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 A Collection (if American Popular Songs and Ballads. 
 Schulnachrichten. 
 
 Berlin, 1867. 
 
 Druek von J. F. Starcke. 
 
Gift of C. A. Kofofd 
 

 
 A few years ago I happened to read in one of our Literary Magazines 
 an account of an American Penny Song Book, published in New- York. 
 Much was said in praise of it, and the few extracts that were given, 
 made me wish for a copy. My endeavours, however, to procure one 
 were for a long time fruitless, until at length through the kindness of 
 a friend of mine, living in New- York, I obtained not only what I had 
 been wishing for , the Penny Song Book , but also a great number of 
 Popular Songs and Ballads chiefly published during the late American 
 war. I was so pleased with most of them that I made up my mind 
 to have, on the first opportunity, part of them reprinted for the benefit 
 of those that take an interest in this kind of poetry, reserving a greater 
 number for some other occasion, should this first selection prove accep- 
 table. Of course, it must be borne in mind that these songs were 
 written for the " p e o p 1 e". And yet I should say that many of them 
 have a real poetical value, that they display great tenderness, nay, that 
 amongst them are to be found some of the most affecting lyrics. 
 
 The drollery of the "Nigger" Songs and the humour displayed 
 in the Irish Ballads, contained in the Penny Book, induced me to 
 give a specimen or two of them also: they will I am sure, not be 
 read without winning a smile even from the most morose. 
 
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The last poem of the collection — Abraham Lincoln — is so 
 beautiful as to need no comment : it is taken from a larger poem of 
 singular merit, "Man the Spirit", written by a young Galifornian banker, 
 Mr. Edw. R. Sill, who, judging from this first specimen of his powers, 
 will no doubt one day be reckoned amongst the greatest American poets. 
 
 Franz. 
 
ROCK ME TO SLEEP, MOTHER 
 
 Backward, turn backward, oh time, in your flight, 
 Make me a child again, just for to-night; 
 Mother, come back from the echoless shore, 
 Take me again to your heart, as of yore, 
 Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, 
 Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; 
 Over my slumbers thy loving watch keep — 
 Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep. 
 
 Chorus. Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, 
 
 With your light lashes just sweeping my face, 
 Never hereafter to wake or to weep — 
 Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep. 
 
 Over my heart in the days that are flown, 
 No love like mother's love ever has shone; 
 No other worship abides and endures, 
 Faithful, unselfish, and patient, like yours. 
 None like a mother can charm away pain 
 From the sick soul and the world-weary brain; 
 Slumber soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep — 
 Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep. 
 
 Chorus — Clasped to your heart etc. 
 
 KISS ME GOOD-NIGHT, MOTHER. 
 
 Mother, dear mother, the day has seemed long, 
 Since the lark warbled his matinal song; 
 Sadly the hours have passed, fled since the morn, 
 Darkly the moments that ne'er can return: 
 No beaming hopefulness, no joyous ray, 
 No cheerful sunshine to brighten my way. 
 But, mother, your kiss turns the darkness to light, 
 Kiss me good-night, mother, kiss me good-night. 
 
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Chorus. Thy tender love, mother, 
 Turns all to light; 
 Kiss me good-night, mother, 
 Kiss me good-night. 
 
 Mother, dear mother, I'm longing for rest, 
 Longing to slumber for aye with the blest; 
 But when my sad spirit from earth-life is free, 
 Still shall thy presence seem nigh unto me. 
 
 Oft thy last kiss shall fall soft on my brow 
 
 Sadly thine eyes gaze upon me as now; 
 And often I'll say with the angels in white, 
 Kiss me good-night, mother, kiss me good-night. 
 
 Chorus. Thy tender love, mother 
 Makes all so bright; 
 Kiss me good-night, mother 
 Kiss me good-night. 
 
 WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT A MOTHER? 
 
 What is home without a mother? 
 
 What all the joys we meet, 
 When the loving smile no longer 
 
 Greets the coming of her feet? 
 The days seem long, the nights are drear, 
 
 And time rolls slowly on, 
 And O, how few are childhood's pleasures, 
 
 When her gentle care is gone! 
 
 Things we prize are first to vanish, — 
 
 Hearts we love to pass away; 
 And how soon, e'en in our childhood, 
 
 We behold her turning gray! 
 Her eyes grow dim, her step is slow, 
 
 Her joys of earth are past; 
 And sometimes, ere we learn to know her, 
 
 She hath breathed on earth her last. 
 
 Older hearts may have their sorrows, 
 
 Griefs that quickly die away; 
 But a mother lost in childhood 
 
 Grieves the heart from day to day. 
 We miss her kind, her willing hand, 
 
 Her fond and earnest care; 
 And O, how dark is life around us! 
 
 What is home without her there? 
 
HOME AGAIN! 
 
 Home again, home again 
 
 From a foreign shore! 
 And O, it fills my soul with joy, 
 
 To meet my friends once more, 
 Here I dropped the parting tear 
 
 To cross the ocean's foam; 
 But now I'm once again with those 
 
 Who kindly greet me home. 
 Home again ! home again 
 
 From a foreign shore! 
 And O, it fills my soul with joy, 
 
 To meet my friends once more. 
 
 Happy hearts, happy hearts 
 
 With mine have laughed in glee; 
 But O, the friends I loved in youth, 
 
 Seem happier to me; 
 And if my guide should be the fate 
 
 Which bids me longer roam, 
 But death alone can break the tie 
 
 That binds my heart to home. 
 Happy hearts, etc. 
 
 Music sweet, music soft 
 
 Lingers round the place, 
 And O, I feel the childhood charms, 
 
 That time cannot efface; 
 Then give me but my homestead roof, 
 
 I'll ask no palace dome; 
 For I can live a happy life 
 
 With those I love at home. 
 Music sweet, etc. 
 
 STAR OF THE EVENING. 
 
 Beautiful star in heaven so bright, 
 Softly falls thy silver light, 
 As thou movest from earth afar, 
 Star of the evening — beautiful star! 
 
 Beautiful star, beautiful star, 
 Star of the evening, 
 Beautiful, beautiful star! 
 
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 In fancy's eye thou seem'st to say, 
 Follow me, come from earth away, 
 Upward thy spirit's pinions try, 
 To realms of love beyond the sky. 
 
 Beautiful star, etc. 
 
 Shine on, oh, star of love divine! 
 And may our souls around thee twine, 
 As thou movest from earth afar. 
 Star of the twilight — beautiful star! 
 
 Beautiful star, etc. 
 
 THE HERITAGE. 
 
 The rich man's son inherits lands, 
 
 And piles of brick, and stone, and gold, 
 
 And he inherits soft, white hands, 
 And tender flesh that fears the cold, 
 Nor dares to wear a garment old; 
 
 A heritage, it seems to me, 
 
 One scarce would wish to hold in fee. 
 
 The rich man's son inherits cares: 
 
 The bank may break, the factory burn, 
 
 A breath may burst his bubble shares, 
 And soft, white hands could hardly earn 
 A living that would serve his turn ; 
 
 A heritage, it seems to me, 
 
 One scarce would wish to hold in fee. 
 
 The rich man's son inherits wants, 
 His stomach craves for dainty fare; 
 
 With sated heart he hears the pants 
 
 Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare, 
 And wearies in his easy -chair: 
 
 A heritage, it seems to me, 
 
 One scarce would wish to hold in fee. 
 
 What doth the poor man's son inherit ? 
 
 Stout muscles and a sinewy heart, 
 A hardy frame, a hardier spirit ; 
 
 King of two hands, he doth his part 
 
 In every useful toil and art; 
 A heritage, it seems to me, 
 A king might wish to hold in fee. 
 
What doth the poor man's son inherit? 
 
 Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things, 
 A rank adjudged by toil-won merit, 
 
 Content that from employment springs, 
 
 A heart that in his labor sings; 
 A heritage, it seems to me, 
 A king might wish to hold in fee. 
 
 What doth the poor man's son inherit? 
 A patience learned of being poor 
 
 Courage, if sorrow come, to bear it, 
 A fellow-feeling that is sure 
 To make the outcast bless his door; 
 
 A heritage, it seems* to me, 
 
 A king might wish to hold in fee. 
 
 O rich man's son, there is a toil 
 That with all others level stands: 
 
 Large charity doth never soil, 
 
 But only whiten, soft, white hands, — 
 This is the best crop from thy lands ; 
 
 A heritage, it seems to me, 
 
 Worth being rich to hold in fee. 
 
 O poor man's son, scorn not thy state; 
 There is worse weariness than thine, 
 
 In merely being rich and great ; 
 Toil only gives the soul to shine, 
 And makes rest fragrant and benign; 
 
 A heritage, it seems to me, 
 
 Worth being poor to hold in fee. 
 
 Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, 
 Are equal in the earth at last ; 
 
 Both, children of the same dear God, 
 Prove title to your heirship vast 
 By record of a well -filled past; 
 
 A heritage, it seems to me, 
 
 Well worth a life to hold in fee. 
 
 James Russell Lowell. 
 
 THE YOUNG SOLDIER. 
 
 Oh! were ye ne'er a school-boy? 
 And did you never train, 
 And feel that swelling of the heart 
 You cannot feel again? 
 
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 Didst never meet, far down the street, 
 With plumes and banners gay, 
 While the kettle, for the kettle-drum, 
 Played your march, march away? 
 
 It seems to me but yesterday, 
 
 Nor scarce so long ago, 
 
 Since we shouldered our muskets 
 
 To charge the fearful foe: 
 
 Our muskets were of cedar wood, 
 
 With ramrod bright and new, 
 
 With bayonet for ever set, 
 
 And painted barrel too. 
 
 We charged upon a flock of geese, 
 And put them all to flight, 
 Except one sturdy gander 
 That thought to show us fight: 
 But, ah! we knew a thing or two; 
 Our captain wheeled the van — 
 We routed him, we scouted him, 
 Nor lost a single man. 
 
 Our captain was as brave a lad 
 
 As e'er commission bore; 
 
 All brightly shone his good tin sword, 
 
 And a paper cap he wore; 
 
 He led us up the hillside, 
 
 Against the western wind, 
 
 While the cockerel plume that decked his head 
 
 Streamed bravely out behind. 
 
 We shouldered arms, we carried arms, 
 
 We charged the bayonet; 
 
 And woe unto the mullen stalk 
 
 That in our course we met. 
 
 At two o'clock the roll was called, 
 
 And, till the close of day, 
 
 With our brave and plumed captain 
 
 We fought the mimic fray, — 
 
 When the supper- bell we knew so well, 
 
 Came stealing up from out the dell 
 
 For our march, march away! 
 
 James H. Perkins. 
 
KIND WORDS CAN NEVER DIE. 
 
 Kind words can never die, 
 
 Cherished and blest, 
 God knows how deep they lie 
 
 Stored in the breast, 
 Like childhood's simple rhymes, 
 Said o'er a thousand times, 
 Go thro' all years and climes 
 
 The heart to cheer — 
 Kind words can never die. 
 
 Childhood can never die — 
 
 Wrecks of the past 
 Float o'er the memory, 
 
 Bright to the last. 
 Many a happy thing, 
 Many a daisy spring 
 Float o'er time's ceaseless wing, 
 
 Far, far away — 
 Childhood can never die. 
 
 Sweet thoughts can never die, 
 
 Tho' like the flowers 
 Their brightest hues may fly 
 
 In wintry hours: 
 But when the gentle dew 
 Gives them their charms anew, 
 With many an added hue, 
 
 They bloom again — 
 Sweet thoughts can never die. 
 
 Our souls can never die — 
 
 Though in the tomb 
 We may all have to lie, 
 
 Wrapped in its gloom. 
 What tho' flesh decay, 
 Souls pass in peace away, 
 Live thro' eternal day 
 
 With Christ above — 
 Our souls can never die. 
 
 MOTHER, I'VE COME HOME TO DIE. 
 
 Dear mother, I remember well 
 
 The parting kiss you gave to me, 
 
 When merrily rang the village bell, 
 My heart was full of joy and glee; 
 
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 I did not dream that one short year 
 
 Would crush the hopes that soar'd so high! 
 
 Oh, mother dear, draw near to me, 
 Dear mother, I've come home to die. 
 
 Chorus : Call sister, hrother to my side, 
 
 And take your soldier's last good-bye; 
 Oh, mother dear, draw near to me, 
 Dear mother, I've come home to die. 
 
 Hark! mother, 'tis the village bell, 
 
 I can no longer with thee stay; 
 My country calls to arms, to arms, 
 
 The foe advance in fierce army! 
 The vision 's past — I feel that now 
 
 For country I can only sigh; 
 Oh, mother dear, draw near to me, 
 
 Dear mother, I've come home to die. 
 
 Chorus: Call brother, etc. 
 
 Dear mother, sister, brother, all, 
 
 One parting kiss, to all good-bye; 
 Weep not, but clasp your hand in mine, 
 
 And let me like a soldier die! 
 I've met the foe upon the field 
 
 Where kindred fiercely did defy; 
 I fought for Right. God bless the flag! 
 
 Dear mother, I've come home to die. 
 
 Chorus: Call brother, etc. 
 
 DO THEY THINK OF ME AT HOME? 
 
 Do they think of me at home? 
 
 Do they ever think of me? 
 I who shared their every grief, 
 
 I who mingled in their glee? 
 Have their hearts grown cold and strange 
 
 To the one now doomed to roam — 
 I would give the world to know, 
 
 Do they think of me at home? 
 
 Chorus: Do they think of me at home? 
 Do they ever think of me? 
 
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 Do they think of me at eve, 
 
 Of the songs I used to sing? 
 Is the harp 1 struck untouched ? 
 
 Does another wake the string? 
 Will no kind, forgiving word 
 
 Come across the raging foam? 
 Shall I ever cease to sigh 
 
 Do they think of me at home? 
 
 Chorus: Do they think etc. 
 
 DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME? 
 
 Do they miss me at home, do they miss me? 
 
 'Twould be an assurance most dear, 
 To know that this moment some loved one 
 
 Were saying, I wish he were here! 
 To feel that the group at the fireside 
 
 Were thinking of me as I roam ; 
 Oh, yes, 'twould be joy beyond measure 
 
 To know that they missed me at home. 
 
 When twilight approaches the season 
 
 That ever is sacred to song, 
 Does some one repeat my name over, 
 
 And sigh that 1 tarry so long? 
 And is there a chord in the music 
 
 That's miss'd when my voice is away? 
 And a chord in each heart that awaketh 
 
 Regret at my wearisome stay ? 
 
 Do they set me a chair near the table 
 
 When ev'ning's home pleasures are nigh? 
 When the candles are lit in the parlour, 
 
 And the stars in the calm azure sky; 
 And when the "good nights" are repeated, 
 
 And all lay them down to their sleep, 
 Do they think of the absent, and waft me 
 
 A whispered "good night", while they weep? 
 
 Do they miss me at home — do they miss me, 
 
 At morning, at noon, or at night? 
 And lingers one gloomy shade round them 
 
 That only my presence can light? 
 Are joys less invitingly welcome, 
 
 And pleasures less hale than before, 
 Because one is miss'd from the circle, 
 
 Because I am with them no more? 
 
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 BINGEN ON THE RHINE. 
 
 A Soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers; 
 
 There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; 
 
 But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood ebbed away, 
 
 And bent with pitying glances, to hear what he might say. 
 
 The dying soldier faltered, as he took that comrade's hand, 
 
 And he said: I never more shall see my own, my native land, 
 
 Take a message, and a token to some distant friends of mine, 
 
 For I was born at Bingen, at Bingen on the Rhine. 
 
 Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around 
 To hear my mournful story, in the pleasant vine-yard ground, 
 That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day was done, 
 Full many a corse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting sun; 
 And midst the dead and dying were some grown old in wars, 
 The death-wound on their gallant breasts, the last of many scars; 
 But some were young, and suddenly beheld life's morn decline, 
 And one had come from Bingen, fair Bingen on the Rhine. 
 
 Tell my mother that her other sons shall comfort her old age, 
 
 And I was, aye, a truant bird that thought his home a cage; 
 
 For my father was a soldier, and, even as a child, 
 
 My heart leaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce and wild, 
 
 And when he died and left us to divide his scanty hoard, 
 
 I let them take whate r er they would — but kept my father's sword, 
 
 And, with boyish love, I hung it .where the bright light used to shine, 
 
 On the cottage wall at Bingen — calm Bingen on the Rhine! 
 
 Tell my sisters not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, 
 
 When the troops are marching home again with glad and gallant tread; 
 
 But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye; 
 
 For her brother was a soldier, too, and not afraid to die — 
 
 And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her, in my name, 
 
 To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame, 
 
 And to hang the old sword in its place, (my father's sword and mine) 
 
 For the honor of old Bingen ■ — dear Bingen on the Rhine! 
 
 There 's another — not a sister — in the happy days gone by 
 
 You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye; 
 
 Too innocent for coquetry — too fond for idle scorning — 
 
 Oh! friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning: 
 
 Tell her the last night of my life, (for, ere this moon be risen, 
 
 My body will be out of pain — my soul be out of prison) — 
 
 I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sun-light shine 
 
 On the vine-clad hill of Bingen — fair Bingen on the Rhine! 
 
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 I saw the blue Rhine sweep along — I heard, or seemed to hear 
 
 The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear; 
 
 And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill 
 
 That echoing chorus sounded through the evening calm and still; 
 
 And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed, with friendly talk, 
 
 Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk; 
 
 And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine, 
 
 But we'll meet no more at Bingen — loved Bingen on the Rhine! 
 
 His voice grew faint and hoarser — his grasp was childish weak — 
 His eyes put on a dying look — he sighed, and ceased to speak — 
 His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled, 
 The soldier of the Legion in a foreign land was dead! 
 And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down 
 On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corpses strown ; 
 Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine, 
 As it shone on distant Bingen — fair Bingen on the Rhine! 
 
 THE SOLDIER'S LETTER. 
 
 How sweet, when night her misty veil 
 
 Around the weary soldier throws, 
 And twilight's golden skies grow pale, 
 
 And wooing winds invite repose, 
 To sit beside the watchfire's blaze, 
 
 Where friendly comrades nightly come, 
 To sing the song of other days, 
 
 And talk of things we love at home, — 
 
 Of those we love and list and wait, 
 
 Beneath the same benignant moon, 
 The postman's step behind the gate, 
 
 With tidings from the absent one; 
 And beaming smiles their thoughts reveal, 
 
 And love is mirrored in their eyes, 
 As eagerly they break the seal, 
 
 Elate with joy and glad surprise. 
 
 But dearer yet the shout that rings 
 
 In exultation loud and clear. 
 To hail the messenger who brings 
 
 Letters from home and kindred dear; 
 And 'neath the pale moon's smiling light 
 
 The soldier reads his treasure o'er; 
 And through the hours of silent night, 
 
 In dreams he visits home once more. 
 
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 In dreams he sits beside the hearth, 
 
 Afar from camps and traitor's wiles, 
 And deems the dearest spot on earth 
 
 Where loving wife and mother smiles; 
 And many a face almost forgot, 
 
 And many a word so fondly spoken, 
 Come flitting round the soldier's cot, 
 
 Till the sweet dream, at morn, is broken. 
 
 O ye who love the soldier well, 
 
 Bid him be hopeful, brave, and gay; 
 Better he knows than you can tell, 
 
 The perils that attend his way. 
 Some word of hope in battle's hour, 
 
 While striving with a vengeful foe, 
 Has nerved the soldier's arm with power, 
 
 To strike or ward the impending blow. 
 
 The soldier brave is often prone 
 
 To deem himself forgotten quite, 
 A wanderer on the earth alone, 
 
 When friends at home neglect to write. 
 Then cheer him oft with words like these, 
 
 And thus your deep affection prove; 
 Let every keel that ploughs the seas 
 
 Bear him some message full of love. 
 
 THE SOLDIER'S MOTHER. 
 
 It is night; almost morning — the clock has struck three; 
 
 Who can tell where, this moment, my darling may be! 
 
 On the window has gathered the moisture like dew, 
 
 I can see where the moonbeams steal tremblingly through; 
 
 It is cold, but not windy, - how dreary and damp 
 
 It must be for our soldiers exposed in the camp ; 
 
 Though I know it is warmer and balmier there, 
 
 Yet I shrink from the thought of the chilling night-air; 
 
 For he never was used to the hardships of men 
 
 When at home, for I shielded and cherished him then; 
 
 And to all that could tend to his comfort I saw, — 
 
 For he seemed like a child till he went to the War! 
 
 He is twenty, I know, and boys younger than be, 
 
 In the ranks going by every day we can see; 
 
 And those stronger and prouder by far I have met, 
 
 But I never have seen a young soldier, as yet, 
 
 With so gallant a mien, or so lofty a brow, — 
 
 How the sun and the wind must have darkened it now! 
 
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 How he will have been changed when he comes from the South 1 
 
 With his beard shutting out the sweet smiles of his mouth ; 
 
 And the tremulous beauty, the womanly grace 
 
 Will be bronzed from the delicate lines of his face, 
 
 Where, of late, only childhood's soft beauty I saw, — 
 
 For he seemed like a child till he went to the War! 
 
 He was always so gentle, and ready to yield, 
 
 And so frank, there was nothing kept back or concealed; 
 
 He was always so sparkling with laughter and joy, 
 
 I bad thought he never could cease being a buy; 
 
 But when sounded the cannon for battle, and when 
 
 Rose the rallying cry of our Nation for men, 
 
 From the dream-loving mood of his boyhood he passed, 
 
 From his path the light fetters of pleasure he cast, 
 
 And rose, ready to stand in the perilous van, 
 
 Not the tremulous boy, but the resolute man; 
 
 And I gazed on him sadly, with trembling and awe, — 
 
 He was only a child till he went to the War! 
 
 There are homes that are humbler and sadder than ours; 
 There are ways that ate barer of beauty and flowers; 
 There are those that must suffer for fire and bread, 
 Living only to sorrow and wish they were dead; 
 I must try and be patient — 1 must not repine — 
 But what heart is more lonely, more anxious than mine! 
 Or what hearth can be darker than mine seems to be, 
 Now the glow of the firelight is all I can see, — 
 Where my darling, in beauty, so lately I saw, — 
 He was only a child, till he went to the War! 
 
 THE DYING CALIKORNIAN. 
 
 Lay up nearer, brother, nearer, for my limbs are growing cold, 
 And thy presence seemeth dearer when thy arms around me fold. 
 I am dying, brother, dying, soon you will miss me in your berth, 
 And my form will soon be lying beneath the ocean's briny surf. 
 
 Hearken to me, brother, hearken, I have something I would say, 
 Ere this veil my vision darken and I go from hence away; 
 I am going, surely going, but my hopes in God are strong, 
 I am willing, brother, knowing that he doeth nothing wrong. 
 
 Tell my father when you greet him that in death I prayed for him, 
 Pray'd that I might one day meet him in a world that's free from sin : 
 Tell my mother, God assist her now that she is growing old, 
 Say her son would glad have kissed her when his lips grew pale and cold. 
 
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 Hearken to me — catch each whisper, 'tis my wife I'd speak of now, 
 Tell, oh tell her how I missed her when the fever burned my brow; 
 Hearken to me, closely listen, don't forget a single word, 
 That in death my eyes did glisten with the tears her memory stirred. 
 
 Tell her to kiss my children, like the kiss I last impressed, 
 Hold them as last I held them, folded closely to my breast; 
 Give them early to their Maker, putting all their trust in God, 
 And He never will forsake her — He has said so in His word. 
 
 O my children, Heaven bless them! they were all my life to me; 
 Would I could once more caress them, ere I sink beneath the sea. 
 'Twas for them I crossed the ocean, what my hopes were I'll not tell, 
 But they have gain'd an orphan's portion, yet He doeth all things well. 
 
 Tell my sisters I remember every kindly parting word, 
 And my heart has been kept tender by the thoughts their memory stirr'd. 
 Tell them that 1 never reached the haven where I sought the precious dust, 
 But I've gained a port called Heaven, where the gold doth never rust. 
 
 Urge them to secure an entrance, for they will find their brother there, 
 Faith in Jesus and repentance will secure for them a share: 
 Hark! I hear my Saviour calling — 'tis, I know his voice so well; 
 When I'm gone, O don't be weeping, brother, hear my last Farewell! 
 
 DRIVING HOME THE COWS. 
 
 Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass 
 
 He turned them into the river lane; 
 One after another he let them pass, 
 
 Then fastened the meadow bars again. 
 
 Under the willows, and over the hill, 
 He patiently followed their sober pace; 
 
 The merry whistle for once was still, 
 
 And something shadowed the sunny face. 
 
 Only a boy! and his father had said 
 He never could let his youngest go; 
 
 Two already were lying dead 
 
 Under the feet of the trampling foe. 
 
 But after the evening work was done, 
 
 And the frogs were loud in the meadow swamp, 
 Over his shoulder he slung his gun 
 
 And stealthily followed the foot-path damp: 
 
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 Across the clover and through the wheat, 
 With resolute heart and purpose grim, 
 
 Though cold was the dew on his hurrying feet, 
 And the blind bat's flitting startled him. 
 
 Thrice since then had the lanes been white, 
 And the orchards sweet with apple-bloom; 
 
 And now, when the cows came back at night, 
 The feeble father drove them home. 
 
 For news had come to the lonely farm 
 
 That three were lying where two had lain; 
 
 And the old man's tremulous, palsied arm 
 Could never lean on a son's again. 
 
 The summer day grew cool and late: 
 
 He went for the cows when the work was done; 
 But down the lane, as he opened the gate, 
 
 He saw them coming one by one: 
 
 Brindle, Ebony, Speckle, and Bess, 
 
 Shaking their horns in the evening wind, 
 
 Cropping the butter-cups out of the grass; 
 But who was it following close behind? 
 
 Loosely swung in the idle air 
 
 The empty sleeve of army blue; 
 And worn and pale, from the crisping hair, 
 
 Looked out a face that the father knew. 
 
 For Southern prisons will sometimes yawn, 
 
 And yield their dead unto life again; 
 And the day that comes with a cloudy dawn, 
 
 In golden glory at last may wane. 
 
 The great tears sprang to their meeting eyes; 
 
 For the heart must speak when the lips are dumb: 
 And under the silent evening skies 
 
 Together they followed the cattle home. 
 
 LET ME KISS HIM FOR HIS MOTHER. 
 
 Let me kiss him for his mother, 
 Let me kiss his youthful brow ; 
 
 I will love him for his mother, 
 And seek her blessing now. 
 
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 Kind friends have soothed his pillow, 
 
 Have watch'd his every care; 
 Beneath the weeping willow, 
 
 Oh, lay him gently there. 
 
 Chorus: Sleep, dearest, sleep, 
 
 I love you as a brother; 
 Kind friends around you weep, 
 I've kiss'd you for your mother. 
 
 Let me kiss him for bis mother, 
 
 What though left a stranger here? 
 She has loved him as none other, 
 
 I feel her blessing near. 
 Though cold that form lies sleeping,' 
 
 Sweet angels watch around ; 
 Dear friends are near thee weeping, 
 
 Oh, lay him gently down. 
 
 Chorus : Sleep, dearest, sleep, 
 
 I love you as a brother; 
 Kind friends around you weep, 
 I've kiss'd you for your mother. 
 
 Let me kiss him for his mother, 
 
 Or perchance a sister dear; 
 If a father or a brother, 
 
 I know their blessing's here. 
 Then kiss him for his mother, 
 
 'Twill soothe her after years; 
 Farewell, dear stranger, brother, 
 
 Our requiem, our tears. 
 
 Chorus: Sleep, dearest, sleep, 
 
 I love you as a brother; 
 Kind friends around you weep, 
 I've kiss'd you for your mother. 
 
 THE VACANT CHAIR. 
 
 We shall meet, but we shall miss him, 
 There will be one vacant chair; 
 
 We shall linger to caress him 
 
 While we breathe our evening prayer. 
 
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 When a year ago we gathered, 
 
 Joy was in his bright blue eye, 
 But a golden cord is severed, 
 
 And our hopes in ruin lie. 
 
 Chorus: We shall meet, but we shall miss him, 
 There will be one vacant chair; 
 We shall linger to caress him, 
 
 When we breathe our evening prayer. 
 
 At our fire-side, sad and lonely, 
 
 Often will the bosom swell 
 At remembrance of the story, 
 
 How our noble Willie fell; 
 How he strove to bear our banner 
 
 Through the thickest of the fight, 
 And upheld our country'9 banner 
 
 In the strength of mankind's might. 
 
 Chorus: We shall meet, etc. 
 
 True, they tell us wreaths of glory 
 
 Evermore will deck his brow, 
 But this soothes the anguish only 
 
 Weeping o'er our heart-strings now. 
 Sleep, to-day, O early fallen, 
 
 In the green and narrow bed, 
 Dirges from the pine and cypress 
 
 Mingle with the tears we shed. 
 
 Chorus: We shall meet, etc. 
 
 I HAVE NO MOTHER NOW. 
 
 The midnight stars are gleaming 
 
 Upon the silent wave, 
 Where sleepeth, without dreaming, 
 
 The one we could not save. 
 A cloud of grief is heaping 
 
 Its shadow on my brow; 
 O, blame me not for weeping, 
 
 I have no mother now. 
 
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 Yet, not alone she lieth, 
 
 One angel child is there ; 
 No more for him she sigheth, 
 
 For death hath joined the pair 
 Together sweetly sleeping 
 
 Beneath the locust bough. 
 O, blame me not for weeping, 
 
 I have no mother now. 
 
 THE LITTLE DRUMMER. 
 
 'Tis of a little drummer 
 
 The story I shall tell, 
 Of how he marched to battle, 
 
 And all that there befell; 
 Out in the West with Lyon 
 
 (For once that name was true), 
 For whom the little drummer beat 
 
 His rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 Our army rose at midnight, 
 
 Ten thousand men as one, 
 Each slinging on his knapsack 
 
 And snatching up his gun; 
 "Forward!" and off they started, 
 
 As all good soldiers do, 
 When the little drummer beats for them 
 
 The rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 Across a rolling country, 
 
 Where the mist began to rise; 
 Past many a blackened farm-house, 
 
 Till the sun was in the skies ; 
 Then we met the rebel pickets, 
 
 Who skirmished and withdrew, 
 While the little drummer beat and beat 
 
 The rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 Along the wooded hollows 
 
 The line of battle ran: 
 Our centre poured a volley, 
 
 And the fight at once began — 
 For the rebels answered, shouting, 
 
 And a shower of bullets flew; 
 But still the little drummer beat 
 
 His rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
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 He stood among his comrades, 
 
 As they quickly formed the line, 
 And when they raised their muskets 
 
 He watched the barrels shine: 
 And when the volley broke, he started, 
 
 For war to him was new : 
 But still the little drummer beat 
 
 His rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 It was a sight to see them, 
 
 That early autumn day — 
 Our soldiers in their blue coats, 
 
 And the rebel ranks in gray; 
 The smoke that rolled between them, 
 
 The balls that whistled through, 
 And the little drummer as he beat 
 
 His rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 His comrades dropped around him — 
 
 By fives and tens they fell, 
 Some pierced by Minie bullets, 
 
 Some torn by shot and shell. 
 They played against our cannon, 
 
 And a caisson's splinters flew; 
 But still the little drummer beat 
 
 His rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 The right, the left, the centre — 
 
 The fight was everywhere; 
 They pushed us here — we wavered 
 
 We drove and broke them there. 
 The gray-backs fixed their bayonets 
 
 And charged the coats of blue — 
 But still the little drummer beat 
 
 His rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 "Where is our little drummer?" 
 
 His nearest comrades say, 
 When the dreadful fight is over 
 
 And the smoke is cleared away. 
 As the rebel corps was scattering 
 
 He urged them to pursue — 
 S o furiously he beat and beat 
 
 The rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 He stood no more among them; 
 
 A bullet, as it sped, 
 Had glanced and struck his ankle, 
 
 And stretched him with the dead! 
 
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 He crawled behind a cannon, 
 And pale and paler grew ; 
 
 But still the little drummer beat 
 His rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 They bore him to the surgeon, 
 
 A busy man was he; 
 "A drummer boy — what ails him?" 
 
 His comrades answered, "see!" 
 As they took him from the stretcher 
 
 A heavy breath he drew, 
 And his little fingers strove to beat 
 
 The rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 The ball had spent its fury: 
 
 "A scratch," the surgeon said, 
 As he wound the snowy bandage 
 
 Which the lint was staining red! 
 "I must leave you now, old fellow!" 
 
 "O, take me back with you, 
 For I know the men are missing me, 
 
 And the rat-tat-ta ta ta-too !" 
 
 Upon his comrade's shoulder 
 
 They lifted him so grand, 
 With his dusty drum before him 
 
 And his drum-sticks in his hand ! 
 To the fiery front of battle, 
 
 That nearer, nearer drew — 
 And evermore he beat and beat 
 
 His rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 The wounded, as he passed them, 
 
 Looked up and gave a cheer; 
 And one in dying blessed him, 
 
 Between a smile and tear! 
 And the gray-backs — they are flying 
 
 Before the coats of blue, 
 For whom the little drummer beats 
 
 His rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
 When the west was red with sunset 
 
 The last pursuit was o'er; 
 Brave Lyon rode the foremost, 
 
 And looked the name he bore! 
 And before him, on his saddle, 
 
 As a weary child would do, 
 Sat the little drummer fast asleep, 
 
 With his rat-tat-ta ta ta-too. 
 
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 VIVA L'AMERICA. 
 
 Noble Republic! happiest of lands, 
 Foremost of nations Columbia stands; 
 
 Freedom's proud banner floats in the skies, 
 Where shouts of Liberty daily arise. 
 
 "United we stand, divided we fall," 
 Union for ever — freedom to all. 
 
 Chorus: Throughout the world our motto shall be, 
 Viva PAmerica, home of the free. 
 
 Should ever traitor rise in the land, 
 
 Curs'd be his homestead, wither'd his hand ; 
 
 Shame be his mem'ry, scorn be his lot, 
 Exile his heritage, his name a blot ; 
 
 "United we stand, divided we fall," 
 Granting a home and freedom to all. 
 
 Chorus: Throughout the world our motto shall be, 
 Viva l'America, home of the free. 
 
 To all her heroes Justice and Fame, 
 To all her foes a traitor's foul name; 
 
 Our "Stripes and Stars" still proudly shall wave, 
 Emblem of Liberty, flag of the brave, 
 
 " United we stand, divided we fall," 
 Gladly we'll die at our country's call ! 
 
 Chorus : Throughout the world our motto shall be, 
 Viva l'America, home of the free. 
 
 WAS MY BROTHER IN THE BATTLE? 
 
 Tell me, tell me, weary soldier, 
 
 From the rude and stirring wars, 
 Was my brother in the battle 
 
 Where you gained those noble scars? 
 He was ever brave and valiant, 
 
 And I know he never fled; 
 Was his name among the wounded, 
 
 Or numbered with the dead ? 
 Was my brother in the battle 
 
 When the tide of war raged high ? 
 You would know him in a thousand 
 
 By his dark and flashing eye. 
 
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 Chorus: Tell me, tell me, wounded soldier, 
 Will he never come again ? 
 Did he suffer 'mid the wounded ? 
 Or die among the slain? 
 
 Was my brother in the battle 
 
 When the noble Highland host 
 Were so wrongfully outnumbered, 
 
 On the Carolina coast? 
 Did he struggle for the Union, 
 
 'Mid the thunder and the rain, 
 Till he fell among the bravest 
 
 On a bleak Virginia plain? 
 Oh, I'm sure that he was dauntless, 
 
 And his courage neer would lag, 
 While contending for the honor 
 
 Of our dear and cherished flag. 
 
 Chorus: Tell me, tell me, etc. 
 
 Was my brother in the battle 
 
 When the flag of Erin came 
 To the rescue of our banner, 
 
 And protection of our fame ? 
 While the fleet from off the waters 
 
 Poured out terror and dismay ; 
 Till the bold and erring foe 
 
 Fell like leaves in autumn days. 
 When the bugle called to battle, 
 
 And the cannon deeply roared, 
 Oh, I wish I could have seen him 
 
 Draw his sharp and glittering sword. 
 
 Chorus: Tell me, tell me, etc. 
 
 SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA. 
 
 Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountains, 
 
 That frowned on the river below, 
 While we stood by our guns, in the morning, 
 
 And eagerly watched for the foe : 
 When a rider came out from the darkness 
 
 That hung over mountain and tree, 
 And shouted — "Boys, up! and be ready! 
 
 For Sherman will march to the sea!" 
 
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 Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman 
 
 Went up from each valley and glen, 
 And the bugles re-echoed the music 
 
 That came from the lips of the men : 
 For we knew that the stars on our banner 
 
 More bright in their splendour would be, 
 And that blessings from North-land would greet us, 
 
 When Sherman marched down to the sea. 
 
 Then, forward! boys, forward to battle! 
 
 We marched on our wearisome way, 
 And we stormed the wild hills of Resaca — 
 
 God bless them who fell on that day! 
 Then Kenesaw, dark in its glory, 
 
 Fmwned down on the Flag of the Free — 
 But the East and the West bore our standards, 
 
 And Sherman marched down to the sea. 
 
 Still onward we pressed, till our banners 
 
 Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls, 
 And the blood of the patriot dampened 
 
 The soil where the Traitor's flag falls — 
 But we paused not to weep for the fallen 
 
 Who slept by each river and tree; 
 Yet we twined them a wreath of the laurel, 
 
 As Sherman marched down to the sea! 
 
 Proud, proud was our army that morning, 
 
 That stood where the pine proudly towers, 
 When Sherman said — "Boys, you are weary; 
 
 This day fair Savannah is ours!" 
 Then sung we a song for our chieftain, 
 
 That echoed o'er river and lea — 
 And the stars in our banners shone brighter, 
 
 When Sherman marched down to the sea! 
 
 THE WILD IRISH BOY. 
 
 Farewell to the dear land I leave far behind, 
 Farewell to my father, although he be blind: 
 Shall I ever forget him, while my heart beats with joy? 
 For he called me his darling, the wild Irish Boy. 
 
 When I came to this country I had brogues (shoes) on my feet, 
 And corduroy breeches; although I looked neat, 
 Yet the boys they all laughed at me, which to me was a joy, 
 For they called me the hero, the wild Irish Boy. 
 
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 There is one they'll remember and never forget, 
 'Tis Washington's dear friend, the bold Lafayette, 
 Who gave fortune and all, not wishing for fame, 
 For he dearly loved Freedom and Washington's name. 
 
 I will send for my parents, and they will come here, 
 
 To a land filled with plenty, and a land they love dear; 
 
 For I know they will bless me, while their hearts beat with joy, 
 
 For they called me their own son, their wild Irish Boy. 
 
 There's the land of my kindred, I'll never forget, 
 For the time it may come when it will be happy yet; 
 Would to God it were now! 'twould give me great joy 
 To gaze once more on it, tho' a wild Irish Boy! 
 
 NO IRISH NEED APPLY. 
 
 I'm a dacint (decent) boy, just landed from the town of Ballyfad, 
 
 I want a situation, yis, I want it mighty bad. 
 
 I saw a place advertised; it's the place for me, says I, 
 
 But the dirty spalpeen (wight) ended with: No Irish need apply. 
 
 Whoo! says I, but that's an insult, though to get the place I'll try, 
 
 So, I wint to see thee blaggar (placard) with: No Irish need apply. 
 
 I started off to find the house, I got it mighty soon, 
 
 There I found the ould chap saited, he was reading the Tribune;*) 
 
 I tould him what I came for, whin he in a rage did fly; 
 
 "No!" says he, "you are a Paddy, nnd no Irish need apply'". 
 
 Thin I felt my dandher (anger) rising, and I'd like to black his eye, 
 
 To tell an Irish gintleman: No Irish need apply. 
 
 I couldn't stand it longer, so a hoult of him I took, 
 
 And I gave him such a welting (box) as h'd get at Donnybrook. 
 
 He hollered (cried), Millia murther! and to get away did try, 
 
 And swore he'd never write again: No Irish need apply, 
 
 He made a big apology, I bid him thin good-bye, 
 
 Saying, "When next you want a bating, add, No Irish need apply". 
 
 Sure, I've heard that in America it always is the plan, 
 That an Irishman is just as good as any other man; 
 A home and hospitality they never will deny 
 The stranger here, or ever say: No Irish need apply; 
 But some black sheep are in the flock, a dirty lot say I, 
 A dacint man will never write: No Irish need apply. 
 
 *) New York newspaper. 
 
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 Sure, Paddy's heart is in his hand, as all the world does know, 
 
 His praties (potatoes) and his whiskey he will share with friend or foe; 
 
 His door is always open to the stranger passing by, 
 
 He never thinks of saying : None but Irish may apply. 
 
 And in Columbia's history his name is ranking high, 
 
 Thin the divil take the knaves that write: No Irish need apply. 
 
 Ould Ireland on the battle-field a lasting fame has made, 
 We all have heard of Meagher's men, and Corcoran's brigade. 
 Though fools may flout (insult) and bigots rave, and fanatics may cry, 
 Yet when they want good fighting men, the Irish may apply, 
 And when for freedom and the right they raise the battle-cry, 
 Then the Rebel ranks begin to think: No Irish need apply! 
 
 LANNEGAN'S BALL. 
 
 In the town of Asthoy lived one Johnny Lannegan, 
 
 He battered away till he hadn't a pound • 
 His father he died, and made him a man again, 
 
 He left him a farm and an acre of ground. 
 He gave a large party to all his relations, 
 
 Who didn't forget when sent to the wall ; 
 If you but listen, 1 11 make your eyes glisten 
 
 At the rows and ructions (fights) at Lannegan's ball. 
 
 Myself, to be sure, got free invitations 
 
 For all the nice boys and girls that I'd ask; 
 In less than a minute, his friends and relations 
 
 Were dancing as merry as bees round a cask. 
 Miss O'Hara, the nice little milliner, 
 
 Tipt me the wink to give her a call ; 
 Next we arrived at Timothy Gillegan's, 
 
 Just in time for Lannegan's ball. 
 
 There was lashions of whiskey, and wine for the ladies, 
 
 Praties (potatoes) and cake, bacon and tea: 
 The Nolans, Dolans. and the O'Gradys 
 
 Were kissing the girls and dancing away; 
 For songs, they were as plenty as water, sure, 
 
 From the "Harp that once through Tara's old Hall'', 
 "Sweet Nelly Gray", and the "Ratcatcher's daughter'', 
 
 Were dancing in couples at Lannegan's ball. 
 
 Oh, there was all sorts of nonsensical dancing 
 All around the room, in a neat whirligig; 
 
 But Judy and I soon banished their nonsense, 
 
 For we lept them a step of a neat Irish jig (dance)] 
 
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 Och, Mavourneen! wasn't she fond of me! 
 
 We danced till you'd think the old ceiling would fall ; 
 Sure we spent a whole week at Daly's academy, 
 
 Learning a step for Lannegan's ball. 
 
 The boys they got gay, and the girls they got frisky, 
 
 All dancing together in couples and groups, 
 Till an accident happened young Brien O'Sbaughnessy, 
 
 He stuck his right foot through Miss Hagerty's hoops! 
 The creature roared and bawled mealy-murther! 
 
 She roared for her friends, till she gathered them all ; 
 Ned Harding he swore he wouldn't go further, 
 
 Till he had satisfaction at Lannegan's ball. 
 
 In the midst of the row Miss Cavenagh fainted, 
 
 Her cheeks all the time as red as a rose; 
 The ladies declared her cheeks they where painted, 
 
 But she'd taken a small drop too much, I suppose. 
 Big Ned Courtenay, so heavy and able, 
 
 When he saw his dear Colleen stretched down by the wall, 
 He pulled the best leg from under the table, 
 
 And broke all the China at Lannegan's ball. 
 
 Och, bloody wars! and there was the ructions — 
 
 Myself got a clout (blow) from Phelim Mc Cue, 
 I soon replied to his kind invitations, 
 
 I kicked up the devil's own phillimaloo! 
 Ould Casy, the piper, he nearly got strangled, 
 
 We bundled him up, pipes, chaunter and all; 
 The ladies in ribbands they all got entangled, 
 
 And that's put an end to Lannegan's ball. 
 
 THE IRISHMAN'S SHANTY. 
 
 Did ye's ever go int'ill an Irishman's shanty (hut)'{ 
 Och! b'ys, that's the place where the whisky is plenty; 
 With his pipe in his mouth, there sits Paddy so free, 
 No king in his palace is prouder than he! 
 
 Arrah! me honey! w-h-a-c-k! Paddy's the boy! 
 
 There's a three-legged stool, with a table to match 
 And the door of the shanty is locked with a latch; 
 
 There's a nate (neat) feather mattrass all bustin' (bursting) with straw, 
 For the want of a bedstead it lies on the floor. 
 Arrah! etc. 
 
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 There's a snug little bureau, without paint or gilt, 
 Made of boards that was left when the shanty was built; 
 There's a three-cornered mirror hangs on the wall, 
 But divil the face has been in it at all. 
 Arrah! etc. 
 
 He has pigs in the sty, and a cow in the stable, 
 And he feeds them on scraps that is left from the table; 
 They'd starve if confined, so they roam at their aise (ease). 
 And come into the shanty whinever they plaise (please). 
 Arrah ! etc. 
 
 He has three rooms in one — kitchen, bed-room and hall, 
 And his chist it is three wooden pegs in the wall; 
 Two suits of owld clothes makes his wardrobe complete, 
 One to wear in the shanty, that same for the street. 
 Arrah 1 etc. 
 
 He can relish good victuals as ever ye's ate, 
 But is always continted with praties and mate (meat); 
 He prefers them when cowld (if he can't get them hot), 
 And makes tay (tea) in a bowl when he can't get a pot. 
 Arrah! etc. 
 
 He heeds not the rain, though it comes in a flood, 
 For the roof of the shanty is shingled with mut; 
 There's a hole at one end makes a chimney so neat 
 For the smoke and the sparks from the fire to retreat. 
 Arrah! etc. 
 
 There's one who parlakes of his sorrows and joys, 
 Attends to the shanty, the girl and the boys ; 
 (The brats he thinks more of than gold that's refined), 
 But Biddy's the jewel that's set in his mind. 
 Arrah! etc. 
 
 The rich may divide their enjoyments alone, 
 With those who have riches as great as their own ; 
 But Pat hangs the latch-string outside of his door, 
 And will share his last cent with the needy and poor. 
 Arrah ! etc. 
 
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 TIM KINIGAN'S WAKE. 
 
 Tim Finigan lived in Walker street, 
 
 A gentleman Irishman — mighty odd — 
 He'd a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet, 
 
 And to rise in the world he carried the hod (trough); 
 But you see he'd a sort of a tipling way, 
 
 With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born, 
 And to help him through his work each day, 
 
 He'd a drop of the creatur' every morn'. 
 
 Chorus: Whack, hurrah, blood and 'ounds, ye sowl ye 
 Welt the flure, ye're trotters shake, 
 Isn't it the truth I've tould ye, 
 Lots of fun at Finigan's wake. 
 
 One morning Tim was rather full, 
 
 His head felt heavy, which made him shake, 
 He fell from the ladder and broke his skull, 
 
 So they carried him home his corps to wake; 
 They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, 
 
 And laid him out upon the bed, 
 With fourteen candles round his feet, 
 
 And a couple of dozen around his head. 
 
 Chorus: Whack, hurrah etc. 
 
 His friends assembled at his wake, 
 
 Missus Finigan called out for the lunch; 
 First they laid in tay and cake, 
 
 Then pipes and tobacky and whiskey punch. 
 Miss Biddy O'Brien began to cry; 
 
 Such a purty (pretty) corps did ever you see! 
 Arrah! Tim avourneen (beloved), an' why did ye die? 
 
 Och, none of your gab (crying), sez Judy Magee. 
 
 Chorus: Whack, hurrah, etc. 
 
 Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job: 
 
 Arrah, Biddy, says she, ye're wrong I'm sure, 
 But Judy then gave her a belt on the gob (box on the ear), 
 
 And left her sprawling on the flure (floor). 
 Each side in the war did soon engage; 
 
 'Twas woman to woman, and man to man, 
 Shillelah law was all the rage 
 
 An' a bloody ruction soon began. 
 
 Chorus: Whack, hurrah, etc. 
 
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 Mickey Mulvaney raised his head, 
 
 When a gallon of whiskey flew at him ; 
 It missed him — and hopping on the bed, 
 
 The liquor scattered" over Tim I 
 Bedad! he revives! see how be raises! 
 
 An' Timothy jumping from the bed, 
 Cries, while lie lathered around like blazus {flames): 
 
 "Bad luck till yer souls, d'ye think I'm dead?" 
 
 Chorus: Whack, hurrah, etc. 
 
 KITTY WELLS. 
 
 You ask what makes this darkie weep, 
 
 Why he like others is not gay, 
 What causes the tear to flow down his cheek 
 
 From early morn till close of day ? 
 My story, darkies, you shall hear, 
 
 For in my memory fresh it dwells: 
 It will cause you all to drop a tear 
 
 On the grave of my sweet Kitty Wells. 
 
 Chorus : While the birds were singing in the morning, 
 And the myrtle and the ivy were in bloom, 
 And the sun on the hill was a dawning, 
 It was then we laid her in the tomb. 
 
 I never shall forget the day 
 
 That we together roamed the dells ; 
 I kiss'd her cheek, and named the day 
 
 That I should marry Kitty Wells: 
 But death came in my cabin door, 
 And took from me my joy and pride, 
 
 And when I found she was no more, 
 I laid my banjo down and cried. 
 
 Chorus : While the birds were singing in the morning, 
 And the myrtle and the ivy were in bloom, 
 And the sun on the hill was a dawning, 
 It was then we laid her in the tomb. 
 
 I often wish that I was dead, 
 
 And laid beside her in the tomb, 
 The sorrow that bows down my head 
 
 Is silent in the midnight gloom. 
 
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 The spring time has no charms for me, 
 Though flowers are blooming in the dells, 
 
 For that bright form I do not see, 
 The form of my sweet Kitty Wells. 
 
 Chorus : While the birds were singing in the morning, 
 And the myrtle and the ivy were in bloom, 
 And the sun on the hill was a dawning, 
 It was then we laid her in the tomb. 
 
 SALLY, COME UP. 
 
 Massa's gone to town de news to hear, 
 And he has left the overseer 
 To look over all de niggers here, 
 While I make love to Sally! 
 She's such a belle, 
 A real dark swell, 
 She dress' so slick, and look so well! 
 Dar's not a gal like Sally. 
 
 Chorns: Sally, come up, oh, Sally go down! 
 Sally, come twist your heel around, 
 De old man he's gone down to town, 
 Oh, Sally, come down de middle! 
 
 Last Monday night I gave a ball, 
 And I invite de niggers all; 
 De thick, de thin, de short, de tall, 
 But none came up to Sally! 
 And at de ball, 
 She did lick them all ; 
 Black Sal was the fairest gal ob all, 
 My lubly (lovely), charming Sally! 
 
 Chorus: Sally, come up, etc. 
 
 De fiddle was played by Pompey Jones, 
 Uncle Ned he shook de bones, 
 Joe play'd on de pine-stick stones; 
 But they couldn't play up to Sally! 
 Ole Dan Rose 
 
 Play'd de ole banjo (guitar), 
 Ginger Blue de big drum blew, 
 But he couldn't blow like Sally. 
 
 Chorus: Sally, come up, etc. 
 
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 Dar was dat lubly gal, Miss Fan, 
 With a face as broad as a frying-pan; 
 But Sally's is as broad again — 
 Dar's not a face like Sally's! 
 She's got a foot 
 To fill out de boot, 
 So broad, so long as a gum-tree root, 
 Such a foot has Sally 1 
 
 Chorus: Sally, come up, etc. 
 
 Sally can dance, Sally can sing, 
 De cat-choke reel, and break-down fling; 
 To get de niggers in a string, 
 Dar's not a gal like Sally's! 
 Tom, Sam, and Ned 
 Oft wish me dead; 
 To dem both all tree I said, 
 
 Don't you wish you may get my Sally? 
 
 Chorus: Sally, come up, etc. 
 
 Sally has got a lubly nose, 
 Flat across her face it grows, 
 It sounds like thunder when it blows, 
 Such a lubly nose has Sally! 
 She can smell a rat, 
 So mind what you're at; 
 It's rather sharp, although it's flat. 
 Is de lubly nose ob Sally! 
 
 Chorus: Sally, come up, etc. 
 
 De oder night I said to her: 
 I'll hab you, if you'll hah me. 
 All right, says she, I do agree; 
 So I smash up wid Sally. 
 She's rader dark, 
 But quite up to the mark! 
 Neber was such a gal for a lark, 
 Such a clipper gal is Sally! 
 
 Chorus: Sally, come up, etc. 
 
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 KINGDOM COMING. 
 
 Say darkeys, hab you seen de massa, 
 
 Wid de muffstash (moustachios) on his face, 
 Go long de road some time dis mornin' 
 
 Like he gwine (going) to leab the place? 
 He seen a smoke way up de ribber, 
 
 Whar de Linkum gumboats (Lincoln gunboats) lay; 
 He took his hat, an' lef berry sudden, 
 
 And I spec' (speculate) he's run away! 
 
 Chorus: De massa run, ha, ha! 
 
 De darkeys stay, ho, ho! 
 It mus' be now kingdom (day of judgment) comin, 
 An' de year ob Jubilo. 
 
 He six foot one way, two foot tudder (the other) 
 
 An' he weigh t'ree hundred pound, 
 His coat so big, he couldn't pay de tailor, 
 
 An' it won't go half way round. 
 He drill so much, dey call him Cap'an, 
 
 An' he get so dreffu' tanned, 
 I spec' he try an' fool dem Yankees, 
 
 For to t'ink he's contraband. 
 
 Chorus: De massa run, etc. 
 
 De darkeys feel so berry lonesome 
 
 Libing in de log-house on de lawn, 
 Dey move dar t'ings to massa's parlor, 
 
 For to keep it while he's gone. 
 Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen, 
 
 An' de darkeys dey'll hub some; 
 I s'pose dey'll all be confiscated 
 
 When de Linkum sojers (soldiers) come. 
 
 Chorus: De massa run, etc. 
 
 De oberseer he make us trouble, 
 
 An' he dribe us round a spell; 
 We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar 
 
 Wid de key t'rown in de well. 
 De whip is lost, de han'-cuff broken, 
 
 But de massa'll hab his pay; 
 He's ole enuff, big enuff, ought to know better 
 
 Dan to went, an' run away. 
 
 Chorus: De massa run, etc. 
 
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 Abraham Lincoln. 
 
 Were there no crowns on earth, 
 No evergreen to weave a hero's wreath, 
 That he must pass beyond the gates of death, 
 Our hero, our slain hero, to be crowned? 
 Could there on our unworthy earth be found 
 
 Naught to befit his worth ? 
 
 He the noblest soul of all! 
 When was there ever, since our Washington, 
 A man so pure, so wise, so patient, one 
 Who walked with this high goal alone in sight, 
 To speak, to do, to sanction only Right, 
 
 Though very heaven should fall? 
 
 Ah, not for him we weep! 
 What honour more could be in store for him? 
 Who would have had him linger in our dim 
 And troublesome world, when his great work was done, 
 Who would not leave that worn and weary one 
 
 Gladly to go to sleep? 
 
 For us the stroke was just, 
 We were not worthy of that patient heart; 
 We might have helped him more, not stood apart, 
 And coldly criticised his works and ways — 
 Too late now, all too late, our little praise 
 
 Sounds hollow o'er his dust. 
 
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 Be merciful, our God! 
 Forgive the meanness of our human hearts, 
 That never, till a noble soul departs, 
 See half the worth, or hear the angel's wings 
 Till they go rustling heavenward as he springs 
 
 Up from the mounded sot. 
 
 Yet what a deathless crown 
 Of Northern pine and Southern orange-flower 
 For victory, and the land's new bridal hour 
 Would we have wreathed for that beloved brow! 
 Sadly upon his sleeping forehead now 
 
 We lay our Cypress down. 
 
 O martyred one, farewell ! 
 Thou hast not left thy people quite alone, 
 Out of thy beautiful life there comes a tone 
 Of power, of love, of trust, a prophecy 
 Whose fair fulfilment all the earth shall be, 
 
 And all the future tell. 
 
Schulnachrichten. 
 
 Von Michael is 1866 bis Michael is 1867. 
 
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 6. Eugen Kriiger, aus Berlin, 18 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1^- Jahr in Prima, 
 
 7. Robert Falcke, aus Berlin, 18 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1~ Jahr in Prima, 
 
 8. Gustav Eltschig, aus Pegau, 17 Jabr alt, evangelisch, 1} Jabr in Prima, 
 
 9. Frit/ Fielitz , aus Berlin, 18 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 10. Franz Riecke, aus Berlin, 17 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 11. Woldemar Scbrader, aus Berlin, 17 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1 Jahr in Prima. 
 Von ihnen erhielten A. Eltschig, E. Rudloff, E. Leppin, E. Kriiger das 
 
 Pradicat „gut, u die iibrigen „hi n reich end" bestanden. 
 
 Die von den Abiturienten bearbeiteten Aufgaben waren: 
 
 1. Deutscher Aufsatz: Die Entwickelung und Ausdehnung der Baumwollen- 
 
 Industrie von den iiltesten Zeiten bis auf die Gegenwart. 
 
 2. Ein Franzosisches Extern p oral e. 
 
 3. Freie franzosiscbe Arbeit. 
 
 Correspondenz zwischen Berlin und Paris. 
 
 a) Demande d'un credit a decouvert. 
 
 b) lleponse. 
 
 4. Freie Englische Arbeit. 
 
 Correspondenz zwischen Hamburg und London. 
 
 a) Auftrag zum Einkaufe von einer Partie Zucker. 
 
 b) Ausfiihrung des Auftrags. 
 
 c) Versicberung der Waare. 
 
 5. Handel skun de. Der Wechsel protest, seine Bedeutung und die wichtigsten 
 
 Falle seiner Anwendung und Nichtanwendung. 
 
 6. Rech n en. 
 
 a) Wechsel-Rechnung. 
 
 A. in Berlin bat an C. in New-York 780 Dollars zu zahlen, lasst M. 
 in Bremen zu 78 dahin remittiren und dann zum Course von 108 r auf 
 sich trassiren. Wie viel hat Berlin zu zahlen, vvenn Bremen i- Pro- 
 vision und 1 "', ];l Courlage bei der Rimesse und y - Provision und 
 1 °/ „ Courtage bei der Tratte berechnet? 
 
 b) Discont-Recbnung. 
 
 Fiir einen am 25. April falligen Wecbsel zahlte man am 4. Marz unter 
 Abzug von 4y "- per Jahr Discont, ~ % Provision und | °/ () u Cour- 
 tage Thlr. 1781 18 Sgr. 9 Pf. Wie gross war die Wechselsumme? 
 
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 7. Mathematisch e Aufgabe. 
 
 a) Jemand zahlte am 1. Januar 1852 Thlr. 1575 und an jedem folgenden 
 
 1. Januar Thlr. 250 in eine Kasse , welche 3} % Zinseszins berechnete. 
 Wie gross war der Werth aller Einzahlungen am 1. Januar 1867? 
 
 b) Es sind drei Punkte, welche nicbt in einer geraden Linie liegen, gegeben. 
 Es soil ein Dreieck gezeichnet werden, fur welches jene Punkte die Fuss- 
 punkte dor Hohe sind. 
 
 c) Drei Centner Blei sollen in die Form eines Cylinders gegossen werden, 
 dessen Durcbmesser gleich seiner Hohe ist. Wie gross ist der Radius 
 zu nehmen? 
 
 8. Chemiscbe Arbeit. Welches sind die wichtigsten Eisenerze, und wie ge- 
 
 winnt man aus ihnen das Eisen ? 
 
 Am 29. Miirz land eine offentliche Redeiibung statt, wobei von Schiilern aus 
 
 -.illen Klassen theils deutsche, franzosische und englische Gedichte, tbeils einzelne Scenen 
 
 •/orgetragen wurden. Dazwischen traten die Abiturienten E. Rudloff, E. Leppiu und 
 
 ;i. Falcke mit eigenen Arbeiten auf, Rudloff mit einem franzosischen Vortrage: Le 
 
 .'ommerce des Pheniciens, Leppiu mit einem englischen : The East-India Company. 
 
 . J ?alcke hielt die deutsche Abschiedsrede iiber: Die Weltausstellungen und ihr Einfluss auf 
 
 rlandel und Industrie. Der Sangerehor betheiligte sich durch den Vortrag einiger vier- 
 
 itimmigen Gesange. Am Scblusse wurden die Abiturienten durch den Director entlassen. 
 
 Am 3. Juli wurde der Jahrestag der Schlacht bei Koniggratz durch Rede und Ge- 
 sang gefeiert. Die erstere hielt Lehrer Katte. Zur Vertheilung an fleissige Schuler waren 
 von der Stiidtischen Schul -Deputation eine Anzahl Exemplare des Schmidt'schen Buches: 
 Der deutsche Krieg von 1866, der Anstalt iiberwiesen worden. 
 
 Die Sommerferien fielen nach der vom Koniglicheu Provinzial-Schul-Collegio er- 
 lassenen Ferienordnung auf die Zeit vom 7. Juli bis 4. August. 
 
 Unter dem Vorsitze des Herrn P r o v inz i al-Sch u lraths Dr. Klix bestanden 
 am 4. Septbr. dreizehn Primaner die Abiturienten-Prufung und erhielten dadurcb das Recht 
 zum einjahrigen freiwilligen Militardienste. 
 
 1. Ernst Kayser, aus Hohenof'en, 19 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1^- Jahr in Prima, 
 
 2. Carl Steinhaus, aus Berlin, 18 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 2 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 3. Rudolph Ewald, aus Berlin, 19 Jahr ;ilt, evangelisch, 2 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 4. Hermann Hentschel, aus Langenbielau, 18} Jahr alt, evangelisch, 2 Jahr 
 in Prima, 
 
 5. Gerhard A reus, aus Berlin, 18 S- Jahr alt, evangelisch, 2 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 6. Adalbert Fuller, aus Berlin, 19 Jahr alt, katholisch, 1^ Jahr in Prima, 
 
 7. Paul Kiihn, aus Neu-Ruppin, 18{ Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1} Jahr in Prima, 
 
 8. Max Hartung, aus Berlin, 17 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 9. Georg Kronheim, aus Berlin, 17} Jahr alt, mosaisch, 1 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 10. Carl Heyde, aus Berlin, 18} Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 11. Hugo Noack, aus Berlin, 18 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 12. Adelbert Fetter, aus Berlin, 18 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1 Jahr in Prima, 
 
 13. August Trautvetter, aus Wustewaltersdorf, 19 Jahr alt, evangelisch, 1 Jahr 
 in Prima. 
 
 G. Arens und A. Fetter wurden von der miindlichen Priifung dispensirt mit 
 
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 dem Predicate „gut" bestanden. Von den iibrigen erhielten A. Fuller, M. Hartung, 
 P. Kuhn, C. Heyde uud H. Noack das Pradicat „gut u , die iibrigen „hinrei chend" 
 bestanden. 
 
 Die Themata zu den Priifungsarbeiten waren: 
 
 1. Deutscher Aufsatz: Ueber die Betheiligung der Araber am Welthandel und 
 
 an den Fortschritten der Civilisation. 
 
 2. Ein Franzosisches Extern porale. 
 
 3. Freie Franzos ische Arbeit. 
 
 Paris — Berlin. 
 
 Circulaire. Dissolution d'une societe par suite du deces de l'un des associes. 
 
 4. Freie Englische Arbeit. 
 
 Correspondenz zwischen New-Orleans und Hamburg. 
 
 a) Avis einer Consignation von Taback und der fur j des Facturabetrages 
 auf den Consignatar gezogenen Tratte. 
 
 b) Mittheilung iiber die Aussieht, welche das Unternehmen gewahrt und iiber 
 die erfolgte Assecuranz. 
 
 c) Anzeige von dem Verkaul'e der Waare : Verkaufsrechnung und Anzeige 
 iiber die erfolgte Annahme der Tratte. 
 
 5. Handel sk und e. Ueber Zweck und Einrichtung der Borsen. 
 
 6. Rechn e n. 
 
 a) Wechselrechnung. 
 
 C. in Berlin hat fur Fl. 12,800 Holl. Amsterdamer Briefe nothig und er- 
 theilt F. in Coin den Auftrag sie einzukaufen und nach Amsterdam zu re- 
 mittiren. Wenn nun J. die Papiere zu 141^ kauft und auf Berlin a 99 3 / l0 
 mit j -2- Provision trassirt, wieviel Thlr. wird daun C. zahlen miissen ? 
 
 b. Discontrechnung. 
 
 Am 12. April werden von einem Banquier a | | per Monat folgende 
 Wechsel fiir fremde Rechnung discontirt: 
 
 Thlr. 800 — per 30. April, 
 950 — - 1. Mai, 
 
 - 1,200 - 13. Mai, 
 
 - 1,025 — - 23. Mai, 
 
 960 — - 1. Juni. 
 Der Banquier berechnet - - Provision, l"/ 00 Courtage und 2 Thlr. 
 28 Sgr. fiir VVeehselstempel uud Porto. Wie gross ist der Reinertrag 
 dieser Wechsel? 
 
 7. Math e m at i se h e Aufgabc. 
 
 a) Eine eiserne Hohlkugel soil 125 Pfd. Gewicht und A" Wandstarke er- 
 halten; wie gross muss der aussere Durehmesser genommen werden? 
 
 b) A. hat sein Leben am 1. Juli 1860 mit 4000 Thlr. versichert; er zahlt 
 1275 Thlr. baar ein und an jedeni f'olgenden 1. Juli 50 Thlr. Er starb 
 am 2. Juli 1867. Wie gross ist der Nachtheil , welcher der Kasse hier- 
 durch erwaehst, wenn 4~ % gerechnet werden? 
 
 c. Die Schnittpunkte, in denen die drei Hohen eines Dreiecks den Kreis zum 
 
 zweiten Male treften , welcher dem Dreieck umgezeichnet ist, sind die 
 
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 Ecken eines Dreiecks , dessen Winkel von den Hohen des gegebenen 
 Dreiecks halbirt werden. 
 
 8. Chemische Aufgabe. Das Koehsalz. 
 
 Im Lehrercollegio sind keinerlei Veranderungen eingetreten : es besteht ausser dem 
 Director, — nach ihrem Eintritte in dasselbe — ans den Herren: Dr. Lange, Katte, 
 Schobs, Oberlehrer Dr. Bischoff, Goulbier, Dr. Gumlicb, Dr. Burtin, Candidat 
 Dem me, Serainarlehrer und Hof kalligraph Heilmaun, Musikdirector Professor 
 C o m m e r. i 
 
 C. Statistische Nachrichten. 
 
 Das Wintersemester 18 6 6 / 7 eroffhete mit 202 Schiilern. 
 
 Im Laufe desselben kamen hinzu 8 
 
 so dass die Gesammtzahl betrug 210 
 
 Davon verliessen die Anstalt nach abgelegter Maturitatspriifung, 
 
 Ostern 1867 ' 11 
 
 Ausserdem gingen ab 21 
 
 Auf den Rath der Schule wurden von den Eltern zuriickgezogen 2 
 
 34 - 
 
 Es blieb demnach Bestand zu Ostern 1867 176 
 
 Dazu wurden aufgenommen 33 
 
 so dass das Sommersemester 1867 eroft'net wurde mit 209 Schiilern, 
 
 welche sich folgerdermaassen auf die Classen vertheilten: 
 
 Prima 38 
 
 Secunda A. 50 
 
 Secunda B. 44 
 
 Tenia A. 48 
 
 Tertia B. 29 
 
 Summa 209. 
 
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 D. Ordnung der offentlichen Priifimg iind der damit verbundenen Vortrage. 
 
 Freitag, den 28. September 1867. 
 Vormittags 8 Dhr. 
 
 Choral. 
 
 Unter - Tertia. 
 
 Naturgeschichte. Oberlehrer Dr. B i s c h o f f. 
 
 Max Hausler ) n . , „... 
 
 i7 -i d u Dialog aus Plotz. 
 
 Emil Rauch J °' 
 
 Rechnen. Lehrer Schobs. 
 
 Max Schobs: Die Gottesraauer, von Clemens Brentano. 
 
 Eduard Graf 
 
 Carl Steibert \ Scene aus King Alfred. 
 
 Theodor Sachs J 
 
 Ober- Tertia. 
 
 Franzosisch. Dr. B u r t i n. 
 
 Paul Hammer: La Mort aux Rats. Boufflers. 
 
 Hugo Ehrentraut: Der Reiter und der Bodensee, v. G. Schwab. 
 Geographie. Dr. Lange. 
 
 Richard K iister 
 
 Siegfried Burgas > Scene aus: Snakes in the Grass, v. Buckstone. 
 
 Oscar John 
 
 Leopold Bohrmann: L'Ange et TEufant. Reboul. 
 
 Unter- Secunda. 
 
 Englisch. Candidat D e m m e. 
 Otto Kriiger 
 
 Max Hildebrand > Scene aus: Snakes in the Grass. 
 Julius Jonas 
 
 Rechnen. Lehrer Schobs. 
 
 Ewald Gendelmeyerl, _^ .. 
 
 Arthur Gun eke 1 | Le Deb.teur et le Creancier. 
 
 Theodor Baxmaun: Die Doffinger Schlacht, v. L. Uhland. 
 
 Ober-Secuiida. 
 
 Mathematik. Dr. Lange. 
 Eduard John 
 
 Hermann Hirschfeld J- L'Abbe de 1'Epee. I. 2. 
 Hugo Frank el 
 
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 Geschichte. Lehrer K a 1 1 e. 
 
 Ewald Deutsch: Bingen on the Rhine. 
 Paul Passarge 
 
 Richard Richter > Maria Stuart. I. 7. 
 
 Bruno Munchenberg J 
 
 Nachmittags j 3 Uhr. 
 
 Prima. 
 
 Franzosisch. Lehrer Goulbier. 
 
 Grandeur et Decadence de la Hansa. (Eigene Arbeit). Abiturient Hugo Noack. 
 
 Chemie. Oberlehrer Dr. Bischoff. 
 
 The Influence of war on Commerce. (Eigene Arbeit). Primaner Richard Boas. 
 Uebersicht iiber die Entwickelung des Preussischen Postwesens. (Eigene Ar- 
 beit.) Abiturient Ernst Kayser. 
 
 Zwei Lieder f fir gemischten Chor. 
 a) Ich will Dich erhohen, mein Gott! b) Abendlied. 
 
 Entlassung der Abiturienten durch den Director. 
 
 Das neiie Sehuljahr begiont Montag, den 14. Octobex*. 
 
 Franz. 
 
 Ich will Dich erhohen, mein Gott! 
 
 Franz Commer. 
 
 Ich will Dich erhohen, mein Gott, Du KOnig, and Deinen Namen loben inimer und ewiglich! 
 Gnadig und barmherzig ist der Heir, gcduldig und von grosser GUle! Der Herr ist Allen gnadig und er- 
 barmct sich aller seiner Werke ! 
 
22.O.U0 
 
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 Abendlied. 
 
 L. Hensel. Franz Commer. 
 
 Wic kdnnt' ich ruhig schlafen 
 
 In dnnkler Nacht, 
 Wcnn ich. Gott und Vater, 
 
 Nicht Dei n gedacht? 
 Es hat des Tages Treiben 
 
 Mein Herz zerstreut — 
 Bei Dir. bei Dir ist Frieden 
 
 Und Seligkcit! 
 
 decke meino Mangel 
 
 Mit Deiner Iluld, 
 Du bist ja. Gott, die Liebe 
 
 Und die Geduld! 
 Gieb mir urn was ich fiehe — 
 
 Ein reines Herz, 
 Das Dir vull Freuden iliene 
 ..<.-» Im Gliick und Schmerz ! 
 
 Ach hilf, dass ich vergebe, 
 
 'Wic Du vergiebst, 
 Und meinen Bruder liebe, 
 
 Wie Du mich liebst ! 
 So schlaf icb ohne Bangen 
 
 In Friedcn ein, 
 Und tr'aume suss und stillc 
 
 Und denke Dcin ! 
 
 
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