Tallyho! the old Virginia gentry gather to the baying! In they rush'd and kill'd the game, shooting lustily away; And whene'er they slew a rebel, those who came too late for slaying, Not to lose a share of glory, fired their bullets in his clay; And Old Brown, Saw his sons fall dead beside him, and between them laid him down. How the conquerors wore their laurels ; how they hasten'd on the trial; How Old Brown was placed, half dying, on the Charlestown court-house floor; How he spoke his grand oration, in the scorn of all denial; What the brave old madman told them,—these are known the country o'er. "Hang Old Brown, Said the judge—" and all such rebels! judicial frown. with his most But, Virginians! don't do it! for I tell you that the flagon, Filled with blood of Old Brown's offspring, was first pour'd by Southern hands; And each drop from Old Brown's life-veins, like the red gore of the dragon, May spring up a vengeful Fury, hissing through your slave-worn lands? And Old Brown, May trouble you more than ever, when you've nail'd his coffin down! November, 1859. PAN IN WALL STREET. JUST where the Treasury's marble front The quarter-chimes, serenely toll'd Even there I heard a strange wild strain The curbstone war, the auction's hammer, And swift, on Music's misty ways, It led, from all this strife for millions, To ancient sweet-do-nothing days Among the kirtle-robed Sicilians. And as it still'd the multitude, And yet more joyous rose, and shriller, The other held a Pan's-pipe (fashion'd The reeds give out that strain impassion'd. "Twas Pan himself had wandered here A-strolling through this sordid city, And piping to the civic ear The prelude of some pastoral ditty! The demigod had cross'd the seas, From haunts of shepherd, nymph, and satyr, And Syracusan times,―to these Far shores and twenty centuries later. U A ragged cap was on his head: But-hidden thus-there was no doubting That, all with crispy locks o'erspread, His gnarled horns were somewhere sprouting: His club-feet, cased in rusty shoes, Were cross'd, as on some frieze you see them, And trousers, patch'd of divers hues, Conceal'd his crooked shanks beneath them. He fill'd the quivering reeds with sound, The nymphs and herdsmen ran to hear him, The bulls and bears together drew From Jauncey Court and New Street Alley, As erst, if pastorals be true, Came beasts from every wooded valley; A one-eyed Cyclops halted long From some new-fangled lunch-house handy, To strike up Yankee Doodle Dandy! A newsboy and a pea-nut girl Like little Fauns began to caper: His hair was all in tangled curl, Her tawny legs were bare and taper. And still the gathering larger grew, His pipe, and struck the gamut higher. O heart of Nature, beating still With throbs her vernal passion taught her,Even here, as on the vine-clad hill, Or by the Arethusan water! New forms may fold the speech, new lands So thought I;-but among us trod 66 Great Pan is dead!"—and all the people Went on their ways:—and clear and high The quarter sounded from the steeple. TOUJOURS AMOUR. PRITHEE tell me, Dimple-Chin! Soft approaches, sly retreats, "Oh!” the rosy lips reply, Tell, O tell me, Grizzled-Face! "Ah!" the wise old lips reply,- die; THE DOORSTEP. THE Conference-meeting through at last, Not braver he that leaps the wall But no! she blush'd and took my arm : I can't remember what we said,- |