There were tones in the voice that whispered then You may hear to-day in a hundred men! O lady and lover, how faint and far Your images hover, and here we are, Solid and stirring in flesh and bone, Edward's and Dorothy's-all their own A goodly record for time to show It shall be a blessing, my little maid! I will heal the stab of the Red-Coat's blade, And freshen the gold of the tarnished frame, And gild with a rhyme your household name, So you shall smile on us brave and bright As first you greeted the morning's light, And live untroubled by woes and fears Through a second youth of a hundred years. O. W. HOLMES. I would not have the horse I drive So fast that folks must stop and stare; An easy gait-two, forty-five — Suits me; I do not care;— Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt. SING, O goddess, the wrath, the on tamable dander of Keitt — Keitt of South Carolina, the clear grit, the tall, the ondauntedHim that hath wopped his own niggers till Northerners all unto Keitt Seem but as niggers to wop, and hills of the smallest potatoes. Late and long was the fight on the Constitution of Kansas; Daylight passed into dusk, and dusk into lighting of gas-lamps;Still on the floor of the house the heroes unwearied were fighting. Dry grew palates and tongues with excitement and expectoration, Plugs were becoming exhausted, and Representatives also. Who led on to the war the anti Lecomptonite phalanx? Grow, hitting straight from the shoulder, the Pennsylvania Slasher; Him followed Hickman, and Potter the wiry, from woody Wisconsin; Washburne stood with his brother, — Cadwallader stood with Elihu; Broad Illinois sent the one, and woody Wisconsin the other. Squares to go in at the bar, when the dangerous varmint is cor nered. "Come out, Grow," he cried, “you Black Republican puppy, Come on the, floor, like a man, and darn my eyes, but I'll show you". Him answered straight-hitting Grow, "Waal now, I calkilate, Keitt, No nigger-driver shall leave his plantation in South Carolina, Here to crack his cow-hide round this child's ears, if he knows it." Scarce had he spoke when the hand, the chivalrous five fingers of Keitt, Clutched at his throat, - had they closed, the speeches of Grow had been ended, — Straight from the shoulder he shot, not Owen Swift or Ned Adams Ever put in his right with more delicate feeling of distance. As drops hammer on anvil, so dropped Grow's right into Keitt Just where the jugular runs to the point at which Ketch ties his drop-knot; Prone like a log sank Keitt, his dollars rattled about him. Forth sprang his friends o'er the body; first, Barksdale, wavingwig-wearer, Craige and McQueen and Davis, the ra'al hoss of wild Mississippi; Fiercely they gathered round Grow, catawampously up as to chaw him; But without Potter they reckoned, the wiry from woody Wisconsin; He, striking out right and left, like a catamount varmint and vicious, Dashed to the rescue, and with him the Washburnes, Cadwallader, Elihu: Slick into Barksdale's bread-basket walked Potter's one, two,hard and heavy; Barksdale fetched wind in a trice, dropped Grow, and let out at Elilu. Then like a fountain had flowed the claret of Washburne the elder, But for Cadwallader's care, - Cadwallader, guard of his brother, Clutching at Barksdale's nob, into Chancery soon would have drawn it. Well was it then for Barksdale, the wig that waved over his forehead: Off in Cadwallader's hands it came, and, the wearer releasing, Left to the conqueror nought but the scalp of his baldheaded foe man. Meanwhile hither and thither, a dove on the waters of trouble, Moved Mott, mild as new milk, with his gray hair under his broad brim, Preaching peace to deaf ears, and getting considerably damaged. Cautious Covode in the rear, as dubious what it might come to, Brandished a stone-ware spittoon 'gainst whoever might seem to deserve it, Little it mattered to him whether So raged this battle of men, till into the thick of the mêlée, Like to the heralds of old, stepped the Sergeant-at-Arms and the Speaker. LONDON PUNCH. PURITANS. OUR brethren of New England use As late it happened in a town Against the articles in force |