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Earth's mightiest powers fall or rise,
No hair is lost, no sparrow dies !
Of dark disease, and soothe its pain;
The battle's lost, the soldier's slain;
Thou bring'st the wanderer home again.
Her tear-wet cheek is sadly pressed,
The brightening current of her breast;
Disturb the Sabbath of her rest.
Loved with a passion almost wild-
"By fears oppressed, or hopes beguiled,
O God, protect my wife and child !
THE INDIAN CHIEFTAIN.
'Twas late in the autumn of '53
That, making some business-like excuso, I left New York, which is home to me,
And went on the cars to Syracuse. Born and cradled in Maiden Lane,
I went to school in Battery Row, Till when, my daily bread to obtain,
They inade me clerk to Muggins & Co. But I belonged to a genteel set
Of clerks with souls above their sphere,
To feast on intellectual cheer.
Of Willis, and how much they pay him per page-
And what d'ye call it ?-the Voice of the Age! We wrote little pieces on purling brooks,
And meadow, and zephyr, and sea, and skyThings of which we had seen good descriptions in books,
And the last between houses some sixiy feet high!
Somehow in this way my soul got fired;
I wanted to see and hear and know
The things that sparkle in poetry so!
Of the famous Onondaga race,
Or swept his shores in war and the chase. I'd see that warrior stern and fleet!
Aye, bowed though he be with oppression's abuse, I'd grasp his hand !--so in Chambers Street
I took my passage for Syracuse. Arrived at last, I gazed upon
The smoke-dried wigwam of the tribe. “The depot, sir,”-suggested one
I smiled to scorn the idle gibe. Then to the baggage-man I cried,
“Oh, point me an Indian chieftain out!" Rudely he grinned as he replied,
“You'll see 'em loafin' all about !" Wounded, I turned--when lo, e'en now
Before me stands the sight I crave!
It is an Onondaga brave!
His raven tress and mien of pride;
Tell that a great soul throbs inside! No eagle-feathered crown he wears,
Capping in pride his kingly brow; But his crownless hat in grief declares,
“I am an unthroned monarch now !" “Oh, noble son of a royal line!"
I exclaim, as I gaze into his face, “How shall I knit my soul to thine ?
How right the wrongs of thine injured race? What shall I do for thee, glorious one?
To soothe thy sorrows my soul aspires. Speak! and say how the Saxon's son
May atone for the wrongs of his ruthless sires." He speaks! he speaks!--that noble chief!
From his marble lips deep accents come; And I catch the sound of his mighty grief-
"Ple' gi' me tree cent for git some rum!"
THE DRUNKARD'S “TEN COMMANDMENTS.”
I believe in the existence of one Mr. Alcohol, the great head and chief of all manner of vice, the source of ninetenths of all diseases; and I not only believe, but am sure, that when my money is gone and spent, the landlord will stop the tap and turn me out.
I have ten commandments to keep—the same which the landlord and the landlady spake in the bar, saying, we are thy master and thy mistress, who brought thee out of the paths of virtue, placed thee in the ways of vice, and set thy feet on the road which leads to misery, starvation, and eternal destruction:
I. Thou shalt use no other house but mine.
II. Thou shalt not make to thyself any substitute for intoxicating drinks, --such as tea, coffee, ginger-pop, and lemonade ;-for I am a jealous man, wearing the coat that should be on thy back, eating thy children's bread, and pocketing the money which should make thee and thy wife happy all the days of thy life.
III. Thou shalt not use my house in vain.
IV. Remember that thou eat but one meal on the Sabbath. Six days shalt thou drink, and spend all thy money, but the seventh day is the Sabbath, wherein I wash my floors, mend my fires, and make ready for my company the remaining part of the week.
V. Thou shalt honor the landlords, the landladies, and the gin-shops with thy presence, that thy days may be few and miserable in the land wherein thou dwellest.
VI. Thou shalt commit murder, by starving, hungering, and beating thy wife and family.
VII. Thou shalt commit self-destruction.
VIII. Thou shalt sell thy wife's and children's bread, and rob thyself of all thy comforts.
IX. Thou shalt bear false witness when thou speakest of the horrors, saying thou art in good health when laboring under the barrel fever.
X. Thou shalt covet all thy neighbor is possessed of, thou shalt covet his house, his purse, his health, his wealth, and
all that he has got, that thou mayst indulge in drunkenness, help the brewer to buy a new coach, a pair of fine horses, a new dray, and a fine building, that he may live in idleness all his days; likewise to enable the landlord to purchase a new sign to place over his door, with “Licensed to be drunk on the premises " written thereon.
Adapted-from an English publication.
HOW THE CATS WENT TO BOARDING-SCHOOL.
In the good old days when I was young,
She broke their rules, and she laughed at them: