Rome may sit on her
Seven hills and howl, But she cannot Sit on me!
Will she please put that In her organ and grind it?
I am mostly a bird of peace, And I was born without teeth, But I've got talons
That reach from the storm- Beaten coasts of the Atlantic To the golden shores of the Placid Pacific,
And I use the Rocky Mountains
As whetstones to sharpen them on.
I never cackle till I
Lay an egg;
And I point with pride
To the eggs I've laid
In the last hundred years or so.
I'm game from
The point of my beak
To the star-spangled tip Of my tail feathers, And when I begin To scratch gravel, Mind your eye!
I'm the cock of the walk, And the hen bird of the Goddess of Liberty,
The only gallinaceous E Pluribus Unum
I'm an Eagle from Eagleville,
With a scream on me that makes
Thunder sound like
Dropping cotton
On a still morning,
And my present address is
Hail Columbia,
U. S. A.!!
BO'S'N JACK OF THE "ALBATROSS. E. STANWAY JACKSON
The good ship "Albatross" sailed out From Hull Old Dock at morn; And quickly down the Humber dropped, And past the Spurn was borne. Her ample canvas freely shook From every yard and mast,
To hold the merry wind that blew, And northward drove her fast. No more her seamen catch the sight Of English hills or capes,
But glittering icebergs past them float, With weird fantastic shapes.
The flowers were blooming when she sailed, But now the sloes were black;
And one by one the whaling fleet
Had safely journeyed back.
And some were full, and some were clean, And some had little gained;
Of all the ships, the "Albatross" Unheard of still remained.
Then many a seaman heard the quest
Of pretty Polly Green :
"Oh, tell me sailor, the last time The 'Albatross' was seen?
"A goodly craft and trim was she, Oh, tell me, sailor true;
A skilful captain bold she had, A smart and gallant crew; And everybody knew my Jack, The merry bo's'n he;
Oh, did you speak the 'Albatross,' Where think you may she be?"
All cheerily the seamen spoke
In answer to the maid:
They knew the ship, but none might tell The cause which her delayed.
But many a night that winter time,
Was Polly Green content
To sit before the fire and hear
The yarns of Harry Dent.
The whaler "Falcon" was the last That homeward came that fall: She once had seen the “Albatross," Just spoke her, that was all. While Polly listened, Harry talked, Told every tale he knew;
Nor did the maiden heed the while How friend to lover grew.
The winter past, the spring returned, And brighter glowed the sky; And eager every crew was found, Their luck once more to try. Each lover's art young Harry plied, Nor word nor pledge could earn; For faithful Mary's heart alone To distant Jack would turn. "I will not yet despair," she said, "Or be I brave or mad;
And Harry, if you love me true, Bring back my sailor lad."
The more he urged, the firmer still The maiden stood her ground,— Her baseless faith that even yet Her lover might be found. They parted; but his eager heart Two feelings strong divide,— The love of Polly, and the hate Of Jack burn side by side;
If he were found, all hope were fled, But were his rival lost
He might succeed; a threatening doubt His restless spirit crossed.
Away, away, the "Falcon" sped,
The seamen's hope rose high; Still further north, where icy spires
Stood sharp against the sky;
Then through the floes and drifting packs,
They slowly make their way,
Until they find the lonely haunts
Where seal and walrus play.
Alone they dwell in that white world
Of ice and frost and snow,
Where magic lights and changing tints, From bright Auroras glow.
One day in headlong quest of game, Had Harry wandered wide; He paused to gaze, some mark to find, His wandering steps to guide. Far, far behind he faintly saw The "Falcon's" lofty mast, But when ahead, with watchful care His eager glance was cast, He saw, or thought he saw, a sight That filled him with surprise; A tattered remnant of a flag, Hung out against the skies.
He onward pressed with hasty steps, And still divided mind,
His hope and fear that now at length His rival he might find.
Approaching near, he plainly read The letters A L B-
The rest was gone, that part was left, He could not choose but see.
The past came back with vivid force, And then, perchance he thought, And thinking, he despised himself,
I help too late have brought."
He found a poor and tottering tent; Cold, stiff and dead without, One seaman's wasted body lay; He entered,-there no doubt His rival lay, stretched out alone, Of all the crew the last.
He looked and found him breathing still,
Then through his spirit passed
A hatred, a temptation strong, A blasting, scorching pain; How easy now to end it all;—
And then he thought of Cain.
He paused, he trembled head and foot, Of home and Polly thought;
He saw her tearful, pleading eyes; In briefest moment short
A voiceless prayer to heaven he sent; One purpose clearly felt,
To save that life, whate'er he lost; And gently down he knelt;
Did what he could, then sought for aid, With breathless haste and speed; And soon returned with willing hands To help him in his need.
Far, far away one heart there was That lived 'twixt hope and dread, And when the shorter days returned, Oft from the jetty head
She watched the ships come tacking in, And asked the sailor men
"Oh, have you seen the 'Albatross,' Will she come back again?" But kindly is a sailor's heart, They gently spoke the lass, "We have not seen the ship and fear No more this way she'll pass."
So one by one they all returned, At last the "Falcon" came; And Polly soon found Harry out, Her question still the same. He showed the bit of bunting worn, He simply told his tale:
The "Albatross" was lost indeed,
But Jack was safe and hale.
He saw their joy, he felt a pang,— A quick, deep pang of pain; But oft in after years he said,
"Some loss brings sweetest gain."
THE WOMAN HEALED.-MRS. JESSIE F. HOUSER.
The throng was great. Back from the Gaderenes Who would have none of Him, the Christ had come
Unto his own again. With what great joy They welcomed his return! How eagerly They pressed around his blessed form, sick ones And sinful, just to feel His healing touch;
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