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 SECOND REVIVED EDITION. 
 
 GRAND RAPIDS, MICH.. 
 
 C M. LOO MIS, PUBLISHER. 
 
 i8 77 . 
 

THE 
 
 SENTIMENTAL SONO BOOK 
 
 BY JULIA A. MOORE. 
 
 WITH NUMEROUS ADDITIONS AND CORRECTIONS 
 BY THE AUTHOR. 
 
 " Then came the magic of a poet's name, 
 Like light, upon my fancy ; and I eat 
 Brooding for hours, amid sequestered nooks. 
 On all the mighty masters of the lyre." 
 
 GRAND RAPIDS, MICH : 
 
 C. M. LOOMIS, PUBLISHER, 
 
 1877. 
 
Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1877, by Mrs. Julia A. Moore, 
 in the office of the Librarian of Congress. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 This little book is composed of truthful pieces. All those which speak 
 of being killed, died or drowned, are truthful songs ; others are " more 
 truth thanpoetiy" They are all composed by the author. 
 
 I was born in Plainfield, and lived there until Iwas ten years of age. 
 Then my parents moved to Algoma, where they have lived until the present 
 day, and I live near them, one mile west of Edgerton. 
 
 JULIA A. MOORE. 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 The Author's Early Life, 9 
 
 Centennial, ...... 12 
 
 John Robinson, ...... 13 
 
 The Brave Page Boy,*, . . 15 
 
 Grand Rapids, ... 17 
 
 Temperance Reform Club, 18 
 
 Hiram Helsel, .... 20 
 
 Beautiful Twenty-Second, .... 21 
 
 William Upson, , 2'> 
 
 Dear Love, do You Remember, . . 24 
 
 Hurrah for Cooper and Cary, . . 25 
 
 My Infant Days, .... . 27 
 
 Roll On Time, Roll On, ..... 28 
 
 Minnie's Departure, ........ 29 
 
 Lois House, ......... .30 
 
 The Brave Volunteer. .... 32 
 
 Little Andrew, ...... 33 
 
 William House and Family, .... 34 
 
 The Orphan's Friend, ... . 37 
 
 The Two Brave Soldiers, . 38 
 
Early Days of Rockford, . ... 40 
 Grand Rapids Cricket Club, . . .41 
 
 Little Henry, . . 42 
 
 Be Kind to the Little Ones, .... 44 
 
 Red Ribbon, . .... 45 
 
 Carrie Monro, .......... 46 
 
 Little Minnie, . .... ... 47 
 
 Centennial Celebration, ........*. 49 
 
 Maryette Myers, .......... 51 
 
 The Dear Old Flag, . ....... 52 
 
 Libby Prison, .......... 63 
 
 Hattie House, ... . 54 
 
 Little Susan, . ....... 56 
 
 Young Henry, ~. 57 
 
 Ashtabula Disaster, r >9 
 
THE AUTHOR'S EARLY LIFE. 
 
 f WILL write a sketch of my early life, 
 ;gp It will be of childhood day, 
 And all who chance to read it, 
 
 No criticism, pray. 
 My childhood days were happy, 
 And it fills my heart with woe, 
 To muse o'er the days that have passed by 
 And the scenes of long ago. 
 
 In the days of my early childhood, 
 
 Kent county was quite wild 1 , 
 Especially the towns I lived in 
 
 When I was a little child. 
 I will not speak of my birthplace, 
 
 For if you will only look 
 O'er the little poem, My Childhood Days, 
 
 That is in this little book. 
 
 I am not ashamed of my birthright, 
 
 Though it was of poor estate, 
 Many a poor person in our land 
 
 Has risen to be great. 
 My parents were poor, I know, kind friends, 
 
 But that is no disgrace ; 
 They were honorable and respected 
 
 Throughout my native place. 
 
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 My mother was an invalid, 
 
 And was for many a year, 
 And I being the eldest daughter 
 
 Her life I had to cheer. 
 I had two little sisters, 
 
 And a brother which made three, 
 And dear mother being sickly, 
 
 Their care it fell on me. 
 
 My parents moved to Algoma 
 
 Near twenty-three years ago, 
 And bought one hundred acres of land, 
 
 That's a good sized farm you know. 
 It was then a wilderness, 
 
 With tall forest trees abound, 
 And it was four miles from a village, 
 
 Or any other town. 
 
 And it was two miles from a schoolhouse, 
 
 That's .the distance I had to go, 
 And how many times I traveled 
 
 Through summer suns and winter snow r . 
 How well do I remember 
 
 Going to school many a morn, 
 Both in summer and in winter, 
 
 Through many a'heavy storm. 
 
 My heart was gay and happy, 
 
 This was ever in my mind, 
 There is better times a coming, 
 
 And I hope some day to find 
 Myself capable of composing. 
 
 It was my heart's delight, 
 To compose on a sentimental subject. 
 
 If it came in my mind just right. 
 
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If I went to school half the time, 
 
 It was all that I could do ; 
 It seems very strange to me sometimes, 
 
 And it may seem strange to you. 
 It was natural for me to compose, 
 
 And put words into rhyme, 
 And the success of my first work 
 
 Is this little song book of mine. 
 
 My childhood days have passed and gone, 
 
 And it fills my heart with pain 
 To think that youth will nevermore 
 
 Return to me again. 
 And now kind friends, what I have wrote, 
 
 I hope you will pass o'er, 
 And not criticise as some have done, 
 
 Hitherto herebefore. 
 
 11 
 
CENTENNIAL. 
 
 (OME all ye friends of Liberty, 
 / Who love our good old nation, 
 Let hands and hearts united be, 
 
 And beat the wide creation. 
 For this is our Centennial year, 
 
 The birthday of our nation ; 
 For it is just one hundred years 
 That's stood our good old nation. 
 
 CHORUS; Centennial! Centennial! 
 
 Hurrah to the Centennial ; 
 And many, many people gone 
 To our national Centennial. 
 
 To Philadelphia people went, 
 
 And more was sure to go, sir ; 
 They say there was things to be seen 
 
 Of a hundred years ago, sir. 
 Come all ye sons of liberty, 
 
 That lovfi our good old nation, 
 Unite and keep our country free, 
 
 And the stars and stripes a waving. 
 
 The revolutionary war \vas fought 
 
 To gain our independence, 
 That we a nation great may be, 
 
 Both free and independent. 
 They fought the British, far and near, 
 
 For freedom, and they gained it 
 In Centennial years of Jubilee, 
 
 Let Columbia's sons maintain it. 
 
 12 
 
JOHN ROBINSON. 
 
 AIR" The Drunkard." 
 
 (OME listen, friends, and hear a song, 
 / It is a doleful one, 
 About a young man, dead and gone 
 
 He died far away from home. 
 John Robinson this young man's name, 
 
 His age I cannot tell, 
 And he was loved by all his friends, 
 And he was known full well. 
 
 His father and mother being dead, 
 
 It left him an orphan boy, 
 When he was with his brother 
 
 His health failed him, poor boy. 
 Kind friends they thought 'twould do him good 
 
 To travel for his health ; 
 To California he did go 
 
 With his Uncle Zera French. 
 
 He was not gone but a short time 
 
 When a letter his friends received ; 
 It told how homesick Jonny was, 
 
 How he for home did grieve. 
 It said that he was getting worse, 
 
 And his money was nearly gone, 
 And if he did not soon return 
 
 Never more would he see home. 
 
 It said, " Dear Brother, will you please 
 
 Some money to me send. 
 For I fear I have not got enough 
 
 To bring me back again. 
 The doctor says I must soon return, 
 
 If I wish my home to see, 
 For if I stay my life is short, 
 
 For the air disagrees with me." 
 
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His brother Will the letter read, 
 
 It made his eyes grow dim. 
 " Dear brother, he shall soon return, 
 
 For I will go and fetch him." 
 This brother dear was very kind ; 
 
 With money, he went with haste 
 For to bring him home again, 
 
 But Oh ! he went to late. 
 
 For he was sick, and very bad 
 
 Poor boy, he thought, no doubt, 
 If he came home in a smoking car 
 
 His money would hold out. 
 He started to come back alone 
 
 He came one-third the way 
 One evening in the car alone 
 
 His spirit tied away. 
 
 No friend was near to speak to him, 
 
 Or hear his dying moan ; 
 How sad, how sad it must have been 
 
 To die there all alone ; 
 No loving friends to soothe his brow, 
 
 Or ease his weary form ; 
 Poor soul, poor soul is now at rest, 
 
 For his soul to heaven has gone. 
 
 Telegraph dispatch was sent his friends 
 
 How sad were they to hear 
 How their loved one died all alone, 
 
 In a car with no one near. 
 The brother brought his body home 
 
 To his friends that loved him best. 
 He's sleeping in their grave yard now, 
 
 Let peace be e'er his rest. 
 
 14 
 
THE BRAVE PAGE BOYS. 
 
 AIR" The Fierce Discharge" 
 
 $TN the late rebellion war, 
 (en Grand Rapids did send out 
 As brave and noble volunteers 
 
 As ever went down south : 
 Among them were the brave Page boys 
 
 Five brothers there were in all ; 
 They enlisted and went down south, 
 To obey their country's call. 
 
 John S. Page was the eldest son- 
 He went down south afar, 
 
 And enlisted in the Mechanics, o^ 
 
 And served his time in the war. 
 
 Fernando Page the second son ; 
 Served in the Infantry ; 
 
 He was wounded, lost both his feet 
 On duty at Yorktown siege. 
 
 Charles F. Page was a noble son 
 
 In sixty-four did enlist, 
 And in the same year he was killed 
 
 In the fight of the Wilderness. 
 This brave boy was carrying the flag, 
 
 To cheer his comrades on. 
 He fought in the Eight Infantry ; 
 
 Now he, brave boy, is gone. 
 
 'Tis said of this brave soldier boy 
 
 'Twas just before he died 
 Stood the flag standard in the ground, 
 
 Laid down by it and died. ^ 
 
 The friends that loved this noble boy, 
 
 How sad were they to hear 
 Of his death on a battle field : 
 
 His age was twenty years. 
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James B. Page was a fine young man 
 
 He went in the artillery ; 
 He served his time with all the rest, 
 
 To keep his country free. 
 Enos Page the youngest brother 
 
 His age was fourteen years 
 Made five sons in one family, 
 
 Went from Grand Rapids, here. 
 
 When Enos Page went from his home, 
 
 He was only a boy, you know ; 
 He stole away from his mother dear, 
 
 For he was bound to go. 
 She followed him to the barracks twice, 
 
 And took him home again ; 
 She found it was no use at last 
 
 With friends let him remain. 
 
 In Eight Michigan Cavalry 
 
 This boy he did enlist ; 
 His life was almost despaired of, 
 
 On account of numerous fits, 
 Caused by drinking water poisoned 
 
 Effects cannot outgrow ; 
 In northern Alabama, I hear, 
 
 There came this dreadful blow. 
 
 How joyful w r ere the parents of 
 
 Those noble soldier boys, 
 There was one missing of the five, 
 
 When- they returned from war. 
 The one that carried the Union flag 
 
 Lies in a Southern grave, 
 The other brothers came back home 
 
 To Grand Rapids, their native place. 
 
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GRAND RAPIDS. 
 
 AIR "Bright Alfaretta." 
 
 ILD roved the Indians once 
 
 On the banks of Grand River, 
 And they built their little huts 
 
 Down by that flowing river. 
 In a pleasant valley fair, 
 
 Where flows the river rapid, 
 An Indian village once was there, 
 
 Where now stands Grand Rapids. 
 
 Indian girls and boys were seen. 
 
 With their bow and quiver, 
 Riding in their light canoes 
 
 Up and down the river. 
 Their hearts were full of joy, 
 
 Happy voices singing 
 Made music with forest birds, 
 
 They kept the valley ringing. 
 
 Indians have left and gone 
 
 Beyond the Mississippi. 
 They called the river Owashtenong 
 
 Where stands this pleasant city. 
 Louis Campau the first white man 
 
 Bought land in Grand Rapids. 
 He lived and died, an honored man 
 
 By people of Grand Rapids. 
 
 When Campau came to the valley 
 
 No bridge was across the river ; 
 Indians in their light canoes 
 
 Rowed them o'er the water. 
 Railroads now from every way 
 
 Run through the city, Grand Rapids ; 
 The largest town in west Michigan 
 
 Is the city Grand Rapids. 
 
 17 
 
TEMPERANCE REFORM CLUBS. 
 
 AIR "Perhaps." 
 
 enterprising people r 
 In our cities and towns, 
 Have gone to organizing clubs 
 
 Of men that's fallen down ; 
 In estimation fallen low 
 
 Now they may rise again, 
 And be respected citizens 
 
 Throughout our native land. 
 CHORUS : The temperance reform club, 
 
 Forever may it stand, 
 And everyone that loves strong drink 
 
 Pray, join it heart and hand. 
 Then many a home will be bright, 
 
 And many a heart made glad, 
 It will be the greatest blessing 
 This nation ever had. 
 
 Manufacturers of strong drink 
 
 Can find better employ, 
 Than bring to ruin poor families, 
 
 And thousand souls destroy, 
 Likewise proprietors of saloons 
 
 Lose many a customer ; 
 Those men now rather stay'at home, 
 
 That place they now prefer. 
 CHORUS : 
 
 Don't be ashamed to wear your badge 
 
 Of ribbon on your breast, 
 It shows you've joined the club to be 
 
 A man among the rest. 
 Your kindred friends will love to see 
 
 You honored, sober man, 
 And all the friends that wish you well 
 
 Will help you if they can. 
 
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Perhaps you have a mother, 
 
 Likewise a sister, too; 
 Perhaps you have a sweetheart 
 
 That thinks the most of you. 
 Perhaps you have a loving wife, 
 
 And little ones at home, 
 Their hearts rejoice to see that you 
 
 Can let strong drink alone. 
 CHORUS : 
 
 Many a man joined the club 
 
 That never drank a drachm, 
 Those noble men were kind and brave 
 
 They care not for the slang 
 The slang they meet on every side : 
 
 " You're a reform drunkard, too ; 
 You've joined the red ribbon brigade, 
 
 Among the drunkard crew." 
 CHORUS : 
 
 It shows their hearts were very kind, 
 
 They wished to save poor souls 
 That loved the intoxication cup, 
 
 That signed the temperance roll. 
 Dear friends, ever keep rolling 
 
 The work you have begun, 
 Those noble men will not repent, 
 
 I hope, throughout our land. 
 CHORUS : 
 
 Dr. Reynolds is a noble man, 
 
 He has worked hard to save 
 Some people in our cities and towns, 
 
 From out a drunkard's grave. 
 There is other men to help him now, 
 
 He lectures not alone 
 Many a heart that blesses them 
 
 From out now happy homes. 
 
 19 
 
HIRAM HELSEL. 
 
 AIK " Three Grains of Corn." 
 
 was a boy, age fifteen years, 
 
 Hiram Helsel was his name, 
 And he was sick two years or so ; 
 
 He has left this world of pain ; 
 His friends they miss this lovely boy, 
 
 That was patient, kind and brave. 
 He left them all for him to mourn 
 
 He is sleeping in his grave. 
 
 He was a small boy of his age, 
 
 When he was five years or so 
 Was shocked by lightning while to play 
 
 And it caused him not to grow, 
 He was called little Hi. Helsel 
 
 By all friends that knew him well 
 His life was sad, as you shall hear, 
 
 And the truth to you I'll tell. 
 
 His parents parted when he was small, 
 
 And both are married again. 
 How sad it was for them to meet 
 
 And view his last remains. 
 He was living with his father then, 
 
 As many a friend can tell ; 
 'Tis said his father's second wife 
 
 That she did not use him well. 
 
 Just before little Hiram died 
 
 His uncle and aunt were there 
 He kissed them both bid them farewell, 
 
 They left him with a prayer. 
 Now he is gone, Oh ! let him rest; 
 
 His soul has found a haven, 
 For grief and woe ne'er enters there, 
 
 In that place called heaven. 
 
 20 
 
BEAUTIFUL TWENTY-SECOND. 
 
 To Original Music. 
 
 ^Tg^HE people in this nation, 
 vP Have kept for many years, 
 February twenty-second, 
 
 That day we love it dear. 
 It's^our.forefather's birthday, 
 Brave, noble Washington ; 
 And may we ever keep it, 
 Through all the years to come. 
 
 CHOEUS. Beautiful twenty-second, 
 Beautiful twenty-second, 
 May the people ever keep it, 
 Beautiful twenty-second. 
 
 One of the constitution builders, 
 
 Was that brave, noble man, 
 He fought under that dear flag 
 
 That's loved throughout our land. 
 He went through many battles, 
 
 He fought for liberty, 
 That this glorious republic 
 
 A nation great may be. 
 CHORUS 
 
 Oh, keep the twenty-second, 
 
 In honor to his name, 
 Who fought to gain our freedom 
 
 From England's British chains. 
 Now he is sweetly sleeping, 
 
 Brave, noble Washington, 
 May the people not forget him, 
 
 Columbia's noblest son. 
 CHORUS 
 
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WILLIAM UPSON. 
 AIR The Major's Only Son. 
 
 (OME all good people, far and near, 
 ' Oh, come and see what you can hear, 
 It's of a young man, true and brave, 
 Who is now sleeping in his grave. 
 
 Now, William Upson was his name 
 If it's not that it's all the same- 
 He did enlist in the cruel strife, 
 And it caused him to lose his life. 
 
 He was Jesse Upson's eldest son, 
 His father loved his noble son ; 
 This son was nineteen years of age, 
 In the rebellion he engaged. 
 
 His father said that he might go, 
 But his dear mother she said no. 
 " Stay at home, dear Billy," she said, 
 But oh, she could not turn his head. 
 
 For go he would, and go he did 
 He would not do as his mother bid, 
 For he went away down South, there 
 Where he could not have his mother's care. 
 
 He went to Nashville, Tennessee, 
 There his kind friends he could not see ; 
 He died among strangers, far away, 
 They knew not where his body lay. 
 
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He was taken sick and lived four weeks, 
 And oh, how his parents weep, 
 But now they must in sorrow mourn, 
 Billy has gone to his heaven home. 
 
 If his mother could have seen her son, 
 
 For she loved him, her darling one, 
 
 If she could heard his dying prayer, 
 
 It would ease her heart till she met him there. 
 
 It would relieved his mother's heart 
 
 To have seen her son from this world depart, 
 
 And hear his noble words of love, 
 
 As he left this world for that above. 
 
 It will relieve his mother's heart, 
 That her son is laid in our grave yard ; 
 Now she knows that his grave is near, 
 She will not shed so many tears. 
 
 She knows not that it was her son, 
 His coffin could not be opened 
 It might be some one in his place, 
 For she could not see his noble face. 
 
 He enrolled in eighteen sixty-three, 
 The next day after Christmas eve ; 
 He died is eighteen sixty-four, 
 Twenty-third of March, as I was told. 
 
 23 
 
DEAR LOVE, DO YOU REMEMBER? 
 
 f BAREST one, do you remember, 
 As we sat side by side, 
 How you told me that you loved me, 
 
 Asked me to be your bride. 
 And you told me we'd be happy, 
 Through all the years to come, 
 If we ever would prove faithful, 
 As in the days when we were young. 
 
 Oh ! how well do I remember, 
 
 The kind and loving words, 
 And now as I sat dreaming, 
 
 The thoughts my memory stirs. 
 But the days have passed before me, 
 
 And the scenes of long ago, 
 But I can never forget the 
 
 Days that have passed o'er. 
 
 Oh ! How clearly I remember 
 
 The days when we were young, 
 How we would tell to each other 
 
 Of happy times to come, 
 And as we would sit together, 
 
 That dear loved one and I, 
 Oh, sat dreaming of the future, 
 
 And childhood days gone by. 
 
 Dearest love, do you remember 
 
 The first time that we met 
 Our youthful days have gone, love, 
 
 I hope you love me yet, 
 Now we are growing old, love, 
 
 Our heads will soon be gray, 
 May we ever love each other 
 
 Till from earth we pass away. 
 
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HURRAH FOR COOPER AND GARY. 
 
 AIR" Rally 'Round the Flag, Bays" 
 
 'E will rally in the city, 
 
 We will gather from the farms, 
 Shouting equalization, 
 
 Greenbacks a legal tender, 
 Then the poor will get along, 
 
 The poor that dwell throughout our nation. 
 
 CHORUS : Three cheers for Cooper and Gary, 
 Hurrah, boys, hurrah ; 
 
 Three cheers for our nation, 
 In peace and in war ; 
 
 If it were not for our laboring men, 
 What would our nation do 
 
 Take this in consideration. 
 
 It is now one hundred years, 
 
 Or just one century, 
 Stood grand this good old nation, 
 
 And our forefathers fought 
 That we may not be a slave 
 
 A slave to the monarchy of England. 
 
 Revolutionary war was fought 
 
 With the British, this we hear, 
 To make this an independent nation ; 
 
 We, the independent men, 
 We will not be a slave, 
 
 To-bond holders in our nation. 
 
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The Republicans are for gold, 
 
 And the nation as it is ; 
 Take this in consideration. 
 
 In eighteen seventy -nine 
 Taxes must be paid in gold, 
 
 If Hayes and Wheeler gain election. 
 
 The Democrats are for gold, 
 
 Reform and economy ; 
 What better oif will be our nation, 
 
 If Tilden and Hendricks, 
 If they gain the day 
 
 Poor people will come to starvation. 
 
 Come, freeman, now arise, 
 Put your shoulder to the wheel 
 
 This Presidential election ; 
 Vote for an independent man, 
 
 One in favor of greenbacks, 
 In this great financial question. 
 
 Three cheers for Cooper and Cary, 
 May they keep marching on 
 
 Marching with God upon the right, boys, 
 May they conquer o'er their foes 
 
 And the cursed money rings 
 Right will yet conquer might, boys. 
 
MY INFANT DAYS. 
 AIR" The Rain upon the Roof." 
 
 'HEN I was a little infant, 
 
 And I lay in mother's arms, 
 Then I felt the gentle pressure 
 
 Of a loving mother's arms. 
 " Go to sleep my little baby, 
 
 Go to sleep," mamma would say ; 
 " Oh, will not my little lady 
 
 Go to sleep for ma to-day." 
 
 Oh ! my parents loved me dearly, 
 
 For I was their eldest born, 
 And they always called me Julia 
 
 In a mild and loving form. 
 My parents will not forget me, 
 
 Though I married and left their home. 
 For they can remember clearly 
 
 How with them I once did roam. 
 
 Oh ! my mother, how I love her, 
 Though her head is growing gray, 
 
 For in fancy I can see her 
 Bending o'er me night and day, 
 
 As she did when I was little, 
 Watching me in sleep and play 
 
 Mother now is growing feeble, 
 Now I will her love repay. 
 
 Oh ! my father, how I love him, 
 
 For he has worked hard for me, 
 For to earn my food and clothing, 
 
 In my little infancy. 
 And oh, I will not forget him, 
 
 "While on earth I do remain 
 May the God of heaven bless him 
 
 In this world of grief and pain. 
 
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ROLL ON TIME, ROLL ON. 
 
 Am " Rott on, Silver Moon." 
 OLL on time, roll on, as it always has done, 
 
 Since the time this world first begun ; 
 It can never change my love that I gave a dear man, 
 
 Faithful friend, I gave my heart and hand. 
 
 CHORUS : Koll on time, roll on, it can never turn back 
 
 To the time of my maiden days 
 To the time of my youth it can never turn back 
 When I wandered with my love, bright and gay, 
 
 I was happy then as a girl could ever be, 
 
 And live on this earth here below 
 I was happy as a lark and as busy as a bee, 
 
 For in fashion or in style I did not go. 
 
 My parents were poor and they could not dress me so, 
 For they had not got the money to spare, 
 
 And it may be better so, for I do not think fine clothes 
 Make a person any better than they are. 
 
 Some people are getting so they think a poor girl, 
 Though she be bright and intelligent and gay, 
 
 She must have nice clothes, or she is nothing in this world. 
 If she is not dressed in style every day. 
 
 Kemember never to judge people by their clothes, 
 
 For our brave, noble "Washington said, 
 " Honorable are rags, if a true heart they enclose," 
 
 And I found it was the truth when I married. 
 
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f 
 
 MINNIE'S DEPARTURE. 
 
 AIR " Mount Vernon." 
 
 DEAREST Minnie, she has left us, 
 r In this world of grief and woe, 
 But 'tis God that has bereft us, 
 He called her little soul to go. 
 
 Minnie's gone to dwell in heaven, 
 Where bright little angels reign. 
 
 Her little soul has reached a haven 
 Where there is no grief and pain. 
 
 God will bless his little treasures, 
 One by one, that come to Him; 
 
 Though she has left this world forever, 
 We will put our trust in Him. 
 
 Oh ! we loved our little dear one, 
 It's no human tongue can tell 
 
 God has called her to come to him, 
 Yet he doeth all things well. 
 
 Oh ! 'twas hard for us to leave her 
 In her little grave so low 
 
 Leave that little silent sleeper, 
 But 'tis there we all must go. 
 
 Oh ! we miss our little treasure, 
 And her loss we deeply feel- 
 When we think she's gone forever, 
 Tears there from our eyes will steal. 
 
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LOIS HOUSE. 
 
 AIK " Saphrona's Farewell." 
 
 OME all ye young people of every degree, 
 Come give your attention one moment to me ; 
 It's of a young couple I now will relate, 
 And of their misfortunes and of their sad fate. 
 
 One was a young damsel, both blooming and fair, 
 
 The other a young man, his beauty was rare ; 
 
 He loved this lady as he loved his own life 
 
 If God had not called her he would made her his wife. 
 
 He courted her a long time in triumph and glee, 
 But little did he think that she would soon leave, 
 Leave him in sorrow, forsaken, alone, 
 To mourn her departure, for she was going home : 
 
 Going home to her Father, that dwelleth on high, 
 Who gave her her life and who caused her to die, 
 And leave her true lover, one whom she could trust, 
 To moulder her fair form a while in the duet. 
 
 Lois House and Joy Morris were their names, I believe. 
 They loved each other dearly and never deceived, 
 But God he did part them, one which he laid low, 
 The other He left with his heart full of woe. 
 
 Joy laid her dying head on his bosom once more, 
 Pressed her to his heart as he had oft done before, 
 Saying " Dear Lois, are you going to leave me?" 
 " Yes, Joy, I can no longer stay here with thee !" 
 
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" Oh ! Joy, can't you give me up, dearest," said she ; 
 
 *' If you will say yes, love, I can leave in peace ; J 
 
 In heaven, love, I will be waiting for thee 
 
 Be true to our Savior you'll soon follow me." 
 
 " If I must say yes, love, for you to leave me 
 God will do better by you, Lois, than me ; 
 Oh! it's hard for me, dearest, hard to say yes, 
 It leaves me alone, love, in sad woefulness." 
 
 " I want your picture, Joy, placed in my cold hand, 
 And let it be buried with me in the ground ; 
 It's all I can carry with me to the grave 
 Grant it to me, love, it's all that I crave." 
 
 They called for her father and mother most dear, 
 
 She kissed them and bade them farewell thro' their tears ; 
 
 They called for her brother and sisters again, 
 
 To kiss their sister while life still remain. 
 
 " One kiss from you, Joy," she whispered so low, 
 That no one in the room heard her, you know ; 
 She gasped for her breath once or twice more, 
 When lo ! her spirit left her, and Lois is no more. 
 
 They placed her fair form in the coffin so cold, 
 And placed there Joy's picture as they had been told ; 
 They bore ker to her grave, all were in sad gloom, 
 And gently laid her down to rest in her tomb. 
 
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THE BRAVE VOLUNTEER. 
 
 T the time of the rebellion 
 Between the north and south, 
 Many a noble volunteer 
 
 Kent county did send out. 
 Among them was Chyler Davis, 
 
 He hailed from Oakfield town, 
 He enlisted in the service, 
 
 His native land to shield. 
 
 This brave and noble volunteer, 
 
 He left his home and friends, 
 For he dearly loved his country, 
 
 He went from Michigan. 
 Not thinking when he went down south, 
 
 The Federal ranks to fill, 
 That he would lay in prisons, 
 
 Belle Isle to Andersonville. 
 
 In prison cells lamenting, 
 
 For seventeen months he lay, 
 Thinking of the dear ones 
 
 At home so far away. 
 He lay in prison suffering, 
 
 No friend to hear him moan, 
 A living, walking skeleton, 
 
 He was when he came home. 
 
 He was discharged in Kansas, 
 
 The place called Fort Leavenworth, 
 And he did return to Oakfield, 
 
 The place he first went forth. 
 How joyful were his parents 
 
 When they saw their then lost one ; 
 The God of heaven was merciful 
 
 To let return their son. 
 
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LITTLE ANDREW. 
 
 AIR" Gypsy's Warning." 
 
 NDREW was a little infant, 
 
 And his life was two years old ; 
 He \vas his parents' eldest boy, 
 
 And he was drowned, I was told. 
 His parents never more can see him 
 
 In this world of grief and pain, 
 And Oh ! they will not forget him 
 
 While on earth they do remain. 
 
 On one bright and pleasant morning 
 
 His uncle thought it would be nice 
 To take his dear little nephew 
 
 Down to play upon a raft, 
 Where he was to work upon it, 
 
 And this little child would company be- 
 The raft the water rushed around it, 
 
 Yet he the danger did not see. 
 
 This little child knew no danger 
 
 Its little soul was free from sin 
 He was looking in the water, 
 
 When, alas, this child fell in. 
 Beneath the raft the water took him, 
 
 For the current was so strong, 
 And before they could rescue him 
 
 He was drowned and was gone. 
 
 Oh ! how sad were his kind parents 
 
 When they saw their drowned child, 
 As they brought him from the water, 
 
 It almost made their hearts grow wild. 
 Oh ! how mournful was the parting 
 
 From that little infant son. 
 Friends, I pray you, all take warning, 
 
 Be careful of your little ones. 
 
WILLIAM HOUSE AND FAMILY. 
 
 OME all kind friends, both far and near r 
 Come listen to me and you shall hear 
 It's of a family and their fate, 
 All about them I will relate. 
 
 They once did live at Edgerton, 
 .They once did live at Muskegon, 
 From there they went to Chicago, 
 Which proved their fatal overthrow. 
 
 It was William House's family, 
 As fine a family as you see 
 His family was eleven in all, 
 I do not think it was very small. 
 
 Two children died some years ago, 
 Before they went to Chicago, 
 Five children there he had with him, 
 When death his home there enters in. 
 
 The small-pox then was raging there, 
 And Oh ! it would not their house spare, 
 For all but one was sick of them, 
 A dreadful house it must have been. 
 
 The eldest girl was married then, 
 The eldest boy was in Michigan, 
 The second boy he was at home, 
 And took care of them all alone. 
 
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His father and his mother dear, 
 And dear sister, too, I hear. 
 Were very sick and in his care, 
 And no kind friends to help him there : 
 
 Two little brothers, and a baby too, 
 Made six in all what could he do, 
 He had to take care of them all, 
 The baby, too, was very smalL 
 
 As he would go to his father's bed, 
 And try to soothe his aching head, 
 " My son, I pray you leave me, do, 
 Go take care of poor mother too. " 
 
 " Your mother and sister need your care, 
 And your little infant brother there ; 
 Oh ! Charlie, Charlie, take care of them. 
 My son, do all for them you can." 
 
 It seemed as though he did not know 
 That his poor soul so soon must go, 
 And leave his little ones he loved, 
 To go to that bright world above. 
 
 But God he called his soul away, 
 It had to leave, it could not stay 
 He never more on earth will be, 
 His soul is from sin and sorrow free. 
 
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Charles helped the sexton, I am told, 
 To lay his form in the coffin cold 
 How sad, how sad, poor soul was he, 
 When last his father's form did see. 
 
 Minnie May House she had to go, 
 And leave her friends that loved her so 
 She was a girl just in her teens, 
 A lovely flower as e'er was seen. 
 
 Minnie and her mother lay on one bed, 
 And when Charles said, " our Minnie is dead," 
 His mother then she did grow wild, 
 And early after knew her child. 
 
 They buried Minnie by her father's side, 
 And left them there where they had died 
 Charles took his mother and brothers then 
 And brought them back to Michigan. 
 
 For the mother and the baby too, 
 Kind friends did all that they could do, 
 But those poor souls they could not save, 
 For now they're sleeping in their grave. 
 
 Oh ! what a noble son was he, 
 His age was then only sixteen 
 Charles House's name I have told before, 
 God bless his soul forever more. 
 
THE ORPHAN'S FRIEND. 
 
 [OME all kind, good people, 
 ' With sympathizing hearts, 
 Come listen to a few kind words 
 
 A friend to you imparts. 
 Be kind to an orphan child, 
 And always be its friend, 
 You will be happy in this world, 
 And will be to the end. 
 
 Be kind to the motherless, 
 
 Little motherless ones, 
 For God will forever bless 
 
 You in this world to come. 
 No kind and loving mother 
 
 To soothe their little brow, 
 Be kind to them always, friends, 
 
 They have no mother now. 
 
 Be kind to the fatherless, 
 
 Wherever you may find 
 One little one that is friendless, 
 
 I pray you all be kind. 
 For it has no loving father, 
 
 To speak with mild reproof, 
 Or guide its youthful footsteps 
 
 In honesty and truth. 
 
 Be kind to the little orphans, 
 
 They have no parents dear ; 
 Be kind to the little orphans, 
 
 Speak to them words of cheer, 
 Then they will always love you 
 
 For kind and gentle words, 
 Then God will ever bless you, 
 
 For He says so in His word. 
 
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THE TWO BRAVE SOLDIERS. 
 
 AIR: "The Texas Rangers." 
 
 dHyY friends, I pray you listen, 
 PU A story T will tell ; 
 
 It's of two noble soldiers, 
 
 And they were known full well ; 
 They were killed in the rebellion, 
 
 As you shall plainly hear, 
 Those brave and noble soldiers, 
 No danger did they fear. 
 
 They enlisted in Grand Rapids. 
 
 In eighteen and sixty-two, 
 'Twas in the month of August, 
 
 About the middle, too ; 
 These two brave, noble soldiers, 
 
 They joined the cavalry ; 
 They fought to save their country, 
 
 United it yet may be. 
 
 One of them, a single man, 
 
 His name was Martin House ; 
 The other one was married, 
 
 His name I'll tell you now. 
 Abram Bishop was his name ; 
 
 He was a Christian man ; 
 Two soldiers, they were brave, and 
 
 They hailed from Michigan. 
 
 When they left their native place, 
 
 Their friends to them did say ; 
 " Oh ! do not go to war boys, 
 
 You'd better with us stay ; 
 For if you join the army, 
 
 You never will return 
 To all your friends that love you, 
 
 You never will return." 
 
Young House spoke unto his friends : 
 
 " I'd rather go," said he, 
 "I have no wife and children 
 
 To weep and mourn for me. 
 I hear my country calling 
 
 For her sons of liberty, 
 And I, for one must go, friends, 
 
 A coward I cannot be." 
 
 "'We are not afraid of fighting 
 
 The rebels, no, not we ; 
 They're bound to make our country 
 
 A place for slaves to be. 
 Our fathers fought before us, 
 
 To gain our liberty, 
 And we, the sons of freemen, 
 
 Must fight to keep it free." 
 
 " Farewell, farewell to all our friends 
 
 That we may leave behind, 
 If we do never return, 
 
 We pray you bear in mind, 
 If God sees fit to call us, 
 
 We are not afraid to die ; 
 Our country, she is calling, 
 
 We must bid you all good bye." 
 
 It was in Old Virginia, 
 
 Those noble soldiers fell, 
 In the battle of Hanover town , 
 
 As many a man can tell. 
 They fought through many battles, 
 
 Obeyed their captain's call, 
 Alas ! the missies struck them , 
 
 And caused them both to fa 11. 
 
EARLY DAYS OF ROCKFORD 
 
 AIR -."Lucy Long." 
 
 ||kY friends, I pray you listen, 
 JCJ I'll sing a little song, 
 
 About the village of Rockford, 
 
 It will not take me long ; 
 And how it was first settled 
 
 By enterprising men, 
 And all the news about it, 
 I'll tell you if I can. 
 
 Situated in a wilderness, 
 
 With forests all around, 
 Thirteen miles from Grand Rapids, 
 
 Is this flourishing town. 
 On the banks of Rogue river, 
 
 Where runs the water still, 
 And in the early settled days, 
 
 Was called Laphamville. 
 
 First settled by Smith Lapham, 
 
 In eighteen and forty-three, 
 Then came the Hunter brothers 
 
 To keep him company. 
 Lapham and Hunter Brothers 
 
 Built each a shingle mill, 
 On the banks of Rogue river 
 
 Are the same old buildings still. 
 
 In the early days of Rockford 
 
 They had to run a stage, 
 They had no other conveyance 
 
 To get from place to place. 
 Now they go by railway, 
 
 The cars run night and day ; 
 The early days of Bockford 
 
 Have nearly passed away. 
 
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GRAND RAPIDS CRICKET CLUB. 
 
 *of N Grand Rapids is a handsome club, 
 @g Of men that cricket play, 
 As fine a set of skillful men 
 
 That can their skill display. 
 They are the champions of the West, 
 
 They think they are quite fine, 
 They've won a hundred honors well ; 
 It is their most cunning design. 
 
 Brave Kelso, he's considered great, 
 
 Chief of the club he is found ; 
 Great crowds he draws to see him bowl 
 
 The ball upon the ground. 
 And Mr. Follet is very brave, 
 
 A lighter player than the rest, 
 He got struck severe at the fair ground 
 
 For which he took a rest. 
 
 When Mr. Dennis does well play, 
 
 His courage is full great, 
 And accidents to him occur, 
 
 But not much, though, of late. 
 This ball play is a dangerous game, 
 
 Brave knights to play it though ; 
 Those boys would be the nation's pride, 
 
 If they to war would go. 
 
 From Milwaukee their club did come, 
 
 With thoughts of skill at play, 
 But beat they was, and then went home 
 
 Had nothing more to say. 
 Grand Rapids club that cricket play, 
 
 Will soon be known afar, 
 Much prouder do the members stand, 
 
 Like many a noble star. 
 
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LITTLE HENRY. 
 
 AIR "Minnie Lee." 
 
 kH ! come listen to my story 
 ' Of a little infant child 
 His spirit is in glory 
 
 It has left us for a while. 
 Death has robbed us of our Henry, 
 
 He is with our Savior now, 
 Where there is no pain or sorrow 
 Comes to cloud his little brow. 
 
 CHORUS : God has took their little treasure, 
 And his name I'll tell you now, 
 He haw gone from earth forever, 
 Their little Charles Henry House. 
 
 His cheeks were red as roses, 
 
 And his eyes were black as coals, 
 His little lips were red as rubies, 
 
 And his little hair it curled. 
 Oh, they called him little Charlie, 
 
 He was full of joyful mirth 
 Now his little form is lying 
 
 'Neath the cold and silent earth. 
 
 It was the eleventh of December, 
 
 On a cold and windy day, 
 Just at the close of evening, 
 
 When the sunlight fades away ; 
 Little Henry he was dying, 
 
 In his little crib he lay, 
 With soft winds round him sighing 
 
 From the morn till close of day. 
 
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Parents, brothers, sisters weeping, 
 
 For their cup of sorrow's full, 
 And his little playthings keeping, 
 
 That he thought so beautiful 
 Tears from parents' eyes were starting 
 
 For their little loving one. 
 Oh ! how painful was the parting 
 
 From their little infant son. 
 
 Oh ! how often have they kissed him, 
 
 And caressed his little brow 
 To his little voice have listened, 
 
 But his place is vacant now. 
 They called him little Charley, 
 
 And his loving name they called, 
 But they could not keep their darling 
 
 From the loving Savior's call. 
 
 But they must now cease their mourning, 
 
 His little soul is at rest, 
 Where there can no storms of trouble 
 
 Roll across his peaceful breast. 
 Now his little form is sleeping 
 
 In the cold and silent tomb, 
 And his friends are left a weeping, 
 
 In his dear and loving home. 
 
 It was the eleventh of December, 
 
 Eighteen seventy was the year, 
 Kind friends will all remember 
 
 Silently let fall a tear. 
 But we must not trouble borrow, 
 
 For the God of heaven is just ; 
 No one knows a parent's sorrow, 
 
 Till a child some friend have lost. 
 
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BE KIND TO THE LITTLE ONES. 
 
 AIR : "He Folds Them on His Bosom." 
 
 t f|)E kind to all little ones, 
 JpJ All fathers, mothers dear, 
 Be kind to your little ones, 
 
 Their little hearts to cheer. 
 For oh ! you know not how soon 
 
 Their place will vacant be ; 
 If God should call one to his home, 
 Your conscience would be free. 
 
 Their little forms are tender, 
 
 They're at your mercy now ; 
 They need your kind attention 
 
 To watch them every hour. 
 While they are little infants, 
 
 My friends, take time to spare : 
 Do not forget an instant, 
 
 To give them tender care. 
 
 God, he never did intend 
 
 You to misuse your child ; 
 Their little souls to you he sends 
 
 To bless you for awhile. 
 And if you always will be kind 
 
 To them, sweet little ones, 
 Oh ! what a blessing you will find 
 
 In after years to come. 
 
 You never, never will repent, 
 
 Dear friend, for being kind ; 
 Those little ones to you were sent, 
 
 And always bear in mind, 
 That God may call your little ones 
 
 And leave you here behind ; 
 Oh ! what a happy thought will come 
 
 I always have been kind. 
 
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RED RIBBON. 
 
 ^HE Reel Ribbon is all the go ; 
 ^ It's the temperance sign, you know ; 
 It is seen wherever you go, 
 
 On men who dare do right. 
 
 CHORUS : Dare to do right, 
 Dare to do right, 
 Let your motto ever be 
 Dare to do right. 
 
 It's no disgrace to wear thaf badge 
 Of red ribbon, dear youthful lad, 
 Your mother's heart it will make glad 
 To see you dare do right. 
 
 Young friend, don't fail to sign the pledge, 
 And don the badge of ribbon red, 
 And leave some ways you have led, 
 Always dare do right. 
 
 Friends that love you is glad to see 
 That you can let vile strong drink be ; 
 Their hearts rejoice in highest glee ' 
 To see you dare CTO right. 
 
 Three cheers for all red ribbon men, 
 And also those that is their friend ; 
 God will be with you to the end, 
 He's ever on the right. 
 
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CARRIE MONRCX 
 
 AIR" Belle Mahone." 
 
 [NCE there was a lady fair, 
 
 With black eyes and curly hair, 
 She has left this world of care, 
 Sweet Carrie Monro. 
 
 CHORUS : Sweet Carrie Monro, 
 Dear Carrie Monro, 
 And her friends will not forget 
 Sweet Carrie Monro." 
 
 Now those friends miss Carrie here, 
 For she was loved both far and near, 
 
 She has left them all in tears, 
 Sweet Carrie Monro. 
 
 Carrie's age was twenty-three, 
 A married lady, too, was she 
 
 A mournful parting had to be, 
 From Carrie Monro. 
 
 It's just before her spirit fled 
 Her husband stood by her bed ; 
 
 " Prove faithfijfc birdie, to me," said 
 Sweet Carrie Monro. 
 
 Sad will memory pass o'er 
 That loved form that is no more 
 
 She's waiting on the other shore, 
 Loved Carrie Monro. 
 
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LITTLE MINNIE. 
 
 AIR" In the Cottage by the Sea." 
 
 tOME listen to a painful story 
 v A mother is going to tell, 
 For her heart is over-flowing 
 
 For that one she loved so well. 
 It's of a little infant daughter. 
 
 Mild and lovely, bright and fair 
 She has left this world forever, 
 Left this world of grief and care. 
 
 CHORUS : Alone, all alone 
 
 In the grave yard she is sleeping, 
 That little one we loved so well- 
 God her little soul is keeping, 
 For he doeth all things well. 
 
 Oh ! how sadly we'll remember, 
 
 On a bright and pleasant day 
 It was the very last of summer 
 
 That her spirit fled away ; 
 Fled away from earth forever, 
 
 Gone to dwell with Him above, 
 Where little angels dwell together 
 
 In His everlasting love. 
 
 Oh ! we miss our little Minnie, 
 
 With blue eyes and flaxen hair 
 Oh, we loved our little Minnie, 
 
 And we miss her every where ; 
 Yes, we miss her at the table 
 
 Every morning, noon and night, 
 Where she sat with us together, 
 
 For she was our heart's delight. 
 
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On the twenty -fifth of August, 
 
 Eighteen hundred and seventy-three, 
 God he called her then to leave us, 
 
 And a parting had to be. 
 As the day it was declining, 
 
 The sun was down behind the trees, 
 Little Minnie she was dying, 
 
 Her little soul it had to leave. 
 
 Left this world of earthly trouble 
 
 And her friends that loved her dear. 
 Father, mother, sister, brother, 
 
 Her place with them is vacant here. 
 Her little soul is at rest forever 
 
 In our Father's heavenly home, 
 Her little form is sweetly sleeping 
 
 In the cold and silent tomb. 
 
 Oh ! she was our eldest daughter, . 
 
 She was handsome to behold 
 Every one that knew her loved her, 
 
 And her age was four years old. 
 And we miss her merry laughter, 
 
 Through the house she used to roam- 
 That little one, we'll not forget her 
 
 In our dear and loving home. 
 
 Oh ! how oft-times we have kissed her 
 
 And caressed her little form 
 God of heaven knows we loved her 
 
 From the day that she was born. 
 On a day of independence, 
 
 Eighteen hundred and sixty-nine, 
 God he gave to us a present 
 
 Of that little girl so fine. 
 
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CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION. 
 
 YN the year eighteen seventy-six, 
 ^) A Fourth of July celebration 
 Was held in Grand Rapids city 
 
 In honor to our nation. 
 The largest city in the county of Kent, 
 
 Is this city, and it is respected, 
 For thousands of people was here to see 
 The beautiful arch erected. 
 
 The Centennial arch on Campau Place 
 
 Was the most principal feature ; 
 It was a grand beautiful sight 
 
 To all human sensitive creatures ; 
 To all the people that loved to read 
 
 The mottoes on it painted, 
 The engravings, too, and tell 
 
 What each one represented. 
 
 The paintings and mottoes on the arch 
 
 Was viewed by many people ; 
 It was Colonel Joseph Penney 's design, 
 
 And his work could not be equalled. 
 Mr. C. H. Gifford was architect, 
 
 He formed the noble structure, 
 A memento to the Centennial year, 
 
 A pride of our nation's culture. 
 
 A cabin was built, too, I believe, 
 
 That nicely represented 
 One that the traders built years ago, 
 
 This was the only one invented. 
 
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Ten thousand people respected it, 
 This token of early years, with pay ; 
 
 The honor of this little hut 
 Was due to Mr. Godfroy. 
 
 The stars and stripes was honored, too, 
 
 For from a thousand windows waving, 
 That dear old flag, red, white and blue, 
 
 That's loved throughout our nation ; 
 That same flag for one hundred years 
 
 Has waved over our nation ; 
 May God let it forever wave 
 
 Over our Union celebration. 
 
 The people in the city, friends, 
 
 Was an honor to our nation. 
 For they all joined heart and hand 
 
 In our Union celebration. 
 Some gave money, others labor, 
 
 To maintain what was intended. 
 It was a success, some people said, 
 
 Who here that day attended. 
 
 That day will never be forgot 
 
 By the people of Kent county, 
 God bless the people who joined that day 
 
 In the honor of our country. 
 The people in the city, friends, 
 
 Dearly loved this nation, 
 For they saved no time or expense 
 
 In our Centennial celebration. 
 
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MARYETTE MYERS. 
 
 AIR" Lily of the West." 
 [OME all you sympathizing friends, wherever you may be, 
 
 Fpray you pay attention and listen unto me; 
 For it's of a fair young lady, she died, she went to rest, 
 She was called handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. 
 Her name was Maryette Myers, and her age I do not know. 
 Her cheeks were red as roses, her eyes were black as sloes ; 
 She was loved by all surrounding friends, and some that 
 
 loved her best, 
 They called her handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. 
 
 She was a fair young damsel as ever you wish to see, 
 And in the circle of her friends they miss her company ; 
 They miss the merry laughter of that loved one gone to rest, 
 They called her handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. 
 
 She was before the looking glass, poor girl, her hair to comb, 
 She was taken blind, she nearly fell, she only gave a moan, 
 Her friends they caught her in their arms and laid her 
 
 down to rest, 
 
 She was the handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. 
 She was away from home, and her mother dear had come 
 To see her darling daughter, her dear loving one ; 
 She left a true lover, a lover with the rest, 
 That loved this handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. 
 " She was buried on her wedding day," these words a 
 
 friend gave, 
 
 Her lover went .as a mourner, a mourner to her grave, 
 His name was Forest Dilly, a young man over west, 
 He loved this handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. 
 
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THE DEAR OLD FLAG. 
 
 |VH ! we love that dear old flag, 
 * That our forefathers gave 
 Over one hundred years ago, boys, 
 
 They once stood under that dear flag, 
 But now they are in their graves, 
 Sleeping their everlasting sleep, boys. 
 
 CHORUS : The Union forever, 
 
 Hurrah, boys, hurrah ; 
 Down with the traitors, 
 
 Up with the stars ; 
 For we love that dear old flag 
 
 That our fathers fought to save 
 When they were fighting^for our freedom. 
 
 We will rally around its standard 
 
 Every Fourth day of July, 
 For we dearly love our nation ; 
 
 We love to see the stars and stripes 
 A waving up on high 
 
 Over our Union celebration. 
 
 Three cheers for the Union 
 
 And the red, white and blue, 
 And our forefathers that formed the constitution ; 
 
 May the flag forever wave 
 O'er our native land so true, 
 
 May God protect our flag and nation. 
 
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LIBBY .PRISON. 
 
 AIR" The Soldier's Orphan Boy" 
 
 kOWN south the Libby prison stood, 
 ' The rebels' filthy den ; 
 Rebs in battle prisoners took 
 
 Of course our union men. 
 And our brave boys, hearty and hale, 
 
 To prison had to go, 
 And few have lived to tell the tale 
 
 Of misery and woe. 
 
 This prison was a horrid place, 
 
 Many brave boys died there, 
 In rags and filth and wretchedness. 
 
 They died for want of care, 
 Many a brave and noble man, 
 
 As he lay sick and sore, 
 Was thinking of his friends and home 
 
 He never would see more. 
 
 Fathers, brothers, young husbands dear 
 
 Went through that prison door 
 Some lived to return home, we hear, 
 
 And others are no more. 
 Many a noble soldier died 
 
 In Libby prison cell, 
 And comrades perish'd side by side, 
 
 As many a man can tell. 
 
 No loving hand was near a couch 
 
 To bathe an aching head 
 No loving friend to watch the hours, 
 
 Or soothe their dying bed ; 
 No friend to wipe the fallen tears 
 
 From off the dewy face 
 No loving kindred was there near 
 
 To mark their resting place. 
 
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HATTIE HOUSE. 
 
 AIR "Lilly Dale." 
 
 [OME all kind friends, wherever you may be, 
 
 Come listen to what I say, 
 It's of a little girl that was pleasant to see, 
 
 And she died while out doors at play. 
 
 CHORUS : 
 Oh ! Hattie, dear Hattie, 
 
 Sweet little Hattie House 
 May the flowers ever bloom o'er the little tomb, 
 
 Of our loved one, Hattie House. 
 
 She had blue eyes and light flaxen hair, 
 
 Her little heart was liglit and gay, 
 She said to her mother, that morning fair, 
 
 " Mother, can I go out and play ?" 
 
 Her mother tied her bonnet on, 
 
 Not thinking it would be the last 
 She would ever see her dear little one 
 
 In this world, little Hattie House. 
 
 She left the house, this dear little girl, 
 
 On that bright and pleasant day 
 She went to play with two little girls 
 
 That were near about her age. 
 
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She was not gone but a little while 
 When they heard her playmates call 
 
 Her friends hastened there to save the child, 
 Alas, she was dead and gone. 
 
 Those little girls will not forget 
 
 The day little Hattie died, 
 For she was with them when she fell in a fit, 
 
 While playing by their side. 
 
 She was her parent's only child, 
 And her age was near six years, 
 
 And now she has left them for a while 
 Left all her friends in tears. 
 
 She has left this world of grief and woe, 
 Dear friends, she has left behind 
 
 She is waiting on the other shore, 
 To meet them bye and bye. 
 
 One fine morning, the fifth of July, 
 The summer flowers were in bloom, 
 
 Eighteen seventy-one, little Hattie died, 
 And is sleeping in her tomb. 
 
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LITTLE SUSAN. 
 
 AIK " The Pride of OaMair." 
 
 |NCE there was a little girl 
 
 And her friends loved her dear 
 Her parents loved their little one. 
 
 She did their hearts cheer. 
 They loved their little darling, 
 
 As with them she did roam, 
 They called her little Susan, 
 
 The pride of their home. 
 
 Blue eyes had little Susan, 
 
 And light flaxen hair, 
 And she was a pleasant child to see, 
 
 So beautiful and fair. 
 With her parents she will never more 
 
 On earth with them roam 
 They loved their little Susan, 
 
 The pride of their home. 
 
 Her parents had more children, 
 
 There were nine of them all 
 There are eight of them living, 
 
 For God but one called. 
 The flower of their family" 
 
 God called to his home, 
 It was their little Susan, 
 
 The pride of their home. 
 
 Her friends will not forget her, 
 
 Though she died years ago 
 It was John H. Moore's daughter, 
 
 Her age was four years old. 
 She is waiting in heaven, 
 
 Waiting for her friends to come 
 And be with their little Susan, 
 
 The pride of their home. 
 
YOUNG HENRY. 
 
 AIR : " Drummer Boy of Waterloo." 
 
 TUNG Henry was as faithful boy 
 As ever stood on the American soil, 
 And he did enlist, without a doubt, 
 When the rebellion was broke out. 
 
 He was his parents' only son, 
 And only child he was but one, 
 That was a girl aged seventeen, 
 
 Henry called her his May Queen. 
 
 
 
 Young Henry said, " Dear sister May, 
 What do you think my friends will say ? 
 For now my name is on the roll, 
 And I down south will have to go." 
 
 " I hear my country's call," said he, 
 
 " For all her sons of liberty, 
 
 And I, forever, will prove true 
 
 To that dear old flag, red, white and blue. 
 
 " I love my father and mother dear, 
 I leave you, May, their hearts to cheer ; 
 When I am gone, pray do not mourn 
 If I should never return home." 
 
 His sister then to him did say, 
 " My only brother, blithe and gay, 
 Our country calls, calls from afar ; 
 May God protect you through the war." 
 
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Their father hearing all was said, 
 It made his noble heart grow sad ; 
 " My children, I love both of you, 
 And yet I love my country too." 
 
 " My son, if I was young again, 
 I never could at home remain, 
 And see my native land, now free, 
 Dissolved and made in slavery." 
 
 Young Henry left his father's home, 
 And left his friends for him to mourn, 
 A captain of a little band, 
 He marched away from Michigan. 
 
 In the battle of Fredericksburg, 
 
 Above the battle roar was heard, 
 
 " Fight on ! fight on ! brave boys," he cried, 
 
 " I am shot and wounded, and must die." 
 
 They placed his head upon the grass, 
 So he could see his brave boys pass ; 
 ".Go tell my father, Henry's slain 
 To keep him from the rebels' chain." 
 
 They dug his grave beneath that spot, 
 They wrapped him in his soldier's coat, 
 And while the battle drums they heard, 
 They laid him low at Fredericksburg. 
 
ASHTABULA DISASTER. 
 
 AIR " Gentty Down the Stream of Time" 
 
 |LAVE you heard of the dreadful fate 
 f Of Mr. P. P. Bliss and wife? 
 Of their death I will relate, 
 
 And also others lost their life ; 
 Ashtabula Bridge disaster, 
 
 Where so many people died 
 Without a thought that destruction 
 Would plunge them 'neath the wheel of tide. 
 
 CHORUS : Swiftly passed the engine's call, 
 Hastening souls on to death, 
 Warning not one of them all ; 
 It brought despair right and left. 
 
 Among the ruins are many friends, 
 
 Crushed to death amidst the roar ; 
 On one thread all may depend, 
 
 And hope they've reached the other shore. 
 P. P. Bliss showed great devotion 
 
 To his faithful wife, his pride, 
 When he saw that she must perish, 
 
 He died a martyr by her side. 
 
 P. P. Bliss went home above 
 
 Left all friends, earth and fame, 
 To rest in God's holy love ; 
 
 Left on earth his work and name. 
 

 The people love his work by numbers, 
 It is read by great and small, 
 
 He by it will be remembered, 
 He has left it for us all. 
 
 His good name from time to time 
 
 Will rise on land and sea ; 
 It is known in distant climes, 
 
 Let it echo wide and free. 
 One good man among the number, 
 
 Found sweet rest in a short time, 
 His weary soul may sweetly slumber 
 
 Within the vale, heaven sublime. 
 
 Destruction lay on every side, 
 
 Confusion, fire and despair ; 
 No help, no hope, so they died, 
 
 Two hundred people over there. 
 Many ties was there broken, 
 
 Many a heart was filled with pain, 
 Each one left a little token, 
 
 For above they live again. 
 
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 WRITTEN BY THE AVTHOR. 
 
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 HER SECOND BOOK. 
 
 GRAND RAPIDS, MICH. 
 C. M. LOOMIS, PRINTER, 23 MONROE ST., 
 
 1878. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 KIND FRIENDS : All of you which peruse my 
 works will find a great many thing in this book to 
 please you, especially the words I have took the time 
 to say to the public. If all books could be read as I </ 
 am sure you love to read this one, there might be 
 less ignorance and crime in the world, and I would 
 be well paid for the valuable time I have spent in 
 doing good to mankind. 
 
 JULIA A. MOORE. 
 
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ADDRESS TO THE PUBLIC. 
 
 DEAR READERS : I wrote that little volume of 
 poems without a thought of the future or what the 
 public would think of me. I have found to my 
 sorrow that the public thinks I am a fool. I was very 
 foolish, I admit, in signing my original name to that 
 little book, when a fictitious name would have done 
 just as well. And another foolish act was when I 
 told where I resided. But it is done and can not be 
 helped, and now I must stand the abuse of the press 
 to pay me for my thoughtlessness. Very few people 
 get through this world without committing some act 
 they are sorry for afterwards. If I were the only one 
 in this world who had committed an error, I should 
 go wild over what I have done. While writing the 
 poems in that little book I never thought of the 
 future or of fame. I wrote them to please a few 
 intimate friends, and thus kept writing one after 
 another till I had quite a collection, and through the 
 ardent desire of friends I concluded to have them 
 published. I wrote some of those poems when quite 
 
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 young, and I had them published just as they were 
 written. I wished for something different from all 
 other literary work, something to catch the public 
 eye, and I think I have it in that little book. Its 
 rare combination has caused a great many literary 
 people to laugh at my ignorance, yet, at the same 
 time, some of them could not help thinking that the 
 sentiments were good, although so rarely constructed 
 in poetry. That little book reminds me of what I 
 have heard said about my uncle when a boy while 
 learning music. He had been learning a very diffi 
 cult piece of music. He had learned it so he could 
 play it quite well. He said to the professor, "what 
 do you think of it." The gentleman smiled and said, 
 "my boy, the work is well laid, but it needs a little 
 more filling." Now, dear readers, that is just what 
 is the trouble with my little book. It needs a little 
 more filling. Poetry, in its high perfection, is 
 thought, feeling, imagination and music expressed 
 in versification. The individual that can, with 
 science, combine these four properties together in 
 \ good moral sense, and make it beneficial to mankind, 
 I is indeed a true poet. Literary is a work very 
 (. difficult to do. It needs to be thoroughly studied to 
 I make it as it should be. There are two different 
 I fountains from whence inspiration flows to the writer, 
 
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 the intellect and the heart, thought and feeling. 
 Thought makes the best artist, has greater fore 
 thought, a wiser command of means, gives greater 
 completeness, higher finish. But the heart has a 
 power even greater than this ; a power of life and 
 soul, swaying the entire human sympathy and action. 
 It has more freshness, more originality, more sincer 
 ity. Its highest influence is more enduring, and it ] 
 effects the human mind and draws the soul of one 
 being nearer to another, and nearer to Him who 
 gave it. Thought sees truth and reveals it, or often 
 conceals it. Heart feels truth itself, and, with a 
 generous fullness of eloquence all its own, to which \ 
 no force feeling can ever attain, compel conviction. 
 Many a highly polished, classic sonnet, lies in cold 
 neglect on the J ibrary shelf, while the humble ballad, 
 full of true natural feeling, is preserved in affection 
 ate living rememberance. It is read and appreci 
 ated. What a person writes from intellect only may 
 be foreign to his own life, a work wholly artificial. 
 It is a work of the head only. It may be very skill 
 fully formed, quite faultless in tone, it may be sue- J 
 cessful in its way, but the soul and spirit will be wanting ) 
 to make the work elegant. What is written from the ) 
 heart must have the same coloring as the character ) 
 of the writer. True natural feeling flows freely from J 
 
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 the innermost nature and carries with it something 
 of the inherent force of truth. Where both powers 
 are called into action, where a strong intellect plans 
 and a noble and generous heart works, there we may 
 look for a great literary work. Thus imitation can 
 never attain the highest and most elegant production. 
 Genius is something nature gives to all human beings. 
 Some people use it one way, some another, some 
 abuse it, others apply it in its high perfection. 
 Genius, with science applied to all work, either 
 manual or mental, is indeed highly beneficial to all 
 mankind. The youth of to-day may become great 
 with the aid of industry and truth. Without these 
 two properties we can not accomplish any thing of 
 any merit. Merit is gained only by our own en 
 deavors, and we should try at all times to accomplish 
 that which is beneficial to ourselves and the rising 
 generation. The hour when our young people leave 
 their comfortable homes to enter upon the cares of 
 life often forms a crisis in their careers. It is a period 
 to which they have looked forward with large hopes, 
 and to which they will look back in all their future 
 career with deep interest. They are now called to 
 act for themselves, to stand alone. Parents' arms no 
 longer sustain them, their mother's love no longer 
 shields them ; but from homes of affection and quiet 
 
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 they venture out into the cold and stormy world, 
 where fierce temptations will assail and bitter trial 
 may await them. Much, very much, depends on 
 their earliest impressions, their first steps, for these 
 will shape their paths and affect their character to the 
 end. We should not cause any act of ours to mar 
 their career or sadden their lives. We should help 
 to sustain them in all their good works and by so 
 doing we will be fulfilling one of the best offices to 
 humanity. We should live peacefully together and 
 work our way up honestly and industriously until 
 we gain the height of distinction, for no one will give 
 us wealth or fame without working for it. We should 
 not trouble ourselves about our neighbors' affairs, but 
 let every one do as they please. It is all we can do 
 to clean the weeds from our own garden, yet how 
 often we look in our neighbor's and see the weeds 
 growing and think if they were in ours we would pull 
 them up and in their place plant flowers. Now, dear 
 readers, perhaps you have seen a few persons weeding 
 in my literary garden. I think when they have 
 finished there will be but little left for me to do. 
 Some newspapers have ridiculed me as being a 
 farmer's wife. Readers, I am a farmer's wife and 
 I'm honored by the name. People with good sense 
 will not say aught against the farmers, for they are 
 
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 the fountain and source of all national and foreign 
 commerce. If it were not for the farmers what 
 would the people in the cities do. Commerce would 
 be affected to a great degree. The people may have 
 money but it would be of no use to them. I have 
 heard some young men say, "I would not be a 
 farmer for anything. ' ' Suppose all young men should 
 say so. What would become of the world? It 
 would go down to degradation. People would die 
 for want of food. No, we want more farmers and 
 less lawyers, then this country would prosper and 
 soon would be able to pay her great debt. Educa 
 tion is needed ; it enriches the mind and decorates 
 the person with something that the world can not 
 take from us. Education is required in farming as 
 well as in any other occupation. Some young men 
 of to-day would find it very profitable in the future 
 if they would become farmers and till the beautiful 
 land we inherited from our fathers. There are thou 
 sands of acres waiting for the ax and the plow. Our 
 forefather, George Washington, and likewise Andrew 
 Jackson, Daniel Webster and several others that I 
 could mention, were farmers and they became famous, 
 and some of them (as we all know) arose to be 
 President of our nation. Yet some of them after 
 living in the "White House" returned to the farm. 
 
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 Yes, after being in the highest office in the country 
 took farming as their choice ; and were they thought 
 any the less of for being farmers? Were their wives 
 thought any the less of for being mere farmers' 
 wives? They were industrious ; and what is it that 
 raises young people from proverty to wealth, from 
 obscurity to never-dying fame; what, but industry? 
 Sons and daughters may be born of humble parents 
 and in humble circumstances ; born in some narrow 
 and obscure corner of the earth ; are they compelled 
 to stay there? Did Providence mean they should 
 raise no higher ? We think not ; they may become 
 great and good by their own endeavors in industry. 
 Industry is the hand-maid to wealth, and honest 
 wealth cannot be gained without her assistance. 
 Every important work requires certain mental and 
 moral qualifications in the agency employed. The 
 greatest work of to-day is the temperance work. 
 The theologists are industriously working for the 
 reformation in man, and for the benefit of the little 
 ones in our midst, whose tender ages need a kind 
 and loving father to guide their youthful footsteps in 
 the paths of honest industry and truth. May they 
 keep working until reformation is truly gained 
 throughout our land, then we would have truly a 
 happy land, and all the little children that have 
 
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 parents would have a happy home, and Willie and 
 Nellie would have their wish. 
 
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 < WILLIE'S AND NELLIE'S WISH." 
 
 Willie and Nellie, one evening sat 
 By their own little cottage door; 
 
 They saw a man go staggering by- 
 Says Willie, " that's Mr. Lanore; 
 
 He is just going home from town, where 
 He has been in a saloon. 
 
 When Maggie and I came from school, 
 Said Maggie, ' please papa, come home. ' 
 
 " She asked him again, again, to come home. 
 
 At last he got angry, and said : 
 ' Maggie, go home don't bother me so; 
 
 Go home now, and shut up your head.' 
 Poor girl, she came weeping all the way, 
 
 As though her poor heart would break. 
 She could not play, not a word would say ; 
 
 With playmates no pleasure could take." 
 
 "'Tis the same child," Willie replied; 
 
 "I'm sorry for Maggie Lanore. 
 I wish her papa would sign the pledge, 
 
 And try to be a man once more. 
 
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 He drinks up all the money he earns, 
 In whiskey, rum, gin and beer ; 
 
 His home is a home of poverty, 
 Made so by his own career." 
 
 Says Nellie, " I wish Mr. Lanore 
 
 Would go to the meeting to-night, 
 And hear the temperance lecture ; 
 
 Then perhaps he would try to do right. 
 One more little home of happiness, 
 
 Would be in our midst, I am sure ; 
 Then Maggie Lanore could say with joy, 
 
 ' My papa don't drink any more.' ' 
 
 Said Nellie, "I told her never mind, 
 
 We would be her friends evermore ; 
 I hoped her papa would sign the pledge, 
 
 Then he would not drink any more. 
 Then smiling through her tears, she said, 
 
 ' The temperance pledge, you mean ; 
 If papa would sign it, then mamma 
 
 And I will take comfort, I ween.' ' 
 
 " I wonder," says Nellie, " can it be, 
 The same child I saw go to school ? 
 
 She wore ragged clothes. I saw her toes 
 Were peeping out of her old shoes. 
 
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 She has curly hair, and mild blue eyes ; 
 
 Can this child be Maggie Lanore ? 
 If it is her, I sincerely wish 
 
 Her papa won't drink any more." 
 
 THE SOUTHERN SCOURGE. 
 
 The yellow fever was raging, 
 
 Down in the sunny south ; 
 And in many of the cities, 
 
 There was a death at every house. 
 This plague a war was raging, 
 
 With the lives of people there ; 
 The young and old were stricken down, 
 
 And lay in sad despair. 
 
 No comfort, all was misery 
 
 In many a southern home. 
 Where once was peace and quietness, 
 
 Now in distress are thrown ; 
 For death the house has visited, 
 
 And caused the inmates to mourn 
 The loss of some dear loving friend, 
 
 That on earth no more shall roam. 
 
 Some people in delirium, 
 
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 Have wandered from their home ; 
 Have wandered to a vacant house, 
 
 And there have died alone, 
 With no kind friend to care for them, 
 
 Or close their dying eyes. 
 Oh God ! in horrid misery 
 
 Hundreds of people died. 
 
 There were many whole families 
 
 Taken down sick in a day ; 
 With no one to care for them. 
 
 In death they passed away. 
 Their spirits arose to God above, 
 
 Where sickness is no more ; 
 Where peace and comfort ever reign, 
 
 On Heaven's blissful shore. 
 
 There is many a southern city 
 
 To-day is filled with woe, 
 And many of the inhabitants 
 
 Have wandered to and fro 
 To nurse the sick and dying 
 
 The dead for the grave prepare. 
 They tried to do their duty, 
 
 With hearts filled with despair. 
 
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 The Howard Association 
 
 Have been doing all they can, 
 To keep the " plague " from raging 
 
 Throughout the southern land ; 
 They nursed the sick, they fed the poor, 
 
 They work both night and day, 
 This brave band in the southern scourge 
 
 Heroic courage display. 
 
 This noble band of charity 
 
 Have went from house to house, 
 To ease the sad misery of 
 
 The sufferers at the south ; 
 Sad scenes of death and suffering 
 
 Each day they must endure, 
 As in the daily rounds they went 
 
 Among the afflicted poor. 
 
 The noble northern people 
 
 Have helped them all they can, 
 In money, food and clothing 
 
 Which they had at their command ; 
 There is many a southern person 
 
 That will bless this Howard band, 
 For their noble deeds of charity 
 
 To the sufferers of their land. 
 
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 LITTLE CHARLIE HADES, 
 
 Little Charlie Hades has gone 
 
 To dwell with God above, 
 Where live the little angel throng 
 
 In perfect peace and love. 
 His little spirit now is free, 
 
 Free from all earthly pain ; 
 His little form no more can be 
 
 In the bright earth again. 
 
 His little life was short on earth, 
 
 Being but three years old ; 
 His little form so full of mirth, 
 
 Now the cold earth enfold. 
 In her embrace she gently keeps 
 
 His form she calls her own, 
 There sweetly sleeping his last sleep. 
 
 Quietly all alone. 
 
 His laughing eyes of violet blue, 
 
 Are closed in deep repose ; 
 His curly hair of coal black hue, 
 
 His little head inclose. 
 In beauty he was bright and fair, 
 
 He was his friends' delight ; 
 They miss his footsteps everywhere, 
 
 From morning until night. 
 
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 That innocent voice full of glee, 
 
 On earth is heard no more ; 
 That precious soul from sin is free, 
 
 And will be evermore. 
 His parents mourn for Charlie dear, 
 
 Their loving little one ; 
 And oft times they will shed a tear 
 
 For their little infant son. 
 
 GENTLY ON THE STREAM OF TIME. 
 Gently on the stream of time, 
 
 We are floating day by day, 
 In life's native boats sublime 
 
 We'll soon anchor in the bay. 
 We'll soon anchor in the haven, 
 
 Where the weary are at rest, 
 In that blissful port called Heaven, 
 
 Where are roaming now the blest. 
 
 CHORUS : 
 
 Be gentle, time be gentle with us, 
 
 While we are on life's troubled stream, 
 May life's foaming billows o'er us 
 Break away as day serene. 
 
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 Gently on the stream of time, 
 We will swiftly glide along, 
 
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 Till we reach the realm divine, 
 
 Then we'll join the heavenly throng, 
 
 Where our friends have gone before us 
 Waiting on the other shore. 
 
 In that home they sing in chorus, 
 " Welcome home the rich and poor." 
 
 Gently on the stream of time, 
 
 We shall shortly pass away, 
 We shall reach the heavenly clime 
 
 If God's commands we obey. 
 Gently on the stream of time 
 
 We are going one by one, 
 Listening to the evening chime 
 
 On life's journey going home. 
 
 / WONDER WHERE MY PAPA IS? 
 
 I wonder where my papa is, 
 
 Oh, where could he have gone, 
 I wonder why he does not come 
 
 And see his Lilly Long. 
 He would come and sit by me 
 
 When the fever burnt my brow, 
 I wonder where my papa is, 
 
 For he comes not near me now. 
 
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 I hear no more the foot pace 
 
 In the hall by my door, 
 Where he would gently, gently tread 
 
 Upon the oaken floor. 
 His place is vacant by the hearth, 
 
 There stands his easy chair ; 
 I hear no more his loving voice 
 
 Raising the evening prayer. 
 
 The last time I saw my papa dear 
 
 Was just Jive days ago, 
 He took me in his arms and said, 
 
 " You are getting better slow, 
 Thank God, my little Lilly pet 
 
 Will soon be well again, 
 And run about the house and play 
 
 With little Nettie Lane." 
 
 I wonder where my papa is, 
 
 Oh, where could he have gone, 
 It cannot be he has forgotten 
 
 His little Lilly Long. 
 No, he never would have left me 
 
 And mamma without aid ; 
 I fear my papa has fallen 
 
 A victim of the " plague." 
 
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 The mother listened to her child, 
 
 Her heart filled with pain 
 To hear her loved one mourn for him 
 
 Who would never come again. 
 Tears were falling from her eyes, 
 
 From her bossom heaved a sigh ; 
 Little Lilly asked in wonder, 
 
 11 Mamma dear, what makes you cry?' 
 
 " Dearest Lilly must I tell you 
 
 That your papa is no more, 
 That he can not come and see you 
 
 And caress you as of yore. 
 He has gone to live with Jesus, 
 
 In the heavenly home above, 
 Where are dwelling the blessed 
 
 In God's everlasting love." 
 
 Lilly listened to her mother, 
 
 She uttered not a sound, 
 O'er her little pale cheeks softly 
 
 Tears began to trinkle down 
 At last she sweetly murmured, 
 
 " Mamma dear, you and I 
 Must live so we can meet papa 
 
 In Heaven, by and by." 
 
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 " Yes, my child," the mother answered, 
 
 ' ' Your words are very true, 
 While we live on earth we should keep 
 
 The heavenly land in view ; 
 Then bright on earth will be our future, 
 
 Bright as a shining star; 
 We will live in love together, 
 
 Till we reach that home afar. 
 
 ANDRE W JA CKSON. 
 
 On the life of Andrew Jackson, 
 
 Now dear people I will write, 
 And in sketches, I will tell you 
 
 His career with great delight. 
 His career on earth is ended ; 
 
 But his name is ever bright, 
 And his memory is cherished 
 
 As a great glorious knight. 
 
 The early life of Andrew Jackson, 
 
 Its marked in high renown, 
 As a lover of his couutry 
 
 He proved steadfastly profound, 
 Through kind teaching of his mother, 
 
 That patriot lady brave ; 
 His mind strengthened by her wisdom, 
 
 Ere she sank into her grave. 
 
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 Ah, in manhood, Andrew Jackson. 
 
 Was a daring fearless man ; 
 With a strong iron will commanding, 
 
 He was loved throughout our land. 
 He was kind and generous hearted 
 
 In his military acts, 
 Yet was stubborn, while commanding, 
 
 And no courage did he lack. 
 
 At middle age, Andrew Jackson 
 
 Was a noble warlike man, 
 And was capable of handling 
 
 The army at his command. 
 You can see it by the battles 
 
 Of his Indian campaign, 
 Or the battle of New Orleans, 
 
 Where so many men were slain. 
 
 The dauntless energy of Jackson, 
 
 Oh, should never be forgot, 
 Or the battle of New Orleans, 
 
 Where he diligently fought. 
 Where he fought to save his country, 
 
 From the British fleets of fame ; 
 Through coolness and courage 
 
 The victory he did gain. 
 

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 As commander, Andrew Jackson 
 
 Was a soldier of great skill, 
 And he nobly done his duty 
 
 To his country, with good will. 
 Yet in life his acts were censured, 
 
 Ah, by men both great and small. 
 One the acts that made him trouble 
 
 Was the arresting of Judge Hall. 
 
 Oh, that act cost Andrew Jackson 
 
 Many heart pang in after life, 
 For he thought it was his duty 
 
 In that hard cruel strife 
 That his soldiers should obey him 
 
 And fulfill every command, 
 As he knew no other method, 
 
 He could save his native land. 
 
 The people loved Andrew Jackson, 
 
 "Old Hickory" was their friend. 
 As a President o'er our country 
 
 He proved faithful to the end. 
 His career on earth was ended 
 
 Eighteen Forty Five ; is seen 
 As a star his name is shining 
 
 The "hero" of " New Orleans." 
 
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 LITTLE LIBBIE. 
 
 One more little spirit to Heaven has flown, 
 To dwell in that mansion above, 
 
 Where dear little angels, together roam, 
 In God's everlasting love. 
 
 One little flower has withered and died, 
 
 A bud near ready to bloom, 
 Its life on earth is marked with pride ; 
 
 Oh, sad it should die so soon. 
 
 Sweet little Libbie, that precious flower 
 Was a pride in her parents' home, 
 
 They miss their little girl every hour, 
 Those friends that are left to mourn. 
 
 Her sweet silvery voice no more is heard 
 In the home where she once roamed ; 
 
 Her place is vacant around the hearth, 
 Where her friends are mourning lone. 
 
 They are mourning the loss of a little girl, 
 With black eyes and auburn hair, 
 
 She was a treasure to them in this world, 
 This beautiful child so fair. 
 
 One morning in April, a short time ago, 
 
 Libbie was active and gay ; 
 Her Saviour called her, she had to go, 
 
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 E're the close of that pleasant day. 
 
 While eating dinner, this dear little child 
 Was choked on a piece of beef. 
 
 Doctors came, tried their skill awhile, 
 But none could give relief. 
 
 She was ten years of age, I am told, 
 And in school stood very high. 
 
 Her little form now the earth enfolds, 
 In her embrace it must ever lie. 
 
 Her friends and schoolmates will not forget 
 
 Little Libbie that is no more ; 
 She is waiting on the shining step, 
 
 To welcome home friends once more. 
 
 CROQUET BY MOONLIGHT. 
 
 On a moonlight evening, in the month of May, 
 A number of young people were playing at croquet, 
 They mingled together, the bashful with the gay, 
 And had a pleasant time and chat, while playing at 
 croquet. 
 
 CHORUS This play they call croquet, croquet, 
 
 This play they call croquet. 
 
 It is amusement for the young, 
 
 This play they call croquet. 
 
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 On that pleasant evening, the moon shone clear 
 
 and bright, 
 And every heart among that crowd was filed with 
 
 great delgiht. 
 
 It was a merry party, for lady Dell was there, 
 Her merry laugh above the rest was heard by all, so 
 
 fair. 
 
 Cho. This play, etc. 
 
 She was the belle that evening, admired by great 
 
 and small, 
 And all the boys liked to play with the girl and blue 
 
 ball. 
 
 She was a splendid player, so lively and so gay, 
 For she was skilled in playing that pleasant game 
 
 croquet. 
 
 Cho. This play, etc. 
 
 Two young men among them, that loved this pretty 
 
 Dell; 
 Although I write about them, their names I will not 
 
 tell. 
 They were fine young fellows, so bashful, and yet 
 
 so gay ; 
 They tried to beat the girl that with the blue ball play. 
 
 Cho. This play, etc. 
 
 Ah ! with those handsome fellows, Dell thought she'd 
 
 have some fun, 
 "The one of you that'll catch me, may see me 
 
 safely home." 
 
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 The play began in earnest, between those fine young 
 
 men, 
 To catch the girl with the blue ball, was impossible 
 
 for them. 
 
 Cho. This play, etc. 
 
 She went around the play-ground, so full of life and 
 
 g a y> 
 
 She left them at the farther arch, so she beat them at 
 
 croquet. 
 
 It was late that evening, and as I went away, 
 I know not how they came out, in that pleasant 
 
 game, croquet. 
 
 Cho. This play, etc. 
 
 So croquet by moonlight is pleasant, as you see, 
 For business cares were laid aside, in that little com 
 pany. 
 
 So playing at croquet, croquet, so playing at croquet, 
 It is amusement for the young folks, this play of 
 croquet. 
 
 Cho. This play, etc. 
 
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 FOURTH OF JULY. 
 
 LADIES AND GENTLEMEN : I am invited to say a 
 few words in regard to our national independence. 
 I am wholly unable to do what is asked of me, but 
 will do the best I can, and in the plainest way. No 
 accomplishments are needed to speak of our nation 
 
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 or its glorious fourth. Ladies and gentlemen, to-day 
 we meet once more to celebrate our great nation's 
 birthday. 
 
 Fourth of July, how sweet it sounds, 
 As every year it rolls around. 
 It brings active joy to boy and man, 
 This glorious day throughout our land. 
 
 We hail this day with joy and pride, 
 And speak of our forefathers who died ; 
 Who fought for liberty in days of yore, 
 And drove the British from our shore. 
 
 We, as descendants of that race, 
 Should not now our land disgrace. 
 Arise, freeman, arise once more, 
 Be earnest as in the days of yore. 
 
 Yes, ladies and gentlemen, earnest, honest, patri 
 otism is what our country needs to-day. Men of 
 conscience, men of good character are needed to 
 bring back the people to a recollection of the past, 
 to the noble words and nobler deeds of our fathers. 
 Our people need to realize the intense earnestness of 
 their convictions; the intent sacrifices of the work \ 
 they accomplished. We need to go back to the first j 
 principles of the constitutional government and study ] 
 the motives and aims of our fathers to build us up 
 
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CHOICE WOKIJS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 in honesty, in justice, in truth, and in all nobleness 
 of individual and national character. Our fore 
 fathers were a people of industry. They endured 
 hardships and trials which our people of to-day know 
 nothing about. They were good, earnest, honest 
 people, who worked for our country's good and not 
 for money. Ladies and gentlemen, the splendor of 
 the closing victory of the Revolutionary war should 
 not be forgotten ; but as valuable lessons, glorious 
 illustrations of the valor of our citizens, soldiers, and 
 of the genius of the great hero George Washington, 
 whose lofty soul was the fountain of inspiration, from 
 which all engaged in the defense drew courage, con 
 fidence and patriotic resolution, ought not to be for 
 gotten or hastily glanced over. His whole desire 
 was to do full justice to American valor and patriot 
 ism, and make this a free and independent nation. 
 He who sprung from the wilderness a frontiersman, 
 without science, art or experience in military affairs, 
 was enabled, through the smiles of Providence, by 
 his stout heart and sagacious intellect and ardent 
 patriotism, to repel, punish and nearly destroy one 
 of the best appointed armies ever sent forth by the 
 greatest Power of the earth. Ought such deeds be 
 permitted to fade from the memories of a patriotic 
 people ? No, never ! it should be held up to view 
 
WITH NEW AND ORIGINAL POEMS. 
 
 and handed down from generation to generation as 
 long as this nation stands. No, every honest citizen 
 should 
 
 Hail this day with festive joys, 
 
 And make it a pleasure for the girls and boys ! 
 
 Some who in future years stand in the tracks of their 
 parents and friends, to maintain the glorious Fourth. 
 Q ne hundred and two years ago to-day was a day of 
 great rejoicing with our forefathers, they who had 
 fought eight long years to gain their freedom from 
 the British government. They fought under the 
 same stars and stripes that are waving over us now. 
 
 THE FLAG. 
 
 See the glorious stars and stripes, 
 
 Floating over there ; 
 See how gracefully they wave 
 
 In the summer air. 
 We love to see that starry flag, 
 
 Wave in peace with ease, 
 And its colors, red, white and blue, 
 
 Unfurled to the breeze. 
 
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 God grant that flag may ever wave 
 
 O'er our native land, 
 Where sons of freemen are united 
 
 In a happy band, 
 
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CHOICE AVOKDS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 To celebrate the glorious Fourth, 
 
 The day we should adore ; 
 Hail each anniversary day, 
 
 Now and evermore. 
 
 Our fathers fought beneath that flag 
 
 In the days of yore, 
 To gain their freedom from British laws, 
 
 Which they could not endure. 
 The cry was then for liberty, 
 
 On land and on sea; 
 They gained the glorious victory 
 
 Our country now is free. 
 
 The land of Columbia's sons, 
 
 To-day is filled with joy ; 
 Every heart should beat as one, 
 
 In the blessings we enjoy. 
 We should love our native land, 
 
 Where our fathers died, 
 We should keep the country free 
 
 The early pilgrim's pride. 
 
 See the glorious stars and stripes, 
 
 Waving over there, 
 See the starry emblem, friends, 
 
 Floating in the air. 
 Proud it waves o'er our land, 
 
 Where it has waved for years, 
 May every freeman greet that flag 
 
 With three rousing cheers. 
 
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 "A DEPARTED FRIEND," 
 
 He is sleeping, soundly sleeping 
 In the cold and silent tomb. 
 
 He is resting, sweetly resting 
 In perfect peace, all alone. 
 
 He has left us, God bereft us, 
 And his will must e'er be done, 
 
 It will grieve us, and bereave us 
 To think of this noble son. 
 
 While on earth he done his duty, 
 
 To all his fellow men, 
 Some will miss him in his office, 
 
 Where he often used the pen. 
 
 He was witty, always happy, 
 Kind and genial in his way ; 
 
 He was generous in his actions, 
 And his honor could display. 
 
 He has held many an office, 
 And has done his duty well ; 
 
 And his name will be remembered 
 By the friends that knew him well. 
 
 Friends are weeping, softly weeping, 
 In his kind and loving home ; 
 
CHOICE WORDS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 Let him slumber, sweetly slumber, 
 Till God calls him from the tomb. 
 
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 THE BURIAL IN THE SNOW. 
 
 How well do I remember 
 
 Of a burial in the snow, 
 On a winter's evening 
 
 Some fifteen years ago ; 
 The ground was covered over 
 
 With the beautiful crystal snow, 
 And it glistened in the moonlight, 
 
 Like diamonds all aglow, 
 
 It was a pleasant evening, 
 
 That merry Christmas eve ; 
 And I never can forget, how 
 
 The frost hung on the tree. 
 The moon was shining clearly, 
 
 And the sleigh-bells rang so sweet ; 
 Ah, it was splendid sleighing, 
 
 The snow was two feet deep. 
 
 My grandparents were living 
 Some two miles then away, 
 
 My parents went to see them, 
 To spend the holiday. 
 
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 I went with my kind parents, 
 For the evening was sublime, 
 
 To see dear aunts and uncles, 
 And have a merry time, 
 
 I saw the beaming faces 
 
 Of my grandparents dear, 
 As they met us on the door-step, 
 
 With welcome words of cheer. 
 In fancy I can see them 
 
 As in the days of yore, 
 When they welcome home their children 
 
 Through the old familiar door. 
 
 The banquet board that evening, 
 
 Was filled with cake and wine, 
 Delicious fruits and oysters 
 
 That came from foreign clime. 
 It was a merry party 
 
 That met once more to roam, 
 My grandparents were happy, 
 
 Their children were all home. 
 
 Grandpapa said, "dear children, 
 
 Lay the tea things aside, 
 And some of you get ready 
 
 To take a pleasant ride. 
 
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 CHOICE WORDS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 The moon is shining clearly, 
 
 The evening is sublime, 
 O'er the crystal snow we'll glide, 
 
 And have a jolly time." 
 
 Hats and cloaks were soon put on, 
 
 By those who wish to go, 
 They were wrapped up snug and warm, 
 
 For a sleigh ride o'er the snow. 
 Their hearts were light and gleeful, 
 
 They rode away with ease, 
 I never can forget them, 
 
 Or that merry Christmas eve. 
 
 On that beautiful evening, 
 
 They rode five miles away, 
 O'er hills, and dales, and frozen snow, 
 
 With prospects bright and gay. 
 They came to their journey's end, 
 
 And soon were homeward bound, 
 A more joyous, happy band 
 
 Was nowhere to be found, 
 
 The merry sleigh bells ringing 
 
 Out on the midnight air, 
 And merry voices singing 
 
 All " right side up with care ! " 
 
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 The horses were high-spirited, 
 
 They ran away, and lo ! 
 Broke loose from the sleigh, and left 
 
 It buried in the snow. 
 
 The people of that party 
 
 Lay scattered all around, 
 Some were frightened, others laughed, 
 
 To think it happened so, 
 That the end of their sleigh ride 
 
 Was a burial in the snow. 
 
 Yet they were gay and happy, 
 
 The bright moon o'er them shone, 
 And laughing o'er their sleigh ride, 
 
 They all went trudging home. 
 Some of those friends are dead and gone, 
 
 That met in that old home, 
 And never will we meet again, 
 
 Around that dear hearth stone. 
 
 TO MY FRIENDS AND CRITICS. 
 
 Come all you friends and critics, 
 
 And listen to my song, 
 A word I will say to you, 
 
 It will not take me long, 
 
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 CHOICE AVORDS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 The people talks about me, 
 They've nothing else to do 
 
 But to criticise their neighbors, 
 And they have me now in view. 
 
 Perhaps they talk for meanness, 
 
 And perhaps it is in jest, 
 If they leave out their freeness 
 
 It would suit me now the best, 
 To keep the good old maxim 
 
 I find it hard to do, 
 That is to do to others 
 
 As you wish them do to you. 
 
 Perhaps you've read the papers 
 
 Containing my interview ; 
 I hope you kind good people 
 
 Will not believe it true. 
 Some Editors of the papers 
 
 They thought it would be wise 
 To write a column about me, 
 
 So they filled it up with lies. 
 
 The papers have ridiculed me 
 A year and a half or more. 
 
 Such slander as the interview 
 I never read before. 
 
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 Some reporters and editors 
 
 Are versed in telling lies. 
 Others it seems are willing 
 
 To let industry rise. 
 
 The people of good judgment 
 
 Will read the papers through, 
 And not rely on its truth 
 
 Without a candid view. 
 My first attempt at literature 
 
 Is the "Sweet Singer" by name, 
 I wrote that book without a thought 
 
 Of the future, or of fame. 
 
 Dear Friends, I write for money, 
 
 With a kind heart and hand, 
 I wish to make no Enemies 
 
 Throughout my native land. 
 Kind friends, now I close my rhyme, 
 
 And lay my pen aside, 
 Between me and my critics 
 
 I leave you to decide. 
 
 SKETCH OF LORD BYRON'S LIFE. 
 
 " Lord Byron " was an Englishman 
 A poet I believe, 
 
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 CHOICE WORDS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 His first works in old England 
 
 Was poorly received. 
 Perhaps it was "Lord Byron's" fault 
 
 And perhaps it was not. 
 His life was full of misfortunes, 
 
 Ah, strange was his lot. 
 
 The character of " Lord Byron " 
 
 Was of a low degree, 
 Caused by his reckless conduct, 
 
 And bad company. 
 He sprung from an ancient house, 
 
 Noble, but poor, indeed. 
 His career on earth, was marred 
 
 By his own misdeeds. 
 
 Generous and tender hearted, 
 
 Affectionate by extreme, 
 In temper he was wayward, 
 
 A poor " Lord " without means ; 
 Ah, he was a handsome fellow 
 
 With great poetic skill, 
 His great intellectual powers 
 
 He could use at his will. 
 
 He was a sad child of nature, 
 Of fortune and of fame ; 
 
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 Also sad child to society, 
 
 For nothing did he gain 
 But slander and ridicule, 
 
 Throughout his native land. 
 Thus the "poet of the passions," 
 
 Lived, unappreciated, man. 
 
 Yet at the age of 24, 
 
 ' ' Lord Byron ' ' then had gained 
 The highest, highest, pinacle 
 
 Of literary fame. 
 Ah, he had such violent passions 
 
 They was beyond his control, 
 Yet the public with its justice, 
 
 Sometimes would him extol. 
 
 Sometimes again " Lord Byron" 
 
 Was censured by the press, 
 Such obloquy, he could not endue, 
 
 So he done what was the best. 
 He left his native country, 
 
 This great unhappy man ; 
 The only wish he had, " 'tis said," 
 
 He might die, sword in hand. 
 
 He had joined the Grecian Army ; 
 
 This man of delicate frame ; 
 And there he died in a distant land, 
 
And left on earth his fame. 
 "Lord Byron's" age was 36 years, 
 
 Then closed the sad career, 
 Of the most celebrated " Englishman ' 
 
 Of the nineteenth century. 
 
 CHRISTMAS. 
 
 Hail the coming holiday, 
 
 With a hearty joyous feast, 
 And drive away sorrow, friends, 
 
 For a day or two at least ; 
 Lay all business cares aside, 
 
 And make the world resound, 
 With music and festivals 
 
 Throughout our merry town. 
 
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 May every person in our land 
 
 A voice to heaven raise, 
 And welcome in Christ's birthday, 
 
 With everlasting praise; 
 Praise Him who died upon the cross, 
 
 Our sinning souls to save, 
 The great Redeemer, Christ our lord, 
 
 That dwells beyond the grave. 
 
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 We should meet in reverence, 
 
 And God's commands obey, 
 And make each other happy 
 
 Throughout the holiday ; 
 And not forget the orphans, 
 
 The aged or the blind, 
 The rich, the poor and needy, 
 
 To each one pray be kind. 
 
 May every parent in the land, 
 
 Hail Christinas day with joy, 
 And not forget a present for 
 
 Their little girls and boys ; 
 They are looking forth anxiously, 
 
 For Santa Claus to come 
 And fill their little stockings, 
 
 With toys and sugar-plumbs. 
 
 God grant a merry Christmas eve 
 
 And happy Christmas day, 
 To every person in the land, 
 
 At home or far away. 
 That festive day will soon be here, 
 
 Alas, will soon be o'er; 
 Welcome, welcome the coming of 
 
 Christmas day once more. 
 
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 CHOICE WORDS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 UNFORTUNATE. 
 
 Fold her hands upon her breast, 
 And let her sweetly sleep. 
 
 She has found a perfect rest, 
 Beneath her winding sheet. 
 
 Her weary limbs are now at rest, 
 And free from toil and pain ; 
 
 Her weary soul from earth has left, 
 But in Heaven lives again. 
 
 Death has closed her mild blue eyes, 
 That once was full of mirth, 
 
 Her lovely form once full of life, 
 Will now return to earth. 
 
 Touch her gently, let her lie, 
 This forsaken girl forlorn ; 
 
 Tears may fall from strangers' eyes, 
 O'er her silent form. 
 
 She was a poor erring girl, 
 
 A wanderer alone, 
 Friends she had none in this world, 
 
 Nor a place she could call home. 
 
 She's found a home bright and fair 
 In that world above, 
 
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 Angels dwell together there, 
 In perfect peace and love. 
 
 Place her gently in her grave, 
 And let her sweetly sleep. 
 
 Judge her not ; for he who gave 
 Her life, her soul will keep. 
 
 THE TEMPERANCE ARMY. 
 
 Come all ye friends, and citizens, 
 
 Where-ever you may be, 
 Come listen to a few kind words 
 
 A friend will say to thee, 
 Although going to speak to you 
 
 I mean you all no harm, 
 Tho* I wish you'd join the army 
 
 Of the temperance reform. 
 
 Come join the glorious army 
 
 Of the temperance reform, 
 And every man that joins the ranks, 
 
 Will find it is no harm, 
 To wear Red Ribbon on his breast, 
 
 To show to this rare world, 
 There is one that joined the army 
 
 And his colors has unfurled. 
 
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 CHOICE WORDS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 Come all men in our nation, 
 
 Come join this happy band, 
 And make your homes an eden, 
 
 Throughout our happy land. 
 Your homes will then be happy, 
 
 Your friends will all be kind ; 
 And in the domestic circle 
 
 True happiness will find. 
 
 Ah, from this temperance army, 
 
 Your feet shall never stray. 
 Your mind will then be balmy 
 
 If you keep the shining way. 
 Your paths are strewn with flowers, 
 
 And your homes are rosy light, 
 And God will watch the hours, 
 
 For He-s ever on the right. 
 
 Come all ye merry happy lads, . 
 
 And listen to my rhyme. 
 Don't be afraid to join the pledge 
 
 And let be the cursed wine. 
 Ah, lay the flowing bowl aside, 
 
 And pass saloons if you can, 
 And let the people see that you 
 
 Can be a sober man. 
 
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 Go join the temperance army, 
 
 And battle for the right, 
 And fight against the enemy 
 
 With all your main and might. 
 For it is a glorious army 
 
 This temperance reform, 
 And the badge Red Ribbon 
 
 Will do you all no harm. 
 
 NEW YEAR, 
 
 Farewell to the old year forever, 
 
 And all its sorrows and care 
 We'll bury in our hearts, and endeavor 
 
 New troubles and trials to bear. 
 
 The old year has gone with its sadness, 
 In oblivion to dwell evermore \ 
 
 The new year will come with its gladness, 
 To welcome the rich and the poor. 
 
 Ah, welcome the new year with pleasure, 
 And welcome home friends, that is dear ; 
 
 Be happy and joyful together, 
 And greet each happy new year. 
 
 Some people will meet in sadness, 
 For death has entered their home, 
 
CHOICE WORDS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 And robbed them of joy and gladness, 
 And left them forsaken and lone. 
 
 Young people not meet it in sorrow, 
 
 For their hearts are blithesome and gay, 
 
 Trouble will come with to-morrow, 
 So let them be happy to-day. 
 
 Farewell to the old year forever ; 
 
 Lay its sorrows aside with a tear. 
 Think of the future ; and endeavor 
 
 To greet each happy new year. 
 
 LOST AND FOUND. 
 
 In a southern city lived a wealthy family ; 
 
 In a southern city was the happy home 
 Of a father \ i d mother and a little daughter. 
 
 In peace and contentment they lived alone. 
 
 But one summer evening there happened a mis 
 fortune, 
 
 Which caused the parents to weep and mourn, 
 For this little daughter, a loving little treasure, 
 
 Was a poor little wanderer far, far from home. 
 
 It happened thus, the mother went out calling 
 On a widow friend, who lived all alone ; 
 
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 She left her little daughter in the care of her father, 
 And through his neglect she wandered from home. 
 
 The father rocked his child, till her eyes closed in 
 
 slumber ; 
 
 Thought he to himself, I'll go over across the way, 
 And see a neighbor friend; he'll be there this eve 
 ning, 
 And I must see him before he goes away. 
 
 He left his little one, he supposed, sweetly sleeping 
 In her little cradle, in the house alone, 
 
 And in his great hurry he left the gate ajar ; 
 
 This thoughtlessness caused destruction to his 
 home. 
 
 Soon after he was gone she awoke from her slnmber, 
 [ Poor child, she then found herse K all alone, 
 For no one was there, no one heard her weeping 
 As she wandered away far, far from home. 
 
 She wandered along on the busy thoroughfare, 
 No one seemed to notice this little one alone ; 
 
 She wandered down Broadway till the little feet were 
 
 tired, 
 This poor little wanderer far away from home. 
 
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 At last, getting weary, she sat down on the pavement, 
 And soon fell asleep, so tired had she grown ; 
 
 In her troubled sleep she would softly murmur, papa ; 
 This poor little lost one so far away from home. 
 
 A policeman came along and saw her sweetly sleep 
 ing, 
 
 On the pavement at midnight alone. 
 He gently picked her up and took her to the station, 
 
 This poor little wanderer far away from home. 
 
 He advertised, but could not find her parents ; 
 
 At last he took her to the orphan home, 
 Where she lived till a farmer in the country 
 
 Took her to live with him, this wanderer alone. 
 
 The father died o'er the loss of his daughter, 
 The mother sought for her three years alone ; 
 
 At last she found her with kind people in the 
 
 country, 
 Her poor little wanderer far away from home. 
 
 Kind people can imagine the joy of the mother, 
 When she found her little loving one. 
 
 "Oh God," exclaimed the mother, " I have found 
 
 my little Alice, 
 My poor little wanderer far away from home. 
 
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 ADVICE TO LITTLE CHILDREN. 
 
 Bless those little children 
 
 That love to go to school ; 
 Blessed be the children 
 
 That obey the golden rule. 
 Children, love your parents, 
 
 For they have cared for you ; 
 When yon were little infants 
 
 They watched and prayed for you. 
 CHORUS : 
 
 Bless those little children 
 
 That go to Sabbath school, 
 For they hear of Jesus, 
 And learn the golden rule. 
 
 Prayed that you might some day 
 
 Give a pleasant smile, 
 Be a comfort in their old age, 
 
 And be a loving child. 
 Now my little children, * 
 
 Be cheerful in your song, 
 And make your home an Eden, 
 
 For all the day long. 
 Chorus : 
 
 Love your little school-mates, 
 Be gentle in your play, 
 
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 CHOICE WOUDS TO THE PUBLIC, 
 
 Be kind to your teachers, 
 And their commands obey. 
 
 Oh ! then you will be happy 
 In the bright world to come, 
 
 For then your friends will love you 
 Forever, little ones. 
 Chorus : 
 
 CHILDREN'S REPLY. 
 
 We are little children, 
 
 That go to Sabbath school, 
 To hear of our Redeemer, 
 
 Likewise the golden rule. 
 We will try and do our duty, 
 
 To friends and parents dear, 
 We will try and do our duty, 
 
 Their loving hearts to cheer. 
 
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 We are little children, 
 That love to go to school, 
 
 We love to hear of Jesus, 
 And learn the golden rule 
 
 We will love our parents, 
 With all our little hearts ; 
 
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 Yes, we will obey them, 
 
 We will not from duty part, 
 
 For oh, we know they love us, 
 Though wayward we may be 
 
 Their heart it never changes, 
 From our little infancy. 
 Chorus : 
 
 We will love our schoolmates, 
 
 Likewise our teacher, dear, 
 For loving words of kindness 
 
 From them we often hear. 
 And we will not forget them, 
 
 Those friends so kind and true, 
 For in the ten commandments 
 
 They tell us what to do. 
 Chorus : 
 
 THE GREAT CHICAGO FIRE. 
 
 The great Chicago Fire, friends, 
 
 Will never be forgot ; 
 In the history of Chicago 
 
 It will remain a darken spot. 
 It was a dreadful horrid sight 
 
 To see that City in flames ; 
 But no human aid could save it, 
 
 For all skill was tried in vain. 
 
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 In the year of 1871, 
 
 In October on the 8th, 
 The people in that City, then 
 
 Was full of life, and great. 
 Less than four days it lay in ruins, 
 
 That garden City, so great 
 Lay smouldering in ashes, 
 
 In a sad and pitiful state. 
 
 It was a sad, sad scene indeed, 
 
 To see the fire arise, 
 And hear the crackling of the flames 
 
 As it almost reached the skies, 
 And sadder still, to hear the moans, 
 
 Of people in the flames 
 Cry for help, and none could get, 
 
 Ah, die where they remained. 
 
 To see the people run for life ; 
 
 Up and down the blazing streets, 
 To find then, their escape cut off 
 
 By the fiery flaming sheets, 
 And others hunting for some friend 
 
 That perhaps they never found, 
 Such weeping, wailing, never was known, 
 
 For a thousand miles around. 
 
 Some people were very wealthy 
 
 On the morning of the loth. 
 But at the close of the evening, 
 
 Was poor, but felt content, 
 
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 Glad to escape from harm with life 
 With friends they loved so well. 
 
 Some will try to gain more wisdom. 
 By the sad sight they beheld. 
 
 Five thousand people were home 
 
 S : . wanderers in the stree> 
 With no shelter to cover them, 
 And no food had they to eat. 
 
 wandered down by the lake side. 
 Lay down on the cold damp ground, 
 
 jd and weary and homeless, 
 So the rich, the poor, was found. 
 
 Mothers with dear little infants, 
 
 Some clinging to the breast. 
 People of every description 
 
 All laid down there to rest, 
 With the sky as their covering, 
 
 Ah, pillows they had none. 
 Sad, oh sad, it must have been, 
 
 For those poor homeless ones. 
 
 Neighboring Cities sent comfort, 
 To the poor lone helpless ones. 
 And God will not forget them 
 In all the years to come. 
 
 of Chicago 
 
 :uilt up anew once more. 
 And may it never be visited 
 With such a great fire no more. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Address 5 
 
 Willie's and Nellie's Wish, 12 
 
 The Southern Scourge 14 
 
 Little Charlie Hades 17 
 
 Gently on the Stream of Time, 18 
 
 I Wonder Where my Papa is 19 
 
 Andrew Jackson 22 
 
 Little Libbie 25 
 
 Croquet by Moonlight 26 
 
 Fourth of July 28 
 
 , The Flag 31 
 
 ( "A Departed Friend " 33 
 
 The Burial in the Snow 34 
 
 To my Friends and Critics 37 
 
 Sketch of Lord Byron's Life 39 
 
 Christmas 42 
 
 Unfortunate 44 
 
 The Temperance Army 45 
 
 New Year 47 
 
 Lost and Found 48 
 
 Advice to Little Children 51 
 
 Children's Reply 52 
 
 The Great Chicago Fire 53 
 

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