There's many a pleasing tale in store,
Rich with the humor of the time,
That sometimes jingle well in rhyme.
Of these, the following may possess
A claim on 'hours of idleness.'
When Governor Gurdon Saltonstall,
Like Abram Lincoln, straight and tall,
Presided o'er the Nutmeg State,
A loved and honored magistrate,
His quiet humor was portrayed
In Yankee tricks he sometimes played.
The Governor had a serious air,
'Twas solemn as a funeral prayer,
But when he spoke the mirth was stirred,--
A joke leaped out at every word.
One morn, a man, alarmed and pale,
Came to him with a frightful tale;
The substance was, that Jerry Style
Had _stolen wood_ from off his pile.
The Governor started in surprise,
And on the accuser fixed his eyes.
'He steal my wood! to his regret,
Before this blessed sun shall set,
I'll put a final end to _that_.'
Then, putting on his stately hat,
All nicely cocked and trimmed with lace,
He issued forth with lofty grace,
Bade the accuser; duty mind,'
And follow him 'five steps _behind_.'
Ere they a furlong's space complete,
They meet the culprit in the street;
The Governor took him by the hand--
That lowly man! that Governor grand!--
Kindly inquired of his condition,
His present prospects and position.
The man a tale of sorrow told--
That food was dear, the winter cold,
That work was scarce, and times were hard,
And very ill at home they fared,--
And, more than this, a bounteous Heaven
To them a little babe had given,
Whose brief existence could attest
This world's a wintry world at best.
A silver crown, whose shining face
King William's head and Mary's grace,
Dropped in his hand. The Governor spoke,--
His voice was cracked--it almost broke,--'If
work is scarce, and times are hard,
There's a _large wood-pile in my yard;
Of that you may most freely use,
So go and get it when you choose_.'
Then on he walked, serenely feeling
That there he'd put an end to stealing.
The accuser's sense of duty grew
The space 'twixt him and Governor too.
* * * * *
'The Anaconda is tightening its folds,' and at every fold the South
cries aloud. The following bit of merry nonsense, which has the merit of
being 'good to sing,' may possibly enliven more than one camp-fire, ere
the last fold of the 'big sarpent' has given the final stifle to the
un-fed-eralists.
THE 'ANACONDA.'
Won't it make them stop and ponder?
Yes! 't will make them stop and ponder!
What?--The fearful Anaconda!
(All.) Yes! The fearful Anaconda!
(Chorus.) Stop and ponder!--Anaconda!
Big and fearful; big and fearful,
Big and fearful Anaconda!
Is not that the Rebel South?
Yes! that is the Rebel South.
Arn't they rather down in month?
(All.) Yes! they're rather down in mouth!
(Chorus.) Rebel South, down in mouth,
Stop and ponder!--Anaconda!
Big and fearful, &c, &c.
Is not that the traitor DAVIS?
Yes! that is the traitor DAVIS!
Don't he wish he could enslave us?
(All.) Yes! he wanted to enslave us!
(Chorus.) Traitor DAVIS, can't enslave us.
Rebel South, down in mouth,
Stop and ponder!--Anaconda!
Big and fearful, &c. &c.
Isn't that the gallows high there?
Yes! that is the gallows high there!
And JEFF DAVIS that I spy there?
(All.) 'Tis JEFF DAVIS that you spy there.
(Chorus.) Hanging high there, DAVIS spy there.
Traitor DAVIS, you enslave us!
Rebel South, down in mouth,
Stop and ponder!--Anaconda!
Big and fearful, big and fearful,
BIG AND FEARFUL ANACONDA!
* * * * *
Our ever-welcome New Haven friend re-appears this month, with the
following jest:--
The other day lawyer JONES, of Hartford, Conn., wrote a letter
to my friend PLOPP, whom he supposed to be in Hartford at the
time. The missive was forwarded to PLOPP, who is in Newport. It
requested him to 'step in and settle.' PLOPP replied:
My dear JONES:--
Yours of 10th is rec'd. I reply,--
1st. I can't step in, because I am not in Hartford.
2d. I can't settle, because I am not in the least riled.
3d. I notice you spell Hartford without a _t._ This is an error.
Allow me, as per example, to suggest the correct orthography, to
wit, Hartford.
I shall always he glad to hear from you.
Yours,
I. PLOPP.
* * * * *
The present aspect of the great question is well set forth by a
correspondent, 'LEILA LEE,' in the following sketch:--
OUR OLD PUMP.
The writer was once placed in circumstances of peculiar
interest, where a word in season was greatly needed, and that
word was not spoken, because it would have been thought unseemly
that it should fall from the lips of a woman. Our supply of
water had failed. The well was deep, and, like Jacob's well,
many had been in the habit of coming thither to draw. My father
had called in advisers, men of experience, and they decided that
the lower part of the pump was rotten, and must be removed. It
had probably stood there more than fifty years, and had been so
useful in its day, that it was like an old and familiar friend.
The work was commenced, and all the family stood by the closed
window, the children's faces pressed close to the glass, as
with eager eyes we all watched the heavy machinery erected over
the old well. A mother came out of a neighboring house, and
stood with a babe in her arms to see the work. A large rope was
firmly placed around the pump, and made fast to the derrick.
Then came the tug of war, and with a long pull, a strong pull,
and a pull all together, the wooden pump rose up gradually from
its hiding-place of years.
'Oh, mother! mother!' I exclaimed; 'see, the derrick is not long
enough to raise the pump out of the well! Why don't they saw it
off, and take out the old pump in two or three pieces?'
Just then papa screamed to Mrs. Rice, 'Run out of the way,
quick, with your baby!'
There stood all the workmen in dismay. What was to be done? My
father had no idea that he had undertaken such a tremendous job,
and now he was in great perplexity. Who, indeed, could have
believed that the well was deep enough to hold a pump of such
immense size as this, that had become so old and rotten? Oh, for
ropes longer and stronger! Oh, for muscle and nerve! Oh, for men
of herculean strength to meet this terrible crisis! At that
moment, a timely suggestion, from any quarter, would have been
welcome. But, even then, it might have been too late; for the
pump fell with a tremendous crash, carrying with it all the
machinery. Papa fell upon the ground, but the derrick had safely
passed over him, prostrating the fences, and endangering the
lives of the workmen.
This scene, which was soon almost forgotten, is recalled by the
fearful crisis that is now upon us. While we rejoice in our
recent victories, and believe that this wicked rebellion will
soon be subdued, we must rejoice with trembling, so long as
SLAVERY, the acknowledged _casus belli_, still remains. The
unsightly monster, in all its rottenness and deformity, is drawn
up from the hiding-place of ages, and it can no more be restored
to its former _status_, than, at the will of the workmen, our
old pump could be thrust back, when, suspended in the air, it
threatened their destruction. God forbid that our rulers should
desire it! What, then, is to be done? No giant mind has yet been
found to grapple successfully with this great evil--no body of
men who can concentrate a moral power sufficient to remove this
worn-out system, without endangering some interest of vital
importance to our beloved country.
Zion must now lengthen her cords and strengthen her stakes, for
the wisdom of the wise has become foolishness, that God alone
may be exalted. He will surely bring down every high thought,
and every vain imagination, and his own people must learn what
it is 'to receive the kingdom of God as little children.' How
shall liberty be proclaimed throughout the length and breadth of
the land, to all the inhabitants thereof, and, in obedience to
the will of God, this year become a year of jubilee to the poor
and oppressed of our nation? How shall the emancipation of
slavery conduce to the best interest of the master, no less than
to the happiness of the slave?
Probably some very simple solution will be given to this
question, in answer to the earnest cry of God's people. Should
it please him to hide this thought for the crisis from the wise
and prudent, and reveal it unto babes, God grant that it may be
in our hearts to respond, 'Even so, Father, for so it seemeth
good in thy sight.'
* * * * *
The simple solution has already been begun by our Executive, in
recognizing the _principle_--its extraordinary advance among all classes
will soon fully develop it. In illustration of this we quote a letter
which the editor of the New Haven _Journal and Courier_ vouches to come
from an officer in the navy, known to him:--
From what we see and know of the operations of the rebels in
this part of the South (the Southern coast, where he has been
stationed), and from what we see perfidious Englishmen doing for
the rebels, we are fast becoming strong abolitionists. We feel
that _now_ Slavery must receive its death-blow, and be destroyed
forever from the country. You would be surprised to see the
change going on in the minds of officers in our service, who
have been great haters of abolitionists; and the Southerners in
our navy are the most bitter toward those who have made slavery
the great cause of war. They freely express the opinion that the
whole system must be abolished, and even our old captain, who is
a native of Tennessee, and who has hitherto insisted that the
abolitionists of the North brought on this war, said last night,
'If England continues to countenance the _institution_, I hope
our government will put arms in the hands of the slaves, and
that slavery will now be the destruction of the whole South, or
of the rebels in the South.' He further said, 'The slave-holder
has, by the tacit consent and aid of England, brought on the
most unjustifiable, iniquitous and barbarous war ever known in
the history of the world.'
Too far and too fast--it is not Abolition, or the good of the black, but
Emancipation, or the benefit of the _white_ man, which is really
progressing so rapidly with the American people. But whatever causes of
agitation are at work, whether on limited or general principles of
philanthropy and political economy, one thing is at least certain--the
day of the triumph of free labor is dawning, while the cause of progress
'Careers with thunder speed along!'
* * * * *
It is almost a wonder that the late offer of the king of Siam to stock
this land with elephants was not jumped at, when one remembers the
American national fondness for the animal, and how copiously our popular
orators and poets allude to a sight of the monster. Among the latest
elephantine tales which we have encountered is the following, from our
New Haven correspondent:--
Dr. H., of this pleasant city of Elms, has been noted for many
years for always driving the gentlest and most sober, but at the
same time the most fearfully 'homely' of horses. His steeds will
always stand wherever he pleases to leave them, but they have
rather a venerable and woful aspect, that renders them anything
but pleasant objects to the casual observer. A few years ago
there came a caravan to town, and several horses were badly
frightened by the elephants, so that quite a number of accidents
took place. A day or two after, old Dr. Knight met Dr. H., and
speaking of the accidents, Dr. Knight remarked that he had not
dared to take his horse out while the procession was passing
through the streets. 'Oh, ho!' said Dr. H., 'why, I took my mare
and drove right up alongside of them, and she wasn't the least
bit scared!'
'Hum--yes,' says Dr. K., '_but how did the elephant stand it_?'
* * * * *
By particular request we find room for the following:--
Hon. ---- then read his Poem entitled the 'Boulder,' which must
be heard before we can form an idea of the genius of the poet.
First we are reminded of the style of the sweet songs of
Pherimorz as his enchanting strains fell upon the enraptured
soul of the fair Lady of the Lake. Then away, on painted wings
of gratified imagination, is the mind carried to the zephyr
wooings of the dying sunset, over the elevated brow of the dark
Maid of the Forest, as she reclines upon her couch of eagles'
feathers, and down from angles wings, hearing the last whisper
of the falling echo from the world of sound.
Whether the wild chaos of storm and whirlwind which madly raged
over the benighted earth before 'light was,' rushed to the dark
caverns where the fettered earthquake lay, when order was
demanded by the Father of Lights, we can not tell; but surely it
is a pleasing thought for the mind engulfed in the unfathomed
darkness of uncreated light, to be brought out and suffered to
rest on the peaceful bosom of the new creation. Whether 'the
world that then was' was overflown and perished by the causes
set forth, we can not tell. We regret that we can not now give a
more extended and particular notice of this poem; let us hope
that ere long we may enjoy the delight of reading its printed
form.
That must indeed have been a poem which could inspire _such_ poetry in
others.
* * * * *
The Boston _Courier_ published, over the signature of 'MIDDLESEX,'
during the months of February and March, a number of articles entitled,
_Through the Gulf States_. So far as we have examined and compared the
series, it appears to be a literal reprint, with a few trivial
alterations of dates and statistics, of the _Letters from the Gulf
States_, originally published in the _Knickerbocker New York Monthly
Magazine_, in 1847.
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CONTENTS.
NO. V.
* * * * *
What Shall we do with it? Hon. John W. Edmonds
A Philosophical Bankrupt
The Molly O'Molly Papers
All Together
A True Story. Miss McFarlane
Maccaroni and Canvas. Henry P. Leland
Fairies
John Bright. George M. Towle
The Ante-Norse Discoverers of America. C.G. Leland
State Rights
Roanoke Island. Frederic Kidder
A Story of Mexican Life
Changed
Hamlet a Fat Man. Carlton Edwards
The Knights of the Golden Circle
Columbia's Safety
Ursa Major. H.B. Brownwell
Fugitives at the West. S.C. Blackwell
The Education to be
Guerdon
Literary Notices
Editor's Table
* * * * *
In the next Number will be commenced a new Novel of American Life, by
R.B. Kimball, Esq., entitled 'WAS HE SUCCESSFUL?' an account of the life
and conduct of Hiram Meeker, one of the leading men in the mercantile
community, and 'a bright and shining light' in the Church, recounting
what he did, and how he made his money.
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