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The Coming Woman.

Fourth Voice.

Such a famous housekeeper I will be,
That all the ladies will call to see
How I ever make such beautiful bread!
For all my household shall be well fed
When I'm a woman.

Oh! the sweetest jellies and cream I'll make,
And of daintiest puddings, and pies, and cake
I will always have great store;
My kitchen-floor shall be snowy white,
And everything else shall be just right
That you find inside my door.

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I'll be a lecturer, travelling about,

When it isn't too stormy for men to get out:
I'll show them their sphere, and the women's too,
And tell the young girls what they ought to do
When they are women.

I'll let people see why the world goes wrong,
And make them all hope that it won't be long
Till women can have their way.
Freedom to lecture, to vote, to preach,
To do everything now beyond our reach,
We surely will have some day!

Sixth Voice.

I'll be a milliner, wrapped in a cloud

Of laces and ribbon, and sought by a crowd
Of beautiful ladies in velvet and pearls,

Who want exquisite hats for their dear little girls,
In the style just fresh from Paris!
Such ravishing bonnets as I'll invent
Have never been seen on this continent!
And, for customers to prepare them,

I'll have dozens of girls sewing night and day,
For fear the new fashion will grow passé
Before folks get a chance to wear them.

Seventh Voice.

When I'm a woman, a teacher I'll be,
But I hope I shan't have much company;

Oh! if committees could only know

How glad we are when they rise to go!

When I'm a woman

I expect that teachers will have great pay,

And they won't work more than three hours a day,
And vacations will be so long!

And I'll caution my scholars to take great care
To study no more than their health will bear,
For that would be very wrong.

All

When we are women, you then will see
The useful things that women can be ;
And though each of us in her own way tries,
We can all be happy, and good, and wise,
When we are women.

But perhaps it is true that time has wings,
And, if we would do all these wonderful things,
We must lose not a single day.

If our plans should go wrong, we'll have courage still,
For we think that somehow, where we've a will,
We shall always find a way!

WHAT WE WANT.

ELLA WHEELER.

WE have scores of temperance men

Bold and earnest, brave and true;

Fighting with their tongue and pen,
And we value what they do.
But, my friends,

To gain our ends,

You must use the ballot too!

When we tell about our cause,
Politicians only smile;

While they mould and make our laws,
What care they for rank or file?
"Preach and pray,"

They sneering say,

"We'll make liquor laws the while."

We want men who dare to fling
Party ties and bonds away;
Who will cast them off, and cling
To the right; and boldly say,
"No beer bloats

Shall get our votes,"

Then shall our cause gain the day.

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"Half-way Doins."

HALF-WAY DOINS."

ELUBBED fellow trabellers, in holdin' forth to-day,

De sermon will be bery short, and dis here am de tex': Dat half-way doins aint no 'count for dis worl' or de nex.'

Dis worl' dat we's a libbin' in is like a cotton row,
Where ebery culled gentleman has got his line to hoe;
And ebery time a lazy nigger stops to take a nap,
De grass keeps on a growin' for to smudder up his crap.

When Moses led de Jews acrost de waters ob de sea,
Dey had to keep a goin' jes' as fas' as fas' could be;
Do you s'pose dat dey could eber had succeeded in deir

wish,

And reached de Promised Land at last, if dey had stopped to fish?

My frens, dere was a garden once, whar Adam libed wid

Eve,

Wid no one for to bodder 'em, no neighbors for to thieve; And ebery day was Christmas, and dey got deir rations

free,

And eberything belonged to dem excep' an apple tree.

You all know 'bout de story-how de snake come snoopin' 'roun'-

A stump-tail, rusty moccasin, a crawlin' on de groun'How Eve and Adam et de fruit, and went and hid deir

face,

Till de angel oberseer he come and drove 'em off de place.

Now s'pose dat man and woman hadn't 'tempted for to shirk,

But had gone about deir gardenin' and 'tended to deir work,

Dey wouldn't hab been loafin' where dey had no business

to,

And de debill neber'd got a chance to tell 'em what to do.

No half-way doins, bredren! It'll neber do, I say;
Go at your task, and finish it, an den's de time to play-
For eben if de crap is good, de rain 'll spile de bolls,
Unless you keep a pickin' in de garden ob your souls.

Keep a plowin,, and a hoein', and a scrapin' ob de rows, And when de ginnin's ober, you can pay up what you owes; But if you quit a workin' ebery time de sun is hot,

De sheriff's gwine to leby upon everything you's got.

Whateber 'tis you's dribin' at, be sure and dribe it through, And don't let nuifin' stop you, but do what you's gwine to

do;

For when you sees a nigger foolin', den, as shore's you're born,

You's gwine to see him comin' out de small end ob de

horn.

I thanks you for de 'tention you has gib dis afternoon-
Sister Williams will oblige us by a raisin ob a tune-
I see dat Brudder Johnson's about to pass around de hat,
And don't let's hab no half-way doins when it comes to
dat!

T

TEETOTAL DICK,

DAVID LAWTON.

EETOTAL Dick, a trusty lad,
Had trials not a few,

But he was faithful to his pledge,

And glad that people knew

That he was firm and loved the cause
And bravely stood each test;

He flinched not when among his mates-
Unmoved by threat or jest.

One day Tom Black, a bigger lad,'
Tried hard to make Dick drink;
Said Tom," You never will be strong
Unless you change, I think.

"Now be advised and take a drop,
'Twill do you good I know."
Said Dick, "I need no medicine
To make me strong and grow;

"I'm strong enough to do hard work,
I have an appetite

So hearty, that I sometimes say
A baker 'twould affright."

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"Just take a drink with me," said Tom.
A bottle he produced

And drank, and smacked, and drank until
It was one-half reduced.

"No, once for all, I tell you no !"
Said Dick, in accents bold.

"I hate the sight of all such things,
My name I have enroll'd

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Upon the noble list of those
Who shun the luring cup;

And while I live, I tell you, Tom,
I'll never take a sup."

"I'll make you," Tom in anger cried;
And seizing on Dick's wrist
He wrenched the little arm around
With many a cruel twist.

A stranger, watching unobserved,

Now came to lend Dick aid,

Gave Tom a cuff that made him start
And run away afraid.

"Come here, my lad," the stranger said,
"And let me know your name;

I like your looks and if I find

Your life is free from blame,

"Then I will give you work to do,
And leisure to improve,
If you are earnest, true and good,
To me you may remove."

"Teetotal Dick, they call me, sir,
My name is Richard Bray;
I have no home, I'll go with you
And strive to win my way."

Dick won his way to wealth and fame,
Nor ever turned aside

From Temperance, Truth and Honesty,
Religion made his guide:

And so his life was full of good

To him, and others too;

Dear lads, would you succeed like him,
Be true in all you do.

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