Transfigured, then, in sudden light, Thereafter in the Brahmin's breast THE CRISIS. BY JOHN G. WHITTIER. THE crisis presses on us; face to face with us it stands, With solemn lips of question, like the Sphinx in Egypt's sands! This day we fashion Destiny, our web of fate we spin; This day for all hereafter choose we holiness or sin; Even now from starry Gerizim, or Ebal's cloudy crown, We call the dews of blessing, or the bolts of cursing down! By all for which the martyrs bore their agony and shame; By all the warning words of truth with which the prophets came; By the future which awaits us; by all the hopes which cast Their faint and trembling beams across the blackness of the past, And in the awful name of Him who for earth's freedom died; O ye people, O my brothers! let us choose the righteous side! So shall the Northern pioneer go joyfully on his way, To wed Penobscot's waters to San Francisco's bay; To make the rugged places smooth, and sow the vales with grain, And bear, with Liberty and Law, the Bible in his train; The mighty West shall bless the East, and sea shall answer sea, And mountain unto mountain call: PRAISE GOD, FOR WE ARE FREE! A FABLE FOR SOME PROFESSING UNIONISTS. A MAIDEN lady kept for sport A tabby of the rarest sort; She loved to see his arched back, Oft had he dozed and watched her knitting, She loved but one thing more than tabby- The seed, which once so sprightly tinkled, Upon the carpet all besprinkled; And water, too, the floor bespattered, From out the bird-cage, smashed and battered; 'Mid broken flower-pot and geranium, There lay in death, with fractured cranium, He opened wide his opal eyes; Th' exordium framed to turn attention, And every fine thing he could think of. Our cat, declaiming, like Lord Chatham, Nor can I think that cat is truthful WHOSE WORDS COME FORTH WITH SUCH A MOUTHFUL." -Baltimore American. THE UNIVERSAL COTTON-GIN. By the Author of "Cotton States." HE journeyed all creation through, A pedler's wagon trotting in; A haggard man of sallow hue, Upon his nose the goggles blue, And in his cart a model Universal nigger-cotton-ginniversal nigger-cotton-gin. His seedy garb was sad to view— Hard seemed the strait he'd gotten in; |