When but a pickaninny

They're wurth a lot of tin; Noaw, good as gold from Ginny, A fust-rate price they'd win. The Saouth wants money orful, And fits us tooth and nale; But, oh! can it be lorful

Tu give their niggs leg bail?

Who fired rite on aour flagDragged freemen tu thare graves?

Who luvs to boast and brag

That we shall be thare slaves?

Who cum upon aour track,

And scatter ruin through it?
And ef we ken strike back,
For pity's sake let's du it!

Yes! by aour martyred dead,
We'll follow Abram's plan;
On tu thare soil we'll tread,
And hit 'em where we kan !

CHARITY GRIMES.

A

ENGLAND AND FRANCE.

SOUTHERNER bold to Davis came,

And said: "The South is all of a flame

'Tis useless for us to hold the forts,

While Lincoln ships blockade our ports;
What are you doing, Lord Davis, say,
To drive these insolent ships away?"

Then Davis, eyeing the speaker askance,

Said: "We hope for ships from England and France."

Then the Southerner bold went on to say:
"Lord Davis, cannot we get our pay ?
People are quarrelling, so they say,

Who shall get the bonds of the C. S. A.
Our clothes are worn, and our shoes in holes-
These are the times that try men's soles !"

Then Davis, eyeing the speaker askance,
Said : "We hope for money from England and
France!"

Then the Southerner's voice again was heard: "Secession has never been referred

To the people's vote at the polls,” said he;
"We have no recognition at home, you see;
Lincoln says it is all sedition-

How shall we get a recognition!"

Then Davis, eyeing the speaker askance,
Said: "We hope to get it from England and
France!"

Then the Southerner bold, with flashing eyes,
Answered: "Such conduct I despise ;

You put your trust in England and France,
To help you through this fantastic dance.
I've no faith in those who don't understand,
To trust for help in their own right hand.
We must be fallen low indeed,

If we stand of foreign aid in need:

Moreover, we have not the slightest chance,

Of obtaining these things from England and France!"

"GOD BLESS ABRAHAM LINCOLN.”

PLACED by a nation at the helm of State,

In troublous times-when the fierce lightnings flashed,

And deepest thunders muttered from afar; When the whole sky was black with threat'ning storms,

And mute expectancy of coming ill,

Settled so like a pall upon brave hearts—
How nobly didst thou seize the guiding power,
Strong in the might of right and loyalty
Then while we listened to thy words of cheer,
We saw thee bare thy brow, and lift thine eyes
Unto the hills, from whence thy strength must

come,

While thy lips meekly uttered: "Pray for me.”

Ay, as the lamp within the holy place
Did ceaseless burn, so has the incense sweet
Ascended, from ten thousand hearts for thee.
And He, the Merciful, who wearies not
Of the continued off'ring, but who says,
Upon me call in the dark hours of need,
I will deliver-He has heard the prayer

Awhile we doubted, and our fears prevailed.
The scales, so finely poised, we trembling
watched;

Our very pulse stood still, and at the heart
A dull and leaden pain of agony.

Till from the helm the mandate sounded forth,
"Break every yoke, open the prison-doors,
To every captive liberty proclaim."

Wondering we bow all reverently now,
While words of patient love rebuke our fears-
O ye of little faith! why did ye doubt!
The Planter of the ear, shall not he hear?
The mountains may remove, the hills may bow!
And like a scroll the heavens roll away!
But mine own word endureth evermore.

Ah! now from shore to shore, and from the river, To earth's utmost bounds, goes up the cry "God bless our noble helmsman!"

B. M.