The union of lakes, the union of lands, Old Grimes is dead, that good old man We never shall see more; He used to wear a long black coat All buttoned down before.1 Old Grimes. LYDIA MARIA CHILD. 1802-1880. England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of Freedom, more proud and firm in this youthful land than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. Supposititious Speech of James Otis. The Rebels, Chap. iv. To the memory of John Lee, who died May 21, 1823. An Inscription in Matherne Churchyard. Old Abram Brown is dead and gone, You'll never see him more; He used to wear a long brown coat That buttoned down before. HALLIWELL: Nursery Rhymes of England, p. 60. DOUGLAS JERROLD. 1803-1857. He is one of those wise philanthropists who in a time of famine would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks. Douglas Jerrold's Wit. The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling. The nobleman of the garden. Ibid. The Pineapple. That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment. A Comic Author. The best thing I know between France and England is the sea. The life of the husbandman, The Anglo-French Alliance. a life fed by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven. The Husbandman's Life. Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run halfway to meet it. Meeting Troubles Half-way. Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest. A Land of Plenty [Australia]. The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment. Ugly Trades. A blessed companion is a book, a book that fitly chosen is a life-long friend. in Books. There is something about a wedding-gown prettier than any other gown in the world. A Wedding-gown. He was so good he would pour rose-water on a toad. As for the brandy, "nothing water, put nought in in malice. A Charitable Man. extenuate ;" and the Shakespeare Grog. Talk to him of Jacob's ladder, and he would ask the number of the steps. A Matter-of-fact Man. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 1803-1882. Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone. I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Each and All. With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. Not from a vain or shallow thought Ibid. The Problem. Out from the heart of Nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old. The hand that rounded Peter's dome, Ibid. And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; For what are they all in their high conceit, 1 See Byron, page 542. Ibid. Ibid. Hamatreya. Good Bye. Ibid. If eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. The Rhodora. Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names. The silent organ loudest chants Blight. Dirge. By the rude bridge that arched the flood, What potent blood hath modest May! And striving to be man, the worm And every man, in love or pride, None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have. May-Day. Ibid. Nemesis. Boston Hymn. 1863. 1 I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden. - RUMBOLD (when on the scaffold). 2 No war or battle sound Was heard the world around. MILTON: Hymn of Christ's Nativity, line 31. Oh, tenderly the haughty day Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857. Go put your creed into your deed, So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, Ibid. The youth replies, I can! Voluntaries. Whoever fights, whoever falls, Justice conquers evermore. Nor sequent centuries could hit Born for success he seemed, Nor mourn the unalterable Days Fear not, then, thou child infirm; Ibid. Solution. In Memoriam. Ibid. Compensation. He thought it happier to be dead, Beauty. Suum Cuique. Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die. Quatrains. Nature. Though love repine, and reason chafe, ""Tis man's perdition to be safe When for the truth he ought to die." Sacrifice. |