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Condidit ille Johnsmith, Virginiamque

vocavit, Settledit autem Jacobus rex, nomine

primus, Rascalis implens ruptis, blagardisque

deboshtis, Militibusque ex Falstaffi legione fugatis Wenchisque illi quas poterant seducere

nuptas; Virgineum, ah, littus matronis talibus

impar! Progeniem stirpe ex hoc non sine stig

mate ducunt Multi sese qui jactant regum esse ne

potes : Haud omnes, Mater, genitos quæ nu

per habebas Bello fortes, consilio cautos, virtute

decoros, Jamque et habes, sparso si patrio in

sanguine virtus, Mostrabisque iterum, antiquis sub as

tris reducta ! De illis qui upkikitant, dicebam, rum

pora tanta, Letcheris et Floydis magnisque Extra

ordine Billis; Est his prisca fides jurare et breakere

wordum; Poppere fellerum a tergo, aut stickere

clam bowiknifo, Haud sane facinus, dignum sed victrice

lauro; Larrupere et nigerum, factum præstantius ullo :

40 Ast chlamydem piciplumatam, Icariam,

flito et ineptam, Yanko gratis induere, illum et valido

railo
Insuper acri equitare docere est hos-

pitio uti.
Nescio an ille Polardus duplefveori-

bus ortus,
Sed reputo potius de radice poorwite-

manorum ; Fortuiti proles, ni fallor, Tylerus erat Præsidis, omnibus ab Whiggis nomi

natus a poor cuss; Et nobilem tertium evincit venerabile Ast animosi omnes bellique ad tympana

ha! ha! Vociferant læti, procul et proelia,

Hostem incautum atsito possunt shoot

ere salvi ;
Imperiique capaces, esset si stylus

agmen,
Pro dulci spoliabant et sine dangere

fito.
Præ ceterisque Polardus: si Secessia

licta, Se nunquam licturum jurat, res et un

heardof, Verbo hæsit, similisque audaci roosteri

invicto, Dunghilli solitus rex pullos whoppere

molles, Grantum, hirelingos stripes quique et

splendida tollunt Sidera, et Yankos, territum et omnem

sarsuit orbem. Usque dabant operam isti omnes,

noctesque diesque, Samuelem demulgere avunculum, id

vero siccum ; Uberibus sed ejus, et horum est culpa,

remotis, Parvam domi vaccam, nec mora mini

ma, quærunt, Lacticarentem autem et droppam vix

in die dantem ; Reddite avunculi, et exclamabant, red

dite pappam ! Polko ut consule, gemens, Billy im

murmurat Extra ; Echo respondit, thesauro ex vacuo,

pappam ! Frustra explorant pocketa, ruber nare

repertum; Officia expulsi aspiciunt rapta, et Para

disum Occlusum, viridesque haud illis nascere

backos; Stupent tunc oculis madidis spittantque

silenter. Adhibere usu ast longo vires prorsus

inepti, Si non ut qui grindeat axve trabemve

revolvat, Virginiam excruciant totis nunc might

ibu' matrem: Non melius, puta, nono panis dimidjumpe est ?

75 Readere ibi non posse est casus com

moner ullo ; Tanto intentius imprimere est opus erge

sive

statuta :

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Nemo propterea pejor, melior, sine

doubto, Obtineat qui contractum, si et postea

rhino; Ergo Polardus, si quis, inexsuperabilis

heros, Colemanus impavidus nondum, atque

in purpure natus Tylerus Iohanides celerisque in fito

Nathaniel, Quisque optans digitos in tantum stick

ere pium, Adstant accincti imprimere aut perrum

pere leges : Quales os miserum rabidi tres ægre

molossi, Quales aut dubium textum atra in veste

ministri, Tales circumstabant nunc nostri inopes

hoc job. Hisque Polardus voce canoro talia

fatus : Primum autem, veluti est mos, præceps

quisque liquorat, Quisque et Nicotianum ingens quid

inserit atrum, Herom nitidum decus et solamen avi

tum, Masticat ac simul altisonans, spittatque

profuse : Quis de Virginia meruit præstantius

unquam ? Quis se pro patria curavit impigre tu

tum? Speechisque articulisque hominum quis

fortior ullus, Ingeminans pennæ lickos et vulnera

vocis ? Quisnam putidius (hic) sarsuit Yanki

nimicos, Sæpius aut dedit ultro datam et broke

his parolam? Mente inquassatus solidaque, tyranno

mimarite, Horrisonis (hic) bombis menia et alta quatente,

100 Sese promptum (hic) jactans Yankos

Jickere centum, Atque ad lastum invictus non surrendi

dit unquam? Ergo haud meddlite, posco, mique re

linquite (hic) hoc job, Si non- knifumque enormem mos

trat spittatque tremendus.

Dixerat : ast alii reliquorant et sin?

105 pauso Pluggos incumbunt maxillis, uterque

vicissim Certamine innocuo valde madidan

inquinit assem : Tylerus autem, dumque liquorat aridus

hostis, Mirum aspicit duplumque bibentem,

astante Lyæo; Ardens impavidusque edidit tamen im

pia verba ; Duplum quamvis te aspicio, esses atque

viginti, Mendacem dicerem totumque (hic)

thrasherem acervum ; Nempe et thrasham, doggonatus (hic)

sim nisi faxem ; Lambastabo omnes catawompositer

(hic)-que chawam ! Dixit et impulsus Ryeo ruitur bene titus,

115 Illi nam gravidum caput et laterem

habet in hatto. Hunc inhiat titubansque Polardus,

optat et illum Stickere inermem, protegit autem rite

Lyæus, Et pronos geminos, oculis dubitantibus,

heros Cernit et irritus hostes, dumque excogi

tat utrum Primum inpitchere, corruit, inter utros

que recumbit, Magno asino similis nimio sub pondere

quassus : Colemanus hos mæstus, tristeruminans

que solamen, Inspicit hiccans, circumspittat terquo

cubantes ; Funereisque his ritibus humidis inde

solutis, Sternitur, invalidusque illis superincidit

infans : Hos sepelit somnus et snorunt corniso

nantes, Watchmanus inscios ast calybooso

deinde reponit.

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No. IX. [The Editors of the “ Atlantic" have received so many letters of inquiry con

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cerning the literary remains of the late Mr. Wilbur, mentioned by his colleague and successor, Rev. Jeduthan Hitchcock, in a communication from which we made some extracts in our number for February, 1863, and have been so repeatedly urged to print some part of * them for the gratification of the public, that they felt it their duty at least to make some effort to satisfy so urgent a demand. They have accordingly carefully examined the papers intrusted to them, but find most of the productions of Mr. Wilbur's pen so fragmentary, and even chaotic, written as they are on the backs of letters in an exceedingly cramped chirography, here a memorandum for a sermon; there an observation of the weather; now the measurement of an extraordinary head of cabbage, and then of the cerebral capacity of some reverend brother deceased ; a calm inquiry into the state of modern literature, ending in a method of detecting if milk be impoverished with water, and the amount thereof; one leaf beginning with a genealogy, to be interrupted half-way down with an entry that the brindle cow had calved, that any attempts at selection seemed desperate. His only complete work, “ An Enquiry concerning the Tenth Horn of the Beast," even in the abstract of it given by Mr. Hitchcock, would, by a rough computation of the printers, fill five entire numbers of our journal, and as he attempts, by a new application of decimal fractions, to identify it with the Emperor Julian, seems hardly of immediate concern to the general reader. Even the Table-Talk, though doubtless originally highly interesting in the domestic circle, is so largely made up of theological discussion and matters of local or preterite interest, that we have found it hard to extract anything that would at all satisfy expectation. But, in order to silence further inquiry, we subjoin a few passages as illustrations of its general character.)

I think I could go near to be a perfect Christian if I were always a visitor,

as I have sometimes been, at the house of some hospitable friend. I can show a great deal of self-denial where the best of everything is urged upon me with kindly importunity. It is not so very hard to turn the other cheek for a kiss. And when I meditate upon the pains taken for our entertainment in this life, on the endless variety of seasons, of human character and fortune, on the costliness of the hangings and furniture of our dwelling here, I sometimes feel a singular joy in looking upon myself as God's guest, and cannot but believe that we should all be wiser and happier, because more grateful, if we were always mindful of our privilege in this regard. And should we not rate more cheaply any honor that men could pay us, if we remembered that every day we sat at the table of the Great King? Yet must we not forget that we are in strictest bonds His servants also; for there is no impiety so abject as that which expects to be dead-headed (ut ita dicam) through life, and which, calling itself trust in Providence, is in reality asking Providence to trust us and taking up all our goods on false pretences. It is a wise rule to take the world as we find it, not always to leave

It has often set me thinking when I find that I can always pick up plenty of empty nuts under my shagbark-tree. The squirrels know them by their lightness, and I have seldom seen one with the marks of their teeth in it. What a school-house is the world, if our wits would only not play truant ! For I observe that men set most store by forms and symbols in proportion as they are mere shells. It is the outside they want and not the kernel. What stores of such do not many, who in material things are as shrewd as the squirrels, lay up for the spiritual winter-supply of themselves and their children! I have seen churches that seemed to me garners of these withered nuts, for it is wonderful how prosaic is the apprehension of symbols by the minds of most men. It is not one sect nor another, but all, who, like the dog of

it so.

the fable, have let drop the spiritual substance of symbols for their material shadow. If one attribute miraculous virtues to mere holy water, that beautiful emblem of inward purification at the door of God's house, another cannot comprehend the significance of baptism without being ducked over head and ears in the liquid vehicle thereof.

[Perhaps a word of historical comment may be permitted here. My late revered predecessor was, I would humbly affirm, as free from prejudice as falls to the lot of the most highly favored individualsof ourspecies. To be sure, I have heard him say that, “ what were called strong prejudices, were in fact only the repulsion of sensitive organizations from that moral and even physical effluvium through which some natures by providential appointment, like certain unsavory quadrupeds, gave warning of their neighborhood. Better ten mistaken suspicions of this kind than one close encounter.This he said somewhat in heat, on being questioned as to his motives for always refusing his pulpit to those itinerant professors of vicarious benevolence who end their discourses by taking up a collection. But at another time I remember his saying, " that there was one large thing which small minds always found room for, and that was great prejudices.” This,' however, by the way. The statement which I purposed to make was simply this. Down to A. D. 1830, Jaalam had consisted of a single parish, with one house set apart for religious services. the foundations of a Baptist Society were laid by the labors of Elder Joash Q Balcom, ad. As the members of the new body were drawn from the First Parish, Mr. Wilbur was for a time considerably exercised in mind. He even went so far as on one occasion to follow the reprehensible practice of the earlier Puritan divines in choosing a punning text, and preached from Hebrews xiii. 9:

“Be not carried about with divers and strange doctrines.” He afterwards, in accordance with one

of his own maxims, -"to get a dead injury out of the mind as soon as is decent, bury it, and then ventilate,” – in accordance with this maxim, I say, he lived on very friendly terms with Rev. Shearjashub Scrimgour, present pastor of the Baptist Society in Jaalam. Yet I think it was never unpleasing to him that the church edifice of that society (though otherwise a creditable specimen of architecture) remained without a bell, as indeed it does to this day. So much seemed necessary to do away with any appearance of acerbity toward a respectable community of professing Christians, which might be suspected in the conclusion of the above para. graph. — J. H.]

In lighter inoods he was not averse from an innocent play upon words. Looking up from his newspaper one morning as I entered his study he said, “When I read a debate in Congress, ! feel as if I were sitting at the feet of Zeno in the shadow of the Portico." On my expressing a natural surprise, he added, smiling, “Why, at such times the only view which honorable members give me of what goes on in the world is through their intercalumpiations." I smiled at this after a moment's reflection, and he added gravely, “The most punctilious refinement of manners is the only salt that will keep a democracy from stinking; and what are we to expect from the people, if their representatives set them such lessons? Mr. Everett's whole life has been a sermon from this text. There was, at least, this advantage in duelling, that it set a certain limit on the tongue." In this connection, I may be permitted to recall a playful remark of his upon another occasion.

The pain. ful divisions in the First Parish, A. D. 1844, occasioned by the wild notions in respect to the rights of (what Mr. Wilbur, so far as concerned the reasoning faculty, always called) the unfairer part of creation, put forth by Miss Parthenia Almira Fitz, are too well known to need more than a passing allusion. It was during these heats, long since hap

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fily allayed, that Mr. Wilbur remarked that “the Church had more trouble in dealing with one sheresiarch than with twenty heresiarchs," and that the men's conscia recti, or certainty of being right, was nothing to the women's.

When I once asked his opinion of a poetical composition on which I had expended no little pains, he read it attentively, and then remarked, “Unless one's thought pack more neatly in verse than in prose, it is wiser to refrain. Commonplace gains nothing by being translated into rhyme, for it is something which no hocus pocus can transubstantiate with the real presence of living thought. You entitle your piece, My Mother's Grave,' and expend four pages of useful paper in detailing your emotions there. But, my dear sir, watering does not improve the quality of ink, even though you should do it with tears. To publish a sorrow to Tom, Dick, and Harry is in some sort to advertise its unreality, for I have observed in my intercourse with the afflicted that the deepest grief instinct. ively hides its face with its hands and is silent. If your piece were printed, I have no doubt it would be popular, for pcople like to fancy that they feel much better than the trouble of feeling. I would put all poets on oath whether they have striven to say everything tney possibly could think of, or to leave out all they could not help saying. In your own case, my worthy young friend, what you have written is merely a deliberate exercise, the gymnastic of sentiment. For your excellent maternal relative is still alive, and is to take tea with me this evening, D. V. Beware of simulated feeling; it is hypocrisy's first cousin; it is especially dangerous 10 a preacher; for he who says one day, 'Go to, let me seem to be pathetic, may be nearer than he thinks to saying, 'Go to, let me seem to be virtuous, or earnest, or under sorrow for sin.' Depend upon it, Sappho loved her verses more sincerely than she did Phaon, and Petrarch his sonnets better than Lauta, who was indeed but his poetical

stalking-horse. After you shall have once heard that muffled rattle of the clods on the coffin-lid of an irreparable loss, you will grow acquainted with a pathos that will make all elegies hateful, When I was of your age, I also for a time mistook my desire to write verses for an authentic call of my nature in that direction. But one day as I was going forth for a walk, with my head full of an 'Elegy on the Death of Flirtilla,' and vainly groping after a rhyme for lily that should not be silly or chilly, I saw my eldest boy Homer busy over the rain-water hogshead, in that childish experiment at parthenogenesis, the changing a horse-hair into a water-snake. An immersion of six weeks showed no change in the obstinate filament. Here was a stroke of unintended sarcasm. Had I not been doing in my study precisely what my boy was doing out of doors? Had my thoughts any more chance of coming to life by being submerged in rhyme than his hair by soaking in water? I burned my elegy and took a course of Edwards on the Will.· People do not make poetry; it is made out of them by a process for which I do not find myself fitted. Nevertheless, the writing of verses is a good rhetorical exercitation, as teaching us what to shun most carefully in prose. For prose bewitched is like window-glass with bubbles in it, distorting what it should show with pellucid veracity.”,

It is unwise to insist on doctrinal points as vital to religion. The Bread of Life is wholesome and sufficing in itself, but gulped down with these kickshaws cooked up by theologians, it is apt to produce an indigestion, nay, even at last an incurable dyspepsia of scepticism.

One of the most inexcusable weaknesses of Americans is in signing their names to what are called credentials. But for my interposition, a person who shall be nameless would have taken from this town a recommendation for an office of trust subscribed by the selectmen and all the voters of both para

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