C38r Chase Notes in Rhyme THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES IN MEMORY OF PAUL TURNER, U.S.M.C.R. KILLED IN ACTION, SAIPAN JUNE, 1944 IN RHYME. IN RHYM BY WHITMAN CHASE, N. DIGHTON, MASS. BOSTON: ROBINSON AND HULL, PUBLISHERS INDEX. PAGE. THE NATION'S DEAD, - 5 TAUNTON GREAT RIVER, - 7 MEMORY, - 9 i BRUNO'S EPITAPH, 10 CHILD'S PRAYER, - - 10 TRAMP, 1 1 EDEN, - - 12 BACHELOR, - 14 To SENATOR B, - - . - 14 ANSWER TO A FRIENDLY CRITIC, 15 THE GAME OF THE MONEY SHARK, - 16 FEMALE SUFFRAGE, - 20 BEAUTIFUL VIEW, - - , - - 21 DECORATION DAY, 22 AN ALLEGORY, - 23 NIGHT, 23 WAITING, - 26 REGRETS, - 27 YE WHISPERING WINDS, - 28 MY CHILDHOOD'S HOME, - 29 SPRING POETRY, - - 29 BEE HIVE, - 30 DOGSOLOGY, - - 31 - FOURTH OF JULY, 1876. 32 691768 THE NATION'S DEAD. See yon hillside dotted o'er, Graves of soldiers nothing more. Soldiers, silently they lie, For their country dared to die. Left their homes and firesides dear, Changed them for a patriots bier. Poured their blood upon the sands, Took their death at rebel hands. A hundred thousand four times told, Dearer than the miser's gold ; Husband, father, brother, son, Left their loved ones, long to mourn: Lover's left their darling's side, And instead made death their bride. In the churchyard, in the glen, Never rested braver men. Died they on the battle-field, Nor to traitors would they yield ; Died they in the prison pen, Shame ! Oh, Shame ye Southern men. In the swamp and on the plain, In the camp on cots of pain. Died returning to their friends, Lightning home the message sends. 6 On the land and on the sea, They died for you, they died for me. Let us weave them garlands green, Deck their graves with brightest sheen. Twine our love among the flowers, For the life they gave for ours. I have watched them by the hour, Fighting midst the leaden shower, Bursting shell and cannon ball ; Seen them waver seen them fall. Now we see the " Nations dead" Make the earth their common bed. Four hundred thousand, brave and true, Claim the Nation's homage due. Buried on the crested hill ; Buried in the quiet vale. Buried in the churchyard lot ; Buried in some lonely spot. Buried 'neath the surging wave, Ne'er a stone to mark their grave. In the rivers rolling tide, Buried comrads side by side. In our hearts lie buried then, Deeds of God's appointed men. TAUNTON GREAT RIVER. The Taunton Great River is a beautiful stream, The pride of Dame Nature, fulfilling her dream ; The pains of its birth she will never forget, While fondly she gazes on the fame of her pet ; ^ 'Tis carved through the meadows, the rocks and the hills, O ' Entrancing its beauty from ocean to rills ; Its banks are historic, no spot on its shores But for pen or for pencil yields richest of stores. From the Blue Hills, 'tis claimed, on its inission it springs, Till it blends with old Ocean, its memory clings To the scenes of its childhood, and who shall dare To assert that its spirit does not live even there. In ages long past, in times that are flown, When this true child of Nature to a damsel had grown, There came from the East a mythical band, With dignified grace to ask for her hand, In language as pure, as classic, unstained, As tho' the Tower of Babel still reigned, O They inscribed on a rock, enduring as fame, A neat billet-doux, sweet proof of their flame. 'Twas love at first-sight, and love always true, Inspired this gallant, this wandering crew. They walked in the moonlight, and gazed at the stars, Nor clouded their prospect with family jars ; No envious rival to poison the gale With darkening hints, or gossiping tale ; In the midst of the forest, on the banks of the stream, They trusted each other, their life was a dream. They sailed on the waters till the Nook they had passed, 8 And on to the Needles where the current runs fast ; Still on to the Pond Rocks and up to the Weir ; Again on to Titticut could they wish to go higher ? And slowly returning, drifting down with the tide ; The bargain was made she would be his bride. When her lover returned from the East once again, She would wait with feelings of pleasure and pain. Near the mouth of the river, where love oft is sealed, They lingered a season, and their purpose revealed, There builded a monument just like their love, Firmly established below, and strengthened above ; Then weighed they the anchor and sailed on the main, Ask the Ocean, why comes not my Birdie again. Oh ! pity the maiden with hopes crushed and lost ; A derelict bark on the wide ocean tossed. While she sighed for her lover and what " might have been," There came to her borders a race of red men, With wild hieroglyphics, and feathers, and paint ; With scalping-knife, tomahawk, equally quaint ; . With birchen canoe, and wigwam, and Squaw, And pappoose thrown in, in a corner of straw. While the moon and the stars shine with lustre refulgent, And hope long deferred makes a maiden indulgent, They might fish in her waters, and fondle her charms ; Ugh ! an Indian she never would take to her arms. Then came the Yankees a badly mixed race, With notions puritanic extremely strait-laced Vast lovers of freedom, for themselves and their own, While for others their hearts are as hard as a stone. Much shrewder than an Indian, we charitably say, They bought up the land, and what did they pay ? A whole peck of beans, a yankee's first lave, Dearer by far, than mansions above. Then build up a monument, laud to the skies This shrewdest of buyers, give her the prize 9 She has earned, we'll emulate all ; The skill of the trader, for prices may fall ! They erected fine churches, that their sins, be forgiven, And their souls, if they have any, at last go to heaven Established free schools political machines Where the boys and the girls, study means and extremes ; As wise at the end as at the beginning. Like very fine houses without underpinning Castles of air blown about by the breeze ! Fluttering fashion birds singing among the trees ! Now her children are many, some to cities have grown, And they scornfully look on the mean little town ; One, a spindle-shanked fellow, lives on a hill, His family is large, he married a Miln ; May they live long, and prosper in basket and store, But remember 'tis better to be honest than poor; By the side of the sea, a fair daughter dwells, She flirts with the ocean, and favors its swells In that sweet land of rest, where no marriage is given, There is hope for the maiden whose heart strings are riven, When the summons shall come, " from earth to depart," She may join with the spirit of the deep sunken bark. MEMORY. I call to mind my childhood's dream, And sail with mem'ry up the stream ; This point I reach can get no higher When mamma held me to the fire. My feet were Avarmed, the grateful blaze Still in my worn out memory plays. 10 BRUNO'S EPITAPH. Bruno, a clog, lies buried here, Let other canines drop a tear, And while they weep this thought apply, That Bruno could not tell a lie. He lies, 'tis true, beneath the ground, But not in court, where rogues are found, He'd scorn to have his memory dyed With documents that proved he'd lied. Was never known to sign his name To scrolls that testified his shame, Nor held an office in a town Where truth and virtue are put down. Unlike the brutes who planned his death, He never used his given breath To tell false tales, and mock the Giver With deeds that bring disgrace forever. Duplicity was not his trade, No subtle cunning part he played ; Beside his grave, where heath moss grows, 'We'll plant a blooming single rose. THE CHILD'S PRAYER. " Now I lay me down to sleep " Upon this bed, a treasure heap, My mother's hands with love hath made, And in its folds her child is laid. 11 " I pray the Lord my soul to keep " In watchful kindness while I sleep ; And guide me ever in the right, O O ' By brightest day, or darkest night. " And if I die before I wake " My spirit shall this form forsake, And sail the stormy river o'er, To wait my mother on the shore. " I pray the Lord my soul to take," And keep it for that mother's sake, That when her task on earth is done, May find her loved her missing one. THE TRAMP. " Pity the sorrows of the poor old tramp," For the north wind comes with cutting breath, Oh pitiless North ! I fought for the North to save it from death. The breeze from the South is warm and kind, But the noisome pestilence is in its breath, Oh mistaken South ! . I fought 'gainst the South to save all from death. Now where shall I flee from the laws persecution, " The poor ye shall always have with you," He saith, But Christ is forgot ! And nothing is left to me but death. 12 EDEN. One day as the sun was seeking His beautiful home in the West, And was saving " good night " unto Eden, Fair Eden the home, of the blest. " Thou art beauty's bower enchanted," " The loveliest spot on the earth ; " " For thee my dreams are haunted ; " "Thank heaven for giving thee birth." " I'll call again in the morning " " And kiss off thy tears of dew ; " " May guardian angels watch o'er thee," " When I'm absent, dear Eden, from you." While the shadows of sadness were lengthning At this parting so kindly and true, Stood Adam and Eve in the Garden, Admiring their bridal trosseaux. The trees and the flowers they inspected, Naming each one after its kind ; And the rich, ripe fruit they tasted, As their habits and thoughts were inclined, " See ! there is a tree, dear Adam," " With fruit and flowers so gay," And merrily they chatted together, As she cunningly led him that way. She pretended the greatest surprise At the beautiful fruit that it bore, 13 Nor shoAved by a word or a look That she ever had tasted before. Oh woman ! guileless, woman ! Is thy mission on earth to deceive ? Then a blessing 'twould have been for mankind If there never had been any Eve. The sun on his journey had gone, And darkness spread, o'er the earth ; The curtain of Nature was drawn Ere sin and transgression had birth. The table of evening was spread With dainties the choicest and rare, The best the Garden afforded, The fruit " forbidden " Avas there. Together they partook of the banquet, So happy and thoughtless this pair, Ere the sun appeared in the moring This world had been burdened with care. Though justice demandeth a penance, And guardeth humanity's claim, No mortal could censure this couple, Or consider them any to blame ; For where is the man or the woman Who would not have done just the same, Though it cost a forest of fig leaves To hide their feelings of shame. 14 A BACHELOR. Who cares for his troubles and woes ? Who keeps, as a treasure, his heart ? Who loves him and serves him and says she'll obey When all other friends depart ? Then why is he a bachelor so lonely we ask ? Why don't he get married in a jiff? When in the sunshine of love he might bask, And never grow aged with grief. Oh, say, has some bright little damsel Just stolen his heart out of fun, And refused altogether to cancel The roguery, by giving her own in return ? Or is he the hardened offender, And has passed his life in its prime In stealing these pulsating treasures And now suffers, as he should, for his crime ? But a bachelor no longer we'll pity, For recorded his vows may now be, He has only to put out his money, And a phonograph buy don't you see. TO SENATOR We fain would save thy dainty soul From contact with the poor or foul, Who to the earth have long been trod By minions of thy worshipped god. 15 Great Champion of the oppressor, Gold, Thou canst not drive us in thy fold ; We hear thy whip lash crack and snap, And reach it may our coatless back. We'll brave the storm and stand for right, Tho' millions perish in the fight, We can but die, and die we must, If such as thee we wholly trust. The poor must starve and suffer cold To gratify the greed for gold ; Then bind them down with iron bands, The price of Judas in thy hands. Preach thou thy democratic Cant, Of Massachusetts " mudsills " rant ; Sleep sweetly in thy chosen bed ; The voice for freedom is not dead. ANSWER TO A FRIENDLY CRITIC. I thank you for your kind advice ; It flatters much too much, my cheap device. To train my Muse, I first must gently woo her ; And ere I let my rhyming fancy soar To giddy heights, where many dangers thrall, Where one false step may wreck and ruin all ; To theme of Love, the highest peak yet found By rhyming bard, or realistic hound ; I sure must legalize the bond, And know she's mine, e'en to the far bevond. 16 THE GAME OF THE MONEY STOCK. Ye Muses, who by Jove appointed Guardians of the thoughts of men, Make me one of thine anointed, Nerve my heart and guide my pen. Free me from all selfish malice, Lead me only in the right ; Better drink from poisoned chalice Than indulge in canine fight. Let no word or thought be spoken, Comes not from the highest realm, That thy mandates be not broken, Place the wisest at the helm. When a nation stoops to meanness, Courting all her poisonous plans ; Sanctioned, though by men of genius, Just men should forbid the bans. They who stand upon the mountain Looking on the plain below, Drinking from the Heavenly fountain, Lot of theirs to see and know. See the nation lowly bending Worshipping the Golden Calf; Men the Nation's cause defending, Objects of derision's laugh. Hark ! we hear the sound of battle ! Hush ! the war is in the camp ! Nearer sounds the death-like rattle ; Liberty must fight, or tramp. 17 Gay their trappings, bright their armor, Martial music fills the air ; Merchant, lawyer, preacher, farmer, Men of mein and visage fair. Men whose hopes were like the mountain, Men whose hearts beat high and warm, Neither cost nor trouble counting ; Rush to save their rights from harm. . God's best image only choosing, Crooked toes must stay at home ; Hearts and lungs misplaced excusing ; War of theirs with words and broom. Now they're marching to the landing, Crowded steamer leaves the shore ; Deafening cheers their echoes answering, Hats and kerchiefs answering more. Passion now brings up her forces, Licensed each their part to play ; That they better run their courses, Prudence bounds are knocked away. Fear goes with the weeping mother, Haunts her thoughts by day and night ; Hope goes racing with her brother, Neck and neck with all their might. Love ! oh ever changing goddess, Now on steamer, now on shore, Deacons whisper words* of kindness, Youthful pastors whisper more. Distance leaves the heart to harden, Makes the bond of union li<2;lit ; 18 Wives were playing Enoch Arden, Ere the steamer's out of sight. Shylocks now deep plans are laying, To secure their pound of flesh ! Sordid meanness well portraying, Lack of soul and love of cash. Now the changing paper dollar, " Honest bankers," bring to front Turn it over, hear it "holler ; " Now you see it, now you don't. Olden times when Cape Cod lasses Rolling down the sandy height, Showed their faces then their tresses Like a coast revolving light. Had they then the slighest notion That their play would copied be, They'd have rolled into the ocean ; Hid their blushes in the sea. Rags that once disgraced a pauper, Take the highest walks in life ; Shoddy marries Mr. Sharper, All ignore the Soldier's Wife. See, her home is sad and dreary, Clouds obscure her noonday sun ; Eyes that weep and hearts that weary Waiting for the absent one. Scanty grows her children's clothing, Rent increasing every day Tricks that merit honor's loathino-, O' Wear her lonely life away. 19 Letters take a long vacation, Last with burning words of love, 'Reading like some sad oration Pointing to the world above. Home returns the worn out soldier, Seeks to mend his broken health ; Friends frave grown a trifle colder As they have increased in wealth. Dreams of Camp and field of battle, Dreams of health and hope and friend ; Vanish like the fawn we startle, When we hound and bullet send. Wife may love, and children fondle, Bread is still the loudest cry ; Pension agent proves a scoundrel, Passes the worthy soldier by. Lying cunning politician Seeks the soldier's fame to mar, Worse than wounds or rebel prison ; Saddest fruitage of the war. Hope deferred makes human hearts sick, Hope destroyed, still more we dread ; Tramp they went to martial music, Tramp returned to beg their bread. Now we reach the verge of madness, Despots seek to play their game ; They will wrap the world in sadness, Banish every human claim. 20 WOMAN SUFFRAGE. There was to be an election in Forfest, When 'twas lawful for women to vote, And Mrs. Tupper was running for office, A lady of learning and note. She desired to be on the committee, And have the care of the schools ; 'Twas considered a very great pity That children should all grow up fools. But old Dr. Rawpot was boss, And the schools were down below Zero, For no one had dared to oppose This political medical hero. He had threatened to give them such pills, As would send them to Heaven so quick ; Besides he would bring in such bills They'd wish they had never been sick. But the lady had courage undaunted, And was not to be scared by an owl, She told them the old man was haunted By the spirit of murder most fowl. This raised up a breeze in a minute, And the lady's fair name was assailed, While all his relations joined in it Till it increased almost to a gale. o But election day settled the question ; No " Eight to Seven " was played ; The selectwomen counted the ballots, And never their trusts betrayed. , 21 Mrs. Moderator called them to order, When she declared the vote almost even ; The doctor stood ninety-six in the shade, While the lady counted just ninety seven. The doctor no more was seen For two days and a night, so they tell ; Some thought he had crossed the stream, And landed on Canaan's bright shore. The people turned out in a body, And hunted down twixt the old mills, Where they found the doctor's cold corpus, Beside an empty box of his own pills. THE " BEAUTIFUL VIEW." As I trace out the course and distance I've run, While over life's ocean my track I review. And dream of the port whence my voyage first begun, And sigh for the heaven that's promised to few. As I linger in fancy o'er the bright seas I've passed, Of the refuge I've sought when passion's storm blew, One surer than all, in my memory shall last, The harbor that's called the " Beautiful View." And should I arrive when the gates are ajar, With the Pilot on board to take me safe through ; Ere I enter, and while I am crossing the bar, Will look far astern for the " Beautiful View." # And even in port while collecting my freight, Which the consignee pays whenever its due No minions of hades to filch from the rate I still will remember the " Beautiful View." 22 May the trim-looking craft as they lie safely moored In that harbor, enclosed by hearts that are true, Rejoice in the love which they each have on board For each other, and for the " Beautiful View." DECORATION DAY. March on bring on the flowers the orders pass From West to East from South to North Let none refuse in column and in solid mass March on, and roses bring, and amaranth. The old, the young, the good, the wise,. Do homage to the patriot dead ; The life to duty sacrificed, Shall never from our mem'ry fade. Then early rise and bring the flowers ; No sluggard on our roll shall be ; In sacredness we'll spend the hours Allotted to the task, and see This duty well performed ; not with envy, But w r ith reverential awe, And with joyful sadness ; proud are we To worship, at the shrine of love and law. No party now, this is a common cause, A love of country, and regard for laws ; A traitor's foe these heroes fain have been ; They loved their country and they died like men For its defence ; their graves we decorate With flowers ; their honored names we consecrate This day. We loved them as they loved the right, And ever will keep their memory bright. 23 AN ALEGORY. A Drake and a Fox were counsel together, In a trial of chase against an old wether; From a Rockwell to start and they lay down the rule, That who wins the race must first reach the goal. The stakes were put up a hundred or more, And none were allowed who had Bennet before, The race it was long, Fuller a mile it is said The tallest to win, if he come out ahead. Now to turn a short corner on a wet day Is not always the safest part of a play, When you're going full tilt, appalled you may be To land in a mud-hole, or up 'gainst a tree. The racers well cautioned they start at the word, Away flew the wether with the speed of a bird, His feet slipped from under, he rolled in a pool, They all cried together you're tall but a fool. Now fill up your glasses, we'll drink to the winner, If in a good cause you e'er lose your dinner, 'Twill all be made up at the end of the race, If the Fox and the Drake may judge of the case. NIGHT. Night, symbol of eternity the day well spent, Brings happiness, and sweet content ; The day of toil and strife is o'er, As homeward then his steps are bent, The wife stands watching at the door, 24 On faithful, loving thoughts intent ; A smile, a pleasant word, a loving kiss Mere harbingers of coming bliss. Then children coming to the scene, With gladdened hearts though thoughtful mien, " O pa has come," with joy they cry, When clustering round the weary man, They fondly with each other vie To show each loving heart and hand ; "I love you pa/' and here's a kiss for you, " And I 'ove 'ou, dust dive me one tiss too." The table spread with dainties rare, The snowy cloth the cushioned chair, " O, take it pa, ma placed it there for you," Unused by all when you are gone, 'Tis sacred as a lover's kiss, An emblem of a heart forlorn, Whose idol only it can miss We love to linger round the place, And Avatch each bright and happy face. The husband-father's, heart o'erflows With happiness, no words disclose, His eye ; a tear glistens there ; " O papa, why," but hush ; the prayer : Oh God who dwells in sea and air Whose presence blesseth everywhere, We thank Thee for thy tender care, That keeps us from the worldly snare, And when our task on earth is done Then take us to thy happy home In Heaven " O papa," then I heard a sound Of rustling wings beyond the wall : 25 We hear the echo travelling round O'er hill and dale encircling all. It seems to whisper in the air, " 'Tis written on the rainbow scroll When man has done his duty here, In heaven may rest his weary soul." Another task is ours that's not so pleasant quite, To paint a home in colors not so bright : A man of common mind, with health and strength, Stands loafing on the corner, in the store ; And wears away the long, long day at length, In bits of gossip, wine, and cards, or more, He seeks his home when night doth drive him there, Demanding of its hospitality a share. No wife to greet him at the door, No cheerful voice, of love no store ; ' Tis dark and dismal, drear and cold, And hunger, squalor, filth abound, The misery, suffering, never told The embers few, with children round, And shivering, crouching, scarcely clad, Their hearts are heavy, faces sad. From father's lips a muttered curse " Than this can Hell be any worse ? '* " O father hear the thunders roar; The storm is gathering round us now, Each crash is louder than before May God some sign of pity show." Not Sinai's mount, nor sabbath bell Can clearer show, or plainer tell, For those on earth who do all well, There need not be a fear of hell. 26 WAITING. I met my friend of " twenty-one " And joy beamed in his eye, He said, " I've wed, A pretty maid, I caught her on the fly, I'll get the rocks Without hard knocks If my father-in-law should die." " He owns a railroad and a farm, A bank and grocery store, And ships upon the ocean too, The Lord knows how much more ; We'll life enjoy Without alloy This happy bride and I We'll live in state" And only wait For father-in-law to die ! " My friend passed on and time also, Till twenty years had fled, Again we met, And in a fret He said " I'm almost dead I'm sick and sore, And, what is more, I've neither board nor bed ; But then you see I'll happy be ; I'll tell you on the sly, We'll live in clover 27 When 'tis all over And the old man comes to die." A score of years were added still As time went rippling by, And haggard then I met old Ben, He'd hardly strength to sigh " I'll life enjoy My dear old boy When the old man comes to die." REGRETS. Oh had I a skin like the shades of the night, Or even as dark as the twilight's first dawning, I might claim of the Government a pension by right Of the hue of my hide that came at my borning. I might fold up -my wings, and in transports of joy, Fly to Kansas neath the shades of a Government awning, With a Government ticket my cares to destroy, Pass a life as serene as June's brightest morning. I might pity the lot of the down-trodden whites, And give them a penny to keep them from starving, Have Government support in all of my fights, And live on the bounty of political carving. But alas ! sad misfortune, my parents were white, No Government patronage came at my borning ; My journey through life is hardly as bright As the stormiest, coldest, windiest March morning. 28 Bulldozed by officials, abused by a crowd Of gaping jackanapes, adepts at their fawning, Myself and my progeny can only be proud That we exist in spite of political storming. YE WHISPERING WINDS. Ye whispering winds be still And tell no tales of love, No secrets e'er reveal, Nor scandal bearer prove. I love my love 'tis true, And give her sigh for sigh, Ye zephyrs bear them through To portals in the sky. No earthly ears intrust Nor sighing winds disclose The minglings of our dust, Nor tell to friends or foes. Ye gales that sweep the main, And speed our gallant craft, Tell not the sweet refrain, But onward let it waft. Strong as the hurricane, As gentle as the calm, I still the love retain For " Mary's little lamb." 29 SPRING POETRY. As I went to the spring for a drink of pure water, There met Capt. Springer's loveliest daughter. " Spring over the wall and kiss me " she said " In the spring when the roses are in bloom, we will wed.'" MY CHILDHOOD'S HOME. 'Twas an old-fashioned farm house that for more than a century, Had stood by the roadside, well known for its gallantry ; It welcomed alike 'the rich and the poor, No beggar empty-handed e'er turned from its door. Here the scenes of rny childhood, like birds of the wild- wood Returning in spring, come back unto me ; Here in pathways of truth, in my joyous bright youth, My life's first edition was "jolliest glee." My world was the door-yard, the orchard, the lawn, And I rose with the lark in the bright early morn ; Not Adam or Eve, in their innocent joy, Knew ought of the pleasure of being a boy. To school then I went, on learning was bent, And in time was promoted to the high Grammar School, But the Town got in a ferment, and in its excitement Acted less like a wise man, and more like a fool. Each was determined to rule over the other, And man was arrayed even against his own brother ; The tide of the contest swayed now to and fro, Uncertain which side would give the last blow. But Doctor Obstetric, the boss of the district, Now led out his forces and threatened to fire. 30 So strong did he charge it, with threats to enlarge it, That he knocked opposition than a kite never higher. To the High Grammar School no more could I go, For the victorious party come down on its foe Like a hawk on a chicken, and sent down helow Every son of its sire, who had dared to vote " No." Oh wise legislation, that yields to dictation, And places the power in the hands of a few ; Oh perveted humanity, devoid of charity, E'en keeps from his neighbor what is his just due. BEE HIVE. On the sunny side of a garden wall, Where the flowers grow wild and the flowers grow tall, There an unpretending bee hive stood, Filled to the brim with its busy brood ; The bees came out and the bees went in, And their toilsome lives were free from sin. Their love for their Queen was the purer part Not that inspired by Cupid's dart ; The climax of love only their thoughts could share, And they gazed with delight as she soared in the air ; While the drones came out on their mission of love To enjoy its fruition in the heavens above. One night when the stars were lit in the sky A silver winged Miller came buzzing by Methinks he came from Albion's shore, A minion of Mothschild; bought by their ore, The drones allowed the Termer in : Their home became the abode of sin. 31 Then thus the soft voiced syren spake, " Too soft and too thin is the honey you make ; Just store your cells and fill up the cracks With wax, hard wax, pure golden wax ; While I remain my web to spin, Bring only the waxen pollen in." When the farmer came to collect his rent, He gathered instead, astonishment ; The hive was filled with disgusting worms, Full of their tricks, and full of their squirms ; No bees came out, no bees went in : Their home was now the abode of sin. When next you believe that right must prevail, Remember your vigilance must not fail ; Beware of humbug, delusion and snare, And of political Millers, beware, twice beware ; For their schemes will hatch and their progeny stand Like the toads of Egypt, to devour the land. DOGSOLOGY. The high, the low, each have a common end ; To serve his master every one must bend My wants my master is, food, raiment, home ; With these supplied my work is done, I have no higher aim man I despise Tho' thoughts may wander far above the skies. 32 FOURTH OF JULY, 1876. The glories of a hundred years We celebrate to-day The sighs and sorrows, groans and tears We'll banish far away. Tho' fire bugs light their midnight torch, And Babcock steals away, The glories of a hundred years We celebrate to-day. Though selfish Enojand never will ~ O The golden rule obey, The glories of a hundred years We celebrate to-day. Tho' Hell Gate pilots rob us quite, And pious scoundrels prey, The glories of a hundred years We celebrate to-day. We have a land where freedom reigns, Tho' justice long delay The glories of a hundred years We celebrate to-day. The North and South are shaking hands, Forgetting all the fray, The glories of a hundred years We celebrate to-day. Then ring the bells and fire the guns And bunting flags display ; The glories of a hundred years We celebrate to-day. And France may come, and England too, And nations far away ; The glories of a hundred years We celebrate to-day. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. 1'orm L9-50-ll,'50 (2554)444 Its editorials are full of snap, ginger, and nitroglycerine. It watches the doings of public men, and approves that which it thinks for the benefit of the people and condemns that which it thinks is prejudicial to their interests. Terms $1.50 per annum ; 75 cts. for six months ; 40 cts. for three months. Address as above. Chase 1292 Rough notes in rhymo PS 1292 C33r UC SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY 020 2