final fight with Ireland s foes. 
 
 For such a race the soldier s death 
 
 Seems not a cruel death to die, 
 Around their names a laurel wreath, 
 A wild cheer as the parting breath, 
 
 On which their spirits mount the sky : 
 Oh, had their hope been only won 
 
 On Irish soil their final fight, 
 And had they seen, ere sinking down, 
 Our Emerald torn from England s crown, 
 
 Each dead face would have flashed with light ! 
 
 But vain are words to check the tide 
 
 Of widowed grief and orphaned woe : 
 Again we see them by our side, 
 As full of youth, and strength, and pride 
 
 They first went forth to meet the foe ! 
 Their kindling eyes, their steps elate, 
 
 Their grief at parting hid in mirth ; 
 Against our foes no spark of hate 
 No wish but to preserve the state 
 
 That welcomes all the oppressed of earth. 
 
 Not a new Ireland to invoke 
 
 To guard the flag was all they sought ; 
 Not to make others feel the yoke 
 Of Poland, fell the shot and stroke 
 
 Of those who in the Legion fought : 
 Upon our great flag s azure field 
 
 To hold unharmed each starry gem 
 This cause on many a bloody field, 
 Thinned out by death, they would not yield 
 
 It was the world s last hope to them. 
 
 O ye, the small surviving band, 
 
 Oh Irish race wherever spread, 
 With wailing voice and wringing hand, 
 And the wild kaoine of the old dear land, 
 
 Think of her Legion s countless dead ! 
 Struck out of life by ball or blade, 
 
 Or torn in fragments by the shell, 
 With briefest prayer by brother made, 
 And rudely in their blankets laid, 
 
 Now sleep the brave who fought so well. 
 
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 Their widow- - tell not them of pride, 
 
 NO laurel.check- tin- orphan - tear : 
 They only led tin- world i> wide. 
 And dark, ami hard nor help nor guide 
 
 No hu.-liand - arm. no father near; 
 But at their \\<>e uiir field- were \\mi. 
 
 And pion- pjty for their loss 
 In -trcam- of generoii- aid should rtlli 
 To help them -ay "Thy will !>e done." 
 
 A- Kent in grief thev ki-- the CrOM, 
 
 Then I m- the -oldiers and their eliief 
 
 Let all conil.iiie a -haft to raise 
 The donlile type of pride and grief, 
 With many a -culpttire and relief 
 
 To tell their tale to ;ifter dav- ; 
 And here \\ill shine our proudest boast 
 
 While one of Iri-h Mood survives 
 "Sacred to that unfaltering host 
 Of soldiers from a di-tant eoa-t. 
 
 Who for the rnion gave their li\ e- : 
 
 " Welcomed they were with generous hand; 
 
 And to that welcome iiohly true, 
 When War s dread tooin tifled the land, 
 With >inewy arm and -winging brand, 
 
 The-e exile- to the re-cne Hew ; 
 Their fealty to the Hag the\ 
 
 And f..r the I nion. .hiring death, 
 Ki>reni .-t among the foreino-t hrave, 
 Tliey wcl.-ome.l \i-tury and the gra\e 
 
 In-tlie -ame -igh of parting l.reath." 
 
 Tim- he their niodc-t hi-tory pemicl. 
 
 lint not with this ,, U r 1,,\, . nm-t . 
 Let pravers from pinu. heart- a-. -end. 
 And o er their a-he- let n- Mend 
 
 All feud- and faction- into ].eace: 
 ( Hi men of Irelaml . here unite 
 
 An.iunl tlie grave- ,,ftlu-e \\ e 1,,\,.. 
 And t n.iii their Inniie- of ciidle-- light 
 Tin- I-egiuiT- dead uill M,-~ the -ight. 
 
 And rain down anthem- from a hove! 
 
 I ! to this -hrinc l.\ reverence led, 
 I.et Love her -acred le--.ni- tca h ; 
 
 Shoulder to -houlder ri-e the dead. 
 
 From maiiv a trench with liattle red. 
 And thu- I hear their gho-tly -peech : 
 
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 " Oh for the old earth, and our sake, 
 
 Renounce all feuds, engendering fear, 
 And Ireland from her trance shall wake, 
 Striving once more her chains to break 
 When all her sons are brothers here. 
 
 I see our Meagher s plume of green 
 
 Approving nod to hear the words, 
 And Corcoran s wraith applauds the scene, 
 And bold Mat. Murphy smiles, I ween 
 
 All three with hands on ghostly swords 
 Oh for their sake, whose names of light 
 
 Flash out like beacons from dark shores 
 Men of the old race ! in your might, 
 All factions quelled, again unite 
 
 With you the Green Flag sinks or soars ! 
 
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 A PICTURE IN WATER COLORS. 
 
 Her skin is moist, and cold, and pink, 
 
 But warm and red the lips I press, 
 And all her beauty seems to shrink 
 
 Compacter in her clinging dress ; 
 While o er her shoulders to the hip, 
 
 O er swelling bust and far adown, 
 In trailing gold the tresses drip 
 
 Which form at night her braided crown. 
 
 No more her eyes in languor swim, 
 
 But kindle with coquettish strife, 
 And every pulse in every limb 
 
 Seems throbbing into radiant life ; 
 Her cheek hath caught a ruddier stain, 
 
 And her small feet in sand that sink 
 Are marble-white, with many a vein 
 
 Down to the almond-nails of pink. 
 
 Her teeth are white as the flashing surf, 
 
 Her eyes are blue as the bay in calm, 
 And her breath to the new-mown clover turf 
 
 Is a rival in its fragrant balm ; 
 Oh happy sea that has held her form, 
 
 Oh happy sands by her white feet pressed 
 With her beauty the whole bright scene is warm, 
 
 Her beauty of gesture, and face, and breast ! 
 
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 Proudly -he stand- in JUT scarlet dre . 
 
 Ami ni\ e\e- gi\e a .|iii\er ami tlu-u grow ciini 
 A- I ga/e >ii her infinite lovelii 
 
 ( )t delicate ci.l,, r ami rounded linili : 
 And tlu- bright blue I .iy with it> flitting sail-. 
 
 And tin- -iher -and-. and the rock- of brown, 
 And tin- \\ood- that are dark on the distant hill-, 
 
 And the liroad green meado\\- that -lope adown, 
 
 All seem but n frninc tor my lady bright 
 
 A frame not worthy her matcide-- grace 
 Her lip- i if red. and her e\es of li-ht, 
 
 And the wonderful charm of her winsome fa<v; 
 ( Mi. here let me lie and die at her feet. 
 
 Let my soul in its -\^\\- ti.r her pa away 
 For my life hath it- rlimax. and death ^er e sweet 
 
 \VitJi her eye- ga/ing lown on me here t<>-da\ ! 
 
 My -en-e- swmni into l.li fnl tranee 
 
 As her -mall, conl finger- touch mv j alm. 
 And tlinnigh all of my vein- the cm-rent- dance 
 
 A- I feel on my cheek her breath of balm : 
 All the -jirings oi my life are in her control. 
 
 For though faces more perfect I know full well 
 In rich, \\omanly beauty of body and -old 
 
 There are non e to compare \\ith my -ea-ide belle. 
 
 The brown rock- glow a- -he bound- along, 
 
 Ami the black weeds thrill in the silver -pray. 
 And the bird- in the blue sing a gladder song 
 
 A- my lady walk- by the -liining bay : 
 The \\a\e- that ha\e shrined her glowing form 
 
 Have been humaiii/ed by the saintly touch. 
 And will -pare for her * ; ,ki- in the next great storm 
 
 >ome proud ship from their dutch. 
 
 Tin: MAN OF THREESCORE. 
 
 ^ rim -,,. rim I:\NI. 
 
 i ieve that vonth flic- . 
 the \vi-e 
 
 Mortal eriai. 
 
 All the plea-nre ot life 
 In thi- one maxim lit--. 
 
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 Our youth is most dear ; 
 
 But does not the lover 
 
 A pleasing pain suffer, 
 And is not his smile ever steeped in a tear ? 
 Never grieve, etc. 
 
 To love is to see 
 
 New charms every hour ; 
 
 But is there a bower 
 
 Where sweet roses bloom that a thorn will not be ? 
 Never grieve r etc. 
 
 Our spring time departs 
 
 Let us laugh and not rage ; 
 
 For the laughter of age 
 
 Brings the sunshine of youth once again to our hearts. 
 Never grieve, etc. 
 
 Sixty summers have fled 
 
 Poor, idle, and gay, 
 
 I am wasting away 
 
 But you can not find thirty gray hairs in my head. 
 Never grieve, etc. 
 
 With a girl to adore, 
 
 My godson, at twenty, 
 
 Is satisfied plenty 
 
 My grandmother lives, and I m glad at threescore. 
 Never grieve, etc. 
 
 Some people assever, 
 
 As I have been told, 
 
 That the world s growing old ; 
 
 But, to my eyes, the world is more merry than ever. 
 Never grieve, etc. 
 
 Old Momus, whose birth 
 
 May be traced back for ages, 
 
 Still laughs on our pages, 
 And reigns o er us all as the monarch of mirth. 
 Never grieve, etc. 
 
 Would not grief be destroyed 
 
 ( \rnld we rest us content 
 
 That our pleasures are spent, 
 
 And that, though we have lost them, they have been enjoyed ? 
 Never grieve, etc. 
 
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 If ii iy limits p ow so weak 
 
 That I can nut walk fa-t. 
 
 Then I hope at t-he la-t 
 
 Tliat the cnil of m\ term will l.e reached the les> quick. 
 Never -rie\e. ete. 
 
 And win-ne er Death is plea-cd 
 To forbid our dela\. 
 Let us hasten away 
 As an epicure run- from a fa-t to a feast ! 
 
 Ne\er grieve that youth Hie- ! 
 ho the \\ i-e 
 Mortal eric- : 
 All the pica-lire of life 
 In tlii- one maxim lies. 
 
 FA11KWKLL TO CLUB COMPANION^ 
 
 Adieu to the ^lory of bachelor panic-. 
 
 The looscne-- of latch-key<. the card-, and the eu]i; 
 ( )ld Hymen ha- caught me -so farewell, my heartic-! 
 
 Tlie K;i" (> , a- we -ay in the vul-atc. i- up. 
 No more shall mv voice, when ti- mellowed by sherry. 
 
 Troll out the wild glee of the " (irape and the l.oar : 
 Henceforward, without me. be social and merry, 
 
 M\ voice shall be heard in your circle no more. 
 
 Yet sometime-, when Joy her white curtain i< 
 
 Between your rapt eye- and the shadows of care 
 When ^amin.ir. and dancing, and drinking, and -ingin^ 
 
 t"-urp the bron/e of the ^iant De-pair 
 Let iiiemon paint me a- once, in your middle. 
 
 I brimmed a full -la to the toa-t of "The Fair:" 
 When, with trumpet and K""K. the cornopean and liddl* 1 
 
 \\"c made the dull folk of our neighborhood >tare. 
 
 Oh. of Hymen beuare! Like :i limi ln- < waiting 
 
 T,, poun< -e on the carcle-- uho saunter aloii^ : 
 He -end- a \ouiij4 ( upid. who. lau^hin^ and prating. 
 
 1) ..\-u-a\\a\ \\ilh a -mile ami a -oii^ : 
 He lead - up a path that i- bordered \\itli roSOi, 
 
 A garden with every tiling beautiful rife: 
 At the end of the \i-ta a Venn- repo-e- 
 
 \Ye <\;\-}> her ami Ihmeii ha- noo-ed u- f.r life! 
 
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 Henceforward the fair one, whose mystical beauty 
 
 Entranced every fibre and thrilled every bone, 
 Is ours by the law, and our business and duty 
 
 Becomes to love her, and to love her alone ; 
 But, you see, to the heart so abhorrent is bondage, 
 
 It hates because right what twould love were it wrong ; 
 And the path, all so green in our youth and our fond age 
 
 Grows thorny, and tedious, and dreary, and long. 
 
 I m married, alas ! and, of course, I am happy 
 
 The married, you know, they must "all happy be ;" 
 But I think of the nights when we "bowsed at the nappy," 
 
 And drop a few tears in my third cup of tea ; 
 No more shall the polka s bewildering gyrations 
 
 Inspire the warm lips till they whisper of love ; 
 I must sit down sedately and shun such temptations, 
 
 With my thoughts or my eyes, at least fastened above 
 
 And don t, if you call this for my sake, remember! 
 
 Don t whisper a word of the nights we have had ; 
 Declare I was always as cold as December, 
 
 A youth much religious, and gentle, and sad ; 
 A man who detested all noise and confusion, 
 
 Who cried that a polka was flagrant and vain, 
 And would never permit even the slightest infusion 
 
 < )f brandy or wine the pure element stain. 
 
 Above all, not a word of the girl of the ballet 
 
 You found in my rooms when you called rather late ; 
 Never venture a hint about Laura or Sally 
 
 Be silent, in mercy, and "mum" about Kate ! 
 But tell her I loved still to linger and dandle 
 
 The whole evening long o er religion and tea ; 
 Describe me a pattern young man, and a model 
 
 Of all that a husband should properly be ! 
 
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 ON REAPING IN A LETTER FROM PARIS THAT " LOTJIS NAPOLEON KPKNDG HIS 
 EVENINGS EITHER PLAYING BACKGAMMON WITH THE EMPRESS, OR EXAMIN 
 ING THE PRIVATE REPORTS OF THE CHIEF OF POLICE." 
 
 Spirit of him who drove afar 
 
 Rebellion s hydra-headed brood, 
 And quenched the torch of civil war 
 
 In tides of foreign blood ! 
 
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 i. in \\II.IM- car- the ilvinj: jjnian- 
 Of old Tradition e\cr -onnded. 
 Thon. at irhoM -tep the reeling thrones 
 
 < It Ktirope fell Confounded ! 
 
 Spirit of him \\ho-e mind did forge 
 
 At "lice the \ve:i|nii and the chain 
 The prince of prince-, and the -course 
 
 ( )t all \\lii) \\ei~e too weak to reign ; 
 Hi-hold thi> jackal of reno\\n. 
 
 Who i roni your name it- -lory -nat< -he- . 
 Thi- inaiinikin l.eneatli your crown 
 
 Thi- " king of duredittld patches!" 
 
 I- ran<-e \\eeps beneath the idiot sway 
 
 Of -haveliii.i, prie-ts ami jeu eled fool- : 
 The < IrOM of Honor i- the pay 
 
 For Tyranm - m)-t ahject tool- : 
 The land that couched the five-t lance 
 
 Now fears the informer - -i-lille-- arrow; 
 The ea^le of imperial France 
 
 Ha- .luindled to a ,-parrow ! 
 
 And lie who -ta^ -red to a throne 
 
 Through hroken oath- and civic broil, 
 
 Who -ou^ht his perjurv to atone 
 \",\ drenching red the Koman soil; 
 
 This dwarf, tricked out with >e\ en-league hoots, 
 Thi- kin.LC of thimlile-ri^in^ .-< ! 
 
 Thi- rat. \\lio .irnaws the hoarded fruit- 
 
 I ) i to I o-tc-r lion-. 
 
 Thi- perjurer, rol.her. miirdei er. all 
 
 IJi-li-ion - cnr-e and manhood s jibe. 
 Who-e only liattle i- a ball, 
 
 WhoM- only victory i- a bribe 
 \ \\\< vu-hlijrht that would In- a -tar 
 
 . Jupiter ! Immortal Ammoii ! 
 Fon-^oe- the ^lorim:- .tr 
 
 .ne of mild backgammon. 
 
 His bulletin- ]H,li.-e report-. 
 
 Hi- aid-de-ramp the mon-in^ ..py, . 
 I- .il-el d the pa--port \-> hi- courts. 
 
 I 1 lite one loti^ continued lie : 
 And tin- wa- all the Fir-t did win 
 
 i; Titan toil and daily battl--. 
 And -iich "the pea that now \\ithill 
 The KMant - heh: 
 
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 QUAKERDOM. 
 
 THE FORMAL CALL. 
 
 Through her forced, abnormal quiet, 
 
 Flashed the soul of frolic riot, 
 And a most malicious laughter lighted up her downcast eyes ; 
 
 All in vain I tried each topic, 
 
 Ranged from polar climes to tropic 
 Every commonplace I started met with yes-or-no replies. 
 
 For her mother. stiff and stately, 
 
 As if starched and ironed lately 
 Sat erect, with rigid elbows bedded thus in curving palms ; 
 
 There she sat on guard before us, 
 
 And in words precise, decorous, 
 And most calm, reviewed the weather, and recited several psalms. 
 
 How without abruptly ending 
 
 This my visit, and offending 
 Wealthy neighbors, was the problem which employed my mental care ; 
 
 When the butler, bowing lowly, 
 
 Uttered clearly, stiffly, slowly, 
 
 Madam, please, the gardener wants you" Heaven, I thought, has 
 heard my prayer. 
 
 "Pardon me !" she grandly uttered ; 
 
 Bowing low, I gladly muttered, 
 "Surely, madam !" and, relieved, I turned to scan the daughter s face : 
 
 Ha ! what pent-up mirth outflashes 
 
 From beneath those penciled lashes ! 
 How the drill of Quaker custom yields to Nature s brilliant grace. 
 
 Brightly springs the prisoned fountain 
 
 From the side of Delphi s mountain 
 When the stone that weighed upon its buoyant life is thrust aside ; 
 
 So the long-enforced stagnation 
 
 Of the maiden s conversation 
 Now imparted five-fold brilliance to its ever-varying tide. 
 
 Widely ranging, quickly changing, 
 
 Witty, winning, from beginning 
 Unto end I listened, merely flinging in a casual word ; 
 
 Eloquent, and yet how simple ! 
 
 Hand and eye, and eddying dimple, 
 Tongue and lip together made a music seen as well as heard. 
 
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 When the noonday woods are rin^in^. 
 
 All tin- hird- of rammer >in^injr, 
 Suddenly there fall- a -ilence. ami \\e kn \ a serpent nigh : 
 
 So upon the door a rattle 
 
 Stopped our animated tattle. 
 And the .-lately mother found us prim enough to suit her eye. 
 
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 "THE FIRST, LAST, AND ONLY GIRL i Evsn i.ovn. 
 
 Her hair i- like a field of wheat 
 
 \\\ autumn tinned with glistening \cllo\v-; 
 Her dear lilomle face is al\\a\- -ueet, 
 Her little wai-t is round ami neat. 
 And plump her Imst. and small her feet 
 Come, boys! "To Lucie Klli. : 
 
 llrr gentle hands of tapering white 
 
 Tin 1 riii-- that touch them make me jealous! 
 H<T rijie red lips are \\itli smiles liedight, 
 Her large lilue eyes ha\e a swimming light. 
 And her fair soft skin with health i- liright 
 \\ drink to Lucie I .llice. 
 
 I- .la<tic a- the delicate vine 
 
 That s\vay- in .Iiim- from the \ineyard trelli- : 
 Her Mep i- dainty, her t -m-h i- line/ 
 And her hreath i- -\\cet a- the perfumed wine 
 Which the votari-t ki--<^ l>efore the shrine 
 K\en ^iich i- l.ueie I illice ! 
 
 And then her voice; You ma\hap have heard. 
 
 Al dawn in the Ka-t to < i im-on mellow-. 
 (While the deu s , ,n the ro-e- are \et unhliirred. 
 And the pi--amer \\eh on the ^rass unstii;. 
 The >oii^i.f the lai k as aloft it whirred 
 Of i.iicie l .llice I 
 
 And her sonl tis n spirit of sul.tle flame. 
 
 That kindle- and -often-., illume- and mello\\ i : 
 Ti- an essenee pervading and thrilling her frame. 
 And ti- from it her wonderful ^entlene-- came 
 Her ^race, and her Leaiity. and all that I Dam 
 When \\e drink to Lucie 
 
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 But Fortune is cruel, and Love is blind 
 
 Cruel and blinded the fables tell us ; 
 For with hearts revolting are hands resigned, 
 And the flowers are sundered that should have twined, 
 And darkly we drift on the path assigned, 
 As I drift from Lucie Ellice ! 
 
 Oh, give me a ruff that once touched her throat, 
 
 And I ask no gems from a royal palace j 
 
 Give me a ribbon that once did float 
 
 Where the swelling lines her form denote, 
 
 Then send me to die in some land remote, 
 
 My last thought " Lucie Ellice!" 
 
 But why should I offer so pure a toast 
 
 To the grosser ears of my feasting fellows ? 
 To have seen her but twice is all my boast ; 
 So back to our euchre, and call the host, 
 And that lad shall be king who can drink the most 
 To the health of my Lucie Ellice ! 
 
 BELLE OF THE BALL. 
 
 Oh, Lady of Kinsa t 
 
 Dear girl of my heart, 
 With your teeth of cut pearl 
 
 Where the crimson lips part ; 
 And a breast o er whose white hills 
 
 With beauty aglow 
 The blue veinlets wander 
 
 Like streams through the snow. 
 How proud is her glance, 
 
 Yet how kindly to all, 
 As they halt in the dance 
 
 For my Belle of the Ball. 
 
 My Lady of Kinsa ! 
 
 How royal her grace, 
 Yet how bright and how gentle, 
 
 And winsome her face ; 
 And her eyes, large and blue, 
 
 Are as soft as a fawn s, 
 And her smile is as genial 
 
 As midsummer dawns ; 
 
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 And her wealth of In-own hair 
 
 ta line- ri-e and tall. 
 (Jolden. che-tnut. and fair 
 In my Belle of the Ball. 
 
 .M\ Lady of Kinsa! 
 
 In -ilver and #reen, 
 By the -ceptre of beauty 
 
 A true Irish queen ; 
 
 A- -In 1 rai-e- her train, 
 
 For the dancer- arc fleet. 
 See how -mall in their white 
 
 Satin hii-kin- lu-r feet ; 
 Oh ! to IK- l.nt care rd 
 
 By the \\hitc arm- that t al! 
 To the partner n\v l.l.---.-d 
 
 By in\ Brlle ,.t tli-- Ball! 
 
 M\ Lady of Kin-a ! 
 
 The cl<)\cr that d\\ 
 To the M-ythe ha- no jiorfume 
 
 To equal your lip- ; 
 And your little j>ink ears 
 Crown an ivory iu-< k 
 Which the jewels of empire 
 
 Might worthily deck : 
 And your \..ice i- a- I. land 
 
 As the murmur of stream-. 
 And the touch of ymir hand 
 
 I- the thrill of my dream- ; 
 And I jrlow in each pul-e 
 
 A- I how to the thrall 
 ( )f mv beaut v of Kin-a 
 
 My Belle of the Ball. 
 
 TO Mll.KIDAN. 
 
 FROM ONE WHO I.OVKH HIM VKRT DF.ARI.Y. 
 
 Phil Sherry \\a- nf km-htly httild. 
 
 A Idier i.f renown, 
 Hi- -aluv tla-hed on many a field. 
 
 Hi- fla^ o er many a t>un ; 
 And when the limh- ! \\eaknessgrow 
 
 Nun filled with youthful flame. 
 Our children - children yet shall 
 
 To bold I hil Sherry - name. 
 
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 With stormy oath and bugle-blast, 
 
 And eyes of kindling fire, 
 When the skies of war were overcast, 
 
 And hope might well expire, 
 Our Phil with gleaming hand and heel 
 
 Led on his fiery flock, 
 And the victor foe would turn and reel 
 
 Beneath his desperate shock. 
 
 Who has not heard, with tears and smiles. 
 
 Of the hot and headlong ride, 
 When, after twenty galloping miles, 
 
 He checked the rebel tide ? 
 And how, when Lee was brought at length 
 
 To final bay or flight, 
 Twas Phil that hurled our final strength, 
 
 And won our final fight ? 
 
 Oh, gallant leader of the brave, 
 
 Whose fame for aye endures, 
 Soil not the crest that victory gave 
 
 By work that is not yours. 
 Leap in the saddle once again, 
 
 Let your wild plumes outflow. 
 Nor help to crush the beaten men 
 
 Who sank benqath your blow. 
 
 To baser hands, to meaner souls, 
 
 Resign the odious task 
 Tis love this passionate cry controls, 
 
 Tis for your fame I ask. 
 I want you still an image high, 
 
 Niched in my heart its king ; 
 Oh, once more let your pennons fly, 
 
 Let " boots and saddles" ring i" v 
 
 You were not framed the soul God placed 
 
 Within your fiery clay 
 That rarest gift of heaven to waste 
 
 In the wranglings of to-day ; 
 The base intrigues, the ready lies, 
 
 The cold and coward hates 
 The barb that in the darkness flies, 
 
 The pitfall at the gates 
 
 These form the politician s trade 
 
 Too base for you to know ; 
 To fight deceit you were not made 
 
 You need a manlier foe ; 
 
y/,, Pwtical Worfo of 
 
 And I tfll you. I liil. IM rather ml 
 For frit-mis in tin- fo,-, \se fought, 
 
 Thau tru-t any M loyal" Southern ,-neak 
 Whom success to our side has brought. 
 
 TO KAYMOM) ON ms TRAVELS. 
 
 < >h. \oiir t.oat i- at the pier. 
 
 And your pa-sap- has been paid, 
 Hut hefore \ on go, my dearest dear, 
 
 Ai-cept thi- -ereiiade ! 
 I- or \\itli friendline we 1mm, 
 
 And rejoicin;: com;- the rhym--- 
 To toa>t flu- health and -ale return 
 
 < n him \\lio rule- the Time- : 
 
 To toast the health and >ate retuni 
 Of him \\ho rules the Time-. 
 
 It we all could ^et away 
 
 Krom thi< t..\\n of ean-s and fret-. 
 To wander round the Klysees, 
 
 And ki>- the <r-.\y ^ri-ette-. 
 Such skedaddling there would be 
 
 A- ua- m-\er known l>efore 
 I en thoiisaiicl -fam.-r- out at MO, 
 
 And not a man on shore! 
 
 Ten thousand >teaniers out at - 
 And not a man on shore ! 
 
 I it oh ! delu-i\e dream. 
 I- or n- no chance remains : 
 
 I the de-k \\e -erm. 
 
 \\ ith dull and tiirohhiu^ brains : 
 Hilt, though we niu-t -lay at home 
 
 :-n tin- painful diiue-. 
 !. ! ii- all rejoice that he can ronm 
 Our In-other of the Tim.-: 
 
 Let Us all rejoice that lie can roam 
 Our hrothcr of d,,. Tin,,., : 
 
 < Mi, -alrlv may he -ail, . 
 
 And safely -ail he hack : 
 Hi- \ irtue like a proof of mail. 
 
 To ward off each attack : 
 
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 Xo beauty of the Boulevard, 
 Or nymph of other climes, 
 To win even half a thought s regard 
 From him who rules the Times ! 
 
 To win even half a thought s regard 
 From him who rules the Times ! 
 
 Were I Marble of the World, 
 
 Or young Bennett debonair, 
 Do you think I d see his sails unfurled, 
 
 And not his voyage share ? 
 By this wine-cup in my hand, 
 
 By my hope of famous rhymes, 
 My foot should quit Manhattan strand 
 
 With him who rules the Times ! 
 
 My foot should quit Manhattan strand 
 With him who rules the Times ! 
 
 THE TWO VOICES. 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 Of all light troubles to heart or head, 
 The lightest of troubles are from the dead. 
 
 SECOND VOICE. 
 
 False teacher, no ! All griefs I crave, 
 
 Save the grief that whispers me from the grav: 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 The grave is silent, and death is dumb ; 
 
 No hint of reproach from the dead may come. 
 
 SECOND VOICE. 
 
 The living accuse us of folly or crime, 
 
 But the white ghosts whisper us all the time. 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 The living can witness with threatening eyes, 
 But never a witness from death may rise. 
 
 SECOND VOICE. 
 
 Cruel and coldly your thoughts keep track, 
 But I d give my life could the dead come back. 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 A source of division, of care, and dread 
 Why seek to recall the now happy dead ? 
 
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 I n breathe a few fareuell word- in the car. 
 "Ill heaven try forghc any \\rongs done here." 
 
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 Bti for tlie dead can Imt torture the heart 
 Whether living or dead, you were forced to part. 
 
 8ECOM- \ ..... . 
 
 Living. though >eas might between u< roll, 
 
 We would >till have eoininuuioii of -oul with soul. 
 
 MUST VOICE. 
 
 And your life would wither, yo-ir head tuni gray. 
 \\ ith the -orrons that De-tiny cast in your wa\ . 
 
 mo \ "i i.. 
 
 Oh. -ainte.l and loved! could I mil hack thine. 
 How gladly the burden of life I d re>ign ! 
 
 m:-r WW r. 
 
 I h^ li\ 111^ may change. Imt the ilead al.ide 
 In the i>a~>ion th:U crowned them a- they died. 
 
 SECOND VOICE. 
 
 Had the ye ir< e-tran^ed u- and changed the heart. 
 It were gentle; but death tore us roughly apart. 
 
 \ ..... . 
 
 l!ut a li\ing change \\cre a little woe; 
 Thi- love that died loving iim.-t ever glow. 
 
 ro i . 
 
 Oh. friend! that wa- thought in a kindlier vein- 
 All my joy- in the gra\e of the dead remain. 
 
 i n:-i fOIGB. 
 
 .id i^ inimortal the l>ol\ die-: 
 The dead .-mile down pity \\ith hol\ e\e-. 
 
 noovo \ i i . 
 
 I try to believe it to -,, tin- dead >tand 
 A- inv guardian angel in (Jod - bright land. 
 
 rn:-i 
 
 So think ! And. thinking it. henceforth move 
 That the dead beholding you may approve. 
 
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 SECOND VOICE. 
 
 I shall try, my friend ; but a cold, dumb pain 
 Swims up from the soul to the clouded brain ; 
 And I d give had I power* all beneath the sky 
 For the dead to revive, and myself to die ! 
 
 A BREEZY DISSERTATION. 
 
 Two breezes in the forest met 
 
 A little way from town, 
 The one was blowing up to it, 
 
 The other blowing down ; 
 They whispered kindly through the trees, 
 
 Through foliage, branch, and fork 
 And that one was a country breeze, 
 
 And this was from New York. 
 
 They tossed the crimson leaves about, 
 
 And whirling danced around, 
 They laughed to see the forest rout 
 
 Fall eddying to the ground ; 
 To shaking nests and stripping boughs, 
 
 And such like sports they fell, 
 Till, tired at last, one said, " Suppose 
 
 What each has seen we tell." 
 
 The country breeze the sweeter far 
 
 Full pleasantly replied, 
 "I ve driven upon my cloudy car 
 
 O er landscapes far and wide. 
 I ve seen the harvest gathered home 
 
 By ruddy men and maids, 
 I ve cooled me in the cascade s foam, 
 
 And slept in quiet glades. 
 
 "But. most of all I loved to force 
 
 My way through those old woods, 
 Upon whose murmurs, warm and hoarse, 
 
 No human voice intrudes ; 
 Tis pleasant, too, to breast the top 
 
 Of yonder snow-clad hills, 
 Then down into the valleys drop, 
 
 And chase the flying rills. 
 
 "O er lakes that slumbered in the sun 
 Like mirrors broad and bright, 
 
 My path has been a pleasant one 
 Of perfume and of light. 
 
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 And now I r-eek tin 1 cilv there 
 
 I hear arc <^loriou- tiling- 
 ( nine, tell to me. my sister lair. 
 
 Where you have -pread your wings." 
 
 So loudly then the other sighed. 
 
 She made the ln-anehe- -\\ay : 
 The squirrel, perching overhead, 
 
 Affrighted, leap- awa\ : 
 "Oh. -i-ter . hle--M hath l.eeii vonr lot : 
 
 Far different mine hath heen ; 
 Now hear my tale, and \ <u will not 
 
 Desert the forest Driven. 
 
 Condemned l.y fate. I wandered round 
 
 You pile of ODOky l.riek. 
 And men and mud were all I found. 
 
 And lioth ha\e made me siek ; 
 The touerintf chimneys volumed forth 
 
 A choking cloud a hove, 
 And. looked I south, ea-t. \\e-t. or north, 
 
 I saw not aught to love. 
 
 I fanned the cheek of brilliant prls. 
 
 And kk-ed au ay their paint; 
 I danced through many a dandv s curl-. 
 
 And caii-lit their snilinjr taint ; 
 l- roui wretched rooms and filthy streets 
 
 ( )ne reeking vapor fOM, 
 And. min^lin^ with the-e city s\\ 
 
 The sound of >hriek> and hlou-. 
 
 " At every corner hideous men 
 
 With eur-e- rent the air 
 Creature- whom neither tongue nor pen 
 
 To paint in full \\ould dare; 
 I heard the \\ife s expiring shriek 
 
 A~ til-- w reteh dr\e home \\\< knife. 
 Ami saw -OMI- lOenei I dai e not speak 
 
 In yomler c its - life." 
 
 The rummy hree/e wouM hear no more- 
 
 A\\ay the -i-ter- fled : 
 The wi.,,d -honk d<i\\n o er cadi a crown 
 
 < )f foliage, hrown and red : 
 And now round some prime\al lake. 
 
 hill- and pa-ture- hare. 
 Their fie-heniiiL flight tlh.-e luv.v- take 
 
 Would I were \\ith them there. 1 
 
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 A CALIFORNIAN DITTY. 
 
 When lovely Araminter Jones . 
 
 She always was a gadder 
 Did marry, then I took my bones 
 
 T the Seeraw Neevadder. 
 
 My pick it seemed to have a charm, 
 
 So quickly did I pocket 
 Enough to buy a jolly farm, 
 
 To build a house and stock it. 
 
 The gold became my child apace, 
 
 And I did roc& its cradle, 
 And for to clean its yaller face 
 
 I used both pan and ladle. 
 
 And day by day the bright sun rolled 
 
 Above a larger treasure, 
 And day by day, in gathering gold, 
 
 I took a wilder pleasure. 
 
 The miners called me stingy Sam 
 Because I played no euchre, 
 
 But yet I was not then, nor am 
 The slave of filthy lucre. 
 
 There s no man that can see the heart, 
 
 The bosom has no winder, 
 Else had they seen, from gold apart, 
 
 The love of Araminter. 
 
 I vowed revenge against that prig 
 Her husband, he Joe Slammers ; 
 
 He is a cove as wears a wig, 
 
 I* lame, and squints, and stammers. 
 
 I swore that Mrs. S. some day 
 Should envy me prodigious ; 
 
 I d live beside her, and display 
 What might have been her riches. 
 
 I d lend her husband money, and 
 I then would prosecute him : 
 
 Were he in that auriferous land. 
 Twould be no sin to shoot him. 
 
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 Kor till- it ua- I drove my -take- 
 
 Away mi Feather River 
 Lord ! hut I had tin- airer -hake-. 
 And -utlered from my liver! 
 
 At length, with forty thousand clear, 
 I -hipped aiming the, .Bailors : 
 
 ( )uc April day I landed here, 
 And went into ;i tailor s. 
 
 1 told him that I wanted all 
 
 My clothe- of luMVhte-t colors, 
 
 The lar^e-t pattern nothing small 
 They co-t two hundred dollar.-. 
 
 With l.rooclie- and with golden chain-. 
 
 And rin^s upon my linger-. 
 I looked, a- do upon the plains, 
 
 Th -ni Brandy birds tlamingers. 
 
 1 -tarted oil , a- lu<-k did hap. 
 I o M0 iny Ar-iniintcr - 
 
 her in a widder s cap, 
 A--ittin at the winder! 
 
 She toil me that her Im-liaiid. Joe. 
 
 The very morn ot marriage, 
 Had tripped and liroke hi- precioii- neck 
 
 A-gittin in the carriage. 
 
 And how, although she hid me ^o 
 
 When the ni^ht was tlavk and elainmv. 
 
 She al\\a\- lo\i-d m-- more than Joe, 
 And then -he called me " Samm\ ! M 
 
 DELMONICO S DHKAM. 
 
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 \l.i- ! my -in hath found me out, 
 I liile a\sa\ . unhappx man ! 
 : : -er\ed un-ea-i>ni-d trout 
 
 TO " Id I hil Sheridan . 
 And Koo-e\dt frown-, and I .rady -mile-. 
 
 AtulyouiiK "Jim I .ennett. " to,,, ua- there, 
 And KII---H VOIIIIL . and Private Miles, 
 With K iv m .nd in the chair. 
 
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 Since then, on all the winds about 
 
 The arch of heaven my crime is blown 
 Tis he that cooked the unseasoned trout 
 
 Tjs he, and he alone!" 
 That murdered fish pursues my sight, 
 
 Flapping its tail, and cries " False host !" 
 And, starting in cold sweats at night, 
 I see the troutly ghost. 
 
 Then oiher sights awake my fears, 
 
 For soon the Sportsmen s Club are out, 
 With gaffs, breech-loaders, rods, and spears, 
 
 In vengeance for the trout ! 
 For pardon, mercy, vain to wish, 
 
 For still they cry that vengeful train 
 Remember, Del, this piteous fish 
 Was out of season slain !" 
 
 " In silver brook, in lilied pool, 
 
 Beneath brown boulders jutting out, 
 Where trees and tumbling rills were cool, 
 
 Dwelt happily our trout ; 
 A speckled beauty for his bride, 
 In orange silk and silver lawn, 
 With not one care beneath the tide 
 Except to love and spawn ! 
 
 * But as on Denmark s royal prop, 
 Taking his orchard-sleep at noon, 
 False Claudius crept, and down did drop 
 
 The leprous hebenoon 
 So on our trout s unguarded hour 
 
 (Who deemed our game-laws were not vain) 
 Thy poacher crept, and sought the bower 
 Where dwelt this happy twain. 
 
 "How gleam their silver sides below, 
 
 How calm the kiss of throbbing gills, 
 As o er the bank, with caution slow, 
 
 Thy peering poacher wheels ! 
 One splash ! the bride remains but oh ! 
 
 She sees. the gaff her lord impale, 
 And now in weeds of troutly woe 
 She wags her futile tail. 
 
 From March through all the breezy spring, 
 
 When violets first are leaping out, 
 
 T\vas thine, with flies upon the wing, 
 
 To tempt and slay our trout. 
 
The Foetid 11 ",/* of 
 
 Hut in .\o\einber! oh. tis WOtM 
 
 Than all the crimes at which men Hunt 
 And cur.-ed lc In- with Cromwell s curse 
 Who kill- unseasoned trunt ! 
 
 " The gloriooi summer da> s were thine. 
 Their crini-nii daun- and skies of MUI-. 
 With supple rod. and curling line, 
 
 And Hies of varied hue 
 Yea . till September In-owned the corn, 
 
 Hounding the golden pumpkins out. 
 Twas thiiK without reproach or scorn 
 To cha-e the speckled trout. 
 
 " Hut thon ha-! done a deed of woe 
 
 That sets a Mister on thy lame. 
 If custom hath not l.ra/ed it 8O 
 That it lie dea<l to shame ; 
 A deed that hlur> the mode>t ^race. 
 
 Thicks oil the ro-e. liid< \irtne doiiht : 
 For it was here. Del. in thi- place. 
 Von >er\ed nn-ea-oiietl tmnt !" 
 
 I- iom dreams like this I panting >tart- 
 
 ( )h \\ill the morning ne\i-r come? 
 And through the long, -till night my heart 
 
 Beats like a Southern drum! 
 Spare me! tis at my caterer s door 
 
 The fault -honld lie. and not at mine. 
 And on un-ca-oiied trout no more 
 Shall luvakfa>t guest of mine! 
 
 For 1 a ^port-man am. a- true 
 
 Al I .anvtt. 15e.-l.i-. or Seth (ireeii. 
 And \\ alton - pleasure oft pur-iie 
 When- I >lip s pond< are seen, 
 lei and let each < ockney swell. 
 Who |o\e> not vpurt. accept this reason 
 That l>ad for he.dtli. in ta-te and smell. 
 
 Are trout when out of >ea-on ! 
 By order of Major ( Jen. DKI.MON K ( ). 
 
 ( < miuandiiig ( aterer of New Y 
 Mil Bfl ( Ki.ii i v. 
 
 i liottli- < Ipene;- and ( i. ef ..f Stall. 
 
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 MY BROKEN MEERSCHAUM. 
 
 Old pipe, now battered, bruised, and brown, 
 With silver spliced and linked together, 
 
 With hopes high up and spirits down, 
 I ve puffed thee in all kinds of weather ; 
 
 And still upon thy glowing lid, 
 Mid carving quaint and curious tracing, 
 
 Beneath the dust of years half hid, 
 The giver s name mine eye is tracing. 
 
 When thou wert given we were as one, 
 
 Who now are two, and Avidely sundered 
 Our feud the worst beneath the sun, 
 
 Where each believed the other blundered. 
 No public squall of anger burst 
 
 The moorings of our choice relation 
 Tis the dumb quarrel that is worst, 
 
 Where pride forbids an explanation. 
 
 Old pipe ! had then thy smoky bowl 
 
 A tongue that could to life have started 
 Knowing the secrets of my soul, 
 
 In many a midnight hour imparted 
 Thy speech, perchance, had then reknit 
 
 The ties of friendship rudely sundered, 
 And healed the feud of little wit, 
 
 In which each thinks the other blundered. 
 
 A DOLLAR IN HIS POUCH. 
 
 Tis pleasant, when our friends are rich. 
 
 . To meet them day by day, 
 Or good or ill, no matter which, 
 
 Provided they can pay ; 
 But is there one you answer not 
 
 Who would or could avouch 
 Esteem for one who hadn t got 
 
 A dollar in his pouch ? 
 
 Tis pleasant with our friends to dine, 
 
 To see them well arrayed. 
 To bumper them in costly wine 
 
 For which themselves have paid ; 
 
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 I ., -moke \\ith tin-in, t<> drive al.out, 
 
 Shan- cup. care-.-, and much 
 But could we know a man without 
 A dollar in his pouch ? 
 
 The hride will love the pleading swain 
 
 \Vlio hold> at hi- coniniaiid 
 A haiid-ome hou-e. a goodly train 
 
 ( M e.juipage and land ; 
 But should hi> fortune GMM to -mile. 
 
 l- .\en lo\e auay will slouch 
 Why can t tlie creature -how a pile 
 
 ( if dollar- in hi- pouch t 
 
 ( )n MM. on -hore. they -eein to say 
 
 He i- rich, and can t he dull ; 
 The gold within hi- porte-inoi m;l ie. 
 
 They think, ran fill hi> -kull. 
 Let mammon reign, let geniu- rot. 
 
 Let wit. love, valor , Touch- 
 Poor de\il. it he ha- not got 
 
 A dollar in his pouch. 
 
 If Christ again should vi.-it earth. 
 
 A man of toil and care. 
 Ilouc er dhine. \\ hate er hi> worth. 
 
 How, think you. would he t aivr 
 Hi-iKv with tlii- vagrant ! thru-t him OOti 
 
 Some -\\indler. I dare vouch 
 Think you (i,,d - Son uoiild come without 
 
 A dollar in hi- pouch ? 
 
 AN ACROSTIC IIIKTim.XY < )FFKKIX( i 
 
 OB her happy day of birth, 
 Kncircled l.y the l.i\e- and laughter. 
 No Other thought- Inn peace and mirih 
 
 .1111. ling IV. .111 the gililnl rafter. 
 It i- no ea-v ta-k to trace 
 
 I -h trait of ti^ure. \oice. and ge-tup 
 The Ka-teru heauty of the I 
 The large dark tftt, the regal grace. 
 And all the rich, good ta-te of \> 
 
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 A woman with all graces crowned, 
 
 Grand in her style, yet keenly tender, 
 
 Needing a care we rarely render 
 Even where our love is most profound 
 She pines for Italy s classic ground. 
 
 Beneath her dark Circassian lashes 
 
 Each impulse in her eyes is shown ; 
 No feeling moves her but outflashes, 
 
 Needing no words or spoken tone, 
 Even as we gaze, to make it known ; 
 The flashing glance and changing cheek, 
 These show her varying thoughts, and eloquently speak ! 
 
 JAMES GORDON BENNETT, JR. S 
 
 Och, Jim avic ! you ve done the thrick, 
 
 Our chord of manhood sthrfking ; 
 An now you stand before the land 
 
 Our young and laureled Viking. 
 An it isn t bekase you won the race, 
 
 An bate all them others hollow, 
 But, staunch and thrue to your hardy crew, 
 
 You didn t say "go," but " follow !" 
 No men would you ask to face a task 
 
 That you dodged from your wealthy station, 
 An this was the part that has touched the heart 
 Of this great Yankee nation. 
 
 THE KNIGHT S ADDRESS. 10 
 
 ON CROWNING THE LADY OF HIS CHOICE AS QUEEN OF LOVE ANI> BEAUTY, AT 
 THE GRAND TOURNAMENT IN ST. CHARLES COUNTY, MARYLAND. 
 
 The old chivalric days are gone 
 When beauty was by prowess won ; 
 But still though lost the feudal cause, 
 Its knightly faith and courteous laws 
 We here yet strive to keep aglow 
 
 The old chivalric tons of feeling, 
 Thus crowning beauty s radiant brow, 
 
 At beauty s feet thus humbly kneeling. 
 
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 Oh, lady ! in the good old time 
 Your fame had lived in minstrel rhyme ; 
 
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 And gallant knight-, in gilili-il steel 
 l-Yom tossing plume to weaponed heel, 
 With lance in re-t and whirling - vi.nl. 
 
 To win \our smile had dared all chance- 
 Kepaid even t>y your slightest word, 
 
 Or liv one Hash of your bright glances. 
 
 lint, ah! the feudal canst- is lost, 
 And palm- mu-t in>\v with gold he cm- 
 And trade, and toil, and Yankc.- greed 
 To knightly faith and lo\e iOCCeed : 
 But beauty -till retain- her ]..\\er. 
 
 And knightly faith yet warmly lingers 
 When- Hi-tor\ in \\\\< darke-t hour 
 
 Write- the " I.o-t ( "an-e," with nervous fingers. 
 
 I croun thee. lady, a- my <|iieen. 
 The l<.\clie-t i-arth ha- e\-T -ei-n . 
 My sole regret that .n ymir hn\v 
 The t-haplet which I i.!lci- in.w 
 Is mt the crown of royal li^ht. 
 
 Which I.eatrty such a- your- -hoiild wear. 
 And that, for your dear sake, your knight 
 
 Ila- had no olilen ri-k- to dare. 
 
 HONOR THE UliAVK. 
 
 Honor the I. rave who l.attle still 
 
 l- or Iri-h ri-ht in I- .n^li-h land-: 
 No rule Accept their |iienchle-- \sill. 
 
 No p..\\T -a\e in their naked hand- : 
 Who wa--d I iy da\ and \\a- d hy night. 
 
 In groups of three or Land- often. 
 Our -:i\:iL e. uiide-pairin- li-ht 
 
 Again-t two hundred thoii-and men. 
 
 No pomp of war their eyes to blind, 
 
 No hlair of mu-ie a< thev go. 
 With ju-t Mich weapon- a- thev find. 
 
 In de-perate uii-et on the foe. 
 They -ei/e the pike, the torch, the -c\tlie 
 
 I neijual contest hut what then? 
 With -te:idta-t eye^. and -pirit- I. lithe 
 
 Thev face two hundred thuu-and men. 
 
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 The jails are yawning through the land, 
 
 The scaffold s fatal click is heard, 
 But still moves on the scanty band, 
 
 By jail and scaffold undeterred. 
 A moment s pause to wail the last 
 
 Who fell in freedom s fight, and then, 
 With teeth firm set, and breathing fast, 
 
 They face two hundred thousand men. 
 
 Obscure, unmarked, with none to praise 
 
 Their fealty to a trampled land ; 
 Yet never knights in Arthur s days 
 
 For desperate cause made firmer stand. 
 They wage no public war, tis true ; 
 
 They strike and fly, and strike what then ? 
 Tis only thus these faithful few 
 
 Can front two hundred thousand men. 
 
 You call them ignorant, rash, and wild ; 
 
 But who can tell how patriots feel 
 With centuries of torment piled 
 
 Above the land to which they kneel ? 
 And who has made them what we find 
 
 Like tigers lurking in their den, 
 And breaking forth with fury blind 
 
 To beard two hundred thousand men ? 
 
 Who made their lives so hard to bear 
 
 They care not how their lives are lost ? 
 Their land a symbol of despair 
 
 A wreck on ruin s ocean tossed. 
 We, happier here, may carp and sneer, 
 
 And judge them harshly but what then ? 
 No gloves for those who have as foes 
 
 To face two hundred thousand men. 
 
 Honor the brave ! Let England rave 
 
 Against them as a savage band : 
 We know their foes, we know their woes, 
 
 And hail them as a hero band. 
 With iron will they battle still, 
 
 In groups of three or files of ten, 
 Nor care we by what savage skill 
 
 They fight two hundred thousand men. 
 
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 TO FORSYTIIK 1-KoM o KKILLY. 
 
 BUGCtESTEP BY 11IK i:i< I VI i>i I l K MtI.E FREQUENCY OF MATRIMONIAL 
 CASUALTIES TO YOUNG OFFICEB8 OF OUB ACQUAINTANCE 
 
 They tall, my friend ! the voting, the proud, 
 The gay, the fe-ti\e cnaeei tall - 
 
 All orange wreath in-tead <>t -limnd, 
 
 A ring in lieu of Minie hall : 
 The men who faced a battle .-, roar 
 
 Now yield to milled chemi-ette-. 
 And lion lii ;irts bow do\\n hef.-re 
 
 Some twilled, trilled pair of pantalettes 
 
 And we, who with them marched and slept. 
 
 Sharing advance, retreat, attack 
 When revel on "salt horse" \\e kept, 
 
 Coffee, hard bread, and apple-jack 
 Shall we not hea\e .me pitying breath 
 
 For these our comrade- a- they go, 
 Not happy to a sudden death, 
 
 But doomed to lin^erin^ lives of woe? 
 
 "Twos their own fault." the cynic eric- ; 
 
 "For if a moth will seek the Maine. 
 And scorch hi^ winj; until he die-. 
 
 Is it moth, or lamp, or both \\e blame . " 
 Ah! true, my friend: but think how l<m^ 
 
 The-e hapMM moths through War -, dark night 
 When rain- were chill, and \\ind- \\ere -trong) 
 
 ll.:d j.u-he.l their i-old and lonely flight. 
 
 So \\hen, at la-t. they >a\v the ^leam. 
 
 And felt the uarmth of \\orn. MI S ejTM. 
 Who blame- them if they dreamed the dream 
 
 Which every moth in dreaming die-? 
 They \\ere the yoiinp -t. temlere-t kid-. 
 
 And -a\\ tin -nake beneath the Mowers, 
 Nor knew that under I >eauty > lid- 
 
 Duelt bolt- of more than WIiitwortli powers. 
 
 And now. m\ frieml. \\ilh moaning -oic. 
 
 They jridd the latch k<-\. and re-i^n 
 The sacred cork-crew which of \ 
 
 In every pocket u-ed to shine : 
 
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 And henceforth, it is known to each 
 Of this once gay and festive band, 
 
 It matters not what rank they reach, 
 Their wives are in supreme command. 
 
 JFor them the idle badge of power, 
 
 The strap with bar, or leaf, or bird 
 But on the wives to whom they cower 
 
 Far higher brevets are conferred ; 
 The throated frill, the scented glove, 
 
 The crimson lip, the throbbing breast 
 These high commissions, signed by love, 
 
 What slave of Hymen dares contest ? 
 
 Ah ! no ; unhappy, it was theirs 
 
 To ride unhurt through fields of strife ; 
 Hut now like rabbits caught in snares 
 
 Each comrade yields him to a wife. 
 And henceforth epaulette or sash, 
 
 Or chapeau-bras, or baldric bright, 
 Are nothing more than empty trash 
 
 Their rank and file (not wives) to fight. 
 
 For higher than all flags that float, 
 
 Or all the stars on straps conferred, 
 Is woman s deathless petticoat, 
 
 And woman s last appealing word ! 
 In vain they strive our comrades old 
 
 Against the sway when first tis felt, 
 Tis beauty s dower as slaves to hold 
 
 The heart that once her power could melt. 
 
 And so they fall the young, the proud, 
 
 The gay and festive cusses fall 
 An orange wreath instead of shroud, 
 
 A ring in lieu of Minie ball ; 
 The men who faced a battle s roar 
 
 Now yield to broidered chemisettes, 
 And lion hearts bow down before 
 
 Some twilled, frilled pair of pantalettes. 
 
 ONLY SOME RELICS, 
 
 A ring she wore a jewel that pressed 
 The maiden beauty of her breast. 
 
 A glove our happy hands once drew 
 From her small fingers veined with blue. 
 
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 A rihhoii that around her throat 
 Loved in the dallying wind- t<> float. 
 
 A gulden ela-p. that once had known 
 The -ilken pre.-.-urc of her /.one. 
 
 A little slipper with him- ro-ette, . 
 In which her fairy fix it \\a- Bet, 
 
 And one hrtnvn tress, through happy years 
 Shading the .shell-film- of her 
 
 Thc-e. and an ivorytype s dull stain. 
 
 Are all of our dear one that no\v remain : 
 
 All the dear relies that are left 
 
 < )f her hy \\ho-e lo-> our heart- are elet t ; 
 
 Leaving the world a dim. dead q 
 
 < It" cares and duties with little grace 
 
 A dull, dead level of wearv \ear-. 
 In which no UOMOmiQg JOJ appear-; 
 
 No girl with teeth like the row- of corn 
 
 When you strip the ear a- the -iimnier i- horn: 
 
 And tree- of changing gold and hrown. 
 Over shoulders of ivory >haken down : 
 
 And lips in who-e ar hed ;iiid criin-on how 
 All the Bnthillg lialms of the trojiies ^ r low ; 
 
 And o\er who-e dimpled cheek-. like li<:ht 
 
 And -hade o\er mi-ado\\--. the thought- take flight : 
 
 Winged hy her innocent, dancin- 
 
 With coyne-s and co(|uetry. smile- and >i:-h-. 
 
 Her voice wa- the hum of a -iimnier wind 
 
 When it hreathe- thron-h a lattice with m-e- twined : 
 
 H.T -"Hi was a- pure, as un-ullied and white. 
 A- the chanting seraphs in rode- ot liu lit: 
 
 And the kindne-- that il\\clf in her heart. I dt-.-m. 
 
 Of the hea\en -he no\\ dwells in was -oiii - -tra\- irleam. 
 
 ( >h. lo\l-cl and lo-t ! our -oiil - adored : 
 Our dove with -iher \\in^ r - -our hird ! 
 
 I.eauty emhoilied. ami joy. and peace. 
 Whose hreath had a charm hidding -orrow 
 
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 Best gift that heaven to bless us gave, 
 We cast this chaplet on thy grave. 
 
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 VOICE OF THE BOYS IN BLUE. 
 
 
 
 Be merciful to the South 
 Not with the empty word in your mouth, 
 But merciful be let your actions tell 
 To the men who were beaten, but fought so well : 
 Be merciful to the South ! 
 
 Be generous to the South, 
 Gentle in deed, and in word of mouth ; 
 
 For no craven brand on the forehead shines 
 Of the men who met us in volleying lines, 
 
 And fought for the flag of the South. 
 
 Be tender and just to the South, 
 For famine, and slaughter, and hunger, and drouth 
 They have suffered, who made such a gallant fight 
 For a cause that was wrong but they thought right- 
 Be just to the beaten South ! 
 
 Be just, and be something more, 
 Now that the hot days of battle are o er ; 
 For brothers we were in the glorious past, 
 And brothers again we must be at last 
 
 Be merciful to the South ! 
 
 We are all here once more, 
 The terrible days of our conflict o er ; 
 And again the old flag floats elate 
 O er the capital dome of each sister state 
 
 In the East, North, West, and South! 
 
 Let us join hands once more, 
 Kenewing the vows that our fathers swore ; 
 Forgetting all strife save the lesson it taught, 
 And meeting as reconciled brothers ought 
 
 A reconciled North and South. 
 
 Errors on both sides were, 
 
 But for these they are past, and we have no care ; 
 Let a sponge glide over the hideous years 
 Of terror and bloodshed, havoc and tears, 
 
 Dividing the North and South. 
 
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 One destiny holds us yet. 
 
 We have common hopes ;m<l a common debt : 
 For England wa- fal-e to u- both alike, 
 And against her power \\itli strong arras should strike 
 The reconciled North and South. 
 
 Oh, tis a glorious hour, 
 
 That joins u- again in imperial power: 
 
 And long o er the land of tlje free and the l.rave 
 May the I ine and Palmetto united wave- 
 Fit emblems of North and South. 
 
 Again, like two parted friends 
 With our quarrel fought out, the hatred end-: 
 And none more welcome this happv dav 
 Than the P>o\- in Blue and the l ,o\> in (Jrav, 
 \\"lio fought for the North and the South. 
 
 THE HOUSEHOLD TOM P. 
 The shaft- of disappointment fall 
 
 Where most \ve build our pride. 
 And now the deare-t lved of all 
 
 Their little ones had died; 
 The tear- they >hed in silence tell 
 
 Like rain-drops through the gloom. 
 And unto him they loved >,, \ u .l| 
 
 They reared this household tomb. 
 
 The little bird \\ho-e tender wing 
 
 Grew weak in \\inter tide. 
 Who seemed to strengthen in the spring. 
 
 And >oare.l in Minniier s pride 
 <.iv\\ fainter a- th.- autumn tell 
 
 < >n -umnier s \\jthering bloom. 
 And unto him they lo\c<l >,, \\ r ll 
 
 They built this DOOMhold tomb. 
 
 lie had a trick in sunny hours 
 
 T" k the garden walk-. 
 
 And pluck from nut the radiant tl- 
 
 The \\ithrred bu.l- and -talk-: 
 He bore them in a- it to tell 
 
 That canker \\nnii- cou-ume, 
 And -oon to him. lii-|vr.i K) uell. 
 
 They reared this household tomb. 
 
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 The church hath massive iron gates, 
 
 Six days tis cold and dim, 
 Till Sabbath fills the silken seats, 
 
 And the organ swells the hymn ; 
 Shall there a blazoned pillar tell 
 
 A child s so common doom? 
 Ah ! no ; for him, beloved so well, 
 
 They built a household tomb. 
 
 On the mantle-piece all old and worn, 
 
 Where his childish toys are laid, 
 Where the withered buds he plucked were borne, 
 
 In the room where oft he played 
 A kneeling statue sheds a spell 
 
 Of prayer around the room, 
 And the little boy they loved so well 
 
 Has thus a household tomb. 
 
 Oh, friend, I ve seen the tear-drops shine, 
 
 And watched your quivering lip, 
 I ve felt your arm clutch closer mine 
 
 When a bright boy chanced to trip 
 Across our path, and though there fell 
 
 No tear, nor word of gloom, 
 I knew your spirit bowed before 
 
 That little household tomb. 
 
 But, comfort ! There s a higher sphere 
 
 Where the earth-lost reunite ; 
 The spirit of your boy seems near, 
 
 To prompt each word I write ; 
 He says he shares the loved ones mirth 
 
 When they gather in the room, 
 And smiles down on the silent hearth, 
 
 Even from the household tomb. 
 
 IRELAND AND THE SOUTH. 
 
 THE BOYS IN QUEEN TO THE BOYS IN GKAY. 
 
 Air: " The Wearing of the Green " 
 
 Ring out from every steeple, 
 Call the clans from every fold, 
 
 We re a democratic people, 
 
 And our faith we mean to hold ; 
 
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 We re lor mercy to tin- heaten foe, 
 
 For In-other- \M- hau- hccn. 
 And what oppre.--ion j s \ vt . know, 
 
 All we who wear tin- < - 
 Ay. \\liat opprev-ion i- we kimu, 
 
 All \M- \\lio \\ear tin- (ireen 
 In our very hone- what it i> -,\e know. 
 
 We boys who wear tlu- 
 
 We have tl-lt it in mir -ire-land, 
 
 With its whip our hack- arc M 
 < tf the South we ll make no Ireland 
 
 Scourged with famine and tin- MM ml : 
 Ti- triu- they tried the rcl.el ^anie, 
 
 Hut piuii-licd they ha\c hccn. 
 And I rather think UC M- dmic the 
 
 All we \\hi) \\ear the ( irccn 
 We om>cl\cv h ; ,\,. ,!,,,. ,),,. \,. rv >; 
 
 All \\e \\lio wear the (ireen, 
 And we hope a^ain t> d<> the -ame, 
 
 We lioys who wear the (.reen. 
 
 Oh, manhood - pmude-t dntv 
 
 N t<i ti^ lit fur maiihoudV faith ; 
 And true courage has a heauty 
 
 That nut even crime can -cathe; 
 Into diau> they plun-ed headward. bojij 
 
 Their ^uilt we do not -creen ; 
 lint our Knmict ami Lm-,1 Kd\\anl. hm .,. 
 
 Did like\\ i-.- fur the ( ireen 
 Ay! Shcare-. and ( )rr. and I- .dward. lov>, 
 
 i-cl.cU f,,i- the ( ireen ; 
 Wollr T..IIC. and I x.nd. and I .duard, boys, 
 
 Did lik. ui-c f,,r the 
 
 And the da\ i- not far di-tant 
 
 \Vhcn our njiial l.oa-t shall he 
 That our country s crown i- ^rli>teiied 
 
 With (irant, Farra^nt. and Lee : 
 liy StoiH-wall -Ia kM.ii - hunt of flame, 
 
 And Mierman ^\\ift a iid keen. 
 And M.-a^hi-r. \\liu led on to f.imr 
 
 I - \>"\- win. \\e;ir the (ireen r 
 Turn Measlier. \\liu>e hriKade oj fame 
 
 All won- the |.lume- uf (ircrn : 
 And Mn-riilaii. uh-.-e deathle- name 
 
 I roclaiin- he uear< the ( ireen ! 
 
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 So " Mercy" be the countersign, 
 
 And " Hoffman" the parole 
 Let the bugles ring along our line, 
 
 And the drums for battle roll. 
 And the cry shall swell from every mouth, 
 
 And on our flags be seen, 
 We re for mercy for the rebel South, 
 
 "We rebels of the Green" 
 We ve a fellow feeling for the South, 
 
 We rebels of the Green 
 The boys who wore the Gray down South, 
 
 We boys who wore the Green. 
 
 A LITTLE RHYME OF LITTLE THINGS, 
 
 FOR VEKY LITTLE PEOPLE. 
 
 A curious thing it were to know, 
 
 And knowledge worth the winning, 
 How very big a fact may grow 
 
 From quite a small beginning ; 
 Tom treads on Freddy s tender toe, 
 And gives a curse, and then a blow 
 
 That sets poor Tommy spinning ; 
 Next knives are drawn, and blood must flow, 
 And Freddy to the gallows go 
 
 For homicidal sinning ; 
 And yet a corn upon the toe 
 
 A corn was the beginning. 
 
 A ripened apple fell one day 
 
 Where a wise man was walking 
 An accident, as some would say, 
 
 Not worth a moment s talking ; 
 But in a philosophic way 
 That apple called a mind in play 
 
 That was not easy balking ; 
 The secret of mechanics lay 
 Enshrined therein twas heaven s own ray 
 
 To us in darkness walking : 
 Yet trifles such as these, we say, 
 
 Scarce merit serious talking. 
 
 An idle man sat down one night 
 
 Before a boiling kettle, 
 And plugged the spout exceeding tight 
 
 With some soft kind of metal ; 
 
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 Off went the lid ! ;i common >ight, 
 
 Hut unto liim t\v;is different quite. 
 
 For hi- re.M.l\ed to settle 
 What force this boiling water might 
 
 re. . :ui,l so lh, -iv eame to light 
 
 The steed of tirele-- mettle : 
 The locomotive lay that night 
 Within a tap-room kettle. 
 
 A Yankee youth a -tnrdy chap 
 
 Wa- partial to kite Hying, 
 And ju-t to >ee \vhat chance would hap. 
 
 A fork he took, and tying 
 The prongs above the pl-ak. the trap 
 Can-lit, cagrd. and tamed the thunder-clap 
 
 A fact now patent, lying 
 In the electric wires \\ Inch lap 
 Our country, and \\ill ><>oii enwrap 
 
 All climes and oceans lying 
 Upon the broad earth s mighty map 
 
 So much for his kite Hying! 
 
 So don t despise the little things 
 Which happen daily round us, 
 
 For MOM of tin-in may chance take wing- 
 To startle and astound us. 
 
 Trace hack the greatest deed it springs 
 
 From tritles which no poet sings 
 Some trifling change, which found us 
 
 Prepared to grasp and mount it- wing- : 
 
 Then \\ith our lame the wide earth ring>. 
 And Fate s high hand hath crowned n>, 
 
 Bccati-e we watched tho-e little things 
 Which -he made happen round US. 
 
 T1IK IJF.TTF.i; CHOICE. 
 
 Too little do we ga/.e on Nature - 
 
 Too much have dwelt in colleges and towns. 
 
 Where man pursues the mi-eral>!r race 
 
 Of wealth and mere hook-learning. The mii-e frowns 
 ( )n him \\hoM- t ont-tep- o er the liree/v doun- 
 
 Seldom ha\e pn---eil : our need U -olitndc. 
 For the har>h <li-onan<-e of the city drown- 
 
 Those th-eam- nf \ irtne. loM-line-s. and ^, .,.<!. 
 
 Which in the hreast of youth, however stilled, brood. 
 
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 Let us arise, and shake away the dust 
 
 Of brick and pavement from our flying feet , 
 All former visions from remembrance thrust, 
 
 And even forget that once we trod the street. 
 
 Up in the mountains haply we may meet 
 Those glorious fancies that still shun the throng ; 
 
 The rill s wild music, tremulous and sweet, 
 Will lend a softer cadence to our song, 
 The cataract s curbless strength may teach us to be strong. 
 
 And flowers, and perfumes, and untainted air, 
 And forest green with dark cathedral glooms, 
 
 And the fleet birds, whose mission is to bear 
 Nature s true music on their outspread plumes, 
 And mossy banks, and overhanging blooms 
 
 Of trailing honeysuckle these shall teach 
 
 Our tongues to breathe the passion that consumes 
 
 The inmost spirit ; and we shall learn a speech 
 
 Wide-general enough all human hearts to reach. 
 
 All forms of art are transient, and they die 
 
 Even with the folly which conferred their birth. 
 Fashion deceives, but Nature can not lie 
 
 While the wide ocean cradles the green earth. 
 
 False are the echoes of conventional mirth, 
 Falser the semblance of conventional woe, 
 
 Mere puppet feelings cherished in the dearth 
 Of genuine passion ; for a while they glow 
 Like paint on death s shrunk cheek there is no life below. 
 
 The couch of velvet and the damask fold 
 
 May give luxurious languor some brief ease, 
 And mirror d Avails and cornices of gold 
 
 Afford good shelter, and a while may please ; 
 
 But look again, and tell me where are these ? 
 A heap of tatters and a tottering wall ! 
 
 Not so this mossy bank, these sheltering trees ; 
 Nor fades the sun, nor does the green hill fall, 
 Nor fails the bright still pool to mirror back the whole. 
 
 Forms, books, and customs are the chains that bind 
 
 Our hearts to wretchedness. Whoe er would be 
 Strong in himself, these fetters cast behind 
 
 And seek the desert limbs and reason free ! 
 
 There let him ponder of his destiny, 
 Survey the mountain shrine, the starlit dome, 
 
 Hear Nature s prompting voice : " All this for thee 
 Was made and is sustained ; it is thy home ; 
 Be true to your own life, and here earth s monarch roam ! " 
 
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 ( )h. fal-e conceit ! -elf-l>atlling avarice ! 
 
 That -trhe- tu gra-p the mental riche- earned 
 I>\ former toiler-! He a--ured of thi- 
 
 : ay of thought that er-t in (ioethe burned. 
 Through pedant-channel can tu you be turned. 
 I .acli hand mu-t pluck it- individual fruit. 
 
 Hook- are the grave where knowledge is iimrned : 
 
 iid hl.>--oin from their clay can shoot ; 
 Yourself mu-t s>w the -eed let them manure the root. 
 
 And we have idled our ln-t year- away 
 
 In gathering dead leave-. There yet is time 
 Tu plant a lietter har\e-t. Mich a- may 
 
 In part cumpen-ate fur \\a-ted prime. 
 
 And though no fmvst. leafv and .-ulilimc. 
 Our wintering -mi can hope to shake a!m>ad. 
 
 Still may we graft -ume creeper.- that \sill climl 
 Kound our old age, enlivening the green soil. 
 And I reatlring grateful prai-e to the henignant (iod. 
 
 ( i}\. mother earth ! to u- e-tranged too long 
 Have been thy heautie- not l.y our o\\ n will. 
 
 I- or with a jiassion lilind a- it \\a- strong 
 Have we adored thy ]iurity, and -till 
 \\"ould. ere the \ear- our de-tiny fulfill, 
 
 Drink thy inspiring eloquence ; nor thuii 
 This tardy homage to thy tin-one repel 
 
 < loud- may not alwa\s linger on hca\en s l>ro\\. 
 
 And let the future -peak the fervor of our vo\\ . 
 
 Dl "KT FOR Till. 1 1 1 IK A K FAST-TABLE 
 
 ROMAMl. Ml -I:\NI.. 
 Thou art my lo\e ! I ha\e none other 
 But only thee nut only thee. 
 
 -i N-II.I i \\ ii i . 
 
 Nun. Charle-. ,1,, -tc,p thi- -illy bother. 
 And drink your tea your cooling tea. 
 
 IMIM \N 1 1 in -r.\\i.. 
 Vonr eye- are diamond-, gem- relined. 
 Vuiir teeth are pearl, \uiir hair is gold- 
 
 -i N-IT.I i \\ ii i . 
 
 Oil iion-en-e mm . I know you ll fin,: 
 Your cutlet- c<.ld exceeding cold. 
 
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 ROMANTIC HUSBAND. 
 
 Where er thou art, my passions burn ; 
 I envy not the monarch s crown 
 
 SENSIBLE WIFE. 
 
 Put some hot water in the urn, 
 
 And toast this bread, and toast it brown. 
 
 ROMANTIC HUSBAND. 
 
 Had I Golconda s wealth, I say, 
 
 Twere thine at will twere thine at will- 
 
 SENSIBLE WIFE. 
 
 Then let me have a check to pay 
 
 The dry-goods bill that tedious bill ! 
 
 ROMANTIC HUSBAND. 
 
 Oh, heed it not, my trembling flower ; 
 If want should press us, let it come 
 
 SENSIBLE WIFE. 
 
 And, apropos, the bill for flour 
 Is quite a sum an unpaid sum. 
 
 ROMANTIC HUSBAND. 
 
 So rich in love, so rich in joy, 
 
 No change our cup of bliss can spill 
 
 SENSIBLE WIFE. 
 
 Now do be quiet ! You destroy 
 
 My cambric frill my well-starched frill. 
 
 ROMA.NTIC HUSBAND. 
 
 Ha ! senseless, soulless, loveless girl, 
 To sympathy and passion dead ! 
 
 SENSIBLE WIFE. 
 
 A moment since I was your "pearl," 
 Your " only love" at least you said. 
 
 ROMANTIC HUSBAND. 
 
 I spoke it in the bitter jest 
 
 Of one his own deep sadness scorning 
 
 SENSIBLE WIFE. 
 
 Well, candor is at all times best : 
 I wish you, sir, a fair good morning ! 
 
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 THE NYMPH OF LURLEIBEKCII. 
 
 In I-nrlcil.er;:!) - deep -hadowed vale, 
 
 Where ;ill the Khine .- hlue watci 
 A maiden -at. a- fair and pale 
 
 A- were the lilies at her feet ; 
 Her hair in wild profu-ion flowing 
 
 From m-e- richly wreathed aho\e 
 To hide the gentle li<>-om. Blowing 
 
 \Vitli mingled thou-ht- of fear and love. 
 Oh, Nymph of Lurleiher^h ! thy lute. 
 Why stand- it thus untouched and mute. 
 What pen-i\e -hadow- cloud thine eye, 
 And cheat the moment- as they fly / 
 Thou art ton \Hiin^. t><> fair I m- | ain 
 To dim the -mile or wrinj: the l>rain ; 
 Too pure tin. u .-cem st for thought nf ill, 
 Vet >ad thoii art. and pen.-ive still. 
 
 Yea, thou art -ad. although no tear 
 
 I!ed -\v- thy -ilken-frin-ed lid, 
 And all the more \vill sorn.u -r.ir 
 
 When thus in mute endurance hid. 
 Thine eye- arc fixed upon the n 
 
 A- pa-t thy feet its waters roll, 
 And, s \\ift a- arc it< ripples. i|iii\cr 
 
 The tides of feeling in thy suul. 
 Oli, Nyni]ih of Lurlcilier^h ! the crown 
 ( )f flu \\i-r- \ on wear will wither soon. 
 The lute .- hai niuiiioiis chords will slack. 
 And \oiith, once flown, coinc- nc\cr hack : 
 Tin- -ii-hin^ waters, pure and sweet, 
 That | <>ar their tribute t> th\ feet, 
 Sonii |.a the lni\\rr- of t rclli-cd \ine. 
 And pcri-h in the stnnnfid hrine. 
 
 \\ e -hi.uld ji.it wa-te in tears the hours 
 
 Of \n nth. that all too fleetly flow: 
 In -piinx the field- are dc< ked \sith flowers, 
 
 And \\intry a^e i- rapped with snow ; 
 And thou art in the spring of l.einjj. 
 
 And thou should-t !< as li-ht a:. 
 AS i- the lark when upward fleeing 
 
 To Lathe \\\^ pini,,n- in the \-.\\ 
 That call- the Mueliell fri.m the meadow. 
 And -tcep- the hill in sultry shadow; 
 
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 That bathes the morning lake in fire, 
 And tips with gold the village spire. 
 I too have felt the hopeless void 
 Of pleasures lost when most enjoyed, 
 And learned, alas ! that tears are vain 
 To wash such memories from the brain. 
 
 THE PARTING KISS. 
 
 JULIET. 
 
 One kiss before you go, love, 
 
 One kiss before we part, 
 Indeed you do not know, love, 
 
 The sadness of my heart. 
 The dawn that wakes the birds, love, 
 
 To joy, is pain to me ; 
 I hear your farewell words, love, 
 
 Nor care how bright it be. 
 
 Oh, softly down the stream, love, 
 
 Let your light oars be driven, 
 For I have dreamt a dream, love 
 
 Perchance a warning given ! 
 I dreamt my brother stood, love, 
 
 And saw our parting kiss ; 
 It can not bode us good, love, 
 
 Be sure, forget not this ! 
 
 Nor must thou yet forget, love, 
 
 At nightfall to return, 
 When o er the parapet, love, 
 
 You see my signal burn. 
 Adieu ! we may not stay, love ; 
 
 Cease not to think of me ; 
 And through the weary day, love, 
 
 I ll pray for night and thee. 
 
 ROMEO. 
 Oh, hush ! your fears are vain, love, 
 
 Nor sire nor brother near ; 
 Indeed I may remain, love, 
 
 There is no danger here. 
 The prying dawn delays, love, 
 
 As loth to break our bliss ; 
 He did but peep to win from thee 
 
 The fond, the parting kiss. 
 
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 The willow.-. In-inline deep, love, 
 
 In prudent awr look down : 
 They will not rai-e tliri: lead- to peep 
 
 I.e-t \OH. my Invc, -hould fmwn. 
 The liird- are all asleep, love 
 
 ( Mi. <-hi<K- not my dela\ : 
 For where thoii art not i- my ni^ht. 
 
 When/or thoii art. my da\ . 
 
 Ala- ! the >pe|l i- riven, love, 
 
 I hear the hell> at ar: 
 
 l)o-t thoii not see in hea\en. i 
 
 Von dinil\ lading -tar ? 
 U hen in the dewy e\e. lo\e. 
 
 II ri-e- i/er the hill. 
 
 You ll -ee my >hallo]> on the stroain. 
 And hear my lui^k- .shrill. 
 
 Adieu! it i- the dawn, love, 
 
 I ifm-t I mii-t away : 
 The fading star hath p>ne. love. 
 
 The hinls awake the dav. 
 To part at all i- pain, love, 
 
 To thee and me : 1 wish 
 I.ut. till \\i- mer! a-ain. lo\e. 
 
 Oh, keep my jiarting kiss. 
 
 ORIGINAL SIN. 
 
 RECOLLECTIONS OF A BKRMOs ... 1.1 mr REV. PR. HEM.OWB, BE7T 
 
 TO A LADY KQCAI.LY REM \ II ! : l.l \ I l > . u I I -CK,AND 
 
 T11C INTEBEST SHE TOOK IN FABT IIOBSK8 AMD DEMOCRATIC POLITICS. 
 
 My dear Mr-. I daiik, tor the e\e<-llent sermon 
 
 You led me to heai . I your delitor remain; 
 And revolving the siil.jert ha- nfade me determine 
 
 To -ifi the ili-eonr-e into 1 inirua^e more plain. 
 Your pastor in me ha- now found a di-ciple 
 
 Who mean- to ;TO into religion and \\ in : 
 I nt. in ea-e he ^hoidd fail, in the v. oi~d- of the I .ihle. 
 
 Imj)iite hi- mi.-hap to " original >in I" 
 
 That "man i- not perlVet" th.- excellent I .ellows 
 rndoiihtedlv prove-, and I holdly maintain : 
 u >ln.w 
 
 \\ hene\er you >ln.w me u prince of ^ood 
 
 Mi- .-in- \\ill keep pace \\ith the -i/.e of hi- I. rain. 
 
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 Your men of small natures are prim and decorous, 
 To prudery s domain their brief steps they confine. 
 
 While the " big hearted Indians" who truly rule o er us, 
 Can t bring down their strides to the limiting line. 
 
 But woman ! dear woman ! the excellent Bellows, 
 
 In all his discourse, breathed no word about her ; 
 He was fearful, perhaps, Mrs. B. would grow jealous, 
 
 And therefore thought better that point to defer. 
 But that woman is perfect in all things becoming 
 
 A womanly nature, he could not deny, 
 And assuredly not, if this sermon while humming, 
 
 He chanced on our pew to direct his staid eye. 
 
 I heard his discourse with a kind of mixed notion 
 
 That "the bliss" he described was allied to our pew ; 
 And whenever he spoke of " the need of devotion," 
 
 I felt most devoutly attracted to you. 
 That heaven has rewards " both in here and hereafter" 
 
 For those who tend meeting, I felt to be plain ; 
 For a pleasanter goblet of dreams than I quaffed there 
 
 Was never poured out labeled "Fancy s Champagne." 
 
 Oh, ne er while I live be that sermon forgotten 
 
 It made an impression no years can efface ; 
 Your parson s the best horse I know of to trot on, 
 
 When girdling our loins for eternity s race. 
 " Two thirty" we got it the dull nags we " dish em," 
 
 Ne er turning a hair, and ne er casting a shoe ; 
 And the " Bloomingdale Road" which leads up to Elysium, 
 
 I am firmly convinced has its start from your pew. 
 
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 Ay, stamp away ! Can you stamp it out 
 
 This quenchless fire of a nation s freedom ? 
 Your feet are broad and your legs are stout, 
 
 But stouter for this you ll need em ! 
 You have stamped away for six hundred years, 
 
 But again and again the old cause rallies, 
 Pikes gleam in the hands of our mountaineers, 
 
 And with scythes come the men from our valleys 
 
 The steel-clad Norman, as he roams, 
 Is faced by our naked gallowglasses, 
 
 We lost the plains and our pleasant homes, 
 But we held the hills and passes. 
 
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 And -till tin- beltane fire- at iii-hf. 
 
 It imt a man were left to feed cm, 
 II y widow- hand- pile 1 hi;:li and bright. 
 
 Flashed far the Dame of freedom. 
 
 Ay. -tamp away . Can \ on -tamp it nut. 
 
 Or Imw ha\e your lirntal arts been hallled ? 
 Viin have wielded the power of rope anil knout, 
 
 Fire, dungeon, sword, and scatl old. 
 Mut still, as from each mart\r > hand 
 
 The fiery cross fell down in fighting, 
 A thousand sprang to sei/e the lirand. 
 
 Our heltaiie tire- relighting. 
 And once again through Iri-h nights. 
 
 O er every dark hill redly streaming, 
 And numerous as the heavenly lights 
 
 Our reliel tire- \\ere <;leamin^. 
 And though again ini^lit fail that flame, 
 
 (Quenched in the blond of its devoted, 
 I- roll chieftain- ro-e. t rc-h clan-men came, 
 
 And again the old flag floan-d. 
 
 That tire will Inirn, that flag will float, 
 
 By virtue nursed, by valor tended. 
 Till \\ith one tierce clutch upon your throat 
 
 Your Moloch rei^n is ended. 
 It may be now. or it ni:iy be then, 
 
 That the hour \\ill come \\ e have hoped for ages, 
 Hut. tailing and failing. \\e try a^ain. 
 
 And a^ aiu the conflict rages. 
 Our hate, though hot, i- a patient hate. 
 
 De.idlv and patient to catch y.m tripping, 
 And your year- are many. \<>ur crime- are ^reat, 
 
 And the -ceptre i> tVom you slipping. 
 But stamp away \\ith your brutal hoof, 
 
 While the lire- to -corch you are upward cleaving, 
 For with blood;, -liuttle-, the uarp and woof 
 
 ( t \oiir shroud the Fate- arc weaving. 
 
 Tin: i.i>n.i; AND 
 
 " Come tell me. ^irl-. and tell me truth, 
 Why are you all -n in lo\e \\ith Booth? 
 
 " Ha- he gi\on you lilter-. or mixe.l l.,ve-powdem 
 In \oiir break fa -t cotb-e or luncheon chowders?" 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 71 
 
 Fast came the answer, clear and crisp, 
 
 From a young, plump blonde with a lovely lisp : 
 
 " I m thure, Mither Mileth, we love him tho, 
 Becauth he ith Booth -iful, you know !" 
 
 I caught the lisper and kissed her there : 
 
 "Kith me muth ath you pleath, but don t wumple my hair; 
 
 "And fondle me, Mileth, juth ath muth ath you will, 
 If you only won t wuffle my Bwuthells fvvill!" 
 
 So I drew her aside, and, with kiss and whisper, 
 
 There were high old times between Miles and the lisper ; 
 
 And let Booth be " boothiful" or no, 
 Twas a beautiful girl that called him so. 
 
 THE OLD GREEN FLAG. 
 
 " The Fenian cause is dead," they say ; 
 "Clean crushed by Reward s craven sway!" 
 Tis dead that is^ for the present day 
 Twill rise again. 
 
 That cause, in Irish lore appears 
 Has lived for full seven hundred years 
 Oft quenched in blood, and quenched in tears, 
 It rose again. 
 
 The dying sire bequeathed his sword 
 To sons who then their life-blood poured, 
 And o er their sons the Green Flag soared 
 Twill soar again. 
 
 The Irish mother, as she pressed 
 The warm, full nipple of her breast, 
 Thus lullabied her babe to rest 
 " Twill rise again." 
 
 Despite rope, dungeon, famine, chains, 
 And bills of penalties and pains, 
 For all with Irish in their veins, 
 It rose again. 
 
 From Silken Thomas trace its flow 
 To Hugh O Neil and Owen Roe ; 
 And though Lord Edward felt the blow, 
 It rose again. 
 
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 Ami though "\Volfe Tone in prison died. 
 And Emmet was slain on Li fly s side, 
 
 De.-pite ;ill England s power and pride. 
 It rose again. 
 
 It crossed the sea. The Iri-h race. 
 Uprooted from their dwelling-plan-. 
 Came here new de-tinie- to fare 
 It rose again. 
 
 "Eternal hatred of the foe- 
 Eternal warfare, blow for blow, 
 1111 England s power in the (lust lies low"- 
 This rose again. 
 
 "While Iri-h blood through our vein- i- led. 
 For the C"au-e and Flag shall our -blood he 
 Till the Green, high soaring above the Ked, 
 Floats free again." 
 
 Despite of Seward s truekling fears. 
 And Iri-h -la\e-. \\ith mock- and jeer-- 
 For those who In. Id the faith of years, 
 Twill ri-e again. 
 
 By suffering taught to help the weak 
 
 For all the oppressed of earth we speak 
 For all the i>ppre--ed .-nine hope we MH-!. 
 To i-i-e 
 
 Oh, generou-. pnud, and gallant race 
 So often Va-h. -<> rarel\ 
 Sure as the bright sun holds her ] 
 Twill ri-e again. 
 
 The old Green Flag, the good old Cause, 
 
 I)e-pite the eherk of erainpilig laws. 
 
 Shall yet obtain the world - ;ipplaii.-e 
 
 When risen again. 
 
 Wherever Finland s flag may float, 
 Or slave- may wear her -cariet coat, 
 Leap, Fenian-! at the tyrant - throat, 
 And try again. 
 
 The great heart of the land, we claim, 
 Is thrilled \\ ith -\nipathetic flame. 
 For they, a- u.\ hate KiiL land .- name 
 lu ill ri-e again. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 73 
 
 For perjured faith for foulest blows 
 Struck when the rebel standard rose 
 England, even here, a deep debt owes : 
 Twill rise again. 
 
 Let Seward curve his craven knee, 
 Yet, while America is free, 
 The flag we bore across the sea 
 Shall rise again 
 
 Will rise despite all human power 
 Will flame abroad is time s full hour 
 Till, high in air, o er field and tower, 
 It floats dgain. 
 
 But, brethren, till that hour shall come, 
 Be busy with your hands but dumb ; 
 Nor speak till told by the rolling drum 
 "It floats again." 
 
 " It floats the good old Green Flag floats 
 Once more in the face of the scarlet coats" 
 Then fiercely and full at your foemen s throats 
 Spring once again. 
 
 God of our Fathers ! God of Peace ! 
 Grant us from factious feuds release, 
 For never until these shall cease 
 
 Can the old Flag rise again. 
 
 LINES ON THE KUSSO-TURKISH WAR. 
 
 So far as I can reason down 
 
 The complex Eastern question, 
 A Turkey done exceeding brown 
 
 Would suit the Czar s digestion. 
 Be trussed it must with bayonets first, 
 
 And peppered well with powder, 
 Then, sliced out into provinces, 
 
 Twill make a famous chowder. 
 
 Poor Turkey can not bear a yolk, 
 
 Though turkey-eggs bear pullets, 
 Nor can the sultan see the joke 
 
 Of making his eggs bullets. 
 Though he has got a hundred wives, 
 
 He dearly loves Moll Davia, 
 And Galatz is the kind of " gal" 
 
 He wouldn t part to save you. 
 
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 Though meii->hake-ott the Ku--iaii wiles, 
 
 Still Men-tshi-koM i- ;:re.it. -ir. 
 And the 1 >ardan-elle- are crooked miles, 
 
 Although they call them "Strait." -ir. 
 The Miltan in hi- harem -ii- 
 
 While tiling gn harum--carum ; 
 - in -ultin me 
 
 Ami can not choo-e hut he ir cm. 
 
 Th" Turk appeals to (iod and Truth, 
 
 \l\\\ -uffers nc crthclc-- he. 
 For (.ortM-hakntr, |, t .>idf the I nith 
 
 At .Ja>-\. ^ r i\e- him .le-\-. 
 With (Jortscha-koH and Mt -ntM-hi-kofF 
 
 Hi> hreast ha> ^ot a-stuttin , 
 And. it he can not shake them off, 
 Utr> \\ill nail hi> cotiin. . 
 
 The c/:ir i> d id in co-tly furs 
 
 l- nun \ a>hk:i and Vakaka. 
 A\ hile Tm key - >nle dct en-e from koffs 
 
 I- Redschid Ali I achn. 
 The sultan m the I rojihct jirays 
 
 Nu profit conic- a-near him : 
 And though his 1 orte he (ailed -uhlime, 
 
 It ha- no .-treiiL r lh to cheer him. 
 
 He ]>r:iy- to Mecca, hut he iimh 
 
 The media ni-m I u-ty : 
 Hi- piayer can not unlock the gnte, 
 
 And -o the Porte ^ro\\ - cru-ty. 
 Hi- \ i/ier- put their \i-nr- <lo\\u, 
 
 And \\ill not fare the tu--Ie : 
 Ala-! the faithful Mu--iilni:in- 
 
 Have neither hrain nor mu-i-le. 
 
 I)i<-turhin hand- his tuihan touch. 
 
 Hi- ho<kah it i- hooked, -ir. 
 And -non In-fore a ( o--ack til e 
 
 \N"ill Turkey - j^oo-e he cooked, -ir. 
 I li- Mann-lake- to mammy look, 
 
 Nor an- fur hattle pre--in^ ; 
 Hi- pacha- of a do/en tail- 
 
 M . tale- the nm-t di-tre--iiiL, r . 
 
 Hi- dra-joiuan- can t dra^ a man 
 
 it the Turk- ain t stupid ; 
 urh- are a- impotent 
 For Mar- a- eke for ( upiil. 
 
Gliarles Graham Ilalpine. 75 
 
 There s not a man in his divan 
 
 In honor s van will die, sir ; 
 Before the storm that Bruin brews 
 
 The Turkey soon must fly, sir. 
 
 The Turks gave shelter to Kossuth 
 
 For this esteemed their souls are : 
 May they ne er know a Hungary day, 
 
 Partitioned as the Poles are. 
 May Allah and the Christian s God 
 
 Confound unchristian czars, sir, 
 And may the Turkish moon be girt 
 
 With bright Columbian stars, sir. 
 
 TO LAURA. 
 
 We must not show the hidden bower, 
 Where love s high feasts are holden ; 
 
 We must not let another see 
 
 The secret flower, perfumed and golden, 
 
 That twinkles on the shadowy lea 
 For thee and me, 
 
 Dear Laura. 
 
 We must not show the priceless gem 
 That gleams in pleasure s casket ; 
 
 No jealous eye its light may see, 
 Lest those" who envy us should ask it, 
 
 Or question how it came to be 
 With thee and me, 
 
 Dear Laura. 
 
 We must not show the hidden spring 
 Where passion cools its fever ; 
 
 We must not let the slightest sound 
 Betray our joy, but be forever 
 
 Mute as the woods that wave around 
 Our hallowed ground, 
 
 My Laura. 
 
 Oh, could we flee, like doves, afar 
 
 From custom s iron bondage, 
 To some rich isle in the Southern Sea, 
 
 There, in the wood s enwoven frondage, 
 With all our beings linked, to be 
 
 Un watched and free, 
 
 Dear Laura. 
 
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 Still, in tin- win-Id l.e n-ld. !<-erved, 
 
 \Yith social fetter- laden ; 
 The liumble min>trrl. what were he 
 
 To win the heart of tin- proud maiden ? 
 Hut there are lining thank heaven the, 
 
 For thce and me, 
 
 My Laura. 
 
 I would not change my pride of song 
 
 For all a prince - trea-ure : 
 Not all the wealth beneath the sea 
 
 Could yield it- lord Midi pa-.-ionate pleasure 
 A- when, upon the shadowy lea, 
 
 I pluck the golden flower with thee. 
 And kiss the ireni which none ma;. 
 
 Save thee and me. 
 
 My Laura. 
 
 AT THE SEA-SIDE. 
 
 The hay lay sobbing at our feet. 
 
 The night wa- dark, and warm, and calm, 
 We felt the throhhing pid-e- lieat 
 
 Each in the other s palm. 
 
 Ik-hind us, crested on 
 
 \Vi-re gn-at hotels a--leam with lights. 
 Where youth and heauty, wealth and rank. 
 Held revel through tlie nights. 
 
 Hut round u- all \\a< hii-hed and .lark 
 N. -mud rxcrpt the .-ol.l.ing liny 
 N< li-ht. -a\e \\hen MHII.- pho-pho r->pai "k 
 he.l upward in the -pray. 
 
 There on the rock- we talked of love 
 An old, lo>t lovt till on my luva-t 
 
 Her head, like -ome o\-r\\ earied do\e. 
 Came lluttering down to rwt, 
 
 Hetu.-cn it- and tin- an< In.n-d light 
 That mark- the -hoal h neatli it- lee, 
 
 \Ve \sat. lird tin- white and glm-tly Might 
 < M -d ..... nrr- out to sea, 
 
 We talked offr.-i-hti d >hip<. that -ailed 
 I l- -m ha\ - like thi- with n return : 
 
 We talked of many Ix.pe- that failed 
 To reaeh th- pn.mi-ed bourne. 
 
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 We sat, recalling all the past 
 
 The march and camp in prairie lands, 
 
 Our canvas cities rising fast 
 Along the Southern sands. 
 
 Our canters through the scented pine, 
 The halts in many an orange grove, 
 
 The wreaths of yellow jessamine 
 That round our heads we wove. 
 
 And then came up, in sad review, 
 Full many a friend in battle slain, 
 
 And all the war that either knew 
 Before us passed again. 
 
 And tremulous grew the clasping palm, 
 And gentlier sank the fair dear head, 
 
 And o er our souls a deeper calm 
 Than o er the bay was spread 
 
 A calm of pained and softened thought, 
 A tender trance of vanished years 
 
 A ghostly mirror, quaintly wrought, 
 In which the past appears. 
 
 And still, as sadder grew the theme, 
 Her hand crept closelier into mine, 
 
 And on my breast, in deeper rest, 
 I felt her head decline. 
 
 Oh, dark blue bay, with your anchored light, 
 Your belt of hills and your silver shore, 
 
 For the freighted hearts relaunched to-night. 
 What harbor has Fate in store ? 
 
 WASHINGTON S BIRTHDAY, 1865. 13 
 
 AN APPEAL TO THE PATRIOTIC AND BENEVOLENT FOR A SOLDIER S HOME. 
 
 Forever past the days of gloom 
 
 The long, sad days of doubt and fear 
 When woman, by her idle loom, 
 Heard the dread battle s nearing boom 
 
 With clasped hands and straining ear ; 
 While each new hour the past pursues 
 
 With farther threat of loss and pain, 
 Till the sick senses would refuse 
 To longer drink the bloody news 
 
 That told of sons and brothers slain. 
 
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 The days ot c:i!in at length arc \sn. 
 
 And, sitting thu-. \\itii folded hand-. 
 \Vc t;ilk of ;rreat deed- greatly done, 
 While all the future -e.-m- to run 
 
 A silvery tide o er golden sands. 
 With pomp the \ntive -word and -hield 
 
 The -a\ ior- of the hind return, 
 And \\hile new -hiine- to p-a,e \\ e huil 1. 
 On our great hanner - a/.ure field 
 
 Vet larger con-tellation- luirn. 
 
 Who hore the flag who won the dav ? 
 
 The voting, proud inanho(.d of the land. 
 Called from the forgr and plow auay. 
 The\ -ei/.ed the ucapon- of the fray 
 
 With ea.u r er hut untutored hand ; 
 They -wanned o er all the road- that led 
 
 To where the peril lnulir>t hurncd 
 I y niLrlit. I iv dav. their harrying tread 
 Still -oiithuard to the >tniL_ r L r le sped. 
 
 Nor ever from their jxirpose turned. 
 
 Why tell how Ion-; the eonte-t hung, 
 
 NOW crowned with hope, ami now dep: 
 And no\v the varying l>alance swung, 
 Until, like <;old in furnace Hung, 
 
 The truth ^rew -tmn^ci 1 for the tr-t : 
 Twa- our o\vn Mood we had to meet ; 
 
 "I \\a> with full i>ei-rs our swords \\ere 
 Till in the march, a aidt, retreat, 
 And in the -.-hool .f -tern dci .-at. 
 
 \\ B le-inied M006H at hlood\ OOSt, 
 
 Oh. comrade- of the camp and deck, 
 
 All that i- left \* pitying Fate 
 Of tho-e \\lio hore through lire and \\ i < 
 \\"ith -inewy arm and stnhhorn neck, 
 
 His tla^ \\ho-e hirth we celehiatc 
 ( )h, men. who-c name- fore\er hri^lit 
 
 ( )n hi-tor\ - golden faMet graved 
 l?y land, hy MM, ulm \\a-ed the ti-ht. 
 What guerdon \\ill you a-k tonight 
 
 For service done, f, ,r peril- 
 
 The ehar^in^ line- no more \\e - 
 
 \ . Hi" re ue hear the din of -trite. 
 Nor under e\ery greenwood tree, 
 Stretched in their Jifc s ^reat agony, 
 
 Are tho-e \\lio wait the surgeon .- knife: 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 79 
 
 No more the bloodied stretchers drip, 
 
 The jolting ambulances groan ; 
 No more, while all the senses slip, 
 We hear from the soon silent lip 
 
 The prayer for death as balm alone. 
 
 And ye, who on the sea s blue breast, 
 
 And down the rivers of the land, 
 With clouds of thunder as a crest, 
 Where still your conquering prows were pressed, 
 
 War s lightnings wielded in your hand 
 Ye too, released, no longer feel 
 
 The threat of battle, storm, and rock- 
 Torpedoes grating on the keel, 
 While the strained sides with broadsides reel, 
 
 And turrets feel the indenting shock. 
 
 Joint saviors of the land, to-day 
 What guerdon ask you of the land ? 
 
 No boon too great for you to pray 
 
 What can it give that could repay 
 . The men we miss from our worn band ? 
 
 The men who lie in trench and swamp, 
 The dead who rock beneath the wave 
 
 The brother-souls of march and camp 
 
 Bright spirits each a shining lamp, 
 Teaching how nobly die the brave. 
 
 And thou, Great Shade ! in whom was nursed 
 
 The germ and grandeur of our land 
 In peace, in war, in reverence first, 
 Who taught our infancy to burst 
 
 The tightening yoke of Britain s hand 
 Thou, too, from thy celestial height 
 
 Will join the prayer we make to-day 
 "Homes for the crippled in the fight, 
 And what of life is left made bright 
 
 By all that gratitude can pay." 
 
 T.each these who loll in gilded seats, 
 
 With nodding plume and jeweled gown, 
 Boasting a pedigree that dates 
 Back to the men who swayed the fates 
 
 When thou wert battling Britain s crown, 
 That, ere the world a centurv swims 
 
 Through time, this poor blue-coated host, 
 With brevet rank of shattered limbs, 
 Will swell to fame in choral hymns, 
 
 And be of pride the proudest boast. 
 
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 Home- ti-r the heroe- we implore 
 
 Tin- brave. v\ho limb- and vigor gave 
 That North ami South, from .-bore to shore, 
 One free, rich, boundle-- country o er 
 
 The tlag.pf \Ya-hington might wave; 
 The flag that first the day recall 
 
 Long years ago, one summer morn. 
 J- la-hed up o er Independence Hall, 
 A meteor-messenger to all 
 
 That a new nation here was born. 
 
 Oh. wi\e< and daughters of the land, 
 
 To every gentler impulse true. 
 To yon we rai-e the invoking hand : 
 Take pity on our -trickcn hand. 
 
 These demigod- di-gui-ed in hlue. 
 More sweet than coo of pairing liirds . 
 
 Your voice when urging gentle deed-. 
 And power and beauty clothe her word 
 A we-t wind through the heart s thrilled chord- 
 
 \Ylicn woman .- \oice for pity pleads. 
 
 To you I leave the soldier s doom 
 
 Your glistening eye- a. lire me right; 
 Oh think, through many a night of gloom. 
 \Yheii round yon all was light and hloom, 
 
 And he preparing f.r the Jight, 
 The M.ldicr |,;id,. hi- fancy roam 
 
 I- ar from the foe s battalions proud 
 Prom camps, and hot steed> charging foam, 
 And fondly on your l.rea^t at home 
 
 The forehead of hi- -.pint howed. 
 
 Oh. by the leir nfn- i.f tlie dead. 
 
 \Yho- . yet our l"\c may roach 
 
 \Yho.-e sonl>. in light or prison lied. 
 Now >wai-ni in column overhead, 
 
 \Yinging with fire my fain- 
 
 -tricken ticld- and ocean CBfM 
 
 I hear their \nice and cry in-tead : 
 " ( Ja/.in.t; \i]>ni\ our myriad g: 
 
 : mi- to the crippled brave- 
 
 \\ ho were the comrade- of the dead." 
 
 ( nr can-e wa- holy to the height 
 ( )t holie-t can- - to manhood given ; 
 
 1 or peai-e and liberty to -mite. 
 
 And while the warm blood bounded bright. 
 For the-e to die if called hv heaven. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 81 
 
 The dead are cared for : in the clay 
 The grinning skull no laurel seeks 
 But for the wounded in the fray, 
 It is through my weak lips toKUj 
 The Order of the Legion speaks. 
 
 HURRAH FOR GORDON GRANGER, 
 
 Come, boys, a toast ! our pride and Boast 
 To friends a joy, to fear a stranger ; 
 
 Brim every glass, and let it pass 
 The health of Gordon Granger ! 
 
 His manly grace of form and face 
 
 Made women bless our stalwart ranger ; 
 
 Her sparkling eyes, her tenderest sighs 
 Were all for Gordon Granger. 
 
 Each rebel lass, to see him pass, 
 
 To loyalty the sight would change her ; 
 
 For " Union" she would henceforth be 
 With winsome Gordon Granger. 
 
 We turned to hear his voice of cheer 
 On many a field of death and danger ; 
 
 The rebel foe soon came to know 
 Our yells for Gordon Granger. 
 
 No finer clay, for feast or fray, 
 
 Since the Babe Divine lay in the manger, 
 Has blessed the earth, than had its birth 
 
 With General Gordon Granger. 
 
 So here s his health ! Long life and wealth, 
 And years of peace exempt from danger 
 
 Forevermore so prays his corps 
 Be round our Gordon Granger. 
 
 MA NORMANDIE. 
 
 FROM THE FEENCII OF BERANGER. 
 
 When hope buds forth in vernal prime, 
 And winter flies on sunny wings 
 
 Far from our country s lovely clime, 
 
 And June her fresh, warm radiance flings 
 
/ / Poetical I!-/-/- of 
 
 When Nature - liluMiii npiiii \\e see, 
 And -wallow- -kim the jocund earth. 
 
 I luvc tu vi-it Ntirinandie 
 It i> tin- country of my birth. 
 
 I ha\e .-ecu the Swit/.er s -ceiien. 
 
 Hi- cottage home and glacier- : 
 The unclouded -kie- of Italy. 
 
 Sweet Venice :ind her gondolier- : 
 Where er I roamed or chanced to l,e. 
 
 I .t-ried, " There i- no place on earth 
 So dear to me a- Normandie- 
 
 It is the country of my birth. 
 
 There come< a time to nil. ala< k 1 
 
 When e\ery da\ -dream flie< a\\a\. 
 And \\hen the wearied -oul tall- hack 
 
 To memories of a brighter day. 
 When my cold Mu-e imr warlile- free 
 
 Her -MULT- of lo\e or -on^- of mirth. 
 I ll -eek fre-h tire in Normandie 
 
 It i- the country of my birth. 
 
 TIM: MiDNKiirr WATCH. 
 
 Ti- late hut tliu> I mii-cd and read. 
 
 \\"hile all around in -lumber nod : 
 O Ni^ht! to tho-e wlio will but heed. 
 
 Thou art the -ernion-time of ( iod : 
 ( ):ir liou-e i- hu-hed a -mouldering lire 
 
 Burn- low within the ^lowin^ ^rate. 
 And one by one the lamp- expire 
 
 Kit time to medifate. 
 
 llou hu-hed ! The morilii okr- 
 
 A thrill of terror dim ! 
 
 Hie tfriin clock deal- -ome fearful >tr..ke- 
 
 (}]\ Time s oiit-preadin;: cherubim. 
 The mullleil HOIII--. \\ith hurr\in^ fe- t. 
 
 Still hoar to the denial ,u r ale 
 Uepmachfiil thoughts an ofVerin^ meet 
 
 From tho-e \\ho meditate. 
 
 No -ound -a\e when the wain-cot moil-.- 
 Or erumblin^ cinder bid< u< start 
 
 ^epulchral -ilence in the lnu-e. 
 
 And turmoil in the ^|e,-p|e-^ hear:. 
 
diaries Graham Halpine. 83 
 
 Oh, dreams of youth ! ye seem to creep 
 In formless vapors from the grate 
 
 Round one to whom the eternal sleep 
 Comes welcome, if not late ! 
 
 MILES ON THE WHITE FAWN. 14 
 
 A fairy scene of colored light, 
 
 Of gorgeous dress and magic changes, 
 Where still the gazer s dazzled sight 
 
 From beauty to new beauty ranges. 
 Now rings the music clear and high, 
 
 Now seems to die now swells in clangors ; 
 Voluptuous visions fill the eye, 
 
 And thrill the pulse with tropic languors. 
 
 A dream grotesque, supremely warm, 
 
 A whirling swarm of fancies devious ; 
 The central figure woman s form 
 
 Elastic, languishing, lascivious. 
 The arching thigh, the rounded calf, 
 
 Ankles and feet of tapering lightness 
 Flump bosoms, too unveiled by half, 
 
 And waving arms of marble whiteness. 
 
 THE PARTING. 
 
 Sadly from my host I parted, 
 Stiff he was, but genial-hearted, 
 And a tear unbidden started 
 
 As I lingeringly delayed. 
 There the mother stood before us, 
 Prim as ever, and decorous, 
 But her eye a meaning bore us 
 
 Kinder than her tongue conveyed. 
 
 Round the supper-room the glowing 
 
 Logs a*fitful light were throwing, 
 
 While the night-breeze, hoarsely blowing, 
 
 Murmured through the circling trees. 
 " Friends, adieu ! I must oppose you ; 
 111 repaid the debt he owes you, 
 If your guest should now expose you 
 
 Unto drafts so rude as these. " 
 
84 77.. Poetical II v,,-/* of 
 
 Cruel Laura -eemed delighted 
 At mv leav in- " 111 requited 
 Love," 1 thought, and yet .-In- lighted 
 
 M -. departing, to the door. 
 Suddenly of no u-e saving 
 How the breeze, a 1 rolir playing, 
 Blew the light out. and delaying 
 
 (irew more pleasant than before. 
 
 Dank and cold tlic midnight drizzle 
 "One adieu! I hear the vvhi-tle ." 
 Something -eemed to ,-tnve and wre-tle. 
 
 Ami \\c tore oiir-clve- aparl. 
 What took place I have an inkling, 
 For my ear wa- -manly tingling, 
 And anotln-r soul seemed mingling, 
 
 Lip-conducted, through my heart. 
 
 A MOKMNC SKKKNADE. 
 
 FROM -nil n:i N 11. 
 
 Rose, the red sun pcrps o er the hill, 
 
 Oh quit your couch s soft retreat ; 
 l)o-t thoii not lu-ar the \illage hell 
 
 Chime forth the hour when \\e .-hoiild meei - 
 The crowded town no j>lea-m-e \iehU. 
 
 Then hie with me oh. hie a\\ay. 
 And. wandering through the flowery field-. 
 
 We ll j.a in love the summer .- da\ . 
 
 Come. IIo>e. the fields \\ith flo\\ , Mied. 
 
 .My arm thy gentle j>ro|i -hall he; 
 With lo\ ing nature all around. 
 
 \\ e too \\ ill li,\e more tenderly. 
 The woodhine hower the linnet .-hield<. 
 
 And there it -ing- the livelong da\ : 
 Then ha-t( oh. ha-te thee to the field.-, 
 
 \Vliere hour.-, like moment-, glide away. 
 
 In ru-tic form our life to mould. 
 
 We ll ri-e \\hen dawnV lir-t glance- peep. 
 
 And evening s .-hadows on the \\old 
 .11 herald our untrouhled -leej.. 
 
 Perchance to thee this pro-pert \ield- 
 I>ut tedioii- da\- and wearv hours: 
 
 < )r <lo-t thoii lo\e the scented li- ld<. 
 The solig-hirds and the l.ree/A l.ovve: 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 85 
 
 She comes ! the town no more appears ; 
 
 Oh, hateful city, fare thee well ; 
 Where Art her lifeless beauty rears, 
 
 But genuine passion dare not dwell. 
 Rose, let us quit Parisian noise 
 
 For sweet seclusion far away, 
 Our moments crowned with rustic joys, 
 
 Our love increasing day by day. 
 
 THE LAST APPEAL. 
 
 Brethren, tis the last appeal 
 
 Of human woe to outraged heaven ; 
 
 God witness for us that we feel 
 
 Reluctant all to draw the steel, 
 But what hope else to us is given ? 
 The bonds of social concord riven, 
 We try the last appeal. 
 
 Brethren, on ! one stubborn fight, 
 
 And peace for evermore shall be ; 
 The red sea s wave will soon unite 
 Above the vanquished hosts of Might, 
 And conquest lead us into thee, 
 Dear Canaan of liberty, 
 
 Where God protects the Right. 
 
 Brethren, Po\ver s triumphant heel 
 Hath struck us oft, but now we turn, 
 
 And they who wronged us soon shall feel 
 
 The spell that lies in patriot zeal 
 
 Their bonds to break, their threats to spurn 
 The victor s wreath and martyr s urn 
 Await this last appeal. 
 
 THE MINER S DREAM. 
 
 I lie all cold and lonely 
 
 Beneath an elm at night, 
 When the stars are shining only, 
 
 And the glow-worm twinkles bright ; 
 I sleep where the star-gleams quiver, 
 
 And my restless memories roam 
 Away from the golden river 
 
 To my boyhood s happy home. 
 
86 //,, Poetical \Vorksof 
 
 Tin goliK-ii dream i- Heeling 
 
 Away from my troubled -ight. 
 Anil my heart with hope i- heating 
 
 A- I we tin- cottage light : 
 My old rude cot before me, 
 
 Where in by-gone hour- I duel 
 Kre tin- i-l. Mid, <it lite came nVr me, 
 
 When no care my ho.-om felt. 
 
 And I see my mother smiling 
 
 With a faint, iinea-v mirth. 
 While my father^ hand- were piling 
 
 The fagots on the hearth ; 
 And they whisper ever lowly 
 
 Yea. I think I hear my name; 
 It was breathed in accents huh, 
 
 And a tear-drop with it curae. 
 
 The golden -ami- are gleaming 
 
 In the ruddy Hn-h of dawn. 
 The golden sun i- ln-aming, 
 
 And my mighty dream i.- gone; 
 lint e\er and forever 
 
 In my ,|ee|. my wild thought- roam 
 Away from the golden ri\er 
 
 To my boyhood s happy home. 
 
 Till; WIDOWKK S CHKI^TMAS. 
 
 Oh Christina- night ! thy -pectral hand oiitreacho-. 
 Drawing a-ide the curtain of the fMJT*: 
 
 Let ii- give git t-. let us make haj.py -|.eeehe-. 
 If hut to hide to hide the Minding I- 
 
 Oh Chri-tma- night! again the tahle gli-ten- 
 \\"ith gold and er\-ial, and the wine is red: 
 
 Put my heart - ear in throhhing silence li-ten- 
 For her IweM \oice -my beautiful, my dead! 
 
 ( )h ( In i-tma- niLrht ! the children, gladly screaming. 
 
 Dance in young rapture round the lighted i 
 And thu- I watch them while my -oul i- dreaming 
 
 I )reaniing of her mine e\e- no more may see. 
 
 < )h ( hri-tma- night ! again thy fea-t returning, 
 
 Darker by contra-t make, my darknc-, be. 
 And all thy lamp- -eem funeral ton-he, burnm; 
 the dear face I ne\,-r m,.n- m.i\ 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 87 
 
 BLACK LOYALTY. 
 
 LET THE TRUTH OF HISTORY BE PRESERVED. 
 
 Nigh a million of lives we have spent, 
 
 And three billions of dollars or more, 
 That each fetter in twain should be rent, 
 
 And the slave-horn be heard never more ; 
 Full six years we have given to the Black. 
 
 And the thing was undoubtedly right : 
 Now suppose, just to alter the tack, 
 
 We devote half an hour to the White ? 
 
 When the South, in its hour of mad pride. 
 
 At Fort Sumter let drive the first shot, 
 Neck and heels our poor Sambo was tied, 
 
 And the North held one end of the knot ; 
 But our hold we let go at the sound, 
 
 For both hands we required in the fight, 
 And the war for the Black was then found 
 
 Quite a tough job of work for the White. 
 
 Well, we fought ay, for four years we fought. 
 
 Pouring out lavish treasure and life 
 Did the Black then arise as he ought, 
 
 Cleaving northward with torch and with knife? 
 All his masters were far from his track, 
 
 Under Johnston and Lee in the fight ; 
 There was nothing to hold the Black back 
 
 From assisting his champion, the White. 
 
 Did he aid us when bleeding we stood 
 
 To chase from him slavery s dreams, 
 ( )r to Lee sent he clothing and food, 
 
 Harness, powder, equipments, and teams? 
 We all know that in one single state 
 
 A revolt would have ended the fight. 
 So no more of their "loyalty" prate, 
 
 For the Black rebs were worse than the White. 
 
 The White rebels came with a cheer, 
 
 Their bayonets aslant and aglow, 
 While the Black rebels slunk in the rear, 
 
 Assisting (and freely) our foe ; 
 Phillips, Sumner, and men of that school, 
 
 .May click-clatter from morning till night, 
 Hut if Black or White rebels must rule, 
 
 Then, by heaven ! count me in for the White. 
 
The y W/V,// in,/-/* of 
 
 It would sicken ;i <lo;. thi- vile cant 
 
 That we hear of "P>lack loyally" now, 
 And I notice tlu- twaddler- who rant 
 
 On tin- -ul jeet were far from the ro\\ : 
 But since cold has been Lee - lat--t pin. 
 
 And since .John-ton -tacked arm- after fight, 
 \Yc are told " l>y Pdack valor \\e won" 
 
 Ti- all hmnlui- to laurel the White. 
 
 To the lilaek rel.el ^lory and power. 
 
 To the White rehel chain- and di-^race : 
 ( h. niadne . and \\or-e. rule- the hour - 
 
 We are fal-e to faith, \\i-doin. and race I 
 To inv heart \\ith you. LoiiLT-treet and Hill. 
 
 Johnston, Lee e\ery man in the ti^ht 
 You Mi-re reliels. and had one-, hut -till 
 
 You share my misfortune you re White. 
 
 Tin; ctrAKKR COQUETTE. 
 
 Dear coy coquette, hut onee we met 
 
 l.ut once, and yet tua- once too often. 
 1 lun^ed unaware- in -ihcry <na> 
 
 All vain my jirayers her heart to -often: 
 Vet -eemed -o true her eves of blue, 
 
 N eined lid- and lon^e-t la-he- under. 
 < iood an^el- dwelt therein. I felt. 
 
 And could have knelt in reverent wonder. 
 
 Poor heart, ala-! what eye could pa-- 
 
 I he auliiirn mas- of curl- care--in^ 
 Her pure \\hite hrow. made i-e-al now 
 
 P,\ thi- -implicity of dre-sing. 
 Lip- deny, red a- ( upid - l>ed 
 
 ( )t ro-e lea\e- -lied on Mount Hyinettu-. 
 With lialm inihued they niiu ht l>e \\oned. 
 
 lint ah I coy pni.le. -he will not let Oft, 
 
 No jeuel- deck her radiant neck 
 
 What pearl would reck it- hue to rival . 
 
 A pin of ^.,ld the fa-hion old 
 
 A rililioii-fold. or -oine -uch trifle; 
 
 And lieautv chief! the lil\ - leaf 
 In .lark relief -et- off the whiUMieM 
 
 <)fall the l.rea-t not \eiled and pre--e.| 
 ith her collar - (Quaker ti^htne--. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 89 
 
 And milk-white robes o er snowier globes, 
 
 As Roman maids are drawn by Gibbon, 
 With classic taste are gently braced 
 
 Around her waist beneath a ribbon ; 
 And thence unrolled in billowy fold 
 
 Profuse and bold a silken torrent 
 Not hide, but dim each rounded limb, 
 
 Well turned, and trim, and plump, I warrant. 
 
 Oh, Quaker maid, were I more staid, 
 
 Or you a shade less archly pious ; 
 If soberest suit from crown to boot 
 
 Could chance uproot your Quaker bias, 
 How gladly so, in weeds of woe, 
 
 From head to toe my frame I d cover, 
 That in the end the convert " friend" 
 
 Might thus ascend a convert lover. 
 
 BLESSING THE SHAMROCK. 
 
 God s blessing and his holy smile 
 On the emblem-leaf of Erin s Isle, 
 
 Our green immortal shamrock. 
 From Irish hills, though far away, 
 Through this bright Western land we stray, 
 From every leaf there comes a ray 
 Of the olden light of the olden day, 
 
 While gazing on the shamrock. 
 
 Saint Patrick found upon the sod 
 This emblem of our triple God, 
 
 And taught us by the shamrock 
 The mystery of our creed divine, 
 How one in three distinct may shine, 
 Yet three in one, as leaves, combine, 
 And their joint blessings intertwine 
 
 : Tis a lesson from the shamrock. 
 
 And the three virtues which are dear 
 To Irish hearts are emblemed here 
 
 Within our three-leaved shamrock : 
 Fidelity, that knows no end 
 To country, sweetheart, faith, or friend ; 
 Courage, that no reverse can bend ; 
 And hospitality all blend 
 
 Their types within the shamrock. 
 
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 So ma\ llra\en - ).le~ing<. choice and chid. 
 r>ede\s each jit tal of thy leaf. 
 
 ( )tir nun immortal shamrock : 
 And ma\e-t thoii. in this We-tern clime, 
 A- long ago. in Ireland .- prime, 
 I , < mhlem of a faith suhlime 
 In (iod and Country, through all time. 
 
 Our green and glorious shamrock. 
 
 And may our proud and ancient i. 
 rprooted from the duelling-place 
 
 Where grew tin- vothe shamrock, 
 Still keep this ni^ lit, where i r they lly. 
 Sacred to inejiiorie- dear and lii^ h 
 ()f the land \\liere all our kindred lie 
 In the fjreen graves, made beauteous !y 
 
 Thick verdure of the shamrock. 
 
 (Jod l.le-s the ol-l dear >pof of eartll 
 (Jod Itlc-s the ^reen land of our hirtli, 
 
 \N lierf ^rc\v thi> hunch of .-hamrocl. : 
 And l)le>siu<;s on this generous land. 
 Which \velcoine- \\ith a la\i-h hand, 
 l- .acli \car. the >ad and stricken Itand 
 ( f e\ile> from the silver >traml 
 
 Where grows the saintly shamrock. 
 
 THE LAST i;i><)UT. 
 
 WRITTI.N LI HIM. \ l. l -III I ..I -II VM-I...M ,-M., 
 
 A dramati-t declared he had got 
 So many people in hi- plot 
 That uhat to do \\ ith lialf he had 
 Wa- like to dri\e him drama mad. 
 
 "The hero and the heroine 
 < M OOVM |TC married \ery line . 
 I ; uith the other- what to do 
 I- mure than I can tell can you ? 
 
 Hi- friend replied : " "I i- hard f- 
 Hut yet I think there i- a \\ay. 
 Tin- m.ii-rieil couple thank their -tar-. 
 And half tin- other- take the car- : 
 
 The other half \ on put on l.oard 
 A racing -team lioat take mv word. 
 They ll ne\er troiil.le you again." 
 The dramati-t re-uuied hi- pen. 
 
diaries Graham Halpine. JU 
 
 LOAFING AS A FINE ART. 5 
 
 My friend, my chum, my trusty crony, 
 We were designed, it seems to me, 
 
 To be two happy lazzaroni, 
 
 On sunshine fed and maccaroni, 
 Far off by some Sicilian sea. 
 
 From dawn to eve in the happy land, 
 
 No duty on us but to lie 
 Straw-hatted on the shining sand, 
 With bronzing chest, and arm, and hand 
 
 Beneath the blue Italian sky. 
 
 There, with the mountains idly glassing 
 
 Their purple splendors in the sea 
 To watch the white-winged vessels passing 
 (Fortunes for busier fools amassing), 
 This were a heaven to you and me. 
 
 Our meerschaums coloring cloudy brown, 
 Two young girls coloring with a blush, 
 The blue waves with a silver crown, 
 The mountain shadows dropping down, 
 And all the air in perfect hush 
 
 Thus should we lie in the happy land, 
 
 Nor fame, nor power, nor fortune miss 
 Straw-hatted on the shining sand, 
 With bronzing chest, and arm, and hand 
 Two loafers couched in perfect bliss. 
 
 A MAINE-LAW LYRIC. 
 
 With thickest growth of beard his face 
 
 Was matted in a ghastly smile ; 
 His hat preserved the faintest trace 
 Of what was once a shapely tile ; 
 His elbows glimmered through his coat, 
 His trowsers needed tailor s care, 
 His boots they were not of a pair, 
 And through them you his toes might note. 
 He only said, "It is the tipple, 
 
 The tipple tis," he said ; 
 He murmured, " Go it like a crippk 
 And go it till your dead." 
 
Poetical Work* of 
 
 d hi- hand :il de\\\ iin.rn. 
 I Ie rai-ed it tar into tin- night, 
 And. in a tone of maudling -mm. 
 
 The temperance party hi- would -light : 
 He drank his gla--, and called for more, 
 With trembling linger- -can-lung out 
 For dime- within the tattered clout 
 Which once the name of pocket hoiv. 
 
 I ! only >aid. "It i- the tipple. 
 
 The tipple "ti-." he -aid : 
 He murmured. "(Jo it like a cripple, 
 And go it till vou re dead." 
 
 And Brer a- the lain]* greu dim. 
 
 And hrandy lay heyond his reach. 
 1 le -aw pale -pectre- ^lai e at him. 
 
 And mutter fiercely each to each. 
 Oh, they were hour.- to free/e the -ml. 
 When tlio-e hlue eorp-e- o er him heilt, 
 And to convey the moral meant. 
 Kach fiend upheld a glittering howl. 
 
 lie only -aid. " It i- the ti]i]ile. 
 
 The tipple "ti-." he -aid : 
 lie nun inured. "(Jo it like a cripple, 
 And go it till you re dead." 
 
 There is within ,-ome granite \\all- 
 
 A high and hideous \\ooden thing, 
 And in it- floor ;1 door that falls 
 
 ( ihedient to a -ccret -pring ; 
 A\. groan ami shriek! With cries mid far-. 
 Mercy of earth and hea\en demand. 
 A \\ife .- red Mood U on your hand 
 Your kinde-t gift to her for \ 
 
 I- the hallad of the tipple : 
 !! uarneil. and pia\ . and think ; 
 The tap i- Mother Murder - nipple 
 You Mick Mood a- \ou drink. 
 
 .IANKTTI "> HAM;. 
 
 "Oh. loo-en the -nood that \ on \s ear. .lanette. 
 Let me tangle a hand in your hair, my pet," 
 For the \\orld to me had no daintier -ight 
 Than your hroun hair veiling voiir -houlder- while, 
 A- I tan-led a hand in \<>ur hair, my pet. 
 
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 It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette, 
 It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet, 
 Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist, 
 Twas a thing to be braided, and jeweled, and kissed 
 Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet. 
 
 My arm was the arm of a clown, Janette, 
 It was sinewy, bristled, and brown, my pet, 
 But warmly and softly it loved to caress 
 Your round white neck and your wealth of tress 
 Your beautiful plenty of hair, my pet. 
 
 Your eyes had a swimming glory, Janette, 
 Revealing the old, dear story, my pet 
 They were gray, with that chastened tinge of the sky, 
 When the trout leaps quickest to snap the fly, 
 
 And they matched with your golden hair, my pet. 
 
 Your lips but I have no words, Janette 
 They were fresh as the twitter of birds, my pet, 
 When the spring is young, and the roses are wet 
 With the dew-drops in each red bosom set, 
 
 And they suited your gold-brown hair, my pet. 
 
 Oh, you tangled my life in your hair, Janette, 
 Twas a silken and golden snare, my pet, 
 But, so gentle the bondage, my soul did implore 
 The right to continue your slave evermore, 
 
 With my fingers enmeshed in your hair, my pet. 
 ******* 
 Thus ever I dream what you were, Janette, 
 With your lips, and your eyes, and your hair, my pet ; 
 In the darkness of desolate years I moan, 
 And my tears fall bitterly over the stone 
 
 That covers your golden hair, my pet. 
 
 LES HIRONDELLES. 
 
 A captive on Africa s shore, 
 
 A warrior laden with chains, 
 Cried aloud, " I behold ye once more, 
 
 As ye fly from the frozen plains, 
 Ye swallows, whom Hope, in despite 
 
 Of this fierce-glowing climate, pursues , 
 From France ye have taken your flight 
 
 Of my home do ye bring me no news ? 
 
. ! 77.. J oetical HV//-/.V of 
 
 "Three -uiiiin.T- l \e heL ired that ye mi^llt 
 
 Kecall the fond wi-he- that -tray 
 T<> tli;it vale where in dream- ..t 
 
 M\ \outh irlid -d >\\it tlv awav; 
 To tin- river who.-e winding wave< i oaiu 
 
 Neath lilac bower-, scenting the h reive ; 
 
 Ye lia\e perched oil my old cotta;/.- home 
 H:i\e \e nothing to tell me of the-e . 
 
 I en hance your yoiin^ ne-tlii]^< were liom 
 
 Neath the roof \shere I welcomed the day; 
 Ye have pitied my iiiother".- heart torn 
 
 I.y the love which can never decay : 
 Thoii-h d\iiiL r . >he hope- that each hour 
 
 M\ -te|. on the -ileiice will l.reak ; 
 She li-teii-. and t a-t her tear- -ho\ver 
 
 ( )t her love have \e nothing to -pc : ,k . 
 
 " My -i-ter : pei-chain-e -he i- wed : 
 
 IIa\e \r -ecu the < f :.\\ \mith who ill t!:: 
 At the tea-t ot her hriilal were met. 
 
 And welcome her marriage with -01 
 And tho-e. mv companion- of vore, 
 
 Who lived through the combat- we lonh| - - 
 Do they dwell in the village once more y 
 
 ( )h. of so m.iny friend- know \e natighi i 
 
 "If may be the ,-tran^er s loot presses 
 
 Th - ^ra\c- in the \ale where they -Icep: 
 My hoiin- a new ma-tcr potfl 
 
 M\ -i-ter but living to weep; 
 No prayers that tor me win^ to hea\i n. 
 
 And torture and fetter- below : 
 Your -ilence perchance i- Imt jrhen 
 
 To -pare me thi- burden 
 
 TO A/KA. 
 
 We mcrt ,,ni e m.ii e : the earh bloom 
 
 ( )f pa--ion peri-hed in it- pride. 
 And -lumber- in a foreign toinli. 
 
 l!e\oinl a ilark and -toiniy tide ; 
 The \oiin^ I- .xanp-l faded fa-t 
 
 l- rom it- etlicreal form of cla\ : 
 That -ea of an^ni-li but ti- pa-t. 
 
 And we ha\i- met once more to-dav. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 95 
 
 Thy cheek with paler tinge imbued 
 
 Thine eyes ah ! where their mirthful glance 
 
 A sense of former pain subdued 
 
 Breathes o er thy gentle countenance. 
 
 My heart ! how bright, in older days, 
 The smile that played from brow to chin. 
 
 But now, as through a setting haze, 
 
 . The sun peeps sadly from within. 
 
 Thy voice is changed : no more its tone 
 
 From music s ocean may emerge ; 
 Thy laugh is mingled with a moan, 
 
 Thy words of hope resound a dirge ; 
 And ever through thy gay discourse 
 
 Some thread of suffering winds along 
 A clew that leads with mystic force 
 
 To the deep fount of sadder song. 
 
 Love lives perhaps in purer form 
 
 But ah ! the magic thrills no more ; 
 The shipwrecked pilgrim of the storm 
 
 May prize his chance-directed shore, 
 But from its desolate cliffs his eye 
 
 Will range in vain the circling seas, 
 And picture a more brilliant sky, 
 
 A lovelier land, that once was his. 
 
 Thy hand ! time was its faintest touch, 
 
 Like sacred fire, lit up my frame ; 
 Those dreams of youth, those hours had much 
 
 That memory fondly loves to claim. 
 I dreamed my soul lay soft and hushed 
 
 As was the sod beneath thy feet ; 
 It gave its flowers, and they were crushed 
 
 And once again, once more we meet. 
 
 Henceforth the world may smoothlier pass. 
 
 But life s one star shines cold and dim ; 
 Though Fortune prove a sea of glass, 
 
 O er which our lives uninjured swim, 
 Far better were the storm, the strife 
 
 Which overcast our earlier suns : 
 There is a record kept in life 
 
 Where love but stamps his signet once. 
 
 The lip that quickest wings the jest 
 Is first to breathe the secret sigh ; 
 
 The laugh that rings with freshest zest 
 But chokes the floodgates of the eye ; 
 
Th, Poetical Work* of 
 
 The heart, like Kgypt s queen of old. 
 
 NeVr let- it- n,i-ery MC the light : 
 ] >ut o er the deadly asp we fold 
 
 Tho garments of the gala night. 
 
 And iiiontli> ay. long, un-olaeed year- 
 Have found Hie reekle--. lo\ele--. wild 
 
 A man \\lio i- not. Lut app> 
 
 The li\ingje-t at which lie smiled. 
 
 There i- a plea-lire horn of pain. 
 When all it- outward sign- depart. 
 
 A triumph \sl:en the steadfast brain 
 Moat- calmly o er the struggling heart. 
 
 1 orhear thy early lire to feign, 
 
 Nor \\eep that I am eold.-r jrrown : 
 With le-s of joy and le-- of pain. 
 
 The heart a lime- a temperate tone; 
 Can pra\er- or tear- revive the (loner- 
 
 Widen in the pa-t have shrunk and died? 
 ( an \\e reeall tlie golden hours 
 
 Who-e \\a\e- are in the eternal tid> ? 
 
 The llano that wrote the Persian .- fall. 
 
 " Weighed, wanting, worth!. . .MM a-ide." 
 The dark hand on the glittering wall 
 
 \Vas Imt the touch-tone of hi- pride : 
 Ad\er>ity --another hand- 
 Tie, 1 thy laNehood and ms fate : 
 Jxmg year- of -orrow. a >trange land. 
 
 And a reunion given too late. 
 
 Tin: STABS OF MKMOKY. 
 
 n retrospection^ dream we see 
 
 The \\a-te of \car- that -tretcli 
 Into the dim eternity. 
 
 With here and there a shining stai : 
 SutN-t -tar- of memory Learning oYi 
 
 The -epulehres of peri-lied hope. 
 And Laekward turn \\e more and more. 
 
 As gloomier path- Lefoiv n- oj,c. 
 
 We turn to -,-r the inemonrd -k\ 
 
 .v ruddy in the youthful dawn : 
 . ateh the glorious -hado\\ - fly 
 the lake and o er the lawn : 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 97 
 
 The evening clouds are turned to gray, 
 Though streaked by many a crimson bar, 
 
 And darkness comes, yet, in its way, 
 Lifts up to heaven full many a star. 
 
 It lifts but not the star of morn, 
 
 Whose pale beams merge in fuller light, 
 When flowers and birds seem newly born, 
 
 And freshened by the dews of night ; 
 That loveliest light, forever set, 
 
 No second morrow bids arise, 
 And sadly, vainly, we regret 
 
 The lustre that has left our skies. 
 
 The Past was as an easy road 
 
 That led us down a hill of flowers, 
 Where every opening vista showed 
 
 But brighter streams and greener bowers. 
 We reach at length the barren plain 
 
 Where man contests the race of life ; 
 We join the struggle, feel the pain, 
 
 Yet love the excitement of the strife. 
 
 We love the strife that makes the tide 
 
 Of passion swell within the heart ; 
 Nor deem we, in our youthful pride, 
 
 Ambition s pulse can e er depart ; 
 We love it while our hearts are strung 
 
 With high romance and*ancient love; 
 We love it while our hopes are young, 
 
 And paint a brighter scene before. 
 
 But, as we wander on and on, 
 
 And weary of the loveless life, 
 We turn to find the flowers are gone 
 
 Beneath the mailed hoofs of strife ; 
 We wake to know that manhood brings 
 
 The pain that finds no balm in tears ; 
 We wake to know that memory stings ; 
 
 We wake to mourn the by-gone years. 
 
 The stubborn soul is loth to quit 
 
 The dream that it hath made its god, 
 And forced to own its misery yet 
 
 Pursues the path it once hath trod ; 
 Looks round it, with a careless eye, 
 
 On others equally unbless d, 
 And pinions every struggling sigh 
 
 Within the portals of the breast. 
 
 E 
 
. - The Poetical \\ <.rk* of 
 
 We wander mi: the earlv hope 
 
 In which, heyond the Miltry jilain, 
 A -ereiier \ i-ta- ope, 
 
 Kxperience prove- i- lal-e and vain; 
 Forever with a lengthening chain. 
 
 Forever witli a darker pall. 
 We journey to tin 1 grave in pain. 
 
 And see our fellow-hondsman tall. 
 
 1 ride checks the tear, and with a frown 
 
 Would cha.-e the phantom (iriefaway; 
 The -now- of age come thickening down. 
 
 And cliill and hleaker gro\v > the \\ ay : 
 \\"e -peak \\hat \\ e \\onld tain un-ay. 
 
 Hut |>ride >teps in with ready ait, 
 And in a >einhlat)ce oft lie gay 
 
 \\ e \eil the >OITO\\ > of the heart. 
 
 Amid the ^looni. we gladly turn 
 
 Where none may mock ojir -ilent tears, 
 To where the stars of memory hum 
 
 Al o\e the jo\ - of otln-r year- : 
 And Fancy in the dusk uprear- 
 
 The radiant form- of peri-hed worth. 
 Which we ha\e home on Houery l>ier>. 
 
 And laid within the lap of earth. 
 
 <) .-tar- of Memory! ever -liine. 
 
 And brigmerM our \eai-- decay: 
 Still .-lied your influence divine 
 
 To cheer 11- on our lonely way. 
 Hright -tar< of .Memor\ ! -hine longer. 
 
 Like heacon- o cf the tronhled main, 
 I ntil in Leth.- - tramjuil rher 
 
 \\ e have ahhition of all pain. 
 
 SIMKIT l. AI I INd. 
 
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 "M I l REIWIO.N OF 8PIRITCAL MANIKK8TATIO.NS." 
 
 "De jmr lc I{.,i! Drfi-iiM- a Dieu 
 De laire mi lien." 
 
 What ! pass a -tatnte to di-patch cm ! 
 
 It i< a propo-ition rare : 
 Imp! i-on hang when you tir^r catch em, 
 
 The I. dilr-- -pin:- of the air? 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 99 
 
 Despise all reason hear no question 
 The scourge of legal power is thine ; 
 
 Condemn and then ( twill aid digestion) 
 Say grace before you dine. 
 
 Of old, when glorious Galileo 
 
 Announced the planetary plan, 
 A pope a sacerdotal Leo 
 
 Declared his doctrine under ban ; 
 But, though the Church affirmed his error, 
 
 The world has since his truth averred ; 
 And, in despite of condign terror, 
 
 The spirits will be heard. 
 
 When Franklin raised his brawny arm 
 
 To rob the lightning s callow nest. 
 When little thunder-gods did swarm 
 
 Beneath the electric mother s breast, 
 Why did no Yankee pope arise 
 
 To bid the impious hand withdraw, 
 Spreading an a?gis o er the skies 
 
 Of Massachusetts law ? 
 
 O Liberty ! thou splendid word, 
 
 We do adore thy clap-trap name ; 
 Tis reverenced wheresoever heard, 
 
 But violated just the same. 
 Shall men with narrow brows and hearts 
 
 Forbid our spiritual faith ? 
 Rap ! rap ! from the dull table starts 
 
 It lends a spur to death. 
 
 No ! by the hallowed rights we wrung 
 
 In years of blood from Britain s hand 
 No ! by the stars heaven s cressets hung 
 
 In the blue dome that spans our land, 
 We will not yield to Yankee drill 
 
 We scorn and hate its idiot ban 
 With force of intellect and will, 
 
 We claim the rights of man. 
 
 The right to hope, the right to pray, 
 
 The right of conscience and of rest, 
 The right to choose whatever way, 
 
 Unhurting others, suits us best. 
 We reaffirm, in reverent awe, 
 
 This heresy which Knox began, 
 That conscience towers o er human law 
 
 That God is more than man. 
 
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 AN OLD MAXIM REVER^KI) 
 
 Kt .-irina eedtmt togac," 
 Said a Komun of renown ; 
 
 " When tin- din of \\ar is over, 
 Arms yield unto the gown." 
 
 Hut tliis iinitto .Ml re\er-e- : 
 1 or. arrayed in female rhaim-. 
 
 When tin- din of war is over, 
 In his gown he yields to arms. 
 
 THE ISLANDS THAT AWAIT US. 
 
 Come, brothers, fill : To-night we will 
 
 Give joy its longest tether ; 
 Take hands around let music sound 
 
 We re exiles hen- together. 
 For fatherland we draw the brand 
 
 We tailed, but do not lalter ; 
 Some other da\ again we may 
 Fling lire on Freedom .- altar. 
 
 The toa-t to-night i- one of light, 
 Let s drink ere time helate n- : 
 Come, brim the glass, and let ii i 
 "The i-land- that await ml" 
 
 There s Cuba lie- in sunnie-t 
 
 1 . S|.ani-h thraldom tramjiled, 
 Her trea-ure .|..-nt. and blnml be-prent, 
 
 Her wrongs are nne\ani|>|. il ; 
 Hut exiled -on^ with Yankee guns 
 
 ( an make the t\ rant- \ ani-h, 
 For oi-cc we ll te.ieh the-e grandee- each 
 The wa\ to walk it Spani-h ." 
 
 The one Iy)ne Star -hall imt be far 
 
 I- nun our tins dlied i 1 
 The Southern i|iieen -hall yet be seen 
 Arrayed in Northern lustre. 
 
 There - Ireland, too- tis vain to rue 
 The doom imprinted on her; 
 
 day we ll make, or \\ e mi-take, 
 That very mr-e her honor. 
 
Charles Graham Halpi 
 
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 The green shall spread above the red 
 
 When Saxon blood is under, 
 
 And old John Bull, at Liverpool, 
 
 Be waked by Yankee thunder. 
 
 The Eastern queen in starry sheen 
 
 With her of the Antilles, 
 The Yankees banner floating high 
 O er shamrocks and o er lilies. 
 
 Then, brethren, fill pledge heart and will 
 
 Our cause we ll try and gain, too. 
 The exile s name shall reach a fame 
 
 No king s could e er attain to. 
 In France at first was freedom nursed, 
 
 But there, so wild and skittish, 
 She fell a prey one luckless day 
 To Spaniards and the British ; 
 
 But here with growth surpassing both, 
 
 Majestic in her status, 
 And to her sod, so help us God ! 
 We ll bring the "isles that wait us." 
 
 FOND AND FOOLISH. 
 
 My Lydia, do you never miss, 
 
 Since grown of late so prim and mulish, 
 
 The drive, the dinner, and the bliss 
 Of being very fond and foolish ? 
 
 The game we played was one of cost 
 Good cause, no doubt, for your retreating ; 
 
 But, ah ! the joys forever lost 
 The dear, wild, passionate thrills of meeting ! 
 
 I always went an hour too soon 
 
 The clocks were wrong, my head was dizzy ; 
 Your whispered words, "The square at noon"- 
 
 Each object kept my fancy busy. 
 That mantle yes, it is her own ; 
 
 I run oh, pooh ! my eyes deceive me ; 
 That bonnet it is hers alone ; 
 
 Not hers ! good heavens ! my senses leave me. 
 
 The air grew dense, my pulse was high, 
 I counted steps or plucked at brambles ; 
 
 The exulting fountain seemed to cry, 
 
 "No more shall Lydia share your rambles." 
 
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 A thou-and .-hooting hints of fear 
 
 Suggest l)tlt no, they can t di-covcr; 
 
 Aiul vet, pu.-t noon, and .-he nut here 
 Was ever such nnhapp\ lo\er r 
 
 Thi- -nrely is her stej). her height. 
 
 The same white Ca-hmere round her Mourn- 
 iShe nears all! lovelier to my sight 
 
 Than Venus with her lucks out-blowing. 
 I fly to meet her at the gate. 
 
 "Welcome, and \\elcome beyond measure: 
 Our carriage at the corner \\ait-. 
 
 And now for five dear hour- of plea-ure." 
 
 The fields were green, the tlouers were .-\\eet : 
 
 l- .ach rose you gave a ki-- to win it, 
 Alld said. "Our cottage was a- neat 
 
 As any nest of any linnet :" 
 The >ilver tray a flask of wine, 
 
 Then, all too soon, your \i-it over, 
 And hack to town, your hand in mine, 
 
 Again you parted from your lover. 
 
 These pleasures do you never mi--. 
 
 My Lydia. now -.. prim and nmli-h. 
 The drive, the dinner, and the bli-s 
 
 ()f being very fond and foolish: 
 The game \\e played \\a- one of cost 
 
 Good caii-e. no doiil.t, for \oiir ret reatin.t: : 
 P>ut. ah ! the Mi-- forever lost 
 
 The dear, \\ild. passionate j\ - 
 
 A HYMN TO THE TYl I >. 
 
 Oh silent myriad army, \\ho-e true metal 
 
 Ne er flinched nor l.lenched he fore the de-pot W: 
 Ve Krethren. linked in an immortal battle 
 
 With time -i-o\\n Kal-ehoud-. t\raniioii- and strong! 
 Fragment- of -treii^th and beauty lyin^ idle. 
 
 l- .ach in it- plan-, until the appointed da\ ; 
 Then, -\\ift a- wheel- the -<|uadron to the In idle. 
 
 ^ I -prin- into the Ion-. , ,mpac t array. 
 
 Obedient. -<-lf contained, and -elf-contented. 
 
 Like \eteran \sani. .r- in the mingled l.ioil. 
 Kach Ki\i"k r help -.there jii-t hi- iidp i- wanted. 
 
 Nor seeking more than hi- due -hart- of toil ; 
 
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 Striving not, vainly, each to be a leader, 
 
 Your capitals are captains of the file, 
 The crown you aim at, to inform the reader, 
 
 And help old Truth on for another mile. 
 
 What wondrous dreams of beauty may be flying 
 
 Unwinged, unuttered, through your silent mass ! 
 Even as a prism, in some deep grotto lying, 
 
 Until the informing soul of Genius pass, 
 Filling the cavern with a light as tender 
 
 As that which breaks from Love s half downcast eyes ; 
 Then the cold gem awakes to rainbow splendor, 
 
 Where, couched in moss, beside the fount it lies. 
 
 Oh what a burst of gldry when ye mingle 
 
 Your bloodless hands in the support of truth 
 When to your banded spell the pulses tingle 
 
 Of tottering age and fiery- visioned youth ! 
 What power and strength when ye stand up united 
 
 Beneath the master-spirits guiding sway ; 
 A thousand lamps at one lone star lighted, 
 
 Turning the night of error into day. 
 
 Ye are the messengers, all earth pervading, 
 
 Who speak of comfort and communion still 
 Planks of a mighty ship, whose precious lading 
 
 Is man s just reason and his heart s fond will 
 Launched on the stream of time, our thoughts are drifted 
 
 Far, far adown our children-peopled shore, 
 And the gay pennon of our hope is lifted. 
 
 When him it cheered through life it cheers no more. 
 
 Unmarshaled army ! earth is still a wonder 
 
 A bright God s wonder, all too little known ; 
 Star-eyes above us and the green sod under, 
 
 Oceans of beauty girdling every zone ; 
 And man himself, whose deep heart throbs forever 
 
 Wiih passionate longings, and the fierce unrest 
 Of hopes that struggle in a vain endeavor 
 
 To hear themselves by other lips confess d. 
 
 Ye are the mightier tongues we have invented 
 
 To bear our utterance ever and allwhere ; 
 Our hearts into a thousand hearts transplanted, 
 
 A multiplied existence ye confer. 
 Falsehood, with bloodshot eyes, awoke from slumber, 
 
 And glared in baleful terror on your birth ; 
 Meek-fronted Truth enrolled you in her number, 
 
 And cried, " I am not without swords on earth!" 
 
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 Ye are true types of men. When di-united, 
 
 The world lias nothing feehl.-r <>r HHMC \ain ; 
 But when onr animating thought ha> lighted 
 
 The dim raotiMI of each la-art ami brain. 
 Tin. 1 mass roll- onward with a steady motion, 
 
 Warned ly your beacon from the ro, k of Death. 
 The breath of Knowledge -weep- the -tagnant oce:n, 
 
 And men ri-e up like billow- at it- breath. 
 
 Ve are the swords of Truth the only weapon 
 
 That Truth should wield in thi- protracted war ; 
 Ye are the rock- nl Knowledge that we >tep on. 
 
 In thought s bright linnainent. from Mar to Mar! 
 I :in angel winged in every letter. 
 
 K\en as man s -oiil i- hid within hi- elav : 
 1 see a prisoner with hi.- broken fetter 
 
 Emerging out of darkne.-> into day. 
 
 ikahle \e are ! \Ve ha\e created 
 
 A new i \i-tenee than our own more linn ; 
 Our life and hopes into your life translated. 
 
 Enjoy a being that shall know no term. 
 The plowman s frolic song still kindles ^ladne-- 
 
 AVithin the heart, though cure ha- gna\\n it.- core. 
 And bright e\e- \\,-,-p at lii- recorded -ailne-- 
 
 \Vho -leep- \\here pride ai. d envy sting no more. 
 
 l .\en a- the marble block contains all beaiitv 
 
 l- .n-hrined in darkne-- and the outward lin-k. 
 \\ hich the warm -cnlptor, with l<ive-prompted duty. 
 
 Hiall make to shine, through darkne.-s and through dii-k. 
 Into the day of loveline--. \e trea-nre 
 
 All form- of thought and song in your mute -ph. 
 O.ir pen the chi-el. and our rh\ me the mea-iire 
 
 15y which we make the inborn god appear. 
 
 Would that my h-art \\ere wi.lerMoiigued and deeper. 
 
 Nor ino\ed in\ol\ed in care- of meaner place. 
 Then \\ould I mow du\\n. like a Murdy reaper. 
 
 The crop of thought that ri-e- from the " . MB, 
 Mower- of bright -oug-. and fruit of mellow iea-oii. 
 
 And many a peeping bud.of infant Truth. 
 .M . -old -liould garner in it- -ummer -ea-c.n. 
 
 And Meep in d<-u- of a perpetual youth. 
 
 Hut ah! mute type-, are \e not all tot, often 
 
 Constrained (.. serve at -..me un-olaccd toil- 
 To harden heart- that ye would love to -often. 
 And help to .-\\.-ll u here \e \\oidd -till the bn.il? 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 105 
 
 Even so with me ! My dreams of song are hurried 
 Like moon-ray flashes through the drifting storm, 
 
 And all that God made noble in me buried 
 In wants I share in common with the worm. 
 
 OUR CZAR AND THE SULTAN. 
 
 A LYRIC OF " CIVILIZATION." 
 
 \Vhy should we love the heathen Turk, 
 
 And hate the Christian czar, 
 While Russia is in wealth and work 
 
 "More civilized by far? 
 Her banner bears the Holy Cross 
 
 Wherewith our creed is signed, 
 W T hile Turkey s pachas only toss 
 
 Their horse-tails to the wind. 
 
 Why hate the czar, and pray for him 
 
 Whose grim seraglio wall s 
 Hold beauties that are growing dim, 
 
 His concubines and thralls ? 
 Why hate the czar, and wish success 
 
 To one who dares to libel 
 Our telegraph and printing-press, 
 
 Our cotton goods and Bible ? 
 
 The czar is " civilized, " of course 
 
 He writes it on his banner 
 A Christian praying till he s hoarse 
 
 In the devoutest manner ; 
 One wife alone he has to kiss, 
 
 As in church members seemly, 
 And in his walk of life he is 
 
 " Respectable extremely." 
 
 The sultan hath a stud of wives, 
 
 And sultans have, they tell us, 
 An awkward trick of taking lives 
 
 From all obnoxious fellows. 
 Their headlong passions will not brook 
 
 To mingle farce with fury, 
 And wring from death the killing joke 
 
 Of "murder done by jury." 
 
 The "march of intellect" is quite 
 A march beyond their drilling; 
 
 They never made a "proselyte" 
 By one judicious shilling; 
 
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 Deficient much in legal skill 
 And " or-aiii/ed -tarvati"!i." 
 
 They never mixed a patent pill 
 For Turki.-h M melioration. 
 
 In fact, we -ay, with deep r< 
 
 But truth must he our -ure hoj e. 
 Tin- -ultan i- -ome age- \<-t 
 
 Behind the kings of Europe ; 
 Hi- has not got the royal blond 
 
 Which fe-ter- M> divinely 
 In men not made of common mud, 
 
 But porcelain, painted finely. 
 
 He has not got the Kalian knout 
 Wherewith the nuns were lieaten. 
 
 Nor Austria s axe grown fat. no doubt, 
 On all the tle-li it ha- eaten; 
 
 No guilt-extracting guillotine. 
 . A- France ha- got to cure her- ; 
 
 But. \\or-t of all. and de:;dlie-t -ill, 
 He ha- no " Briti-h jurors." 
 
 He think- king- -hoiild. again-t nil ta-te, 
 
 Have nothing underhand meant. 
 Whereas nil know the crown is placed 
 
 Above the tenth commandment : 
 For \ve heliexe that monarch- are 
 
 Ivxempt from keeping pnnni-e, 
 F-p-ci;dl\ the i|iieen and c/ar 
 
 ( ii.d keep their arinie- from us. 
 
 Then why. we ask what my-terie- lurk 
 
 That v\e are -o excited. 
 While hurglar Ni-k and goodman Turk 
 
 Are getting matters ri-hted ? 
 A friend SOggeStfl -oine tuaddling cant 
 
 ( )f " ju-tice and humanity !" 
 Such trifh-s ought not. and they -ha n t. 
 
 Impede our ( hri-tianity. 
 
 We mean to MWt the Tnrki-h >oul- 
 
 B\ cleaving -kull- :i-nnder. 
 l)e.-troy them a- \ve did the 1 ole-. 
 
 And profit l.y the j^hmder : 
 \\ e mean to ^ i\e them (io-pel light 
 
 I , piercing light- and livi-r-. 
 \\"lieii dead and at the judgment 
 
 They ll tlien lie " true lieli-- 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 107 
 
 But if, with merely human hearts, 
 
 We ask, " How goes the war?" 
 One hoarse-tongued execration starts 
 
 Against the butcher czar ; 
 There reeks a cloud from Poland s sod 
 
 That takes a giant form, 
 A mangled though immortal god, 
 
 Much wasted, but yet warm. 
 
 And from the plains of Hungary 
 
 Another cloud ascends 
 Heaven ! what a fury-frenzied eye 
 
 U.pon the North it bends ! 
 A woman form a Juno shape 
 
 Queen mother of the gods 
 A woman ! but her shoulders drip, 
 
 Plowed red with Russian rods. 
 
 Lo ! watch them watch them evermore 
 
 Until the rite be done ; 
 High up in air their lips converge 
 
 That kiss hath made them one. 
 From that embrace they quickly turn, 
 
 Their cloud-hands pointing north, 
 And in their eyes the lightnings burn 
 
 Which soon shall thunder forth. 
 
 God speed the union, sealed in blood, 
 
 Of Freedom and Despair ! 
 God speed the cause of human right 
 
 Whenever and where er ! 
 God speed the Turk ! God speed the Pole ! 
 
 God speed who er will fight 
 With sword and word, heart, brain, and hand, 
 
 For man s eternal right. 
 
 ROMANCE AND ECHO. 
 
 It rains it rains the slimy street 
 Is silent, though a hundred feet 
 In eager hurry homeward beat 
 
 (Coz why ? they all wear rubbers.) 
 We hurry homeward, there to meet 
 The tender ones, who long to greet 
 Papa and husband oh ! tis sweet ! 
 
 (Wife scolds, and baby blubbers.) 
 
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 The -kies liave nil their cloud- ama--ed. 
 Hut sun.-hine wait- u-. ami \\ill la-t 
 When \\e into our home- have pa > d. 
 
 1 wouldn t like to ri-k it !) 
 No rain-tear> tliere. no cutting Ma<t 
 Of angry words; the hour- a- fa-t 
 As moments fly; we find at last 
 (Weak tea and leathern liiseuit. 
 
 What ton-lie de-cril.e. what pen portray 
 The trail-ports which, at elo-e of day, 
 The working head and hand repay? 
 
 (Due I. ill-, smir look-, and twaddfe!) 
 ( ) Seraphina . -ooii I pray. 
 \\ ith tliee to Me-- my onward way. 
 Our home, though humhle. -hall lie gay 
 
 (There was a man called "Caudle!") 
 
 I do not smoke, was never "tight." 
 
 Ami. while your heautie- charm my sight, 
 
 I ll find the marriage harden light 
 
 (As soldiers find their knapsacks!) 
 And home returning night In night. 
 Your eyes, the hearth, and all things hi i-ht, 
 Oh. will you not my toil- requite? 
 
 (With pickled pork and flapjacks!) 
 
 Till: \\VA.L -I)III->>KI) MAN. 
 
 My |>oor old coat, my holy coat, 
 
 IJut not lik- that of T ; 
 \\ ith pain ineflaMe I iioti- 
 
 Your fra\ed and \\a-ted -leevcs. 
 Time \\a-. my eoat. that I in you 
 
 Kiirht daintily licgan 
 To take of life a jovial \ie\v 
 
 I \\a- a \\ell tin ed man. 
 
 My laundress called, her pay retimed. 
 
 I paid mv morning call ; 
 Attired in tliee. till fairly tired. 
 
 I ilancetl at rout and hall ; 
 The ladies -miled. and. a- I pa--ed. 
 
 The plea-iii- \\hisper ran. 
 That - \Ii-tei- Mil.-, he - rather f,i-t. 
 
 Hut -uch a \\cll-drev-eil man !" 
 
Charles Graham If alp i? 
 
 109 
 
 My tailor s bill was much behind, 
 
 And I for board was bored, 
 But still the landlady was kind, 
 
 And still mem Schneider scored ; 
 " He feared to press, but could I pay ?" 
 
 Twas thus the rogue began ; 
 She "really could not turn away 
 
 So sweetly dressed a man." 
 
 I drove abroad and drank my wine, 
 
 Match-making mothers sought me. 
 And many a maiden fair and fine 
 
 Flushed red to think she d caught me. 
 With tongue and pen I played my part, 
 
 To dazzle was my plan ; " 
 None e er could deem an aching heart 
 
 In such a well-dressed man. 
 
 But ah ! it is the utmost pound 
 
 That kills the patient camel, 
 And to my terror soon I found 
 
 My debts I could not trammel. 
 My tailor s " tick" grew short, and quick 
 
 A hundred duns began ; 
 One suit of clothes had saved all suits 
 
 Against the well-dressed man. 
 
 I m beggared now, but you ll allow 
 
 It was a sad temptation 
 Obscure to live, while clothes can give 
 
 Kespect and social station. 
 It could not last, my folly s past. 
 
 I ve learned a wiser plan 
 By hand and brain I ll be again 
 
 A (paid for) well-dressed man. 
 
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 Headquarters Department of the South. ) 
 Hilton Head, S.C., March 25, 1863. t 
 
 With her charming looks 
 
 And all her graces, 
 Miss Mary Brooks, 
 
 Whose lovely face is 
 
 The sweetest thing we have seen down here 
 On these desolate islands for more than a year, 
 
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 Is herel.y appointed an extra :iiil 
 
 On the staff (if tlu- general commanding, 
 With a captain of c;n alr\ > -trap juitl grade, 
 And with this most definite understanding 
 That < uptain Mai \. 
 ( Jav and airv. 
 At nine each day, until further order-. 
 
 To ( olonel Halpine -hall report 
 For special duty at the-e headquarters ; 
 And ( aptaiu Marv 
 (Bl. tin- fairy !)" 
 
 Shall liulii hi-i-M-lf. opoo D occasions, 
 I n panMl to ride 
 At the adjutant s side. 
 
 And give him of flirting his regular rati>n< ; 
 And ^lu slia n t \ain 
 With the younglings lo ( .-c 
 Of the junior stall . Vii.-h :i> Hay and Skinner, 
 Hut, gallojiing around, she .-hall sing 
 Like an everla-ting lark on tlie wing; 
 And she -ha n t keep the adjutant late for dinner. 
 
 The ehii-f iiiartenna-ter of department 
 
 Will give Captain .Mary a riding garment 
 
 A long, rich >kirt of a comely hue 
 
 Shot silk, with just a sii-picion of l>lue 
 
 A gipsy hat. with an o-trich feather. 
 
 A \eil to protect her ngain-t the \\eather. 
 
 And delicate gauntlet- of pale luitl leather; 
 
 II -.id. lie \\ itll -ilver -hall all lie -t lidded. 
 
 And her poiiv a sorrel it shall lie hlooded ; 
 
 It- -hoe- shall lie -ilver. its liridle all ringing 
 
 \\ ith hell- that -hall hai iiioni/.e \sellv\ith her -iilging; 
 
 And tlm- ( aptain Maiy. 
 
 ( i.i\ . fe-ti\e. and airy. 
 
 I- .ach morning -hall ri<le 
 
 At the adjutant s -ide. 
 
 And h..ld her-clf ready, on all lit OCCftfliOQB, 
 To give him of flirting his full army ration-. 
 
 \\\ command of 
 
 MA.HH; GENERAL !>. HUNTER 
 
 \.\>. W. SMI ni. Assist. .\djt. (ieneral. 
 
 Otlicial copy: 
 ( ii \-. ( ,. II \i IIM . l.ieat. ( - ol. and A--i-t. Adjt. General Tenth 
 
 . ( orj.- and D.-pt. of the South. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. Ill 
 
 ROOSE VELTI AN A. l 7 
 
 OUB BOY BOB. 
 
 He angles in all sorts of ways 
 
 For fish and lobby operators, 
 Now hooking speckled trout he strays, 
 
 Now spearing railroad corporators ; 
 At times with worms he baits his hook, 
 
 Or trolls along with whirling gudgeons, 
 Then gives the wondering world- a look 
 
 At Brennan, Blunt, and such curmudgeons. 
 
 His rod hath slain full many a carp, 
 
 His line hath played full many a salmon, 
 And, though our aldermen are sharp, 
 
 They can t bluff him with any gammon. 
 HJS art the scaly prey commands, 
 
 His landing-net they enter gayly, 
 And then, backed up by Mr. Sands, 
 
 He hunts for politicians scaly. 
 
 His specs are bright, his eyes are blue, 
 
 He knows all kinds of flies and hackles, 
 He knows the Hackley contract too, 
 
 And each new scheme of plunder tackles ; 
 To Boole a blight, and bitterer yet 
 
 The Tammany folk would like to flay him ; 
 All s fish that comes within his net, 
 
 And when they re hooked he likes to play em. 
 
 His barb hath stuck in Southern "drums," 
 
 He knows the pulling force of turbot, 
 And each new civic fraud that comes, 
 
 It gives him pleasure to disturb it ; 
 The ravenous pikes he doth pursue, 
 
 Taking, when baked, on plates their measure : 
 And the still more rapacious crew 
 
 Of councilmen have felt his pressure. 
 
 He makes the deadly fox-fly swing 
 
 On silken line in circles o er UP, 
 Or sings as only he can sing 
 
 Leading the new reforming chorus ! 
 The triple brass of Blunt gives way 
 
 Before his pen s two-hundred-pounder ; 
 Then, rocking in some quiet bay, 
 
 He picks up cod, bass, bream, and flounder. 
 
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 The portly :uid \vliiu- dickered throng 
 
 Oppo-cd in Ilrennan and -iirh cattle, 
 For .nice. we -;i\ h;i\c nut ^niic \M-M n^ 
 
 In chooHii^ liiin to fi^ht their 1-attle : 
 All -caly li-h with hailed hrihe- 
 
 He uft hath struck \\ith harhed inci>ions, 
 And of all scaly. >limy trihe-. 
 
 The -limie>t are the i 
 
 KIMK OF YE SEEDIE 1 KINTKKHK MAN. 
 
 It is a seedie printeere man, 
 
 And he -tnpj.rth one of three 
 11 By thy un>ln.ni heard and i eveivd e\e. 
 Now wherefore stopp st thou me ? 
 
 "For .TullienV l>and doth play tu-ni^ht, 
 
 Ami I niu>t hence away : 
 The fiddles tliey are deftly tuned 
 
 Upst hear Herr Koenig phj ?" 
 
 lie holds him with his ^rimy hand 
 
 " More copy" he doth cry ; 
 " Hold off! thou gr r/.7.\y printeere man." 
 
 The victim make- reply. 
 
 He holds him with his fevered eye 
 
 "More copy! it must come ; 
 My printeere- they are standing still" 
 
 The editeere is dninh. 
 
 The editeerr he >:it him down. 
 
 His tears they quickly ran. 
 While thus -pake in the seedie one, 
 
 The red-e\ed printeere man : 
 
 "The papecres mi: ! 1<> inori ow out. 
 
 To morrow he on hand. 
 And \ou arc <>ur chief editeere 
 copy we 
 
 "Tin- Tini -- (iiines out nt early dawn. 
 
 The Trihune follows lOOO, 
 Tin- Kxriiinj: I o-t. and the 
 
 They \\ill he out hy noon." 
 The editeere let fall a tear 
 
 A- lie heard the loud bnsSOOIl. 
 
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 Lo ! Jullien to the da is mounts 
 
 A bearded wight is he ; 
 With bugle-blow before him go 
 
 The merrie minstrelsy. 
 
 But still the steadfast printeere man 
 
 " More copy cries aloud, 
 And ye broken-hearted editeere 
 
 Withdraws him from the crowd. 
 
 God save thee, wretched editeere ! 
 What devils plague thee thus ?" 
 
 I le ground an answer through his teeth- 
 It sounded like a cuss. 
 
 All night that wretched editeere 
 
 Before his desk did sit ; 
 In vain for him had Mr. Brough 
 
 A free admission writ. 
 
 "More copy" still the " devils" cry 
 He can not choose but make it ; 
 
 And when his weary task is done, 
 He bids the " devil" take it. 
 
 Next morning, when the sheet appeared. 
 
 The public laughed amain ; 
 They little thought the little jokes 
 
 Had cost such mickle pain. 
 
 He wrote like one that had been dunned 
 
 For copy, all forlorn ; 
 A less harmonious Democrat 
 
 He rose the morrow morn. 
 
 THE RHYMER S RITUAL. 
 
 Of nil the kinds of snobbish rhyme 
 That fail to please or tickle iis, 
 The worst and most ridiculous 
 Is when young bards be-tickle us 
 
 Whith " tears" they shed " in early time." 
 
 The poet s task, when understood. 
 Is not with pnin to fetter us, 
 And dolefully be-letter us ; 
 It is to touch and better us 
 With glintings of a gentler mood. 
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 \Vh:it cares a -team-electric age 
 For narrative- I .yroiiical : 
 It rather love- to chronicle 
 >ome witty tiring laconi. al. 
 
 Flung lightly down upon the pngc. 
 
 We all have grief- enough to spaie 
 \\ ithont a man inditing em. 
 And metrically writing em : 
 The wi-er plan is slighting em 
 
 A hearty laugh can conquer care. 
 
 A grain of I uru- i- worth a mint 
 Of Pyrou > doloro-ity : 
 Tom Hood s immeiiM joco-ity 
 Heat- Milt. mV pondero-ity 
 
 Tnie wit has alway- wi-dont in t. 
 
 In youth each inexperienced fool. 
 Adom the hypcrholical, 
 The Sue- 1 Mima- Sand-( iaulical 
 Great i"ii> melancholical 
 
 The writings of the " thrilling school. 
 
 1 i- -(range that while of real grief 
 
 \Ye all lia\e Midi imnu-ii-itie-. 
 Men still should have propen-itir- 
 I- u- reading wild inti-n-ities 
 Of agonic- heyond In-lief. 
 
 For me. I \\ill not read the stutl 
 Of (u-rmaii tales- ton dee]) a hit 
 That will not let me sleep a Kit : 
 If e er we want \ weep a hit. 
 
 < Mir live- are tragical enough. 
 
 I d rather think the line- I penned 
 Made one hour pa-- ni<>iv rheerilv. 
 More lightly and Ic-- \\carily. 
 Than kimw that reader- drearily 
 
 Went lilulihering on fnm nid to en i 
 
 Ml \ NIK, MY DOI-1. \\ II I. 
 
 She i- fair a- a ].e.K h. 
 
 She i- light as a feather. 
 And more tuneful her -; 
 
 Thau all -ong t.ird- together: 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 115 
 
 Her face is delicious, 
 
 Bright, modest, and clear, 
 
 And she fills all the wishes 
 Of eye, heart, and ear. 
 
 O er her brow, in the wind, 
 
 Little curls toss and clamber, 
 While the thick hair behind 
 
 Is of chestnut with amber ; 
 Her dark eyes are seen 
 
 Ever kindling or dimming, 
 As a falcon s now keen, 
 
 Now in tenderness swimming. 
 
 Then her lips ah ! mon Dieu ! 
 
 Curving, crimson, and scented, 
 As if made with a view 
 
 But to drive us demented. 
 Little chin, rosy cheek, 
 
 Each hath got its own dimple, 
 And her whole features speak 
 
 A soul arch and yet simple. 
 
 How slender her throat, 
 
 And how white beyond telling ! 
 While her bust you may note 
 
 Into womanhood swelling 
 Like a bud, newly graced 
 
 As the sun-rays unfold it ; 
 While so small is her waist, 
 
 In spanned hands you may hold it. 
 
 In her little doll s boot 
 
 At least such is my notion 
 Her superb Arab foot 
 
 Seems a poem of motion ; 
 Like a deer in her pace, 
 
 And in beauty abounding, 
 Every motion a grace, 
 
 As if music were sounding. 
 
 My little doll-wife, 
 
 Had we two come together 
 When the year of my life 
 
 Was in early spring weather, 
 Not a doll-wife wert thou, 
 
 But a wife warm and glowing, 
 To whose young heart, even now, 
 
 My soul s currents are flowing. 
 
110 / //< Poetical 
 
 To :i littl-- doll- cot. 
 
 Set in tii> \\er-. I would -lie you 
 E\en the Minlight >hould not 
 
 Too unguardedly woo you ; 
 
 There. \\ith ribboM udtoji, 
 
 KO-C-. jewel-, and ilalii -. 
 I would a-k tor mi joys 
 Hut to l>a-k in your glam 
 
 So. \\hen weary my litV- 
 
 Mi-art and lirain, car and vision 
 Of the lon^. paltry strife 
 
 Which \M- think i- anihitioii. 
 In my little doll > cot 
 
 And IIIT arm- I ini^ht hide me. 
 And. while l.ri-htt-nin^ her lot. 
 
 Kind the peace else denied me. 
 
 TO THK CHIEF JUSTICE: I- KOM MILES O KEILLV. 
 " Incedimus per ignes, suppoeitos cineri doloso." 
 
 (Jitaidian of liherty and right, . 
 Of law and justice in the land, 
 Hold the scales firm with even hand: 
 l- or thou nni-t either greatly stand, 
 Calm as a Fate, with purpose grand. 
 
 ( )r -ink hevond all reach of light. 
 
 I)o\\ii to the deep foundation-stones 
 ( \\\ which our country s pillars re-t. 
 Propping the roof once brightly 
 By stars beneath which many a 
 
 ( anie in to -hare the liamjuet !! 
 Of liherty our temple groan-. 
 
 (.roins in tin- earthi|uake s helple-- loM 
 
 (The war was nothing, and i- past); 
 
 Hut the temple groan- with tremor.- \a-t. 
 
 Seeing the -acred thing-. ama--ed 
 
 By our great father-, rudely ca-t 
 1 )o\\n to the du-t as worthless dross. 
 
 Tis thine to hid the storm IKJ o er 
 A ii-ht almo-t too great for speech 
 Tis thine the -.icn-il \c-vl- each 
 To lift again ; ti- thine to H-adi 
 -on* of love that \et may reach 
 
 And knit :ill -ectioii- :t> ( ,t . 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 117 
 
 High towering o er the vulgar train, 
 By rage and greed of gain debased, 
 Thy lines in loftier planes are placed : 
 And with thy heart to justice braced, 
 Faction may all her thunders waste 
 
 Against thy calm decrees in vain. 
 
 It is no common thing to sit, 
 
 Clothed as thou art with power so great, 
 Balancing points of subtlest weight 
 Between the ruler of a state 
 And a cabal s unscrupling hate : 
 
 Thy place in history here is writ. 
 
 I know thee well : thy life s proud lot, 
 A struggle vehement and long, 
 With soundest heart and judgment strong. 
 Against whate er to thee seemed wrong : 
 Now raised by virtue o er the throng, 
 
 Thy record must receive no blot. 
 
 Hold the scales even ; firmly stand 
 
 In thy great office, guarding law ; 
 
 Hound thee thy sacred ermine draw ; 
 
 Pluck Justice from Hate s ravening maw ; 
 
 And, grandest sight the world e er saw, 
 Let one man s firm soul save the land. 
 
 TO FENTON. 19 
 
 AN EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER FOR OUK ENDANGEHED TAX LEVY. 
 
 That bill, O Fenton ! spare ; 
 
 Let not thy veto fly ; 
 The child of many a prayer 
 
 Say, would st thou have it die i 
 Brittle and bright as glass, 
 
 It is both "rich and rare ;" 
 But, Fenton, let it pass 
 
 Thy veto pray forbear. 
 
 For months, Avhen short of cash. 
 
 We ve dreamed about this bill, 
 Hoping perhaps twas rash 
 
 That it our fobs would fill. 
 When tailors pressed us hard, 
 
 Or we for board were bored, 
 We did all fears discard 
 
 This bill would swell our hoard. 
 
118 77.. Poetical ll < ,-fa of 
 
 Hut now, in gha-tly I " 
 
 We hear dark rumors fly 
 Forghe tliis fo.>li-h tear, 
 
 Hut let that bill go I iy. 
 Ten thousand humble men 
 
 Depend on it for bread, 
 And should it fail oh ! then 
 
 Their woes be on thy la-ad. 
 
 The nabobs of the League. 
 
 Their purse- deu.-e with gold, 
 Weave round thee an intrigue 
 
 That levy to withhold; 
 Hut think, ere flies the dart 
 
 Making that hill a corse, 
 Ib>\\ -In-ill through many a heart 
 
 The liurb \\< v\ay will force. 
 
 Grant that there are .-mie " sti-aN" 
 
 Some "hig >teaN," if you will 
 Which Greeley s jieu reveals 
 
 In thi- unhappy bill ; 
 Yet think of all the poor, 
 
 I lipaid-for. hoiu-t toil. 
 And what they must endnpe, 
 
 If you this bill shall foil. 
 
 Let thy a--ent be given 
 
 sL r n. sign thy jioteiit name. 
 And to the gate- of heaven 
 
 Our tongiie- -hall waft thy fame. 
 Sign that financial bill, 
 No -ingle item touch. 
 And, by thy hounfeoii< will, 
 
 Save ii- from Famim- - clutch. 
 
 /Set. stamp,) (iiven thi- 1-t day .f May. 1>^. from our rqyi 
 \ canceled, ( , m the chain- in the Ci tv Hall 1 aik. 
 
 
 
 Special I lead.-r and Spokc.-man for the great I npaid 
 of our ( it\ (io\eriiment. 
 
 WEBSTER. 
 
 : and the \\orld may never hear again 
 The grand ohl mu-ic Oftfaj ^ondroii- -pe<-<-| : 
 Striking far deeper than the mind can reach 
 Into the hearts and purpo-e- of men. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 119 
 
 Gone ! and the helm that in thy Roman hand 
 Drove the stout vessel through the blinding storm, 
 
 Scarce to a feebler guidance will conform 
 
 When waves beat high, and ropes break strand by strand. 
 
 Gone ! we are like old men whose infant eyes 
 
 Familiar grew with some vast pyramid ; 
 Even as we gaze, earth yawns, and it is hid 
 
 A long, wide desert mocks the empty skies. 
 
 NOT A STAR FROM THE FLAG SHALL FADE. 
 
 Air : "Oh! a rare old plant is the ivy green." 
 
 Och ! a rare ould flag was the flag we bore, 
 
 Twas a bully ould flag, an nice ; 
 It had sthripes in plenty, an shtars galore 
 
 Twas the broth of a purty device. 
 Faix, we carried it South, an we carried it far, 
 
 An around it our bivouacs made ; 
 An we swore by the shamrock that never a shtar 
 
 From its azure field should fade. 
 
 Ay, this was the oath, I tell you thrue, 
 
 That was sworn in the sowls of our Boys in Blue. 
 
 The fight it grows thick, an our boys they fall, 
 
 An the shells like a banshee scream ; 
 An the flag it is torn by many a ball, 
 
 But to yield it we never dhream. 
 Though pierced by bullets, yet still it bears 
 
 All the shtars in its tatthered field, 
 An again the brigade, like to one man swears-, 
 
 " Not a shtar from the flag we yield!" 
 
 Twas the deep, hot oath, 1 tell you thrue, 
 That lay close to the hearts of our Boys in Blue. 
 
 Shure, the fight it was won, afther many a year, 
 
 But two thirds of the boys who bore 
 That flag from their wives and sweethearts dear 
 
 Returned to their homes no more. 
 They died by the bullet disease had power, 
 
 An to death they were rudely tossed ; 
 But the thought came warm in their dying hour, 
 
 " Not a shtar from the flag is lost !" 
 
 Then they said their pathers and aves through, 
 An , like Irishmen, died did our Boys in Blue. 
 
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 But now they tell as some shun are gone. 
 
 Tom oat by the rebel gale ; 
 That the shuirs we fought for, the states we won. 
 
 -till oat of the Union s pale, 
 their sowls in the diouTs hot kitchen rio-.v 
 Who sing such a lyin shtrain ; 
 15y the dead in their graves, it shall not be so 
 They shall hare what they died to gain . 
 
 All the shtan in oar* flag shall still shine through 
 Tbe grass growing soft o er oar Dead in Blue: 
 
 KKMIMNK ARITHMETIC. 
 
 RA. 
 
 On me be shall ne er put a ring. 
 
 - in vain to take trouble. 
 For I was bat eighteen in spring. 
 While his age exactly is double. 
 
 He i> but in his thirty-sixth ,^. 
 
 TalL handsome, good-natured, rich, witty. 
 And should TOO refuse him. my dear. 
 
 Mj TOO die an old maid without pity. 
 
 His figure. I grant you. will pass, 
 And at present he s young enough plentr 
 
 But, when I am sixty, alas ! 
 
 Will not he be a hundred and twent f 
 
 I.A >nr.r. A; r.i;i> DL 
 
 The dowers have breathed their sweetest perfumes here. 
 
 :ight approaches us with noiseless feet ; 
 The lake is sparkling, and the air is cJear- 
 The peace of evening shadows our retreat. 
 
 <>h. dearest bpme-oh, happy, happy lot- 
 Sweet home, in our hearts thou shalt never be forgot. 
 Come, my companions, let us dance and sing 
 A lovely evening crowns the glorious dar 
 Come, let us make the mountain echoes ring 
 With songs of joy and many a tender lav. 
 
 iearest home-oh, happy. happ> lot 
 - eet home, in our hearts thou shalt never be forgot. 
 
Charles Gralmm Halpine. 121 
 
 By the moon shimmering through the silent woods, 
 
 I know my love will not be absent long ; 
 Hark ! from across the bright lake s silent floods 
 I hear his voice re-echo back my song. 
 
 Oh, dearest home oh, happy, happy lot 
 
 Sweet home, in our hearts thou shall never be forgot. 
 
 ADIEU TO THE PRINCESS PICCOLOMINI. 
 
 ON AN ACTION AGAINST TUB PRINCESS PICCOLOMINI FOE HER BOA ED 151 LL. 
 
 The wonderful Princess Piccolomini 
 Ought to have paid for her hog and hominy ; 
 Ought to have paid for her beer and brandy, 
 Mutton, and beef, and molasses candy ; 
 Either herself should have paid for her victuals 
 (This shirking your board bill much belittles), 
 Or the dandy snobs who her favor prayed for 
 These should have seen that her grub was paid for. 
 
 Yes, the enchanting Piccolomini 
 
 Should have shelled out for her hog and hominy, 
 
 And never compelled Mr. Hawley Clapp 
 
 To pull and haul up the fishy chap, 
 
 Who was seized on a writ "ad satis cap," 
 
 Though tis certain that he never owed a rap 
 
 Nary a red for the hog and hominy 
 
 Munched and crunched by the Piccolomini ; 
 
 Nary a cent for the beer and brandy, 
 
 Oysters, and eggs, and molasses candy, 
 
 Puddings, and pies, and lobster salads, * 
 
 Gorged by our fat little queen of ballads ! 
 
 Large in her feet was the Piccolomini, 
 
 Fat were her feet, and her hog and hominy ; 
 
 Waddling around with a lazy looseness, 
 
 Lavishing smiles with a rank profuseness, 
 
 Doing snobs out of gigs and ponies, 
 
 Quizzing them next to her bosom cronies 
 
 A very dear lady was Piccolomini, 
 
 And dear to Clapp was her hog and hominy ; 
 
 Dear to the public her dubious singing, 
 
 And dear were the bouquets her friends kept flinging. 
 
 She looked like a dropsical female Jew sick, 
 
 And scaly, indeed, was her scale of music. 
 
 One victim still wanders around the Acadeim . 
 
 Sighing, "Alas ! all the gifts she had of me." 
 
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 IN PLKASANT H< H KS. - 
 
 In pleasant hours, the merriest toy 
 
 That e er made time roll lightly 
 .V living, animated joy. 
 
 That flitted round us brightly : 
 We thought not courage lay beneath 
 
 Those lips of pouting coral 
 We little guessed that beauty s wreath 
 
 But hid the heroine s laurel. 
 
 n the hour of peril tried, 
 The gentle heart grew fearless; 
 Her eyes still beamed with hope and pride 
 
 When all looked dark and cheerless. 
 Th?n loudly let her praises ring, 
 And may her name be legion, 
 
 ared on love s unfaltering wing 
 Through sorrow s darkest region. 
 
 PAKEI A KnSA. 
 
 AS fT$G BT JTTttK JOHW B. URAPY WITH IXMEXSE EFFECT ! 
 
 J t r : " The Grove* of Blarnty," 
 
 < >ch ! of song a fountain. 
 An of charms a mountain, 
 
 There s no pri ma-donna 
 
 Can wid her compare ; 
 -he is the sweetest, 
 An the most compli 
 From her golden girdle 
 
 To her nut-brown hair. 
 She s the gorgeous sposa 
 
 < )f the Signor Rosa, 
 
 -he does outvalue him 
 hundred pounds. 
 her smile is gracious, 
 An her bust is spacious, 
 
 Like a milk-white resonoir 
 
 f An , throth! that s what it i>. the darlint an may God bless her 
 an it for the >ame: An mav he look down ujnin her. an 1 
 to her!] 
 
 Of all silvery sounds. 
 
Charlt* Graha n i. 
 
 Hear her voice a minute I 
 Like a lark or linnet. 
 How the warble bubbles np 
 From her party throat ; 
 An" now hear it fallin". 
 Like an echo caflin ? . 
 
 Flickerin" gently downward 
 
 From some hills remote. 
 Then again it rises, 
 An wid joy surprises, 
 For her love an" rapture 
 Find in song relief; 
 An it now sinks lowly 
 Into prayer most holy, 
 
 Or now swells in rondeaux 
 
 "Though I :< .n t meself rightly know, upon me conscience ! what sort 
 of a thing a " rondeau" is. whin it s at home] 
 Of melodious grief! 
 
 When I think o" dyin , 
 An" me spent flyin 
 To that high "Olympus 
 
 Where good gossoons go 
 Where, their harps a-holdin". 
 An" wid cymbals golden. 
 All the proud immortals 
 
 Into music flow 
 
 Och ! the future taskin". 
 It is then I m askin". 
 
 " Shall we hear Parepa 
 
 In that sfainin* throng?" 
 For if her sweet smgin" 
 Through aH heaven s not ringin". 
 
 Earth can whip the Nine Muses 
 
 [Ay. t aix . an a dozen or two of them link cherubims and seraphim- 
 who " continually do cry. " as poor Father Mokahy God rest him : 
 tould me long ago at ^unday-schooT] 
 
 In the line o* nraj, 
 
 . PhilharHionk Night, Academy of Mnsse. 
 
 THE BROKEN HEART. 
 neon THK 
 
 -: kr- . -7 - L 
 silently a 
 
// Poetical II 
 
 And n er her large dark Bja there giev.- 
 A film of leaden-colored line ; 
 HIT -tep wa- languid, -low. and \\eak. 
 A hectic fe\er llu-hed her cheek. 
 Seldom and little did she speak. 
 
 And he tt> whom her faith wa- \o\\ed, 
 Her husband by tin- world allowed . 
 A kind, good-natured, easy man 
 < ) ! all Ul pre-ent conduct ran 
 To see if he had given her aught 
 To cati-e this apathy nf thi.iight. 
 This tearful silence. ><>ITOW fraught. 
 
 At length she -pake one de\\ v morn : 
 " Adolphe. you wonder why forlorn 
 I ]K-n-i\c -it tVoiu ilav to dav. 
 And pine in >.,,litude aua\ : 
 De^ir hu-l.and. I will tdl tlu>i all : 
 My neighbor, Madame D Argental, 
 Has got I ha\e not- a new >hawl. 
 
 NFAV Y()KK IN A SNOW-CM A T. 
 
 In Gotham, though no more it rained, 
 Knll ankle deep the slush remained, 
 Till all our pants, with mud engrained, 
 1 lapped round our in-teps heavily. 
 
 Hut Gotham -aw another Mght 
 When the snow fell at dead of night, 
 Knrobing nnisele--ly in white 
 The squaloi- of her scenery. 
 
 For soon the wind began to bluw. 
 And drifting fell the \irgin -nou. 
 Till, white a- < in-elev | coat, the ro\\ 
 < f -treet- diverging maxily. 
 
 Hy dextrous bla< - in- arra\ed. 
 
 Wa- liarne--ed e\ery equine jade. 
 While bell- a inerrv niii-ic made. 
 And sledge- -lipped on ringingly. 
 
 i hen \\lieel- rolle.l off from evei V \>ll<. 
 Then I o-e to heaven the cr\ and "i u--. 
 While Howery bo\ - enjoyed the inii-- 
 In Hroadway raging leai fully. 
 
 
Charles Graham Halpinc. 
 
 Then shook the street with sledges riven. 
 Then rushed the eight in tandem driven, 
 While faster than the bolts of heaven 
 Flashed the snow-ball artillery. 
 
 Full many a bonnet, pink and blue, 
 Full many a nose of ditto hue, 
 Changed color as the missiles flew 
 And hit them oh ! so stingingly. 
 
 But pleasure dies when keenest felt, 
 And snow, when most enjoyed, will melt, 
 And they who ride, and they who pelt, 
 Beneath the drift lie peacefully. 
 
 THE TURQUOLS BROOCH. 
 
 They tell us of a precious stone 
 
 Which changes with the wearer, 
 And, moved by sympathy alone, 
 
 Grows lustreless or fairer ; 
 Thus, if the loved one s bosom grieve, 
 
 Its azure glory flies, 
 But if to joy that bosom heave, 
 
 Tis bright as summer skies. 
 
 So, Mary, is my soul to thee, 
 
 By thee illumed or saddened, 
 O ercast if thou look st moodily, 
 
 And bright if thou art gladdened ; 
 Thou, like the turquois to my pain, 
 
 Unlike to my unrest, 
 For, Mary, thou hast never ta en 
 
 My spirit to thy breast. 
 
 A PALPABLE PARODY. 
 
 Tis the last golden dollar, 
 
 Left shining alone ; 
 All its brilliant companions 
 
 Are squandered and gone. 
 No coin of its mintage 
 
 Reflects back its hue, 
 They went in mint-juleps, 
 
 And this will go too. 
 
.126 The Poetical Worl* 
 
 I ll not keep thee. thiui loi in-. 
 
 Too long in sn-pen-e ; 
 Thy brethren were melted. 
 
 And mi-It thou to pence. 
 I a-k t ur no (juarter. 
 
 I ll -pend and nut -pare. 
 Till my IIIM.I- empty p..<-ket 
 
 Lie centle-- and hare. 
 
 So soon may I follmv 
 
 When friend-hip- decay. 
 And Iron i beggary .- la-t dollar 
 
 The dime- drop awav. 
 When the Maine law ha- pa r,|. 
 
 And the groggerie- -ink. 
 What use ITOQM t>e dollars 
 
 With nothing to drink? 
 
 THINE EYES OF BLt 1. 
 
 KKi.M Till: I KIN. II. 
 
 Thine eyes of blue, the heaven s otvn hue, 
 
 Thy M.ft eyes thrill my fevered pulse; 
 The light that lie> nithin thine e\e- 
 Hath l.lindeil me to all thing-. dM, 
 
 Love at a -ingle word may l.|o,,m. 
 
 The ijuirk heart UfMeomiog fair and free : 
 One glance may gild the future - gin,,],,. 
 
 And now thy 1. right eye- -hine on me. 
 Thine eyes offline. 
 
 And caiHt thou a-k me whv mO cheek, 
 
 Where thou art not. grow- pale and wan . 
 
 Why -adne-- that I can not -peak 
 
 Surround^ my path when tlmu art gone y 
 Thine eyes of blue. etc. 
 
 And. farther, can-t tiiou wi-h to know 
 
 What change i-mnc- <, .) m-- uhcn \\c mci-t, 
 And why my pallid hrow will glow. 
 And why my i|iii\fring jml-e- lent? 
 
 Thii \c- of I,!,,,-, tin- hca\cn - own Im, 
 
 Thy -..ft eye- thrill my t .-\-ereil pid-c , 
 The tin- that lie- \\ ithin tliim- e\e- 
 llath Minded me to all thing- el-e. 
 
Charles Graham Jlalpine. 127 
 
 SOME WISDOM IN DOGGEREL. 
 
 We know not why nor how it is, 
 
 Yet find it every hour, 
 Twixt Fortune and her sister Mis 
 
 There s most unequal power. 
 How quickly in our noon of pride 
 
 May clouds obscure the sun ; 
 How rapidly we fling aside 
 
 The wealth so hardly won. 
 
 Tis so where er we turn our foot, 
 
 And sad it is to write it ; 
 A whole long summer plumps the fruit. 
 
 An hour of frost can blight it. 
 What are Dame Fortune s thousand smiles 
 
 Against Miss Fortune s frown ? 
 The ship has sailed a thousand miles 
 
 One shock she settles down. 
 
 Tis so in love, tis so in fame, 
 
 In all we prize on earth ; 
 The priceless jewel of a name 
 
 Untarnished from our birth, 
 One moment s folly, passion, haste 
 
 The name is ruined gone ! 
 So easy tis so quick we waste 
 
 The wealth so hardly won. 
 
 Even love the sweetest flower that stirred 
 
 In all life s gloomy vale, 
 An angry breath, a hasty word 
 
 It sickens in the gale. 
 O Life ! to Death thy hour-glass toss, 
 
 Let all its sands outrun ; 
 We can not daily bear the loss 
 
 Of joys so dearly won. 
 
 CHANT OF THE NO-KAMI. 
 
 TO BE LEARNED I5Y ALL, ADMIRERS OF THE JAPANEHK PRINOKK. 
 
 To pronounce the name of a Japanese, 
 Give a cough and hiccough, a grunt and sneeze. 
 Then finish the whole with a whistle, and, blame me ! 
 If that ain t the name of some grand No-Kami. 
 
Tin Poetical Works of 
 
 They an- rlail in petticoat- made of silk. 
 And they drink no lager, hut \\hev and milk; 
 Their money goes down to the tenth of a cent. 
 And they rarr\ tun >\\..nl> une straight, one bent. 
 Nainoo Amida they call their God, 
 And the\ cuter hi- chun he- \s ith feet unshod; 
 But their <iod of Wealth i- called Dai (iak. 
 And his altars never full wor-hiper- lack. 
 
 At Nagasaki their foreign trade 
 
 \\ ith Dutchmen and ( hinamen long was made : 
 
 < amphor. ami entire, and porcelain rare, 
 
 And trays of their much-vaunted lacquer-ware. 
 
 < "] |ier. and wax. and rice thev sell ; 
 In heavy silk tf, M ,d s they hear tlie hell ; 
 
 And \\hene\er they chance t fall into di^race. 
 Then they rip thcm-elves oj>en before your facr. 
 For this they carry the >ec<.nd sword; 
 \nd whene er they re in debt, or default, or bored. 
 jr et a toothache, or make a >lip. 
 They open their l>o\\rU. and let things rip. 
 
 So honor the Japanese night and dav. 
 With congenial blacking p.t< -tre\v their \\a\. 
 And if to admire thrm you fail, don t Maine m , 
 For thi> i ;he ^,i\x of a .lap No Kami. 
 
 Tin: BACUIANIT.S. 
 
 Say, art thou >ad ? our golden cup 
 
 With pr -ion^ balm i- laden : 
 A world of joy in e\er\ droj, 
 
 For man. and. eke. } ,,r maiden. 
 It- - cut out\ ir- ili,. rofj ti -- 
 
 That in our trc--e> i-lu-tcr 
 The li-ht that lie- within om 
 
 (iro\\- pale be-ide it- In-tre. 
 
 Our /one- un^irt. our pul-e- \\arm. 
 
 Our thoii^htx at random roamin;;. 
 Wilt thou i.-t ii-e the fragrant charm, 
 
 Wilt thou refu-e it foaming? 
 
 It out\ie- the I-M-V tir- 
 
 That in our tre--e- clu-ter : 
 The light that lie- \\ ithin 0111 
 (rou- pale br-id-- it- Ill-tie. 
 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 129 
 
 INDIFFERENCE. 20 
 
 Through days, and nights, and weary years 
 I struggle on, through hopes and fears, 
 If "hopes" are called those spectres gaunt 
 That, like bog-lanterns, flare and flaunt 
 Before the way-worn trav ler s face, 
 Yet vanish as he nears. 
 
 And for her sake, whose lightest breath 
 Could give me strength to cope with death, 
 And overcome where now I die 
 Whose face downlooketh like the sky, 
 While trembling I await her grace, 
 Yet not a word she saith. 
 
 She knows the purposes I frame, 
 And sees them fail me, aim by aim 
 She sees wild passions tear my heart, 
 While foes and snares around me start, 
 Y r et her sweet breath, that might me save, 
 But serves to fan the flame. 
 
 She sees me captured by their wiles, 
 And tortured till my soul reviles 
 The God who made me sees me when 
 The demons drag me down ; and then, 
 While in their toils I writhe and rave, 
 Looks calmly on and smiles. 
 
 ADIEU. 
 
 Oh, heed him not, if rhymer prate 
 Of parted love and endless woe ; 
 True love would scorn to babble so, 
 And grief is inarticulate, 
 
 Or with a hoarse and broken flow 
 It rushes, murmuring, to its fate 
 That ocean which, or soon or late, 
 Receives the wreck of all we know, 
 Or be it love, or be it hate. 
 Oh, heed him not. The spirit bowed 
 With grief sincere was ne er so loud. 
 
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 Hut if to say in simple praise 
 That I "ill ne er forget you, friends, 
 Though at the earth - remotest ends 
 
 I pass my long unsolaced days; 
 
 That, when the evening shade de-rend-, 
 
 And high and bright the fagot > bla/.c, 
 
 Mv faithful heart your forms shall raise. 
 While memory the curtain rends 
 
 That Time would drop o er earlier days 
 
 If tin- content you, tis sincere, 
 
 Though vouched by neither oath nor tear. 
 
 ONE DEAD M i:i. THING. 
 Mr: " The Grore* of Blarney." 
 
 It is John H. Haskin 
 
 Will hereafter bask in 
 The smiles of Johnsing. \\lio i- named An-dre\v : 
 
 For twas .John H. I la-kin 
 
 Did succeed the task in 
 Of the "Ninth Resolution" putting squarely through. 
 
 And \\hatever you a-k in 
 
 The name of Ilaskin 
 Be it place in the Customs, or what else he begs 
 
 There s no need of maskiif 
 
 That : if axed by 1 la-kin, 
 You ll be sure to get it just as sure as eggs! 
 
 MOTTO OF T11K MASS." 
 
 I ve seen enough of life, although- 
 Not yet be\ond my prime; 
 
 With men of all -orts, high and low, 
 I ve mingled in my time. 
 
 When but a boy it came to pass 
 That, thrown upon the town, 
 
 I found the motto of the mass 
 
 \\a-. Kick him \\heu he - down." 
 
 And e\ery vear -inee then hath given 
 
 Fre-h proofs Of thi- decree. 
 
 Hut, whether made in hell Of heaven. 
 The doctors disagree. 
 
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 I only know the fact is so, 
 And smile at it or frown 
 
 The art of life seems in the strife 
 To kick whoever s down. 
 
 Young Leon in his twentieth year 
 Had friends, God wot ! a heap ; 
 
 Their friendship may have been sincere- 
 It surely was not cheap ; 
 
 He came of age, spent all he had, 
 And, wandering through the town, 
 
 Neglected, hungry, well-riigh mad, 
 Was kicked when he was down. 
 
 Poor Edith, too, the loveliest girl 
 
 That ever charmed our sight, 
 Of beauty s crown the fairest pearl, 
 
 And good as she was bright 
 Alas ! she fell ; let scandal tell 
 
 The tale to all the town ; 
 Aloud proclaim a sister s shame, 
 
 And kick her when she s down. 
 
 With high and low, but chiefly so 
 
 Among the vulgar great, 
 This motto rules, and all are fools 
 
 Who dare its truth debate. 
 Oh, brothers ! Earth were paradise. 
 
 And heaven without a frown, 
 Could we uproot such social lies 
 
 As " Kick him when he s down. 1 
 
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 Time rolls away, and bears along 
 A mingled mass of right and wrong ; 
 The flowers of love, that bloomed beside 
 The margin of his summer tide ; 
 The weeds of passion, drenched and torn 
 From dripping banks, and headlong borne 
 Into that unhorizoned sea 
 Which mortals call eternity. 
 
 Noiseless and rapid as a dream 
 Forever flows the widening stream, 
 While every wave or transient hour 
 Heaves up a weed and takes a flower. 
 
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 The Me of Life, that seemed to be 
 A continent infinity, 
 Grows bleaker, nammer. iv 1>\ dav. 
 And channeled by a saltcr spray. 
 
 Like shipwrecked men. who clo-elier flock 
 
 To the hare Mimiuit of tin- rock 
 
 When the loud storm that wrecked them 
 
 Some loftier hillow from his wing-. 
 
 We climli from youth s \\a\e-rijipled -traud 
 
 With heavier lieart and feebler liand. 
 
 Up the gray rock of age, wln>M- peak 
 
 I ini > hungry billows, mounting, seek. 
 
 There, from the barren top. c-py 
 
 A girth of tear-- an ashen sky ; 
 
 Bowed heads, cold hearts, and palsied feet 
 
 To Age s pinnacle retreat, 
 
 While the dull tide that svsells below 
 
 I m -nes them with a sullen flow 
 
 The rock i> hid. the waves beat high, 
 
 And, lo! an Ocean and a sky. 
 
 FJERY ELOQUENCE." 
 
 TUB PICTURE 0V ONE WE KN<>,\. 
 
 Hi- mind throws out it- own di-course, 
 
 Not checked nor helped by rule or torn, : 
 He titter- hy instinctive for^e 
 
 An eloquence deep. t<v-e. and warm: 
 lie i- not fanciful, nor strains 
 
 Kor words or thought- Iteyond his reach - 
 A iniilien fury of the \ein- 
 
 Clo\\s through his leu- of cry-tal 
 
 He gra-p- and cm-he- into mould 
 
 NN hate er can -er\e Li- headlong need. 
 
 The \\eapoii may I.e lua-- or gold. 
 But it mu-t make the \ictim lileed. 
 
 Imagination - pouei- of flight 
 Are harne--ed to hi- glowing \\heel 
 
 Sunward or helluard. urong or right, 
 * lie \\ill not think he can l>in 
 
 He live- in pain, in tierce de-ire. 
 
 Or \ain regret for peri-hed j..\ : 
 Hi- a-piratioii- have the fire 
 
 Which tortuic-. but \\ill not de-tn.\ : 
 
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 He is Prometheus chained again 
 
 Amid the elemental strife 
 The scourges and the crowns of men 
 
 Are emblemed in his fitful life. 
 
 His joys are full luxuriant flowers, 
 
 Though nurtured on a mouldering root, 
 Though watered by the bitterest showers, 
 
 And bearing a most bitter fruit. 
 Keen shafts of sarcasm now he hurls, 
 
 Now pathos trembles in his tone, 
 And, in his passionate tide, he whirls 
 
 All souls that hear him with his own. 
 
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 SONG OF THE IRISH BRIGADE. 
 
 Where glory s beams are seen, boys, 
 
 To cheer the way, to cheer the way, 
 We bear the emerald green, boys, 
 
 And clear the way, and clear the way. 
 Where life-blood torrents gush, boys, 
 
 In battle fray, in battle fray, 
 The bold brigade-men rush, boys, 
 
 And clear the way, and clear the way. 
 
 That home where valor first, boys, 
 
 In all her charms, in all her charms, 
 Roused up the souls she nursed, boys, 
 
 And called to arms, and called to arms 
 That home was surely worth, boys, 
 
 The years we ve known, the years we ve known. 
 Since treachery drove us forth, boys, 
 
 To fight alone, to fight alone. 
 
 Oh who, while memoiy s given, boys, 
 
 That hour forgets^ that hour forgets, 
 Tis like the sun in heaven, boys, 
 
 That never sets, that never sets ; 
 When England s legions, dying, 
 
 Oh day of joy, oh day of joy, 
 Before our flag were flying 
 
 At Fontenoy, at Fontenoy. 
 
 And what is Sarsfield s meed, boys, 
 
 Whose conquering smile, whose conquering smile. 
 Inspired each martial deed, boys, 
 
 To right our isle, to right our jsle ? 
 
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 Hi- memory still i- t>i ight ning 
 
 1-Yoin (lav t<> iluy, from clay to day. 
 
 A- when hi- -\\ord of lightning 
 Led on the fray, led on the fray. 
 
 Thou hero s to Sarsfield s glory 
 
 A bumper round, a bumper round 
 And may his deathle-s -tory 
 
 For uye be found, tor aye be found 
 A star our country s tomb in 
 
 A star of light, a star of li^ ht, 
 \Vho-e radiance may illumine 
 
 Her final light, her final light. 
 
 MATRIMONIAL COMPLACENCY. 
 
 Since Grace and I were double, 
 I d have the world to know, 
 
 We ve been a goodi-h maple, 
 
 As goodish maples go ; 
 To no eotatir pa--ion 
 
 Oar pre-ent heart- re-pond. 
 lint you kinnv ti- oat o! fashion 
 
 For couples to be fond. 
 
 I thought her once angelic 
 
 A fairy she did seem 
 There is not now n relic 
 
 >t that diviner dream ; 
 Her dre-- i- mure than costly, 
 
 I Irr ta-te in nin-ir tine, 
 She eat ---- and it i- va-tl\ . 
 
 A- otln-r people dine. 
 
 Nor am I now her hero 
 
 The \\or-hiped one alone; 
 A matrimonial Nero 
 
 She -eeni- to think me grown ; 
 A brute, -honhl I refn-e l ( ,. r 
 
 That dear, -\\eet ( a-liniere shawl ; 
 Wor-e than a brute I n-e her 
 
 If kej)t in town the fall. 
 
 ( L ars are her abhorrence. 
 
 She hates the sight of wine, 
 And no pre-nmptioii \\arrant- 
 
 A friend brought home to dine ; 
 
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 She won t believe tis business 
 That keeps me late at night, 
 
 And on the slightest dizziness 
 I am condemned as "tight." 
 
 But still, despite this trouble, 
 
 These little puffs of woe, 
 We make a goodish couple, 
 
 As goodish couples go ; 
 To no ecstatic passion 
 
 Our present hearts respond, 
 But you know tis out of fashion 
 
 For couples to be fond. 
 
 "OH, YOUNG GEORDIE SANDERS." 
 
 Oh, young Geordie Sanders came over the sea, 
 And of all the good consuls the goodest is he ; 
 And, save his credentials, he letters had none 
 He sailed on a sudden, and sailed all alone ; 
 So faithful to truth and his country was he, 
 No " harder" American e er crossed the sea. 
 
 lie staid not to see would the Senate conform, 
 
 But crossed the Atlantic through shine and through storm 
 
 And when the new consul at London arrived, 
 
 He showed his credentials, and then was received ; 
 
 For never before did America send 
 
 A consul unworthy the name of a friend. 
 
 So boldly he entered upon his new place, 
 
 That we thought that our Senate would never disgrace 
 
 Its fame and traditions by raising its voice 
 
 Against our executive s favorite choice ; 
 
 But when in the Senate his name was received, 
 
 The Cabinet party arose and upheaved. 
 
 But Sanders, we know, is an excellent "Hard," 
 And the Cabinet "Softs" did him therefore discard ; 
 And, when he was named, all the Senate arose 
 Like a parcel of Turks at the sight of their foes. 
 There are Soft Shells in Gotham, done utterly brown, 
 Who would gladly be consul to famed London town." 
 
 The Cabinet issued its orders to vote, 
 And the Senate reluctantly opened its throat ; 
 It took down the pill, and it threw up its eyes, 
 And "No" to the name of George Sanders replies, 
 
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 tin- Democrats whi-pered. "The riCTQI .f I 
 Ha\e re-ol\ed ti take e en tin- la-t hit of -poll." 
 
 Hut Marc\ ami ( ii-hin^r. tua- they pulled the wires, 
 And tis Marry, we know, that the Senate in-piiv- : 
 For lie hates even more than he hates me. the hard, 
 The \\elfare or name of a "national Hani;" 
 Ami MI the\ refu-ed - though the vote wa- al-m.. 
 While the jxx)r craven Cahinet said not a word. 
 
 There wa- reveling that ni^ ht mid the Cahinet elan 
 I)a\k ( ii-hin^. and Marry eoiiroeted the plan 
 
 There \\ere OJfttn tor all, and Champagne tor the crowd 
 Who the name of the coiiMilar " 1 lard" di-allo\\ed : 
 BolodklSM \\a^ Sander^ >ent over the ea. 
 Have yon e er heard ol eoii>ul \\a> tivated a> he? 
 
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 A VF.IUTAM.i: MYTH, TuIiMIN.. Mil: < >N M I I.I. \ I ION OK o EYAN, IQNURASTLY 
 \M. l \l-l l.Y BPELLKD ORION. 
 
 O Hyan \\a- a man of might 
 
 ^Whin Ireland was a nation. 
 But poaehin \\as hi- heart - delight 
 
 And eon-taut occupation. 
 H-- had an ould militia ^im, 
 
 And -ai tin -nre hi- aim was; 
 1 1 .i\e the keeper-; many a run, 
 
 And wouldn t mind the ^aine law-. 
 
 St. I athrick wan-t was pa in \>v 
 
 O Kyan s little hoiddin . 
 And, a- the -aint fell wake and dhry. 
 
 He thought he d enther limild in. 
 "O Kyan." -ay- the -aint, "a\ick ! 
 
 To praich at Thnrles I m piin , 
 So let me ha\e a ra-her i|iiick. 
 
 And a dhrop ot Inni-howcn." 
 
 \ - ra-her \\ ill I cook f r \.ni 
 
 While lietther i- to -pare, -ir, 
 lint IKMI- - a jiitf of mountain .1. 
 
 And there - a rattlin hare, -ir." 
 St. I athrick he looketl mi-lity -\\eet. 
 
 Ami >ay- he. "(iood luck attind \on. 
 And, when \on re in your \\indin -lieet. 
 
 It - up to hea\en I ll .-iud you." 
 
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 O Ryan gave his pipe a whiff 
 
 "Them tidin s is thransportin , 
 But may I ax your saintship if 
 
 There s any kind of sportin ?" 
 St. Pathrick said, " A Lion s there, 
 
 Two Bears, a Bull, and Cancer" 
 "Bedad," says Mick, "the huntin s rare ; 
 
 St. Pathrick, I m your man, sir." 
 
 So, to conclude my song aright, 
 
 For fear I d tire your patience, 
 You ll see O Ryan any night 
 
 Amid the constellations. 
 And Venus follows in his track 
 
 Till Mars grows jealous raally, 
 But, faith, he fears the Irish knack 
 
 Of handling the shillaly. 
 
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 Dear friend and honored, though thy words be rough, 
 I take them kindly, for I know them true ; 
 And that thy heart, an icicle to view, 
 
 Is warm, and made of penetrable stuff. 
 
 Little, perchance, had the world cause to chide, 
 Had I, emerging from youth s glittering gate 
 Into the riotous strength of man s estate, 
 
 Found such a friend to cheer me and to guide. 
 
 Tis easy to condemn, and hard to spare ; 
 
 And blood is hot, and pleasures will allure ; 
 
 And cloaked hypocrisy would fain insure 
 Its own good name by branding those who err. 
 
 I have my sins as thick as April showers 
 Some virtues also, if I know my heart ; 
 And something tells me that my latter part 
 
 Of life may choke the weeds and feed the flowers. 
 
 I have been grateful for whatever good 
 
 Was strewn along my path not overmuch ! 
 I never yet with acrimonious touch 
 
 Probed the diseases of another s blood. 
 
 My hand was free while it had aught to give ; 
 
 I ne er oppressed when chance conferred the power ; 
 
 And I have struggled manv a prayerful hour 
 A worthier and more useful life to live. 
 
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 If wrong were offered me, I never sti>j.|.Ml 
 To our-e 1 1 iy tut, to grumble, or to writhe, 
 Although beneath mi-fortune s glittering scythe 
 
 My dearot hopes, like crimson poppies, dropped. 
 
 Still struggling on to a diviner goal, 
 
 Though gored by thorns and tumbling into quags. 
 
 Nor ever hesitate, nor ever flags 
 The fixed re.M.he that centres in my soul; 
 
 For life is but a struggle of weak will 
 With intcllei -tual purpose, and the rod 
 Which cha-tcn> pride is in the hands of God, 
 
 Who does not always smite nor wholly kill. 
 
 From the high ho|>e which filled my boyish heart 
 
 N ! ha\e my Bjei Uvn lured, imr lia\e I l.i-t 
 Faith in the future, and, though tempest-to. d 
 1 Mill steer firmly by the early chart. 
 
 Should that be right, my voyage prospers well ; 
 Should that be wrong, I perish, and no more 
 Another wreck upon a thankless shore; 
 
 Hut of the issue let the future tell. 
 
 WKARIE PEN. 
 
 I wean- of my pen, 
 
 And write not of mine own accord; 
 
 It \\a- my >Iave. and 1 was happy then; 
 Tis now my lord. 
 
 1 urary of the themes 
 
 Which the grovs multitude pursue; 
 Who write- for Kread mu>t bid all higher dreams 
 
 \\\- la>t adieu. 
 
 Harness the antelope, 
 
 Burden his Lack until it Meeds- 
 Trample hi- tiery spirit, and then hope 
 
 HI- ! >nn>T ipeto, 
 
 Hid the hi-h <-oimtry yield 
 
 Not annual j;ift. Imt <lailv boon 
 A fungus growth dctile> the morning field, 
 
 And rots ere noon. 
 
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 We squander sterling thought 
 
 On frivolous feuds and foolish cares ; 
 
 The harvest of our life becomes inwrought, 
 And choked with tares. 
 
 Oh for song s daedal prime, 
 
 When, wandering o er the plains afoot, 
 The shepherd minstrel tuned the spear of time- 
 
 His shield, a lute. 
 
 Ay, there were giants then, 
 
 Gentle as strong, and good as bold 
 A stalwart race of freedom-loving men 
 
 Were those of old. 
 
 Their blood ran red and warm 
 
 Through healthy pulses, and they found 
 
 Infinite loveliness of hue and form, 
 Of taste and sound. 
 
 Their souls in music bathed, 
 
 Freedom inspired their highest hymns ; 
 No mummy-cloths of a dead custom swathed 
 
 Their vigorous limbs. 
 
 And yet in every age 
 
 There must be themes to touch the heart : 
 We have the self-same passions, joy and rage, 
 
 But lack their art. 
 
 We pore o er books. They trod 
 
 Mountain, and vale, and sounding shore ; 
 
 They make their spirits intimate with God 
 And nature s lore. 
 
 As falls the levin-scaith 
 
 On the young oaks that clothe a hill, 
 We have been stunted by our want of faith 
 
 And resolute will. 
 
 To Nature false, our eyes 
 , See nothing beautiful ; we warm 
 And stamp with social currency the lies 
 Of fraud and form. 
 
 Where passion throbbed high words, 
 With beggar whine the age complains ; 
 
 Gone the red glory of controlling swords, 
 And Mammon reigns. 
 
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 rOWl a stagnant pool, 
 Green with the div^ oftnufc and t..il 
 Youths jmre ideals ot tlic beautiful 
 Are Lucre s spoil. 
 
 I \veary of the pen. 
 
 And write not of mine ,,un accord; 
 It wa- my >la\e. and I wa> happv thru : 
 
 Ala>: tis now HIV lord. 
 
 TJKE l.v WATE&OOLORS. 
 
 Twa< a 1, right expanse of water 
 U hrre th,. (Quaker s gentle daughter 
 E?ery summer morning sought her 
 Hath of l.oautv. light. :1 iid 0*06: 
 Quite a !l,., t ..CdriUcd lili.-s 
 Danced almvr the mimic l.illows, 
 Arid a M-recn druupin^ willows 
 
 Curtained rl..>r the i.a thing-place. 
 
 In my skill at random fl.iatinir. 
 Kod and line Imt nothing noting 
 All. what Militle charm had Loating 
 
 Since the l.athin- p| : ,i-e *U kno\vii ; 
 I *Cnm the lake W|i drifted. 
 While with lift- mv fancv K if te J 
 K\crv lily-xhoiiMer lifted. 
 
 White and dimpled U her ( .\\n. 
 
 Ah! how clear. " I mutfrn-d. 
 .Many a OOlond [.cl.l.le | v j,,,, 
 I- ar helmv, : ,, H | \aii,l\ trying 
 
 * )n " i k to Ax ,i lv 
 
 .Now >,,!,. jr.,,,,1 |, m . /( . her 
 >-t \..n >iher curtain swinging. 
 CooilMI to the haiher l.ringing." 
 Hut the good l.ree/.e answered ,,uf. 
 
 H -meward o er the meadows trimim- 
 
 All the loreBerfcrbardippfag, 
 
 v ""ii I HW the mai<li-n skipping, 
 Wh. -aid an-hly. when we met. 
 
 " Frien.l. th.xi ha-t gn.w n f,, n d ,,f l.oating ;" 
 
 And my w,-ak h.-art .piaile.l on noting 
 
 The malieioii- laiighier lloating 
 III the eyes ,,f m \ ,-, ( ,,uetie. 
 
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 EPIGRAM 
 
 TO A YOUNG LADY WHO ASKED FOK HIS NAME IN HEK ALBUM. 
 
 You ask for my name ! Ah ! dear madam, you palter 
 With the hopes I have felt, as you well understand. 
 
 If you wish for my name, it is yours at the altar : 
 I ll give you my name when you give me your hand. 
 
 THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW. 
 
 The good Old Year hath run his race, 
 
 And the latest hour draws near ; 
 The cold dew shines on his hoary face, 
 And he hobbles along with a listless pace, 
 To his lonely and snow-covered resting-place 
 
 In the northern hemisphere. 
 
 See how his stiff joints faint and shrink 
 
 As the cold breeze whistles by ; 
 He hath a bitter cup to drink 
 As he watches the sand in his hour-glass sink, 
 Standing alone on the icy brink 
 
 Of the gulf of eternity. 
 
 His scanty robe is wrapped more tight 
 
 As the dim sun dwindles down ; 
 And no stars arise to cheer the night 
 Of him whose temples they once made bright, 
 When crimson roses and lilies white 
 
 Half hid his golden crown. 
 
 He reels he slips no power at hand 
 
 To check him from tumbling o er ; 
 The hour-glass clicks with its latest sand, 
 And each movement falls like the stroke of a bran d 
 On one already too weak to stand 
 He falls he is seen no more. 
 
 And, lo ! in the east a star ascends, 
 
 And a burst of music comes 
 A young lord, followed by troops of friends, 
 Down to the broad equator wends, 
 While the star that travels above him bends 
 
 O er a sea of floating plumes. 
 
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 And Hnj.r spring up from the couch ofCu*, 
 
 H.T eves are full of the softest Jin-, 
 
 A light litinis round her golden hair. 
 And her lio>om i> >( ,ft. and oh. how fair! 
 As she rla>ps tlu- l...y. ami presses him there, 
 As once she had pressed his sire. 
 
 On every hill the bonfire glows, 
 
 And clarions blend with the beating drums ; 
 Theyellowcn.cn- disparts the HIOWS, 
 And the river, freed from its bondage, flows, 
 While .sparrows chirp, and the shrill cock crows 
 
 As the New Year hithenvard comes. 
 
 His glittering mail he flings aside, 
 
 And we see a robe of the brightest green . 
 And the velvet green but MTTM ID hide 
 The criiiisi.n \e-t i.t the richer pride 
 He dmis in the brilliant sumnier tide 
 When he weds his Har\c-t Oiieen. 
 
 Kut time rolls ,,n : and the New Year turns 
 
 His wearyin- feet to the fro/.en north ; 
 The sun (.;,,-!, ,l av more dindv burns, 
 And the mother earth each day iiiurns 
 Her summer brood, while the cold winds 
 The victor it heralded forth. 
 
 And again the Old Year treads alone 
 
 To the north, bereft of friends : 
 Hi- totters along to the frozen zone, 
 With an icicle in ea.-h marrou le-s bone, 
 And the hoar.se \\iud buries his living groan 
 
 As another Mar ascends. 
 
 Then kindly think of the dying ) ( 
 
 The joys, the hop,-, and the love he nursed 
 Let f.dl a tt-ar on his narrow bier : 
 For. although not perfect. \et much I fear 
 That he \\a> the lie-t we shall e\er see 
 
 God grant he may prove the worst. 
 
 A BROADWAY BB1 U 
 I saw her in the uindow 
 
 She -,\as fairest of the fair ; 
 I thought it uas IK. sin to 
 
 Kin-el do\\n bet" re her there. 
 
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 Her dress was brightest, fullest, 
 That e er by zone was bound ; 
 
 And her fan it was the coolest 
 That e er shed fragrance round. 
 
 She turned around but slowly, 
 
 With a cold, unfeeling grace, 
 Although a hundred lowly 
 
 Adored her radiant face ; 
 Her hair was dark as the winglets 
 
 By the raven s brood unfurled, 
 And pearls were mixed in the ringlets 
 
 Above her bright brow curled. 
 
 There were brilliant toys around her 
 
 Of velvet and of silk, 
 As fair as those which bound her 
 
 White shoulders white as milk ; 
 Her eyes were bright, but rayless ; 
 
 They lacked the vital spark ; 
 And lovely could I say less ? 
 
 The mind the soul was dark. 
 
 " Oh, loveliest of the gentle 
 
 And fair !" I did repeat, 
 " Behold me ! I have bent all 
 
 My passions to thy feet ; 
 Grant and the boon entrances 
 
 Your poet, bard, and slave 
 One of the kindly glances 
 
 For which all lovers crave." 
 
 Thus rapt in mystic wonder 
 
 I stood before the shrine, 
 When a voice like summer thunder 
 
 Disturbed this dream of mine. 
 It cried, " I am astonished 
 
 That to gain her smile you strive ; 
 Henceforward be admonished 
 
 That thing is not alive !" 
 
 "Oh, creature of wax and leather, 
 
 Of pulleys, and wheels, and bran. 
 Changeless in change of weather," 
 
 It was thus my answer ran 
 " No blame to you, not being human, 
 
 For your eyes of unpitying blue ; 
 But I ve knelt to a score of live women. 
 
 Brainless, lovely, and heartless as you. 
 
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 HI INGS THAT I SEEN AM) II1.I.KI) IN BUCKIN HAM 
 PALICE 
 
 CLANINTHK ITODIM IN MM. 1:1 i. MIKAWIN-ROOM. 
 
 BY OAKLAND o UALLOEAN. 1-1 I 1 IV ASSISTANT 8CB-DEPCTY U LAZIER. 
 
 I was damn the windic- 
 In Huckin ham 1 alice, 
 
 An I thought o tlif shindie- 
 
 O Kn--ian> and Allie-. 
 
 Whin into the room, wid a hrow full of gloom, 
 An a hottle of goold it was filled \\itli ]erfiune 
 Ildd up to her no-f jioji : past me >he goes 
 The queen! an I thremhled in, nndher me t->e-, 
 Hut she didn t perce m- I |TM nndher the ea\e. 
 N> I thought I ll just watch her a while, ere I d ! 
 For it Struck me a< odd that her queen-hip should gn> 
 
 She flopped in a chair 
 
 Which the flunky put there. 
 
 An she pi-hed" an .-he " ji-ha\\ed" wid a wanderin air, 
 That was half of it anger an half was de-jiair : 
 An the great Koh-i-noor, that wa< fixed on her brow, 
 Wid the rubies -et round it. tla.-lied Mood-like enow : 
 An over her soul, in that dark hour of dole. 
 The red hand of Care dhrove \\\< inercile-- jilow, 
 While she thought of her >in-< an the hi;: Uu--ian row; 
 An the gem on her lnn\\ jrrew too hot to retain it 
 Whin slu- thought of the millions she hutchered to gain it : 
 An , through the thick mi-t that wa> chokin hei 
 The tfho-t of her famine-killed >i<ther \\ent liy. 
 In Ireland twas famine in India t\\a- -laughter. 
 An every where, every \\here hlood ran like \\ather. 
 
 Well, still, while I liMiknl .-liuiv I thought I was hookod 
 
 To that place where there > nothin hut kangaroos eoni. 
 
 l- .-r an ould man came in he \\a- n^ ly a- -in. 
 
 Wid the di-male-t grin round hi> fat donhle chin ; 
 
 An he tucked up hi- coat-tail- an hacked to the fire, 
 
 An he looked at the queen half in pity, half ire; 
 
 An .-he rocked in her chair, an -he tapped \\id her toes 
 
 On the carpet of \el\et that hlii-hrd like a : 
 
 An -he didn t -cmi plai-ed with the doiihle chinned man, 
 
 Hut he talked quite familiar, and thn- hi- \\ord > ran: 
 
 "Good-day. m\ (ju-en Vic. Il:i\eymi siitl ered a thriek ? 
 l ..r you re h.ukin hy n> mea!i- goo.l naychured or .-lick." 
 
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 " Och ! indeed an I m sick, an I can t ate a pick, 
 An I m perishin quick ; my legs isn t as thick 
 As your highly respectable goold-headed stick." 
 
 " No, nor more nor a half not a sign of a calf?" 
 An I knew by his laugh he was tippin her chaff 
 (For she s fat as a puncheon : an dinner, an luncheon, 
 An breakfasht, an supper, it takes beef to stop her, 
 An plenty of that gravied, spicy, and fat ; 
 An rich wine and portlier must flow at her ordher 
 I m tellin no lies, sir, tis the doctors advise her). 
 
 "Now tell me what s wrong," sez he ; 
 " Don t keep me long," sez he, 
 " For I m dhry, an I think 
 That I d much like a dhrink." 
 
 " Take your time, my ould brick," sez she ; 
 
 "Don t be so quick," sez she, 
 
 "An I ll make a clane breast, for my throubles is thick, " sez she ; 
 " I ordhered the pick of my sojers to lick, 
 Bate, wallop, an kick that ould thievin rogue Nick ; 
 I thought he d cut his stick whin he heard the first click 
 Of my bombs, an my rifles, an other such thrifles ; 
 But he didn t do it, an I m like to rue it, 
 An God knows at all how I ll ever get through it." 
 
 " Och ! conshume the ould rogue, wid his Cossacky brogue ; 
 Him an Prussia ll collogue, as wid kings tis the vogue, 
 An the Austriches too they ll be into the stew, 
 An ferment in the brew ; an , tis every way thrue, 
 My lady, your queenship, that things does Look blue, 
 An no wondher you feel just as bad as you do." 
 
 "Och ! that ain t the worst of it 
 
 Only the first of it. 
 Come, I ll tell all, or I fear I shall burst of it. 
 
 There s wan Lewy Nap 
 
 He s a hang-gallows chap, 
 
 An the likes of him, rightly, should take off his cap 
 To the likes of meself; but that s not like to hap, 
 For he cribbed at a throne, an has made it his own, 
 An has gathered an keeps at a place called Boolone 
 (From whence they can see Dover Lights an Folkstonc) 
 An army of men that are just wan to ten 
 (I mane ten to wan but my senses is gone) 
 Of the whole of my force cannon, footmen, an horse ; 
 An that ould Aberdeen he s a dirty spalpeen 
 Hut keep (an she winked) what I tell you between 
 Yourself and the bedpost you know what I mean. 
 
 10 G 
 
The Poetical H /,/-/;* of 
 
 Well, he came in wan day." .-ex. she, 
 
 11 Wrigglin his -way." -ex. -lie. 
 An I knew hy his mug that he meant no child s pla\ ." -ex. -he 
 
 Sez he, Mrs. Vic, sez he. 
 
 Dhre-s yourself ijuirk. -ex. he : 
 
 I ve asked Lewy OUT. will his wife "tammy cover," 
 As at Paris we >ay--an they ll soon he at Dover. 
 
 They re now on their way. 
 
 So look afther the tay. 
 
 For you know we mn-t make a most sunijisliis disj.lay. 
 Get some nice oy>ther stews. hnlly-hecf and IM 
 \Vid a Imshel of frogs for the d d parley voos! 
 They re fond of what s nice must 1 hid you go twice? 
 An his thin lingers clutched themselves up like u vice. 
 
 Conshnmin the hit. Ml I. 
 
 4 At the tahle I ll sit. -ex. I. 
 
 k \Viil the he-j/ar-horn chap 
 
 That they call Lewy Nap : 
 If he come, he must dine at the scullery tap. 
 
 Hut who axed him to come? sex, I : 
 
 Why. are you dimih ? sex. I. 
 
 Do you know, my ould htick. that you re undlier my thumb? se/. I 
 Your majesty why, se/ he, he s your ally, sez he; 
 
 I e-ides, though to get them away I did thry, sez he, 
 In the camp at Boolone, in that wan camp alone 
 Which looks so convayniently over Folkstone 
 
 He has ten time- ten thou-aiid of French lle-li an hone; 
 
 An the French tle-h an hone is all weapmicd and readv. 
 
 It- thrainin is good, an its practice i- steady. 
 
 An London i- rirher. an not half so far. 
 
 As that murdherin ( ron-tadt that s owned hv the Tzar. 
 
 My ally he is not, sez I, 
 
 For my Moot! it was hot ; se/ I 
 
 An as for Eugenie. s.-/. I. is she tit to he seen, .-e/ I. > 
 
 Wid a regular queen? sez I 4 it - me-elf 1 mean, Ml I 
 Then he flew in a ra^e. an he made me cii^age 
 To take all snorts of thruhhle for the parley-x oo couple : 
 An whin Leuy i- e.,me, \ve mu-t hate the hig dlnum, 
 An play thrumpet an fife in an emulnus >th 
 To do honor to monn-eer an hi- tlirallop of a \\ife." 
 
 "Then how gor* the fightin ?" Mi he; 
 
 " Have you done the inditin ." se/. he, 
 "< )t thim note- that took nine men a month in the writiif : -ex. lie 
 
 II i\e thim ould diplomat-." -e/ he, 
 
 " That - M ciinnin a- rats " -ex, he, 
 "Scnred the Hwir of the North wid their parchment flats ?"se/ he. 
 
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 147 
 
 * Och ! good luck to their souls, wid their protocoals ! 
 Shure their rigmaroles were so full o holes 
 That the rats and the bats slipped in it an out, 
 An the Austriches echoed the Prussians shout, 
 An it gives me the gout to think what they re about ; 
 For, to my eyes, its every where jumble and rout. 
 They re all tellin lies, throwin dust in my eyes, 
 An the man that lies deepest tis him that is wise. " 
 
 " What started the war ? What are you fightin for 
 
 Wid your highly respectable cousin the Czar ? 
 
 Do your sympathies lurk wid the infidel Turk ? 
 
 An why, wid ould Nick, don t you make it short work ? 
 
 Shure each school-boy repeats that Britannia, she beats 
 
 All creashin to smash wid her sojers and fleets ?" 
 
 " Nabocklish ! No !" sez she ; " I wanst thought so," sez she ; 
 " The historians blow," sez she ; ."but it ain t no go !" sez she, 
 "As I feel very keenly, an much to my woe," sez she. 
 I sent Charley Napier, who knows how to steer 
 First rate, as I hear, an he wint very near 
 To the Cronstadt pier ; but he thought it looked queer, 
 An he cum back here wid a flay in his ear. 
 An he swears it was all the Reform Club beer 
 That muddled his head whin he solemnly said 
 That he d pull the Czar s lug in St. Petersburg, * 
 Or be off to hell 
 
 In a three weeks time. 
 An , indeed, twould be well 
 
 If he d make the fact chime 
 
 Wid his plighted promise. A good riddance from us ! 
 Thin there s ould Dundas. " sez she ; " to my thinkin an ass, " sez she ; 
 " Not worth his grass," sez she : " but let that pass," sez she. 
 " Shure he talked like a Nelson, or some other red-hell-son, 
 Of tundher and blood," sez she, "whin he swore that he could," sez 
 she, 
 
 " Take some jaw-breakin town," sez she, 
 
 "I could never get down," sez she. 
 
 " It was built by a basthard, I think, 
 
 An called afther the dasthard, I think ; 
 
 It ends wid a * pol, " sez she, . 
 
 "An is girt wid a wall," sez she ; 
 An up to this time we re not shure of its fall," sez she ; 
 " So I sent Lord Raglan, wid the juke for his flagman 
 Not the Iron Juke, " sez she, " wid a nose like a hook," sez she, 
 "Whose ould brazen cloak an whose murdherin look," sez she, 
 "Upon Hyde Park corner, is a caution and warner 
 To any dead nigger not to swell any bigger 
 
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 Than lii> breeches \vill hould,"se/ she. " lest he burst and get could, 
 
 -ex. -In-. 
 
 l A| ould Honey did do at the famed \V.: herloo," sez she. 
 
 "Arrah! what ml lie say, could he only look through 
 
 From the high place or low place he s now gone unto. 
 
 An find us allied to the young Parleyvoo? 
 
 It was Cambridge s juke tor the scrimmage I took ; 
 
 An now here - a -avcrit hut .-uear on the book 
 
 That you ll never divulge it by hook or by crook 
 
 For you d ruin me sthraight, an my throne ud lie ,-ho< k 
 
 Miure to tear I began 
 
 That they d ax my oiild man 
 
 lie - field-marshal, they say." -02 she, 
 
 "An" I know he s dhrawn pay. sex slie. 
 
 " Thi- many a day," -ex, she. 
 "An" he made a new hat from the skin of a cat. 
 An I \e hcenl, an , indeed, even I liiieh owns to that, 
 That the hat bids deliance to milithary science 
 To pass or to peer it, or even come near it, 
 In the way of a shed," sex. .-he. " for a -ojer .- head." sez -he ; 
 
 ^ Hut he s tendlier an weakly. " sex. she, 
 
 "An of late somewhat sickly," sex she. 
 
 " Wid a bad rlienmati/,," sez she, 
 
 "In that sword-arm of his, "sex. -he. 
 lie tuk ill the first night that we heerd of the fight : 
 An , since Inkermann, sex she, "no mortal can," sex. she. 
 "Describe v%hat he feel- from hi- head to hi- heels; 
 Me - in a cold -\\eat till it make- hi- sheet- \\et. 
 An he s shiv rin an -hakin . and hi- hones they are achin , 
 An he s thremblin an son- to his very heart s core, 
 An he .- \\orn out intireh. an worried what s more. 
 
 lie s ;1 -oldier thrue." M-X. -lie. 
 
 "An" at ( hopham Ueviev. . 
 
 " I seen him to do." -ex. she. 
 
 Things f> make \oii I., ok blue," sex >),(.. 
 
 "An he - ra\in ipiite. by day and by night. 
 
 To IT int<> the fight, a- i- pn>;er an right : 
 
 An he -uears that he d kill." .-ex. >lie 
 
 "Ifit worn t for the accident that he happen- to be ill."sez she 
 "Ould Mi iit-chikotl an the I lin.-e Top-em oil, 
 I.iprandi. an I.uder-. an < ount < )rloH : 
 
 I ut he MJ| he can not think of it until In- COTM his cough. 
 ( )eh I his pains is cruel : he - a- \sake a- \\ather gruel ; 
 An 1 should any wan hint in speeches <.r print - 
 
 That the man win. doe- <|iiarth<Tly dhraw,"sez she, 
 " In accordions uid mililhaiy law." sex .-he. 
 
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 The highest pay 
 
 Should take part in the fray, 
 
 Och ! he d faint away 
 
 From the blessed light of day ! 
 Me poor Albert ud fall, rowled up in a ball, 
 His bowels ud turn into wather an gall 
 An I know widows caps don t become me at all." 
 
 "Well, now, Mrs. Vic" 
 
 An his eye had a thrick 
 As cunnin an knowin as a cat s that is goin , 
 Whin the cook s asleep, wid the softest creep, 
 To lick fresh butther " if you let me, I ll utther 
 Some good advice," sez he, " an think over it twice," sez he. 
 
 " Go an make your ould man," sez he, 
 
 " Just as soon as he can," sez he, 
 
 " Cure the rheumatiz," sez he, 
 
 "In that sword-arm of his," sez he, 
 
 " Or he d betther resign," sez he, 
 
 " His uniform fine," sez he, 
 
 "An fall out o the line," sez he. 
 
 "Och! but, thin, the pay?" sez she, 
 " It ud go asthray," sez she, 
 "An that s not at all afther Albert s way," sez she. 
 
 " Resign that too," sez he, 
 
 " For, beturie me an you," sez he, 
 
 "Whin the people see," sez he, 
 
 " (Betune you an me)," sez he, 
 " Their gallant field-marshal to rheumatiz partial 
 Whin colors are flyin , an thousands are dyin 
 For a shillin a- day round Sevastopol s Bay, 
 They ll begin to compare the sick gentleman s pay 
 Wid the throoper s who dashed through the thick of the fray. 
 Where bullets were whizzing an sabres did play 
 On casque an cuirass, an the min fell like grass, 
 While the field-marshal Balaam-like sat on his ass, 
 An prayed for the foes he was bound to oppose 
 From the top of his head to the root of his toes. 
 Let him give up his place wid whatever of grace 
 Can be possibly lint to so dirty a case, 
 Or the very ould wimin will spit in his face, 
 An the childher, God bless em ! throw dirt at his grace. 
 Inniskilling s an Grays, Irish Lancers and Bays 
 Whatever poor wreck of them s left in these days 
 The men, not of rank, who dhrove spurs in the flank 
 Of their chargers, an dashed up the cannon-plowed bank, 
 While the grape an cross-fire mowed them down rank by rank ; 
 
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 Never haltin , though reelin , but formin and wheelin 
 
 Again an again, wid diinini>liin inin, 
 
 While the pulks of the Cossackry crowded the glin. 
 
 No end tu their labors no rest for their sabres 
 
 Blood-spatthered, they could not be kno\\ n by their neighbors. 
 
 An still by sheer steel, strength of hand, heart, an heel. 
 
 Though shatthered. di-onlhered. invineible still, 
 
 Through a long lane of tire through a laygioii of foes 
 
 (iiindy forced to retire the Light Cavalry goes. 
 
 They ve left an what thin? just three fourths of their mill 
 
 To fat the next harvest in Inkennann s glin ; 
 
 Hut the colors they bore, though bedabbled with gore, 
 
 Still wave o er the remnant retnrnin once more. 
 
 \Vhat a sight there will be. should they ever come back. 
 
 An the field-marshal partial to a timely attack 
 
 Of the rheumatic fay\er should fall in their thrack!" 
 
 What more there was said, 
 
 Shure, no more than the dead 
 
 Do I know, for I chanced to lane forward my head. 
 An the queen gave a scream an the man gave a start. 
 An I judged it was best for me.-elt to depart. 
 
 Deputy Glazier s Room, Buckin hara Palicc,) 
 London, December 4, 1>M. / 
 
 WOMAN S RIGHTS. 
 
 Oh. ladies will yon hear a truth. 
 
 ( )t late too seldom told to you. 
 Nor deem he begs it of your ruth 
 
 The writer over-bold to you ; 
 For, by the pul-e^ of his youth, 
 
 He never yet was cold to \<>u. 
 And therefore tis in sober sooth 
 
 That he would now unfold to you 
 What may- apart from rhythmic flight- 
 Be called the sum of" Woman s Uight-. 
 
 For you the calm sequestered lowers, 
 
 1-V.r II- to kneel and sue to you ; 
 Your feet upon the path of (lowers 
 
 We struggle still to stn-w to you ; 
 For you to drop the healing showers 
 
 Of kindness gentle dew to you 
 On failing health and waited powers 
 
 The task is nothing new to you 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 151 
 
 "Oh, these, indeed" tis Love indites 
 "These are unquestioned Woman s Rights. 
 
 All hail ! we cry, the stormiest hours, 
 
 If thus a joy we woo to you ; 
 For us, of life s drugged bowl, the sours, 
 
 If so the sweets ensue to you. 
 When many a heavy hap was ours, 
 
 Fond retrospection flew to you ; 
 Good husbands and unstinted dowers, 
 
 And smiling babes accrue to you ; 
 And, let me ask, what maiden slights 
 These latter-mentioned "Woman s Rights? 
 
 The faithfulness, the grace, the high, 
 
 Pure thoughts of life we gain by you ; 
 The vision of a softer eye, 
 
 The finer touch attain by you ; 
 Weak hopes that unto death are nigh 
 
 Out-leaning, we sustain by you ; 
 And when misfortune sweeps the sky, 
 
 Our anchored hearts remain by you. 
 Long days of toil and feverish nights 
 Would ill repay these " Woman s Rights." 
 
 Why quit the calm and holy hearth 
 
 That is heaven s antepast to us, 
 To face the sterner scenes of earth, 
 
 The troubles that are cast to us ? 
 Why change your soul s unsullied mirth 
 
 For woes that rush so fast to us, 
 That we would daily curse our birth 
 
 Were jiot your sphere at last to us 
 That sphere of home, which well requites 
 The loss of these unsexing rights. 
 
 AN OLFACTORY ODE IN PRAISE OF NEW YORK 
 CLEANLINESS. 
 
 BY OTTB POET WITH A COLD IN HIS HEAP. 
 
 Thank heaven ! the crisis, 
 
 The terror is past, 
 And the sense they call smelling 
 
 Hath perished at last ; 
 And the anguish of smelling 
 
 Is over at last. 
 
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 Sadly I know 
 
 (>! ..in- -en-e I m forlorn, 
 But with pleasure ami jn-..lit 
 
 The !>-- may In- home ; 
 With profit ami plea-me 
 
 That lo>> may l>e borne. 
 
 And I walk ><> compo.-edly 
 Now through the street, 
 
 That any beholder 
 Might fancy my feet 
 
 Were treading <n r> 
 All fragrant and sweet. 
 
 The, -tilling and choking, 
 The odor- and Benches, 
 
 An- ijiiictcd now ; 
 
 Tin- olfactory wrenches, 
 
 That maddened my brow, 
 
 Are gone. Ah! those horrible, 
 Horrible -tenche- ! . 
 
 The sicknt-- the nausea 
 
 The ])itik i >- pain. 
 lla\r ci-a-t-d with the smelling 
 
 That maddened my hrain ; 
 With the smell of the garbage 
 
 That rose to my brain. 
 
 And. oh ! of all odors, 
 
 That odor the w 
 The odor comminirled 
 
 < M -anerkraiit accni -.-d ; 
 Tin- od..r- of li-h 
 
 And ot -aiiei kraut accursed 
 That torture no more 
 
 In my nostril i- nin-rd. 
 
 And. ah ! let it ne\cr 
 
 He fooli-hh >aid 
 That 1 am rr^rettiug 
 
 The cold in my head ; 
 The , , id -Alien,-,, thix numbness 
 
 1 -niflling i- liiv.l. 
 I- <.r no\\ I walk happily, 
 
 BH of any 
 Dl\e|--itied odors 
 
 Although then- are many; 
 For m\ iio-tril i- choked, 
 And I are n,.t f,.r any. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 153 
 
 And happy am I with 
 
 A cold in my head ! 
 The dank exhalation 
 
 From garbage-heaps bred, 
 The sewerage and filth 
 
 Upon which hogs are fed, 
 Never trouble me, bless d 
 
 With a cold in my head. 
 
 A PUNGENT CONSIDERATION OF THE VARIOUS 
 TRADES AND CALLINGS. 
 
 Of all the trades that men may call 
 
 Unpleasant and offensive, 
 The editor s is worst of all, 
 
 For he is ever pen-sive ; 
 His leaders lead to nothing high, 
 
 His columns are unstable, 
 And though the printers make him pie, 
 
 It does not suit his table. 
 
 The carpenter his course is plane, 
 
 His bit is always near him ; 
 He augers every hour of gain, 
 
 He chisels and none jeer him ; 
 lie shaves, yet is not close, they say ; 
 
 The public pay his board, sir ; 
 Full of wise saws, he bores away, 
 
 And so he swells his hoard, sir. 
 
 St. Crispin s son the man of shoes, 
 
 Has awl things at control, sir; 
 He waxes wealthy in his views, 
 
 But ne er neglects his sole, sir ; 
 His is, indeed, a heeling trade ; 
 
 And when he comes to casting 
 The toe-tal profits he has made, 
 
 We find his ends are lasting. 
 
 The tailor, too, gives fits to all, 
 
 Yet never gets a basting ; 
 His cabbages, however small, 
 
 Are most delicious tasting ; 
 His goose is heated happy prig ! 
 
 Unstinted in his measure ; 
 He always plays at thimble-rig, 
 
 And seams a man of pleasure. 
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 The farmer reap- a fortune plump, 
 
 Though harrowed, far from woe, sir; 
 Hi- -pade forever pro\es a trmni), 
 
 His book i- I ve-an-hoe. -ir ; 
 However corned, he doe- not -lip ; 
 
 Though husky, never hoarse, sir; 
 And in a plowshare partnership 
 
 He gets liis share, of eour.se, sir. 
 
 The sailor on the giddy mast 
 
 Comparatively master 
 Has many a bulwark round him cast 
 
 To wave a\\av disaster; 
 Even -hn.n.l- to him are full of life, 
 
 Hi- main-lay still is o er him, 
 A gallant and a top-gallant crew 
 
 Of beaux e-prit- before him. 
 
 The sturdy Iri.-h laborer picks 
 
 And climhs to fame tis funny! 
 He deals with none hut regular bricks, 
 
 And so he pockets money ; 
 One friend sticks to him (mortar tis) 
 
 In hodden gray, unballled, 
 He leave- below an hone-i name 
 
 When he ascends the scall old. 
 
 The printer, though lii- CMC be hard, 
 
 Yet sticks not at hi- hap. sir; 
 Tis his t< canoni/e die hard, 
 
 And trim a Ionian ( ap. -ir. 
 Some go two-forty what of thai ? 
 
 He goes it by the thousand : 
 A man of form, and fond of fat. 
 
 He lo\e- the -oii^ 1 now -end. 
 
 The engine diiver. if we track 
 
 Hi- outward semblance deeper, . 
 Has got -om. \ery lender traits 
 
 1 1.- ne er di-turJp- the -leeper ; 
 And when you -witch him as he goes, 
 
 He \\hi-lle- all the louder ; 
 And -hotild yoii brake him on the wheel, 
 
 It only make- him prouder. 
 
 I launched this -kill of rhymes ujK)n 
 The trade-winds of the Mont, 
 
 Through pungent -ea- they ve borne it on, 
 The boat no rudder n 
 
Charles Graham flalpine. 155 
 
 So masticate its meaning once, 
 And judge not sternly of it 
 You ll find a freight of little puns, 
 And very little profit. 
 
 THE FERRY-BOAT. 
 
 Let them rave of the bowers that are beaming with roses, 
 
 Where young lovers whisper the moonlight away, 
 But the scene that I fix for my courtship discloses 
 
 Attractions, though public, more brilliant and gay. 
 What care I for walks in the leaf-shaded alleys, 
 For kisses in hay-fields, and sighs on the hill ; 
 For love is but love in the streets or the valleys, 
 And all that it needs is an intimate will. 
 
 Oh, give me a merry short trip on the ferry, 
 With I and my fair in a corner ensconced; 
 Mid the hustling and bustling, the jostling and tussling, 
 We sit unobserved, in our own dreams entranced. 
 
 . It is exquisite, very, that trip on the ferry 
 
 The roar of the wheels in a fine double bass 
 To the tenor of whispers from dear rosy lispers, 
 
 With love in their hearts, but reproof on each face. 
 What countless sensations ! What men from all nations 
 
 Are crowded and jammed in the one little boat ! 
 There are German and Spanish, Dutch, Irish, and Danish 
 Our ark is a species of Babel afloat. 
 
 But still it is merry, that trip on the ferry, 
 
 With I and my fair in a corner ensconced ; 
 Mid the crowd of stock-brokers and Joe Miller jokers, 
 We sit unobserved, in our own dreams entranced. 
 
 The chains rattle loudly, the steam whistles proudly, 
 
 The wheels beat the water, the furnaces flame ; 
 Some laggards, belated, are gibed at and rated, 
 
 While some make a jump, but fall short of their aim -, 
 And there on the ferry, like straws in iced sherry, 
 They stick half way up, calling fiercely for aid ; 
 While the lucky ones, laughing, and sneering, and chaffing, 
 Are straight to New York from the Fulton conveyed. 
 Tis dangerous, very, that jump for the ferry, 
 
 But what s it to us in our corner ensconced ; 
 If a fool likes to do it, why then let him rue it 
 We sit unobserved, in our own dreams entranced. 
 
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 What i-: life hut a terry a dismal one, very 
 
 It -tart> from the cradle, it> goal i- the grau- ; 
 And \et we can make it, it rightly \\e take it, 
 
 ireet, plea-ant trip o er a Mill-gilded wave. 
 With a partner to clieer us, a friend sitting near u-, 
 
 With 1 ruth tor our jiilot and Fame lor our lire. 
 \Ve eau make it a> plea-ant as this i> at present, 
 And what more delightful could mortal de-ire .- 
 A transient, hut merry trip OUT th<- ferry 
 
 The j..y ihat it gives from it> hriefne-s enhanced 
 
 With the hustling and hulling, the jo.-tling and tussling, 
 
 We ll sit uiiuh.-erved. in our o\\ n dreams entranced. 
 
 COMPOSITION DUETT. 
 
 i:Mi;<> (tin rinntintic inuti). 
 In my dreams beneatli a \\illo\v. 
 I heard thee cry -t 1 )epart !" 
 
 KfliHS (the in<itt<r-off<n-t li 
 u And an ice-cream of Vanilla 
 Was not colder than thy heart." 
 
 ROMI .... 
 Ah! I.ove - leuT. how imperious 
 
 How the pa ionate pain exalt>! 
 
 i runs. 
 
 " Fever, really ! Are you seriou- . 
 Trv a dose of Epsom salts." 
 
 I. aura I.idd. >\\ . . Laura I. id. low. ! 
 Thou hast ta en thy IOUT .- lit -. 
 
 I i i:i: 
 
 \V..nld yon make the maid a widow 
 Who has never heen a \\it- .- " 
 
 When I m dead, I pray thee gather 
 Fl.. \\er- to deck my lowly Led 
 
 II IIM8. 
 
 44 1 ooh ! I my- the girl would rather 
 One li\e heaii than tifty dead." 
 
Charles Graham H alpine. 157 
 
 Laura Liddowe, might a flowery 
 Band our hearts together bind 
 
 FUBBS (urgently}. 
 
 Say you ll fix a handsome dowry, 
 And I guarantee her kind." 
 
 ROMEO. 
 
 Shine, ye stars ah ! shine above her 
 Bear my passions in your beams 
 
 FUBBS (indignantly). 
 "Tell her plumply that you love her, 
 And have done with idle dreams. " 
 
 Wilt thou have me? Say, my fairest 
 Queen ; for thus my fancy dubbs 
 
 FUBBS {gloriously). 
 " I would simply say, My dearest, 
 Will you be my Mrs. Fubbs ? " , 
 
 LE PRINTEMPS. 
 
 FEOM THE FKENCU OF DESANGIER. 
 
 Youths and maidens, come, 
 The skies are bright above, 
 
 Blow the fife and strike the drum 
 Let us sing of love. 
 
 The thick leaves overhead 
 Will fling a shadow deep 
 
 Over the ferny bed 
 
 On which we sit or sleep. 
 
 Thanks to their pulses high, 
 
 And the high sun, bright as gold, 
 
 Phillis becomes less shy 
 
 As Colin becomes more bold. 
 
 Agnes would believe 
 
 That love s delicious glow 
 
 Her breast will never heave 
 When violets cease to blow. 
 
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 Spurning the restraint 
 
 Imposed by fashion s goddc-s. 
 Hearts their bondage l>re;ik. 
 
 Heaving brea-ts the bodice. 
 
 Season, sweetly strung, 
 
 HII\V thy Denial charm 
 .Make- the mother young, 
 
 And makes the daughter warm. 
 
 Now the dotard feels 
 
 A thrill of new desire, 
 O er the hii-band -teal- 
 
 The lover s fomier fire. 
 
 The river, murmuring on, 
 
 The lamb- that fri-k and fling, 
 The -kv, \\ho-e clouds are gone 
 All nature seems to sing. 
 
 
 
 Every hour that roll- 
 Leads us near the time 
 "When to our wintry souls 
 The year will have no prime. 
 
 Therefore, youths and maidens, conn 1 . 
 While the -kies are bright above 
 Bright, and warm, and vast above 
 
 Blow the fife and strike the drum. 
 And let us sing of love. 
 
 MY SOUTHWARD WINCING ORIOLE. 
 
 The fading -un-et s golden light 
 
 \Va- glancing over town and ri 
 When lla-hed a \i-i<.n on my sight, 
 
 ( hie moment seen, yet fixed forever. 
 
 On memory - retina -till gluws 
 
 That picture, all my heart entrancing; 
 
 The rosy mouth the brow of -now. 
 
 The blue e\e- in >wect dalliance dancing. 
 
 The dimple- in her soft chin Nt, 
 
 H.T maiden -mile -eieiie and peaceful. 
 
 And those bmwn locks ah! never \et 
 Wen- tendrils of the vine more graceful. 
 
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 She came in robes of Quaker hue, 
 
 Such livery as the fawns inherit ; 
 But then her bonnet s dazzling blue 
 
 Gave hint of her celestial spirit. 
 
 " Great heavens !" I cried; "sweet sunny South, 
 Your praise all poets well may rhyme it, 
 
 If such bright flowers as yonder mouth 
 Are native to this glowing climate ? 
 
 " But no ; this fresh and joyous face, 
 This eye, from which gay fancy sallies, 
 
 This artless and yet winning grace 
 All speak of Northern hills and valleys. 
 
 The languid beauties hereaway, 
 Who half the year for cool air stifle, 
 
 Their features lack the subtle play 
 Which leaves this face without a rival." 
 
 And thus I thought, and thus I dreamed, 
 Your life in various colors painting ; 
 
 Now Hope s blest ray upon me beamed, 
 Now left me in the darkness fainting. 
 
 Ah ! well, these dreams are idle all 
 Mere shadows and we chase them blindly ; 
 
 But yet my pulses rise or fall 
 
 Just as I find you cross or kindly. 
 
 And still on memory s retina glows 
 Thy picture, heart and brain entrancing ; 
 
 The rosy mouth the brow of snow, - 
 And those small feet just made for dancing. 
 
 Ne er may the future bring regret 
 
 For these bright dreams which now caress me, 
 But, long in golden circle set, 
 
 May this fair image smile to bless me. 
 
 BARON RENFREW S BALL. 29 
 
 Twas a grand display was the prince s ball, 
 A pageant or fete, or what you may call 
 
 A brilliant coruscation, 
 Where ladies and knights of noble wortli 
 Enchanted a prince of royal birth 
 
 By a royal demonstration. 
 
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 I. ike queen- arrayed in their re.iral 
 They charmed the prince with da/./linr 
 
 Fair ladies of rank ami .-tat ion. 
 Till the floor ^ave way. and down they sprav.lt- 
 In a tableaux .-t\le. \\hirh the artists calle.l 
 
 A floor-all decoration. 
 
 At the prince s feet like flowers they were laid. 
 
 In the brighte.-t bouquet ever made. 
 
 For a prince s choice to falter 
 
 Perplexed to lind. where all \\ere rare, 
 
 Which wa- tlie faire-t of the fail- 
 To cull for a queenly altar. 
 
 Hut -oon the floor wa- set aright, 
 And Peter < ooper .- fact- <:rew height, 
 
 When, like the >\\ell of an organ. 
 All hearts beat time to the lirst quadrille. 
 And the prince confe ed to a jovou- thrill 
 
 A- he danced with Mrs. Morgan. 
 
 Then came the wait/.- the Prince s Own 
 And every har and brilliant tone 
 
 Had iim.-ic .- -\\eete-t grace on; 
 But the prince hiin-elf ne er felt it-- charm 
 Till he slightly cla-ped. with circling arm, 
 
 That lovely prl. Miss Mason. 
 
 But ah ! the work went bravely on, 
 And meek-eyed Peace a trophy won 
 
 By the ma.L ic art of the dancers; 
 For the daring prince .- next exploit 
 \\ a- to league with Scott .- ( amilla Iloyt, 
 
 And overcome the Lancers. 
 
 Be-ide- the-e three, he deignetl to \icld 
 Hi- han.l to Mr-. M. B. Field. 
 
 Mi .lay. and Mi-- Van Bnren ; 
 Mi-- Hi!- II. tOO, \\a< ^iven a place 
 All beautie- fanioii< for their ^race 
 
 I . ! KM to Lake Huron. 
 
 With Mr-. K -rnochan he "lanced. 
 With Mr-. Kd \\anl ( ooper ilanced. 
 
 \\\\\\ Mr-. Behnont capered; 
 With fair Mi-- I i-h. in fairy rig, 
 He tripj>ed a sort of royal ji^r. 
 
 And next Mi-- Butler favored. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 161 
 
 And thus, mid many hopes and fears, 
 By the brilliant light of the chandeliers, 
 
 Did they gayly quaff and revel ; 
 Well pleased to charm a royal prince 
 The only one from old England since 
 
 George Washington was a rebel. 
 
 And so the fleeting hours went by, 
 
 And watches stopped lest Time should fly 
 
 Or that they winding wanted ; 
 Old matrons dozed, and papas smiled, 
 And many a fair one was beguiled 
 
 As the prince danced on, undaunted. 
 
 Tis now a dream the prince s ball, 
 Its vanished glories, one and all, 
 
 The scenes of the fairy tales ; 
 For Cinderella herself was there, 
 And Barnum keeps for trial fair 
 The beautiful slipper deposited there 
 
 By his highness the Prince of Wales. 
 
 THE CRUSADER SONG. 
 
 FROM THE RUSSIAN. 
 
 Before the holy image 
 
 I thrice have bent to-night, 
 And, having paid my orisons, 
 
 Now rush to join the fight ; 
 The fight of faith and fatherland, 
 
 For this I rush afar 
 My life and lance for Russia, 
 
 My fealty to the Czar. 
 
 My sword the only heritage 
 
 My valiant fathers left, 
 Hath bit the flesh o: Sweden, 
 
 And many a Tartar cleft. 
 Too long in shameful idleness 
 
 The rusting blade hath lain, 
 And now it longs for blood to cleanse 
 
 The dull, corroding stain. 
 
 From the summit of the Balkan 
 Our brethren stretch their hands ; 
 
 They pray to us to rescue them 
 
 Their prayers become commands. 
 11 
 
\Ve feel fur tin-in, we ll flight tor tlinn. 
 
 For (iod and us they Meed : 
 
 i he weaponcd strength >f Ku. ia 
 
 To strike for Kuia .- ereed. 
 
 The memories of our Cliun-h are n\ine 1 
 
 Hound Kie\\ s \\hite-ha-tioiied rre-t. 
 The |o\elie-t and the brighte-t town 
 
 I liat ever Turk uppre--ed. 
 Tho-e memories an- con-cerate. 
 
 And shadow forth the doom 
 Which gather- strength in .-ileiice. 
 
 And will quickly burst in gloom. 
 
 The ITO-- nf jiaiu. the spear of might. 
 
 On these our -trength \\ e ca-t : 
 The hand of (Jod protected both 
 
 III age- long ,, crpa-t : 
 Think you our heart- -o -non for 
 
 I he sire- lor whom \\e mourn . 
 Their M>H- -hall hear the Hag of t aitli 
 
 A- it Ity them was home. 
 
 to hreak the Mo-leni s juide. 
 
 To eru-h hi.- creed aeciir.-ed : 
 Then \\elcome lie the Holy War, 
 
 And let it- tenipe-t luir.-t. 
 Be tliis our victor battle-cry 
 
 A- ea-t and -outh \\e |ire-s 
 " 1 he < ;<id that ble--e- K u--ia. 
 
 And the C/.ar the I{u>.-ian- bless!* 1 
 
 Mi: 1MIII.ANTIIKOIMC AM) 1 IKATICA! .. 
 
 We ve borne too long tin- idiot wrong of Cuba s tyrant ma-ters 
 And tamelv ta eu from shattered Spain di-hoimr- and di-a-ter-. 
 The camel s back at length \\ ill crack nor are we like dumb cattle : 
 < ) ur patient strength ha- failed at length peace only come- by battle. 
 King out the bell- ! our banner -\\ell-. in |- reed,,m - hree/e- blow ing : 
 To arm- and up ! this bitter cup is tilled to overllo\\ ing. 
 
 Nor pray nor -peak, but lei he in tone- of thunder ; 
 
 They -lew our brave \\lio \\ent to sa\e the land they rob and plunder. 
 .\roimd the Mum s grim f.i-;ade th- -old of l.ojie/. \\ andcr-. 
 And ( rittenden a glorioii- -hade be-ide him \\alk- and ponder-, 
 i i ( iod of 1V.:< < : that such a- the-e like .1,,^, ^hoiild be garroted 
 ( hoked on: ( ,f life by Spani-h liea-t- tierce, bloody, and be-otted. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 163 
 
 To arms and up ! we brim the cup to vengeance and to glory ! 
 By Western zeal let "Old Castile" be taught a different story ; 
 Let Spanish Dons now learn for once how great the power they ve 
 
 slighted ; 
 By guns and swords, not pens and words, must Cuba s wrongs be 
 
 righted. 
 They ve chained our men, they ve seized our ships, their yoke around 
 
 us twining ; 
 Our " stars" are in a long eclipse we ll bring them forth more shining. 
 
 What pulsing starts from youthful hearts to hear the tocsin pealing ! 
 Their glittering eyes, their fierce replies, betray the inward feeling 
 The hidden thirst of vengeance, nursed through years of mute re 
 straining. 
 
 Hurra ! that torrent forth has burst, no more in meek complaining. 
 The "One Lone Star" shall not be far from our immortal cluster; 
 The Southern Queen shall soon be seen arrayed in Western lustre. 
 
 Then, brethren, up ! one parting cup to Washington and Jackson ; 
 Our sprouting tree of liberty no Spaniard lays an axe on. 
 By Freedom s God ! our lavish blood shall water it to blossom ; 
 No foul garrote shall press our throat, though balls may pierce our 
 
 bosom. 
 
 Ring out the bells ! our banner swells, in Freedom s breezes blowing ; 
 To arms and up ! this bitter cup is filled to overflowing. 
 
 A WALL STREET USURER ON RUSTIC BLISS. 
 
 SECOND ODE FIFTH BOOK OF HORACE. 
 
 "Beatus ille qui procul negotiis." 
 
 He is bless d who, far from city toil, 
 
 As those who lived in elder time, 
 Furrows his own paternal soil, 
 
 Unstained of all usurious crime. 
 The trumpet s voice he will not heed, 
 
 Nor billows raging fierce and loud ; 
 He shuns the bar where suitors plead, 
 
 He shuns the portals of the proud. 
 
 Around the poplar s lofty tops 
 
 He twines the creepers of the vine, 
 Or with his pruning sickle lops 
 
 The boughs that yield no generous wine ; 
 Or in the lonely valley sees 
 
 His herds of cattle wandering far, 
 ( )r stores the honey of his bees 
 
 In chestnut bowl and crystal jar. 
 
HJ4 T/tc Poetical Work of 
 
 ( r -hear- his sheep, or, in tin- hours 
 
 When her bright hrow old Aiitiiinii rear-. 
 Adorned with mellow fruits MTU tlower-. 
 
 llo\v gladly \\ill he ]>luck tin- p<- 
 Ami the rich, gushing jrrape, that \ ie- 
 
 With purple, as a ^it t and charm 
 To tho-e benignant deities 
 
 Who guard from hli^ht his little farm. 
 
 He sleeps heneath some aired oak, 
 
 Or in the tangled meadow lie-. 
 While waters leap from rock to rock. 
 
 And uoodlaiid .-on^- birds till the lk& 
 
 And fountain! Mow with marmnring sr> 
 
 Inviting sleep and hli--ful dream--. 
 
 Hut when old \\ mter. grim and hoar. 
 
 With rain ami snow o erllood- the -<il. 
 With dog^ he hunts the savage hoar 
 
 Into hi- interwo\en toil : 
 The hungry thrush may vainly seek 
 
 To -him his net : the timoroii- hart-. 
 And the wild crane, \\ho-c pinion- 
 
 A foreign clime, reward his care. 
 
 Amid such tranquil -port- a- tl. 
 
 \\ e mi^ht forget oh ! hli-sful re-t 
 Tho-e hara--m^ anxieties 
 
 Which lo\e i-ntail- on everv hrea-t. 
 Children, a uife to tend the hon-e 
 
 (Such as the Sahine mothers ^ive), 
 A -unhun.t and indu-trioii- -pou 
 
 K\en -iich in old Apulia live 
 Who pile- the hallowed hearth on high 
 With hla/.iiiL r fa^ ot-. lui-ht and dr\. 
 A> home her \\eary hnsland turns 
 ten the COttage heacon hum-. 
 In \\icker -he. I- -he shut- the kine. 
 
 Their milk deliciou- to the ; 
 An.l. drawing forth her line-t \\ine, 
 
 1 repaie- the unhoii^ht and tempera; 
 Oh! not the ridie-t f,. ; ,> t that rVr 
 
 I- ..r kin- ITM -preud couhl ]>lea-c me more. 
 N<-r dainty ti-hc-. -\\rct and rare. 
 
 Nor phe.i-ant- hroiiKht from India - -hoiv -. 
 Not all the hainpiet vsealth allo\\- 
 
 A keener reli-h could attain 
 Than oli\e- gathered fmni the hoii^h-. 
 
 And -orrel ^rouin^ <,n the plain. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 165 
 
 ( )r mallows food of all the best 
 
 To keep us free from inward harm ; 
 Or the young lamb, with which I feast 
 
 The guardian god who shields my farm. 
 
 In such a life, how sweet to see 
 
 The well-fed sheep returning home, 
 And weary oxen, droopingly, 
 
 With an inverted ploughshare come, 
 While numerous laborers join their mirth 
 
 Around our happy household hearth. 
 The usurer Alpheus, sick of gain, 
 
 To turn a country farmer bent, 
 Thus sang the pleasures of the plain, 
 
 And vowed to quit his cent per cent ; 
 But Avarice comes the sweet dream flies, 
 And back once more to Kome the veteran usurer hies. 
 
 LETTER FROM JOHN BULL, ESQ., TO JEREMIAH SLY, 
 ESQ., COTTON BROKER, NEW YORK. 
 
 We are fighting for the Turks, Jerry Sly, Jerry Sly ; 
 We are fighting for the Turks, Jerry Sly ; 
 
 We are fighting for the Turks, 
 
 And bombarding Russian works, 
 But a hidden purpose lurks in our eye, Jerry Sly 
 Yes, a hidden purpose lurks in our eye. 
 
 If the Turks were let alone, Jerry Sly, Jerry Sly ; 
 If the Turks were let alone, Jerry Sly, 
 
 Where were Franky Joseph s throne? 
 
 Wouldn t Hungary have her own ? 
 
 And would Poland longer groan in her chains. Jerry Sly ? 
 And would Poland hopeless groan in her chains ? 
 
 Wouldn t Italy be up, Jerry Sly, Jerry Sly ? 
 Wouldn t Italy be up, Jerry Sly ? 
 
 Where would revolution stop ? 
 
 Tis a hydra-headed crop ; 
 
 Into England it might pop, as you know, Jerry Sly, 
 And the queen would have to hop, as you know. 
 
 For a week or something more, Jerry Sly, Jerry Sly ; 
 For a week or something more, Jerry Sly, 
 
 We heard the cannon roar 
 
 All along Silistria s shore, 
 
 But no volley did we pour for the Turks, Jerry Sly ? 
 But we hoped that all was o er with the Turks. 
 
ir,<; 77,. Poetical !!"//* of 
 
 ( >h ! \vo helped tin- Turks a deal. Jerry Sly. Jerry Sly ; 
 Al-erdeen declare- a deal, Jerry Sl\ : 
 
 We In-Ill hack tlu-ir " headlong /eal," 
 
 Gave the Co ack- time to lieal 
 
 The l>ite- of Turki-h steel. a- you know. Jem Sl\ : 
 Ti- a dangerous tiling is /.eal. as you kimu. 
 
 The Crimea we will take. Jerry Sly. Jerry Sly, 
 When the L n is imt awake. Ji-rr\ Sly; 
 
 And tin- I .altic we will make 
 
 Just a little Kn^li-h lake. 
 
 Where the queen a cruise can take, with her spouse. Jerry Sl\ 
 (Lord 1. 1 heaven, -nine pity take on her spouse !; 
 
 Thus we re ti-iitin^ tor the Turk-. .Ferry Sly. Jerry Sly ; 
 To the Turk- \\e;ri\e our aid. Jerr\ Sh.Jenv Slv; 
 T< the Turk- -udi pn-ciou- aiiL Jei r\ Sl\. 
 
 That their -oldiers \\e dela\cd. 
 
 I .eatin^ l>ack the Kiis-iaii raid. 
 
 While lou^ protocol- \\e made they re in ]iriut Jerry Sl\ : 
 No one read.- them. I m afraid, though m print. 
 
 Then we sent them Lord Dnndas. Jcrr\ Sly. JeiT\ Sly ; 
 Sent them Admiral 1 Mindas. Jerry Sly. 
 
 Sa\ in^. " Let the Ku--ian- 
 
 (lie s a hoary, drixelin^ Mt, 
 
 Who. unless the sea \\ere ^la-s. wouldn t Innl^e. Jerry Sly.) 
 So Sinope came to pass, a- we j 
 
 As Sebastopol was strong. Jerry Sly. Jerry Sly. 
 Anil we hate to li-ht the -tn.n<:. Jerry Sly, 
 
 \\"e did with coward wrou^ 
 
 To unarmed ( )de--a throng 
 
 P.y the rule- of war t\\a- \\ ron^. a- i- said. Jerry Sly 
 Hut her courage made her -troii^r: so \\,. Hed. 
 
 Thus we re ti-htiii- for the Turks. Jerr\ Sl\ : 
 \\"e aie ti^htin^ tor the Turk-. 
 And lioml-ardin^ Kii-sian woi k-. 
 
 I -ut a hidden purpo-e lurk- in our e\e. Jerry Sly 
 A mu-t sini-tcr purjiose lurk- in our e\. . 
 
 THK AUTHOR S RITUAL. 
 
 Who er would de-ire to \\rite a lK)k 
 In day- of -uch -e\ere nioralit\. 
 
 Let him even upon thi- precept look: 
 
 That to tell the truth i- a plump ra-cality. 
 
diaries Graham Halpine. 167 
 
 The world so virtuous now has grown 
 That cant is the only way of wooing it, 
 
 The dog don t object to steal the bone, 
 
 But barks when he s righteously kicked for doing it. 
 
 If to please the crowd you only write, 
 
 Declare that your readers are all seraphim ; 
 That this is the only age of light, 
 
 And that all before with guilt were very dim. 
 Declare that if ever the angels trod 
 
 A sinless earth, they now are treading it ; 
 That your fathers deserved the wrath of God, 
 
 And you wonder he took so long in sheddkig it ; 
 
 But that, now the world is filled with saints, 
 
 Your strongest praise than their worth is fainter ; 
 The brighter each portrait the artist paints, 
 
 Why, the more the painted applaud the painter. 
 In fact, tis the readiest thing on earth 
 
 To win your way by fulsome flattery ; 
 But make of a foible of vice your mirth, 
 
 And its friends indict you for tort and battery. 
 
 Declare that each woman is now as pure 
 
 As the new-fallen snow on, the Himalayas ; 
 That never did queen with more regal mien 
 
 Or dignified footstep skim a dais ; 
 Declare that the moon and each starry world 
 
 Grows dim in the blaze of her eyes full lustre 
 That the tendril vine has more neatly curled 
 
 Since it borrowed the grace of her ringlet s cluster. 
 
 Declare to the men they are brave and just, 
 
 Fulfilling in peace each ordination 
 That they never are plagued with wine or lust. 
 
 Kor find in mammon the least temptation ; 
 Declare that each man who pretends to faith 
 
 Devoutly feels what his tongue professes ; 
 That truth gives her sanction to all he saith, 
 
 And that virtue his every action blesses. 
 
 In short, if you will but tell lies enough, 
 
 Giving each grown babe his toy of coral. 
 You may sell a heap of the baldest stuff* 
 
 That ever a parson dubbed as " moral !" 
 To " hold up the mirror" is not your part 
 
 The likeness then would be far too real ; 
 The world from its own foul face would start 
 
 You must give it a rainbow-hued ideal. 
 
Th< Poetical H-,/-* of 
 
 I UK OLD BACHELOR S NEW YEAU. 
 
 Oh, thi .-]>rin- hath le-s of hri-litne-- 
 
 Every year. 
 And the snow a ;;ha-tlier whiteness 
 
 I:\.MV year; 
 
 Nor do summer blo-^oms quicken, 
 Nor does autumn fruitage tliickru 
 As it did the season- -icken 
 
 Eu-ry \ear. 
 
 It is rowiii<: cold and culd.T 
 
 ! . MTV \car. 
 And I t i i-1 that I am oidcr 
 
 Every year : 
 
 Ami my limtis are le ela-tir. 
 And my fancy nut x> j.lastic 
 Yea, my habits grow m< ma-tic 
 
 Every year. 
 
 "Pi- becoming bleak and bleaker 
 
 K\erv venr, 
 And my li<)]>e- are \\a\in^ \\eakrr 
 
 Kvery \ear : 
 
 Care I now tin- merry dancing, 
 ( )r for e\ex \\ ith )a--ioii glancing? 
 Love i- le-- and le-- entraneiiig 
 
 K\ery year. 
 
 Oh, the days that I have squandered 
 
 I-;\ery year. 
 And the friend-hi:- rudely sundeivd 
 
 I try year : 
 
 ( M the tie- that mi^ht have twined m- . 
 I ntil time to death re-i^netl me. 
 My intinnities remiu.l me 
 
 I . -r\ \ear. 
 
 Sad and -ad to look before US 
 
 K\ery \car. 
 With a hea\ ier -hado\s o er u- 
 
 l- .\ery \ear : 
 
 To behold each M08MMB faded. 
 And to kiiou \\e mi^ht have made u 
 An immortal garland, braided 
 
 li oimd the \ear. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 169 
 
 Many a spectral, beckoning finger, 
 
 Year by year, 
 Chides me that so long I linger, 
 
 Year by year ; 
 
 Every early comrade sleeping 
 In the church-yard, whither, weeping, 
 I alone unwept am creeping 
 
 Year by year. 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 QUEEN VABIETY A SKETCH FKOM LIFE. 
 
 A summer twilight, soft, serene, 
 
 When led by one, her earliest vassal 
 
 The poet first beheld the queen 
 Of many hearts and Carbon Castle. 
 
 An oval face, the eyes as clear 
 
 As star-gleams on a fountain dashing ; 
 
 The brows where pleasant thoughts appear 
 Forever varied, changing, flashing. 
 
 A wealth of beauty seldom seen, 
 A regal grace of form and gesture ; 
 
 And as might well befit a queen 
 Some silken opulence of vesture. 
 
 A queen by right of power to reign, 
 
 Her sceptre hid in flowers that wreathe it, 
 
 For crown a royalty of brain, 
 
 With a true woman s heart beneath it. 
 
 Eyes black and luminous, searching out 
 The very soul s recondite essence ; 
 
 And ease which sets at ease all doubt, 
 Even of the timid, in her presence. 
 
 Oh, armory of a woman s wit, 
 
 With side-arm smiles from floor to rafter, 
 I ve seen a thousand facts submit 
 
 Before her fire of Minie laughter. 
 
 Sweet laughter, silvery as the strain 
 
 Which the lark sings when heavenward going ; 
 Trismntic bubbles of the brain 
 
 In currents musical outflowing. 
 II 
 
17< 77.. Po*iM Work of 
 
 Ah me! tlic long. calm summer e\e. 
 
 Tin- du>ky tuilight closing round u- : 
 Tin- porch \\herein her words did \\.-.i\r 
 
 NeU llie.-he- to tin. 1 lift that hoimd Us. 
 Till very hrce/.c- seemed to move 
 
 On tiptoe. d-dlving with her gm< 
 The fountain- in I IK- dark alcove 
 
 Shot >tar\vanl \\\> \\itli li>tcnin^ la- Bt, 
 
 She -in-- .ni.l not the oriole - throat 
 Pours lln-hrr mu>ic MIIIIIIKT inoniings ; 
 
 Kadi ^f-tnn- of the hand or loot 
 
 I- in-linct \\ith most snhtle warnings. 
 
 A garland from Titania - houcr. 
 
 Where twice the -aine lea\e- never ClltCr, 
 
 "iily one uinanin^ flower 
 The ne ofkindue in the centre. 
 
 A crown ol ji-\\els i.r a rin^ 
 
 In ditl erent lights each inoiiient chan^in- : 
 A fancy ever on the wing, 
 
 To novel scenes and topic- ranging. 
 
 The fairy rooms, the ^litterin^ queen, 
 The many splendor- -cattercd round 11- : 
 
 The rich piod ta-te \\hich ruled. I wei-n. 
 
 Where that -\\eet -Miuiner evening found 11-. 
 
 Tin- ehony ca-ket of cigars 
 
 Ou each lirnwn tuhe a nieniory linger-: 
 That night heneath the watching 
 
 No sweeter contra-t to white lin. 
 
 : to that ca-kct I have -aid. 
 
 And peace he witlrthe gi.hleii-thiot: 
 Small lla-k- in \\hich lay iced and hid 
 
 The -nn-\\ine- they are du-t who hottlcd. 
 
 Th ..... -hoe- floating. Ihittering yet. 
 
 From all dear iionk- of memor\ -tartin ; 
 The tali-man--" We once have met 
 
 And parted, neither glad for parting :" 
 
 No cloud thi- halcyon memory screen. 
 
 l. a/e rather all that lead- or follou - : 
 And let thi> e\eiiini, with our (juecil 
 
 B -till her faithful \a--al .- BO! 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 171 
 
 SECOND BOOK OF HORACE, SIXTEENTH ODK 
 
 FREELY TBANBLATED JiY CHARLES 13RO ADBEN T. 
 
 TO WIDESWAKTH. 
 
 Wideswarth, the man who sails on the wide ocean 
 When a dark tempest has obscured the moon, 
 
 And not a star shines through the fierce commotion 
 Of warring clouds along the horizon strewn 
 
 No light to guide his vessel will he cease 
 
 To ask of heaven the one great boon of peace ? 
 
 Thrace prays for peace when her wild lances shiver 
 Amid the shock of battle, and for peace 
 
 The Mede, whose shoulders wear the graceful quiver, 
 Prays to the gods but it is not for these ; 
 
 Not by rich gems the treasure can be bought, 
 
 Gold crowns and purple can affect it not. 
 
 Tis not in ancient pride or regal treasure 
 To win us rest ; nor can the arm of law 
 
 Eject grim care from the abode of pleasure, 
 Nor bid it from the inmost heart withdraw ; 
 
 Around the gilded roof grief wings its flight, 
 
 Even like an owl amid the noonday light. 
 
 The man has peace who, happy on a little, 
 Sits down contented to his frugal board ; 
 
 Who knows and feels that Fortune s gifts are brittle, 
 Nor like a miser seeks to swell his hoard ; 
 
 Him neither care nor avarice will keep 
 
 From days of joy and nights of gentle sleep. 
 
 Why do we change our country for another, 
 That glows perchance beneath a brighter sun ? 
 
 Can we escape ourselves, or can we smother 
 The griefs that with us o er the wide earth run ? 
 
 Swift as the stag, and with the whirlwind s force, 
 
 They climb the ship, and ride beside the horse. 
 
 A mind well based ne er questions of the morrow 
 It feels the present, and enjoys the hour ; 
 
 Nor asks the future for its share of sorrow 
 
 Twill come one day, and we must bide its power. 
 
 Even then a smile will gild the gloomy strife, 
 
 And mingle sweetness in the cup of life. 
 
The Poetical Works of 
 
 Fate -Hatched away Achilles ere his n 
 
 In its meridian hrilliaiicv had -hone : 
 Tithonn- wept that In- grew old and hoary, 
 
 And li\ed. though all that he hath |M\C, | were gone 
 And Time with partial hand mav ^i\e in me 
 Sonic juy or hd].c that it denied to tliee. 
 
 A hundred (lock- Meat round vonr happv dwelling 
 Sicilian heifer> low, and honM nei^h 
 
 Kich j. urple n.t.e-. ofcosth i.ii<ir> nnelliog, 
 
 Knwrap y.,n n.nnd : wh ile on j m humble \\av 
 I-ate hath bflrtOWed a Mnaller ftefe- IOOM \\it. 
 And a contein])t lur those who laii^h at it. 
 
 A BLOOMER LYKK . 
 
 "MOST Ml -KM.. M.i-l Ml I.\M ll il.Y." 
 
 Oil. lailies. li-t the ditty -uilg 
 
 A (lolcful ditty. \erv 
 About u BlOOmer fair" and young 
 
 They called her Mrs. 1 erry ; 
 Who. <jiiite rc^ardlc>> oi the law. 
 
 1 id lea\e her -|.oil-e- <,h. heavens! 
 She wore the j.;nit<. and panted ti.r 
 
 The laule-- love <.if I,e\ ins. 
 
 \>(>\\. 
 
 In Moiison. Ma--., the hickle-- sjtouse 
 
 (Made lucky l.y the riddai 
 I roprieted a \irtiioii> hmi-e 
 
 That is (o -ay. he did olioe); 
 lint Levins ( loii^h. with In a-- enough 
 
 T" make a copper kettle. 
 On Mr-. 1 . fall. 1 fftM i- me!) 
 
 Hi- le\\d repird did settle. 
 
 Bow, wow. \\ow 
 
 And -he .lid -ay unto herself, 
 
 "Shall I. the -la\e ofdnt\. 
 I5c laid upon the matron >hrlf 
 
 T< \\a-te away my lieantv ? 
 N", U". Il.-in- -t .-rtli I hear command. 
 
 flKMgh pfin Mi- I rn.lence iju.-irn-l> : 
 I ve worn my hn-liaiid - dreeche-. and 
 
 I ll make a I. reach nf moral-." 
 
 Bow, wow. wow. 
 
diaries Graham Halpine. 173 
 
 So, like a high, strong-minded wife, 
 
 She told him her intention, 
 Prepared to face his jealous strife 
 
 Against her vow s infraction ; 
 But he (oh ! what a brute is man !) 
 
 Cried, " If we may be sundered 
 I m very poor but yet I can 
 
 Afford to pay a hundred." 
 
 Bow, wow, wow. 
 
 So let us drink to Mr. P. 
 
 Both in Champagne and Sherry 
 May each be-Bloomered husband be 
 
 As fortunate as Perry. 
 And may the naughty girls, who wear 
 
 The manly pants and braces, 
 Ne er be embraced by manly arms, 
 
 Nor kissed by bearded faces. 
 
 Bow, wow, wow. 
 
 And here s a glass to Mrs. P. 
 
 A full-fledged Bloomer, very 
 Who found a way at least to make 
 
 Her doleful husband merry. 
 And may all wives, who lead their lives 
 
 At sixes and at sevens, 
 Exchange a husband s honest love 
 
 For such a scamp as Levins. 
 
 Bow, wow, wow. 
 
 NEW YORK CRYSTAL PALACE. 
 
 Ye wha direct the Exhibition, 
 An manage a things wi precision, 
 Mock na a simple bard s petition, 
 
 Wha s pouch is bare, 
 An yet wad like to feast his vision 
 
 On yon big fair. 
 
 Tis true I m but a poortith wight, 
 Come here to wrastle and to fight 
 For roof an hearth, claes an bite ; 
 
 My voice is sma , 
 But no afeard to crack the right 
 
 Afore ye a . 
 
174 y//, roetical Works of 
 
 Though \\\ \\ cent- IK- -ma t.i you, 
 A mere card-counter, like eneu^h, 
 ThereV moiiy an hone.-t lad uad rue 
 
 That -ma amount , 
 Hi- hairns lellie< maun IK- t n , 
 
 An trifles count. 
 
 It yours were like a kiutra -how. 
 To \\hicli hut aince we -peer to O, 
 Your honiiie charge, thon^h tar t rae low, 
 
 I nail na >him ; 
 I d in, an tak the t mviiHM row. 
 
 An BM the fun. 
 
 lint your- i- nac >ic t c. kle-< play 
 That anc can ken it in a dav. 
 I nl 1 --. in a he\\ildm-d way. 
 
 He ^apr- an glower- : 
 Sic wark demand- an wad repay 
 
 Sax-con- o hour.-. 
 
 An how, I a-k. can chiels atlord, 
 \\ ha > j;ain> are >nia an lahor lianl, 
 A inuoklc -uni that .-lionld he -harcd 
 
 Wi his wee hodic- ? 
 I m tea re 1 the\M lai k I or heil an hoard, 
 
 An -hoe- an duddies. 
 
 l- orhve. in an industrial tilt. 
 Though ither ila^ r - he hoimicr i^ilf, 
 \Vha > hanner should ^an^ fir.-t in till t 
 
 I nle-s o" tho-e 
 NVha s joints hae crai-k d, \\lia - sweat was >]-i 
 
 A tore it tOM? 
 
 What hae the rich, the di//en d croud. 
 
 In a the place to niak them proud ? 
 
 1 he\ \e neither welded, wove, nor plow d. 
 
 Nor Idear d their ecu, 
 Whvle- Lahor may proclaim aloud. 
 
 " The slm\v i- mine !" 
 
 " l- rae deep t oiuidat \< ill e en to dome. 
 
 int i in ai-le- through \\hidi \nti roam. 
 The gallery that, li^ht a> tnani. 
 
 < > ! a expand-. 
 The p. dace an it- trea-ure- cmne 
 
 I r.-e the-e ron^rh hand-." 
 
Charles Graham llalpine. 175 
 
 Let Sedgwick now a sonsy man 
 
 Tell the directors o his plan, 
 
 An say, " Though wrangly we began, 
 
 Tis time to truckle ; 
 A thousand mickle soon outrun 
 
 The fivescore muckle." 
 
 Here folk frae ilka clime are met 
 A wae-disposed, monarchic set 
 A peerin roun , if they can get 
 
 (Lang may they need then. ! ) 
 Home proofs to say that " Labor yet 
 
 Wins nocht frae Freedom/ 
 
 Ye may despise us an ye will, 
 
 But we re the els maun foot your bill ; 
 
 The " Upper Ten hae looked their till, 
 
 An , should you flout us, 
 I m feared yell hae an empty till 
 
 At least without us. 
 
 An what for no should we na win, 
 Some points demand it out an in ? 
 The stummocks o us workin men 
 
 Are easy snarlin , 
 But ower the whirligig we grin 
 
 Like iSternie s starlin . 
 
 Let Sedgwick tak anither thought : 
 Kickshaws to labor s wame are naught, 
 Nor can we pay the prices sought 
 
 By those bright Lisses 
 Frae whom mysel , yestreen, I bought 
 
 Twa jelly glasses. 
 
 Dupont an Davis soldiers baith 
 
 I swear till ye, upon my aith, 
 
 That, though ye aft hae grappled death 
 
 Wi sabres carvin , 
 Ye wadna bide the risin wrath 
 
 O downright starvin . 
 
 I m done ; nor care I now a flea 
 If high or low you gar it be ; * 
 But this I swear, nae doit frae me 
 
 Your nieves shall mortar, 
 Till into your big house the key 
 
 Is "Cash one quarter." 
 
1 7; The Poetical Works of 
 
 nil. l.\ T.UGLADES WITHDRAW 
 
 1:.* YCLEE AND MALLOBY TAKING LEAVE. 
 
 As they n-e tn take their leave 
 
 Of tin- (>l.i familiar hall, 
 Their manly -idc- did hea\e 
 
 In tin- UtteraeM <>f gall; 
 
 Twa- a sad and gloomv hour 
 
 To men -o iVainrd a- thev. 
 Km-. he-ide- their !> of place and power, 
 
 They al-o ]o-t their pay : 
 Ye-, l>e-ide- tlirir In of j.laci; and JMI\VIT, 
 
 They also lost their |ay. 
 
 A- tlii v view the fiv-ciM-.l hall. 
 
 Still loth t.) .init their male-. 
 In the filtered lu-ain- that tall 
 
 Thron-li the blazoned shields of state, 
 Though no ar^iimtMit for love 
 
 Of our common tla^ they sought, 
 Yet the >unli^ht stn-amiu^ from above 
 
 Thi- I Hi. .11 le->oii fatigiit 
 Yea. the Me ed sunlight from al>ove 
 
 Thi- I niMii le on taught: 
 
 " A- the >iin. Mipreme and bright. 
 
 Shining equally on all. 
 Piimvtli duun a Common light 
 
 On thi> cr\Mal-eo\ered hall. 
 S.P our 1 nioii --orb of 01 K- 
 
 She.U a glory lix,.,l and true, 
 Though the -hield ot e\ery Mate ah<nrh- 
 
 Sum. bc.niix ofdiffiaram line; 
 
 Though the Mliel.l ..f e\rry Mat.- a> 
 S(.me beaiiiN of \aried hue. 
 
 Would you tear the temple lown. 
 
 Change our ble-ing ,,, ;l (,.,,. % 
 And pluck from nationhood the crown 
 
 h cost M. much to gain ? 
 If no inner voice upbraid-. 
 
 If no patriot prompting- warn. 
 \\ ick to your -\\amp- and everglade- 
 
 Where alligator- -warm 
 : liidian-haiiute.l -\\amiisanilglade- 
 
 Where allJL ati r- -warm. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 177 
 
 " We may hearken to. your call, 
 
 And take pity on your fate, 
 When the monsters round you crawl, 
 
 And the red men lie in wait ; 
 Some relief we may afford 
 
 But tempt us not too far ; 
 A thousand years have not restored 
 
 The Pleiads wandering star 
 The six bright sisters have ignored 
 
 That sad, repentant star. 
 
 ; Now go, if go you must ; 
 
 We fling the portals wide ; 
 Go, if you think your quarrel just, 
 
 And dare its trial bide ; 
 Our Union s dome beneath 
 
 We miss no single star, 
 No weapons shall our hands unsheath 
 
 Your homeward way to bar 
 Twine for yourselves a separate wreath, 
 
 And shine a single star. 
 
 " Of many flowers and vines 
 
 In glittering contrast, now r 
 The garland of the Union shines 
 
 On freedom s radiant brow ; 
 The bud you gave take down, 
 
 But think of this and heed 
 To-day tis portion of a crown, 
 
 To-morrow but a weed 
 To-day tis part of Freedom s crown ; 
 
 Removed a worthless weed. " 
 
 The two grew pale and thin, 
 
 And they trembled in their shoes ; 
 Yea, every inch of quivering skin 
 
 Exuded icy dews ; 
 But to treason they were pledged, 
 
 Though they found the trial sore, 
 And, as nearer to the door they edged, 
 
 They blubbered more and more ; 
 To Disunion as they nearer edged, 
 
 Her features shocked them more. 
 
 At last they fled away 
 
 Into darkness to their fate. 
 
 God speed them ! we can only pray, 
 And save them ere too late ; 
 
 12 II 2 
 
17s ThePoetic.ii Work of 
 
 And Cod -ave all the weak 
 
 Who. tVniM -ome tancied wrong, 
 
 Throw otr not knowing what they -eek- 
 1 In- Luckier of the >trong 
 
 The I iiion * Ixuid td -e\er -eek. 
 uckler dt tin- -trong. 
 
 TF.N TEARS TOO LATF. 
 
 I own thy licauty once did thrill 
 My every vein \\itli living liiv. 
 
 My .-dill lay -nhject to thy will, 
 
 I kill with frowns \\ith mules in-pire : 
 
 lint pa--i<>n calm- it- hcadldii- tide. 
 
 And ydiithfiil diram- \\ill dininier ^row 
 
 When met with that unyielding jnide 
 Such a- \\as Vdiir- ten \ear- a^n. 
 
 ( hie heedle>s word can oft de-tn>y 
 
 I he hojic to \\liidi a >diil i- clinging; 
 1 he ti-mU-r tldwer of love and joy 
 
 Can ln-ddk lid -torm aeno- it -.\inging. 
 Sd. lady, let us Itotll f or.L et 
 
 The thought tis only pain to know. 
 And meet a- though we ne er had met 
 
 In that past life ten years ago." 
 
 r.iirni OF Tin; BATTLE FEAR 
 
 OMENS OF EIGHTEEN 
 
 y :iinl dark \sa- the ni^ht. \\hen a Fate 
 ( l.inidred. and Imidlv, ont-ide the jratc : 
 11 < ipi-n and tlin^ the I lead Year out 
 W.-lcdiin- the Neu \\ith a le-tal -hdiit ! 
 Ti~ a rnd.lv rhilil. \\ith .limple.l liml.-. 
 And e\e> that no (are cr -uri du dim- : 
 Welcdine it, then, with cheer- and hymns 
 \\Clcdiiie the \dim^ New "\ car I" 
 
 Ne\er a laugh through the ca-tle rang. 
 Hut the holts -hot hack with a heavy clang; 
 The Ilickerin;: lamp- g:m a wan hhie li-ht 
 A- tin- l.la-t ru-hed in lV..m the -leety night: 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 
 
 179 
 
 And around the couch of the dying year, 
 With faces reflecting both sorrow and fear, 
 Gathered the waiters from far and near 
 
 Not a smile for the young New Year. 
 
 Beneath black rafters, curving down 
 O er a floor of black and walls of brown, 
 Stretched on a pallet, with struggling breath, 
 The Old Year sought the escape of death ; v 
 While around him stood, in a mute, sad ring, * 
 Many who only had felt his sting, 
 But who feared some more evil and hideous thing 
 In the reign of the young New Year. 
 
 " Fling wide the carved and ponderous door: 
 Lift him gently, and walk before, 
 Ye with the hoods and rods of white ; 
 Carry him out into empty night ; 
 For the clock betokens the midnight hour, 
 And his death- knell tolls in the ivied tower 
 This moment, for weal or woe, to power 
 Ascends the young New Year. 
 
 "Dark Fate, with clouds and shadows capped, 
 In whose wide mantle, close enwrapped, 
 The young New Year is hither borne, 
 Hath the world cause to smile or mourn? 
 What say the omens of his reign ? 
 What do the Destinies ordain 
 Is it peace or battle, joy or pain ? 
 
 Speak for the young New Year. " 
 
 No word the dark, mute Fate let fall 
 As her shadow flitted across the wall; 
 Hut, bending over the vacant couch, 
 One moment she appeared to crouch ; 
 Then, rising, towering higher and higher, 
 Seen by the light of the flickering fire, 
 Just on her exit the lamps expire 
 
 Sad sign for the young New Year. 
 
 "Trim the lights afresh till they all burn bright ; 
 Fill the wassail bowl for one festal night ; 
 Burn larger logs till the flames reveal 
 Those shapes which the shadows now conceal; 
 Let the oldest flagons of wine be brought, 
 And the best old s-tories our fathers taught, 
 And the songs that were dearest in youth be sought 
 To welcome the young New Year." 
 
180 n> r</ al Work* <>f 
 
 N> |ra--ed the iii^lit ill a feveri-h <! 
 In plea-nre- that had a hectic tfleam : 
 For beneath tin- x"V>t -mile. t :!i- forced. 
 Cold tremors of terror thrilled and conr-ed ; 
 And the groined mot , curving grimly dimn 
 < > <! a lloor of Mack antl v\all- of brown, 
 Had a my-tical threat a ]>n>j>hi ti<- frown 
 A- we ta-;ed the voting New Year. 
 
 Whrn morning ilauiu-d anil the >had<>\\v ik-d, 
 \Vf drew tin- curtain>, and nmnd the bed 
 All ^atlu-rt-d to M-f what the Kate had left 
 To ivjihuv the ( )ld Vi-ar, o! life heret t. 
 "l \\a- a >iekly child, of a \\aii. pale face. 
 With mam a mutter and strange grimace 
 
 .t Jioor exchange \\ e ha\e had in plac- 
 Of the deiid and ^oiie ( )ld Year. 
 
 But let s make the I..M of tlie e\il- known- 
 Let the holde-t front to the foe he >hmvn ; 
 For -till in tlie heart of tin- nation d\\ell> 
 A pul-e tliat true to the 1 nion >\\e!U; 
 And |>erhaj>s the omen- ue no\\ deplore. 
 Heralding carna.Lre iVinn .-liore to shore, 
 May he le--oii- inerelv. and nothing in 
 
 De-i^ned for the young New Year. 
 
 So hrin^ the garlands and deck tlie couch. 
 Let the prophets .1 ^, MM 1 their faith avouch ; 
 Let every forehodin.ic of e\ il fade. 
 And the hirth of thi< oiniiion- \ear he made 
 Soj..\oii^ ;ind fe-ti\c. \\ith MTII: and wine. 
 That, even thoiiL h coming \\ilh ill de-iLrn. 
 The purpose of \\I-OIIL: it may yet re-i-rn 
 Thus we drink to the yi.uu \ ^ 
 
 TIIIIJTV TRASS ni 1). 
 
 T\\ a- t\\el\e o cloc-k. and the IIOIIM- wa-> hil-hed : 
 
 The tire \\a- low- twas wintry weather; 
 The minor \\ith lurid li^ lit wa- iln-hed. 
 
 And the very chair- -eemed to creep together. 
 I -at and thought, in a dreamv v\a\. 
 
 Of dear old i riend< and dear old ]<\.\ 
 And round UH- gathered an <>dd arrav 
 
 Of old, faiita-tir. fiiendly t. 
 
Charles Graham If alpine. 181 
 
 Sitting alone in my easy-chair, 
 
 Slippered and gowned for a night of leisure, 
 Suddenly came a step on the stair, 
 
 Halting and slow as an old man s measure. 
 Twisting around with a nervous start 
 
 As I heard the door-knob click and rattle, 
 You could hear the beatings of my heart 
 
 As 1 braced myself for a burglar battle. 
 
 Nearer and nearer the footsteps grew ; 
 
 Holding my breath, I braced my sinews ; 
 Slower it came as closer it drew 
 
 "Tis death,"! muttered, " if this continues. 
 Come!" 1 cried, with a nervous twinge; 
 
 And opening stealthily, half way shrinking, 
 The door revolved on its silver hinge, 
 
 And my heart the while kept sinking sinking. 
 
 In then popped an old white head, 
 
 Curiously wrinkled, curiously ruddy : 
 " Old Father Time I am called," he said ; 
 
 "May I pay you a visit in your study ?" 
 I laughed : "Oh ho ! no burglar this ! 
 
 Welcome, old Time, thou doubt-dissolver ; 
 But it s well for you, by Jove it is, 
 
 That I hadn t my hand on a Colt s revolver." 
 
 Bitterly smiled the wrinkled man 
 
 Bitterly smiled as in sad derision : 
 "Killing old Time is an easy plan, 
 
 Which thousands appear to have made their mission. 
 But you, "and here he grimly bowed, 
 
 The grimmest of all grim smiles dispensing, 
 "Are neither so hot-brained, nor half so loud 
 
 As you were when the race was first commencing. 
 
 "You ve learned, I guess, that the world is not 
 
 A bowl in which only sweet things mingle ; 
 That pleasure and pain are the common lot, 
 
 Which seldom or never approach us single ; 
 You are taught that words do not always show 
 
 The heart s sincere and true confession ; 
 And you ve learned to scan the straight-laced man, 
 
 Who is loudest and longest in fair profession." 
 
 " So far, all s well ; but more remains : 
 You must now take care of the dollars dirty ; 
 
 A man should have something to show for his pains 
 By the time he turns the stile of thirty. 
 
i> L > 77,, /w/,w/ If 
 
 (Jet you a wife!" At lh:it fearful thought, 
 Waking, from out my chair I Marled : 
 
 " ( "l . v : ". v printer s devil cried, 
 
 And my \i-imi of I line wa- a thing departed. 
 
 SI MILKS. 
 
 One asked me where the -unlight grew, 
 
 And where it ne\er die- ? 
 In -ilenre tlien I pointed to 
 
 The heaven in Mhia - BJW. 
 
 Another, where the moon dotli gn 
 \Vlien paled hy nioniiug s glare ? 
 
 (ia/.i -.i/e on S\l\ia > hrcast of SHOW, 
 You ll >i f e the nio onlight there." 
 
 A third said, where doth Virtue re-i . 
 Thru forth my word- did Mart : 
 
 11 In >\ 1\ ia s tar ymi ll find cxju.- 
 The gootine-- oi lu-r heart." 
 
 In M-an-h of lieanty. ^raee, ami wit, 
 
 No longer vainly -tray. 
 Nvk Sylvia s -hrinr. and at her feet 
 
 Your hunihle-t homage jiay. 
 
 M-\V VERSION OF JOHN BROWN. 
 
 U ITH IMMKNSK EKITCT ItY Till: llli::! i:iln|.|: l-l \S|. 
 ill-. \-lT\rm I. I,, nil -II Mil M.\I\ i-oKI tt, MARCH 8*1. 
 
 Words hy Ki-v. M. A. French, LL.D. ; Music by Smiff. 
 
 ; Ye tir-t \rr-e n-* ite- yr entirely trinniphal manner of(ieiieral Vn<- 
 ter .- entr\ into Port Knyal 1 larhor. thereuuto jiddiug ye attitiule 
 in which ye genei-al returned to Norfl ( aroliuy. ] 
 .Inliii .. Potter, nh : he l.nmglit hi- l.udy South. 
 John (J. Fo-ter. oh ! lie brought hi- hody Sciith. 
 Hut .lohnny ha- gone home\\anl with hi- finger- in hi- mouth. 
 A- \\ e eo inarrhing on. 
 
 Sing [<-horu- l.-.l hy y at di-tingui-hed suldicr-iuun. lirigadici 
 
 .1 I.. 1.. l ..ttrr] 
 Sing (ilory, glory liallelujah. etc.. nr. 
 
 Vrr-e -rrniid, ehiiutrd after \e manner of a dirge ).\- ve I rigaditM" 
 (,enrr;d I..-dley. with \e .-taiie.l. red -houlder-.-I i. : -rth \- 
 
Charles Graham Hal/pine. 183 
 
 object which brought ye great General Foster South, and reflects 
 
 unbecomingly on ye powers of ye second Big Ingin Potter as a 
 
 pleader.] 
 
 John G. Foster, oh ! for Charleston he was hot, 
 
 John G. Foster, oh . for Charleston he was hot, 
 
 He gave his case to Potter, but ye pleader went to pot, 
 
 And Hunter marched him on. 
 
 Sing [chorus led by ye man with starred, red shoulder-straps, 
 and illustrated with recriminating variations by ye great 
 soldier-man Potter] 
 Sing Glory, glory hallelujah, etc., etc. 
 
 [Verse Third pays ye homage of devout admiration to ye unsurpass 
 ed and magnificent qualities of ye members of ye great Conqueror 
 Foster s staff all ye members of ye staff, without exception, join 
 ing in ye chorus at ye top of their voices, but none others singing. 
 Chorus led by Surgeon Snelling, ye medical director.] 
 John G. Foster, oh ! had a brilliant staff, 
 John G. Foster, oh ! had a brilliant staff, 
 But honest Uncle David, oh ! he couldn t stand their chaff, 
 
 And so he marched them on. 
 
 Ping [chorus led with a will by Lieutenant Colonel Francis 
 Darr, ye chief commissary, who has pledged himself to is 
 sue extra rations of ye beverage known as " B. Whisky" to 
 every one outside ye staff itself who will join in ye above 
 verse] 
 Sing Glory, glory hallelujah, etc., etc. 
 
 [Verse Fourth recites, with a vigor and terseness that is refreshing, 
 ye action taken by ye real Big Ingin of ye department, otherwise 
 known as ye "Uncle David," and which action was communicated 
 to ye brilliant staff aforesaid, as his high appreciation of their 
 many excellent qualities, by ye fierce little man y clept Major K. 
 Worthington Smiff, with two eft s.] 
 
 " Git out of my department," was our Uncle David s cry, 
 " Git out of my department," was our angry uncle s cry, 
 "Away to John G. Foster by the first conveyance fly, 
 
 And say I m marching on." 
 
 Sing [chorus led by ye gay and festive Fessenden, with ac 
 companiments of high old equestrian feats by ye boy Skinner 
 and ye Acting Assistant Adjutant General Sealy, Acting 
 Deputy Commodore Kinzie playing a break-down on ye 
 banjo, and dancing ye same, while ye agent of Adam* * Kx- 
 press chimes in with ye appropriate melody of a Hebiew s 
 labial and dental harp] 
 Sing Glory, glory hallelujah, etc., etc. 
 
The -Poetical \\ ,,rk of 
 
 Fifth i- Of J6 deeply and toiichingly pathetic kind, all the 
 chief mourners ha\ing wet red cotton kerchief- applied to their 
 -treaming eye-- the \outh Samuel Stockton ghing an occa.-imial 
 mop with hi- o\\n \\ipe to ye -ircaming vi>ionar\ orh- of ( Jenend 
 BKNir, \\hoM- hand- arc occupied in pla\ ing \e Dead March < ( 
 Saul on a flute -pecially muffled for \e occa-ion hy Lieutenant 
 Colonel .!. ! . Hall. 1 . M.( ,. ineaninn; Trovidcr of Mu>i-al Cear 
 for the Department. Se\eral ciillud ]HI->IIIIN enter \\hile thi- 
 chorus i- piin^, xjuee/.e the red cotton kerchief-, into l.uckct>. 
 which are then carried down to \e ^,,,,,1 ..[^j, ".Inlni Karon. "and 
 there pre-ent.-d to ye ^icat >oldicr-inan I- .. ]]. 1 otter. in a neat 
 -peech. deli\ered in Con^o lialect l.y ye hoy "Co&gn,"who 
 has heeii retained for thi> cereimmy.] 
 l- or John (i. I- o-tei". hoy-. \ve drop our tender tours, 
 And for the staff of Fo-ter. hoys, we >hed >e\erial tear-: 
 1 hey ve pne uji in a l>i;r halloon. and won t come do\\ n lor year-. 
 
 A- P6 -" marching on. 
 Sing [chorus led hy .Major SmitV. in a pair of blue soldiers 
 
 pant-, fitting miraculoii-ly round his thinks] 
 Sing Glory, glory hallelujah. 
 ( .lory, glory hallelujah. 
 Glory, glory hallelujah, 
 
 As we go marching on. 
 Iqnartcrs, Hilton Head, S.C. 
 
 O MAIIONY OK Till: 
 
 AN IMITATION OF THE ANCIKNT IRISH, KKO.M T1IK WOBK8 OF THE FOtTR MA 
 
 ( ii\e me your hand. < > Mahony ; 
 ( ome to my heart. < J Mahony : 
 :id of my -oul. i ( Mahony 
 
 Chief of the < oinera-h- ! 
 ( ireat have \.nir toils heen. ( ) Mahony : 
 Long ha- \oiir \\atch lieen. ( .Mahon\ ; 
 ii \se will re-t. ( > Mahony 
 
 : on the ( omera^rhs. 
 
 Let the doL - hark. < ) Mahoiiy : 
 Snarl at \oiir heel-. O Mahoiiv ; 
 Snarling and harkiiiLT. < ) .Mahony 
 
 ( hief of the ( oinera^hs ! 
 This tliey cm prove. ( ) Mahony 
 All they can pn>\ e. ( ) .Mahony 
 They are not tit peer- for O .Mahoiiy. 
 
 Chief of the OoOMnfhtl 
 
Charles Graham Hal/pine. 185 
 
 Black are the mountains, O Mahony, 
 Swift are the streams, O Mahony, 
 Fruitful and green are" the valleys, 
 
 Far hid in the hushed Comeraghs. 
 Gray are the rocks, O Mahony, 
 Golden the furzes, O Mahony, 
 And purple and drooping the heather bells, 
 
 Clothing the Comeraghs. 
 
 Wildly the eagles, O Mahony, 
 Scream o er the peaks, O Mahony, 
 Where the soft clouds of the morning 
 
 Stoop to the Comeraghs ; 
 There we will rest, O Mahony 
 Rest. on some ledge, O Mahony, 
 Looking far down, O Mahony 
 
 Down from the Comeraghs. 
 
 Thousands of smoke-wreaths, O Mahony, 
 Curling up bluely, O Mahony, 
 From the thatched roofs beneath us, 
 
 Couched in the Comeraghs, 
 These we will waken, O Mahony 
 Waken with bugles, O Mahony, 
 When our old banner goes homeward, 
 
 And visits the Comeraghs. 
 
 High on that ledge, O Mahony, . 
 
 Soon the green banner, O Mahony, 
 " Sun-burst and harp" far flashing, 
 
 We ll give to the Comeraghs ; 
 While thick through the valleys, O Mahony, 
 Swarm all the true men, O Mahony, 
 Shouting and pushing to join us, 
 
 High up on the steep Comeraghs. 
 
 Oh, by the God of all battles ! 
 Oh, by the great God of battles ! 
 The spirits of Hugh and Tyrconnell 
 
 Will smile on the Comeraghs. 
 By the ghosts of Kildare and of Lucan, 
 By the blood of O Niel and Lord Edward, 
 By Emmet and Tone, our lost leaders, 
 
 We ll meet on the Comeraghs ! 
 
 And then, like a torrent, O Mahony, 
 Bursting down headlong, O Mahony, 
 With fair Tippemry before us, 
 
 Behind us the grim Comeraghs, 
 
The Poetical Works of 
 
 Our land -hall l.e free. O Mahuny 
 Free as the eagle-. < > Mahony. 
 Swoopi.ig and -creaming in circle-. 
 
 Kuuml the peak- ) tlie great Comeia 
 
 A TOAST AM) A HIKER. 
 
 (iathiT muiid inc. friend- ami < -nmrade- 
 
 Let u> think a wa-sail howl 
 ! .. tin- gentle heart-, that Ime us, 
 
 To the jmiv Mini g<><>d 
 Life i- -hurt. ((<> ijuickly 
 
 And cadi year MTIII- hut a day 
 Thru accept each flying moment". 
 
 And enjoy it \\hile \ve may. 
 
 What H sorrow met with courage? 
 
 For it can not bring disgrace. 
 And ini-f. i-tnne >omi \\ ill nUUSO 
 
 If you look it in the face. 
 The coward >lirinks and shiver- 
 
 \Vhen the clouds their shailov. - 
 The hrave man trusts in (Jod alone, 
 
 And .-trn^le- to the la-t. 
 
 What matter if dull slanders tooth 
 
 H; .tli t a-tcned <>n thy name. 
 < )r year- of lahor find thee -till 
 
 Without a golden fame ? 
 Ti -ettle- with n-. one and all : 
 
 Ni pav no worldlv toll. 
 IJut drink "to tho-e \\lio love n-." 
 
 To the pure and good of soul. 
 
 LAIiOK S WAK SONC. 
 
 I p. hrethren. up: The u,,rld i- iit 
 
 So had US - ine \s i >n!d make it. 
 Although we till a -tnhhorn lot. 
 
 The plow of tuil can hreak it ; 
 And wheat-- a -ea nf amher-froth 
 
 White a])j.le hlo..m and hlu>hing 
 Will SI.MII replace tin- thi-tle growth 
 
 And hitter hramMe lierrie-. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 187 
 
 For life s a field a goodly field, 
 Where skill and long endeavor 
 
 Can make the barren wilderness 
 Her Eden bower forever. 
 
 Wherever Reason bids you go, 
 
 Be prompt and firm to follow ; 
 Never build a house on Age s snow 
 
 Tradition is but hollow. 
 With eyes that never shun the light, 
 
 Even though it show your past mischances, 
 Ride down the phantom blood of night 
 With troops of gallant fancies. 
 
 For life s a fight a stubborn fight, 
 
 Where hope and fresh endeavor 
 Can overcome the host of Care 
 Forever and forever. 
 
 Should sorrow hem you in upon 
 
 Some bleak and lonely mountain, 
 Ne er sigh for the forsaken lawn 
 And willow-shaded fountain ; 
 But on the lightning-shivered top, 
 Learn of the eagle self-reliance, 
 And let the whirlwinds, as they drop, 
 Bear down your bold defiance. 
 
 For life s a fight a gallant fight* 
 
 Where heart and strong endeavor 
 Shall win the palm and wear the palm 
 Forever and forever. 
 
 Besieged in Want s despised retreat, 
 
 And with resource but scanty, 
 Fling over half you d like to eat, 
 
 That men may think you ve plenty ; 
 Twas thus the Goth was driven from Rome, 
 
 And tis a maxim broadly Roman, 
 Whate er the tears that fall at home, 
 Laugh loud before your foeman. 
 
 For life s a siege a long-drawn siege, 
 
 A fierce protracted trial, 
 Where fate forever gives the palm 
 To hope and self-denial. 
 
 Should those you befriended in distress 
 
 Forget you tis the fashion 
 Ne er let them know their worthlessness 
 
 Had power to move your passion ; 
 
188 The, Poetiwl \V,,, k* of 
 
 Be cool, and mOe ; the war of life 
 
 Again may plan- y.m far aho\e them ; 
 And. should yon chance to meet in -trife, 
 Then pro\e how much \ on l,,\c them. 
 For lit .- - a tight a varying light, 
 
 I )el cat and victory Mended, 
 Though wrong may triumph for a while, 
 Right wins ere all is ended. 
 
 Should >he who shared your summer lot 
 
 Now shun your cold can- 
 Oh. Maine her not oh. hurt her not, 
 
 Hut loo>e lu-r golden ] 
 She never loved: no power on earth 
 
 Can change a woman s true affection, 
 Xor is the hazard f.ileuii worth 
 A moment s -ad dejection. 
 
 Forget her frailty in the fight 
 
 \Vhere lirain and l.i.ld endeavor 
 Still nin at will a ehangcle-- crown 
 Forever and loreu-r. 
 
 Avoid the fruitless strife of creed 
 
 Yon can not turn or guide it ; 
 Let heaven award the victor s meed, 
 
 And prie>t with jirie-t deride it; 
 Believe thht life is llrrtin- l.reath, 
 
 I>e jii-L to man and love your neighhor, 
 And take tlii- ritual for your faith 
 "Truth, temperance, and lal>or:" 
 
 And thu> the dmid- of wrmig that v-il 
 
 Tin- hraviMi nf lit ,- \\ill -c\er. 
 And the palm lie lii- \\ln. \\.-ar- the mail 
 Of faith and firm endea\..r. 
 
 TRANSLATION^ ^ l o^I BORAGE \<>. XI 
 
 BOOK III., ODE XXI. | , ,I;VNS, sll ,, l: > | 
 
 Them precioii- ca-k, M-ali-d up on the same morning 
 
 Mine eye- tir-t opened to the MIII S liri-ht rav. 
 My d!i-ty . .-Mar I. in -,, I-MI- aduniing. 
 
 nine f.irth. and -hcd your fragrance on m\ \\a\. 
 Whether you Ii.,|d uithin you f.md of (|iian |. 
 
 >r u it. nr l<i\e. or gentle -l.-cp. or p|a\ . 
 Come from your -hflf. my old and tru-tv liarrel, 
 
 We ll tap your side on tl,i- au-piriou- |; iv . 
 
Charles Graham, Ilalpine. 189 
 
 Descend ! for Wideswarth comes, and would inspect thee 
 
 Poui; forth a flood of rich and mellow wine ; 
 His soul will not Maine-lawishly reject thee, 
 
 Though it has drunk the music of the Nine. 
 Old Cato s iron virtue is recorded, 
 
 When full of thee, more tenderly to shine, 
 And many a careworn spirit is rewarded 
 
 By the soft stimulant it finds in thine. 
 
 You ease the cares, and fears, and secret sorrows, 
 
 Even of the wise, with each inspiring drop ; 
 The trembling soul from you fresh courage borrows, 
 
 And weak men cry to wealthy tyrants " Stop !" 
 Inspired with thee, the coward fears no longer, 
 
 For thou unto him art a sturdy prop ; 
 And poor men bow not down unto the stranger, 
 
 But call them truly either knave or fop. 
 
 Come, Father Bacchus, and thou, Cyprian goddess, 
 
 If in good humor, come, and bring along 
 The Graces, each with an ungirdled bodice 
 
 Come to the*vine-cup and the gladdening song. 
 Come ; and with mirth, and reveling, and dancing, 
 
 We ll drive away whatever doleful seems, 
 Until bright Phoebus, o er the mountain glancing, 
 
 Outshines our light in his more plenteous beams. 
 
 THE SOUVENIR. 
 
 Ah ! lady, howsoe er it fall 
 
 In Time s protracted race, 
 No flowers are needed to recall 
 
 Thy pure and gentle face. 
 Within my heart thy image lives 
 
 Through all life s busy hours, 
 While hope a greater perfume gives 
 
 Than e er was breathed by flowers. 
 
 But thanks for the memorial sent, 
 
 The leaf and pansy too, 
 So neatly and so sweetly blent 
 
 Within the ribbon blue. 
 When fades from every leaf the tint, 
 
 Yet prized by me the same ; 
 My beating heart shall proudly hint 
 
 From whence the leaflets came. 
 
1 ." 77.. / oeticalWor/. 
 
 Kit emhlems of niir -iimmer hours, 
 
 \Yithout a cloud o rrca-t. 
 
 The rihhon with it- \oti\e tlnwer- 
 
 Shall well rival! the pa-t 
 Kecall nit- to the heach < .f -and 
 
 \\ here -till the hreaker- -him-. 
 An<l the gentle laily iVi.in \\lm-r hand 
 
 This pan-y pa ed tn mine. 
 
 TO A WKAI.TIIY AMATK.Ui ( KITIC. 
 
 M ALL SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTKN HY I.ol .l ini...s. 
 
 They tell me ti- decided you condemn : 
 
 You may IK- \vnm^. or 1. |K-rhap-. too \ain ; 
 
 I have no jio\\er the critie-|>o\\ er to stem, 
 Nor. though I hail, should 1 incur the pain ; 
 
 I is it for me to contemn 
 You and your eeii-mv. a< you veoni my -train. 
 
 M\ vme, it -"m-. rail- forth your moral fear-. 
 
 And o er each jci^c you slied " I eek -nilliati" tear-. 
 
 I wrote stiH srribhle and for thi- ha\e l..-t 
 > iue i<lle hours and your e-teemed e-teein ; 
 
 Nor do I yet regret ft hat it hath c<-t. 
 
 Nor your -harji -ti icture as eonehi>ive deem ; 
 
 N" tender Houer that withers in the fn.-t. 
 No niilk-<.]i inin-trel iti a sickly dream. 
 
 I -:ill can sleep, walk, dance, and drink and dine. 
 
 Kead your critii|ites- and -<>me are really fine. 
 
 Your ]ien is of your life a tiling apart 
 It i- my \\lmle e\i-tence. You may ^ain 
 
 An hour - amii-enn-nt from the -crihhling art 
 I write for hread : and if thi- he a -tain 
 
 K|>Mii my mii-e - -cutcheoii. a-k your heart 
 What could \ou do -hoiild fortune m>t remain 
 
 Y(ur friend a- mm ? I- thi- coiiclii-inii ri^ht- 
 
 I eat and .-i-rihl.le : you would -tar\e and write/ 
 
 You will j.roceed in your un^uerdoned way, 
 ( ondemnin^ liftv anil jieru.-in^ one; 
 
 I- or me. -.. l(.n^ a- j>uhli-her> will pav. 
 I own my emir ..... f rhyming hut he^un. 
 
 Scalp a- \oii will no Iciiiencv, I prav ; 
 I neither hate a critic nor a dun ; 
 
 Uotli. to he -ure. are nece--ar\ evils 
 
 Had . t the he-t. hut not eiitin-ly devils. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 191 
 
 " My verses are unequal." Be it so. 
 
 The world itself is full of woe and weal : 
 My pen still follows where my feelings flow, 
 
 And, good or bad, I speak the thing I feel. 
 As the muse wills it, why the jade may go ; 
 
 I own no snaffle, and I use no heel ; 
 The spavined Pegasus just takes her leisure, 
 Nor e er for business will forego her pleasure. 
 
 I have no more to say yet scribble still, 
 Eking out lines as spinners do their flax ; 
 
 I had not lived till now could critics kill 
 
 (What rhyme will serve ? Oh tell me, John G. Saxe ! 
 
 In words, I know, thou hast a pretty skill 
 Arch wielder of the jingling lingual axe. 
 
 See! conjured thus by him, their master- spirit 
 
 Rhymes hap into my lines soon as his name they hear it.) 
 
 And so farewell, my critic. I have brought 
 
 A friend to help me in the dire distress 
 Of that last stanza, where I else was caught 
 
 In what the world calls "an infernal mess." 
 Pour out your vials ; let each sentence, fraught 
 
 With scorn and hatred, down upon me press ; 
 I wait with meekest patience your review, 
 But, for the present, wish you well. Adieu ! 
 
 SYLVIA. 
 
 Oh fly, my heart, to Sylvia fly, 
 And tell her that I pine I die 
 That every breath is but a sigh 
 
 Of grief of pain for love s desires. 
 Oh ! tell her that so fondly shrined 
 Within my heart her image kind, 
 To all beside my soul is blind, 
 
 And love consumes.rne with its fires. 
 
 Oh ! tell dear Sylvia that my brain 
 
 Awakes to life and hope again, 
 
 And thoughts that long have dormant lain 
 
 Come rushing at a headlong pace. 
 Oh say, my heart, that she alone 
 Has taught thee secrets long unknown. 
 And all my soul to her has flown 
 
 The queen of beauty, love, and grace. 
 
I - - The Poetical II ,,/-/* of 
 
 Ketnrn. my heart, from Syhia - ami-. 
 
 And -ay re-pon-i\ e I, ( \,. alarms 
 
 Her hreast so tail- t nun \irgin cliarni>, 
 
 Ami l>id- me to her l>o-om ll\. 
 
 M\ |iaioii kiiu\v> IK* purer Miss 
 N.I love no other life l.nt tin-; 
 One hour of heaven in Sylvia .- kis> 
 
 One warm einlirace of love then die! 
 
 OLJ)I N M KM OK IKS. 
 
 < nce again, with memory toying. 
 
 Brings a vi-ion of the put 
 K\er\ olden \\i\l employing, 
 
 Opening trea-nre- rieh and \a-t. 
 Come- the early pa--ioii. -eeining 
 
 All a \\orltl ut r:i|.tnriiHN Mi--, 
 HoNhood - xi.iithfiil linj.es and dreaming 
 
 Crowned ami radiant with a ki--. 
 
 Sorrowin- ,,,.,,, j,, t . n ,||,, x . number 
 
 Shadowy files of marching \ear-. 
 i .nrie.l in ].er|etual -liimher, 
 
 Dimmed and stained with Litter tear-. 
 Kail-, in -entle dalliance, longing 
 
 ( > er tlie mirror of my hrain 
 One fond -liape. and round it thronging, 
 
 Love and hope auake a-ain. 
 
 Ah : that phantom let me follow ; 
 
 Nothing can it- place siipplv : 
 All succeeding hope- are hollow 
 
 I >u-t and a-lie- to the M& 
 ( ione the ^rloiioii- inspiration. 
 
 (Jirdling life uith j.a--ion - /one. 
 Dg I. lit the dull -taLrnation 
 
 Of the heart \\hen all is known. 
 
 , longing for the highe-t. 
 And eoiidemned to >igh in \airi. 
 Seeing Impi-x that seemed the nighcst 
 
 \ ani-h like a gho>tly train : 
 Little left to make exertion 
 
 Worth the lahor of ii~ 
 All that i- a \\ear\ \er-ion 
 
 : .- pei-i-lu-d and the lo-t. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 193 
 
 Oh ! in many a night of sorrow, 
 
 When the hours have no relief, 
 And the darkness seems to borrow 
 
 Deeper shadows from our grief 
 Tli en again, with memory toying, 
 
 Comes the vision of the past, 
 And on these our thoughts employing, 
 
 Daylight breaks on us at last. 
 
 THEATRICAL GINGERNUTS. 
 
 In the upper crust ring there s a gay little clique, 
 
 Who greatly admire one another, 
 And who go to the theatre once in a week 
 
 To splurge it and kick up a bother. 
 They hire a cheap box, and within it they crowd 
 
 Till as full as a bandbox they ve packed it, 
 And they laugh and tell stories so noisy and loud 
 
 That the whole of the house is distracted. 
 
 "The Gingernut Club" they are happily called, 
 
 And a gingerbread crew you will find them ; 
 By frowns of impatience and raps unappalled, 
 
 No restraints of decorum can bind them ; 
 They grin and they smirk, do these small upper ; crust," 
 
 On a mutual plan of admiring, 
 And you d think, as you watched them in pain and disgust, 
 
 Twas the house, not the box, they were hiring. 
 
 THE MARCHIONESS. 
 
 A summer languor dreaming o er her face, 
 A look half smile yet breathing half a sigh 
 
 Her step an echo whispering every grace, 
 The stately marchioness sweeps grandly by. 
 
 A form that no rude gesture ever mars, 
 
 Its glowing beauty radiant in repose ; 
 Warm as the sunbeam tranquil as the stars 
 
 Chaste as the lily sensuous as the rose. 
 
 A brow as clear as April morning air, 
 
 A mild gray eye of rich and lustrous hue ; 
 
 Soft waving tresses of dark auburn hair, 
 
 And shell-shaped ears, small and vein-penciled blue 
 
 13 I 
 
l .4 The Poetical !IW/.v Oj 
 
 Kip-, rhaling ( upid - m-eate bed ..I Ho\\rr-. 
 
 Stand -entry at a gate of glistening pearl : 
 A \nicc like melodic- of childhood .- hour- 
 
 Bridging tin- lo-t \ear- of the budding girl. 
 
 \ \c-!ure regal a- :in Orient queen. 
 
 A single jewel Hashing vainly bright, 
 Peking to rival \\itli its brilliant sheen 
 
 HIM- -\\an-like ho-om. pure and ivory \vhitt-. 
 
 ilrr motion was OIK- ^rand hannonious swell 
 Of charmed mn-ic when the eyt- is fair: 
 
 And as she walked, a fragrant inceii-e fell 
 From ^.iniieiit ].erfuiiie- to iiimiiit tin- air. 
 
 Ah ! life, that lingered in that placid look 
 
 Like dream- <>f -nn-et on xnm- autumn day 
 
 Ah! tfrief. my \ery soul it- (iod for>ook. 
 And in her -mile pa nl all content away. 
 
 Kair inardiione . to e\ery memory dear. 
 
 A glance of Kden s symmetry \\as given 
 I o thee, to show how angels even here 
 
 Are found and draped to till the choir- of heaven. 
 
 COOL OK THK KYF.MXd. 
 
 Lady, it but little matters- 
 
 Matters least of all to you 
 "Whether I am warm or callous. 
 to l"\e. or fond and true. 
 
 I .e a--ured y.ni need not fear me 
 Ne er to you a pled-,. I M |. 
 
 l- or the plain and -imple rea-on 
 That I ha\e n.. pled-e (.. make. 
 
 All the -igh- t \ou I otl er 
 Shall be ja--ii-nate and -in 
 
 Only \\hcn you hear them, tell me, 
 !""! I .! like t> heal". 
 
 n..t that my eye- \\ill kindle 
 fa "ii .. lieaiiteou- form 
 1 1 : d Mm from the insult 
 
 Of Mich Kl:ii" < -. ^ i n and warm. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 195 
 
 Madam, from your thoughts dismiss me, 
 Cease to rail against my name ; 
 
 Time has been when you grew careless, 
 And twas my care saved your fame. 
 
 I am careful, when not eager, 
 Where to love would be a task ; 
 
 And chaste as Joseph when temptation 
 Woos me in an ugly mask. 
 
 Therefore silence, and forget me, 
 
 Or my memory, at last, 
 May present some startling pictures 
 
 Sketched and painted in the past. 
 
 THE MYSTIC VOICE. 
 
 Earth is a realm of ceaseless change, 
 
 Where forms are merged in fresher forms, 
 And still the beautiful and strange 
 
 Are cradled in destructive storms ; 
 For Nature s alchemies impart 
 
 New life to all transmuted things, 
 And lend the flesh-decaying heart 
 
 The external spirit s tireless wings. 
 
 The sordid shrine, whose vestal fire 
 
 Burns dim within the grosser frame, 
 May perish, but the rays aspire, 
 
 And reach once more from whence they came. 
 We pass, as through the entranced flood, 
 
 From Egypt s toil to Canaan s bloom, 
 And with the sacrifice of blood 
 
 We find new life beyond the tomb. 
 
 Still, through the vast and deepening void, 
 
 Like sentient flames the spirits come 
 Eternal, changeless, undestroyed, 
 
 And speaking, though the grave be dumb. 
 Within the soul their vital spell 
 
 Reveals the~ fount from whence it rose 
 The beautiful the terrible 
 
 The strange preamble to the close. 
 
 And thou whose soul with ardor filled 
 Hast seen the fire and heard the voice, 
 
 For whom the future field is tilled, 
 
 And waits the harvest, make thy choice. 
 
196 Tftf. Poetical H /,//* of 
 
 It lie- lie-Ion thec; struggle, strive, 
 Tlum cau.-t not heat conviction hack; 
 
 Weak fugitive t nun higher lit .-. 
 Ktcrnal win-- pur.-ue thy Hark. 
 
 Ah! traitor .-mil. tor whom in vain 
 
 The veil of heaven \va> drawn a-idc 
 A- it" to givi- thv clean-ed hrain 
 
 An ampin- -cope, a >te:ulier guide 
 Thou >lave of.-i-n-e. -till madly hurled 
 
 Across the unfruitful \\a-te of v ears 
 Thou stagnant -hip, who-i- white -ail-, furled, 
 
 Hot idly, dropping -tagnant ti-ar-. 
 
 .\\vake! 1. 1 -\oinl tin- imj>a->i\i -i ; \- 
 
 The spin-res of lieing .sjnead afar. 
 Circle on circle, \\a\e on \\a\e, 
 
 An ocean, N\line each freighted star 
 N a- a hark that hear> along, 
 
 P>oni Mitl i-rin^ to the hli--fnl >hore, 
 The h eautiful. the good, and >trong, 
 
 Their term of >ad prohation o er. 
 
 Karth die-, and heaven with purer light 
 
 Prepare^ to clothe our niy.-tic orb; 
 Bright sjiirits move in v icvv lt--- Hight 
 
 To cheer the living, and ah>orh 
 The falsehoods which have mingled still 
 
 Their pain in life s enchanted howl. 
 Heaven s only keys are human will, 
 
 A striving "l,,ve, an earnest soul. 
 
 A DIMNKINC BONO. 
 
 Oil! here s to the wine the ruhy wine, 
 
 That tourhe< the lip- with h|o..m. 
 Like a purple tire coii-uniing fair. 
 
 And li^ lnin^ our darkr-t glocm. 
 It gladdrn- the heart v\ilh rosy light 
 
 May it- glory n<- .-r decline ; 
 For our -oul- an- glatl and our hopes are hright 
 
 While i|iialling the purple wine. 
 
 Then here - to tht- win<- the flashing wine. 
 
 A- it headi-th the cup "fjoy. 
 And. king like, mounts upon IJea-ou s thnuie. 
 
 Making tlull -t-n-r it- toy. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 197 
 
 Oh, it claspeth the hand of our fainting soul, 
 
 With passion lights the eyes, 
 And radiant from out the burning bowl 
 
 We see young Love arise. 
 
 Then here s to the wine the deathless wine ; 
 
 No kingly jewels surpass 
 The liquid rubies which flash and shine 
 
 In the depths of each brimming glass. 
 All praise we give to the nectar sweet, 
 
 All praise to the bearing vine 
 Praise to the board at which true friends meet, 
 
 And praise to the purple wine. 
 
 THE RUBY RING. 
 
 Dear brother, when the listless pen 
 
 Sways idly in my wearied fingers, 
 And round my throbbing heart and brain 
 
 No ray of brighter fancy lingers, 
 I catch the sparkle of the stone 
 
 That speaks of friendship undecaying, 
 And straight the clouds aside are thrown 
 
 A fresher light is round me playing. 
 
 They say that talismans of old 
 
 Protected from all hidden dangers ; 
 That spirits lay within the gold, 
 
 At once protectors, and avengers. 
 The ring you gave, like these, may prove 
 
 The bane of grief, the source of pleasure; 
 For all is pleasing that can move 
 
 Kemembrance of an absent treasure. 
 
 Like friendship s fire, the brilliant toy, 
 
 Deep set in memory s golden circle, 
 Throws back the ruddy beam of joy, 
 
 And in the dullest night will sparkle. 
 The ring, like memory endless both 
 
 Its warmth from out my heart is getting, 
 And, like myself, of foreign growth, 
 
 Kejoices in a Yankee setting. 
 
 My muse a woman, and you know 
 The female heart inclines to jewels 
 
 Whene er she wants "full speed" to go, 
 Her engine at the ruby fuels. 
 
T/.. Poetical Works of 
 
 Tin- pi-ton- of alternate rhyme 
 
 Move ujt and down with -teady motion ; 
 The train of thought, defying time, 
 
 1- on through earth. find air, and ocean. 
 
 The Koh-i-noor in I.ritain - crown 
 
 I- India .- Mood-mark >et upon her : 
 The -apphire cla.-p of beauty s ^o\\n 
 
 I erchance wa- piuvha-ed l.y di.-honor. 
 The mi>er .- ^old i- dim with tear-. 
 
 And rn-ted tliick with cent, per centage; 
 My rill-, then, clearly it appear-. 
 
 ( ) er the.-e can claim immen-e advantage. 
 
 The lip-. I iy ( \prian \ enu- planned. 
 Comey Eortl tele-rapliic ^reetin-. 
 
 But friend-hip meet.- u- hand to hand. 
 
 To feel how cither .- pnl-e i- heating: 
 Anil on that hand this rin^ I hold. 
 
 A- jiri/ed a- tali-man liy <lci \ i-. 
 Ami may that hand he foul and cold 
 
 When tis not warmly at thy -er\ice. 
 
 TO NI.A. 
 
 I never dreamed that yon could love me, 
 
 And nou ti- time we part : 
 You are \<, tail, and far too high above me 
 
 I may not reach thy In-art. 
 On ditferent paths our feet mu-t pre : 
 
 You. lioimd for pica-lire .- Mo omed altar: 
 \\"liilc o er the hill-, \\ith he-i\ier ItKM, 
 
 My fainting foot-lc).- t-dter. 
 
 Ala-! the hope- my -ml that haunted 
 
 In the now -pectral pa-t : 
 You the sole trea-ure that my -pirit \annted, 
 
 M\ lir-t Io\e and my la-t : 
 Thi- -in-le pa ion tilled my hrea-t. 
 
 Through all my maiihooii hiirning clearei : 
 And Fame I mea-urcd l.\ the te-t 
 
 To thec it lirin^- me nearer. 
 
 ve all ^oiie the ^ lorion- \i-ioii ; 
 Shadow - ftCfOM it fall ; 
 
 And time has taught me. \\ith it- chill pri-ci.-iou. 
 The le on taught to all : 
 
Charles Graham If alpine. 199 
 
 That love, like other mortal things, 
 Grows weary of protracted waiting, 
 
 And that it rends its shining wings 
 Against the rough world grating. 
 
 I ve learned the world more fully now, 
 
 But still, till memory perish, 
 Your image, with its radiant brow, 
 
 My faithful heart shall cherish ; 
 And wheresoe er your fate be cast, 
 
 In shade or sunshine, gloom or lustre, 
 Borne from the friendships of the past, 
 
 My thoughts shall round thee cluster. 
 
 With all a lover s eager care 
 
 I watch thy happy lot, 
 Praying for thee a fortune fair 
 
 Myself perhaps forgot. 
 And still I feel through all my strife 
 
 Thy holy influence gliding 
 Thou art the loadstar of my life, 
 
 My soul from earth dividing. 
 
 THE FERRY-BOATS OF GOTHAM. 
 
 The ferry-boats of Gotham, 
 
 How gloriously they glide, 
 With lamps of red and lamps of blue, 
 
 Across the starless tide; 
 Through long defiles of blazing light 
 
 On each street- studded shore; 
 No sound to break the hush of night 
 
 Except the paddles roar. 
 
 Around the Island City lie, 
 
 Encircling block and mart, 
 Vast ships that rear against the sky 
 
 A forest-growth of art ; 
 And girdled thus with winged might 
 
 Though now the wings are furled 
 Manhattan is, what Venice was, 
 
 The Sea-Queen of the world. 
 
 Oh, ferry-boats, the argosies 
 That tyrants launched of yore, 
 
 To bring them gold, and gems, and spice 
 From India s plundered shore, 
 
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 Ne er knew :i freight >o rich as this. 
 
 That liuiiilily, (lav l.v da\. 
 Tb I .r.H.klvii home - ami .-.Vial case 
 
 From Im-inr-- \e c,,n\ev. 
 
 Let Ku--ia launch her hird- of pro v 
 
 Again-t the ( Ye-cent Moon, 
 And Imtcher in Sin. : 
 
 The convoy of Hatoon 
 Let France and Fngland. holding hack, 
 
 Deny the aid they -wore, 
 Until tin- >ea that once ua- lilack, 
 
 Grow red with Tuiki-h gore. 
 
 But yp. undaunted ferry I. oat-, 
 ^Your pathless cnir>,. pm-ne. 
 Nor any nohler navv floats 
 
 Nor manned hy heart- nmre tnie ; 
 ^ our iiii>-ion i> to -|n-ead content. 
 
 Lnvr. joy. and. wealth to hear 
 Odd - life: I haven t got a (cut 
 
 To pay my ble-- d tare. 
 
 Tin: FIIIST OF MAY. 
 
 ,,f May. thelir-, of Mav. 
 
 What lying port called it gay? * 
 I here is the very devil i <t p ;1 v> 
 And no pitch hot. on the fir.-t of May. 
 The I,,,,,.,. I , () ,,ka tuelvenu.nth -ince. 
 And furn,-hed fi, to l,,,!^ a priuce- 
 H :it cheerfMl h.M.-e J ,,{, f() .,| ;|V 
 l; M it i- the fir.t of M:i\. 
 My .arprt- all are torn to -hicd< 
 
 WehmVeiKrt w here to lav , head-: 
 "" bedi are all nn-crcu ,,). and ue 
 
 -reued-a- light a- ,- CM b& 
 
 ()l r n, -u piano, new no m,,,-.-. 
 
 I" Ji-.-i-m.-ntx li,., n p utl ,| H . fi^,.. 
 
 () ur China -er\i.-e. r.iice -,, neat. 
 
 Now help- to pa\e the laughing -troct. 
 
 " Ala- I" I rry in utter grief. 
 
 "Would heaven I \\ere an Aral, chief. 
 
 He ri.ani- aliont nnrenfed p|. 
 
 And camp- in ( -\ei-\ -i .-!i 
 
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 The wagoners alone can say 
 The festival is truly gay ; 
 The scallavvags get a fortnight s pay 
 For working on the first of May. 
 
 A LOST LOVE. 
 
 The glory of the dream is past, 
 The sweet illusion melts in air, 
 And, calmly facing a despair, 
 
 I whisper, tis the last the last 
 The last and most divinely fair, 
 
 The brightest, sunniest, and the last. 
 
 All forms of life, with rapid eye, 
 To seize, to ponder, and survey ; 
 To watch the scales turn either way, 
 
 And every truth to test and try 
 To try, and yet how far we stray 
 
 When judging that for which we sigh ! 
 
 Your friendship in its gilded bark 
 Glides on as calmly as before ; 
 But my impetuous fancv bore 
 
 A helmless boat beyond the mark, 
 And on a far surf-whitened shore 
 
 The wreck beats, drifting through the dark. 
 
 Henceforth we meet with less to dread, 
 And less to hope on either side ; 
 You balanced on a holy pride, 
 
 And I on that which serves instead 
 A stubborn jealousy to hide 
 
 The wound which most of all hath bled. 
 
 THE REJECTED. 
 
 He bowed his head as if the chords 
 
 Of life had snapped in twain ; 
 I could not catch his hurried words, 
 
 But .they sounded full of pain ; 
 His eyes were lit with a feverish fire, 
 
 His cheek had a hectic stain, 
 And as he stooped to kiss my hand, 
 
 His tears fell down like rain. 
 
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 \Ve met once more in after ye;:: 
 
 \Yhen I- another s Itride" 
 Ihul Icanu-d to mea-ure l.y my tear- 
 
 Tlic co-tlinf-- () j pride. 
 Amid the ^ay. unheeding cr..\\d. 
 
 Chance threw u- side \>\ -ide : 
 He ,-cemed the wreck of a imlile lieart 
 
 \Yho-e hope had early died. 
 
 The iintur-ntten l<M,k returned 
 
 The <ad. impa--ioiied look : 
 II -rallied to pierce my ver\ Mini. 
 
 And read it a> a In.ok. 
 He l,i)\vi-d hi> head and >tro\e to Mnile 
 
 Ala- . I could not hrook 
 TII know ho\v \\orthle- all I gained. 
 
 And SIH- what 1 i orx.ok. 
 
 THREE OF US AT TIIK FoTNTAIX. 
 
 i. "i u n>i -\\ \i: i u. 
 
 Come, Broad l>en t, < reytoii. >it ye ]>\ my nde. 
 
 And \ie\v yon column \vith it- foamy cn-t 
 rp-prin^iii.u r from the frog pom 1 - j:la--y tide, 
 
 To fall a^ain in MIO\\ upon il- l>rea-t. 
 ( )li, it i> \ery lieaulifiil : and mark 
 
 The golden ^lo\v it liorrows from tlirue-t. 
 A- the red -nnli^ht dwindle- to a -]>ark. 
 
 And fe\ered day -ink- languidly to re-t. 
 Vet that hoar-e im-a-nre- .-adly till- my car 
 
 M\ -oiil \\ith dark emotion- i- oppre--ed : 
 A VOfee come- min^liiiK \\ith the murmur 1 
 
 A -tern and -olemn voice that mav not j. 
 \\"ide-\\arth. it -a\-. ti- thii- you \ainl\ i -limit. 
 To fall a- Hat a- t hi- ujtoil the tide of rlmnc. 
 
 Till- KoI NTAIN ON BOSTON CnMM<>\ 
 
 MM AM. 1-ROFE880R WIIKS\VARTII. l:^ I M I . 
 
 The heart of childhood i- a \ir^in -oil 
 
 All liri^ ht \\ith Itird-. and hrook-. and -unny 
 A paradi-e. u ho-e \ernal \ine- and tlo\\er- 
 
 I he hound- of youthful folly spurn and spoil. 
 
 And manhood icar- it \\iih the plow of toil. 
 
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 And builds thereon a city towers of pride, 
 
 And temples for its idols, side by side, 
 And streets jarred with the crash of life s turmoil ; 
 But noble souls like yours, oh honored friends, 
 
 One pure bright fountain in the midst will leave, 
 
 All green-begirt, like this, which now, at eve, 
 A liquid silver willow heavenward tends, 
 Its murmurous branches in the moonlight blends, 
 And to the peaceful scene a sweet enchantment lends. 
 
 THE FOUNTAIN. 
 
 TO W1DE8WARTH ANI> CEEYTON, BY CHARLES BROADBENT. 
 
 Green wooded fountain, with how glad a rush 
 Thou leapest up from the surrounding clay, 
 Cleaving toward heaven thy rainbow-colored way, 
 And gleaming brightly in the crimson flush 
 Spread o er the west ! Anon the starry hush 
 Of night will lull thee, and thy drifted spray 
 No more shall fall, like an alighting fay, 
 On the dry leaves now reveling in thy gush ! 
 Say, friends, if Love s rich fountain e er shall fail 
 To fling its freshening waters from the heart, 
 In sorrow s night shall its loud tide depart, 
 And its bright plumage cease to fan the gale, 
 Shall we, who shared its noontide, ever know 
 That Love, like it, has but a summer flow ? 
 
 THE OPIUM DREAM. 
 
 BY AN EATER OP THE DRUG. 
 
 The shadows gather deeper round, 
 They come with a tumultuous sound 
 Of muttering thunder, and they swim 
 Above me, o er me, faint and dim. 
 A thousand forms of speechless dread 
 Flap on with slow wings o er my head, 
 And slowly stooping while their eyes 
 Dilate to an unnatural size 
 Let fall a ghastly funeral gleam 
 Upon their own self-conjured dream. 
 
 They come ! They sail from darkness out, 
 A hideous and fantastic rout 
 
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 lied OHM in e\ery forml.-, head, 
 K"d -liits upon t he gha.-tly dead, 
 
 Ked rohe- mi exery iweUering e 
 
 U--d - |iiadron-. rider, rein. an<l hor>e-- 
 They ]i-ii|. from tin* wall- :iinl till tin- air. 
 Their flying garment- tan my hair- 
 God ! what an icy touch wa- there! 
 
 Old \\rinklccl women, in ruct clad, 
 
 Adsam-in^ -ilcnily and <-.[({ 
 
 Old \\rinklcd \\oincu, \\ho-c ^IcamiiiL: BVW 
 
 Hint of immortal njr,,,,;,.^ 
 
 I ccpin- from under fiich -hadouy li.:. H l 
 
 IJkc |.li<i>j,lior -park- in a rotten \\ood. 
 
 Stealthy and -ilent (lie l.rldnnie- all 
 
 Creej. up the prrpeiidicidar wall. 
 
 And. turning, drnp in my lidle-s eyes 
 
 Their own im-pcakaMe a,L r "iiie-. 
 
 < )h. ticle of douht ami utter uoe. 
 Horrilile tide, thai lie- lu-Iow 
 The im-omided .-ea of \\ akin- thought 
 Dim tide \\ith every nmn-ter fraught 
 While other-, nor more pure n.r strong, 
 Hear in their -leep the -eraph s son^. 
 And mount, a- ne er auake tliev 
 Superior to our common irOM 
 WJiat ueird. magnetic s].ell is thine. 
 That drills me to your hateful hrine 
 Whfn.. fi- jny u<-arie,l i, c;i-,.n lo\v-ix 
 Her .-trained hand> I mm the hurnin- oar-? 
 
 VKNHT.S \i;\v CHANCE. 
 
 The hand- that moved on Freedom - dock 
 Already -nike the appointed hour; 
 
 The toe-in -ound-. the people flock. 
 Maje-tic in their Landed power. 
 
 Italia wake-: From town to town 
 ^ The leader- cr\ TO arm- . obey u- . " 
 
 The Aii-fnan -word, the p;ipal crown. 
 !> >"] on tin- \ BfM of chaos. 
 
 Tp! all who hear the Latin In-art ; 
 ( ]>: all who |o\f the \en-rful jov ; 
 
 Let \oiir tii-p-f wrath like lightning dul 
 
 I pon the tyrant-, and de-tro\ ! 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 
 
 Up ! from the Tiber to the Arve ; 
 
 Let Insurrection s tocsin toll, 
 While weaponed arms united carve 
 
 A path for the free soul. 
 
 Let Austria s cut-throat legions learn 
 
 To feel and fear the Roman rage ; 
 Let the fierce pontiff s eyes discern 
 
 The dawn of the millennial age. 
 Tell fratricidal France her hordes 
 
 No more shall bid Italia weep ; 
 Reap a full harvest with your swords, 
 
 And garner what you reap ! 
 
 Up, Latins ! by the foulest wrongs 
 
 That ever suffering manhood bore ; 
 By ruffian steel and priestly thongs 
 
 Imbued in patriot gore ; 
 By every scaffold through the land ; 
 
 By dungeons, vault, and leprous spy 
 Up ! up ! and with an armed hand 
 
 Strike down this living lie. 
 
 No more be scourged by priestly cords, 
 
 No more be ruled by foreign steel, 
 No more be robbed by foreign lords 
 
 Arise ! the tyrants reel. 
 Expect no mercy, breathe no sigh 
 
 In this last desperate throe for life ; 
 Let "Death or Victory !" be the cry, 
 
 And war unto the knife. 
 
 TO LAURA SINGING. 
 
 A breathless hush is in the hall, 
 
 A silence deep as death ; 
 The sculptured cherubs on the wall 
 
 Appear to hold their breath, 
 While floating forth in silvery strain 
 
 Thy voice rings clear and high, 
 Now filled with passion s rapturous pain, 
 
 Now lost in sorrow s sigh. 
 
 Ah ! Lady Laura, such a tone 
 
 As thine is" seldom heard ; 
 So lightly breathed, so quickly flown, 
 
 And yet how deep it stirred 
 
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 Tho-e chord- of feeling that ha\e lain 
 
 I limou-d and .-ill-lit long, 
 N.\v roii-ed again in heart and brain 
 
 ll\ thy awakening -ong. 
 
 1 liy thoughts into tin- mu-ic flow, 
 
 And mingle \\ith it- tide, 
 And tluiii dost share the poet .- woe, 
 
 Or fee! the poet"> pride. 
 Thy genius, like the cry-tal spring, 
 
 Ifetlect- each pa--ing form, 
 If ro-y bough- alni\e it swing, 
 
 Or drift- the wintry >turni. 
 
 I ve heard, and yet again would hear 
 
 The inu-ie of thy tongue; 
 Kntranced in plea-nre. e\e and ear. 
 
 .My -oid.ii]>on thee hung. 
 Thy voice, like the old Hebrew s rod 
 
 Stretched o er the ]>ri-onm. 
 Koll- Lack the dark and -hadowv flood, 
 
 Making our -pirits i 
 
 Oil, WANTON WIND. 
 
 Oh. wanton wind, world-kissing kind. 
 
 Thy x.ephyr- twined my Laura - tTMMI : 
 Bathed lip and hand witJi fragrance bland. 
 
 And even fanned tho.-e deep rec. 
 \\"here lo\e i- -een warm couched, serene 
 
 A ro-e-Ieaf dropped on siinnner billows. 
 ( )h. heedle-- \\ iml. to beauty blind. 
 
 Where could-t thou tind more tempting pillow- 
 The lily bell. \\h,,-e anther- tell 
 
 The time -n \\ell. by you -et ringing; 
 The ri\;d RIM, \\ herein re|.i.>i- 
 
 (^ueen Mab. and tho-e unto her clinging 
 The \ii.let -\\eet. the dai-y n 
 
 Should I repeat each fragrant hi. 
 Oh. carele-- wind, could all combined 
 
 hy mind a- Laura - ho-om ? 
 
 In-en-ate -till! hence- hence and fill 
 
 The idle -ail of \ on bright \e--d ; 
 And yet- ah -lay . ere hence yon -tr;iv. 
 
 Il.e. I |,|-;,\. \,, U ,- ,-igh , to I 
 
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 Give me to seek her damask cheek, 
 
 And, whispering, speak what thou ne er dreamest ; 
 
 For me to lie one moment nigh 
 
 Her heart, and die, were bliss supremest. 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT EXTRAORDINARY. 
 
 Lost, a politician s wallet, 
 Portmonnaie, or what-you- call-it, 
 
 And the happy man who saw 
 What the fate that did befall it 
 
 May on Rurus ANDREWS draw 
 For a place a sinecure 
 Worth two thousand dollars sure ; 
 Yea, to this snug sum each year 
 He can "read his title clear." 
 
 Twas a pocket-book mysterious, 
 Filled with papers jocund, serious, 
 Business, social, patriotic, 
 Journalistic and erotic ; 
 Plans of caucus and Convention 
 Swelled its bulk beyond dimension ; 
 Every kind of scrip an d docket 
 Found its place in THURLOW S pocket ; 
 But the book is lost, and we 
 Search for its recovery. 
 
 It contained a note from GREELEY, 
 Asking THUKLOW if he really 
 Had decided as to who 
 Should be suddenly put through 
 For BILL SEWARD S vacant shoe? 
 GREELEY was prepared to take it 
 If all right my lord could make it ; 
 And he then no more would tramp 
 In the wake of any scamp ; 
 But he wanted Yes or No, 
 That he might be governed so." 
 
 Then there came a note from RAYMOND, 
 \\ ith a sort of oblique aim and 
 Purpose cautiously suppressed : 
 He in Paris wished to rest, 
 And for consul would be glad 
 If LORD THURLOW S aid he had: 
 
T/,. roetical Worh of 
 
 "The prosp,.,-ts of tin- times \\ere bad 
 
 Ver\ denial. \er\ s;|,l ; 
 
 Hut whate er the Tiiins could do 
 
 Of service zealous, constant, true 
 
 I.OIM, Tin in ,,w mi;:ht make up his mind 
 
 He ever in its pa;:e should find. 
 
 If hi t" Si.\\ \i:n n \\ord \sould slip 
 
 For KAYMOM.S Paris consulship." 
 
 Au.l next there came that we should pen it 
 
 A sharp, clear note frniii ,|.(i. I ,I.NM;TT: 
 
 11 Kreiich miioii wanted -circulation 
 
 Larger than am in the nation 
 
 Why is the weak, dull D.vvms >.-nt 
 
 To where \\it rate- at cent, per cent., 
 
 With I I.NMN.;I..\ t ,,r hi> -e.-ietarv. 
 
 Who. when they >pcak I- rench. answers Nai\ ? 
 
 The administration then mav s\\;i V 
 
 The //iru/d s inlluence day Jiy day. 
 
 And Tin KI.MW. \\itliout cost oi dollar. 
 
 r>e. me a gentleman and scholar. 
 
 This note from CIMMIM;-, short and sweet 
 "The \\ , ,,/,!. my lord, is at \i.ur ; 
 Its empty columns I,M| e to find 
 The astute impress ,f \ um - mind ; 
 
 r.ut don t let CAMBBOM dispos,. 
 
 Of all the johs in ai-my clothes, 
 Katioiis and \\eajioiis. transportation 
 I ll - royal profits of the nation 
 Without remcml.erin^ mine and me. 
 Manchr-t of all your friends. A.( . 
 
 Do/ens of other pa| er> \\ere 
 
 ( onfided to the lo^t |,ook > care. 
 
 All equally of \\ei^ht %s ilh tho-e 
 
 The drift ofwfaicb \\ e here di-cl- 
 
 Now who. l.y any " crook" or " hook." 
 
 ( an lind for us this \\ondroiis hook. 
 
 And -ain at Wi.i \< an "infide" l<.ok ? 
 
 Who can re\eal to afti ; 
 
 The curious MOfetl of it- ,,. 
 
 And let us know how Tm 1:1 .,\\ noted 
 
 The -, ! lrm | \. Inch round his path have floated? 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. . . 209 
 
 MY DOVE IN HER NEST. 
 
 Nay, your wine will make me heady ; 
 We have ta en enough already ; 
 Let us go while we are steady ; 
 
 Do not stir I know my way. " 
 80 I lit my chamber candle, 
 Sought my room, and turned the handle 
 Lady togs, from ruff to sandal, 
 
 Loose across the lounger lay. 
 
 " Heavens !" I cried, alarmed and shaken, 
 Surely I have been mistaken ; 
 If the sleeping beauty waken, 
 
 What excuse for me remains ?" 
 Fear the dangerous joy enhances, 
 Love with eager step advances 
 Oh, the dreams, the languors, trances, 
 
 Throbbing in my dove s young veins. 
 
 Blissful watch above her keeping, 
 Angels guard their sister sleeping 
 Would they wake her should a peeping, 
 
 Bearded mortal ope the door ? 
 Cautiously a pace advancing, 
 Hound the rose-silk draperies glancing 
 Oh ! the sight divine, entrancing, 
 
 Haunts my dreams for evermore. 
 
 Flushed as May s young wealth of roses, 
 Laura on the couch reposes, 
 And the billowy snow discloses 
 
 Outlines worth a sculptor s note : 
 Tresses loose a golden wonder 
 Crimson lips that smile asunder, 
 And one small hand creeping under 
 
 The crisp lace which fringed her throat. 
 
 Now a kiss were easy stealing, 
 But I dared not trust the feeling, 
 For my very soul seemed reeling 
 
 In the fullness of her view; 
 So I bowed my head and blessed her, 
 1 rayed the angel host to rest her, 
 Softly said, " Sweet dreams, fair sister!" 
 
 And from that small heaven withdrew. 
 
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 \ BRACE <>! SONNKTS, 
 
 DEDICATED TO PEOKKSSOK WIllKhW AKTII 1IY t II Mil 
 
 ( )!i, Wideswnrth ! Feebly in the-e latter da\ - 
 
 We M-i-k tn build the imperial .-onnet s throne. 
 
 Monarch of ver-e and poe-ie : the tone 
 < If modem converM- ill can reach the la\s 
 Which hound old Petrarch \sitli immortal ba\ -. 
 
 And ga\e him o er thi> rhythm to rule- alone. 
 
 Milton, who drank \\\< spirit, and made known 
 To our roii^h tongue the harmony that j-lays 
 And lighten- o er the undivided thought 
 
 Ot thi< inten-e-t ]>oetry. hath -ho\vn 
 How neiir the nule Ndr-e utterance may he brought 
 To the -nt t mn-ic in Italia wrought. 
 
 And thou alas! to mockery >ometime- jironc 
 A portion of the melody bast caught. 
 
 II. 
 
 And I have likened -ladly to thy strain. 
 
 And thrilled in >)>irit to the solemn swell 
 
 Of music poured from out the ro>y >hell 
 Which some jiale mu>e had touched nor touched in vain- 
 With her white feet when wandering on in pain 
 
 < >f meditation through the sea-worn cell; 
 
 Her white brows knit, and crowned with a-phodH 
 (lathered by moonlight on the bree/y plain 
 Which -kirt- Parua u-: and I wondered how 
 
 Thy sold could deem >o liglitly of the spell 
 With which Apollo had adorned thy brow 
 i Still niggard to my pra\er and earned fQH 
 
 A~ to en\\ea\e the ^ilkm-t lin-ailed inil-e 
 With darning-cotton, -r.ch a^ 
 
 THE TROPIC BTKD 
 
 Not of our forests art thou! Here the cold 
 ( H \s inter >oon would mar 
 
 Thv glittering plumagi--- from afar, 
 l- rom land- of gold. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 211 
 
 And from the streams that roll along beneath 
 
 The quivering lotus bowers, 
 Where spreads the palm, and amaranthine flowers 
 
 In blushing wreath 
 Aye greet the kisses of the Eastern dawn, 
 
 Comest thou to us, bright bird. 
 I envy not his heart who, all unstirred, 
 
 Can look upon 
 Thy glittering wing, nor give his fancy rein 
 
 To tropic shore and glowing sky, 
 Streams, temples, woods, and with a sigh 
 
 Receive it back again. 
 For me, I look on thee, and in a dream, 
 
 Before the gazing eye, 
 The gorgeous pageant of the East rolls by 
 
 On Ganges stream. 
 Gem-studded galleys, and the crimson slaves 
 
 (Their tunics woven o er 
 "With sapphire studs and braids of yellow ore), 
 
 The cedar waves 
 Her emerald boughs above them ; and on high, 
 
 Throned on the ivory poop, 
 The swarthy sultan, with a hoop 
 
 That well might buy 
 Our barren kingdoms on his ample brow ; 
 
 And those young Georgian girls 
 The raven tresses looped with sparkling pearls 
 
 Before him bo%v, 
 All duteous to his nod. The silver oars 
 
 Flash as they hurry on 
 The peopled argosies ! Tis gone ! 
 
 The purple shores 
 Are silent, save the speechless melody 
 
 Poured from the myrtle bowers. 
 What is t to me that here the hours 
 Of daylight flee ? 
 
 A VALENTINE. 
 
 TO DOLLY B , TEN YKAK8 OLD. 
 
 On this pleasant day, dear Dolly, 
 When; from young Love s lips, 
 
 Touched by sweet Saint Valentine, 
 The bond of silence slips ; 
 
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 NII\V. \\hen ti> alloued n- 
 
 All our In-art- to l>aie 
 At \oiir m< de-t maiden .-hrine, 
 Tliu> I kneel and .- \\ear : 
 
 " I lear and heed me, Dollv, 
 
 I pledge my love to-day. 
 And \\hen you come to \voniai:liood. 
 Oh, then the deU if] ay. 
 
 Tin- hright glad hoiir> of girlhood, 
 
 Thf frolic soul tliat trips 
 On sihery feet o C n-y paths 
 
 Tin- pure and lan^hin^ lip- ; 
 The- golden ciii l>. the mantling Mn-li, 
 
 Thr lilnc and >inlc- cyi-s 
 ( )h. lH-\cr may the future hid 
 A < loud (, rr the.-e ari-e. 
 
 " IJnt hear and heed me. Dollv, 
 
 I pledge in\ heart to-da\ . 
 And \\hen you come to \M inanhood, 
 Oh, then the debt rrpa\ ." 
 
 I- .ach year, while ripening Keaniy 
 ( ,i\e- ronndne-- lo \u\\r form : 
 When the heart nou full of. 
 
 < iro\\- -ot ter and more \\arm : 
 \Vhcn your hln>h hath (l-i-|.rr meaning, 
 
 And \oiir eye- are darker lined. 
 Again, hefore your altar shrine, 
 Thi- pledge -h ; i|| I,,- renewed: 
 
 BO hear and heel me. Dolly. 
 
 .M\ heart i- thine to-dav. 
 And \\hen yon comi to womanhood. 
 Oh. then the deht re].ay." 
 
 MY MU. IS SAD. 
 
 NEW VER.-UI.N. 
 My soul i- -ad! Oh. <|iiickly hi ing 
 
 I lie -up I \rt c;in l,,\e (.. ilmin. 
 
 And let it- fragrant .ueetne-> (ling 
 Delieioii- languor round m\ hrain, 
 
 If in thi> heart one j.,ke renuiin. 
 The cup shall charm it into lii e ; 
 
 If there I.e any halm fir pain. 
 It is it i> in gloijon- nine. 
 
Charles Graham Halpi 
 
 But bid the cup at first be mild, 
 
 Xor let its strength come on too soon ; 
 I tell thee, waiter, I have smiled 
 
 At least a dozen times since noon. 
 And. now I ask of thee a boon 
 
 (Here take this quarter for your trouble) 
 Do you observe a double moon, 
 
 Or is it I that now " see double?" 
 
 MORE LIGHT. 
 
 More light more light more light ! 
 This is the cry of unhappy humanity, 
 This is the prayer of poor blinded humanity, 
 Groping in passion, in pain, and inanity 
 Round the bleak walls of the prison of vanity 
 Every where seeking a ray of divinity, * 
 
 Every where finding the terrible trinity ! 
 Darkness, and dolor, and doubt inexpressible 
 Numbness, and dumbness, and pain inexpressible 
 Deubts irrepressible, woes unendurable, 
 Tears that fall laughingly, smiles that are sorrowful ; 
 Longings and gleams of superior existences, 
 Voices that whisper from infinite distances 
 Mystical distances soul-haunted distances 
 Beauty that flings back the folds of a cerement, 
 Skeletons veiled in the garments of merriment, 
 All that is exquisite, all that is wonderful, 
 Earth avast theatre, over and under full 
 Full to the brim of discordant existences, 
 Matter and spirit, and powers and resistances 
 Every where opposites : anguish and levity, 
 Mortal reality, hoped immortality, 
 Art for long years, and man s life but a brevity. 
 Oli, in this shadowed and whispering night, 
 This mystical stage with its curtain of night, 
 Grant us Thy wisdom Thy comfort Thy light 
 Grant us more light, or we perish. 
 
 PHILIP AND I. 
 
 You, asking me how Philip fared, 
 Received reply that he and I, 
 Some years ago, had said good-hv, 
 
 S ince which I neither knew nor cared. 
 
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 It \\a- a pee\ i-h an-\\er, -poken 
 In hitter -orrow and regret 
 That -uch a ln-illiant, brightly -et 
 
 A- mu our friend.-hip. >lnulil In- broken. 
 
 Shattered with purpo-e tell and .-trong, 
 Without the warning of a word 
 An arrow whi-tling through a liird, 
 
 K\en while her throat wa- full of >ong. 
 
 Happy her fate! The ,-pirit winging 
 Ere sense of treachery or pain 
 Can reach conception in the brain. 
 
 She die- \\ithin the act of -inging. 
 
 So the shrill >haft which suddi ii ca-t 
 ( )ur dream of friend-hip to the ground, 
 ( )f its dread coiniiiLr ga\i- no -otind. 
 
 lint -mote and Chattered and wa> j.a-t. 
 
 One moment in aina/.e I >tood, 
 Thinking it can hut he in jot ! 
 Another, and within my lirea-t 
 
 The lahoring heart g:;\e >,,lis of blood. 
 
 Le-- hajipy than the hird. I live 
 
 To know the treachery, hear the pain, 
 And feel that on this earth again 
 
 Such friend-hip I no more can give. 
 
 So to your qiie-t how I hilip fared. 
 
 I made reply that he and I. 
 
 Some years ago. had .-aid good-hy. 
 Since which I neither kneu nor cared. 
 
 TOKENSIC ELOQUKNCK A PORTRAIT. 
 "What is the gecn-t of y.nir friend Brady s success ?" Qtten/ in 
 
 Not \\ith fa-t-fla-hing volley- of vain -prech 
 I-iied olf at random, and re\e,ding naught 
 I ut MM!, ia-.- ii-ed to hide the \\aiit of thought 
 
 .Mere -iiminer-thiinder the kind schoolmen teach 
 And nrsrr to a detinite pur|M,-c wrought ; 
 
 Hut \\ith ni"-t apt preci-ioii. ami a tongue 
 
 Linked in -iich harmony \\ith the weighing hrain 
 That e\cr\ phra-e i- halanced there again. 
 
 Drojiping like gold on truth - o\\ n toudi-tonc rung 
 lie-nit- arrived at \>\ a perfect chain: 
 
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 Quick sympathy with every trait and touch 
 Reflected in the natures round him brought, 
 And an assimilating power of thought 
 
 So like our own, we let it pass for such, 
 
 Priding ourselves as teachers when but taught. 
 
 One other power an iindecaying flame 
 Of human charity soft, religious warmth; 
 Never was wreck but tells him of some storm ; 
 
 And, pitying what his judgment yet must blame, 
 He sees God s image in the meanest form. 
 
 These are the weapons wielded by my friend 
 These, and an orderly, analytic mind, 
 Grouping strong facts beneath the heads assigned, 
 
 And making all to one conclusion tend : 
 Ears to the deaf, and eyesight to the blind. 
 
 A VISIT. 
 
 Ah me ! how time doth gallop now 
 With headlong stride and pace ; 
 
 But yesterday thy youthful brow, 
 And gentle girlish face, 
 
 Were set in memory like a gem 
 
 Worn in some queenly diadem. 
 
 How changed to me the picture seems 
 
 In tinting, shape, and air ; 
 The child I thought of in my dreams 
 
 Now smiles a woman fair ; 
 And while her graceful form I see, 
 The past seems but an hour to me. 
 
 A light heart glows within thee still, 
 Though not exempt from pain ; 
 
 And Nature, in her task to fill, 
 Let all thy youth remain, 
 
 And gave thee, with a woman s form, 
 
 A charm to keep all friendship warm. 
 
 Since last in by-gone years we met, 
 
 How many hopes are fled ! 
 What joys we think of with regret, 
 
 To all save memorv dead ; 
 But with our being still will dwell 
 The magic of their holy spell. 
 
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 Tim- may the fiiliin- yet ie\e.d 
 
 N e\\ jo\> t> equal tho-e. 
 Anil o er mil- spirit- too m;iy -teal 
 
 Tlu- Mi-- df calm ri-pii-.-. 
 Coining like gentle -iiinincr -hower- 
 To give new life t< drooping llowers. 
 
 Till-: TINMU Kii To Ills HABE, 
 
 < )hl ^ irl. that ha-t l.orne ine far ami fa-t 
 
 < Mi pawing lindf- that were ne\er loth. 
 
 < )nr j;all(i|i tn-ila\ may In- tin- 1-i-t 
 
 K>r tln-c in- fm- IIH- -of pcrclianci- fur Imtli. 
 A- I ti^htvn your ^irth, do you nothing daunt 
 
 Do \nii catch the hint of our forming liiu-? 
 And no\v tin 1 artilk ry move to the front. 
 
 Have yon ne\er a^nalin. l ,ay I5i-- of mine? 
 
 It i- dainty to -cc \<ui -idle and start 
 
 A- \oii move to the liaitle .- doiidv marge, 
 And to feel the swells of your wakening heart 
 
 When our ca\alry Indies sound a charge. 
 At the <cream of the -hell and the roll of the -drum 
 
 Yon fei^n to lie fri-htened with skitti-h glam e. 
 I>ut ii]) the <rreen slo|,e> \\here the l.iillet- hum, 
 
 ( (njuetti.-hly, darling. I ve known you danre. 
 
 Your -kin i< satin, your no>trils red. 
 
 Your eyes are a bird s Of ;i lo\ in^ g\\ ] - : 
 And from delicate fetlock to dainty 1:. 
 
 A throl.liin^ vein-cordage around voii ciirN. 
 <>h. joy .f my -old. 1 if you they slay, 
 
 For triumph or rout I little care; 
 For there i- not in all the \\ide \;dley to dav 
 
 Such a dear little In idle-\\ i-e. thon,u-h-liied mare. 
 
 BREVET RANK 
 
 TO TIIE BE*ATOUs : i ll i i M i i n - r \ i i -. 
 
 To Sheridan - heroes and Sherman - men. 
 And the hull .mt u ho drove i 
 
 <ii\e ln-evct promotions of honor : and then 
 !- ind M -in" f>nl d. tecti\f, -ome lepnui- -pv. 
 Hi- lain rs a loathing, hi- life hut a lie. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 
 
 Some wretch who hath planned half the crimes he exposed, 
 
 Chief plotter himself of the plots he disclosed, 
 
 And place on his shoulders not cowhide thongs, 
 
 But the brevet which rightly to honor belongs ; 
 
 And when this you have done, will your brevets then 
 
 ( )n Sheridan s heroes and Sherman s men, 
 
 And the bull-dogs of Grant who drove Lee from his den, 
 
 Sit proudly as trophies they won in the fray, 
 
 ( )r shrivel to shameful mementoes away ? 
 
 Oli, think of it, senators ! Thousands have died, 
 
 Pouring out their young lives in an eager tide, 
 
 While to win this prize of honor they vied ; 
 
 And this prize past price can you now degrade 
 
 To a-badge of the mouchard s odious trade? 
 
 If ftie spy hath done well, pay him store of gold 
 
 By thousands, or fifties of thousands told ; 
 
 ( )r should you lack means his reward to defray, 
 
 Take all that we have our last dollar of pay, 
 
 But leave us the honor our swords have won . 
 
 As a glory to boast, not a shame to shun ; 
 
 Nor bid Sheridan s heroes and Sherman s men, 
 
 And the bull-dogs of Grant who drove Lee from his den, 
 
 On their straps, as a blistering symbol to bear, 
 
 What this human sleuth-hound is free to share. 
 
 GENERAL ORDERS OF THE CITIZEN. 
 
 GENERAL ORDER NO. I. 
 
 A paragraph to make one laugh 
 Should be often lines just a half; 
 A trivial theme a brilliant stream 
 Of verbiage, metaphor, and dream 
 Such as this paragraph, I deem. 
 
 A stirring song is never long, 
 But must be fiery, terse, and strong, 
 With much of thought, not fully, wrought, 
 But in quick glimpses shown and caugh: : 
 Such are the rules Bob Burns has taught. 
 
 A good critique should ever seek 
 
 To check the proud and help the weak ; 
 
 Not swayed by fame, nor prone to blame 
 
 Calm, energetic never tame 
 
 And free from mercenary shame. 
 
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 A tali or -ketch >hould never fetch 
 It- hero t roni thy luuid. Jack Ketch ; 
 Though for a time the tide of crime 
 Koll down \\hite-cre-ted ami -iiMime, 
 It leave- a track of \enomed -lime. 
 
 In >hort. lie liriet . Kai h added leaf 
 I- -<> much to your reader - ^riefj 
 Tin- point i- <roiie ; the li^htniu^ -hone 
 And die- \\ hile yet we labor on : 
 True wit ne er know! a -econd dawn. 
 
 -e the-e rule-, and I -k the school- 
 
 ( )f coni|io-iiioii taught l>\ tool-. 
 Briefne-< and wit together lit. 
 And fly. like Parthian-, \\hen they hit 
 The urchin- are too \vi-e to >it. 
 
 rder of the I-;ditor coininandin^. 
 
 .lulls .I..M.-. Lieut. Col. and A.A.( 
 
 Tia Tll IN PARENTHESIS, OB -THE 
 
 I lovt oli. more than words can tell 
 (Your niiifty tl -and golden -hiiirr- : 
 
 ^"011 draw in.- \<\ a tiaim-lf-- -] rl| 
 CAs California <lra\\s the miners); 
 
 ^ 011 an- so rich in lieaut\ - do\\.-r 
 (And rich in i-everal \\ay- he-ide it), 
 
 Had I your hand within my po\\er 
 
 m a linker - draft to piidc it), 
 
 No care my future life mulii dim 
 
 ( My tailor, too what joy to him !). 
 
 i Hi. -hould \oii change your name for mine 
 I \<- ^ iven mv name on lull- to t\\cnt\ 
 l- .xi-lcncc \\crc a dream dhine 
 
 (At lea-t -o loiijr M- ca-h wa- plcnt\ : 
 Our home -hould he a -yhan ^iot 
 
 i. Itilliard. -inokm^-room. and lardi-r 
 And there, for^.-ttiii^ and forgot 
 
 M\ pre-ent need. I d Ine tlie harder.. 
 Our da\- -hould ].a-- in fre-h deli^ht- 
 har^ic day-, hut roarm- ni-ln- . 
 
 Oh say, my voting, my fawn-like ^irl 
 
 (She - old enough to l.e my mother . 
 
 Let Ye, orrleap thoM- ^ate- of pearl 
 
 Mv laughter it i- haul to -mother); 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 
 
 Let lips that Love hath formed for joy 
 (For joy if they her purse resign me) 
 
 Long hesitate ere they destroy 
 
 (And to a debtor s jail consign me) 
 
 The heart that beats but to adore 
 
 (Yourself the less, your fortune more). 
 
 Consent consent, my priceless love 
 
 (Her price precise is ninety thousand) ; 
 I swear by all around, above 
 
 (Her purse-strings now, I feel, are loosened), 
 I have not loved you for your wealth * 
 
 (Nor loved at all, as I m a sinner) ; 
 Oh bliss ! you yield ; one kiss by stealth ! 
 
 (I m sick that kiss has spoiled my dinner) ; 
 Now earlv name the blissful day 
 (My duns grow clamorous for their pay). 
 
 THIRD ODE, FOURTH BOOK OF HORACE. 
 
 Him on whose humble birth a gentle light, 
 
 O Muse ! you shed, no wrestling-prize may win, 
 
 No war-steed bear him in the triumph bright, 
 Nor shall his voice be heard above the din 
 
 Of arme d hosts ; for him no laurel springs . 
 
 From threats hurled back on subjugated kings. 
 
 But where through Tibur s vale sweet waters flow. 
 Amid dense bowers of thickly shadowing leaves, 
 
 There shall his brow beneath dark ivy glow 
 As his wild harp the JEolian measure weaves ; 
 
 For queenly Rome hath deigned to hear his song, 
 
 Nor envy dares to do him farther wrong. 
 
 Oh, gentle Muse, whose fingers modulate 
 The dulcet music of the golden shell 
 
 Thou whom from dumb fishes even canst create 
 Such notes as from the dying cygnet swell, 
 
 It is your gift that I cstn touch the lyre, 
 
 While those who pass me hearken and admire. 
 
 Tis by thy gift oh bounteous beyond measure 
 That I to strangers as a bard am known ; 
 
 Yea, that I live, and that my songs give pleasure 
 (If please they do), the praise is thine alone, 
 
 For thou hast given his all of poet-fire 
 
 To thy poor stringer of the Roman lyre. 
 
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 [GDRA$IL. 
 
 The tree of life, that -hone -o fair 
 
 In spring s alternate -hine and -houer. 
 What Litter fruit its 1. ram-he- Near 
 
 How loon tii rtripped of baf and flower, 
 
 A- it ;itli\\.-irt tin- iheltering 
 
 Had swept tlie pe-tilent 
 N ur c\rr inurt heneath it- -hade 
 Shall violet ope or primro-e Mooni. 
 
 No more lieucath if- -preadin- lt-;i\-- 
 
 Shall weary lanilis at noontide throng, 
 While o\frlic;i.l the linnet \\e;i\.^ 
 
 The -ilken lenor of hi- son^ . 
 No more the pale and MUTOWMI^ moon 
 
 llri de\\\ ti-.-irs alove it weep; 
 No more at night s iinhroken noon 
 
 Shall .Mn-e I.eneath it- l.ranche> >le.-],. 
 
 l- or l.li^ht haih fallen on hud and leaf, 
 
 And turned it- fruitful sap to ^all. 
 And. inildeued in the >hower> of grief, 
 
 It totteix to an early fall. 
 The l.ou^h the redhrea-t u-ed to love 
 
 NMW ni-htly hear- the ouln hoot- - 
 The locu-t unaus the lea\e> ;il.o\e. 
 
 The eankeruorni i> at the root. 
 
 Then -hall it fall, and Iea\e In-hind 
 No iv.-ord (if the liri^hter pa-t. 
 
 t pn.oted |,y the idle \\iud. 
 
 And \\hirl.-il a\\ay upon the Ma-t. 
 
 Kdl-felld it. Hr:,\eli . j, ^ t> \\ ,,,,, U;nm 
 
 llafh nur-ed thi- plague: trail-plant it now 
 AVhere drifting rain and edd\in^ -torm 
 May pui::e the root and cleaiiM- the 
 
 And Hope wild loll- had li-teiied mute 
 
 Now rai-rd her a/.ure e\e- and -miled : 
 She whi-pered lo\\- of future fruit. 
 
 And pointed to the di-tant wild. 
 Oh. hear it thither; tm-t in (i...| : 
 
 Have faith in my ].i-o|ihetie words 
 A;/ain tuill IpreM it- arm- al.road, 
 
 And -helter it- de-erted hird-. 
 
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 THE FENIAN SCAEE. 
 
 Half in terror, half in wonder, 
 
 Johnny Bull, with open mouth, 
 Just begins to feel the blunder 
 
 Of his favor to the South ; 
 And he sees, wherever turning 
 
 His distraught and haggard view, 
 Minatory meteors burning 
 
 In our banner s field of bine ; 
 And within the panorama 
 
 Which foretells his flag s eclipse, 
 He beholds the Alabama 
 
 And her kindred pirate-ships ; 
 And he sees the Fenians reaching 
 
 To assault him in his lair 
 And, his own bad conscience preaching, 
 
 This explains "the Fenian scare." 
 
 AN ANTI-MAINE-LAW LYRIC. 
 Air: " The Old Oaken Bucket." 
 
 How dear to the heart is the bottle of brandy, 
 When fond recollection presents it to view, 
 
 As it stood in the cupboard, so neat and so handy, 
 With its neck tapered off, and its belly of blue! 
 
 The old cottage Avails are now crumbling to pieces, 
 As I, who am old, must soon crumble myself, 
 
 But ah ! every woe and embitterment ceases 
 
 When I think on the bottle that stood on the shelf 
 
 The big-bellied bottle the taper-necked bottle 
 The bottle of brandy that stood on the shelf. 
 
 The loosely-corked bottle, I held it a treasure. 
 
 For often, when weary I came from the field, 
 I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure 
 
 Such pleasure as brandy and weariness yield. 
 In a moment I seized it. and, hastily bringing 
 
 Some spice from the closet, I mixed me a bowl, 
 And soon was my weariness changed into singing, 
 
 And the dust of rny labor was washed from my soul 
 By the big-bellied bottle the taper-necked bottle 
 
 The bottle of brandy that stood on the shelf, 
 
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 Hi.vv iwert In .in the tliin crystal l.rini to receive it. 
 
 A- I turned iiji my linger and moi-trned my lip* : 
 N l a fountain of diamonds coiilil tempt me tojeave it. 
 
 N.r all the cold \vater that lirs mi.lrr -hip- * 
 Ami still, though in .Maine i- my piv-ent location. 
 
 And although tis a p,c>d ,,ne f or gathering pelt . 
 A- fancy revert- to the rnl.v temptation. 
 
 I >i^h for the bottle that Mnod mi the -helf 
 For the ],\ i r 1,,-llied huttle the luuM-ly-j-orki tl Uttlc -- 
 
 The gurgling l.lue In it tit- that Mom l ( ,n the -hell . 
 
 1 AKTANT POUR LA SVK1K. 
 
 FROM Till l 1:1 \, ii. 
 
 young and gallant, 
 
 I- i-r Syria Bailing >r...n. 
 l ra\ed ti> the Virgin Marv 
 
 That -he \\niild grant his IKKMI 
 "(Jraiit. Mary, thoii \\lni MTMt, 
 
 Ininmrtal (^neen !" he cried. 
 " That I may he the liraviM. 
 
 And \\ in the ln\elie-t hride." 
 
 er -hrine engraven 
 I Ii- pra\er I m ever >hone, 
 And. \v ith hi- lird to latlle. 
 DuiKii- rn-hed l.ravely <>n : 
 And. to that good oath -tcady. 
 
 This charging crv he gave: 
 I jive to the lain-t lady, 
 And honor to the brave !" 
 
 Hi- Im-d ciird. "All the triumph 
 
 I- thine. Dnni.i-. I -v\ear : 
 And a- yon have given me c<m ( |ue-t. 
 
 Thy turtiiiie i- my care. 
 My daughter I-ahella. 
 
 Thou -halt wed her to-night- 
 She i- the I aire-t maiden. 
 
 And yon the l.rave-t knight. 
 
 At the altar of the Virgin 
 
 Their nuptial troth they plight 
 < Mi. l.le--rd i- the union 
 
 Where hand- and heart< unite. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 
 
 And all who thronged the chapel 
 This benediction gave 
 
 "Love to the fairest lady, 
 And honor to the brave!" 
 
 NINTH ODE OF HORACE, THIRD BOOK. 
 
 FREELY TRANSLATED BY CIIAELES BROADBENT. 
 
 A DUET BETWEEN HOKACE AND LYDIA. 
 HORACE. 
 
 Whilst thou wert mine, and round your bosom tender 
 No youth more loved his happy arms might fold, 
 
 I envied not the Persian monarch s splendor, 
 More proud of thee than he of all his gold. 
 
 LYDIA. 
 
 Whilst thou with warmer fire adored no other, 
 Nor Lydia bowed to Chloe s hated name, 
 
 I envied not Rome s Ilia, our great mother, 
 Proud of thy love as she of her son s fame.* 
 
 HORACE. 
 
 The Cretan Chloe now commands my duty, 
 Skillful in song, and mistress of the lyre, 
 
 For whom, if Fate but spared her shining beauty, 
 I would not dread this moment to expire. 
 
 LYDIA. 
 
 Calais, of Thurian Orynthus descended, 
 
 Inflames my passion with love s fiery breath ; 
 
 Were his life spared when my brief days were ended, 
 Twice, and that gladly, would I suffer death. 
 
 HORACE. 
 
 What if our love returned, and, reunited, 
 Our spirits beat in hai mony and hope ? 
 
 If Chloe of the golden locks be slighted, 
 Would Lydia s arms to me, repentant, ope ? 
 
 LYDIA. 
 
 Though he yon star s rich lustre is excelling, 
 You, light as cork, and passionate as the storm, 
 
 With you, my love, should be my happy dwelling 
 And in your grave would I resign my form. 
 
 * Romulus, son to Ilia. 
 
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 A COLLKcr. BONO. 
 
 Well, the world -roes round forever. 
 
 Whether \\e are >ad or j^iv. 
 Float- the cloud ;ind roll- the river, 
 
 Though we ]>iiie our live.- a\\av : 
 
 Ni-ht ii-iir].- the throne of day. 
 And. u hen morning s lance- <|iir\er 
 
 ( > er the mountain-, flic- auav. 
 I ut returns at Min-et . 
 
 Farth ahernate- ni^ht and dav. 
 (Irave and gay. 
 
 If the world so little care us, 
 
 Why >houl<L we regard the world? 
 Siill her tlouery meadows hear u<. 
 
 And the -tar-tent is unfurled ; 
 
 F.\en the stars from heaxeii are hurled 
 And the ^ r ra-]i of death \\ill tear us 
 
 I- n-in the tree round which we. cnrled- 
 I- ri in the tree ot life \\ill tear n>. 
 
 Hound which our aflec(ioii< curled 
 From the world. 
 
 ( omrade-. -, )n ii the \\orld \\ill lea\e 11- 
 Stranded on the shores of time; 
 
 Ye.ir- of all our joy- l>ereave n-. 
 Age is like the -erpent -lime, 
 Maiiiin:: ro-e- iii their prime; 
 
 I-!\ery day \\ill deeper ^rie\e u-. 
 F\ery parting hour \\ill chime 
 
 A knell for the -ucct li,ij,e> that lea\e u- 
 IJuried in the l.y-pnie. time 
 u chime. 
 
 ( . iiiiiidc-. lefan ili- pa>-iiiLT moment 
 
 Lent us hy eternity : 
 I FM it \\ i-el\ . for ti- -o lent. 
 A> a dfOp from out th> 
 
 hackward in-taiith ; 
 aihanc.--, ^ray and low hent 
 
 fl the ua\c- ofpleuare ilee: 
 
 I >ri\c- n- r.i our late-t moment. 
 To the 1 1 read eternity 
 To that \a-t and trackle-- M .i. 
 
 ( \er which the cloud- aie | ( .\\ hent. 
 Ami uncounted >liado\\< Ilee. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 225 
 
 FOURTH ODE, FIRST BOOK OF HORACE. 
 
 Once more, thank heaven, the western breeze is sounding, 
 
 And Winter yields to Spring s delightful sway ; 
 The skiffs, long moored in ice, are bounding 
 
 O er the bright waters of the rippling bay ; 
 The flocks we stall-fed seek the tender clover, 
 
 The plowman quits his fire and yokes his team. 
 The snowy robes that lately covered over 
 
 The swelling uplands melt into the stream. 
 
 Now, by sweet moonlight, Venus and the Graces 
 
 O er the green sod the flying dancers urge ; 
 The Cyclops toil in their appointed places, 
 
 And fiery Vulcan labors at his forge ; 
 Now let the myrtle wreath be placed upon us, 
 
 And all the flowers that earliest brave the cold ; 
 Now let us offer sacrifice to Faunus 
 
 In shady groves, the firstling of our fold. 
 
 Pale Death, with equal step, is seen approaching 
 
 The peasant s hut and palace-home sublime, 
 And the dark flood of age "so fast encroaching, 
 
 Forbids us fix our hope on distant time ; 
 Darkness and death, oblivion of the spirit, 
 
 Soon from our brow shall tear the shining crown : 
 The grave is all from Nature we inherit, 
 
 And Pluto there in silence binds us down. 
 
 In that cold mansion, farewell the dominion 
 
 Of jovial cheer, the wine-cup, and the song ; 
 Love in its gloom ne er bathes his rosy pinion, 
 
 Nor grants his pleasures to the ghostly throng. 
 Xothing can please that erstwhile did excite you, 
 
 Nor from your face remove the heavy frown ; 
 Not even can Laura s tender glance delight you, 
 
 She now the toast and beauty of the town. 
 
 AN EXILE S GRAVE. 
 
 He sleeps, and o er his humble grave 
 No gilded trophy meets the view, 
 And yet the man beneath was true. 
 Just, resolute, and brave. 
 
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 He paid his folly - farthe-t debt 
 Iiiurn it with hi- mortal part ! 
 His qualities of mind anil In-art 
 Will lung Mirvive liiin \et. 
 
 Oh, friends, it is n bitter thing 
 Tit die alone in a wide land, 
 Without a friend, without a hand. 
 ( )r hope, or help to bring : 
 
 To know our bone- may neve - 
 In the green valleys of our youth 
 To leel that many a foul untruth 
 ( )ur memory may m..le-t. 
 
 lit- 1 tared again-t a vengeful f .- 
 The steel to freedom consecrate. 
 And died, the victim of a hate 
 
 That -pare- n.. r high nor low. 
 
 For there are ways of killing men 
 He-ide the -word, the axe, the rope 
 Great hearts will break when lost to hope. 
 And yet no blood be seen. 
 
 In -iniple-t guise, and home l.y -ome 
 Who kni-w hi- worth his will to bless 
 He pre e-. as mir no!>le-t pre--. 
 The couch of martyrdom. 
 
 Peace to his >otil ! Li-t him who ne er 
 Hath felt the long-pn>traeted pains. 
 The life in death of pri-oii-chain-. 
 Sj.eak lowly and beware. 
 
 Let him who ne er was gagged, and torn 
 Fr-nii home and kindred far awav 
 Who hath not >teeped from day to dav 
 Hi- bread in tear- of -corn. 
 
 Let him ! mute, or meekly pray. 
 Thu- kneeling on the gra--\ MM 
 "Thy sore temi.tation-. known t< God, 
 lla\e \\a-hed thy -in- away." 
 
 wi: MicHT HAVE p.r.r.N 
 
 There is a whi-per ringing ( lear 
 
 in e\e!-\ dtepieti Usten0M ear 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 227 
 
 A whisper of but scanty cheer, 
 And heard more clearly year by year 
 You might have been you might have been. 
 
 Breathing throughout the hush of night, 
 It shuns companionship and light ; 
 A knell, a blessing, and a blight, 
 We profit if we hear aright, 
 " You might have been you might have been. 
 
 As memory bids the past arise, 
 The soaring hopes that swept the skies 
 (Each in its narrow grave now lies), 
 We hear, and not with tearless eyes, 
 "You might have been you might have been. 
 
 We might have played a nobler game, 
 Essayed and reached a worthier aim, 
 Had less of grief and more of fame, 
 Nor heard, as from a tongue of flame, 
 "You might have been you might have been. 
 
 FOURTH BOOK OF HORACE, THIRTEENTH ODE. 
 
 FBEELY TEANSLATED BY CHAELE8 BEOADBENT. 
 
 The gods have heard my prayer, girl, 
 
 The gods have heard my prayer ; 
 For thou art old, yet still dost wish 
 
 To be reputed fair. 
 You drink the rosy wine, girl, 
 
 And coo like any dove, 
 With your half-tipsy, husky voice, 
 
 The tender hymn of love. 
 
 The butterfly of love, girl, 
 
 Still shuns the withered tree ; 
 His home is in the summer bower, 
 
 And such is not for thee. 
 Your foul and straggling teeth, girl, 
 
 The wrinkles on your brow, 
 The elf-locks of your whitening hair 
 
 ( an little please him now. 
 
 Nor purple robes restore, girl, 
 Nor gems bring back the age 
 
 Which winged Time in passing wrote 
 On History s open page. 
 
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 ( Hi ! where i- heauty ^oiie. ;:irl ? 
 
 Tin- ^race? tlu bloomr what part 
 lla-t limn of her remaining i i\\ 
 
 Who once o er-uayed my heart : 
 
 Next t<. < ynara wen timu 
 
 In wit. and t onu. and face. 
 But the gods removed Cynara 
 
 Kiv time destroyed her grace, 
 l.ut the ^mU ]>re-er\ed \ e.-tiii:i 
 
 TII rival the ra\en v years. 
 And that ^ln\viii^ youth should mock the t< 
 
 Now .jiieiiclicd in time and tears. 
 
 W 1 1 HnVOLOGY PHILOSOPI 1 1 / 1 . 1 . 
 I. 
 
 Oil! none of your hoarding-school mi>-e-. 
 
 Your >\\eet. timid creature- for me. 
 \\ ho rave about ( iipid an<l l>li-M-~. 
 
 Yet know not what either may l>e. 
 I don t feel at all sentimental. 
 
 Nor care I for Byron a rap 
 Hut give me a jolly and gentle 
 
 Young widow, in weed> and a cap. 
 
 II. 
 To her I would offer my duty. 
 
 For, in truth, all helief it exceeds 
 
 llo\\ \a-tly the hlo->oin of heauty 
 1- ln-i-hteiied hy peeping from " 
 
 She i- armed cap-a-pie for the >tru^</le. 
 To her cap I a capti\e helon^r : 
 
 And the \\ink of her magical o^le 
 
 1- a challenge to court-hip and soii^. 
 
 III. 
 
 The trenior- of girlhood are r\er. 
 
 Lo\e > li|o-~om IIM- ripened to fruit : 
 And her " lir.-t lo\ e" a-leep und-r clo\er, 
 
 I- the -oil \shere mv pa--ioii take- runt. 
 Ti- plea-ant to know " the departed 
 
 \\"a- tenderly cared to the la-t." 
 And that -lie \\ill not die liroken-hearted 
 
 If I should pop otV ju-t a- fa-t. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Her temper is never so restive 
 
 Her duty she knows and a shape 
 Is never so sweetly suggestive 
 
 As when it is muffled in crape. 
 The maid wears one ring when she marries, 
 
 In proof she all others discards, 
 While the widow-wife wiselier carries 
 
 A pair of these marital guards. 
 
 y. 
 
 So none of your boarding-school misses, 
 
 Your sweet, timid creatures for me, 
 Who rave about Cupid and blisses, 
 
 Yet know not what either may be. 
 I don t feel at all sentimental, 
 
 Nor care I for Byron a rap 
 But give me a jolly and gentle 
 
 Young widow, in weeds and a cap. 
 
 UNCLE THAD STEVENS. 
 
 Gnarled and tough from seventy winters, 
 A gritty, grisly, bitter " Had" 
 
 Though our Union fall to splinters, 
 Here s to Pennsylvania Thad ! 
 
 Brown his wig, but green his vigor, 
 
 Angry often, never sad 
 Full of wit and prone to rigor, 
 
 Here s to Pennsylvania Thad ! 
 
 Though lame his leg, his mind is rapid, 
 And all the House is hushed and glad 
 
 When, to squelch some talker vapid, 
 Rises Pennsylvania Thad. 
 
 He s in candor a believer ; 
 
 All may know the thought he had ; 
 For no mealy-mouthed deceiver 
 
 Is our wrinkled Uncle Thad. 
 
 Into epithets he rushes : 
 
 All are " traitors" or are " mad" 
 All who dare to cross the wishes 
 
 Of our Pennsylvania Thad. 
 
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 Thad. we like you : yon are able: 
 
 Ami tin- biggest brick thai \\e have had 
 
 In our loud congre--ional Mabel 
 I- niir Pennsylvania Thad. 
 
 Spite nf age, lie still is liuinan. 
 
 . \iul while to mail he is nut had. 
 ( )h dear ! a good man to a woman 
 
 The kimllie-t man is Uncle Thad. 
 
 Naked truth lor him hath charm- : 
 And lor the negroes, like a " Kad." 
 
 And lor their right to "he in arms," 
 Nobly fought our t ncle Thad. 
 
 Go it. my did -boulder-hitter! 
 
 For, though we think vour logic l>ad, 
 You re ju>t as hrilliant as you iv hitter 
 
 Here s to Pennsylvania Thad ! 
 
 Tin: HILL OF KILLENARDEN. 
 
 Though time effaces memory, 
 
 And griefs the hoxnn harden. 
 I ll ne er forget, where er I he, 
 
 That day at Killenarden : 
 For there, \\hile fancy reveled wide, 
 
 The -ummer s day Hew o er me; 
 The friend- I loved were at my side, 
 
 And Iri-h Held- het ore me. 
 
 The road wa- -tee].; the jielting >liowcrs 
 
 Had cooled the >ol l.ciieath n- : 
 And there were lot- of mountain (lower-, 
 
 A garland to enwreath n-. 
 Far. tar l>elo\\ the land-ca]>e shone 
 
 With wheat and iiew-iiioun meadow.-. 
 And a- o rrhead the cloud- tlc\\ on. 
 
 Beneath -wept on their shadou-. 
 
 Oh, friend-, lieyond the Atlantic - foam 
 
 Tlierc may he Holder inoimtaiu-, 
 And in our new far Wc-tern home 
 
 Green lields and brighter fountain-; 
 I>ut M (or me. let time d< -troy 
 
 All dream-, hui thi- one pardon, 
 And harren memory long enjoy 
 
 That day on Killeiianlen. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 231 
 
 THE LIFE CHASE. 
 
 They started when the morning blushed 
 
 Above the wave, 
 Earth, in its dewy freshness, hushed 
 
 As is the grave ; 
 They started whence a torrent rushed 
 
 Down from the hill, 
 And many a flower their footprints crushed, 
 
 On hurrying still. 
 
 A rosy child the quarry tripped 
 
 Adown the vale ; 
 Each dew-drop from the rose he sipped, 
 
 And lily pale ; 
 Oft in the crystal stream he dipped, 
 
 Nor thought of fear, 
 But, merry-eyed and cherry-lipped, 
 
 Made music there. 
 
 He recked not that he was pursued 
 
 So youth is blind, 
 But mocked the dull decrepitude 
 
 That lagged behind ; 
 He sought the covert of a wood, 
 
 And loudly laughed, 
 " Old huntsman of the fearful mood, 
 
 I scorn thy shaft." 
 
 Nor frowned nor smiled the huntsman old, 
 
 But tottered on ; 
 His eyes were keen, his hands were cold, 
 
 His visage wan ; 
 A drapery of darkness rolled 
 
 Around his form, 
 And still he chased through wood and wold, 
 
 Through shine and storm. 
 
 When evening o er the mountains came, 
 
 The child grew weak ; 
 Gone the rich vigor of his frame, 
 
 And pale his cheek ; 
 But the huntsman s eyes are still aflame, 
 
 And deep his breath 
 Life is that huntsman s dying game, 
 
 That huntsman, Death. 
 
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 Tin: 
 
 When tin- news of Jim Lane - -nicide 
 Was bruited through tin- citv. 
 
 Some few- a MTV few men -ighed 
 " Deal- nil- ! oh, what a pity ." 
 
 Hut when the new- " Lam- 1ms not died" 
 
 Fell -adly on the city. 
 Then all the town, like OIK- man, cried 
 
 " Dear Sa\ior ! what a pity !" 
 
 LECOMI TOVS HLACK BKIGADE. 3 * 
 
 Mi OF T1IE CHARLESTON dN V KVI I. >s. 
 
 Single-handed, and surrounded by Lecompton s black brigade, 
 
 \Vitli the treaniry of a nation drained to pay lor hireling aid : 
 
 All the weapons of Corruption the l.ril.e, the threat, the lie 
 
 All the force- of hi> ri\aU leagued to make tlii- one man die, 
 
 Yet -milingly he met them, his heart and forehead I tare. 
 
 And they quailed heneath the lightning- nf hi- Miie eve - sudden 
 
 glare : 
 
 For all liehind him thronging the mighty people came, 
 With look- of liery eagerne-- and words of leaping llanii 
 
 " A I k>UOL \- and a 1 )i)i.;i.A8 !" 
 
 Hark to the people .- crv. 
 Shaking the . artli l.eneatli their feet, 
 
 And thundering through the -ky. 
 
 Crooked and weak, hut envious as the witche- of Macheth. 
 ( aine nld and gray Hi , n s\ \s a hungering fur hi- death : 
 And full of mortal >trategy. \\ith green and rheiinn OVet, 
 .l-.iis M iin.i.i.-- he of Hmima- each pi.i-niied arrn\v tri--. 
 \\ ith cold and stony \i-a^e. ] . \ ,r.\ K IM:I I...L i- there. 
 \\lnle old .Ini. L\M. keep- Hniiri-hing hi- ru-tv -\\<.rd in air: 
 I5ut -till the I.IITI.I; (ii \M" hold- unmoved hi- fearle- uav, 
 While the great uave- nfthe people behind him rock and -wav 
 
 "A \> ..... i v- .11. i a i )\ (,i \- : 
 
 No hand but hi- can guide. 
 In -in h a "trait, our >hip of -tate 
 Acr<i the -tormy tide." 
 
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 A poisonous reptile, many-sealed and with most subtle fang, 
 Crawled forward CALEB CUSHING, while behind his rattles rang ; 
 And, mounted on a charger of hot and glossy black, % 
 The Alabamian YANCEY dashes in with fell attack : 
 Lo ! BAYARD is aroused, and quits his favorite cards and dice, 
 While JEFF DAVIS plots with BIGLER full many a foul device ; 
 But, smiling still, against them all their One Foe holds his own, 
 While louder still and louder the cry behind has grown 
 
 " A DOUGLAS and a DOUGLAS, 
 Who every base trick spurns ; 
 
 The people s will is sovereign still, 
 And that to DOUGLAS turns." 
 
 Half horse, half alligator, here from Mississippi s banks 
 The blatant BARRY caracols and spurs along the ranks ; 
 From Arkansaw comes BURROWS, with his "toothpick" in its sheath, 
 While that jaundiced Georgian, JACKSON, shows his grim and ugly- 
 teeth ; 
 
 And BARKSDALE barks his bitterest bark, and curls his stunted tail, 
 And snarls like forty thousand curs beneath a storm of hail ; 
 But smiling now almost a laugh the DOUGLAS marches on, 
 While many million voices rise in chorus like to one 
 "A DOUGLAS and a DOUGLAS!" 
 
 Louder the war-song grows : 
 "God speed the man who fights so well 
 Against a thousand foes." 
 
 Long and fierce was the encounter beneath the burning sky, 
 Fierce were the threatening gestures the words rang shrill and high ; 
 In a struggle most protracted, after seven and fifty shocks, 
 Like those old gigantic combats in which Titans fought with rocks 
 (And with "rocks," but of a different kind, no doubt BUCHANAN 
 
 fought), 
 
 This .first pitched battle of the war unto its end was brought ; 
 And smiling still, with stainless plume and eye as clear as day, 
 The "LITTLE GIANT" held his own through all that murderous fray: 
 "And a DOUGLAS and a DOUGLAS!" 
 
 Still louder grows the roar 
 Which swells and floats from myriad throats 
 Like waves on some wild shore. 
 
 < Mi ! a cheer for Colonel FLOURNOY, who to help our chief did press, 
 May memory perish if his name we cease to love and bless ! 
 And a cheer for all the good and true who faced the music s note, 
 Who seized old HYDRA* in his den, and shook him by the throat. 
 
 * i. e.,The too domineering ppirit of the Slave Power, which expected the 
 Northern delegations to accept whatever candidate and platform the South 
 demanded. 
 
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 Though our country -tand forever, from her record ne er \vill t aiU 
 The -lory of that combat with Lecompton .- black brigade: 
 An. I when June comes with her tOMft, :ii IJaltimore we ll crown 
 Tin- "LITTLE GIANT." who has met ami -truck corruption down. 
 So a 1 )M CI.AS and a Don; i. \- ! 
 
 While hearts ha\e -mile- and teal s. 
 Your name will ^low. your j>rai>e >hall How, 
 Through all tlie coining years. 
 
 THE LYRIC OF TWEDDLE HALL. 35 
 
 RESPECT I i i.i.\ INM ;:n;i \> i < nil INIUM. I:\ILROAI) AM> TH! 
 CENTRAL OOMMITTEE. 
 
 \\ ]\n killed the Democracy ? 
 
 " It was I," -aid 1 ete ( agger, 
 . "\\ ith my ]ifii.-oiinus dagger 
 
 It was 1 killed Democracy." 
 
 And who helped him to do it? 
 
 "It MM I,">aid D ri.Ogden. 
 
 " "l \\a an act by a hog done. 
 And I helped him to do it." 
 
 And \\lio held the blood-basin ? 
 "It was I," said Sam Tilden : 
 "When the red blond was spilled in. 
 
 It wa> I held the ha-in." 
 
 And who ll have to pay for it? 
 
 "Ala-:" cried the Central," 
 
 " I t M l in my ventral 
 And heart that I ll pay for it." 
 
 And who ll keep the soul quieted? 
 
 I ll gladly." -ighed CMdy, 
 
 " Pa\ the prie-t for :i 
 To, keep il> >oul |ilieteil." 
 
 And \\ho ll have revenge for it ? 
 
 " We. we. "\elled theyollllgmcil 
 " I .old. hone-f. and strongmen, 
 
 We ll ha\e di-t-j. i e\eiige for it." 
 
 And who ll write it- epitaph ? 
 Woe s me." >.-ing < ) l{eilly, 
 " It \\as butchered mo>t \ilelv, 
 
 Hut I ll write it- epitaj h." 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 235 
 
 When and where shall we bury it ? 
 " We ll do that next November, 
 With our watchword Remember ! 
 
 Oh, most nobly we ll bury it. " 
 
 What may mean this " Remember?" 
 " Cagger s yoke to shake oft , man, 
 As we should have done Hoffman , 
 
 When he ran last November." 
 
 Can t the thing be " made nice," boys ? 
 
 " No ; we ll fight as we ve chosen 
 
 Till a hot place is frozen 
 Then we ll fight on the ice, boys." 
 
 Dare you beat the state ticket ? 
 "To disgrace we re not wedded, 
 And we ll go double-headed, 
 
 Just to beat that state ticket." 
 
 What ! let Radicals win, boys ? 
 "Ay, we ll vote for the devil 
 Till we get this thing level 
 
 We d let Beelzebub win, boys*" 
 
 Are you all of this thinking ? 
 "All ! all !" cried the masses : 
 " Too long we ve been asses, 
 
 But we now do tall thinking." 
 
 Will you hold to this pledge, boys ? 
 
 "Ay, so help us our Savior! 
 
 All our future behavior 
 Shall be true to this pledge, boys." 
 
 What ! no bargain or compromise ? 
 
 "Everlastingly damn any 
 
 Man who, with Tammany, 
 Talks of a compromise. " 
 
 Then you hoist the black banner ? 
 
 "Ay, it s war to the knife 
 
 It is now life for life, 
 And we hoist the black banner." 
 
 Against odds you ll be fighting ? 
 " Gainst the deck and the devil, 
 Till we get this thing level, 
 
 We ll do nothing but fighting." 
 
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 Don t you fear i,],| IV-, . 
 
 " 1 ooh I tin- red-faced, uee fellou. 
 
 With his wig ofliright \ellou - 
 Well jail i.-].-|i-],-puti at Pete ( agger. 
 
 "<;ivfc ME GUANO OR (,I\ I. Mi: DEATH!" 
 
 Jerru Black to Johnson. 
 
 Alack. alack! poor Jerry Hla< k. 
 
 Do you call your-elf a man, uli. 
 Yet on the 1 iv-ident gn hack 
 
 For a dunghill <>f guano? 
 Your bu-t K-t Unacina 1ml, 1. 
 
 While Clin will ri cunl \otir 
 "iil iiainc. a< inic \vlm I- n-cilriiii s<ild 
 
 J- IT MI much jit-n^uiii s ordure. 
 
 TO UNCLE SAM. 37 
 
 A - r.v I-I:,, M THI: AMEBICAU SOLDIERS IN MO, rWOT niMV, M:AU nrni.iN. 
 
 Oh. I ncle Sam. and did yon hear 
 
 The new- that s going round ? 
 Protection in voiir -tarrv flag 
 
 No lopger can he found ; 
 K>r Seward he i- England s tool. 
 
 A truckler cold and mean. 
 And he outlaws everv citizen 
 
 Whoexer iron llir green. 
 
 < )ii. a< citbeni Americans 
 
 We gloried in the name. 
 And on many a field our Mood \\e |hfl ! 
 
 To guard your flag of fame; 
 P.ilf to-. lay ue lie in l,,,nd-. a- if 
 
 Mere felmi- \\ e had l>een : 
 The only fliargr that Kiighiml l.rin--. 
 
 " The-e l.i.y- were for the green." 
 
 ^Ye are citi/en- twice over, 
 I the la\\ and by the -\\ord, 
 
 P.y adoption and by -er\ ice 
 
 liut our claim- are now Ignored. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 237 
 
 Say, Uncle Sam, is this your wish, 
 
 And do you really mean 
 That you ve outlawed all your faithful sons 
 
 Whose birth was of the green ? 
 
 We have had no trial every prayer 
 
 For justice is refused ; 
 Never heard of our accusers, 
 
 Nor of what we are accused. 
 But England, grinning, holds us here 
 
 In bondage close and keen, 
 While Seward smiles, and says no word 
 
 To save the boys in green. 
 
 Say, Uncle Sam, did England earn 
 
 Our Seward s wish to please, 
 When her pirates drove your peaceful flag 
 
 Of commerce from the seas ? 
 And it was from her great arsenals 
 
 The South was armed, I ween, 
 While we were fighting on your side 
 
 We boys who wear the green. 
 
 Oh, if we are not citizens, 
 
 Then for your own fair fame 
 Disclaim us quickly, openly, 
 
 And save your flag from shame. 
 But if citizens you think us yet 
 
 (And n^ade so twice we ve been), 
 Bid Seward write : " Release at once 
 
 Our boys who wear the green." 
 
 THE PRESIDENT TO CONGRESS. 3S 
 
 Air: " Yankee Doodle Dandy." 
 
 General Orders, No. 1. 
 Headquarters in the White House, January 31,1807. 
 
 I. 
 Andy Johnson is my name, 
 
 Tennessee my nation, 
 "Swinging round" it is my game, 
 
 And President my station. 
 Yankee Doo may squirm and screech, 
 . Yankee Doodle Dandy, 
 But Yankee Doodle won t impeach 
 His "great plebeian," Andy. 
 
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 ii. 
 
 I nde Thad i- drunk or mad 
 
 Wlu-n he the scheme pro] . 
 For heaven s own plan made me the man 
 
 To le your " -ecoiid Mo-. 
 Let A-hley rave and 1 hillip- preach, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy. 
 I!nt \\"all Street can not yet impeach 
 
 The second Bf OMB," Andy. 
 
 III. 
 It seem- that I m the " anvil" now. 
 
 And CoQgreM i- tin- hammer:" 
 The spark- of fight lly far and bright, 
 
 And deafening is the clamor ; 
 lint no "dead duck" by hunter struck- 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy 
 S far can reach a- to impeach 
 
 The "circle-.- \\inging" Andy." 
 
 iv. 
 I hail better, p r ap-. have shut mv mouth 
 
 Than Con-re-s >o ha\c ].elted": 
 Perhaps too quickly for the Smth 
 
 .My bowel- may Jiavc melted: 
 I5ut twa- a -cncron- fanlt. you ll own. 
 
 Yankee DoodK- Dandy. 
 And not enough to n>-t hi- throne 
 
 T- \c i J ivi-i-ntant Andy. 
 
 -tripped me of my dearest j.ower 
 To u-- it none -Acre bi ; a\er ; 
 Even .Mr-.( i.bb can t get a job 
 
 _ Of pardoning nou to >:IU > her : 
 I m only 1 re-ident in name. 
 
 Yankee 1 ) ..... He Dandv. 
 Then why impeach, and bla-t the fame 
 ( )f the oi:ce mo^t pnp Iar" Andv ? 
 
 VI 
 
 I can t appoint the man I \\aiit 
 
 T ai-1 m\ lc election ; 
 My -]x,il- are lo-t. and. tenipe-t-tosscd, 
 
 M\ friend- are in dejection. 
 I nominated men of tame, 
 
 Yankee Doodle D:md\. 
 Hut the Senate won t confirm a name 
 
 That -o niiich a- -mell- of Andv. 
 
Charles. Graham Halpine. 239 
 
 VII. 
 
 And once twas in the Cleveland scrape, 
 
 AVhen the boys required a preacher 
 My private Miles, wid his "\vinnin smiles," 
 
 Seduced even Father Beecher ! 
 But worse to keep than to seduce, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy, 
 For Beech., as never did my "goose," 
 
 Took wings and fled from Andy. 
 
 VIII. 
 Along the railroads, near and far, 
 
 With patriot resolution, 
 I left " the flag with every star," 
 
 Likewise "the Constitution." 
 I did the level best I could, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy, 
 But "by fantastics misunderstood" 
 
 Is the epitaph of Andy. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Impeach me if you think twill pay 
 
 But it won t pay, I ll be bound, sirs ; 
 For, driving things this reckless way, 
 You ll drive em in the gi ound, sirs. 
 The people may have thought me wrong, 
 
 Yankee Doodle Dandy, 
 But a punishment too long and strong 
 
 Will win them back to Andy. 
 By order of the Commander-in-Chief, 
 
 MILES O REILLY, 
 Asst. Adjt. Gen. and Chief of Sinners. 
 A true copy : 
 WRIGHT RIVES, Colonel and A. D. C., U. S. A. 
 
 ST. TAMMANY S TERROR. 
 
 Ah ! I sicken contemplating 
 
 Next election day 
 Sicken with a sad forewarning 
 That, when comes that fatal morning, 
 Fifty- thousand freemen waiting, 
 
 All will block my way ; 
 Yes, my heart sinks contemplating 
 Next election day. 
 
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 Ah! inv heart grows full of terror 
 
 Termr of the fray 
 Ami my miiul is Im-v -haping 
 
 -mall loop-h<>le t nr escaping 
 Scaping l 1 "" 1 I 11 * ;lt: >l iTor 
 
 < t pn>\oking -nch a day : 
 
 Ye-, my hlood conical- \\itli terror. 
 Thinking of that fray. 
 
 Ah ! my heart is -ore with sighing 
 
 \\ ere 1 -ate a\\a\ !" 
 Hut my \\i>h mu.-t fall unheeded, 
 Now the -acrilice i> needed 
 
 1 nm-t do my ]iullie dying 
 
 < )n election day ; 
 
 And m\ heart i- full of sighing 
 " Were I -ate a\\ay \ n 
 
 Ah! my heart i> pained with thinking 
 
 I hinking of lost s\\ay 
 Thinking of a city plundered, 
 Party bonds and friend-hip sundered, 
 All the hoiie-t \oter- >hrinking 
 
 From my -ide a\\ay ; 
 "-. my heart i- pained with thinking 
 
 < )f next election dav. 
 
 MANHOOD AGAINST TIIK MACHIM> 
 
 Air: 
 
 Oh. hrothers dear, and did you hear 
 
 The woful ne\\< to-day ? 
 The--l.nn.-h Club" Of the City Hall 
 
 A-pire to lioiindle-s -way. 
 So Connolly, he must die the death. 
 
 And Hardy not l>e -ecu. 
 Nor Wal-h. nor any other lioy 
 That ever \\oiv the green : 
 
 I- or S\\eeny of the Mack mu-taehe, 
 
 And Hotl man of the hroun. 
 And T\ei-d with no mu-tache at all. 
 Now claim to own the town. 
 
 The-e prince- of Mu-tacliioilom 
 Their -|>irit- Mack and hrown 
 
 Now claim that they, and they alone. 
 Are ma-ter- of the to\\n ; 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 241 
 
 So Waterbury he must fall 
 Beneath their guillotine, 
 In favor of A. Oakey Hall, 
 Who cursed the Irish green. 
 
 And the children of the Rhineland 
 
 Were cursed by him, I ween, 
 
 But now we all must vote for Hall, 
 
 Both German boys and green. 
 
 But before we own the "Lunch Club" 
 
 Has arrived at boundless sway, 
 We ll have a rising of the pikes 
 
 On next election day. 
 Our beltane fires we ll kindle, 
 
 As in Ireland they were seen, 
 When Ireland s sons, in ninety-eight, 
 Were rising for the green. 
 
 And the heroes of the black mustache, 
 
 The no mustache, and brown, 
 Will find, before the fight is o er, 
 They do not own the town. 
 
 Oh, against the grim Excise Law, 
 
 And to crush the Tammany "Ring," 
 And against an Albany Police 
 Our flag abroad we ll fling ; 
 For the people s rights we stand arrayed 
 
 An army grand, I ween, 
 
 As Sarsfield led at Fontenoy 
 
 Beneath the Irish green. 
 
 And we mean to win the battle ; 
 
 For among us here are seen 
 The Germans and the native-born, 
 And the boys who wear the green. 
 
 We have chieftains tried and gallant 
 
 As ever faced a foe 
 The " Big Judge" and the "Long Judge" 
 
 Arm-in-arm we see them go ; 
 Smith Ely, too, and Billy Walsh, 
 
 Are brigadiers, I ween, 
 While the color-bearer of our line 
 Is Miles, who wears the green. 
 
 So Sweeny, Tweed, and Hoffman now 
 
 May fairly set it down, 
 The Lunch Club" reign is over, 
 And we bovs have won the town. 
 
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 SOON WE LL HAVE THE UNION BACK. 
 
 CAMPAIGN BONO: JJ C LELLAN AIJAINMT LINOil.N. 
 
 -I /-; " Tin Iliui i-rx i 1. 
 
 Good ] K-II] tie all, both great and small, 
 
 I .-in;; a tale of ]>itv. 
 My hand I fling acro-> tin- >rring, 
 
 And \vaki-n up the ditty ; 
 A ruined land that once was grand 
 
 Is not a joking matter, 
 Though Abe, we know, the more our woe, 
 The more his joke- he ll chatter; 
 Oh. MVl ellan. 
 
 < i -nririe i{. M-( lellan. 
 Shall we have the I liion hack? 
 Tell n- -Mac- MTlellan. 
 
 All evils sure we could endure, 
 
 Thrice all the ills \ve suffer, 
 Could we but glance on any chance 
 
 Our Union to recover ; 
 There gleams one way a fla-h of day, 
 
 lint one bright bow of jiromi-e 
 Good Lord, alack! ju-t give us "Mac," 
 An take Al>e Lincoln from us! 
 Oh, MTlellan. 
 
 C.-iirgic B. M Clellan, 
 The one to bring the Union back 
 Is only "Mac" M-< lellan. 
 
 Then not a rag of our old flag 
 
 Should ever part n-nnder; 
 Fair term- of peace if you \\ill cea-e 
 
 If not. ue ll give \ on tli under !" 
 A million -words to back our word- 
 
 Ileneath M ( lellaii gleaming. 
 And soon, you know, .fell I >. and ( ..^ 
 For Krance tliev would lie -teaming. 
 Oh. MTleilan. 
 
 i 1 ,. M-Clellan. 
 
 Soon we ll have our pri-oner- back 
 Under Mac- M ( l-lla.i. 
 
 Tlie people all, l>oth great and -mall. 
 
 I -..pt the .-(Hi- of " -li.,d.ly." 
 Are on the track fi.r Little ,\Ja( 
 
 The \ re with him soul and b..d\ : 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 
 
 For well they know the nation s woe 
 
 Can never be abated, 
 Till in command of all the land 
 Our chief we have instated. 
 Oh, M Clellan, 
 
 Georgie B. M Clellan, 
 The Union will come leaping back 
 Under Mac M Clellan. 
 
 EPIGRAM BY THE COLLECTOR. 
 
 Around my neck he placed his wing, 
 And cooed and billed as doves may sing 
 
 This treacherous and dull bird ; 
 While yet his beak, with bloody art, 
 He strove to fasten in my heart 
 
 This vulture Judas Hulburd. 
 
 JOHN MORRISSEY MY JO, JOHN. 40 
 
 AN EARNEST CEY ANI> PRAYER THAT HE MAY NOT BE CORRUPTED BY HIS 
 ASSOCIATIONS IN CONGRESS. 
 
 John Morrissey my .jo, John, 
 
 When first I kenned ye weel, 
 Your airms were like twa iron flails, 
 
 Your hands like slugs o steel ; 
 But now ye ve gaithered pelf, John, 
 
 An to Congress ye maun go,. 
 Where they fight less fairly than yourself, 
 
 John Morrissey my jo. 
 
 John Morrissey my jo, John, 
 
 Wi braid and monly breast, 
 Ye hae faced fu mony a mon, John, 
 
 To try which mon was best ; 
 There were tough knocks fairly dealt, John, 
 
 But to Congress now ye go, 
 Where they gouge an strike below the belt, 
 
 John Morrissey my jo. 
 
 John Morrissey my jo, John, 
 
 We hae played an drank thegither, 
 
 An fu mony a "tiger" fight, John, 
 We hae had wi ane anither ; 
 
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 Oh, at cheat in .-till ye mocked, John, 
 
 1 1 ut to Congress now ye go, 
 Where the dice are cogged and the cairds are stocked, 
 
 John Morrissey my jo. 
 
 John Morrissey my jo, John, 
 
 \\T tfrief our hearts are stirred, 
 For still to friend an foe. John, 
 
 Your bond was aye your word ; 
 But I fear ye ll Irani to lie, John, 
 
 When to Congress now ye go, 
 For twad tak a saint to re-ist the taint, 
 
 John Morrissey my jo. 
 
 John Morrissey my jo, John, 
 
 On your good pluck ye relied, 
 An against no pitted foe, John, 
 
 The " hoctissing game" ye tried ; 
 But ye ll find it " hocus" all, John, 
 
 When to Congress now ye go, 
 An we fear frae your high stand ye ll fall, 
 
 John Morrissey my jo. 
 
 John Morri--ey my jo, John, * 
 
 These politicians deal 
 1 loin a faro-box false-bottomed 
 
 Wi springs o patent "steal." 
 Will your scruples never m.elt, John, 
 
 When to Congress now ye go ? 
 ( an ye deal the same square game ye dealt, 
 
 John Morn ey my jo? 
 
 John Morn--ey my jo, John, 
 
 It ne er \\a- kenned your plan 
 To kick a fallen foe. John. 
 
 < >r -piirn a helpless man ; 
 But ye ll tin,l a (litlerent rule. John, 
 
 When to < on-re-- n,,\v ye go, 
 For they kick the South, having gagged its mouth, 
 
 John Moni--ey my jo. 
 
 John Morri--ev my jo. John, 
 
 My heart in terror beat-. 
 For you ve got into unco company 
 
 A gang o patent cheat-. 
 Ye hac fought an gambled fair. John. 
 
 Hut to ( OIIMTC-- now ye go, 
 An I fear I hey in.iy corruption there, 
 
 John Morri--ey my jo. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. M5 
 
 FERNANDO S CARD. 41 
 
 TO THE VOTERS OF THE NINTH CONGRESSIONAL DISTRICT. 
 The royal prince who reigns in hell 
 
 Has been maligned in various matters, 
 And now would have the people tell 
 
 How silly they regard such clatters. 
 He asks your votes ; tis not for pelf, 
 
 But to rebuke all saints and sages 
 Who say the archangels and himself 
 
 Have not been cronies through all ages. 
 
 FOURTH CONGRESSIONAL DISTRICTS 
 
 Our theatres with "Box and Cox" 
 Were crammed from pit to rafter, 
 
 But now the farce of "Cox and Fox" 
 Fills the whole town with laughter. 
 
 A BUMPER TO GRANT. 
 
 FIRST GUN OF THE LYKIOAL CAMPAIGN. 
 
 Air: "Benny Havens, oh /" 
 Come, fill your glasses, fellows, 
 
 And stand up in a row, 
 On a presidential drinking 
 We are going for to go ; 
 Let us have no more sobriety 
 
 At least no more to-night 
 While for President Ulysses Grant 
 We take our foremost flight. 
 Oh, for President Ulysses 
 
 Let every glass be bright 
 May* he rule the country he has saved, 
 And God defend the right. 
 
 His hand is soft to meet a friend, 
 
 And mailed to meet a foe 
 He s the Mississippi River horse, 
 
 Resistless as its flow ; 
 lie s the conqueror of leaguered towns, 
 
 And victor in the field 
 No foe has ever grappled Grant 
 
 That was not forced to yield. 
 
246 The Pocti^l \\ rl- of 
 
 So to 1 re-Mont t ly-.-es 
 
 Brim every 
 May he rule tlie country he ha- -au-il. 
 
 And God defend the" right. 
 
 In the world to-day no prouder name 
 
 Is borne on any breeze, 
 And with Grant to steer the ship of State, 
 
 Our flag shall rule the seas; 
 N<> "dominion" shall he north of us, 
 
 And south of us no foe 
 Our stars and stripes in the Can;; 
 And likewise Mexico. 
 
 For with I re-ident \". 
 
 There ll l>e few who care to fight 
 May he rule the country he has saved, 
 And God defend the right. 
 
 No more shall Irish officers 
 In Knglish dungeons pine, 
 No more shall Reward s endless notes 
 
 In endless terror whine; 
 We ll assert our place of nationhood, 
 
 And take our proper rank, 
 \Vith iron-dads to guard our sh<> 
 And bullion in the bank : 
 
 All this when (iiant is President, 
 To whom our faith we plight 
 May he rule the country he has saved, 
 And God defend the right. 
 
 Oh, the Queen of the Antilles 
 
 Mu-t be wooed and must lie won. 
 With her grove- of palm and orange 
 
 Kla-hing brightly in the sun : 
 And our brethren of the f.eateii states, 
 
 Who sutler wrong to-day. 
 Will find a geuerou- hand held oiu 
 
 When Grant has come to sway: 
 1 : -enerou- i- l ly--es 
 
 T.. the men who felt his might 
 May }i> rule the country he ha- sa\c<i, 
 And (iod defend the right. 
 
 We are sick of old Thad Stevens. 
 
 Wr are -n k of Butlc: 
 Sick of Kelly. A-hley. >nmner. 
 And that God-forsaken en 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. M7 
 
 Let the men who faced the music 
 
 When the storm ran high and hard, 
 All join to make Ulysses Grant 
 Our captain of the guard. 
 
 For with candidate Ulysses 
 
 We can make the bulliest fight 
 To rule the country he has saved, 
 And God defend the right. 
 
 Then old John Bull at Liverpool 
 
 Will some day wake and groan, 
 Finding Farragut at anchor 
 
 And his ports wide open thrown : 
 " Settle up your Anglo-rebel bills, 
 
 And quickly, if you please, 
 For General Grant is President, 
 And I command the seas. " 
 To this we pledge Ulysses, 
 
 And to him we drink to-night 
 May he rule the country he has saved, 
 And God defend the right. 
 
 So, boys, a final bumper, 
 
 While we all in chorus chant 
 " For next President we nominate 
 
 Our own Ulysses Grant." 
 And if asked what state he hails from, 
 
 This our sole reply shall be, 
 " From near Appomattox Court-house, 
 With its famous apple-tree." 
 
 For twas there, to our Ulysses, 
 That Lee gave up the fight 
 Now, boys, "To Grant for President, 
 And God defend the right. " 
 
 A STOftM BREWING. 
 
 "You are growing masculine, my dear," 
 
 Said a husband to his wife ; 
 " You are disimproving with every year 
 
 Since you became my wife. " 
 
 "A bitter thing of yourself you have said," 
 
 Was the lady s answer true ; 
 * For an angel you thought me when I was wed 
 
 What has changed me to be a shrew ? 
 
J 1 8 The Poetical Works of 
 
 "Ami if I have now n harder heart, 
 
 \"\- in order my griefs to bear; 
 Fr when husbands forget what is manhood s part, 
 Then the wives for themselves must care." 
 
 A PRESIDENTIAL WARNING. 
 
 Air: " Ould Ireland, you re my darling" 
 
 Musha, Andie dear, 
 I mightily fear 
 That your chain v i- a-ldeep can you wake it ? 
 
 For tin- Faynian \ote 
 Sewanl gripped by the throat, 
 
 An clane out of its I ts did shake it. 
 
 The gallant O Nale 
 He did impale 
 
 Tin 1 wrong side of the Canada bordhers ; 
 An the Faynians wor shtopped, 
 An their ration-* wor lopped, 
 Undher Grant s imperative i ml hers. 
 
 Faix ! Seward and Shpeed 
 
 Who detest you indeed 
 May well choke with malicious laughter; 
 
 For, while this is the deed 
 
 Of Bill Sr-ward an Shpr.-d. 
 It is John-oil the Faynians are afther. 
 
 Si ml Seward away, 
 Clane acros- the >ay. 
 To them English he loves so dearly ; 
 An that you are for Tat 
 It \ou ll only do that 
 The Faynian> \\ill n-co^ni/.e clearly. 
 Hut in case you don t, 
 Or you can t or \\oift 
 
 Though "they like you. an like your notions 
 The Fa\nian>. I fear. 
 May -tart oil ri-ht I 
 To the Radical! paviu de\otiinis. 
 
 An tli -n Seuanl an Shpeed 
 Who detect you indeed 
 May well choke with maliri.ui- laiightei ; 
 For. while this is the dei-d 
 < n \\\\\ Seuard an Shjieeil. 
 Jt is Andie the Faynians are afther. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 249 
 
 I am for you, my boy, 
 My jewel an joy, 
 
 Till a sartain warm raygion is frozen ; 
 And if my friendship firm 
 Could prolong your term, 
 
 Faix ! the chair you now fill you might doze in ; 
 But these Faynians grand 
 Are a hot-headed band, 
 An they think they wor thrated unfairly ; 
 An if somethin ain t done 
 To cut short their fun, 
 Och, their votes will be cast mighty quarely. 
 An then Seward an Shpeed 
 Who detest you indeed 
 Their midriffs may shplit wid laughter ; 
 For, while this is the deed 
 Of Bill Seward an Shpeed, 
 It-is Johnson the Faynians are afther. 
 
 CHURCH, CAGGER, AND PIPER.* 3 
 
 Poor dead " Regularity," 
 
 Claiming our charity, 
 Lies in a plight most horrid 
 
 Mangled all sadly, 
 
 Lifeless, and badly 
 Gashed in the breast and the forehead. 
 
 Who used the dagger ? 
 With insolent swagger, 
 "Twas I," says PETE CAGGER, 
 Of the murder a bragger 
 * Twas I used the dagger." 
 
 And who ll have to pay for it ? 
 
 Who ll rue the day for it ? 
 \Vho ll have to do all the weeping ? 
 
 "We, we," said the REGENCY; 
 
 We a grim legion see 
 On to avenge her sweeping." 
 
 And think you that CAGGER, 
 
 Who now has the swagger 
 Of a bravo who slays for his stipend, 
 
 Will still be a bragger 
 
 Of using the dagger 
 When the time to avenge her has ripened ? 
 
 L 2 
 
The Poetical Works of 
 
 No/* Mid Di \N <>f the Central, 
 
 Sl"\v patting his ventral, 
 
 As if in each en trail 
 An a-onv ro.-e which half rent it ; 
 
 !!. who killed Regularity, 1 
 
 I M i ( \(,<;i.i: the carroty, 
 
 That man without charity, 
 You ll liiul him the l r.-t to repent it. 
 
 " In ea<*h I re.-idcntial 
 
 ( onventioii, e-.-cntial 
 We found the strong aid she supplied u- ; 
 
 ( )h. deed of dark horror! 
 
 At ( harle-ton. hut i or her 
 The South would our >eat> ha\e denied u-. 
 
 "It was Cm i: H held the basin, 
 
 That grim anti-mason, 
 lie caught her, and gagged her, and bound her ; 
 
 But twas PETER who killed her, 
 
 Twos his dagger spilled her 
 Most innocent life-blood around her. 
 
 d by I n-i.i:. 
 That venomous viper, 
 
 In secret the plan was agreed on ; 
 But now in blank terror 
 They see their mad error, 
 
 And fear is the food they must feed on. 
 
 Tln -e men without charity 
 Killed "Regularity ;" 
 Yonder .-mall carroty 
 .Man used the dagger: 
 
 11 Down uitli Old Tammany: 
 Butcher her damn any 
 
 Love 
 
 Man \\lni can t -ham any 
 for I KTI. CAOO1 i." 
 
 I KTI: is not mendnble 
 Salable, vendible, 
 1 ronc to a umptioii, 
 Wantiuj; in guinjttion, 
 riayingOM Nick \\ith the Central; 
 < iOBKDra mii-t -top him. 
 Ki< MM.M. < IM-I- crop him. 
 Snub and subdue him, 
 Wholly undo him. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 251 
 
 Or TAMMANY HALL will yet give to the Central 
 A punch in that region which doctors call ventral 
 A twinge in each kidney, and membrane, and entrail 
 
 Just to make it remember 
 
 That, after November, 
 
 The war-path before us, 
 
 The Wigwam s flag o er us, 
 
 Knives and tomahawks ready, 
 
 Our warriors all steady, 
 
 We can whip such Old Fogydom till it begs charity, 
 And surrenders each wretch who assailed " Regularity. " 
 
 LINES TO A CONGRESSMAN. 44 
 
 Air: "Jeannette and Jcannot." 
 
 You are voting the wrong way, 
 
 Oh my Congressman of note ; 
 You spoke against it t other day, 
 
 But now it has your vote. 
 You re on this and t other tack, 
 
 Alternating like my rhymes, 
 And in vain we try your course to track 
 
 Through the columns of the Times. 
 
 When you wear a Johnson coat, 
 
 In the Philadelphia style, 
 Then you re sure to cast a Radical vote, 
 
 Howe er the House may smile ; 
 Let whatever happen hap, 
 
 Disregarding all advice, 
 Oh, you turn your coat and turn your cap 
 
 As jugglers change their dice. 
 
 Now if I were in your seat, 
 
 I would make an open rule, 
 One day with the Johnson men to meet, 
 
 And the next with the Stevens school ; 
 Consistency twould give, 
 
 And we should not think you mad 
 If each odd day "Conservative," 
 
 Each even day a " Rad." 
 
 Take an almanac for guide, 
 
 And your prospects will improve ; 
 
 Heed not although Le lilonde deride, 
 And the House with laughter move. 
 
The Poetical \\ ,** of 
 
 Witli this odd and even rule 
 
 \Ve may guess at your " jiosish," 
 
 While now you re neither hot nor cool, 
 Neither cabbage, meat, nor li.-h. 
 
 VOICE OF THE AKMY. 
 
 A CAMPAIGN 80KG FOB M OLELLAN AGAI^T 1 INc <>I.N. 
 
 ^tr: "Seote wfta tow trf ITattaee Werf." 
 Comrades of the tented field, 
 Who the flag would never yield, 
 Making of your breasts a shield 
 
 Where the pennon flew 
 Men who ha\e with Meady breath 
 Ku.-hfd (in Hues of hla/ing death, 
 i luis a wounded In-other saith 
 
 "Toyour.H ho In- true! 
 
 Faithful to the nation s chief, 
 Work he bliss or work he grief, 
 Till the hour of just relief, 
 
 When our votes we fling; 
 If he err, not ours to heed ; 
 If he err, tis ours to bleed 
 This the soldier s simple creed, 
 
 And to this we cling. 
 
 But, at length, the hour is here, 
 When with soldier conscience clear, 
 We in judgment may appear 
 
 On his hateful thrall ; 
 I a-t rc-prrt fur his hi^h place 
 liiil- ii- only v.-il thf ; 
 Shrinking hack fVom the 
 
 .^ail ami -ilrnt all. 
 
 Turn, oh comrades of the tent 
 Of the Hajj with bullets rent 
 Of the lield with bluod bc-preiit. 
 
 Turn to brighter >!-.: 
 See, with MiMier brow and hand, 
 S\mp.ithi/iiiL r . aim. ami grand, 
 Chosen chief of all the laud, 
 
 Our own M l Idlan rfM 
 
Charles Graham Hal/pine. 253 
 
 Let no ribald king or clown 
 Lie away our chief s renown 
 Strike the coward scoffers down ; 
 
 Teach them what they are. 
 Bats and owlets dread the dawn, 
 Cowards, plunderers all the spawn 
 Far from onr dread work withdrawn 
 
 Strive his way to bar. 
 
 Vain their efforts, brother tried 
 
 Sharer of our woe and pride, 
 
 " Little Mac," our friend and guide, 
 
 Our watchword and our star. 
 Hail him, drums, with glad alarms 
 Hail him with your fiery charms 
 All the din of battling arms 
 
 Ye his music are. 
 
 SOLEMN POLITICAL DEATH-BED. 
 
 LAST WORDS OF FERNANDO WOOD TO HIS BROTHER HENRY WOOD, OF WOOD S 
 NEGRO MINSTRELS. 
 
 Bring the fiddle, bones, and banjo play a dirge, my brother Hen, 
 For I feel that I m a goner, down among the deadest men ; 
 In the Limbo, drear and dismal, where lost politicians roast, 
 They are stoking up the furnace for the brownest kind of toast ; 
 
 And I feel it in my bones, Hen, 
 
 And hence are all my moans, Hen, 
 
 That the toasting-prongs are ready, 
 
 And the white heat sure and steady, 
 
 The hungry imps all grinning, 
 
 And the cooks prepared for skinning, 
 While I feel myself the victim doomed to feed this hungry host. 
 
 Well, I played my last card boldly, but the Wigwam trumped my 
 
 trick, 
 
 And when I heard the ticket named, that moment I grew sick. 
 On that instant flashed before me all my dark and hideous past, 
 And I heard them in the Limbo cry, " We ll get our own at last." 
 
 You may think it was some "Birds," Hen, 
 
 Who chirped those fatal words, Hen, 
 
 But no ; 1 felt them wreathe me 
 
 From the deep, fierce pit beneath me, 
 
 Like serpents coiled and hissing, 
 
 Their forked fangs never missing, 
 And I know twas Limbo shouted, " Oh, we ll get our own at last." 
 
Tl<, Poetical Hw-ta </ 
 
 Cilice the game :U length is over, and my bully hand played ,tit. 
 
 Of the ji:i>t ami it- achievements I begin to feel a doubt; 
 
 I crhap- it had been better had I played a -quai-cr game 
 
 IJeen le-- fal-e and hcarlle-- to my friend-, le -cltish in my aim ; 
 Hut it s now too late to think. Hen, 
 I ran only cower and shrink. Hen, 
 For they re piling up the 1 
 And I see -ome tier. * 
 
 Wriggling ii])wanl to rrc.-ive me 
 When the la-t put!-, panting, leave me 
 
 Through all my limits political 1 feel the creeping flame. 
 
 M to -igh or -truggle. twas a hold, had game I played 
 No private tie-, no public tic- to break \\a- I afraid ; 
 Still my loaded dice threw sixes, and my dupe- paid out their gold, 
 And my coat-sleeve had an open mouth the ace and king to hold. 
 Oh, the tiii k> were ea-y won. Hen, 
 And my dupe- .-o nicely done. Hen, 
 That 1 -tood knee-deep in clover, 
 AVhile lon^ \car- and \car- rolled over, 
 Cheating all the tools around me, 
 Breaking all the bonds that hound me, 
 Impa-M\e as a granite rock as Moodle.-> and as cold. 
 
 I .ut after all, perhaps there arc some surer cards to pla\ ; 
 It is not \\ i-e nil friend- we have to n-e and tling awav ; 
 There may lie policy in faith and folly in deceit 
 ! think, had I a partner now. I d try hard /// to cheat. 
 
 Hut the knowledge conic- too late. Hen, 
 
 C"ine- \\hile the yawning gate. Hen, 
 
 Eta <>l\e- on fiery hi 
 
 And the red hea t redly tinges 
 
 The lii-ry hand- extended 
 
 TO ! !! ni" life i- ended 
 Thev have found an "altered invoice," which thev tangle round mv 
 
 Well. I l i>l >(.me fi iend- at "i;e time- the Iii-h, warm and true. 
 And the < iermaii-. \v Im. for many a \ear. my -tandard would pur.-iie : 
 Lord ! in our -ceret lodge-, our encampment-;, and grim <chol-. 
 How \\e of the Know-Nothing- u-ed to mock the-e gi-nerou> foul.-! 
 
 T\\a- a de-perate Bailie to pl..y. Hen, 
 
 Uut it won for many a day. lieu ; 
 
 DOG mon-troii- for believing. 
 
 "I wa- the ea-ie-t thing deceiving; 
 : (.ath- in .-ccn-t muttered. 
 
 I- .d-e pri.fe--ii.n- loudly uttered 
 The-e v.e-.-e the -;<.rk in trale w i;h w Inch I duped the gencroii- fo<,]-. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 255 
 
 No matter. Let your tears, Hen, for other griefs be kept ; 
 At Lorenzo Shepard s funeral a thousand good men wept ; 
 Against my schemes of rapine he taxed his glorious mind, 
 Till his great soul shattered the weak case in which it moved en 
 shrined ; 
 
 But not a tear for me, Hen, 
 This weakness must not be, Hen ; 
 % If I lived for self, and perish 
 With none my name to cherish 
 False, hating men and hated, 
 To long oblivion fated 
 The King of Terrors nears me, and to death I stand resigned. 
 
 When I m dead and in my coffin, under fifty thousand nails 
 When the News, released from mortgage, my cruel yoke assails 
 When even Plumb and Brisley, Tom Hen Ferris and Ben Kay, 
 Regard me as a played-out dog who has no future day 
 
 Oh, then I ask of you, Hen, 
 
 To this last office true, Hen, 
 
 With Mer. Brewer to deposit 
 
 The papers in that closet ; 
 
 Rou/id my coffin-edge and borders 
 
 Hang my full Know Nothing orders 
 Cold as clay must be the nearest I can come to Henry Clay. 
 
 So bring the bones and banjo play a requiem, Brother Hen, 
 For I feel that I m a goner, down among the deadest men ; 
 In the Limbo, drear and dismal, where lost politicians roast, 
 They are stoking up the furnace for the brownest kind of toast ; 
 
 And I feel it in my bones, Hen, 
 
 And hence come all my moans, Hen, 
 
 That the toasting-prongs are ready, 
 
 And the white heat sure and steady, 
 
 The hungry imps all grinning, 
 
 And the cooks prepared for skinning, 
 While I feel myself the victim doomed to feed this hungry host. 
 
 TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE. 43 
 
 That eternal cocklorum old jamboree 
 Betwixt H. Greeleygrum and T. Weedledee 
 Has burst out again worse than ever, you see, 
 And they re deep in a high old sparring spree, 
 And cross-buttocking other to such a degree 
 That it forms a sight for all Christians to see. 
 
356 Ttie Poetical Works of 
 
 lint the pnMir. I notice that s you and me 
 Have to bear all the blows of the sparring spree 
 
 Betwixt 11. lirceleygrum and T. Weed! 
 
 T. Weedlede.- blows on a mighty horn, 
 
 And blows with a \engeaiice. as -ure as you re l>orn ; 
 
 And crows like a n>o-ter who finds in the morn 
 
 Six new pullet \\i\o ;ind a hu-hel of com 
 
 Lying loose near his dunghill : and crows to warn 
 
 All the rest of creation, with loftiest >corn, 
 
 That they neither inu.-t tread on his pullets or corn. 
 
 While II. (Jreeleygrum, from his sanctum s height, 
 
 Puts on hi> whole armor to face the fight. 
 
 And cries to sid. (iay. " Where my coat of white 
 
 (ileam- ill the battle, be sure all your might 
 
 I- directed to doing M >me grievoii- despite 
 
 To that elderly rooster \\bo still will write 
 
 Hi- letter- and paragraphs, keen and bright. 
 
 Against me and mine, and against truth and right, 
 
 Above the initials, -o hateful to me, 
 
 Which mark out the old man known as T. Weedledee. 
 
 THE HEALTH BILL." 
 
 A TALK BETWEEN TWO BEPUB8 AT ALBANY. 
 
 Shall we pass this great bill for the public health?" 
 "Why. that is no longer the question ; 
 
 P.ut shall endless sources of power and wealth. 
 
 And unlimited chances of public stealth 
 
 On the cholera plea and the public health 
 lie secured lor our party s digestion?" 
 
 "And if to our party this p,,wer is to glide, 
 And these chances ,,f wealth be \\oii for Off 
 
 " Why. the next (jue-tioii. then. \\ e ha\e got to decji! 
 
 I- this; Shall we make it an equal di\id.- 
 
 Hetwixt th- ard and the Kadic :l | side, 
 
 Or gi\e all to Lord Tlmrlow or Hoi. 
 
 "The Senate think Weed should be given the whole, 
 
 And the Hoard of Police therefore packed on ; 
 Hut the bully Assembly - a- black as a coal. 
 And the Radical IMM ;i|s -ay Thin \\\ - control 
 
 I- already too great for the - 1 () f his >u iil, 
 
 And thev re do\\ n like Old Scratch on Tr)iu Acton. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 257 
 
 " So between them the Health Bill is dragged either way, 
 And all kinds of fools errands is sent on ?" 
 
 "Why, yes ; but you ll find they ll agree some fine day 
 
 Not to lose such rich chances for pickings and pay ; 
 
 And the Health Bill at least so I heard Lyman say 
 Will be given to Lord Horace through Fenton." 
 
 THE TRIBUNE S PRESIDENTIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Soon forget the bread that s eaten, 
 
 And let policy be shown ; 
 Don t take Seward, or we re beaten 
 
 Take some ninny quite unknown. 
 Take some fossilized curmudgeon, 
 
 One with no obstreperous brains, 
 And well hook the popular gudgeon, 
 
 Ay, and cook it for our pains. 
 
 Let us get our Bates all ready, 
 
 And go cruising near the Banks ; 
 Years of service, stanch and steady, 
 
 We ll repay with many thanks. 
 Gratitude with us is gammon, 
 
 But we ll win the spoils we wish, 
 Chase-ing that Ohio Salmon, 
 
 Or enjoying New York Fish. 
 
 Give us some old dancing dervis. 
 
 Just a puppet for our wire ; 
 Seward has done too much service 
 
 Has more brains than we desire. 
 Give us some old dumb curmudgeon, 
 
 One who neither writes nor prates. 
 And we ll hook the public gudgeon, 
 
 If some Weed don t snarl our Bates. 
 
 MR, JOHNSON S POLICY OF RECONSTRUCTION." 
 
 Greek]/. 
 
 SOME COMMENT FROM THE BOYS IN BLUE. 
 
 " His policy," do you say ? 
 By heaven, who says so lies in his throat ! 
 Twas our policy, boys, from our muster-day. 
 Through skirmish and bivouac, march and fray 
 " His policy," do you say? 
 
 17 
 
50 11,. Poetical Wbrfa of 
 
 Hi- policy"- do hut note ! 
 Ti- a pitiful fal-ehood fur you to MJ. 
 Di.l he Mil all the -tar- in our banner float? 
 Wa- it he ,-houted 1 nion from everv throat 
 Through tin- Ion;: \\ar > weary dav ? 
 
 " Hi- policy" how doc- it hap? 
 Ha- tin- old \\ord " 1 nion " no meaning, piav ? 
 What meant the " T. S." upon every . 
 l"pon e\ery button, belt, and -trap? 
 
 Twas our policy all the wav. 
 
 " Hi- policy ?" That may do 
 I- or a -illy and rmpt\ political 1 
 I .ut t\\a- held hy c\ci\ lioy in llluc 
 WliL-n hi 1 lift (.-(I his right hand, .-tanch and true. 
 And -\\orc to -ii-tain the lla^r. 
 
 \\ e are \\ ith him none the ! -- 
 \\<> ui.rk- t"r the -ami 1 irreat end \\ c sought : 
 We feel f ( .r tlie South in it- deep di<fre. 
 And t L r et the old 1 nioii iv.-tored \\e ]ire 
 
 "I v, a- for this \\e eiili-tc-d and fought. 
 
 lie it hi- or \\ho.-e it may. 
 "I i- the policy. lo\ -. that ue a\o\v : 
 There \\IMV nol.le heart- in the ranks of ^ray. 
 Ai they proved on many a liloody day. 
 
 And we would not oppres- them n<-\v. 
 
 " Let us all forgive and forget :" 
 It na- thu- ( iiant -poke to ( leneral ! 
 AVhen. \\ith wounds still raw and bayonet- uet. 
 The chief- of the two ^,,. ; ,t ainiie- met 
 Heneath the old apple-tree. 
 
 IM\, RHYM1 
 
 Ho, brotlier- ! drawn tVoni many land-. 
 
 \\ ho drive the plane or -win;: the hamnie; 
 I .eneath who-e -wift and knotted hand- 
 
 ( )ur -hop- and -hip vard- clamor. 
 Ho! all uho live by thinking brow. 
 
 By touch of art or -train of -inew 
 Ki-e. brotl. :.d -\\ ear a v o\\ 
 
 That the foul K in^ rule, rampant now, 
 I .n-er -hall in power continue. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 259 
 
 Choked sewers of filth and streets of mire 
 
 These to King Pest a premium proffer ; 
 And the young, and the old, and the weak expire,* 
 
 That the King may fill its coffer. 
 And who are these men who can thus afford 
 
 To plunder and spurn our princely village ? 
 See this beetle-browed, skulking, and ruffian horde, 
 Who, when true men sprang to the musket and sword, 
 
 Remained home here to organize pillage. 
 
 They have seized all posts of power and pride, 
 
 They mock as vain our passionate struggle, 
 Conscious how well is fortified 
 
 Their rule of theft and juggle. 
 They think us weak, for they know how long 
 
 We have borne their sway of shame and plunder 
 Up, brothers, now against the wrong ; 
 Up, in one effort fierce and strong, 
 
 And rend their villainous King asunder. 
 
 Up, for our city s tarnished fame 
 
 Let justice urge and manhood quicken ; 
 Up, ere we grow quite dead to shame, 
 
 With moral palsy stricken ; 
 Up, and hunt down this brood of Theft, 
 
 As bloodhounds bay the wolf s hot haunches ; 
 Up, ere of all we prize bereft ; 
 Up, and if nothing else be left 
 
 Let s swing the rogues, on gallows-branches. 
 
 "OUR BIG THING ON ICE." 
 
 Air: " Tim Donnelly, the Giant." 
 
 Success to you, big Mike Connolly, 
 
 So burly an so defiant, 
 You re twice bigger than ould Tim Donnelly, 
 
 That was our great "Irish giant." 
 Your heart is big, an your brain is big 
 
 Out o jail you re our " biggest big thing." 
 And tis Big Judge Mike, wid his big shtick, 
 That ll break the Tammany " King." 
 
 So long life to you, Big Mike Connolly, 
 
 So jovial an so defiant, 
 
 You re twice bigger than ould Tim f)onnelly, 
 That was our great " Irish giant." 
 
77,, Poetical 1 !//* 
 
 It wa- i.nr I:ig Mike, will his l.ir -htick, 
 
 riiat gave the " F.xri-u" it- bolu-. 
 An he s taught Ttnn Acton many :i :.iek 
 
 In -pite nt :ill hi- poli^. 
 It s iiini that -hmites for the |>uor man s right.-, 
 
 It > to him that \\itl hojie they din;:. 
 An it s his big list into -mithers will twist 
 The " Lunch ( "lull" an its " ring." 
 
 ( )i-h, bully for von. .Judge ( onnollv, 
 
 So jilucky an -o deliant, 
 
 You re twice bigger than ould Tim Donncllv, 
 That was our great " Iri-h giant." 
 
 John A. Ki iiucdy calls you " blatherin Mike/ 
 
 An the Tammany leaders ciir-e you. 
 I>ut the more nt \oii, .Mike, such haythins >thrike. 
 
 The more in our heart> we ll mir.-e you. 
 Oi-li, you ll lill the place wid mo-t mortial g;-. 
 
 An vou ll do the hangin highly ; 
 But I want you to shwear (for I m undlier a scare) 
 Tliat you ll never hang Miles O Reilly. 
 
 No\\. good luck to you. Big Mike Connolly, 
 
 It - well you may lie defiant, 
 For you ve, twice the shtntV of Tim Donnellv, 
 That was our great " Irish giant." 
 
 And here - a ;rla^ to ym: Hilly Wal-h. 
 My king of the bould Fourth Ward 
 
 i that can -litiimji. an it > you that ll jump 
 Like a li n over Tamnnnv s bordhers. 
 You ri- of dacint -htock you have brains an pluck 
 
 You have faith you have youth an honor 
 An I wouldn t, tis thrue. whin he meet- will you, 
 a live dollar bill be Dill Connor. 
 So I dhrink to you, I .illy. in good po: 
 
 My king of the bould Fourth Warder-. 
 1 "I- it - \mi th.it can -htuntp. an it - you that ll jump 
 I.ik" a h n over Tanim..!^ - boi-! 
 
 ( oiii" round me. u, a liondiaU. come all of you i-.ear me, 
 I- i.r. f.iix I I m the buy that can faithfully >ing 
 
 All the hle--in - -land back there, and let the bo\ > he-ir me 
 All the lle ill s we get by -lippol tin the " K lll-." 
 
 Sure v\e see our "ring ma-tlier-." \\ id gnrgeou- inspection. 
 From the hoi^hth- of gilt coaches our labor- -nrvev: 
 
 An we get a month s v\m k roinin on near election 
 i -r two dollar- a day. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 261 
 
 Look at Brennan. Time was he was "Mat" when we met him, 
 
 An so civil he always ud bow whin we d pass ; 
 An , och ! many s the good game o "muggins" we bet him, 
 
 Whin he sould us bad rum at three coppers a glass. 
 But since by our votes to the " King" he was lifted, 
 
 On the Bloomin dale Road he s a palace, they say ; 
 And the flapjacks he ates must wid goold-dust be sifted, 
 
 An poor divils like us must keep out of his way. 
 
 An there s Charley Cornell God be wid the time, Charley, 
 
 Whin dressed in your butcher-sleeves, blood to the edge^ 
 Yourself and bould Terry now Aldherman Farley 
 
 Sat down wid us boys to a game of " ould slexlge." 
 But it s now you re worth millions an how did you get it ? 
 
 Didn t our votes first give you a sate in the " King?" 
 But we re honest and poor and you sthrive to forget it, 
 
 An the door in our faces, if callin , you d fling. 
 
 An there s Pether B. Shweeny they say he is wiser, 
 
 An cuter, an darker than most in the " King;" 
 To the whole of them chickens he plays the adviser, 
 
 And shows how to cover their eggs wid their wing. 
 By me sowl , little Pether, the day will come hoppin 
 
 That for all your " ring shwindles" you ll get what s your due ; 
 An aich three in the Park will be gayly out croppin* 
 
 Wid a rope and a noose for such spalpeens as you. 
 
 Look at Tweed holy Father ! Bill Tweedie look at him ; 
 
 Did you ever see feedin like that in your life ? 
 Like a Suffolkshire pig svhen you stuff him and fat him 
 
 An I guess like the pig he s just fit for the knife. 
 Musha Tweedie, ahagur ! tis you have soft weather, 
 
 It was we tuned your pipes and we taught you to sing ; 
 Do you mind o the time we wor "bunkers" together, 
 
 Before you grew rich, fat, and proud in the "King?" 
 
 An there s Boole ! Oh, be jabers ! the scoundhrelly Blue-nose 
 
 Has brought all his brothers to share in the swag ; 
 He has houses, seven-thirties, and greenbacks, and few knows 
 
 The size of the "stale" he has tied in his bag. 
 "An the moment, "he says, "that they shtop him from thievin , 
 
 He ll to Canatly carry his bones and his purse." 
 May the divil go wid him our counthry when leavin 
 
 On the black British spy be the Irishman s curse. 
 
 Och, boys ! shall the rule of these villains continue 
 Shall we still be the slaves o the rogues we despise? 
 
 These trauneens who use neither brain-work nor sinew. 
 And forget u,s the moment we help them to rise ? 
 
- ; -2 7 /> <> Poetical Works of 
 
 By the Church of Ardajrh and the p eat < r<>-- ,,f ( a-hci. 
 *To the iliniil Loth them-ehe- and their ticket- \ve ll ilin 
 Let u- thry a new #11110 just tor tun. hoy- - and -ma-h all 
 The -chaimc-. an" the head-, an machine-. < the " 
 
 I ll a Voyht." 
 
 Och, Fernandy Wood, the hould, 
 
 It is he has ^ot a hould 
 On the votes an the affections of the Mo/.art choir: 
 
 An they ll sing. a- he expert-. 
 
 All the chime- that he dirert-. 
 An they 11 only call their -owl- their own at hi- de-ire. 
 
 Fernand\ \\ ood. he made 
 \Yid ( ornell an T \\eeil a ihrade. 
 
 Sellin out hi- Mo/art chicken-, feather.-. hone-, an hide, 
 ( )n a pnniii-e that they -hould 
 .Make him-elf. Fernandy Wood, 
 
 Their mayor in next Decemlier. let whatever cl.-e hetide. 
 
 An for this Fernandy slnvore 
 To do up a little chore 
 
 In the sindin of < ornell to the Sinate o the -htate, 
 \\"hrre ( harley. >hpr\ an linn, 
 JVli^ht extind his little term. 
 
 An tix up some other manlier- on the lohhy-.-hlate. * 
 
 An for thi- hould < harley then 
 Slnvore to carry " l.rother Hen" 
 
 To the Sinate ly the jmuer o ca-h the \Vi^\\am \\ield- : 
 \N hile Weed mi^ht ou-t Lainil 
 1 lacin Stewart there this \.MI . 
 
 An ]>ut Thomas Murphy Mindly in tin- place o Tom ( . Field-. 
 
 * ire lirennan \va- to take. 
 A- hi- private " little rake." 
 
 The Law Dej.artmcnt. placin .lohn Iv Devlin on the -helf: 
 And thi- - to Weed > alihorrenee 
 lie mijrlit ^i\ t . j,, \ j; l.avsrciice. 
 
 A- the nominee i ,iv\ and hi- \er\ iml.le -elf. 
 
 the purtie-t little pint 
 ( >ut of -.nieuhere that i- h.t 
 
 lint Fcrnandy. a^he oiilder fTOWB, i- proiier -till to ^al.hle; 
 An -o it cum hy-an -by 
 That thi- -.iv.-ret threat\ -lily 
 
 Wa- developed in the Herald to "the out-ide haythin ral.l.le." 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 263 
 
 Whereupon blue murdher rose 
 
 Twixt Fernandy s friends and foes, 
 An , t aix ; Weed was in a corner, an Cornell was much the same 
 
 For the Tribune axed the blood 
 
 Both of Weed and Benjie Wood, 
 An the Herald vowed to fight to death agin the schaime. 
 
 Upon this Fernandy fine 
 
 Sinds for Daniel M. O Brine, 
 To whom he had pledged the Mozarts in Cornell s disthrick ; 
 
 An says he, " My bully Dan, 
 
 Such an such things are my plan, 
 So in favor of Cornell, Dan, you must back out quick. 
 
 "Divil resayve the fut I ll back 
 
 From the sinatorial thrack," 
 Shpakes out the brave O Brien, more courageous nor a brick ; 
 
 " You have pledged my elevation 
 
 By the Mozart nomination, 
 An tis I will be next senator from my disthrick." 
 
 Then Fernandy, mad wid rage, 
 
 Findin flatthery wouldn t assuage, 
 Shwore a pistil-ball should whistle through O Brien his heart, 
 
 If to tell he ever dared 
 
 The bad bargain thus declared, 
 An by which Fernandy hoped again as mayor to shtart. 
 
 " Now, by this an by that," says Dan, 
 
 "You re mistaken in your man, 
 If you hope- to frighten any boy who is called O Brien ;" 
 
 An wid that right oft he goes, 
 
 Writes an signs a full expose, 
 An wid this has put a tombstone on Cornell s design. 
 
 So Fernandy s cake is dough, 
 
 An the bould Bill Tweed s also, 
 An the ould man s busy writin dodgin letthers o denial ; 
 
 An the sea for Thomas Murphy 
 
 Now looks tempest-black an surfy, 
 An Stewart in his cockle-boat doesn t dare to make a thrial. 
 
 And the galliant "Brother Ben," 
 Down among the deadest men, 
 
 Is decayin like a, stale jack-pike the honest fish-wife shpurns ; 
 While o er him, high in air, 
 As the emblems o despair, 
 the banner and bright sabre of the brave voung Col. Burns. 
 
864 77,. Poetical Wort* of 
 
 Aj to r.rennan- faix. ti- he 
 
 1- tin- co\\ed-c-t man you d Me, 
 While of Lawrence :iu hi- ruined hope- he -till j s fiercely stonuin : 
 
 An for corporation conn-el, 
 
 I ll ln-t tulips a^in ^roiuiM-1 
 Tliat the next to lill the place will he our o\\n honld Dick O fiorman. 
 
 Oh. hrother one an all 
 
 I. ii- or-rani/e thi tall. 
 An charge ngin the i;in--chief- in iv-i-th-- line: 
 
 An for leaders let u- take 
 
 IMiicky. hone-t. wide awake 
 Just such candidate lor e\ery place a- Daniel M. O Brien. 
 
 Air: " Tun<- tin- <,ll ,-t,\r died of." 
 Mu.-ha. hoy-, did ye/, hear the nevv-? 
 Sure lien Wood i- tuk l>al \vid "the Mm-." 
 An I ernandy .- turned all soorts o line- 
 That a -hkin from the rainhow could IHUTO\V, 
 Siin-e he heei d that the haiyain or thrade 
 Wid Cornell an the " ould man" he made 
 Ha- ^one up in a hiir I alloon 
 Twist higher nor is the moon, 
 
 An liim-ell an poor Hen mu-t sii]i sorrow. 
 
 For Ben sees, bowtmndever he turns. 
 
 The victhory lanin to IJnrns. 
 
 While all kind> o hard kickiifs an shpurns 
 
 Are liajieil on l- eniaiidy - alliance : 
 An Karl Sprai-ken-ie Hryant O Dntcli 
 I-n l popilar--not oxermueli 
 An Mat I .remianV attimpt- to conthrol 
 How the people -hall \ote at the poll 
 
 Are inei \\id m^-t ha\ niou- deliaiice. 
 
 An ( ornell ! Sure the sconndliiel O Brinc 
 Ha- ju-t \\heeled all the IM.V- into hue. 
 An had luck to the hope or the -i-u 
 
 ( M poor Charley s election this minim ; 
 For the Trihune - had -Minethin |Q 
 In L ttin Dane out o the way : 
 An no clod- - ..r "Alhany thrick-" 
 That the ould man .-" -o f.imioii- to fix 
 
 Can now sind poor Cornell to the Sinate. 
 
 A- in Fields well, the thin- v, a- tOO plain 
 That it lay het\\ci-n him an .M Laiie, 
 An" N j r Tommv .Mui^hy in \ain 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 265 
 
 Spinds the profits he made upon shoddy ; 
 For the hoys go M Lane nothin shorter 
 Neglectin "the snorer and snorter," 
 Tom Fields, who, in somnolent riot, 
 So oft broke the dignified quiet 
 
 Of our state sinatorial body. 
 
 An to me, who am fond o the "Ring," 
 An to Brennan an Shweeny, who cling, 
 An believe public theft is the thing 
 
 That our boys should admire an remember 
 Faix ! I m sick at the heart whin I look 
 At the figures that s writ in the book ; 
 For to me it ud seem, darlin s dear, 
 That the " King" chance looks mortially queer, 
 
 An will die the first week in December. 
 
 An , boys, should that sad hour approach, 
 Tuck me dacintly into a coach, 
 An sind me, without reproach, 
 
 Away to the Jarseys hidin ; 
 
 An| sind Brennan, an Shweeny, an Bradley along, 
 An let A. Oakey Hall swell the mournin throng, 
 For the town will be then far too hot and too sthrong 
 
 For such jockeys as them trf abide in. 
 
 Air (with a recitative chorus) : " Onlcl Ireland, you re my jewel, sure." 
 Och, boys, hurra ! now comes the day 
 JThe "King s" rank rule for smitin ; 
 We ll make smithereens o their foul "machines," 
 
 An sind their schaimes a-kitin ; 
 An this shall be the song for me, 
 Corruption s bulwark stormin 
 "Hurra! hurra! we win the day, 
 
 Wid Ilecker and Richard O Gorman;" 
 May the Child Boy cling to yer thievin "Ring," 
 
 An the plunder yez pocketed handy ; 
 But ye ve dhrained the cup, an the game is all up 
 
 For that everlastin (judgment -by- default -allowin John E. 
 Develin and his congaynial partner in all soorts o villainies, 
 that pucker-faced, stifif -dickied ould rapparee an scallywag 
 in gineral) 
 Sure av coorse I mane Fernandy. 
 
 The " Ring" goes down we ll clear the town 
 
 Of all the brood o Brennans ; 
 An , fmx ! Charley Cornell, an Tweed as well, 
 
 Shall hV before our pennons 
 
 M 
 
266 The Poetical II ""//* <? 
 
 Their day i- pa-t. an we ll -ee tin- la-t 
 
 ( > their crew iu ,lar-ey -warmin , 
 Afeard tit IK- can-lit, an lie hunt: a- they ought, 
 
 liy Ileckcr an liichard < ) < iorman. 
 " ( i..,l ^rant it -non" i- tin- only chune 
 
 That hoiie-t iiii-n can In- -infill , 
 "That from e\ery three in the Park \\e HIM;, 
 
 Si line plundher-fed * K in^ -ro^ne (an . li\ me .-owl ! whin I -a\ 
 tliiin word-. Terry Farlev . it i-n t a hundhred miles away 
 from your mother s .-on that my mind - e\e i- \\andherin . 
 an it ,- thinkin I am \\hat a jmrt\ eorj-e you d make 
 Some iilundher-1 ed villain swingin ." 
 
 Ay. an then there s Boole that P,lne-iiu-e tool 
 
 An his pack <> rapay.-hi- ln-oilicr-. 
 Who ha\e ^oiyed their fill at the jiulilic till 
 
 I ntil nieli o thim nearly Mimthei s. 
 Och. \\e ll -ind them hack on the Canada thrack. 
 
 The Fa\nian- In-hind thim fwannin* ; 
 All Mich .-camps we ll put down. :uf dhrive <mt o the town. 
 
 I lidher llecker an IJichard ( ) ( ionnaii. 
 Wirrn. hoys ! it will In- a nate - iLrlil tfl 
 
 llou the flight o tho.-e lioole- \\ill (|iiicketl 
 Whin hehind thim. hot -wei-p. two or three inche- deep. 
 
 A lew Kaynians their ha\onet- (an ,-ure the world know- 
 there - no nater nor juirtier weapon than a hajrnet. an it - 
 only a jiity the bright point of it .-hould e\i-rlie .-oiled in the 
 corrupt liodie- ol .-iich \armints) 
 
 A few Faynian.- their l>ayoiu t> are -tickin . 
 
 Then rent- \\ill come down, an throughout the town 
 
 There \\ill lie a proud day of enjoyment ; 
 For wa^e- will ri-e. \\\\ the lottfgPOW in si/.e. 
 
 An no lack there will he of employment. 
 A- our ta\ ~ daCTMM, all the l>le in .- of j.eacc 
 
 ( Mir heart- an our hoj.es \\ ill he \\armin ; 
 An \ve ll have a ^ood time, in our city -iihlime. 
 
 I ndher llecker an Kichard (> (Jormaiu 
 " To the dioul we fliii^ all tin* m^ue- of the Hing, " 
 
 I- the cry Loth of palace an -hanty. 
 An next month we ll iniirn. takin aich in hi- turn, 
 
 John I- .. Dexelin that corporation conn-el our-. \\ ho -eem- to 
 think he i- paid for no other living tiling than to find out 
 how we can he cha\ted an plundhercd. an then emplo\ hi- 
 friend l- ield- to do the joli. an di\ ide {air w id all coii>arned 
 aft her tliilt) 
 .Inliii !-. Devlin an Sheik Fernaiidv. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 
 
 GRAND DEMOCRATIC CHOWDER. 
 
 In our city aquarium s shining bound, 
 
 Fish of all species enjoy free quarter, 
 Poking with cold snouts round and round 
 
 The crystal Avails of their limpid fortress. 
 Fish with the biggest eyes are here ; 
 
 With fins the pectoral, anal, dorsal ; 
 Scales that like proof of mail appear, 
 
 And wide mouths gaping for every morsel. 
 
 Over the pebbles and shining sand, 
 
 Down on the bottom they grope and wander ; 
 Next their little air-bladders expand, 
 
 And up they shoot as of sunlight fonder. 
 In through the stems of the cool green reeds, 
 
 Under the lilies and pendent mosses, 
 Still the sub-aqueous play proceeds. 
 
 While porgies and pikes have their joys and crosses. 
 
 In our city aquarium all the choir 
 
 Offish have particular fiies to follow ; 
 Hackles and cocktails many desire, 
 
 While palmers, well oiled, nearly all will swallow. 
 Lady-bird flies are a tempting bait ; 
 
 With duns, blue, or brown, your sport will be meager; 
 But with spinners or governors all are elate, 
 
 And for shiners the yellow, you ll find them eager. 
 
 But the day of our sport was a cloudy day, 
 
 And the fly we used of a new description ; 
 Senator-fly it is called, they say, 
 
 And its use shall be told without color or fiction. 
 Never had anglers such royal sport 
 
 As we all can have when it comes in season, 
 For the fishes their destiny seem to court, 
 
 And rise at this fly as if reft of reason. 
 
 FOURTH SENATORIAL DISTRICT. 
 
 Dropping a senator-fly called Fourth, 
 Tied to a string, just above the surface, 
 
 Lo ! from the east, south, west, and north, 
 Numberless fishes rise up, all nervous. 
 
n. 
 
 Mather. of All>:my, first is found 
 
 Poking his hungry iiose al.ove water; 
 
 He carries an old hotel-key round. 
 
 Ami his carpet I.jij, -hows him ., . r: ily Mjtiutter. 
 
 I.. Sinirh. like n pike. in 
 Feeding all i-iMiml on emi-rant minnow-. 
 William .M. T\\ ved, and a rockfi.-h he-, 
 Klo.it- on his stipeni-orial -in- 
 
 i 
 
 the Hy. in Imj.i- t. earn it ; 
 While AliliM-iuau Stfjihi-ns t(. work hr-ins, 
 Looking the -t.Mit.-t (-fall ml 
 
 M il> Li\in--f(.n Linn would l.c ^lad to \\iii, 
 ^ And -\\ini< o;i his hdly. a marshal flounder; 
 Kichard T. ( oinpton. \\c count him in 
 
 A- a line i c,l cod. " many years a rounder." 
 Hii-hey Uuy .smith is a troiit of inai k. 
 
 Prompt to a--unic the >ta^e of action ; 
 While Wiiine Dick i> a lauyer >hark. 
 
 W!KJ to win would iMilist in whatever faction. 
 
 B"ld Johnny Shea is a tine fat carp, 
 
 I. I in the pll>, and -tout, and posted; 
 
 Kivlin Tom i- a pickerel -harp 
 
 Who will one day or other -et ho^ed and roa-ted 
 
 .John Y. garage i- long and -iim. 
 
 <>f-iil,-a.|iicoii> -uordli-h ti-hters 
 Ami MII -h \sere the li-h \\h,, appeared to swim 
 Ncath the eye and the fly of the prc-cnt writerV. 
 
 and round in a whirl thev 
 
 Working their K j]| s j n ., r,shy 
 Making their ^hitinoii< eychalU ^lo\v. 
 
 And lilting like devil- at each and other. 
 Sides arc peeled an. I the lle-h is l,are. 
 
 Fin- are lopped f r ,, m ,,,- li,|,,i,| r: ,ttl. : 
 Scale- and skin from each other thcv tear, 
 
 And ra-c i- the rule of the Ji-hy battle, 
 
 FIFTH SKN. \TORIAL DISTIIH T. 
 ])n.].pin-a lly of :! no her kind- 
 Senator Fifth- :il,i,\c the \\afer. 
 
 i- their t:ii|s and piin^ it Mind. 
 Inlinife \ietinis ri-i- up ti.r -laii-hter. 
 
Graham Ilalpine. 269 
 
 Smith Ely rises a senator eel, 
 / Tough M his leather this deep-sea conger; 
 
 And Fields, though his chance has improved a deal, 
 We re afraid has to wait a little longer. 
 
 Chubb Theodore Tomlinson don t look bad, 
 
 And with sardine sauce might be made taste pleasant ; 
 Sam Webster we think quite a promising shad, 
 
 But shadowed (though under the gas) at present. 
 Jim Keilly could hardly be taxed to rise 
 
 For so small a bait, and he well may brag it ; 
 But Winthrop Chanler, if only Avise, 
 
 Can hook all the rest with a Chanler s maggot. 
 
 Round and round they wriggle and dart, 
 
 Bending the reeds and scattering the water, 
 Spry in their spines and terribly smart, 
 
 Every one eager the other to slaughter. 
 With mouths wide open and goggling eyes, 
 
 Fins in bedlamite motion working, 
 All for the Fifth Senatorial rise, 
 
 While their tails and their heads have a crazy jerking. 
 
 SIXTH SENATORIAL DISTRICT. 
 
 Soon with a new senatorial fly 
 
 Called the Sixth on our line suspended, 
 With much " speculation" in his eye, 
 
 A sleek mud-turtle at once ascended ; 
 Schell by name, with a shell on his back, 
 
 Snapping voracious beyond all telling ; 
 At valuing forts or flies not slack, 
 
 But afraid of snells since his fatal Snelling. 
 
 Wheeler John like a weakfish rose, 
 
 Irresolute whether to pass or besiege it ; 
 Dunham J. Crain poked a tautog nose, 
 
 But hadn t the spring in his tail to reach it. 
 Philip W. Engs made a bully leap 
 
 A sort of big drum not easily beaten ; 
 While the catfish Baldwin, though lying deep, 
 
 Has a faith that this fly will by him be eaten. 
 
 John T. Hoffman, whose birth we ascribe 
 To the big-headed species of sculpin finners, 
 
 And Livingston Bob of the Sheepshead tribe 
 These both on our fly hope to make their dinners. 
 
370 
 
 So round and round in an endle-- coil. 
 
 Biting and ti^htiiifr. they dart and r-plntter : 
 Their chance of -ucce i- not worth the toil, 
 
 But their play may give somebody bread and butter. 
 
 ! VI II M-iNATnlMAL DISTRICT. 
 I.a-t of our flics for the present week, 
 
 ith Senatorial \\ e now exhibit 
 A fly \\hich all Mackerell- ea^erlv -eek. 
 
 While the -ijuidti-h ( onnolly jump- to ci ill it. 
 That Dick feel- Mire you c:iu -ee at a glance- 
 
 lie dallie* and dandles appearing li-tlc-- : 
 While the luminous sunli-h .Johnny \ ance 
 
 > \\hich aj.pear re-i-tle. 
 
 That perch of a I eck. if we take his \\ord. 
 
 ( iiiarautees to rejiirn u- doiilile mea-ure : 
 And the herring 1 . (i. Moloiiey i- 
 
 Proclaiming the fly to le hi- at plea-ure. 
 The mullet M Spedoii to \\in iv houml 
 
 A ti-h full of humor. ]iro\okinjr laughter : 
 \\ hile the tip>y -li-h Kutherford s(|iiirms around, 
 
 Hut a cocktail lly i> the one he .- after. 
 
 Like a jolly fat halibut. Hartlett Smith 
 
 Pla.-he- around \\ith imea-v jerkin^-: 
 IIan\ < ienet -ho\\s hi- bottom and pith 
 
 Hy biting the tail of llo-ea Mream Perkin<. 
 Noah A. Child-, an aiidacioii.- dace. 
 
 Ha- the thick, hard -cale- of the old-.-chool hunkers: 
 And Ma-fer-oii Pete, in hi.- fireman I. 
 
 Sho\\- a i-lear de-cent from the line of bunker-. 
 
 Koimd and round in a \\hiil thev go, 
 
 Working their j:ill- in a li-hy .-mother. 
 Making their irhitinoii- eyeball- ^low. 
 
 And biting like de\il- at each and other. 
 Side- are peeled till the bone- lie bare. 
 
 l-in- are lopped from our liquid cattle: 
 Scale- and -kin from each oilier thev - 
 
 And r.i-e i- the rule of the ti-h\ battle. 
 
 KT. TAMMANY AM) TIM! NAHOHS. 
 
 ( )h. there wa- a delu-ioii. in the ^no.l da\ - of old. 
 That party \\a- an army \\ith -oldier- enrolled; 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 271 
 
 There were privates with muskets, and sergeants on pay, 
 And captings Avith epaulettes both gallant and gay, 
 
 Singing tooral-liooral, etc. 
 
 In the good times we speak of promotion was won 
 By a record of friendship and services done ; 
 Men marched in the ranks ere they rode in the van, 
 And the purse was no object we looked at the man, 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
 Oh, shoulder to shoulder right onward we press d, 
 All passions but envy had room in each breast ; 
 Heart beating to heart, every thought seemed to blend, 
 And each looked to the banner which all woujd defend, 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
 Yes, triumph and sorrow, joy, anger, and pride, 
 We shared with the brothers who marched by our side ; 
 When themtgle was heard, every soldier took arms, 
 And the world had no prize to give treachery charms, 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
 But a new light has dawned on political war, 
 And tis now "Will it pay ?" ere you say who you re for ; 
 "Tis no longer "What, he ! my old friend wants my aid ; 
 lie shall have it." Ah no ; the game s otherwise played, 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
 This course was all wrong, as some big nabobs say, 
 Who have kindly agreed o er our lives to bear sway ; 
 The man counts for naught till we see how he stands 
 In the matter of rent-roll, stock-jobbing, and lands, 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
 These nabobs have shirt-fronts with diamonds a-gleam, 
 And their Verzenay bubbles, an amber-hued stream ; 
 Grand junction, commercial politicians they are, 
 And in "selling for cash" each man shines like a star, 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
 They sit in gay rooms under glass chandeliers, 
 And each bulbous-nosed squatter at Tammany sneers ; 
 Oh, they look with big eyes on political jobs, 
 And then rattle the tin in their corpulent fobs, 
 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
 Big chunks of a golden humanity these, 
 Fat ingots with heads swelled as big as a cheese ; 
 They twiddle their thumbs as they dream of their checks, 
 And tis they hold the people ker-chuck by the necks, 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
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 :y handlers of bullion. bold signer-; of Kill*. 
 
 Immense in thematter of cleaning out till-; 
 
 Tin- ma*-e* are a-ses so Nature ordain-, 
 For we all know that ca-h is the mca-ure of brain . 
 Sin-ing tooral. etc. 
 
 The only -rand key to \vhieh Fortune accords 
 
 Tin power of revolving in popular ward-, 
 
 I- a key made of -old by some nalioli applied. 
 
 Which will give at to the jam-pots inside, 
 
 la- tooral. etc. 
 
 Oh. no more we ll look down to the leader* of ward*. 
 Hut we ll all rai-e our eyes t< thc*e " national" lord- ; 
 They wear leather med.d* to which v.e how low, 
 And at t harle.-ton they ll make a splendiferous show, 
 
 Sin-in- tooiv.l. etc. 
 
 No man in tliis city could righteously dare 
 ( )ver grandeefl like the~e to a|iire to lie mavor : 
 So they sail up North Kiver the land to in-pect. 
 And a mayor they ll " import" whom, of cotn>e. we i 
 
 tooral. etc. 
 
 All the jiapers uill spend full two riiirds or a half 
 Of their space to extol this auriferous call : 
 Time-, Herald, and Tribune will hless the bright da\ 
 And the Leader will kneel, >in^in^ hal-le lu-jav, 
 And to(.ral. etc. 
 
 So. in view of this new rule, all ri>m<^ youn^ men 
 \Ylio have done party sen ice -don t 00 it a-ain : 
 l- or, until things are changed, thi- no longer can !., 
 To party promotion the ladder and Ley. 
 
 tooral. 
 
 Hut ehan-e a bad check for ^ ood value, and run. 
 < )r Jintl a rich \\ife who \\ill pay for your fun: 
 L .ither ^et i "idi or -eem rich, for both \\ill :,\. il. 
 And you may join the nabobs if not put in jail. 
 
 So down with all weakne-s of friendly re-anl : 
 To cheat for the tir-t time we know may be hard 
 Hut whoever to cheat per-ev crinkly trie*. 
 < )h, he ll find cheating eome jn-t a* ca*\ a* lie*. 
 Sin-in- tooral. etc. 
 
 So hurra for the nabob-, ami lon^ may they ici^n ; 
 \\"e ki-- tUeir kind whip, and we c-iddli- the chain ; 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 
 
 We ll pull down the Wigwam, and choke the big spring, 
 While the praise of " commercial transactions" we sing, 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
 But perhaps, ere the Wigwam a ruin is found, 
 Ere we take our farewell of the old hunting ground, 
 Just to hear the last echo twill fling from its roof, 
 Of this rhymed invocation tis well to make proof, 
 Singing tooral, etc. 
 
 THE APOTHEOSIS OF JAY COOKE. 
 
 Hurra! hurra! I "heard them say, 
 
 Hurra for the Cooke who is christened Jay 
 
 A greater old joker than Rabelais. 
 May his name, be great, and his purse expand, 
 And his fame and his shadow fill the land ; 
 For tis he has proved, in a manner as yet 
 
 Defying all skill but his alone, 
 That of all great blessings, a national debt 
 
 Is the jolliest blessing that ever was known. 
 
 Our Jay like a jay-bird well may crow, 
 For a thousand millions of dollars or so, 
 To this side or that, like a ball, he can throw ; 
 And it is by the skill of this mighty Cooke 
 That our last seven-thirties all "got took;" 
 And of all the nations that ever were known, 
 The richest and greatest is now our own ; 
 And of all the cooks in the moneyed line, 
 "Doing things up brown" with a crisp that is fine, 
 There is never a chef, we swear by the book, 
 That can equal our own immortal Cooke. 
 
 His discovery acts like a Brandreth s pill 
 For the cure of all forms of national ill ; 
 And the louder he cries as we nearer sink 
 To the verge of bankruptcy s dreadful brink 
 * Oh, go it, ye cripples ! your cares forget ; 
 Plunge deeper in blessings that is, in debt ; 
 To pay what you owe, and to pay as you go 
 These are old fogy notions our age below ; 
 But believe with me, and never forget, 
 That the way to be blessed is to rush into debt. 
 At the cautions of fogy financiers scoff, 
 Never bother your head about paying it off; 
 
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 Hut keep burrowing Mill, with a privily clutch, 
 
 l- i.r of l>le--ini:- \"ii never can have too lunch . 
 Ami "fall the Mr-.-.in-- the world know- \et. 
 The great e.-t. I -\\ear, is a national deht." 
 
 ( )li, crown linn with greenbacks, and let hi- heir 
 
 A ehaplet of ten-rent currency wear: 
 
 And down from his shoulder^ !>ro;ul and tall, 
 
 Let a mantle of bonds (seven-thirties) fall ; 
 
 Ami ]ilaee in his hands a baton, rolled 
 
 With the tliinnest lilm or foil of gold ; 
 
 And with this for hi> -ceptre. a -orcerer s rod - 
 
 Let his feet with lira/en -hoc- l.e -hod 
 
 Shoes like to Mereur\ >. \N in.^ eomhined, 
 
 To >liiw the flight that our \\ealth is taking; 
 
 And l>ra/.en. to typify tl>e mim 
 That a "btessuig c 
 
 of our 
 
 NEW YOKK IN A NUTSIIKI.I, 
 
 THE NCT CRACKED AND NUT-B1T1OC8LY DIGI.8TEP. 
 
 Ye curious Yankees, who, ala! 
 
 I ) ire to \ i-it ( iothain. 
 Attend unto the danirei - Bl 
 
 \N"e presently shall >how them; 
 And ere with hodies >afe and sound 
 
 You launch upon the Sound. >ii>. 
 (Jet up ujion our I e^axi-, 
 
 And peg with us around, sir-. 
 
 Tin- city stand> upon an i-le 
 
 Or vand liank railed Manhattan; 
 It i> a plan- ^i\en wholly up 
 
 To brandy, -ilk. and Satan. 
 Its peopl- lo\e tlie l.rnad Uroaduay. 
 
 The " narrow path" they -cut] at ; 
 Their worship now i- the cholera ^houl. 
 
 And Schnlt/ i- their chief prophet. 
 
 The eity s -tati-.te- are as dead 
 MH^ made of pla-ter ; 
 ll- Itreetl arc I.U-ked- in A-tor IMae.- 
 
 Can neither hor.-e nor a^> >tir. 
 In I earl Street th.-rc arc p.. a il ,,u, \aiilts, 
 
 I)o\\n whii h we turn pearl dher- : 
 And I.lce. ker i- a 1. leaker -trect 
 
 I- ..r D nd dri\er>. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 
 
 In Amity no friendship is, 
 
 In Bond Street no security, 
 In Grand Street nothing great or grand, 
 
 In Water Street no purity ; 
 In Broome there s not a broom at work, 
 
 Dry Dock is quite a puddle ; 
 In Carroll Street no carol sounds, 
 
 And Congress is a muddle. 
 
 The street called Gay is very sad ; 
 
 Both Ann and Catharine plague you ; 
 The very name of Hague Street gives 
 
 A Cockney bard the h -ague. 
 In Dey Street we are like to die, 
 
 Gramercy Place is pert, sirs, 
 And Chestnut Street and Cherry make 
 
 A dessert we desert, sirs. 
 
 There s Bayard Street but not, like him, 
 
 Sans peur et sans reproche, sirs ; 
 And in Attorney Street you find 
 
 A tourney-coach to coach, sirs. 
 In Rose I never saw a rose 
 
 Except a colored woman, 
 And Clement Street and Mersey are 
 
 Most thoroughly inhuman. 
 
 In Greene Street not a blade of grass, 
 
 In Fountain not a pailful ; 
 The streets, with bales and boxes piled, 
 
 Become each day more baleful .; 
 A walk through Varick Street would give 
 
 A varic-ose complaint, sirs, 
 And White Street is as black a place 
 
 As ever mud did paint, sirs. 
 
 Our streets are piled with piles of brick, 
 
 And " bricks" go staggering by them ; 
 The rotten shingles covering pits 
 
 With cautious feet we try them. 
 Our rich men s faces tell their wealth 
 
 Ten thousand for each wrinkle, 
 And on a ten times wizened face 
 
 Each lady s glance will twinkle. 
 
 These ladies all are thin and tall, 
 Large-eyed and pale refined, too ; 
 
 Superbly dressed and for the rest, 
 Ask them, if you ve a mind to. 
 
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 Some pe< pie say they have a way 
 
 Fal>e calve- mi. I !m-t> of padding, 
 And their teeth arc Miught and complexions bought 
 
 When they take their daily gadding. 
 
 ( Hi. Mu-e of mine ! thy cla<-ic foot 
 
 ( Mice \\ore a gulden sandal, 
 lint limn lia>t. t alh-ii on punning way-. 
 
 And i- . ii i- a - < andal. 
 Thy thought^ are turned in qnidditic-. 
 
 Tin- turtnri d language tea-ing, 
 For he who once Imt lived to pic. 
 
 Ha> now to live \>\ pleasing. 
 
 POLITICAL OPIUM DREAM. 
 
 WRITTEN, AFTEB BWALI.ouiM, nil:i:K DOVER S I OWDERB, II Y THE POICK OF 
 
 TIIE "PEWTER MUO." 
 
 In weary, nervous plight, one niglit 
 
 I Blghed and panted tor the light, 
 
 While hii/./in^ in my ear a dear 
 
 Shrill whi-per lireatJied the.-r \\ords i.f fenr: 
 
 Fernando Wood had 1 ortv one thousand. 
 
 Vowed and swore lie had forty-one thoii-and. 
 
 Swore that he owned full forty-one thousand 
 Forty-one thoii-and \ote>. 
 
 I groaned and could not >leep ; a deep 
 
 And dread niH|iiiet made me keep 
 
 Still a-kin.L . -odii or late, their j-ite , 
 
 Then came the dream I mw relate. 
 
 A \i-ioii it \\as of the forty-one thousand, 
 All that i- left of the forty-one thousand. 
 The \sretclied remain> of the fortv-one thou.-and 
 Forty one thoiisand \ote-. 
 
 Su|>po-e -(.me ^iailt " bore" of yi.re 
 Had found a gimlet more niid more 
 
 utic than him-elf. and he 
 Nine mile- in height eireumferenre three. 
 
 Suppose the tool -o found around 
 He turned and t\\i-ted in the ground. 
 Working to let -ome da\li_ ht through 
 On Katlir Land or Timiiiict >. 
 
 Such wa< the tortuous jiit. unlit 
 By any cheery ray of da\ . 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 277 
 
 Down which a winding, slippery stair 
 Curled, black and dismal as despair. 
 
 Still from the dripping walls there falls 
 An ooze of death ; each step appalls 
 As giddily I wound around 
 This monstrous corkscrew under ground. 
 
 Each step new echoes woke, which broke 
 Like booming guns from battle smoke, 
 And, stifling for fresh air, the stair 
 Seemed leading down to you know where. 
 
 Before me strode a guide, with wide 
 Funereal drapery loosely tied 
 Round head and waist ; a bull s-eye lamp 
 Shot sickly rays through dark and damp. 
 
 At length we reached a hall, where all 
 A thousand galleries met, and yet 
 In each five yards of corridor 
 Stood in the dripping walls a door. 
 
 At one my grim guide paused, and caused 
 
 A door, which opened with a spring, 
 
 Back on its rusty hinge to swing 
 
 And I beheld a hideous thing. 
 
 Alack and alack for the forty-one thousand, 
 Hither had come the forty-one thousand, 
 All that was left of the forty-one thousand 
 Forty-one thousand votes. 
 
 There is a low vault, bare and square 
 (Blue burned the lamp in the stagnant air) : 
 I saw green lizards sprawl and fall 
 On drizzly floor from slimy wall, 
 
 While ranged around the room, in gloom 
 
 More deep than any earthly tomb, 
 
 A score of coffins stood on end 
 
 "Political corpses," said my friend. 
 
 Corpses they were of the forty-one thousand, 
 Wretchedest wreck of the forty-one thousand, 
 All that were left of the forty-one thousand 
 Forty-one thousand votes. > 
 
 Each bore a brazen plate, to state 
 The name, style, station, natal date 
 Of the "^clean beat" who groaned within 
 This mortal sentry-box of sin. 
 
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 Advancing to the lir-t accuvd. 
 
 My piide tapped lightly : the liil lmr>t 
 
 "Wide iij.ci). and. a- hack it flew. 
 
 The k ha-tly tenant >tood in \ iew. 
 
 Done to death were the forty-one thousand, 
 i; i in \v..o.l \\ere the forty-one thoii-aud. 
 All that was left of the forty-one thou-and 
 .Forty-one thou-and \ 
 
 Protruding from the clothes there flows 
 
 A shroud roiiml each, from head to toes 
 
 I saw and recogni/.ed a no-e 
 
 Such a> the pe.ipl,-"- cliairman Mo\\.-. 
 
 And, tapping round from -hell to >hell, 
 
 l- .ach lid \\ide ..pen slowly fell, 
 
 I, "alin^ in tin- charnel hive 
 
 The following " beats" entoinlied alive. 
 
 Buried alive ol the forty-oiu- thousand, 
 I rinee- and >heik- of the forty-one thousand, 
 Diddled remain^ of the forty -one thousand 
 Forty-one thousand votes. 
 
 Here gnlorious Dick had a hue ofhlue, 
 Mottled and >treaked in the part- in \ie\v; 
 And In-other Ueii made a ^rand li>jilay 
 (.)! " proud lle-h" turning to decay. 
 
 Dii-k Scliell l.M.ked had in his white pine slirll. 
 And the weary Drake had an anek-iit sint ll ; 
 Cold >\\e.it from wretche.l I .en Fairehild llou-. 
 And Hill M lntyre made us hold our i 
 
 For ^amy" were the\ of the fdi ty-one thoii-and 
 Forty-one thousand VI 
 
 The feature- of monkey (iid were hid 
 
 I \ the shroud which he drew when his cofiin-lid 
 
 I- lew Lack, and ( leiieral Hiram he 
 
 Was as " hi" as a ciiip-e on the Callous-tree. 
 
 Myriad- of malt-\\ firm-, fed and lu ed 
 
 In Se\enth \\ ard luillv Uile\ he. id : 
 
 And charming Urownell looked almo-t a- ^ri-l\ 
 
 As the >kin pei-l,-d corp-e of poor Milly Uri-l\. 
 
 The-c \\ere the whole nf the f. U t \ -oin- IJloU-aild, 
 All that i- left of the forty one thoii-and, 
 Nar\ a more of the t ,,rt\ tNM thoii>and 
 Fort\ one ihou-aml voters. 
 
Charles Graham Halpinc. 
 
 " Where is the chief?" I said ; "for dead 
 1 know he must be." Every head 
 In all that ghastly crew was raised, 
 And fury from their eyeballs blazed. 
 
 Each from beneath his shroud, with proud 
 And angry gesture, drew to view 
 Some limb or portion of the chief, 
 Now made "political hung beef." 
 
 Ben Fairchild had the hand which planned 
 So many " city diddlings" grand ; 
 Gid Tucker had his rights the lights, 
 Bile-duct, and spleen, to chew o nights. 
 
 Legs, head, and breast went round ; each found 
 
 His only solace under ground ; 
 
 While Brandy Sour was glad to risk it 
 
 Upon the baser parts and brisket 
 
 Of him who owned the forty-one thousand, 
 Boasted and swore he had forty-one thousand. 
 Swaggered and lied about forty-one thousand- 
 Forty-one thousand votes. 
 
 I sickened, and my brain, with pain 
 
 And nausea, felt a nervous strain. 
 
 "A vaunt !" I cried ; and, with a clang, 
 
 Back every coffin-cover rang. 
 
 A SONG FOR WHITE MEN. 
 
 Old Abe is good to crack a joke, 
 
 Heigh-ho, heigh-ho! 
 His fun in stories he can poke, 
 
 Heigh-ho, says I ; 
 
 But there s never a joke that he can crack 
 Will help him to beat our Little Mac, 
 For we all go Mac blind 
 Johnny, fill up the bowl. 
 
 The " nigs" for Abe the best may do, 
 
 Heigh-ho, heigh-ho ! 
 He is patron saint of all their crew, 
 
 Heigh-ho, says I ; 
 
 But we, unfortunates, who are white, 
 Yet for the nigger have to fight 
 Oh, we all go Mac blind 
 Johnny, fill up the bowl. 
 
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 "We ve broken tin- Rebellion s buck," 
 Heigh-ho, heigh-ho ! 
 
 Hill Seuard -\\ear- lie heard it crack. 
 
 Heigh-ho. >ays I ; 
 
 ! ie -wore tua- broken three \ears ago, 
 lint we see the tide of -laughter How, 
 Ami ue all go Mac blind 
 Johnny, fill up t!,e howl. 
 
 No end of the war ran ever come, 
 
 Heigh-ho, heigh-ho! 
 We >hall hear the roll of the murd rous drum, 
 
 I leigh ho. -;i\s I, 
 
 I ntil at the head of atlair- \\c jilaci- 
 The clio-en chief of the martial race. 
 
 And \ve all ^o Mac Mind 
 .Johnny, till uj> the himl. 
 
 Four millions of dollars every day, 
 
 I 1 Ji-ho, heigh-ho! 
 
 For this nigger war we nre forced to pay, 
 
 Heigh-ho, >a\ - I : 
 
 And there s never a hope, in Lincoln s track, 
 Of winning our good old Union IKK k. 
 
 So \\r all ^o Mac tilind 
 
 Johnny, fill up the bowl. 
 
 For liberty of speech nnd press, 
 
 Heigh-ho, heigh-ho ! 
 For outraged rights we seek redress, 
 
 Heigh-ho, -ay- I ; 
 The lettre de cachet and I .a-tile 
 Are things to make everv freeman feel 
 NVe -hould all go Mac Mind 
 .Johnny, fill nj> the howl. 
 
 To Sherman. Karragnt. and firant, 
 
 Hcigh-lio, heigh-ho ! 
 \Vllo our Hag o er roiii|uered citic- plant, 
 
 I I -i-h-hii. -a\ - I, 
 
 X V>- (ill the lniiiijM-r and pledge the toa-t. 
 And to give them the aid thev need the ino-t. 
 Wt all go Mac blind- 
 Johnny, till up the bo\\l. 
 
 With Mac at the head of our weaponed clan>. 
 
 Heigh-ho, heigh-ho ! 
 No " political dodge-" would mar their plan-. 
 
 Heigh-ho, says I ; 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 281 
 
 And therefore Farragut, Sherman, Grant, 
 Declare "that Mac is the chief they want," 
 And we all go Mac blind 
 Johnny, fill up the bowl. 
 
 To all our heroes in the field, 
 
 Heigh-ho, heigh-ho ! 
 Knowing how to die, but not to yield, 
 
 Heigh-ho, says I, 
 
 We fill the bumper and pledge the toast, 
 And to give them the aid they need the most, 
 We all go Mac blind 
 Johnny, fill up the bowl. 
 
 WAR DEMOCRATIC VIEW OF M CLELLAN S NOMINA 
 TION. 
 
 " He will immediately take steps to bring about a cessation of hostilities." 
 
 Chicago Platform. 
 Private Reilnj, solus: 
 
 Air: " Ould Ireland, you re my darling." 
 May I niver taste bite nor sup to-night, 
 
 But I joy to hear the story, 
 For the rebels ll catch in M Clellan their match, 
 
 An we ll soon have "payee" wid glory. 
 Such " steps" he will take as ll make . em awake 
 
 To a sinse of their situation, 
 An wid thrayson dead on a bloody bed, 
 
 Of the war we shall have " a cessation." 
 
 Chorus of soldiers: 
 
 Air: "Yankee Doodle." 
 
 That s the kind of talk for us, 
 
 That s the peace we covet 
 
 Treason dead on a bloody bed, 
 
 And our starry flag above it. 
 
 Private CfReilly, as before : 
 
 Little Mac s the man wid a wholesome plan 
 
 For an airly " payee" attainin ; 
 Wid threble might to purshue the fight, 
 
 Decisive thriumphs gainin . 
 We do hate an abhor every form o war 
 
 We but fight for conciliation, 
 An with thrayson dead on a bloody bed, 
 
 Of the war we shall have "a cessation." 
 
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 Chorus i>f tin/tin rs, us If fore; 
 
 That s tin- kind ..f talk for 08, 
 That s the peace \\r covet 
 Treason dead on a Moody Led. 
 
 And tlie -tar- and -tripe- ahove it. 
 
 Private O Ri /////. us l /;//, .- 
 
 Och ! the hour i- ni^h to -ee them fly 
 
 In wild confu-ion scattheivd. 
 From their broken lines an their inurdherin mines, 
 
 An their earthworks torn an latthered. 
 Will a fiery lirand in wan stout hand. 
 
 An an oliu-hranch in the other. 
 They will all come hack nndher " Little Mac," 
 
 An we ll ha\e an end o the hother. 
 
 Chorus of soldiers, as l>< / <,,< .- 
 
 That comes home to the Southern heart. 
 
 That s the way to strike it 
 The brand in hand if you Mill withstand, 
 
 The olive-liranch if" vou like it. 
 
 HURRA FOR ANDY .JOHNSON. 
 Air: " Ould Ireland, you re my jewel, sure." 
 
 Och. Andy, you re my jewel, shure, 
 
 For you our hearts are sighin ; 
 "I i- your thrue aim that lia <, .-, the jrame. 
 
 An MM the feathers flyin . 
 I- ull many a duck your .-hot has -thnick, 
 
 A-VIIII make your sportiif joiirnev, 
 I .ut OOIMtal l-eiNveen - -hure there never was seen 
 
 Such a clip jis you ^ave ,l<.lm I- orney. 
 < )eh. Andy dear, -oine people here, 
 
 The\ -a\ that your thrade \\a- a tailor -. 
 An t\\a- thi-. no |. . make- \<>u ^i\e, I guess, 
 
 Such tit- to them .Jao.hin rail- 
 Go OH, my hoy : our eounthrv - j..\ 
 
 I- at -take upon xour siicccedin ; 
 Let the .Jacnl.in- ra\e till ai<-h -u he\ -faced knave 
 
 I- choked up \\ id the \ennm he - ln-eedin . 
 ^ 011 are on the ri;Jit thrack to \\in fur u. haek 
 
 I- ur -hiii e Io\e i- a powerful ina-in-t 
 I he union of hand and of heart in the land, 
 
 \Vhidi the-e rii^iie- would tlii-an-ti\ \\ id a Imgnet. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 283 
 
 Och, Andy, dear, your friends are here, 
 
 Down far in the sowls o the people ; 
 An if we had our say, all who d bar your way 
 
 Faix ! they d swing from ould Thrinity s stheeple. 
 
 To bring back the states within our gates 
 
 As sisthers, we thought was our sole end.; 
 The Union, twas for that we bled in the war 
 
 Not to make o the l^outh a new Poland. 
 But now these rogues who do the collogues 
 
 In the iSinate from which the Lord save us ! 
 Shure they cry, it is said, that the Union is dead, 
 
 Just as loud as did ever Jeff Davis. 
 But, Andy, dear, while you are here, 
 
 Our Union no power can sever ; 
 An , despite all their clack, we shall soon have it back, 
 
 An the ould flag shall float forever. 
 
 THE ALDERMAN S GHOST. 
 
 BEING A SPIRITUAL MANIFESTATION FROM A MEMBER OF THE DEFUNCT 
 CORPORATION OF NEW YORK KNOWN IN LOCAL, HISTORY AS "THE FORTY 
 THIEVES." 
 
 Hurra for Judge Edmonds ! I have had 
 
 A mystical manifestation ; 
 I saw last night don t think me mad 
 
 A ghost from the Corporation. 
 It came to my room tis truth I tell 
 
 And rapped upon the table ; 
 Alive, it loved the table well, 
 
 And dead, as well as it s able. 
 
 Said I, while I felt each sinew heave, 
 
 And the dew on my forehead gather, 
 Is that the spirit of Mother Eve, 
 
 Or the ghost of a city father ? 
 The table stood up like a fighting-cock, 
 
 And danced with a glee satanic ; 
 It rapped with force of a thunder-shock, 
 
 "The spirit is aldermanic." 
 
 How did you die ? Come tell me smack 
 
 Was it eating turtle-soup, or 
 ATI overdose of the canvas-back? 
 
 I died of Peter Cooper ; 
 
The Poetical Worfa of 
 
 All overdose nf tin- canva-- too" 
 (Tin- -pirit a pun wa- -harp at); 
 
 The taMe here delirkNM grew. 
 
 And mlled o\er and over tin- carpet. 
 
 IIm- fare you now in the spirit-land? 
 
 An- \ou in lancholic or merry? 
 Have you gi.t any good fat johs on hand 
 
 A railroad or a terry? 
 "I find the -pirit- an - regular 1. ricks, 
 ^ Nor the place of fat jul.s barren ; 
 I ll sell the monopoly of the Stvx, 
 
 And oust the ferryman, ( haron." 
 
 IIa\e you got a li.hhy rin^ np in 
 
 ( )r are your liriNci ic- mental? 
 Is there any mayor in hi-< >trength to rise 
 
 \\ ith a veto transcemlental? 
 "I ta-te. a> ever I did. the sweets 
 
 Of jol>s the most nefariou- : 
 And I mean to appoint to cleanse tke streets 
 
 A mystical Arcularius." 
 
 God help the spirits, then. I cried 
 
 Is there no one to piard or care em? 
 If one were to think of suicide, 
 
 Such a thought as this would scare him; 
 For. liad as it is on earth below 
 
 And it make- our heart-strings quiver 
 .lu-t think of an aldennanic woe 
 
 InHicted up there forever. 
 
 NEBRASKA AND KANSAS. 
 
 Air: " A toa, my darling, you knoicyou know." 
 
 The Aralis are happy no doiiM, no doubt 
 
 The A ralK are happy and \\ hv ? 
 It ain t that they -camper aUuf. al.out, 
 
 .Iii-t a- tree a- the cLmd- in the -kv. 
 Ti> he< auM- tliey aiu t worried. an<l M urricd. and hurried 
 
 With crie- of Neln-a-ka"aiid " Kan-:i- ;" 
 T!n-y lie under palm tree-, enjoying ,). | l;1 ] m l, ri , CZCf 
 
 And sin^ the M -\\r,-t moon" in >ue.-t -tan/a-. 
 
 Icelander- are happy no doiiht. no doubt 
 
 Icelander- are happy and \\ hv ? 
 It ain t that for train oil they -limit, they -hoiit, 
 
 And snug in their MIOW ho\d- lie. 
 
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 Tis because that " Nebraska" (to rhyme that s a task, ah ! 
 
 But else I must tear up my stanzas) 
 Has never perplexed them, and wofully vexed them, 
 
 Nor care they a seal-skin for " Kansas." 
 
 The Fejees are happy no doubt, no doubt 
 
 The Fejees are happy and why ? 
 Taint because our friend Kimball, with tabret and cymbal, 
 
 Exalted their mermaid on high ; 
 Tis because (every man says) "Nebraska" and " Kansas" 
 
 Don t frighten them out of their lives ; 
 They have dwellings of coral, and (wise men and moral) 
 
 They sport with their salmon-tailed wives. 
 
 But we are unhappy no doubt, no doubt 
 
 But we are most wretched and why ? 
 Tis because we are deafened, and crippled, and spavined 
 With buncombe, and bosh, and " my eye." 
 We offer a passage, a horse, and an ass each, 
 
 To these Quixotes and sleek Sancho Panzas 
 Who share our communion, yet tilt at the Union, 
 
 If they ll put for " Nebraska" and " Kansas." 
 
 BOB SMITH, OF FULTON STREET. 
 
 A BALLA1) OF RECONSTRUCTION AND REHABILITATION. 
 
 Hail, Bobbie Smith, mine ancient friend, 
 
 My harp hath sung your matchless garments 
 Long years before I southward went 
 
 To fight them. cussed secession varmints. 
 You re on the square, my bully Bob, 
 
 Your honest faith no traffic smothers, 
 And, when I want a clothing job, 
 
 I ll deal with you before all others. 
 
 I like you, Bob. Your clothes I find 
 
 Just like your friendship warm and lasting ; 
 No mean thought ever crossed your mind, 
 
 Its shadow on your actions casting. 
 One price you ask small profit sought 
 
 And men must give the price or leave it ; 
 I write of you my honest thought, 
 
 And those who read had best believe it. 
 
 Go in, my Bob, and make and sell 
 
 Your clothes till covering all creation ; 
 
 The friends who know you love you well, 
 And you have friends throughout the nation. 
 
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 Deal with our erring brethren South 
 
 Kindly and well- for still they re <-rank\ 
 
 And put this saying in their month 
 "At least there is one honest Yankee." 
 
 THE CRY IS MAC, MY DAKL1N . 
 
 Air: "OA, TO// ,Vwro Creina, dear." 
 .y darlin , proud I am 
 To hear that you ve been nominated; 
 I.a-t \ve met at Antietam, 
 
 Where you tlie rebel might abated; 
 
 In the Se\en Day- tight I -loud 
 
 I5e-ide you on the hill- an meadows, 
 And while our bra\e boy- poured their blood, 
 We know your heart was throbbiif \\ id u>. 
 Oh. my captain, dear an thriie, 
 
 Tlu- couard tongues that would ignore you 
 Are I), IM> as fal.-e thank Heaven the\ 
 Your -oldier.- thrust you an adore \ou. 
 
 Abe may crack hi- jolk joke< 
 
 O er bloody field* ofithricken battle, 
 
 While yet the el, bin lite-tide shmoke, 
 
 l- rom men that die like butchered cattle; 
 lie, ere yet the guns grow mid. 
 
 To pimp- an" pets may crack his stories 
 Your name is of the grander mould. 
 And linked wid all our brightest glorie-. 
 Oh. my general. lu\,-l an" thrue, 
 
 The lyin tongue- that would defame you 
 An- ba-e a- laUe- thank He:i\en the\- iv feV !- 
 For as our cho-en chief \\e claim \ou. 
 
 They siy- thcM- dug* of curri-h heart, 
 Who never h.-ard a Minie \\hi>tle 
 Y<.u il h-t tli.- 1 nioii drift apart 
 
 Like down-flak"- from a -hjiki-n thi.-tlc; 
 They >a\. i.li c:ipt:tiu but the WOfdl 
 
 Stick in our throats we can t adju-t em 
 I5ut lift to hea\en our dinted -\\ord<. 
 
 An an-\\er only thi<. " Wi- thru-t him." 
 ^ -. oh friend of right, u 1 la\v-. 
 
 I)e-pitc the -ne.-r- ot f.iol or craven, 
 Where heart- b<-at high-t f..r the caii-e. 
 
 You have your home, your .-hrine. and haven. 
 
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 Wid patient toil an pityin breast 
 
 You sought your soldiers blood to threasure. 
 Nor ever tried the cruel test 
 
 How much we could endure to measure. 
 They feared you, for they saw our love ; 
 
 To win success they would not let you ; 
 But while the white stars shine above, 
 The boys you led will ne er forget you. 
 Yes, our captain, prized an thrue, 
 
 Desert you we would perish rather ; 
 Thank Heaven the hearts are not a few 
 That call you brother, friend, and father. 
 
 THERE S NO SUCH WORD AS FAIL, BOYS. 
 
 BY ONE OF THE RANK AND FILE. 
 
 Air: "The low-backed car." 
 M Dowell s day is over 
 
 A true and gallant man, 
 With a heart as big as a bullock s heart, 
 
 But wanting a head to plan. 
 Now brighter hours are dawning, 
 
 And brighter hopes we hail, 
 For with young M Clellan to lead our lines, 
 There s no such word as fail 
 
 There s no such word as fail, boys 
 There s no such word as fail ; 
 For with young M Clellan to lead our lines, 
 There s no such word as fail. 
 
 No fault against M Dowell, 
 
 No blame have we to urge, 
 lie wasn t a red-tape martinet, 
 
 That soldiers pest and scourge. 
 Warm-hearted was M Dowell, 
 
 His courage proof of mail, 
 But he did belong to that luckless class 
 Who do know how to fail 
 
 Who do know how to fail, boys, 
 As witness all our men, 
 But with young M Clellan to leau our lines. 
 We ll try the game again. 
 
 Virginia s western counties 
 
 Resound M Clellan s name, 
 Philippi, Grafton, Romney. are 
 
 The first-fruits of his fame. 
 
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 And soon the luri<l li;ili> 
 
 Of tin- ivhi-l fiaK -hall pale. 
 
 For M ( lcll.ui lielon;:- t<> tin- diosen class 
 Who don t know lio\v to tail- 
 
 Who don t know how to tail. l>o\-. 
 
 Who won t know how to fail 
 Who couldn t In- taught, at whate\cr price, 
 
 The will or the way to fail. 
 
 urnish up your weapon-, hoys, 
 And keep vour powder drv. 
 r>nll linn will have done n- a deal nf good 
 When next the game, we try. 
 
 < >ne fair, xjiiaiv chance Imt gi\e n-, boys, 
 
 And you ll MM- the rel.el- quail. 
 For our leader i^ now nf the chosen class 
 Who don t know how to tail 
 
 Who don t know how to fail, hoys, 
 Who won t know how to fail, 
 And who can not he taught, at \\hatevcrprice, 
 The will or the way to fail. 
 
 LIVE-OAK GEORGE. 
 
 Here s to the man who of hirth never 
 Who has girdled with commerce our >ea- and our coa-t-, 
 On whose tia# the old sun never rea-e> to shine, 
 From the ea-t to the \\e-t. from the pole to the line. 
 Li \e-oak ( ieorge, 
 Lhe-nak ( Jeoi 
 ll - ll make the politician^ 
 All their >].oi 
 
 He ne er to the mean arts of toadying flew. 
 He kept him-elf clear of the cancii^iiiK crew 
 l. died on hi> worth and the will he had -hown. 
 That American* Mill -honld America own. 
 
 I.i\e-nak ( , ..... -^ { >, 
 I.i\e oak ( ieorge, 
 
 lie -ooii \ill make the (ialjihin crew 
 Their spoil- di-^orge. 
 
 When poor, and a l.o\. he came into our town. 
 
 The Alhanv K e^Tiics ti ainpled Us down : 
 
 Hut the old fo;r\ txraiit- ha\e now to K\\V wa\ 
 
 To the kin>; of the steam-hoat> the man of the day. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 
 
 Live-oak George, 
 
 Live-oak George, 
 Tis he will make the harpy crew 
 Their gains disgorge. 
 
 He sought for no place and he courted no clique 
 If him they desired, it was their place to seek 
 It was stanch Pennsylvania the first that did draw 
 Her sword from the scabbard for honest George Law. 
 .Live-oak George, 
 Live-oak George, 
 Tis he will make old parties 
 All their gains disgorge. 
 
 But others have followed, and others will come, 
 Like soldiers to roll-call of fife and of drum ; 
 For the man that among us most voters can draw, 
 Oh ! who should he be but our Live-oak George Law ? 
 Live-oak George, 
 Live-oak George, 
 
 He ll make some foreign monarchs 
 All their pride disgorge. 
 
 Then bumj>ers around to the man of the day 
 The " grip" and the " word," and let fate have its way ; 
 All true men around the proud standard will draw, 
 Which, in famed fifty-six, bears the name of George Law. 
 Live-oak George, 
 Live-oak George, 
 Like one of his own clippers, 
 Into port he ll surge. 
 
 Then here s to the man who has made himself all 
 That wealthy, respected, and honored we call ; 
 Too long, under soldiers and lawyers, we saw 
 Our country degraded we ll now try George Law. 
 Live-oak George, 
 Live-oak George, 
 
 Tis he will make the Gnlphin crew 
 Their gains disgorge. 
 
 SONG OF THE NATIONAL DEMOCRACY. 4 ^ 
 
 To the Albany chiefs the War Democrats spoke. 
 Ere you play the old game, there are slates to be broke ; 
 Your words are all right if they only were true, 
 Hut beneath the war ling vou ve a Copperhead crew. 
 
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 So till up th- cup. he it brandy or bier, 
 Ke-urrect the war hatchet and -harpen the -pear ; 
 In No\ ember we ll have an almighty lii.ir row, 
 And tn Copperhead doctrines lie --well, it \\e bow. 
 
 Richmond his -tomach may pat, and tiny pinch 
 1 1 is jolly red n<e till it lengthen- an inch; 
 Hut he can t in ike us think hi- profe--ions are true 
 While lie -ail- hi- \var -hip with a ( opperhead crew. 
 So till up the cup. whi-ky. claret, or bier, 
 Kc-iirrect the war-hatchet and -harpen the -pear: 
 There are braves on the war-path prepared for a row, 
 And to lireckinridge doctrines he well, if we bow. 
 
 The hold Pete de digger, with mystery big, 
 
 May adju-t each -tray hair in hi- aniber-hiied uiir, 
 Hut hi- arts, though potential. art well understood 
 It hi- platform he hoiie-t. \vhv runs he with Wood? 
 So till up the cup- things look certainly queer 
 Re-urrect the war-hatchet and sharpen the -pear: 
 With the lord- of the "( Vntral" we re in for a row. 
 And to Richmond and ( agger be well, if we bow. 
 
 To the tenets of Douglas we tenderly cling, 
 
 Warm heart- to the can-e of our country we bring; 
 To the Hag we are pledged- all it- foe- \\ e abhor 
 And \\e ain t for the "nigger," but are for the war. 
 So till up the cup pleasant tipple i- bier 
 l;--urrect the \\ar-hatchet and -harpen the -pear : 
 With the Albany chiefs we are in for a row. 
 And their sceptre we ll break, or their head- they -liali bow 
 
 It may -nit the -ub-er\ ient old War Ibnv-e to -ay 
 Me i- " willing to follow \\ here IVte lend- the way ;" 
 That, with gavet\. he a- blank paper will \ield 
 Ilim-elf to the power \\hich the Kegeiicy \\ield. 
 
 Oh. -o ^,eat doth your gayety. I ur.ly. appear, 
 
 That \\e drink your good health in a bumper of bier ; 
 
 And after .\n\i-mbei- - -late -ma-hiiig grand row. 
 
 We ll, with ga\ety. makt \ oil our \.-r\ be-t bow. 
 
 Such thing- do for -ome folks, but don t do for us, 
 Who f,,r 1 nn n. ( Jigger, < a-nd\. don t care a OHM : 
 To the (lag uc are pledged all it- foe- we abhor 
 And tir-t. la-t. all the time, we are in for the war. 
 ;dl up the cup- healthy drinking i< bier 
 
 I, -iirrecf the war-a\e and -harpen the -pear; 
 
 In the Wij/wam. n--\t April, all faction^ we ll liu-h. 
 
 And f"r new m. MI to lead we ll ^o in with a ru>h. 
 
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 The platform of Logan, Grant, Gillmore, and Dix 
 
 Is better than any that managers fix : 
 
 " Our flag in its glory ! our Union restored, 
 
 And, till treason cries quarter, no sheath to the sword !" 
 So fill up the cup Avith much better than bier, 
 The big spring is bubbling, its waters are clear 
 Democracy s fountain and thus at its brink, 
 " To the memory of Douglas" with bowed heads we drink. 
 
 A DEMOCRATIC RM.LY. 
 
 Bring forth the ancient standards, the old time faith renew, 
 March all and march together, brothers tried and ever true ; 
 Fall in and take your places, call the roll, and let us hear 
 Who are for us, who against us, in the strife that draws anear. 
 Now Treason stands with bloody hands, 
 
 Her long-worn mask discarded, 
 And we are they by whom to-day 
 The Union must be guarded. 
 
 Forget all pas*t dissensions in the greatness of the hour ; 
 For Union let the Empire State send forth a voice of power ; 
 When villains league to do a wrong, let the true combine for right, 
 And we ll soon choke out the mutiny which traitors would incite. 
 Revealed, opposed, their plot disclosed, 
 
 Treason shall sink confounded ; 
 No servile strife, with torch and knife, 
 Shall through our land be hounded. 
 
 Oh, brothers, rally to the flag, for ours the glorious mission, 
 True to the bond that Jackson sealed to banish all division ; 
 A common fame, a common name, a common good to cherish, 
 These are the rights which freemen claim content for these to perish. 
 No frantic hordes with reeking swords 
 
 Our sister states shall plunder ; 
 And they whose thought first hatched the plot, 
 Its wreck let them lie under. 
 
 Come all who love our fatherland, and reverence each name 
 Shouted from Freedom s hill-tops in the morning of our fame ; 
 On Treason let the Empire State be first to place a brand, 
 Ami foremost of all cities let the Empire City stand. 
 Let all combine who will not join 
 
 In treason s foul communion, 
 
 And let our shout ring boldly out 
 
 For nationhood and Union. 
 
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 Tlii- good ami great ( if every .-tate \\ill hail our restoration.. 
 
 ! k once more shall take her jilace as vanguard of the nation ; 
 Kast. West, ami South a thrill, a cheer, our victor war-cry pealing, 
 Shall rouse again in all true men the old i line s holy feeling. 
 Our ship of state will ride eLite, 
 
 In I nion < harbor anchored. 
 
 Ami future days .-hall live to ]>rai-e i 
 
 The peace New York hath conquered. 
 
 SENATOR TOM ON CLAMS. 49 
 
 From the cool bosom of the sand, 
 
 Washed by the flood and ebbing tide, 
 Tlie-<- -.ivory bivalve- come to hand, 
 
 And form the theme of Develin s pride. 
 More sweet than venison s roasted haunch, 
 
 Or birds of paradise stewed with yams, 
 Are these rare bivalves of Long Branch 
 
 This precious breed of Develin s clams. 
 
 The-e female elain-. from sand and foam, 
 
 Ki-e up e\emplar> to our life ; 
 For they are always found at home, 
 
 A- i-hould be each domestic wife. 
 No bills for dry goods do they launch, 
 
 Nor dianiond> whether true or shams 
 The-e prudent bivalve.- of Long Branch 
 
 These rarely prudent Develin clams. 
 
 Seldom, if ever, do thev talk : 
 
 Their mouth- with maiden pride they close; 
 Nor ever in the moonlight walk 
 
 Too lung and late \\iih clammy beau.-. 
 Their love is pure, their heart- are -tanch, 
 
 They are ju-t a- innocent a- lambs 
 Th--e coy, young b nahe- of Long Branch 
 
 This precious breed of De\ din s dam-. 
 
 No crinoline en-hroiids their limb-. 
 
 Nor penciled |a-h. nor paint s endeavor, 
 But each in the pure \\ater -u ini-. 
 
 "A thing of beauty and jov forever." 
 Thcv ne\er ijiiil their native randie. 
 
 Hotel- ofeo-t in Mimmer wooing 
 Tin - patient bivalves of Long Branch. 
 
 They live in bli-.-, and die in stewing. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 
 
 No " rats" or "mice" are in their beard, 
 
 They never like promiscuous gadding, 
 And in their plumpness, who has heard 
 
 Of any "artificial padding?" 
 Their simple souls no fear can blanch, 
 
 They envy not their prettier neighbors 
 These simple bivalves of Long Branch, 
 
 Whose bake now claims our Develin s labors. 
 
 To Weed, whose pen with bolder lines 
 
 Our lady-elams can paint more truly, 
 My feebler pen the task resigns 
 
 Of picturing all their virtues fully. 
 To him yet vigorous, fresh, and stanch, 
 
 Sound in the chest, and head, and hams, 
 I leave these bivalves of Long Branch 
 
 This dear sweet brood of Develin s clams. 
 
 SENATOR GWIN TO BUCHANAN. 
 
 Air: "When first I knew tJiee, warm and young." 
 
 When first I knew thee, gray and old, 
 
 Such treachery gleamed about thee 
 So heartless wert thou, and so cold, 
 That instinct bade me doubt thee. 
 I knew thee false in every trait, 
 
 A vain and cruel master, 
 But hoped that bonds of common hate 
 To me would tie thee faster. 
 But go, deceiver, go, 
 
 No tears my grave may water 
 Like those which ever flow 
 
 O er Broderick s bed of slaughter. 
 
 When every tongue to freedom born 
 
 Denounced thy party treason, 
 I found in this prevailing scorn 
 
 For faith in thee fresh reason 
 * He must be true, for all are foes 
 
 Except the slaves of custom ; 
 The leper with the leprous goes, 
 And therefore we may trust him." 
 But go, deceiver, go, 
 
 Bright and Fitch will leave thee later, 
 And Bigler, with despairing throe. 
 Confess he served a traitor. 
 
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 And yet. .1. I ... tin- time i> near 
 
 When e\en Slidell shall leave thee; 
 AIM! l>a\i-. >ci/ed with gha.-tly fear, 
 
 r | n death ami ruin hea\e thee: 
 Mi--onri (ireene >hall kick thee down, 
 
 l .a\anl thy bones will hatter. 
 And puffs tVnin Constitution IJmwne 
 Will lo>e their )Mi\\er to llatt.-r. 
 But go, tis vain to cur-e. 
 
 And \\eakne-- to uphraid thee, 
 Hate can m>t \\i^h thee \vorse 
 
 Than Hhu-k Loe.nnj.ton made thee. 
 Even now. though still some months are left 
 
 For JMihlie [pay and Inuity. 
 Thy miniiiiis, of all pride bereft, 
 
 Yet scorn their abject duty. 
 AugiMii- N-hell, that verie-t >lave 
 
 < (t all the >la\e- beneath ymi. 
 \\i\\ throw mi tln\\er upon your grave 
 With naught hut cur>e- wreathe you. 
 But go; the ta-k \\a^ thine 
 Our land to rend asunder ; 
 And many a vote of mine 
 
 You bought for so much plunder. 
 
 Even Breckinridge, who on bent knee 
 
 Thy favor now importunes, 
 Shall . -ur>e the day he linked with thee 
 
 Hi- er-t while lucky fortune-. 
 And on our country s record-page 
 
 Th\ name, in -carlet Int. 
 Shall gli-ten to the latent age, 
 With Arnold s linked in fetters. 
 But go, thou poor old man ; 
 
 I i- Heaven from ruin kept her; 
 And now, beneath thy country s ban. 
 Ke.sign her sullied sceptre. 
 
 THE M:VENTII TO JOHN OOCHBANE 
 
 pt, oh prince of phniM < round, 
 Thi- token of e-tei-m profound 
 
 I- rom tho-e \nii made your care 
 From tlio-e to whom, with generous hand, 
 In words that made each heart expand, 
 
 You tendered " princely fare." 
 
Charles Graham Nalpine* 
 
 High was the summons, great the need, 
 And splendid the reward decreed 
 
 To all so said your pen 
 Who d share the task of rendering praise 
 To Washington, and those " stern days 
 
 Which tried the souls of men." 
 
 Those dreary days of gloom and want, 
 Discomfort plenty, rations scant, 
 
 Long marches, and hard fighting 
 Your splendid art recalled the whole, 
 And verily you tried each soul 
 
 With hunger sharp and biting. 
 
 Knee-deep in mud, no welcome given, 
 Drenched with the frozen sleet of heaven, 
 
 No roof no tent provided ; 
 No drop to drink no food to eat 
 Shivering and starving in the street, 
 
 Cold, hungry, and derided. 
 
 As thus we slept upon our arms, 
 Thinking of home s deserted charms 
 
 The comforts vanished from us 
 There rose before each grateful mind, 
 With sweetest memories entwined, 
 
 Your highly "princely promise." 
 
 And then we vowed, in whispers low, 
 Some fitting presents to bestow 
 
 (You re cute, but we ll be cuter) 
 These slop-bowls, tea and coffee kettles 
 This set of plate our debt half settles, 
 Cast in the most appropriate metals 
 
 Of nickel, brass^ and pewter. 
 
 So take them, Cochrane, and you ll find 
 In this tall coffee-pot enshrined 
 
 Promotion coming faster : 
 A testimonial which repeats 
 That the great Lodge of Healthy Beats 
 The Clean, the Dead, Past Grands, and Sweets- 
 Admiring your astounding feats, 
 Without once rising from their seats 
 On the first ballot the first choice 
 Without even one dissenting voice 
 
 Have voted vou Grand Master. 
 
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 GRAND ROUT OF THE NAINUJS. 
 
 B Ml STATION OK TIIK II.IA1 IIY AN"IIIi;: II AND. 8KKMON8 AND BODA-WATKn 
 
 M I I I I . 
 
 Time Early morning. Scene I m / /Hi A rcnue HotfL Cirjar- 
 
 ttKni i ximpagne I*,- imt-Sulit,,,., "jnmit- 
 
 m uroim, 1. l-:,,t,,-tl,, ,-tij>tuiii ,,/(/ in,,,-, uunt i/-//// a 
 fie surveys the room <i// 
 
 Oh. the n;il).ls came dou 11 like the wolf mi the fold, 
 Aiul tlu-ir n<i-e> \\ere purple. their shirt--tud> were gold 
 III political lite e\ery 111:111 >tn>\e to -hihc, 
 Ami the liquor they quailed it was Ver/enay wine. 
 
 Like young sprouts of a-paragn-. -appv and green, 
 At the Kxerett. a iimiitli since, the-e nabobs were seen; 
 Hut. like t ro^tl.itteii pumpkins, all wilted and l.luc, 
 They now turn up their toes in the Fifth Ave-noo. 
 
 For St. Tammany s trumpet amu-ed a jrn-at h"-t. 
 And the spirit <>t manlmod rehelled at their Ip.m^t : 
 Mere tnad-tm.ls ot lucre, the growth of a ni^ht. 
 These nabobs have wilted heneath the dawn s light. 
 
 Here lie Sam and Cisco with m.-triN all wide 
 No more with the nabobs allowed to abide; 
 And. wearied from hushing at all that has been, 
 Lo! here sleeps the red bearded Indian serene. 
 
 And Baldwin, the polyuo^ pale-f.H-e. lies there; 
 And l- urre-t, all \\ithetcd in wintry de-|.air; 
 And Ciileman- the-e three, stitf a- icirh-s lie. 
 With a very big Ver/.enay drojijn each eye. 
 
 And the spirits ofNYolfe weak and slnggishlv llo\v, 
 While that ri -olnte gentleniiin. Sammy I arlow 
 (A jolly good fell- >w the harder hi- l..t . 
 
 eternally a-kiii^ i.f Sherman "Watts what?" 
 
 Now pme all the golden delijJiN of their dream. 
 And \ainly may bnblili- the \ er/enay -tream: 
 Fr \\ith lieada.-he and nan-ea. auakenin^ in ha-te, 
 li but tiniU in his month a green coppery ta-te. 
 
 And in vain to rekindle their hope- and their li\- > 
 Are political c,,-ktail- commingled b\ I\e- : 
 Though the Herald ha- bitter- and \Volte ( ,|]er- gin, 
 I \\a- too d<-cp for their cure to 
 
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 Oh, bitter the wails in all boudoirs select 
 For the mighty fine hopes in their enterprise wrecked ; 
 And at Washington many the shrugs and ahems 
 At the brittle success of our "national gems." 
 
 For " national men" in the true sense were they, 
 
 No local affinities hampered their sway ; 
 
 And "gems" were they also sharp, brilliant, and nice, 
 
 Though, as Phelps will declare, " not at all beyond price. 
 
 Now the prospects of Dix they have all gone to grass, 
 And Ike Townsend insists he be written an ass ; 
 Scoffers leer when they talk of the mammonite squad, 
 And the Verzenay movement is stiff as a clod. 
 
 For control of the movement its starters may whistle, 
 The Verzenay nabobs have fizzed their last fizzle ; 
 Extinguish the lights, fold their hands, close their eyes 
 Unregarded it lived, and uncared for it dies. 
 
 WHO KILLED THE NABOBS? 
 
 Oh, who killed the nabobs ? 
 
 " Twas I," said the Leader ; 
 
 "You may count me the pleader 
 Whose words killed the nabobs " 
 
 And this, gentle reader, 
 
 This sheet is the Leader. 
 
 Who first raised the nabobs ? 
 
 Twas Sam, Wolfe, and Cisco, 
 
 All jolly and brisk, oh ! 
 Twas they raised the nabobs, 
 
 Who now lie as solemn 
 
 And flat as this column. 
 
 To whom gave they trouble ? 
 
 " Oh, to me," says the Herald ; 
 
 "My lungs I imperiled 
 Inflating their bubble ; 
 
 Twas a stiff operation 
 
 Each morning s inflation." 
 
 For whom did they do this ? 
 
 "Oh, for Sam, Wolfe, and Cisco, 
 
 All jolly and brisk, oh ! 
 Who yet have to rue this, 
 
 And a fourth man, quiescent, 
 
 Who by proxies was present." 
 
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 What >hn>ud will best suit them? 
 
 < )li p-hawTcry the ma- 
 
 11 They are hut dead MMI : 
 ,Ju-t bundle ami bout tin-in : 
 
 Collap-ed, and in flat 
 
 They ll lit in a hat COM." 
 
 And tlu-ir uravr? " None i* needed j 
 Lock thnn up with a -ernion 
 In the -ate of Watt s Sherman, 
 
 And leuve them unheeded ; 
 \\ .- an- -irk of the trouble 
 And fii c.t thi> bubble." 
 
 Now who ll ti.li the bell ? 
 
 "I ll do it." -aid I .aldwin, 
 
 " If properly called on, 
 I ll toll it out \sell 
 
 My la-t act of devotion 
 
 To dead hopes of promotion." 
 
 And who for the nabobs 
 
 A lirad-t<>ne can carve US? 
 " I ll do it," said Jarvi>. 
 * Hie jaret the uahol)s ; 
 The stereot\ pril model 
 
 t in twaddle." 
 
 Who ll bury the fellow- ? 
 " Oh I," an-wered Ives 
 11 I. the friend of their lives 
 
 Their inflater their bellows; 
 Let me, late their teacher, 
 In death lie their preacher." 
 
 Who ll k ive the re-pon-e- ? 
 
 " I ll do it." crie- Leary, 
 
 Hri-k. jo\ ial. and ch- 
 11 I ll ^ i\e the re-pmi 
 
 I am knee-deep in clo\er 
 
 Since their ti/./.le i- over." 
 
 Who ll turn undertaker? 
 
 " I ll do it." - :l i,l Colemnn, 
 
 A di-mal I. nt droll man. 
 11 I ll play mute and \\aker ; 
 
 Hill, to keep the wake fi i-ky, 
 
 (ii\e me -mitl . pipe-, and \\hisky. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 
 
 EPITAPH. 
 
 They lived a world s wonder 
 
 Of folly and weakness ; 
 
 But, whipped into meekness, 
 They caved and went under. 
 
 Their Verzenay bubbled, 
 
 Their poor brains grew muddled ; 
 
 Their pamphlet a fizzle, 
 
 Their rallies a mizzle ; 
 
 Their funds a delusion, 
 
 Their plans all confusion ; 
 
 No friends to abet them, 
 
 No friends to regret them ; 
 
 Neglected and scouted, 
 
 Pasquinaded and flouted ; 
 
 With golden pretensions 
 
 Of shrunken dimensions, 
 
 And headache and sickness 
 
 Oh, blame not the quickness 
 
 With which just as fast as Jack Robinson whistled 
 The Verzenay- Vigilant Fizzlers have fizzled." 
 
 THE RING-STAMP FATAL. 
 
 Just stay where you are you had betther far, 
 
 Than attimpt to breast the tornado 
 Which the Ring chiefs know is to lay them low, 
 
 Despite all their false bravado. 
 The storm s on the wing, an aich craft o the Ring 
 
 Will find it a roarer an wrecker ; 
 While to victhory sails, undher favorin gales, 
 
 The popilar ship John Hecker. 
 Just so sure as you re born, "a receipt for the corn" 
 
 Next election the Ring will be findin , 
 And wid Becker s strong will in conthrol of our mill- 
 
 Faix ! we ll do some almighty grindin . 
 
 THE NIGHT RIDE OF ANCIENT ABE. 
 
 Not a drum was heard, not a party cry 
 We were all most terribly flurried, 
 
 As, with kindling horror in heart and eye, 
 Old Abe to the rail-cars we hurried. 
 
The Poetical I! ,,,-/ * of 
 
 Wr hurried him (jiiickly. nt dead of ni^ht. 
 
 A di-;rui-e o er his Ion;; limits throwing. 
 Hy the >rriijrilinr monnheam - mi-ry 
 
 And :i hiillVeu diml 
 
 No nadea iK-LT -iMit or pomp we had, 
 
 B;it \\i-h Simmer s cloak around him. 
 Ainl caniiN Hm Cameron .; c ;1 ]i of plaid. 
 l > put thron-li in tlic- dark \u- hound liim. 
 
 Tew and -liort were the \vnnN he sni.l. 
 
 A- \\e looked in hi- lace <.t .-irro\v. 
 Jliit sa.lly \ve thought of the r,n- to be made 
 
 In the Herald and Times of the morrow. 
 
 We thought, as we jostled him into the .-ar 
 
 Without either cheer or ovation, 
 What a lau^h there would he when the news spread afar 
 
 Of tiM Kail-splitter s jiv<-a>--ination. 
 
 the train, and the hero was off, 
 each I lii^-l irly M-ntrv ; 
 Hut, Lord! how the healhen will outlaw and scoff 
 At this new kind of " national entry." 
 
 (Jayly the Post of the plot may make light, 
 
 And talk of the "Tooley St reet tailor-." 
 Jliit. Mindly in.xfjilled in the mansion of \\hite, 
 The Kail-splitter laughs nt all railers. 
 
 THE ANVIKNT ABE. 
 Air: "The Shan Van Vocht." 
 
 * Let n- up and do or die." 
 
 Sa\ - the ancient Al>e : 
 " Let us up and do or die." 
 
 Bayi old Ai.e: 
 
 " We \\ill rear our hanner hi^h 
 A- the -tar- are in the -ky. 
 And our eiiemie- -hall tiv." 
 the ancient Al.e. 
 
 Then to Wavhin^ton he (lew, 
 Did the ancient Al-e 
 
 Then to Washington he Hew, 
 
 Did ..1,1 Ahe; 
 
Charles Graham, Halpine. 301 
 
 And he swore by black and blue 
 All seceders to "put through," 
 And the forts to man anew, 
 Did the ancient Abe. 
 
 Has he kept his solemn vow, 
 
 Has the ancient Abe ? 
 Has he kept his solemn vow, 
 
 Has old Abe? 
 
 By the Lord ! we see him bow 
 At the shadow of a row 
 Tis an ugly case of " cow" 
 
 With the ancient Abe. 
 
 For without a cannon fired 
 
 By the ancient Abe 
 Not a gun or cracker fired 
 
 By old Abe- 
 He has peacefully retired, 
 Granting all the South desired, 
 Sinking down as it aspired, 
 
 Has the ancient Abe. 
 
 "Major Anderson s to blame," 
 
 Cries the ancient Abe ; 
 " It is he that is to blame," 
 
 Says old ,Abe ; 
 And thus to hide the shame 
 Of a heart that is not "game," 
 He befouls that honored name, 
 Does the ancient Abe. 
 
 Oh, f;iends, we ve had enough 
 
 Of this ancient Abe 
 Much more than was enough 
 
 Of old Abe; 
 
 He is made cf such weak stuff, 
 The South beats his game of bluff, 
 And I fear they ll ride him rough 
 
 Ride the ancient Abe. 
 
 Let us watch, and wait, and pray 
 
 For the ancient Abe 
 For our country let us pray, 
 
 And for Abe ; 
 Let us help him if we may, 
 When he falters on the way, 
 Guide him back when gone astraj* 
 Poor bewildered Abe. 
 
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 ! ] though all tin- -adde-t fate- 
 
 Link \\ith ancient \\ye 
 All the most de-pairing talc- 
 
 Link u ith A le 
 lie i- captain in the 
 Of the-e -rand l niti-,1 
 And inii-f In- till time abates 
 
 Ilaplc.s.s ancient Alie. 
 
 Let us therefore. though w 
 
 Under ancient A lie 
 Though we writhe, and groan, and >i|uirnj 
 
 I nder Abe 
 
 Let n- all >tand true and firm, 
 Of liis courage nnr>e the 
 And in patien. e licar the t 
 
 Of the ancient Ahe. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA. 
 
 ^rr ; " The Hunters of Kentucky.* 
 In politics a fear intense 
 
 Ha- M-i/.e-d on friend and foe, sir; 
 The favorite seat is on the fence. 
 
 The favorite word, " Lie low. -ir : 
 Our pea I.eneath the thiinhles keep. 
 
 Not telling where it links," 
 And the cr\ i-. "See l.dnre vmi leaji 
 
 HD\\ riiilalelpliia \\ork- ." 
 
 I- or it < all a pmlilein. 
 
 I i- all a 
 How Philadelphia work- 
 
 The Jolinson men pretend to feel 
 
 The <;ame i- their- alone. -Jr. 
 While the Kails" proclaim the winning dea 
 I- -afely made their own. -ir. 
 
 Lord ( Jreelex ~ f. : , r j- full office. 
 
 While Ka\mond -i.iiirm- and -hirk-. 
 And the prudent ones crv, " \\"ait and -,., 
 How Philadelphia \\ork-." 
 
 For liere i- the problem. 
 Pro), prob-problcm 
 A mixed and curious problem 
 ilou Philadelphia \\o|-k>. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 303 
 
 The Blairs, who pull the wires and threads, 
 
 Have plunged into the business 
 With a zeal which gives to cooler heads 
 
 A sort of swimming dizziness. 
 They have seized the boat from stem to stern, 
 
 And are fighting it like Turks, 
 While the older hands stand back to learn 
 How Philadelphia works. 
 
 For a ticklish problem, 
 Prob-prob-problem, 
 Twould be for any one to gness 
 How Philadelphia works. 
 
 Has Johnson nerve to make the fight 
 
 A fight to the bitter end, sir ? 
 Has he the pluck his foes to smite, 
 
 And foster every friend, sir ? 
 If he have, his star may yet arise 
 
 O er the Radical glooms and murks, 
 And a child may tell with a glance of the eyes 
 How Philadelphia works. 
 
 For this is the true problem, 
 Prob-prob-problem 
 The kernel of the problem 
 How Philadelphia works. 
 
 But if he let the Copperheads guide, 
 
 And keep S eward as chief in office, 
 And hold in their seats of power and pride 
 
 The fanatic knaves who scoff us, 
 Then riddled will be his official cloak 
 
 With Radical knives and dirks, 
 And none need ask save by way of a joke 
 How Philadelphia works. 
 
 For this is the problem, 
 Prob - prob-problem 
 The body and boots of the problem 
 How Philadelphia works. 
 
 THE NEW "SPIKE" FOR POLITICAL GUNS. 50 
 
 Air: "VittiktoiK and his Dinah." 
 When a gun opens sharp on the Tammany crew, 
 And they don t know, to save them, what next they shall do, 
 Straight for Taylor (Fort Gansevoort, James B.) they will striK.t 
 And they use his big body in place of a "spike," 
 
 Singing tooral-li-ooral, etc. 
 
304 
 
 Oh Taylor. dear Taylor, thon henchman of Weed, 
 A i-t u>. thy partners, in tlii- hour of need ; 
 ! . Kaymond repair, and to (Jreeley make moan, 
 And command them to let your co-workers alone. 
 
 Singing tooral-li-ooral, etc. 
 
 Make (ireeley forget how you poisoned his rti|> 
 When F. \art- and he for tlie Senate were tip 
 When ()\\en. Sim Draper, and all of your breed, 
 C ut his throat on the >ly at the bidding of V> 
 
 Singing tooral -li -oural, etc. 
 
 There s a "Cork-in" the Herald a cork that won t hudgc 
 For An-e of the Atla> or NYl.-on the judge; 
 With silver tis fastened as tight a> you please, 
 And when drawn, out (lows pure " Aqua 1 eter de (Jriese," 
 Singing tooral-li <mral. etc. 
 
 To -ay we re against you yon know is all fudge, 
 For Owen is hrother to Matthew the judge; 
 A Democrat thU-a Kepulilic-an that 
 And tis hard if, between them, they can t catch the fat, 
 Singing tooral-li-ooral, etc. 
 
 There are more city bonds, and the time is not far. 
 When such friends as are u-ef,il can have them at par: 
 You will he our "dear Doty, "and may make a Mrikc. 
 If the guns that now \e\ us you only can -pike. 
 
 Singing tooral-li-ooral, etc. 
 
 " \Ve-r Washington Market" to our aid you owe. 
 And Fort (ian-evoort a job not yet finished, you know; 
 Still, Matthew mu-t pa-s mi that \erv hig claim. 
 And to let Matthew now be annoyed were a -hame, 
 
 .Dinging tooral-li-ooral, etc. 
 
 So T;i\l,ir, dear Taylor, to (Jrei-h-y rejiair. 
 And caution him sharp of his course to take care; 
 As for Kayniond \\ e know you ha\c stock in the Times, 
 You must therefore -pike that, or forfeit the dime-. 
 Singing tooral li-ooral, etc. 
 
 MYSTKUlors VF.Ksi-> FI. o.M A PINK F.YKD BAKI). 
 
 The Dead-Beat C lul in >ilence had spejit the afternoon. 
 For election day was coming (,,r vome. ; da- . tOO KXNL 
 All things ajijieared unsettled, such miml)er> in the Held. 
 And they fe.ired. \\ithont harmony, tlw\ \\.uild lie forced to vield. 
 
Charles- Graham Halpine. 305 
 
 Then up spake Eichard Connolly " I ll take him by the hand ; 
 We ll make some nice arrangement, and save this fated land. 
 Tis the most distressed district that ever yet was seen, 
 And the ouiy way to save it is by wearing of the green." 
 
 Then Charley Baker said "Agreed ; this thing we have to do ; 
 And to fix the matter, Sweeny, we ll leave it all to you. 
 Let s have a joint committee get Moloney to back down " 
 " The very thing," said Richard ; "we Beats can do him brown ; 
 For I ll step up to Moloney, and I ll take him by the hand, , 
 
 And treat him with such favors as no mortal can withstand ; 
 I ll show him, if we both must run, defeat is plainly seen, 
 And I ll do Moloney easy by a wearing of the green." 
 
 They met that hopeful party at the hotel kept by Hank, 
 
 And while Dick and P. G. treated, their mutual rounders drank ; 
 
 The committee were in session Charley Baker, from a hat, 
 
 Drew forth a little paper near where Fernando sat. 
 
 Then a smile came o er Wood s features he took Sweeny by the 
 
 hand, 
 
 Saying, Dick s the Union candidate" now, Peter, will you stand ? 
 But, although it s the worst district that ever yet was seen, 
 I believe that Dick can win it by a wearing of the green." 
 
 The Dead-Beat Club are jolly now each week-day afternoon, 
 
 For election day is over, and Dick is high-per-coon ; 
 
 At Mataran s they gather Charley Baker in the chair 
 
 And they drink to Patrick Henry, who acted on the square. 
 
 There D ick Connolly meets Moloney, and takes Hughy by the hand, 
 
 Saying "How does Bricks John Murphy, and how does Bradley 
 
 stand ? 
 
 Mine is the gayest district that ever yet was seen, 
 And the only way I won it was a wearing of the green." 
 
 FANDANGO S APOTHEOSIS. 
 
 A DAM FEOM TUB DUTCH (l. e. IIEOKEK) DIKES. 
 
 When wemse the word " dam" in the following song, 
 
 We mean such a " danr as the Croton Dam, 
 Or such dams as the beaver builds along 
 
 The quiet shores of the Aquietam ; 
 And it is in this sense this pious sense 
 
 We desire to be clearly understood 
 "When we cry, with a fervor most intense, 
 
 "Everlastingly dam Fandango Wood." 
 
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 His mustache i> white, and his wig is brown, 
 
 His heart is the hue of a buried nigger. ^ 
 
 An. I. walking abroad, he delights the town 
 
 With the grace of hi- lank pretentious figure; 
 And so this time, boys, in the Crotoii -en>c 
 
 Not the bea\ er.be it understood 
 We ( TV with a /eal that is most in: 
 
 "Everlastingly dam Fandango Wood." 
 
 His mechanical manners have all the grace 
 
 Of a patent gallows or steam garrotcr; 
 Hi- dollars and crimes run a high old race. 
 
 Though each crime i- by odds the >\\ifie>t trotter. 
 And so this time, boys, in the beaver sense 
 
 Nut the ( niton, be it undcr-toud 
 We cry, with a fervor nio-t inten.-e, 
 
 " L\erlastingly dam Fandango Wood." 
 
 "There lived a man" so a story said 
 
 "Who was, in his own bad olden time, 
 From head to heel, and from heel to head. 
 
 And in marrow and \ital>, one living crime." 
 But away with the sickening picture hence! 
 
 lie is nothing like this, be it understood, 
 Whom we mean when uc cry. with a /eal intense, 
 
 "Everlastingly dam Fandango Wood." 
 
 SONG TO THE SONS OF ST. TAMMANY. 
 
 Ho! treaders of the war-path. 
 
 Who round these council-fires 
 Now gather on the battle eve 
 
 As gathered oft yum .-in - 
 Ho ! all whose hands have lifted 
 
 The hanner-speui-x of Muffs. 
 And heard the war-dance circling, while 
 
 The foe was at the gates 
 
 All ye who stand with covered head* 
 
 lli-fore the highest chief. 
 And ne er ha\e stnnped except to help 
 
 A hapless brother s grief 
 All \r on \\hos,. high fon-heads 
 More than diadem s renown) 
 The crimson c ;l j, ,,f Liberty 
 
 Hath re-ted as a crown 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. . 307 
 
 All ye who unto Freedom 
 
 Bear consecrated lives, 
 Up ! and against this golden lie 
 
 Unsheathe your vengeful knives. 
 Up ! and- against this wretched fraud 
 
 Of proud and boastful wealth, 
 Show that the good old Jackson blood 
 
 Still flows in ruddy health. 
 
 Down with the spawn of venal trade 
 
 These squatters, make them start 
 Who hold in breast a money-bag 
 
 Where true men hold a heart. 
 Send on your shouts to Washington, 
 
 Where the Great Father dwells, 
 And let him hear from fearless lips 
 
 This tale which manhood tells. 
 
 We tell these men who brag of gold 
 
 That, though their gains were piled 
 Higher than highest pyramid 
 
 On which the sun hath smiled, 
 There is not one of us would shake 
 
 Their leprous hands to win 
 The aggregate stock-plunder 
 
 Of their boast and of their sin. 
 
 HORACE GREELEY AS HEROD. 
 
 Seward has bit the bloody dust, 
 
 To cold oblivion fated ; 
 Ben Wade now sleeps as sleep the just, 
 
 And Bates has been abated. 
 Above the early grave of Banks 
 
 The old Bay State is sighing, 
 And Hate through philanthropic ranks 
 
 In fiery car is flying. 
 
 The Keystone over Cameron s grave 
 
 Sends up a wailing clangor ; 
 Kentucky Clay, the wild and brave, 
 
 Is dumb and white with anger ; 
 Ohio Chase is cold and stiff 
 
 As pig on hook of grocer ; 
 And dead as any hippogriff, 
 
 John C. , of Mariposa. 
 
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 They lie all n.iuul the killed and cold 
 
 In friendly weeping watered ; 
 Tin- luidly h urt, the dead, the. sold, 
 
 Tin- ma acred ;ind slaughtered : 
 Hut <till they all, \\ith late-t breftth 
 
 The last light of life - taper 
 Charge Horace (irceley \\ith their death, 
 
 And eur-e hi- fatal paper. 
 
 Meantime in coat of ancient white, 
 
 And limits of diiliiniiN pattern, 
 And brecche- MTV ,-hort and .-light, 
 
 And necktie of the slattern, 
 That mild hut philosophic man 
 
 Dear- all his honors meekly, 
 While thunders in the party-van 
 
 His myi-iad-utteranced weekly. 
 
 He talk- of Abe of honest Abe 
 
 That chief of Western Vandals 
 And, just as mother mi^ht her babe, 
 
 Hi- candidate he dandle-. 
 That sucking statesman must be fed 
 
 On pap that he has ta-tcd. 
 And not a thought in Abe s old head 
 
 On other men be wasted. 
 
 Rut still New York for Seward weeps, 
 
 And never seems to weary, 
 And one loud cry of anger s weep- 
 
 From Montauk Point to Erie. 
 "A boh : a bolt ! no We-tern craft 
 
 Shall -teal our Seward s thunder; 
 Retter to build another craft, 
 
 And let the ship go under.* 
 
 In tact, our philanthropic friends 
 
 An- in a perk of trouble. 
 And. ere recriminat i <\\ end-. 
 
 Clean burst will be their bubble. 
 Split into faction-, -non uill bla/.e 
 
 The flame- that mm are lambent 
 Young Sam a^ ain hi- head uill rai-e. 
 
 And Gerrit Smith grow rampant. 
 
 Hut Horace -mile- a placid smile 
 
 Serene, sublime, \ictnrimi- : 
 No shouts of wrath can stir hi- bile 
 
 Il -venge revenge is glorious. 
 
Charles Graham, Halpine. 309 
 
 The man whose friendship Seward banned, 
 
 Long service ill requiting, 
 Has got at length the tipper hand 
 
 By steady, ceaseless fighting. 
 
 Long life to all our gallant sons 
 
 Who fight to hold their own, 
 And fame to him who, slighted once, 
 
 His power at length hath shown 
 Who stays at watch through weary years, 
 
 Giving no cry or frown, 
 Then sudden on the stage appears, 
 
 And strikes his wronger down. 
 
 May Horace Greeley s fame expand 
 
 The way his wrongs were righted 
 And may the moral sweep our land, 
 
 In" every home recited, 
 Until the old white hat and coat 
 
 Become in song and story 
 Themes ringing in the minstrel s throat 
 
 Parts of a hero s glory. 
 
 THE BALLAD OF LORD LOVELL. 
 
 A NEW EDITION, AS SUNG BY THE CLERKS IN THE STREET DEPARTMENT. 
 
 Manse Lovell jumped into an avenue car, 
 With his seven-shooting pistol jumped he 
 
 " Now I m off," he exclaimed, " to take part in the war, 
 And I ll fight on the side of Dix-ee, 
 
 Ee-ee, 
 And I ll fight on the side of Dix-ee." 
 
 " Oh, where are you gwine," John A. Kennedy said, 
 
 " Oh, where are you gwine," said he ; 
 " For you know you late swore by your honor and head 
 
 To have nothing to do with Dix-ee, 
 
 Ee-ee, 
 
 But to live in New York peaceablee." 
 
 " My parole I don t vally," Manse Lovell replied, 
 
 "Not a cuss not a rush," said he ; 
 "But as soon as I m down on the Southering side, 
 
 You shall see, sir, what then you shall see, 
 
 You shall hear, sir, and often, from me. 
 
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 " My >:il:irv s drawn to tin- MTV l;i>t day 
 
 I \e spoiled tin F.^yptiaiK. >e/. he; 
 "And no\v I make otYwith my plunder and pay 
 
 To enlist on the side of Jeff !.. 
 
 Dee-dee, 
 
 And before me Abe s minimi-. shall Hee." 
 
 From tlu> l.i. Id Street Department there ri-e- a wail 
 
 All the rlerks lliere aiv -ad as can I.e ; 
 And they a-k. " Do you think Captain Smith too rvill fail 
 
 To return from his home in Dix-ee, 
 
 Ee-ee, 
 
 To return from his home in Dix-ee." 
 
 (,u> Purdy. and Kyer. and O l .rien have "the blues," 
 
 .Johnny Richard-on s -ad a- can lie; 
 But old Jonathan Trotter -ays. " IJully good lieu- : 
 
 God prosper the cause of Dix-ee, 
 
 Ee-ee, 
 
 And send to the South victoree." 
 
 Fernando looks on with a muscular grin, 
 
 And the aldermen smile full of glee ; 
 For they see a good chance to get Shepherd Knapp in, 
 
 It < ius w mith stays uwav in Di 
 
 l.e-ee, 
 
 If Gus Smith don t return from Dix-ee. 
 
 MY SAMBO OF THE KOM-IIERAUS. 
 
 Give me your hand, my Sambo, 
 
 Come to my heart. m\ Sambo, 
 
 Friend of my soul, my Sambo, 
 
 ( ireat ( hicf of the Nix-kom-heraus. 
 
 Long are your heel-, my Sambo, 
 
 Cri-p is your wool, my Sani!o, 
 nit and rich i- ymir odor, 
 Oh chief of the Nix kom-hcraus. 
 
 Tni-t not Fred Dou^la--.. my Sambo, 
 Tru-t not to (,rrrl,.\. my Sambo, 
 Tru-t not Ward MMW or Tilton. 
 
 Great rhiet ut the Ni\-k in herau- : 
 lint trn-t ymir own Raymond, my Sambo, 
 Who ll never de-ert you. my Sambo. 
 While vou re ^ O od \ r 11 vol.- or a dollar, 
 
 Oh chief of the Nix-kom-heraus. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 311 
 
 You shall marry us white folk, my Sambo, 
 
 We ll marry you black folk, my Sambo, 
 
 You shall eat with us, vote with us, sleep with us, 
 
 Great chief of the Nix-kom-heraus ; 
 And the whites of the South, my Sambo, 
 Shall have nary a right, my Sambo, 
 Which a Nig shall be bound to respect, if 
 
 Not pleasing the Nix-kom-heraus. 
 
 SAMBO A BAD EGG. 
 
 You re A bad investment, my Sambo, 
 You re nice, but don t pay, my Sambo, 
 And so you may go to the hot place 
 
 Befitting each Nix-kom-heraus. 
 Your skin is nigrific, my Sambo, 
 And your heels they are long, my Sambo, 
 And your wool has a horrible odor, 
 
 And your shin-bones are Nix-kom-heraus. 
 
 Get back to your kennel, my Sambo, 
 
 There grovel and rot, my Sambo, 
 
 Take otf your blue coat and equipments, 
 
 For the war was all Nix-kom-heraus. 
 You had nothing to fight for, my Sambo, 
 And you gallantly won it, my Sambo, 
 With your blood and your labors you won it 
 
 Enjoy now your Nix-kom-heraus. 
 
 You may work for us white folk, my Sambo, 
 Black boots and shake carpets, my Sambo, 
 Steal chickens and do some whitewashing 
 
 When our kitchens are Nix-kom-heraus ; 
 But you can not vote with us, my Sambo, 
 You had nothing to fight for, my Sambo, 
 In the war, and you gallantly won it 
 
 Hip ! hip ! for the Nix-kom-heraus. 
 
 THE BOARD OF CONTROL PROGRAMME. 52 
 
 Abolish the mayor, and abolish the Boards 
 Of Aldermen, Councilmen, Supervisors ; 
 
 For our city and county have tempting hoards, 
 And Albany s teeth are sharp incisors. 
 
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 Aboli>h all power- that are not of our Church ; 
 
 Theie are no honest men that are not in our party ; 
 Ami both Weed and the NVi^uani \\c ll leave in t lie lun :, 
 
 " 1 layed out" just as clean as a hand at ecarte. 
 
 Tliis. now, is the programme devi-ed by tin- -aint- 
 Who fi^ht under \\ ald> > immaculate banner; 
 
 And if true be tin- pieture that great arti-t paint-. 
 The millennium will come in thi> \ery brief manner. 
 
 For the Board of Control will have jilenarv power 
 
 To make good honest men of all rogues in our bonier-, 
 
 And all vices and crimes will expire the same hour 
 That our city is placed under Albany orders. 
 
 For of all pious towns not excepting Sing Sing 
 \Ve all know that Albany s far the nio-t pious, 
 
 And that "lobby corruption" or "schemes of the King 
 Must vamose right away when Saint Fenton is by us. 
 
 So hip, hip, and hurra for the Board of ( ontrol ! 
 
 The earth is the Lord s and its fruits for his people; 
 We shall purify Gotham with Albany s soul, 
 
 And whoever objects let him swing from the steeple. 
 
 To Saint Waldo we bend to King Greeley we bow, 
 Who to absolute rule in this bill will have risen ; 
 
 For their Board of Control is I solemnly swow 
 The biggest darned thing ever seen out of prison. 
 
 That we need great reforms in our corporate life, 
 These columns of ours have been faithful recorders; 
 
 But this whole-ale hack--la-hing with Albany s knife 
 Is just killing the patient to cure his disorders. 
 
 LYRICS OF ALBANY." 
 
 l.EPRc.SI -..MI \v IIF.UE WHERE 18 IT? 
 
 rnhappie-t of ;ill mortal men, 
 
 We pity Glenn, \\e pity Glenn, 
 For fa-t he lie- in the lion s den, 
 With a hundred mid thirty injured men 
 
 All crying aloud for the blood of Glenn. 
 
 The courage of a tlion-aiid men 
 
 Shone bright in Glenn, -hone bright in Glenn, 
 \Vl.en. bearding the animal- in their den, 
 He tirst with tongue, and then with pen. 
 
 Gave out his indictment, and -i^ned it Glenn. 
 
Charles Graham Ilalpine. 313 
 
 But, alas ! a derision to gods and men 
 
 Hath grown poor Glenn our piteous Glenn ! 
 
 He is shunned as are Eastern lepers when 
 
 Their leprosy is thick ; and then 
 
 How they worry and madden the soul of Glenn ! 
 
 But this point is strange, and a thing for men 
 
 To ponder about in regard to Glenn ; 
 For he swears " tis seven score of leprous men 
 Who are driving out one untainted, when 
 Our Albany fathers shall banish Glenn." 
 
 Now who are the lepers ? the beasts in their den, 
 Or only poor Glenn or only Glenn ? 
 
 Have we found seven score of leprous men ? 
 
 Or is there but one, to whose tainted ken 
 
 All others appear as diseased as Glenn? 
 Dclavan House, Albany, April 9, 1868. 
 
 CORPORATION COUNSEL CHARGERS (THEY CHARGE 
 HIGH) ON THEIR METTLE. 
 
 " Next heat !" the circus-master cried ; 
 
 The Mayoralty-men rode out ; 
 While trooping from the other side. 
 
 Dashed in a second rout. 
 "The Corporation Counselship, 
 
 What knight the prize can win ?" 
 And eagerly, with trip and slip, 
 
 The candidates rode in. 
 
 Came " Glorious Dick" most glorious, 
 
 Exalted, true, and wise ; 
 And Tom C. Fields uproarious 
 
 To win and wear the prize. 
 Elijah Ward on tiptoe stood, 
 
 And seemed his way to grope, 
 While George G. Barnard s marriage mood 
 
 Was full of joy and hope. 
 
 Came Bainbridge Smith, who means to hatch 
 
 This egg beneath his wing ; 
 Came Fam J. Tilden, sure to catch 
 
 Whate er the fates may fling. 
 
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 ( ame Malcolm Campbell, hot in view 
 
 < )f all the chance- round ; 
 Ami e\- Recorder I rank Tillou, 
 
 On "high" achievement- hound. 
 
 Came Tomlin.-on f lofty claims 
 
 A bright and -liming ember; 
 And Si>-and-Mi M Tange whose n-ime. 
 
 We really can t remember. 
 Came (iivene ( . I .ron-on, he \\lm-e -on 
 
 Aiigii-tu- Schell hath -pared; 
 And .John 1C. I )e\elin, on a roan. 
 
 Which kicked, and pranced, and reared. 
 
 Their riding was not of the be-t. 
 
 Their hor-e- were not Aral)-. 
 And all. with lance- couched in re-t. 
 
 Looked tierce and wild as ( a ribs. 
 They .seemed a grim and ghastly crew, 
 
 KacU)ledged to he victorious . 
 While all kept -teadily in view 
 
 The dripping scalj of " (jlorious." 
 
 So with clatter, dust, and jingle, 
 
 < >er the sawdust and the tun. 
 Mounted double, riding single, 
 
 Went this legal caravan, 
 In cotton tights and spangles, 
 
 Much like scarecrows on the wing, 
 And with hells around their ankles 
 
 Which Tom Carroll strove to ring. 
 
 MAYORALTY NAGS AND RIDERS. 
 
 With a jingle, jingle, jingle, 
 
 < ) ei the -audn-t and the tan, 
 Mounted double, riding single, 
 
 Come- the \\ ig\\am caravan 
 In cotton tight- and -pan^le-. 
 
 Their hii-kins duly chalked. 
 And \s ith bell- around their ankle-, 
 
 In they cantered, rode, ai.d walked. 
 
 I ri/.e one. "which Pantaloon brought forth, 
 
 Was labeled " < il\ Ma\or" 
 A gaudy thing of little worth 
 
 A gilded i-e\\ ter .hair : 
 
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 The cushion stuffed with nettles, 
 The back all rough with spikes 
 
 "Now, horsemen, to your mettles !" 
 Out cantered the three Ikes. 
 
 Ike Fowler, brown and burly, 
 
 On a stallion trotted out ; 
 Isaac Townsend, grim and surly, 
 
 In a sudden fit of gout ; 
 Ike Bell, who best of all succeeds 
 
 In coloring meerschaum clay 
 All these dashed out on bitted steeds, 
 
 Impatient for the fray. 
 
 Came Father Kennedy along, 
 
 His scalping-knife was keen ; 
 Came John K. Briggs, serene and strong, 
 
 With brave and courtly mien. 
 Came John Kerr, with a bottle 
 
 Of good ale beneath his arm ; 
 And Whitlock (Ben), whose throttle 
 
 From good ale ne er suffered harm. 
 
 Came Wilson Hunt, reformer fine ; 
 
 Came Tiemann room for Dan ; 
 And Father David Valentine 
 
 Kept pricking to the van. 
 Came true and tried Judge Ingraham, 
 
 Our bench s pride and boast ; 
 Came Gunther, happy as a clam 
 
 By Teutons talked of most. 
 
 Came Royal Phelps, with royal " cheek ;" 
 
 James Lee, true, frank, and plain ; 
 Came Charley Secor, who may seek 
 
 Dan Tiemann s place in vain ; 
 Came Havemeyer, who has mire enough 
 
 For any city pickle ; 
 And, last of all, broad, red, and bluff, 
 
 Our old friend, Andie Mickle. 
 
 And with jingle, jingle, jingle, 
 
 O er the sawdust and the tan, 
 Mounted double, riding single, 
 
 Passed the Mayoralty caravan, 
 In cotton tights and spangles, 
 
 Their buskins duly chalked, 
 And with bells around their ankles, 
 
 Which kept tinkling as they walked. 
 
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 Alld ;;t UT .lailic- Maholiey 
 
 ( iallop, William A. Turnure 
 On ;i -tout New-Kngland ponv 
 
 Nt n fa-t. I. ut \ei-v sure. 
 Patrick Henry foDowi after, 
 
 With a name to win applau-e : 
 While Turn H. Tappan s laughter 
 
 A relics gayly for Ifis can-e. 
 
 I .d Donnelly, since he failed to moor 
 
 His fortune at Sin^ Sin^r. 
 Thinks governing our city poor 
 
 Would he the next hest thing. 
 Dan Norris grows defiant 
 
 In the safeness of his schemes; 
 While Martin Luther Hrvant 
 
 Is called " (Jovernor" in his dreams. 
 
 Hut of all the straw and real men, 
 
 Including Nun-mi Meyer. 
 Who fiercely to be one of Ten 
 
 Doth lahor and aspire 
 Overlooking all |.ivcedin- naine<. 
 
 Commend n^ at a pinch 
 To our own beloved, immortal James 
 
 The name-ake of .Judge Lynch. 
 
 So \\ith Democratic jingle, 
 O er the plowed and beaten tan, 
 
 Mounted doiiMe. riding single, 
 S\\ecps the Almshoiise caravan; 
 
 Through lino],, of .-..lored paper 
 Kadi one jiiiiip> on riding out, 
 
 And at cadi innre lofty caper 
 The applauding aiid i Mice shout. 
 
 A M^i-ADRGN OF MOUNTED 8AILOB8 TI1K MARINE 
 OOURT, 
 
 N ow dear the ring f,,r .ither bout-" 
 
 The <>-tl,T- clung,- tin- I06MI : 
 And. heralded with laughing shout-. 
 
 li ide iu tin- Imr-c inariii 1 -. 
 Maiiii.- ( oiirt .Judge-hip" c,,nie ami -ee 
 
 The Iiigim- who pur-iir 
 Toor Albert Tin. nip-on ( " ujth a;/ ), 
 
 And -e.-k to put him through. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 
 
 Here s Wally Cone, with Frenchy phiz 
 
 And long Zouave mustache ; 
 The Sunday Times his charger is 
 
 He makes it feel the lash. 
 Comes Winthrop Chanler dashing through, 
 
 A good and gallant claimant, 
 And Mr. R. C. Downing, who 
 
 Believes in "prompt cash payment." 
 
 Comes Bob E. Livingston, half dead 
 
 With keeping up a canter ; 
 Comes Charley Shea, whose pleasant head 
 
 Is full of joke and banter. 
 John Anderson no cousin he 
 
 To " Solace John, my joe ;" 
 And old Dan Clarke, whose policy 
 
 Is still to rail and blow. 
 
 Comes Richard Winne, who would win 
 
 If worth were most regarded, 
 And poor Tom Pearson, who appears 
 
 Among the long discarded. 
 On comes M Gregor Johnny D. 
 
 Astride a brace of ponies, 
 And Art Delaney mounted on 
 
 Two asses his dear cronies. 
 
 Cardoza dozes on his mule, 
 
 Dick Clark grows thiu and paler, 
 While nine parts of a decent hope 
 
 Are left for Dan B. Taylor. 
 Tis a sight to make outsiders 
 
 Split their sides with fun and spleen, 
 For ne er were seen such riders 
 
 As this troop of horse marines. 
 
 So round the column passes 
 
 O er the sawdust and the tan, 
 On their piebalds and their asses, 
 
 Each one striving for the van ; 
 On their mules, giraffes, and geldings, 
 
 Trot and prance these riders bold. 
 And their spangles, tights, and beltings 
 
 Are most " gorgeous to behold." 
 
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 MAGNIFICENT SU KKME COURT EVOLUTIONS. 
 
 A louder bell hath tinkled, 
 
 These horsemen >t.-m<l aloof, 
 While the ring is raked and sprinkled 
 
 To record anew each hoof. 
 >upreme ( niirt ,Iudge<hip" is the cry, 
 
 And. cantering from the stable. 
 On four Mack charter.-, stepping high, 
 
 ( nine athletes proud and uhle. 
 
 Judge Roosevelt leads the squadron 
 
 l- rom the light he doe- not Hindi ; 
 He never made n hud run, 
 
 And i- game" in e\ery inch. 
 John K. I.urrill rides behind him. 
 
 With his tomahawk on edge, 
 But Leonard - lance \\ill find him 
 
 William II. hath made the pledge. 
 
 Ambro-e I inney is the fourth man 
 
 Of this more than common group; 
 Hut Koo-e\elt. riding in the van. 
 
 May di-tance yet the tronp. 
 He has bottom and good breeding, 
 
 But if fall and fade he mu-f, 
 The Mo\v that lays him Meeding 
 
 Will lie Leonard^ knightly thrust. 
 
 Tinkle, tinkle, jingle, jingle, 
 
 < > <-r tlie >a\\dn>t and the tan. 
 With no common herd to mingle 
 
 Deign this -u-preme earaxan. 
 They >omersanlt and straddle. 
 
 Pirouette, and leap, and fling. 
 Then, \\ith one tin it on the Diddle, 
 
 Each man l>.,us and quit- the ring. 
 
 MILL OF ANOTIM.i; \\I1K > INHIBITION. 
 
 Thus the entertainment 
 
 I- or :it l.-a-t the pre-ent \\eek : 
 Let the candidates count i 
 
 Ami survex extent- ot dieek. 
 
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 Immediately or sooner, 
 
 When convenience prompts the same, 
 Our lyrical harpooner 
 
 Will go round for other game. 
 
 For senators, assembly-men, 
 
 And other such small deer, 
 For all the tribe who now and then 
 
 Turn up to tempt his spear 
 For the big fish and the little fish, 
 
 The minnows and the whales 
 The fish with very scaly sides, 
 
 And the fish with golden tails ; 
 
 For horny beasts, which much abound, 
 
 For birds of changing wing, 
 Each tenant of our hunting-ground, 
 
 Each quaffer of the spring ; 
 For squatter game (to make it pack 
 
 Immediately or sooner) 
 We mean to send upon the track 
 
 Our lyrical harpooner. 
 
 CATTLE OF THE BOAKD OF SUPERVISORS GRAND 
 FANCY DANCE AND MASQUE. 
 
 Clear the ring for Supervisors ! 
 
 The candidates are few, 
 And hoard their hopes as misers 
 
 Hoard their gains from common view. 
 They are masked and thickly painted, 
 
 Quaintly dressed in odd attire, 
 But with some we are acquainted, 
 
 And the rest we may inquire. 
 
 Him with cloak of purple border, 
 
 James B. Nicholson, we guess ; 
 Douglas Taylor, next in order, 
 
 Wears the sachem s Indian dress ; 
 Bob H. Ellis is no slattern 
 
 In the tights which fit him well ; 
 And that dress of Chinese pattern 
 
 Must hide Charley G. Cornell. 
 
 By the Lord ! there goes Tom Adams 
 On his milk-white steed ; he s some ; 
 
 Pay attention, girls and madams, 
 Boys and men, pay heed to Tom. 
 
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 Not a holder rider pran< > 
 In the Democratic ring; 
 
 Not u truer man advances 
 For the bouquet- uhi, -1, ye fling. 
 
 Ml STERING OF THE CLANS. 
 I. 
 
 Call out the city regiments, every chieftain and his clan ; 
 Place the -ineuy Fir-t Warder-. \\ iih l ;1 t dim in the van; 
 Let Miner lead the Sappers of the Second s bold brigade. 
 While M Cart by - en-ign o er the Third Artillery i- di-played : 
 The Fonrtfa Wffl come with tife and drum, the \eteran I m >rr leading, 
 All feuds forgot, and but one thought the duty of succeeding. 
 
 II. 
 
 The Fifth Zouave-, \\ith Savage, come with eager >j.ring and bound. 
 Swart veterans of many tights, and ever faithful found; 
 The Sixth has archers grim and stanch, and nuinenni> a- \\\<- 
 Democracy s knight-errants. never known to halt or 11. 
 The Seventh is bold, and well may hold its place among the best, 
 When the gallant Kynders couche- hi- deadlv lance in rest. 
 
 III. 
 
 Comes on the Eighth, an Indian tribe, with Dela\an commanding; 
 Biggest of all big Indians, his martial brea-t expanding: 
 And marches steadily the Ninth, a batten ma-kcd and mortal, 
 With Kennedy to open fire on every hostile portal. 
 With >tirring tune- the Tenth Dragoons, led by the War I Im>o. enter; 
 The Eleventh appears its grenadiers, with Kelly, form the < nitre. 
 
 IV. 
 
 And next to these, with bugle-blow and cymbals pealing glorimi-. 
 Led mi by Vance, the Twelfth advance. recfetleM and victnrimi- : 
 Tin- Thirteenth Voltigeurs file in with Mitchell, prompt f"i- :irti.n. 
 l, i-.,|\e.l t. con.juer (.pen forx, ;ind .piell eaeh private faction. 
 A mar (if drum the Fourteenth come-, a -ea of plume- and -alire-: 
 Fill high and toa-t this in.ble h...-t : with them .John Kelly labor-. 
 
 V. 
 
 With flashing helmet, golden belt-, and -uords of glittering liMre, 
 The < ha--eur- of the gay Fifteenth around Ike Fowler rlu-tcr. 
 Hart lead- the Sixteenth Riflemen, mo-t dangerous undercover: 
 In all l.n-h-fighting skirmi-he- the-e I, rave- are bound to suffer. 
 With ringing spurs, and shout which >tirs our blood, the Seventeenth 
 
 rallies; 
 Now Chanler leads, now Smith succeeds as champion of it- sallies. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. . 321 
 
 VI. 
 
 Room for the Eighteenth chivalry ! Ed Cooper rides along, 
 While fierce and fast as winter waves his men behind him throng. 
 Room for the Nineteenth Legion, with Herrick at its head, 
 Four lieutenant colonels fighting to be colonels in his stead. 
 The Twentieth Ward in sweet accord lifts up its oriflamme, 
 With Nelson J., the lion-lord, and Peter B., the lamb. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The Twenty-first is never cursed with envy s base appeal ; 
 There Froment leads his infantry a wall of fire and steel. 
 The Twenty-second, a border Ward, to border feuds a prey, 
 Hath draped its flags in mourning for the young man passed away ; 
 Round William Henry s early tomb each weeping chieftain stands 
 The judge, Ward, Nick, and Pete, and Helk across his grave strike 
 hands. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Then, brothers, rally round the flag, the old-time faith renew ; 
 March all, and march together, soldiers tried and ever true ; 
 Fall in and take your places, call the roll and let us hear 
 Who are for us, who against us, in the strife that draws anear. 
 Our ship of state will ride elate, in Union s harbor anchored, 
 And future days will live to praise the peace New York hath con 
 quered. 
 
 HOFFMAN, DEAR. 
 
 Musha, Hoffman, dear, the thing looks queer 
 
 The machine doesn t run to ordher ; 
 An , despite the Ring s views, we re not willin to lose 
 
 Your sarvices as Recordlier. 
 Tis a bully ould place, which we think you grace, 
 
 Arrayed in the judge s armine ; 
 An twould make us despair if we saw you med mayor 
 
 As the tool of the Lobby-Ring varmin. 
 An so. John T. , we ll let you be, 
 
 Till your terrum expires, the Recordher ; 
 An when played is that game, we ll examine your claim 
 
 To another "posish"in its ordher. 
 
 BIG THING HOFF. HAS HAD. 
 
 Thirty thousand a year you ve been makin clear 
 For more years than we care to reckon ; 
 
 An 1 to warn you back from the mayoralty thrack, 
 All the fingers o friendship beckon. 
 
 21 O2 
 
The. r<Ht <ll HV/.V nf 
 
 11 Don t go into it, Hun", or your head g<ies off 
 
 Don t IK- fooled l.y tin- Kill- to do it," 
 I- tin 1 cry o your friends. \vid no -. lii-h ends. 
 
 M ( )r hut once, an tor lift- you ll rue it. 
 An should you. Hull , at this warnin scotV. 
 
 Never blame the thrue men \vlio have killed you, 
 For you ll -oon he found to a powdher ground, 
 
 Just as fine as if Heeker had milled you." 
 
 CAN ANY ONE FIND US A SPEAKER? 
 
 JIY Ofll CITY fiilUK. 
 
 Say, have we u Hourhoii among us? 
 
 Who struck Hilly Pattcr>oii say? 
 The-e ijnerie-. \\hich formerly -tun<; us, 
 
 Are p;i--in<j like moonshine auay. 
 "I i- now and our hope hecomr- \\eaker 
 
 From hearing it evening and morn 
 Can any one find u- a Sjieaker? 
 
 And where was " the tailor s son" born? 
 
 God knows that of talk they have plenty, 
 
 Uut never a Speaker is there; 
 At Washington, candidates twenty 
 
 Tuck ii| their coat-taiU for " the chair." 
 There i- liank-. full of heans and benignity. 
 
 \\\\\ another is Fuller. \\e fed : 
 While Kichard-on >tand- on hi- dignity. 
 
 And Wheeler keejis watching the wheel. 
 
 At Albany things are no better 
 
 " Ydiin- Sam" hold- hi> own at the Bailie, 
 Though I rince John ha> indited a letter 
 
 To Jirovc Hard and Soft are the -ame. 
 A do/en, like liarki-, "are willin " 
 
 To take the re-j>on-ihle toil. 
 While Seward and his "little villain" 
 
 With .-harp -tick^ are after tin- spoil. 
 
 1 y ju-t -uch another |ueer caper 
 
 The Alni-h.::i-e director- are floored 
 There is Oliver. Smith, and Sim Draper. 
 
 Who v\i-h to "pre-ide" at the Hoard. 
 Let us deputi/e I ranch a< a -ecker. 
 
 L-t him mount on hi- crocodile 
 And M arch through the world for a Sj 
 
 To helji us aloiij; in our need. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. . 323 
 
 Yes, Branch is the hope that we stand on, 
 
 Tis he that has proved of "our chief" 
 That the brand on his cradle was Brandon, 
 
 Despite his good "mother s belief." 
 If Branch will not act as our seeker 
 
 If he will not answer our prayer 
 We may give up all hope of a Speaker, 
 
 And write a complaint to the mayor. 
 
 The mayor who, of course, feels his hosses 
 
 (They kill about thirty a day, 
 Which accounts for the cheapness of sausage) 
 
 Complains of the stones of Broadway. 
 But all questions grow fainter and weakei, 
 
 And the public ignore them with scorn, 
 While they ask, Can you find us a Speaker ? 
 
 And where was the tailor s son born ? 
 
 Is there no spirit-rapper can tell us 
 
 Where " speakers" are now to be found? 
 A curse on the chance that misfell us, 
 
 For " speakers" used once to abound. 
 Let us pick out a sensible "talker," 
 
 For business is pressing us hard, 
 And the Central American Walker 
 
 Has played Parker French his trump card. 
 
 Of England whose envoys have tramped on 
 
 Our rights as a neutral we ask 
 That her crimp-sergeants Mathew and Crampton 
 
 Be quickly recalled from their task. 
 And Denmark we ll soon make her meeker 
 
 Her claim for " Sound Dues" is unsound : 
 If you only will find us a Speaker, 
 
 By the Lord ! we can whip them all round. 
 
 Branch swears on his family Bible 
 
 That "the chief" is a Cockney and bore ; 
 Poor Briggs is arrested for libel, 
 
 And horses are killed by the score ; 
 Nicaragua Walker (related 
 
 To " Hookey") calls on us in vain, 
 And, though England is loudly berated, 
 
 Her criminal envoys remain. 
 
 Oh give us, we beg you, a Speaker, 
 
 Our bliss then would reach the sublime ; 
 
 We will bumper him round in a beaker, . 
 And wish him a jolly good time. 
 
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 "A Sp raker at Wa-hington needed" 
 . \d\crti-e. tor that is the mode : 
 
 Oh -ay. shall our prayer he IP heedrd- 
 Old* boss, will saltpetre explode?" 
 
 1 SALMS OF IMI KACIIMF.NT. 
 
 . \NTICLE II. ACCORDING TO TI1E PBOI IIIT Mil , 
 
 Mi : -.f-nnnette and Jean n<t." 
 
 I ut it through nt railroad speed," 
 
 Mottled liutler fiercely crie- : 
 " Fir unless ue haste. I fear indeed 
 
 ( )ur farce of trial die-. 
 Bring tlie ropes and tie him tight, 
 
 Hind hi- feet nnd gag lii- mouth. 
 Or we else may lose our sovereign right 
 
 To nl) and rule the South 
 May lose our jol 
 To rule and rol), 
 
 Cliain, whip, and starve the South. 
 
 " Seize tlie country hy the throat, 
 
 Force the Mack do>e through its lip-. 
 For, unless we < a-t the negro vote, 
 
 Away our seeptre -li]>-. 
 Every bridgfe In-hind is gone, 
 
 No retreat for u- remain- ; 
 \\"e must either perish one by one, 
 
 Or hind the land in chain-"; 
 A desperate Ic.nd. 
 Forlorn \\e .-tand. 
 
 And no retreat remains. 
 
 "As to .Johnson. \\I,D hath been 
 
 An " obstruction" m our path. 
 Let him taste the raj. id guillotine 
 
 < if Radical- in wrath. 
 Flin^ f a-ide re-traint- of law, 
 
 At each oath and dut\ -c,.*] . 
 And if Cha-e to ai<l we can not draw. 
 
 Then drag hi- ermine oil 
 Ay. i|iiick indeed. 
 At railroad -[",. d. 
 
 \\ .- 11 drag hi- ennine oil . 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 325 
 
 " Since the South is fairly floored, 
 
 Men like us may show their teeth ; 
 Let the negro wield a flaming sword. 
 
 And cast away the sheath. 
 Revolution is our end ; 
 
 Throw disguise off give it mouth ; 
 And our bayonet-rule shall soon extend 
 
 O er North as well as South 
 Black swords and votes 
 At white men s throats 
 
 In North as well as South. 
 
 " Is it true that through the war, 
 
 Of all rebels meanest, worst 
 Were the black men we were fighting for, 
 
 To break their chains accursed ? 
 In no rebel state they rose 
 
 To assist us in the fray, 
 While they labored hard to feed our foes, 
 
 And give them arms and pay ; 
 But now, alack ! 
 We need the black 
 
 To prop our tottering sway. 
 
 "So let black ex-rebels reign 
 
 O er their white ex-rebel lords, 
 For without them all our plots are vain 
 
 Without their votes and swords ; 
 But with Johnson stricken down, 
 
 The Supreme Court bound in chains, 
 Oh, we Jacobins shall wear the crown 
 
 While breath of life remains 
 Ay, rule the land 
 With Marat s hand- 
 
 While breath of life remains. 
 
 "So on with railroad speed," 
 
 The savage Butler cries ; 
 " For, unless we haste, I fear indeed 
 
 Our farce of trial dies. 
 Bring the ropes and quench the light, 
 
 Bind his hands and gag his mouth, 
 For if Johnson wins, we lose the right 
 
 To rob and rule the South 
 Yea, lose our job 
 To rule and rob 
 
 Both North as well as South." 
 
326 The Poetical Works, etc. 
 
 CANTICLE III. 
 
 BOTTLED BUTLER S SCREKrillMi I.MIT.ACHIN 
 
 With :i voice in which mingles a hi-s as of asps, 
 With tlu squeal of a pig. ami the grating of rasps, 
 And the drone of a bagpipe, the bottled one ga.-p-. 
 
 Ami ^hitter-, anil rave- of impeachment. 
 He charges all ci-inies. 1 roiii the highe-t e er known, 
 To the lo\ve-t ami meanc-t as mean as his own 
 (And on crime- Mottled Men a- an expert i- known) 
 
 Against Johnson when urging impeachment. 
 
 Hut of all "bogus babies." unboned and ungri-tled. 
 And of all merry tunes by "the d\ing row \\histlcd," 
 And of all the vile ti/./.le- that ever \\ere li/./led. 
 
 Commend n- to Mntler > impeachment. 
 Midi a weed-crop of Radical night-hade and wrath. 
 Of politieal stinkueed and parti-an froth, 
 No mower haih mowed in a single wide swath 
 
 As Ben Butler when urging impeachment. 
 
 MILES RUNS FOR REGISTER. 
 
 Say. here ! How i- it. misther 
 
 Are you for the Boy or no? 
 For he s hound to l>e Kr -gi-ther, 
 
 Let the wind Mow high or low. 
 All the (Jermans an the Irish here 
 
 l- or him ha\e dhra\\n the -kean, 
 For \ on llalpine trinks xwei lager bier, 
 
 And Mile- he " \vear> the giren." 
 
 All the (li-rman.-, etc. 
 
 !1 u |00 young?" Your granny s sisther ! 
 
 ! ti-11 \ou ti-n i 
 An he - bound to !.c KV- gi-ther. 
 
 Let the wind blow high or low. 
 All the Celtic and the Teuton vote 
 
 An- friend- of hi-. I \\cen, 
 I- ..r \ oli llalpine -dipei-t mit pret/el brodt, 
 
 And Mile- on mild poteen. 
 
 All the Celtic. 
 
 ( )h, the Wiguam want- a gly-ther 
 
 Fur to purge auay her ill-. 
 So we ll make him our ! gi-ther. 
 
 An he ll hate CMMI Kadu.i\ V pills. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 327 
 
 All the girls are for him ; this is how 
 
 That wondher came to pass 
 Von Halpine liebt ein blond-e frau, 
 
 And Miles an Irish lass. 
 
 All the girls, etc. 
 
 May my tongue be all a blisther 
 
 If I tell a lie to you, 
 For he s bound to be Re-gisther, 
 
 And we all must put him through. 
 Oh, he suits the men of every race, 
 
 This gossoon undefiled 
 Von Halpine schpeist mit Schweitzer kaase, 
 
 An the Boy on p raties biled. 
 
 Oh, he suits, etc. 
 
 So here s to Hans von Halpine, 
 
 And to Miles who wears the green ; 
 Fill your can and dhrink it all, man, 
 
 Or in Rhine wein or poteen ; 
 For Miles he fit mit Sigel, 
 
 And mit Asboth trinks poteen ; 
 And you can t find Halpine s equal 
 
 For "a-wearing of the green." 
 
 For Miles, etc. 
 
 A FRAGMENT. 54 
 
 Oh, more than tongue hath power to speak, 
 
 Or my hand the skill to pen it, 
 I long, I burn, I strive, I seek 
 
 Promotion to the Senate. 
 For this Lord Thurlow hath my praise, 
 
 For this I let him run my paper, 
 For this I work through weary days, 
 
 And waste the midnight taper. 
 
 MORTON MUST GO. 
 
 The mayor at last has found a way 
 
 To get out Morton ; this his plan : 
 With a new Directory, they say, 
 lie will commence at the letter A, 
 Proceed in regular course to Z, 
 Skipping one M. by the rule of three ; 
 
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 And, should the new Directory fail. 
 An :muy-list lie will next as.-ail ; 
 
 Then get a navy-l k. and trv 
 
 Each "salt" that is laid up high and dry, 
 I ntil at la-t the opposing board, 
 From wearinev- no longer able 
 To lay the new names on the table. 
 Owns ii-clf bored and tairlv floored. 
 And "let.- him -pin his man." 
 
 TO JUDGE M CUNN." 
 
 [Ye poet complimenteth his hero on belligerent parentage.] 
 .M ( nnn. M Cunn, you son of a gun, 
 You ll be the death of u- ere you ve done; 
 At honest old Abo yon first poked fun, 
 And now with M Clellan you ve just begun, 
 While high up promotion s high ladder you rim, 
 M\ -weet-scented beauty, 
 
 M Cunn, M Cnnn. 
 
 [He entreateth him, for reasons assigned, to be less facetious.] 
 M Cunn, M Cunn, will you ever have done, 
 Or is it but now that you ve just begun? 
 Here we laugh till the tears down our noses run, 
 "While at soldier and >age you keep poking your fun, 
 You charming young creature you wonderful one, 
 My bright, gulling hero, 
 
 M Cunn, M Cunn. 
 
 [Ye poet payeth due homage to ye splendor of his hero s appearance.] 
 M Cunn, M Cunn, you re enough to stun 
 
 You re a sight for all nervoii- old ladies to shun, 
 While, flashing and dancing beneath the sun. 
 Clear down to your elbows vour epaulette- run, 
 Each spire of the bullion al i\e with tin- fun 
 ( )f its wonderful wearer, 
 
 .M-Cunn. M Cunn. 
 
 M imn. M Cunn, you d better have done, 
 Or an end will be put to your rollicking fun : 
 The romance^ you tell are enough to stun, 
 A- n>iind from hotel to hotel you run : 
 Nor does every one M6 that \oifre oiilv in fun, 
 Mv voung caucus hero. 
 
 M Cunn, M Cunn. 
 
Charles Graham Halpine. 329 
 
 GENERAL HALLECK. 
 
 "Who raised the price of pork and mutton-pies? 
 Who filled our butcher-shops with large blue flies ?" 
 Quick our Committee on the War replies, 
 
 " Twas Halleck." 
 
 "Who should be blamed for Gotham s filthy streets? 
 And for our markets filled with poisonous meats ?" 
 Quick answers these Congressional Dead Beats, 
 
 " Blame Halleck." 
 
 GASTRONOMIC. 
 
 Dear Philadelphia ! when I view 
 
 Thy streets, and think of what thou art 
 Thy terrapin, in soup or stew 
 
 And learn that from thee I must part, 
 I do protest against the deed 
 
 With streaming eye and watering mouth, 
 And swear it is no "knightly meed" 
 
 That sends Meade wandering to the South. 
 
 TO MARY. 
 
 Thou bounding river, 
 
 I fly thy tranquil shore ; 
 Farewell ! Oh, never 
 
 Shall I behold thee more. 
 Ye rocks, ye woods that quiver 
 
 To echo s plaintive cry, 
 Farewell forever 
 
 We part, and part for aye. 
 
 Thou shady grotto, 
 
 In raptures deep and true, 
 When near to Mnry, 
 
 IJow quick the moments flew. 
 Thy dark retreat, all lonely, 
 
 Where mystery ever dwells, 
 Was to me only 
 
 Full of delicious spells. 
 
330 The Poetical Works of 
 
 Days when we were glad. 
 
 Ye fleet away like dreams 
 Da\> when we were ad, 
 
 Oh, how long each >eem- : 
 I- ar from my own loved .Mary. 
 
 Fore\er r-evered wide 
 Dark, dark an<l dreary, 
 
 Time rolls its sudden tide. 
 
 < )h valley, fairest. 
 
 Dear valley of my youth 
 Oh .Mary, deare-t. 
 
 Thee have I love.l in truth. 
 Ye rocks, ye wood-, that quiver 
 
 To echo s plaintive cry. 
 Farewell forever 
 
 We part, and part for aye. 
 
 HOLLAND GIN. 
 
 The brandy hath a beaming hue, 
 
 JJut no one knows what it is made of; 
 Though red it.-elt . it makes us " blue" 
 
 A thing the doctors are afraid of. 
 Sweeter far the Holland gin, 
 
 Which looks as clear as bubbling water, 
 JJut yet turns out. when taken in, 
 Intoxication s -iibtle-t daughter. 
 Oh, my darling Holland gin 
 
 My deadly-drunken, re.-inou- Holland 
 Brandy s hue 
 I> bright to view, 
 But strength is thine, my headed Holland. 
 
 The pure French brandy would not hurt, 
 
 Hut hen- with Mich foul tra-h they mix it- 
 One half i> vitriol, t other dirt. 
 
 And that s the toper - " ip-e dixit." 
 Oh. the Holland gin for me. 
 
 So purely bright and >o trail-parent. 
 That even a drunken e\e could |M 
 A dead tly or the -li^lite-t hair in t. 
 Ye-, inv -parkling Holland gin 
 .My innocently -colored Holland 
 ( lea r to \ ii-\\ 
 A- mountain dew 
 Art thou. my most de-tructive Holland. 
 
Charles Graham If alpine. 331 
 
 Yet still in one point both combine 
 
 To poison, sicken, and distract us, 
 So that it proves the same, in line, 
 If either or if both attacked us. 
 Beggary, horror, falsehood, woe, 
 
 To still more grievous crimes expanded, 
 Are now retailed with every "go" 
 
 Across the groggery counter handed. 
 Oh, my brandy, devil s blood ; 
 
 And sin, pale sister unto brandy ; 
 Brain and heart 
 Alike depart 
 From him who worships gin or brandy. 
 
NOTES. 
 
 Note 1, page 2a. 
 
 A VESPER HYMN. 
 
 This composition was found among the posthumous papers of the 
 deceased. The circumstances under which it was prepared were not 
 known to his friends, and it had no title ; but its sentiments seemed 
 peculiarly appropriate to the occasion of its first publication,. which 
 took place immediately after the author s sudden demise, and the title 
 of Vesper Hymn was then attached to it. Indorsed on it, however, 
 was the following sentence, in the handwriting of General Halpine, 
 "Dedicated to the lady at whose request these hasty lines were 
 written, with the warmest and most grateful wishes of the author for 
 her health and happiness. C. G. H." 
 
 Note 2, page 26. 
 
 ON RAISING A MONUMENT TO THE IRISH LEGION. 
 
 This was the last poetical production of the pen of the author. 
 Its title explains the occasion of its composition the preparation of 
 a suitable monument to Irish valor displayed during the war for the 
 Union. 
 
 Note 3, page 29. 
 
 AFTER THE BATH. 
 
 The composition of this poem exemplified in a remarkable man 
 ner the wonderful poetical fluency of the writer. He had written 
 the first two ven 3s when in the country, and with the exhilaration 
 of beholding the beautiful vision which he was depicting fresh upon 
 him ; he wrote the last verse at the Citizen office, late one afternoon 
 subsequently, and readmit to the editor of this volume, saying it was 
 either very good or very bad. The gentleman addressed ridiculed 
 the closing sentences as absurdly and abruptly extravagant, and 
 
334 Notes. 
 
 made fun of the closing paragraph, until lie feared his associate s 
 H wen a link- hurt, although the latter usually took such af 
 fair- very good-humoredly. General Halpinc handed the poem, 
 which con-i-ted of the first, second, and la-t V8T8M only, to the .,,,,,- 
 porfton, an. I left the office to walk home. By the time he had 
 readied Canal Street, however, he had heconie inspired, and, return 
 ing to the office, sat down, and in n few minutes \\mte the four ad 
 ditional verses, making it one of the most beautiful of his love MB- 
 net.-. 
 
 Note 4, page 30. 
 
 THE MAN OF THREESCORE. 
 
 A translation from the French. 
 
 Note 5, page ."><;. 
 
 MY T<>\M. 
 
 This was written as a trihnte to the grace and heanty of a charm 
 ing and fascinating niece of the editor of this work, at whose home 
 (ieneral Ilalpiue had met her on two occa-ion-. when lie \\a- much 
 -truck with her peculiar and unusual style of beauty. The name, 
 Lucic Ellice, was sufficiently altered to conceal the individuality of 
 the jxjrson addressed, without greatly (hanging the sound. The 
 publication of the piece in the Citizen led to the contrihution of sev 
 eral others, some l>y the writer of this and others hv different per 
 sons, winding up unexpectedly with one from a new and unknown 
 
 1 iirir K1H< f the South. The series caused a goud deal of amu-e- 
 
 inent and excitement in literary circles at the time of its publication. 
 
 \ it, fi. page 40. 
 TO \:\\ MOM> UN ins TI: LTBLt, 
 A dinner was given at Dclmonico - to Henry J. Ravmond, the 
 
 well-known editor of the New V(-rk Time-, on the eve of his depart 
 ure for Kurope. Many of the prominent editors and authors of the 
 day were present, and countle- good thing- were said. Charles A. 
 1 ana pre-ided in the happie-t manner, and -o many capital speeches 
 \\ere made that it was felt ile-irnlil:- to have -ome rejiort made of the 
 nit-. ting. Thi- lahor wa- placd upon Ilalpine s shoulder.- of conr-e, 
 and he pa--ed the residue of the night in writing out the account. 
 N \t morning he came into the room of the editor of this work and 
 commenced reading the song, which he had put in the shape of a 
 -ereuade into the mouth of his hearer. He had co\ered fifty pages 
 
Notes. 335 
 
 of foolscap, besides composing half a dozen verses of poetry, between 
 two o clock at night and six in the morning. The report of the din 
 ner can be found in the number of the Citizen of July 13, 18G7. 
 
 Note 7, page 4G. 
 
 DELMONICO S DREAM. 
 
 At a dinner given to General Sheridan by General Halpine, at 
 Delmonico s, the caterer had served trout at a time when, by the 
 laws of nature and man, they were utterly out of season. The fish 
 were sent away from the table untouched, the breach of law and 
 good taste was strongly condemned by the public press, the mat 
 ter was taken up by the Sportsmen s Club, and Mr. Delmonico was 
 compelled to explain that they had been served without his knowl 
 edge, and during his absence from the city, and that such an occur 
 rence should not happen again. It was in the course of the contro 
 versy that this poem was written. 
 
 Note 8, page 50. 
 
 AN ACROSTIC BIRTHDAY OFFERING. 
 
 Addressed to Mrs. James Gordon Bennett, a lady for whose beauty, 
 talents, and uncommon intellectual cultivation General Halpine had 
 the deepest respect and admiration. 
 
 Note 9, page 51. 
 
 JAMES GORDON BENNETT, JR. 
 
 In commemoration of the ocean yacht race, that plucky contest in 
 which Mr. Bennett carried off the prize. 
 
 Note 10, page 51. 
 THE KNIGHT S ADDRESS. 
 
 Written on the occasion of crowning a lady Queen of Beauty and 
 Love at a tournament at which he was not present, the words of the 
 ode to the contrary notwithstanding. 
 
 Note 11, page 57. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA. 
 
 Written at the time of the attempt in Philadelphia by the conser 
 vative leaders of the Republican party to form a new party by a co 
 alition of loyal Southern War Democrats and moderate Republicans. 
 A lamentably unsuccessful effort. 
 
336 
 
 Note 1 2, page Gi). 
 
 >l VMI-IN.; oi i. 
 
 There appeared in the London Times, at the commencement of 
 the Fenian insurrection, a vindictive and bloody suggestion to put 
 down the Fenian ri.-iug as the cattle plague had been arrested, that 
 is, by stamping it out, or dc-troying every animal attacked with the 
 di-ea-e a bloody and brutal proportion, unparalleled on the page 
 of history. The article read as follow-, and the poem was a reply to 
 it: "We mu-t stamp out the fires of this 1-Vnian iu-unvction, and 
 ijuench its embers in the blood of the wretches who are its promot 
 ers." 
 
 Note 13, page 77. 
 
 WAMIIM-.TUX S IIIKTIIDAY. 
 
 These lines were written by General Ilalpine as the poet of the 
 day on the first annual celebration of the inauguration of the Mili 
 tary Order of the Legion, held in the Academy of Music, Philadel 
 phia, on the 22d day of February, 1HGG. The meeting was pn-idcd 
 DM T by Major General ( adwallader, and many of the most promi 
 nent officers of the army \\ere present. 
 
 Note 14, page 83. 
 
 MII.KS ON THE WHITE FAWN. 
 
 A spectacular drama, exhibiting much of female (harms unadorn 
 ed, produced at Niblo s Garden, in New York City. 
 
 Note 15, page HI. 
 
 LOAFING AS A FINK AUT. 
 
 Addressed to the editor hereof, and eliciting a reply which wa> 
 publi-hed in a >uli-eijueiit number of the Citi/.en. 
 
 Not< 1C. pa- 1 Hi .l. 
 SPECIAL ORDERS, A., No. I. 
 
 This was written when the author was adjutant general to Major 
 General Hunter, and wa- published for di-tribution among the stall 
 officers. The young lady referred to was a great favorite with them. 
 and expres-ed no di-pli-a-ure o\er the liannle-s pleasantry at the 
 time; but when it was afterward in-erted in the columns of the Citi- 
 y.cn. her family to*.k otlen>e. and (leneral Ilalpine expressed to the 
 editor of thi- volume his intention of changing the name, and thu> 
 
Notes. 337 
 
 depriving the damsel of her only chance for immortality. As he for 
 got to carry out this fell design, however, the piece is left as it was 
 originally written. 
 
 Note 17, page 111. 
 
 PERSONAL. 
 
 It is almost superfluous to say that this poem refers to the editor 
 of this volume. .The persons spoken of are Matthew T. Brennan, who 
 was city comptroller ; Orison Blunt, who voted himself a testimonial 
 out of the people s money in consideration for his public services ; 
 Nathaniel Sands, agent of the Citizen s Association, of which the 
 writer was one of the founders ; A. J. Hackley, who had a question 
 able contract with the municipal government for street cleaning ; and 
 F. I. A. Boole, who was city inspector, and spent a million in not 
 cleaning the streets. Most of these gentlemen were supposed to 
 have cause to bear the "Boy Bob" in lasting, but not friendly re 
 membrance for his attempts, by the aid of the Citizen s Association, 
 to reform the municipal government. 
 
 Note 18, page 116. 
 
 TO THE CHIEF JUSTICE. 
 
 Addressed to Chief Justice Salmon P. Chase, when presiding in 
 the Senate over the impeachment trial of President Andrew Johnson, 
 at a time when every effort was being made by the Republican press 
 to force a conviction as a party measure, and when it was feared that 
 the accused would not have an impartial hearing. 
 
 Note 19, page 117. 
 
 TO FEXTOX. 
 
 The New York City tax levy had been passed by the Legislature, 
 and was awaiting the signature of Governor Fenton, when this jocose 
 effusion was written. There was a rumor that the governor would 
 veto the measure, and leave the city without any government for the 
 ensuing year, and with all the outstanding claims against it unpaid. 
 The members of the Union League Club had recommended the gov 
 ernor to pursue this unusual and dangerous course, but he was finally 
 convinced by the humorous arguments of Miles O Reilly, and signed 
 the bill. 
 
 22 P 
 
;i:is Notes. 
 
 .\nt, I ll, p;.^> 1 .".I. 
 IM.II I I.KI.M I . 
 
 On tlu- manuscript of thi< piece \\a- found, in the handwriting of 
 
 ,1 Ilalj ine. the e.\pre->i\c aiul appropriate \\urd "Twaddle. 
 
 Note 21, page 130. 
 
 ONE i i.\i> -i IM. -MUM;. 
 
 John H. Ila-kin is a NY\v York politician, and the song refers to ft 
 reflation complimentary to I re.-ident Johnson, which he introduced 
 into a Demucratic Convention. 
 
 \.,t<- 22, page 130. 
 
 MOTTO OF I III. M \>S. 
 
 There was indorsed on the rc\i--d manuscript of this poem, in the 
 handwriting of the deceased author, the words " Social and reflect 
 ive." 
 
 Note 23, page 131. 
 
 IIMI.. 
 
 Indor-cd hy the author "Reflective." 
 
 "Note 24, page 132. 
 
 i ii i:v r.i.oi.i r\i i . 
 Indorsed hy the author " Kcllrrthe : lioyi>h u rc-\i--d copy." 
 
 Note 2f>, page 133. 
 FAK.II \r I:I-:ALLACH. 
 
 The author charactci-i/e< this a-~ " I^xtrcinelv hovish." 
 
 Note 2C, page i: .l. 
 
 MATRIMONIAL COMPLACEN* \ 
 
 Indor-cd " KcniiniiH- : l.ovi-h." 
 
 ."t> i 
 
 IKI--H .\STUONU\I\. 
 Mnnn^cript indorsed M IJo\i*li." 
 
 Note 28, page 1 37. 
 
 TO A IIMI M>. 
 
 Indorsed " Tathetic and philosophical." 
 
Notes. 339 
 
 Note 29, page 159. 
 BARON RENFREW S BALL. 
 
 Descriptive of a public ball given to the Prince of Wales, on his 
 visit to this country, at the Academy of Music, in the city of New 
 York. The ladies referred to are Mrs. Senator Morgan and other 
 leading belles of New York society. The reference to the breaking 
 away of the floor applies to an actual occurrence an accident that 
 fortunately resulted in no injury to any one, and not even in any con 
 siderable interruption to the festivities. On the occasion referred to 
 the benevolent Mr. Peter Cooper took special charge of the prince. 
 
 Note 30, page 184. 
 O MAHONY OF THE COMERAGHS. 
 
 O Mahony, an intimate friend of the author, was the first Head 
 Centre of the Fenian organization ; but factions subsequently broke 
 out, accusations of neglect and malfeasance were brought against 
 Mr. O Mahony by his enemies, and a new wing of the party was 
 formed under Mr. Roberts. General II alpine had full confidence in 
 O Mahony, in his good intentions and his entire sincerity, and wrote 
 this effusion at the time when the difficulties referred to were rife, 
 and as an expression of his opinion. 
 
 Note 31, page 207. 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT EXTRAORDINARY. 
 
 Mr. Thurlow Weed, while returning from Washington to New 
 York, had his pocket picked in the cars. The various allusions are 
 to the events of the day in Avhich he and others were, or were sup 
 posed to be, mixed up. Mr. Andrews was then surveyor of the port 
 under Mr. Weed s recommendation ; Mr. Greeley, it was supposed, 
 would like a place in the Cabinet ; Henry J. Raymond preferred a 
 foreign mission, as did also Mr. James Gordon Bennett, or, at least, 
 such were the suspicions of the public. The Cummings referred to 
 was Mr. Alexander Cummings, then proprietor of the World, which 
 at that time was a pious Republican newspaper. 
 
 Note 32, page 2 1C. 
 
 BREVET RANK. 
 
 This refers to Lafayette C. Baker, Stanton s wretched tool and 
 spy, at the time it was proposed to brevet him brigadier general for 
 his infamous, albeit, where honestly performed, necessary services 
 
340 Notes. 
 
 -er\ices which civilized nations scarcely cla-s with bravery in the 
 field of battle, and usually pay for in M> much haul money, l- ortu- 
 natcly the ellort to convert a spy. who v.as nut popularly regarded 
 uliarly scrupulous, into a hero, failed. 
 
 Note 33, page 232. 
 
 TIIK DIFFERENCE. 
 
 There was an unfounded report circulated through the pr. 
 about the time these line- wen-, written, to the eib-ct that (iencral 
 .laini s Lane, of Kansas, had committed suicide. The beauty of this 
 
 jiiece con-i.-t> in its truth. 
 
 Note 34, page 2:\-2. 
 LECO.MIT>N > 1:1 \. K I:IM<;ADE. 
 
 This was written while the author was clo-cly allied to Stephen A. 
 Douglas politically, and refers to the Democratic Convention which 
 met at ( harlc-ton. ami which wa- adjourned to Baltimore in con-e- 
 quence of the violence of the Southern leaders, who were then initi 
 ating their movements toward -ereion movements which resulted 
 later in rebellion. The references are to men prominent at the time 
 iu politics, many of whom were distinguished stih-e.]tiuitly in the 
 struggle to destroy the Union. 
 
 Note 35, page L . .l. 
 
 THE LYRIC ] I w I. DDL I. HALL. 
 
 The Democratic organi/.ation in the city of Ne\\ York, founded by 
 General Halpiuc. .John V. Savage, and N el-on .1. \Vatcrlmry, in nppn- 
 sition to Tammany Hall, had applied f.ir and been refu-ed recogni 
 tion by the State < onvention. and. in con>et|iienee of this indignity, 
 had ri -ohed on political vengeance, ( agger and ( as-idy were hi-ails 
 of the Albany Kegency, Samm-1 .1. Til.lcii was chairman of the State 
 ( oininittee. and the "( entral" referred to wa- the < entral Kailroad, 
 which up t) that time had been u-ed to help the Democracy. 
 
 \ 86, ; .. i : 1 .!;. 
 
 i.IVl. Ml . ..I \N<) <)|; .,1\ 1 Ml |.| \TII. 
 
 .leremiah Black, attorney general of the Tinted State-, declined 
 to defend the President of the I nited State- when on trial of im 
 peachment nnle-s he could obtain the aid of the government in en 
 forcing claim- helil by certain of hi- (bent- to an i-land of guano 
 a curiou- phase of the impeachment trial of Andrew Johnson, which 
 
Notes. 
 
 will live in history with an odor worthy of the subject, and not of 
 sanctity. 
 
 Note 37, page 236. 
 
 TO UNCLE SAM. 
 
 England having abused this country for suspending the Habeas 
 Corpus Act during the terrible struggle for the Union, herself sus 
 pended that "great palladium of freedom" in consequence of a few 
 Fenian riots, and imprisoned Irishmen, naturalized American citi 
 zens, whom she suspected of complicity in Fenian plots, on their re 
 visiting the land of their birth. 
 
 Note 38, page 237. 
 
 THE PRESIDENT TO CONGRESS. , 
 
 This was written at the time when the impeachment of Andrew 
 Johnson was threatened. The quotations are mainly from speeches 
 made by him in his famous tour through the country. Uncle Thad 
 is Thaddeus Stevens ; Ashley is the representative in Congress who 
 first proposed impeachment ; Phillips is Wendell Phillips ; Mrs. 
 Cobb, a lady popularly accused of being a successful place and par 
 don broker. The " Cleveland scrape" was the movement for a new 
 party, to which the assent of Henry Ward Beecher was obtained 
 an assent that he hastily recalled. 
 
 Note 39, page 240. 
 
 MANHOOD AGAINST THE MACHINES. 
 
 A political screed referring to local New York combinations. The 
 "Lunch Club" consists of the Tammany leaders who dine daily at 
 the City Hall, but, it is simple justice to add, at their own expense. 
 The references are to Michael Connolly, the "big judge;" John 
 Hardy and Billy Walsh, ex-aldermen ; Nelson J. Waterbury, the 
 "long judge," formerly district attorney; Smith Ely, supervisor 
 leaders of the Democratic Union, the organization opposed to the 
 dictation of Tammany Hall in city politics ; and to Peter B. Sweeny, 
 chamberlain ; John T. Hoffman, mayor ; William M. Tweed, super 
 visor, deputy street commissioner, and state senator ; A.Oakey Hull, 
 district attorney the head men of Tammany, and constituting its 
 sacred "King." 
 
Note*. 
 
 Note 40, page i :J. 
 .ions MII:I;I--I \ >n .),.. JOHN. 
 
 Mr. Morrissey was ele< ted a- lining rej.re-ontative of Now York 
 City in < oinzn-s. andtlu-e lint- wore written in in- honor, He \\.i- 
 n pujrilist ami piml.ler, l.ut it was reported that lie would not cheat, 
 and alway- "fought lair." 
 
 41, page 24. "i. 
 
 I IKS XMMI S CARD. 
 
 The virtuous Fernando Wood announced in n card his desire for 
 re-election to Con-iv-- >,,!,]% :l > a public refutation of the ealiimnie> 
 1 UJKJII him by his enemies. 
 
 A "/- -IL . pu<:e LM.">. 
 FOURTH OOlHIBMtKNUB M-TIUCT. 
 
 N. S. Cox and .John IM>\. New York jioliticians. were both aspi 
 rants for a seat in Congre from this di>trirt. 
 
 43, page L ! . . 
 HIM:! H. . \<;..i ;;. \M. i iri:i;. 
 
 The references are to Sanford K. Church. Peter CaL-".-. S. I ,. 
 rij>cr. Dean Kii-hinmul. j.re-ident of the New York ( eiitr.il Kailroatl. 
 and Krastus Corning, who were members of the New York State 
 Democratic General Committee, and some of whom belonged to what 
 was known in politics as the Albany Ke-oncy. 
 
 A I i. : . J.M. 
 
 I.IM - i> \ (NrafcBMH \\. 
 Refers to Henry J. Raymond, editor in rhief of the New York Time-. 
 
 \ !". J-a.L c -" ". 
 T\\ 1.1 hi i LI \i \MI i\\ i i .in i .M i . 
 
 Refers to the new-paper c(>utr.i\er-ic- l.ctuci-u Horace (Jreeley and 
 Thurlow Weed. sid. ( ia\ " is Sidney Howard (Ja\.then mana 
 ging editor of tlie Tribune. 
 
 N 16, ptf -.-. ;. 
 
 t III HI. \l I II HILL. 
 
 Tliis was a mea-nre of reform carricil }>y the Citizen s Association. 
 with the lielj. of the Kejjublic.m-. to take tin- control of sanitary 
 
Notes. 343 
 
 matters in the city of New York from a body of political inspectors, 
 several of whom testified before a legislative committee that they 
 considered "hygiene" to be a "bad smell" or a "collection of dim- 
 water, " and give it to a medical board. Reference is made to Thomas 
 C. Acton, president of the Metropolitan Board of Police, and Lyman 
 Tremaine, attorney general. 
 
 Note 47, page 258. 
 
 RING RHYMES. 
 
 This collection of fugitive poetical screeds refers to political mat^ 
 ters in the city of New York, and to the great contest which the au 
 thor waged as Head Centre of the Democratic Union Organization 
 against the Tammany Hall clique, popularly described as the " Ring." 
 These references can only be understood by persons ^vell versed in 
 that greatest of mysteries, New York politics, and to such it would 
 be a work of supererogation to explain them. The following short 
 and condensed statement may be worth the type it requires. On the 
 side of the Democratic Union were Michael Connolly, nicknamed the 
 "Big Judge ;" William Walsh, a Fourth Ward ex-alderman ; Daniel 
 M. O Brien, candidate for the state Senate, and Smith Ely, super 
 visor. And opposed to them were Matthew T. Brennan, then city 
 comptroller, subsequently deprived of power, and shelved on the 
 Board of Police Commissioners ; Charles G. Cornell, street commis 
 sioner ; Terence Farley, alderman, and city contractor on very profit 
 able jobs ; Peter B. Sweeny, brains of Tammany Hall, subsequently 
 made city chamberlain ; William M. Tweed, supervisor, and later a 
 very fat pluralist, great executive officer of the combination ; Francis 
 I. A. Boole, a low scamp from Canada, city inspector, and later a 
 lunatic ; Fernando Wood, absolute owner of an organization called 
 Mozart, which he ran as a tender or an opponent to Tammany, ac 
 cording as either paid him best ; Thomas C. Fields, state Senator, 
 mouthpiece of the " Ring." To explain all the allusions in this and 
 other political effusions, the space of a volume would be required. 
 
 Note 48, page 289. 
 
 SONG OF THE NATIONAL DEMOCRACY. 
 
 Written when it was proposed to nominate General Dix for gov 
 ernor of the State of New York. Richmond, Pniyn, Cagger, and 
 Cassidy were members of the controlling political Democratic clique 
 called the Albany Regency. Elijah F. 1 urdy, city supervisor, was 
 nicknamed the "War Horse." 
 
344 Notes. 
 
 Note 49, page I". - . 
 
 SENATOR TOM ON CLAM<. 
 
 John E. Develin, corporation counsel, was celebrate.! for giving de 
 lightful dam-bakes. ( )n :i certain occasion Senator Thomas Murphy 
 \\a> invited m one of these lammi.- entertainments, and this song i< 
 supposed tn ha\e ITCH written in UpfWI his appreciation of the par 
 ticular dainties that were put before liini. 
 
 Note 50, page 303. 
 
 THE NEW U SI>IKE" FOR POLITICAL CON S. 
 
 James B. Taylor was connected with the two greatest swindle 
 ever perpetrated against the city of New York that of \Vc-t Wash 
 ington Market and of Fort Gansevoort and it was said he had 
 bought an interest in the New York Times, to prevent that paper 
 exposing him. The reference-, are to Owen W. I reiinan. Republican 
 Commissioner of Charities and Corrections, brother of Matthew T. 
 Urennan, Democratic coTnptroll.-r. who had to pa-s on the Fort Gan- 
 ..vi,.,rt matter; AIIM- \\a- . \UMUI Hi-rrii-k. editor of the Atla> : I .-tcr 
 \a-the name i.fa "diinnny" ..n a railroad hill before the Leg- 
 Mature. and su|.i.iiM-d to .-tand f.ir 1 cter 15. Sweeny : Ncl-on \va- 
 NYU.n .1. \\ aterl)iiry. head of the opposition to Tammany Hall, and 
 Doty wa< tlie fictitious name of a -nliM-i il.cr to city bonds, which 
 were given to him at par when they were selling in market al.ove 
 par. and wa< MippoM-d to -tand for an eminent Democratic judge. 
 
 AWe51,page .".lo. 
 
 MY SAMBO OF Till. KOH-HKEAUS, 
 
 Thi- and the w\i song were first pul.li-hed in the Citizen under 
 the pntaDM that they w,-iv written l.y Ileiirx .1. Kaymond. and U a 
 specimen of his style, in retaliation fur the publication in the Tirno 
 of a fictitious letter purporting to come fr..m Mile- < ) Kcilly. 
 
 \>.t, :.L . pa-o :;n. 
 
 Tin. r.\i:i> .i < OVnOt ri:<. . I:\MMI . 
 
 A bill was iiitnidiii-fil into the l. -pnl.licaii I.e-i-lature at Albany 
 to cure the -\il> of New York City politic^ hy jmtting the municipal 
 Ko\crnment into the hands ,,fa I .oanl of Ci.ntrol. This s,.),,.!,,,. \\ ; ^ 
 mainly pnnnoted l.y Waldo Hud ; ; ublican \\ iicj. idler. 
 
Notes. 345 
 
 Note 53, page 312. 
 
 LYRICS OF ALBANY. 
 
 Mr. Glenn, a member of Assembly, denounced his associates for 
 receiving bribes, but tailed to prove his case, and was forced to re 
 sign. 
 
 Note 54, page 327. 
 
 A FRAGMENT, 
 
 attributed by Miles to Henry J. Raymond a performance of which 
 the latter has never yet been able to see the joke. 
 
 Note 55, page 328. 
 
 TO JUDGE M CUNN, 
 
 refers to the famous adventures of the eminent Judge M Cunn, of the 
 New York Superior Court, when he donned his spurs and sallied out 
 to the war, where he won high renown in an extremely limited period. 
 
 P2 
 
INDEX. 
 
 A California!! Ditty 45 
 
 Adieu 129 
 
 Adieu to the Princess Piccolomini 121 
 
 Advertisement Extraordinary 20J 
 
 After the Bath 29 
 
 Aldermanic Ghost 283 
 
 An Acrostic Birthday Offering 50 
 
 Ancient Abe 300 
 
 An old Maxim reversed 100 
 
 Anti-Maine Law Lyric 221 
 
 Apotheosis of Jay Cooke 27?> 
 
 At the Sea-side 76 
 
 Author s Ritual 1C6 
 
 A Visit , 215 
 
 Bacchantes 128 
 
 Ballad of Lord Lovell 309- 
 
 Barou Renfrew s Ball 159 
 
 Belle of the Ball 3T 
 
 Better Choice 2 
 
 Big Thing Hoff. has had 321 
 
 Bill of another Week s Exhibition 318 
 
 Birth of the Battle Year. ITS 
 
 Black Loyalty 87 
 
 Blessing the Shamrock 89 
 
 Bloomer Lyric 172 
 
 Board of Control Programme 311 
 
 Bob Smith, of Fi!lton Street 285 
 
 Brace of Sonnets 210 
 
 Breezy Dissertation 43 
 
 Brevet Rank 210 
 
 Broadway Belle 142 
 
 Broken Heart (from the French) 123 
 
 Broken Meerschaum 49 
 
 Bumper to Grant 245 
 
 Can any One find us a Speaker ? 322 
 
 Cattle of the Board of Supervisors 319 
 
 Chant of the No-Kami 127 
 
 Chief Justice. . . 116 
 
348 /,,<Jex. 
 
 Charch, Cagger, and Piper ............................................. _ r. 
 
 Cochrane ........................................................... 
 
 College Song ........................................................... -. . 
 
 Composition Duett ..................................................... 150 
 
 Cool of the Evening ..................................................... 194 
 
 Corporation Coun-el Charters <m ihcir .Mi-;ilc ....................... 
 
 Crusader :- Sum; ^from the Kti>sian) ..................................... 1C,1 
 
 Czar and tin- Sultan .................................................... 105 
 
 Delmouico s Dream ..................................................... 4 
 
 Democratic Rally ...................................................... _". ! 
 
 Difference ...... ". ................................................... 
 
 Dollar in his Touch .................................................... 49 
 
 Drinking Sum. .......................................................... 196 
 
 Duet for the Breakfast-Table ........................................... C4 
 
 Kpiirram by the Collector ............................................... \>\:\ 
 
 KpiL ram to a youm: Lady ............................................... 141 
 
 F.ver-lades withdraw ................................................... 17C, 
 
 Kxile s (Jrave ........................................................... _ _ . , 
 
 Fandango s Apotheosis ................................................. :i\r> 
 
 Farewell to club Companions .......................................... :.-_ 
 
 Fau. h an Heallach .................................................... K;:; 
 
 Fi-iiiiiiiiic Arithmetic ....................................... . ........... i-.n 
 
 Fenian Scare ........................................................... 221 
 
 Fcrnando s Card ............................................... ......... 24. r > 
 
 Ferry-boat .............................................................. 1.-,;, 
 
 Ferry-boats of (Jot ham ................................................. 199 
 
 .:oiiuence ................. ..................................... 132 
 
 Fifth Senatorial District .............................................. 
 
 First of May ........................................................... 200 
 
 Fond and Foolish ....................................................... KH 
 
 Foren-ic Eloquence ..................................................... -. 14 
 
 Forsythe ................................................................ 54 
 
 Fountain ............................................................... 203 
 
 Fountain on Boston Common ........................................... _>(,_ 
 
 Fourth liook of Horace Thirteenth Ode ................................ L jT 
 
 Fourth Ode -First P.ook of Horace .................................... 
 
 Fourth Senatorial District .............................................. -. .,7 
 
 Fragment ............................................................ 
 
 (astronomic ......................................................... 
 
 (Jem-ral Orders of the Citi/en ........................................... -JIT 
 
 (Jive me (Juano or give me Death .................................... 
 
 (Jordon (JraiiLM-r ......................................................... -1 
 
 Grand Democratic Chowder ......................................... -jr.T 
 
 (Jrand Koiit of the Nabol)s .................................... 296 
 
 Halleck ................................................................. 320 
 
 Health Hill ......................................................... 
 
 Hill of Killenarden ..................................................... -:;.i 
 
 Hoffman, dear ................... .................................... 
 
 Holland (Jin .......................................................... 
 
 Honor the Hr.;\- ........................................... 
 
 -Fir-t I .ooU. Fourth Id* ........................... ........ 
 
Index. 349 
 
 Page 
 
 Horace Fourth Book, Thirteenth Ode 227 
 
 Horace Greeley as Herod 307 
 
 Household Tomb 58 
 
 Hurra for Andy Johnson 282 
 
 Hymn to the Types 102 
 
 Igdrasil 220 
 
 Indifference , 129 
 
 In Memoriam 109 
 
 In Pleasant Hours 1 22 
 
 Ireland and the South 59 
 
 Irish Astronomy 136 
 
 Irish Legion. 26 
 
 Islands that await us 100 
 
 James Gordon Bennett, Jr 51 
 
 Janette s Hair 92 
 
 John Morrissey my jo, John 243 
 
 Judge M Cunn 328 
 
 Knight s Address 51 
 
 Labor s War Song. 186 
 
 Last Appeal 85 
 
 Last Resort 90 
 
 La Suissesse au Bord du Lac 120 
 
 Laura , 75 
 
 Laura Singing 205 
 
 Le Compton s Black Brigade 232 
 
 Le Printemps (from the French) 157 
 
 Les Hirondelles 93 
 
 Letter from John Bull, Esq., to Jeremiah Sly, Esq., Cotton Broker, New 
 
 York 105 
 
 Life Chase 231 
 
 Lines on Louis Napoleon 33 
 
 Lines on the Russo-Turkish War . : 73 
 
 Lines to a Congressman 251 
 
 Lisper and Booth 70 
 
 Little Rhymes of Little Things Cl 
 
 Live-oak George 2>$ 
 
 Loafing as a Fine Art 91 
 
 Lost Love ... 201 
 
 Lucie Ellice 36 
 
 Lyric of Tweddle Hall 234 
 
 Lyrics of Albany 312 
 
 Mac, my Darlin 2r> 
 
 Magnificent Supreme Court Evolutions 318 
 
 Maine-Law Lyric 91 
 
 Manhood against the Machines 240 
 
 Man of Threescore 30 
 
 Ma Normandie (from the French) SI 
 
 Mary 329 
 
 Matrimonial Complacency 134 
 
 Mayoralty Nags and Riders 314 
 
 Midnight Watch 83 
 
350 Index. 
 
 tap 
 
 Miles on the \Vli it. F:;\vn 
 
 Miles run* for Ue_ri>tcr 
 
 Minor s Dream 8S 
 
 Minnie, my doll-Wife 114 
 
 -In -i:; 
 
 Moniin- Serenade (from the French) b4 
 
 Morton mn-t _M> 
 
 l the Mass i;;o 
 
 Mr. .John.MUi s 1 olicy of KeconMniction -J. M 
 
 Mu-Ierini: of the Clans ;,-n 
 
 My l)o\r in in r Ne-l I n .t 
 
 My Soul is ead j u 
 
 My Southward Winding Oriole ir,s 
 
 ; :< mi a pink-eyed Hard 
 
 :<. . , 
 
 My Toast -M 
 
 Nea u>s 
 
 \.i and Kansas -j-t 
 
 -jiike" for political (;tins ;;n;; 
 
 N.w \ ersion of John Brown ]-> 
 
 New Yor-k C ry-tal l ala-e 17;; 
 
 :k in a Nut-hell -274 
 
 N i w York in a Snow-coat l -24 
 
 NL ht Ride .f Ancient Abe -."."J 
 
 Ninth Ode of Horace. Third Hook _". :; 
 
 Not a Star from the Flai, i-hall Fade 1 1 .t 
 
 Nymph of Ltirleihergh t;c, 
 
 "Oh, young Gcordie Sandei>" i:;; ( 
 
 Oh, wanton Wind -. cc 
 
 Old Bachelor .- New Year lt s 
 
 Olden Memories 1 ! 2 
 
 Old (ireen F1.I- 71 
 
 Old Year and the New 141 
 
 Olfactory Ode in I rai-*- of New York ( leanline-.- 151 
 
 O Mahony of the ComeraL hs 1-t 
 
 One dead .-are Thing i::o 
 
 Only Mime Ilelics :.. . 
 
 Opium Hreain 108 
 
 : sin M 
 
 "Our Big Thing on Ice" UN 
 
 Palpable I arody 
 
 ROM i-- 
 
 I artant pour la Syrie ..fr.,m QM Frenrlr 
 
 Parting s; 
 
 I artinir Ki~-; II 
 
 Philadelphia 
 
 Philip and I Ul 
 
 Pktnre in \\ ater-,-olors I in 
 
 Political Opium Dream L Tti 
 
 ntial Warninir 
 
 : - - 287 
 
Index. 351 
 
 Page 
 
 Psalms of Impeachment 324 
 
 Pungent Consideration of the various Trades and Callings 153 
 
 Quaker Coquette 88 
 
 Quakerdom ^ . 35 
 
 Raymond on his Travels 40 
 
 Rejected 201 
 
 Rhymer s Ritual 113 
 
 Rime of ye Seedie Printeere Man 112 
 
 Ring Rhymes by O Reilly 258 
 
 Ring-stamp Fatal 299 
 
 Romance and Echo 107 
 
 Rooseveltiana Our Boy Bob Ill 
 
 Ruby Ring ; .197 
 
 Sambo a bad Egg .311 
 
 Sambo of the Kom-heraus 310 
 
 Second Book of Horace, Sixteenth Ode To Wideswarth 171 
 
 Senator Gwiu to Buchanan 293 
 
 Senator Tom on Clams 292 
 
 Seventh Senatorial District 270 
 
 Sheridan 38 
 
 Similes 182 
 
 Sixth Senatorial District 269 
 
 Solemn political Death-bed 253 
 
 Song for White Men 279 
 
 Song of the National Democracy 239 
 
 Song : Philanthropic and Piratical 162 
 
 Song to the Sous of St. Tammnny 306 
 
 Soon we ll have the Union back 242 
 
 Souvenir 189 
 
 Special Orders, A., No. 1 109 
 
 Spirit Rapping 98 
 
 Squadron of mounted Sailors 316 
 
 Stamping Out 69 
 
 Stars of Memory 96 
 
 Storm brewing 247 
 
 St. Tammany and the Nabobs ^ 270 
 
 St. Tammany s Terror 239 
 
 Sylvia . 191 
 
 Ten Years too Late 178 
 
 Theatrical Gingernuts . 193 
 
 The Marchioness 193 
 
 There is no such Word as Fail, Boys 287 
 
 The Seventh to John Cochraue 294 
 
 The Turquois Brooch 125 
 
 Thine Eyes of Blue (from the French) 120 
 
 Things that! Seen and Heerd in Buckin ham Palicc 144 
 
 Third Ode, Fourth Book of Horace 219 
 
 Thirty Years Old 180 
 
 Three of us at the Fountain 202 
 
 Time i::i 
 
 To a Friend... i::7 
 
352 ////A R 
 
 IK! a Cheer 186 
 
 To a Wealthy Amateur Critic I;M> 
 
 To Azra . . . . 94 
 
 : on The Tax I.ovy 117 
 
 Translations from Horace No. XI ls> 
 
 Tribune s Presidential Philo.-ophy 257 
 
 Trooper to his Mare _ ] , 
 
 Tropic Hird _ ]<> 
 
 Truth in Parenthesis L ls 
 
 Twcfdlfdiiui and Twi-i-dlcilcc 
 
 Two Voices 
 
 Uncle Sam 
 
 Uncle Thail Sicvrii? 
 
 Valentine 211 
 
 Venice s new Chance -JIM 
 
 Vesper Hymn 
 
 Vi-it 215 
 
 \ r the Army 252 
 
 Wall Street I Min-r on Kn.-tic T.liss !;:; 
 
 :iu.cratic View of M -Clellan s Xi.ininalion -j-1 
 
 Washington s I5irthday, 1^C5 77 
 
 I en ." i:;s 
 
 : US 
 
 Well dressed Man 108 
 
 We mi _ lit have been 226 
 
 Who killed the Nabobs 1 -: 
 
 Widower s Christina- 86 
 
 Wido\voloL r y Philosophi/.ed 
 
 Wi-dom in Doi .MTel 1-j; 
 
 Woman s Ki-hts 1M, 
 
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