LINCOLN-Away with this nostrum-I'll none of it! For know ye, I bought a box from a harum-scarum boy, Whom I encountered on our Western train, and who Cried-God wot!" Old Abe, buy some Pills ?" Which pains our Liege's LINCOLN ASS! knave! think you so? Yet, your Excellency, I read in some fool swamps, Where Afric's wrongs smell rank to heaven. LINCOLN What then! Let them howl!-You know full well, That, cry as they may, there's nobody hurt! Oh! how I do despise a peevish, complaining peo ple— A people who know not which side their bread is. buttered. Misguided people! who would fain tear away three stripes Two of red and one of white-from our Star- SEWARD [aside.] Long may it wave! BATES-And the home of the brave! LINCOLN And imagine they founded a new nation! And now yon fighting Colonel Davis, With his ragged ragamuffin crew, loudly swears He'll sit in this very chair wherein we sit— Save the mark!-in spite of Wool or Scott. Friends, farewell! yet take something ere ye go Leave me to myself, that I may court the drowsy god. Watch well the door, that no foul traitors enter With machines infernal, or throated revolving pistol. Spread yourselves, and lose no opportunity to tell Th' expectant people that all is going well; And while, reluctant, ye admit the Southern feeling, Urge and declare that 'tis marvellous consoling, That nothing is hurting any body. There, go! Stand not on the order of your going, but go at once. [Seward and others bow and depart.] New Jerusalem! is this happiness? When erst I dreamt of might, majesty, and power; when, in days gone by, An humble splitter of rails, wearing but one shirt a week; Or, when in reverie, I leaned in listless mood O'er the oar (ha! a pun) of the slow-gliding broadhorn, And thought of the powerful and rich of earth, And, envious, contrasted their gay feasts and revels With our simple joys, our humble shuckings and possum hunts, Our apple-bees and quilting frolics-alack-a-day! As Shakespeare says in his Paradise Lost, I sadly feel That "distance lends enchantment to the view." -Charleston Mercury. 9 UPON THE HILL BEFORE CENTREVILLE. JULY TWENTY-FIRST, 1861. I'LL BY GEORGE H. BOKER. "'LL tell you what I heard that day: Boom after boom. Their sullen sound "What saw I?" Little. Clouds of dust; Great squares of men, with standards thrust Like a lone meteor of the sky, A single horseman ; and he shone Passed under the far-hanging cloud, And vanished, and my heart was proud! For mile on mile the line of war But when the sun had passed his stand |