The route of the procession was up Broadway to Grace, Where prayers were to be offered befitting the desperate case; But a breakfast-bell rang near me, and roused by its thrilling stroke, Just on the corner of Tenth street I lost the vision and woke. YE FLYGHT OF YE RAYL-SPLITTER. A BALLAD. OF all ye flyghts that ever were flown, By several persons or one alone Of science, or Dr. Franklin's kite; Of "Mincio" Raymond away from the fight, Weary and worn like a hunted moose, But scarcely in his blankets enveloped was he When he cried: "I am struck with a bright idee ; Now, various dreams are like to come And so when Abraham laid him down Dead men tossed about like stones- Then suddenly in from the murky night And he cried to Abraham where he lay: And the Rayl-Splitter said as he looked at him: "John, Just wait till I get my trowsers on.” So he swore an oath by the kingdom come, Swiftly along the Central Road Went the fiery horse with his precious load, Thus honest Abraham, safe and sound, Ah! very noble it seems to be, Is the chiefest magnate in the land— Who ran away, quaking, from nothing at all; Who skulked in the night to Washington. -New-Orleans Crescent. SANGUINARIA CANADENSIS. BY JOEL BENTON. I. I KNOW the patch where the waxen, milk white blossoms grow, On a pea-green palmate leaf by the woody slope of the hill; Close to the budding coppice, thick as an army of snow, And the May wind drifts their leaves in a heap by the silver rill. II. I plucked a flower from its stem, lustrous and fair to see, One that had loitered late with a splendor for me to behold; Saxifrage, Colts-foot, Trillium, Rue, and Ane mone, I bound in a quaint bouquet, with its central nimbus of gold. III. Lo! a color of red, of orange, a saffron stain Darkens my hand, and clings in a multiplied ragged scar; "What if I had plucked the flower that was planted in pain, And bathed with scarlet blood my country in crimson war?" IV. I thought: "O parricide, traitor, perjurer, villain, knave, Prince of the rebels, striking at Freedom's consummate flower; You will carry a damning Macbeth stain to your grave That shall brighten the name of Arnold to history's latest hour." -The Independent, May 30, 1861. |