Her monument tributes their memory sharing With the North and the South, the East and the West? The fame of her Jefferson proudly defying, Like his own Declaration, the mildew of time; The fame of her Franklin, whose genius ascended The fame of her Henry, whose eloquence breaking And ringing the knell of oppression and wrong; The fame of her Washington, broad as creation, The pride and perfection of every age— These national jewels, oh! cherish their lustre, THE ISLE OF LONG AGO. H! a wonderful stream is the River of Time, How the winters are drifting, like flakes of snow, And the year in the sheaf-so they come and they go, On the river's breast, with its ebb and flow, As it glides in the shadow and sheen. There's a magical Isle up the River of Time, And the Junes with the roses are staying. And the name of that Isle is the Long Ago, There are fragments of song that nobody sings, There's a lute unswept, and a harp without strings; There are broken vows, and pieces of rings, And the garments that she used to wear. There are hands that are waved, when the fairy shore By the mirage is lifted in air; And we sometimes hear, through the turbulent roar, Sweet voices we heard in the days gone before, When the wind down the river is fair. Oh, remembered for aye be the blessèd Isle, When the evening comes with its beautiful smile, 'TWA THE JOLLY OLD PEDAGOGUE. WAS a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye; And he sang every night as he went to bed, "Let us be happy down here below; The living should live, though the dead be dead," Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago. He taught his scholars the rule of three, For a kind old heart in his breast had he, And the wants of the littlest child he knew: "Learn while you're young," he often said, "There is much to enjoy down here below; Life for the living, and rest for the dead!" Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago. He lived in the house by the hawthorn lane, But a spirit of comfort there held reign, He smoked his pipe in the balmy air Every night when the sun went down, On the jolly old pedagogue's jolly old crown; He sat at his door one midsummer night, And the lingering beams of golden light Made his kindly old face look warm and bright; While the odorous night-wind whispered "Rest!" There were angels waiting for him, I know; I JUSTICE TO THE WHOLE COUNTRY. THINK, sir, the country calls upon us loudly and imperatively to settle this question. I think that the whole world is looking to see whether this great popular government can get through such a crisis. We are the observed of all observers. It is not to be disputed or doubted that the eyes of all Christendom are upon us. We have stood through many trials. Can we stand through this, which takes so much the character of a sectional controversy? Can we stand that? There is no inquiring man in all Europe who does not ask himself that question every day, when he reads the intelligence of the morning. Can this country, with one set of interests at the South, and another set of interests at the North- these interests supposed, but falsely supposed, to be at variance — can this people see, what is so evident to the whole world beside, that this Union is their main hope and greatest benefit, and that their interests are entirely compatible? Can they see, and will they feel, that their prosperity, their respectability among the nations of the earth, and their happiness at home, depend upon the maintenance of their Union and their Constitution? That is the question. I agree that local divisions are apt to overturn the understandings of men, and to excite a belligerent feeling between section and section. It is natural, in times of irritation, for one part of the country to say, If you do that, I will do this, and so get up a feeling of hostility and defiance. Then comes belligerent legislation, and then an appeal to arms. question is, whether we have the true patriotism, the Americanism, necessary to carry us through such a trial. The whole world is looking toward us, with extreme anxiety. The For myself, I propose, sir, to abide by the principles and the purposes which I have avowed. I shall stand by the Union, and by all who stand by it. I shall do justice to the whole country, according to the best of my ability, in all I say - and act for the good of the whole country in all I do. I mean to stand upon the Constitution. I need no other platform. I shall know but one country. The ends I aim at shall be my country's, my God's, and Truth's. I was born an American; I live an American; I shall die an American; and I intend to perform the duties incumbent upon me in that character to the end of my career. I mean to do this, with absolute disregard of personal consequences. What are personal consequences? What is the individual man, with all the good or evil that may betide him, in comparison with the good or evil which may befall a great country in a crisis like this, and in the midst of great transactions which concern that country's fate? Let the consequences be what they will, I am careless. No man can suffer too much, and no man can fall too soon, if he suffer, or if he fall, in defence of the liberties and Constitution of his country! THE CURSE OF CAIN. H, the wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing! Like the tempest that withers the blossoms of spring, And, lo! like a deer in the fright of the chase, A vagabond, smote by the vengeance of God! All nature, to him, has been blasted and banned, And the blood of a brother yet reeks on his hand; The groans of a father his slumber shall start, And the tears of a mother shall pierce to his heart, |