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# The Book of Scottish Song/The Prince's Street Beau

The Prince's Street Beau.
[Thomas C. Latto.—Tune, "The Mistletoe Bough."—Here first printed.]
Young lawyer Tom was the pride of the ball; His waistcoat shone like a white-wash'd wall; And though his retainers were small and few, His credit seem'd good, for his coat was new. The ladies all sigh'd, "Oh la! what a dear!" And in truth he looked spruce as a bottle of beer. O, the rogue with his bright boots aimed to be A moving mirror of gallantry! O the Prince's street beau! O the Prince's street beau!
At his lodgings arrived, "Ah dimmit," he yawn'd, "I fear it's all up, for my shirts are pawn'd, And crucify me, if I know what to do, To pay my last trousers, my hat, and surtout. I've lived on a trotter a week, I am sure, But of course 'twas my appetite getting 'so poor.' O (hark in your ear) had mutton been cheap, I think in the time I had manag'd a—sheep!" O the Prince's, &c.
Next morning, when combing his whiskers, he cried, "I must vanish by twilight, but where shall I hide? Snip thinks he is up to a trifle or so, But I'm bless'd if I leave him a string to his beau!" Away he flew, and his landlord look'd blue, Three bailiffs are started, our friend to pursue, And the tailor scream'd, "He promised to pay The 'dentical hour that he cut away." O the Prince's, &c.
They sought him that night, and they sought him next day, And they sought him in vain when a week pass'd away; In the Canongate, Cowgate, all over the town, Old Cabbage sought wildly, the bird was flown, And years flew by, he was neatly done, Yet the beau, though he managed his clutchets to shun, At times hove in sight, when each imp shouted, "Beaus Should never forget to pay their clo's!" O the Prince's, &c.
At length a live bundle of rags was seen In a field of barley near Juniper Green: Can I credit my eyes? 'twas our hero indeed,— O in running so fast, he had run to seed! Sad, sad was his fate! be warn'd, ye beaus, And never forget to pay your "clo's!" He had hired himself out at a penny a day, As a bogle to frighten the crows away! O the Prince's street beau, The fate of the Prince's street beau!
# The Beauties of Burn's Poems/To a Haggis

TO A HAGGIS.
# The Beauties of Glasgow

* "The Beauties of Glasgow", in The Beauties of Glasgow (1802), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Beauties of Glasgow", in Beauties of Glasgow (c.1804-1815), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# The Beauties of Burn's Poems/The Ordination

THE ORDINATION.
* ↑ Alluding to a scoffing Ballad which was made on the admission of the late Reverend and worthy Mr. L——— to the Laigh Kirk.
* ↑ Genesis, ch. ix. ver. 22.
* ↑ Numbers, ch. xxv. ver. 2.
* ↑ Exodus, ch. iv. ver. 25.
* ↑ New-light is a cant phrase for certain religious opinions.
# The Beauties of Burn's Poems/The Rigs o' Barley

SONG,
Tune—Corn-Rigs are bonny.
# The Beauties of Burn's Poems/The Twa Dogs, a Tale

The Twa Dogs.—A Tale.
# The Beauties of Glasgow (1802)

THE
Beauties of Glasgow.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
I WONDER'D WHAT HE MEANT,
BONNY CHARLEY.
THE GLEANERS.
SHE'S WHAT I DARE NOT NAME.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket.
1802.
* The Beauties of Glasgow
* I Wonder'd What He Meant
* Bonny Charley
* The Gleaners
* She's What I Dare Not Name
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Beauties of Glasgow (1802)/I Wonder'd What He Meant

I WONDER'D WHAT HE MEANT.
# The Beauties of Burn's Poems/The Vision

THE VISION.
DUAN FIRST
* ↑ Duan, a term of Ossian's for the different divisions of a digressive Poem. See his Cath-Loda, Vol. 2. of M'Pherson's Translation.
* ↑ The Wallaces.
* ↑ William Wallace.
* ↑ Adam Wallace of Richardton, cousin to the immortal Preserver of Scottish Independence.
* ↑ Wallace, Laird of Craigie, who was second in command under Douglas, Earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought Anno 1448. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valour of the gallant Laird of Craigie, who died of his wounds after the action.
* ↑ Coilus, King of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to have taken its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries, of Coilfield, where his burial-place is still shown.
* ↑ Barskimming, the seat of the Lord-Justice-Clerk.
* ↑ Catrine, the seat of the late Doctor, and also Professor Stewart.
* ↑ Colonel Fullarton.
# The Beauties of Burn's Poems/To a Louse

TO A LOUSE,
On seeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church.
# The Beauties of Glasgow (1802)/Bonny Charley

BONNY CHARLEY.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Iowa (county)

Edition of 1879. See also Iowa County, Wisconsin and Iowa County, Iowa on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
IOWA. I. A S. W. county of Wisconsin, bounded N. by Wisconsin river, and drained by the branches of the Pekatonica; area, 720 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 24,544. The surface is irregular and thinly timbered. Lead is abundant, and copper and zinc are found. The Prairie du Chien division of the Milwaukee and St. Paul railroad passes along the N. border, and the Mineral Point railroad terminates at the county seat. The chief productions in 1870 were 760,166 bushels of wheat, 705,792 of Indian corn, 803,951 of oats, 40,867 of barley, 35,857 of flaxseed, 145,141 of potatoes, 48,758 lbs. of wool, 73,896 of hops, 84,023 of flax, 547,388 of butter, and 38,054 tons of hay. There were 9,871 horses, 10,064 milch cows, 17,460 other cattle, 13,756 sheep, and 28,235 swine; 22 manufactories of carriages, 7 of cabinet furniture, 5 of pig lead, 1 of paints, 8 of saddlery and harness, 3 flour mills, 4 breweries, and 2 zinc-smelting establishments. Capital, Mineral Point. II. An E. county of Iowa, intersected by the river of the same name and the N. fork of the English river; area, 576 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 16,644. It has an undulating and well wooded surface, and a fertile soil. The Chicago, Rock Island, and Pacific railroad passes through the county. The chief productions in 1870 were 531,148 bushels of wheat, 1,281,123 of Indian corn, 267,049 of oats, 111,882 of potatoes, 499,379 lbs. of butter, 31,877 of wool, and 30,703 tons of hay. There were 6,564 horses, 6,481 milch cows, 10,995 other cattle, 8,806 sheep, and 21,590 swine; 4 manufactories of carriages, 4 of saddlery and harness, 1 of woollen goods, 4 of brick, 4 flour mills, and a cotton and woollen print works. Capital, Marengo.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Iowa River

Edition of 1879. See also the disclaimer.
IOWA RIVER. See Iowa.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Iowa City

Edition of 1879. See also Iowa City, Iowa on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
IOWA CITY, the capital of Johnson co., Iowa, and from 1839 to 1857 the seat of the territorial and state government, situated on the left bank of the Iowa river (here navigable by steamboats), 80 m. from its mouth, and on the Chicago, Rock Island, and Pacific railroad, 130 m. E. of Des Moines; pop. in 1850, 1,250; in 1860, 5,214; in 1870, 5,914. Since the census the city has been enlarged, and the population
now (1874) is about 9,000. It is built upon the highest of three plateaus, 150 ft. above the river, and is surrounded, at the distance of a mile, by an amphitheatre of hills. It is the seat of the state university, which has an attendance of 600 students in the academical, law, and medical departments, an extensive laboratory, and a library of 6,500 volumes. The university occupies four buildings, the largest having been erected by the federal government for the territorial capitol. In connection with its medical department is Mercy hospital, with roomy wards and private apartments. (See Iowa.) The county offices and court house are the other principal public buildings. There are several flouring mills in operation, and the river furnishes motive power for various other manufactories. The city contains two national banks, the state historical society's rooms, with a library of about 3,500 volumes, four ward schools, three academies, a commercial college, a daily and three weekly (one Bohemian) newspapers, a semi-monthly periodical (published by the students in the university), and 15 churches.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Isle Royale

Edition of 1879. See also Isle Royale on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
ISLE ROYALE, an island in Lake Superior, forming part of Keweenaw co., Michigan, 55 m. N. W. of Keweenaw point, 15 m. from the Canada shore, intersected by the 48th parallel and the 89th meridian; length from N. E. to S. W. about 45 m., greatest breadth 9 m.; area, 225 sq. m. It has no permanent population. The shores are generally rocky and broken, with several deep inlets. A large number of rocky islets are clustered about it, especially off the N. E. and S. W. extremities. Much of the island is covered with trees, and a longitudinal ridge rises at some points more than 700 ft. above the lake. Extensive veins of native copper have recently been discovered on this island, many of which have been worked by some ancient people, whose stone hammers and copper knives and other tools are found in great numbers in the pits. Some of the excavations on the N. side extend continuously more than two miles, and are connected by underground drains, one of which was cut through rock for a distance of 60 ft., and had been covered throughout with large timbers, now broken and decayed. The stone hammers weigh from 10 to 30 lbs., some of them having a groove for a handle, and the copper tools have been hardened by fire. The miners exhibited great skill in tracing the veins, and followed the deposits of sheet-like copper,
rejecting the nuggets. Some copper arrowheads have been found on the island, and a rude wooden bowl 3 ft. in diameter. At an indentation which forms a good harbor on the S. side, where a stream 40 ft. wide has cut a passage through the rocks and forms a considerable cataract, the apparent site of an ancient town has been discovered. It was on an elevated slope overlooking the lake. No human remains have been found. At least one generation of immense forest trees has grown over all the mines. One is now worked by a New York company. A few deer frequent the island, and it is overrun with rabbits.
# The Black Man (Brown)/J. Theodore Holly

J. THEODORE HOLLY.
If there is any man living who is more devoted to the idea of a "Negro Nationality" than Dr. Delany, that man is J. Theodore Holly. Possessing a good education, a retentive memory, and being of studious habits, Mr. Holly has brought himself up to a point of culture not often attained by men even in the higher walks of life. Unadulterated in race, devotedly attached to Africa and her descendants, he has made a "Negro Nationality" a matter of much thought and study. He paid a visit to Hayti in 1858 or 1859, returned home, and afterwards preached, lectured, and ​wrote in favor of Haytian emigration. In concluding a long essay on this subject, in the Anglo-African Magazine, he says,—
"From these thoughts it will be seen that whatso-ever is to be the future destiny of the descendants of Africa, Hayti certainly holds the most important relation to that destiny. And if we were to be reduced to the dread alternative of having her historic fame blotted out of existence, or that celebrity which may have been acquired elsewhere by all the rest of our race combined, we should say, Preserve the name, the fame, and the sovereign existence of Hayti, though every thing else shall perish. Yes, let Britain and France undermine, if they will, the enfranchisement which they gave to their West Indian slaves, by their present apprenticeship system; let the lone star of Liberia, placed in the firmament of nationalities by a questionable system of American philanthropy, go out in darkness; let the opening resources of Central Africa be again shut up in their wonted seclusion; let the names and deeds of our Nat Turners, Denmark Veseys, Penningtons, Delanys, Douglasses, and Smiths be forgotten forever; but never let the self-emancipating deeds of the Haytian*people be effaced; never let her heroically achieved nationality be brought low; no, never let the names of her Toussaint, her Dessalines, her Rigaud, her Christophe, and her Petion be forgotten, or blotted out from the historic pages of the world's history."
Mr. Holly is a clergyman of the Protestant Episcopal order, and for several years was pastor of a church at New Haven, Connecticut, where he sustained the reputation of being an interesting and eloquent preacher. ​His reading is at times rapid, yet clear and emphatic. He seems to aim more at what he says than how he says it; and if you listen, you will find food for thought in every phrase. As a writer he is forcible and argumentative, but never dull. In person, Mr. Holly is of the ordinary size, has a bright eye, agreeable countenance, form erect, voice clear and mellow. He uses good language, is precise in his manners, and wears the air of a gentleman. Infatuated with the idea of a home in Hayti, he raised a colony and sailed for Port au Prince in the spring of 1861. He was unfortunate in the selection of a location, and the most of those who went out with him, including his own family, died during their first sis months on the island. Mr. Holly has recently returned to the United States. Whether he intends to remain or not, we are not informed.
# The Black Man (Brown)/James M. Whitfield

JAMES M. WHITFIELD.
There has long resided in Buffalo, New York, a barber, noted for his scholarly attainments and gentlemanly deportment. Men of the most polished refinement visit his saloon, and, while being shaved, take pleasure in conversing with him; and all who know him feel that he was intended by nature for a higher position in life. This is James M. Whitfield. He is a native of Massachusetts, and removed west some years since. We give a single extract from one of his poems.
"How long, gracious God, how long Shall power lord it over right?
The feeble, trampled by the strong, Remain in slavery's gloomy night?
In every region of the earth Oppression rules with iron power;
And every man of sterling worth, Whose soul disdains to cringe or cower
Beneath a haughty tyrant's nod,
And, supplicating, kiss the rod
That, wielded by oppression's might,
Smites to the earth his dearest right,— The right to speak, and think, and feel, And spread his uttered thoughts abroad,
To labor for the common weal, Responsible to none but God,—
Is threatened with the dungeon's gloom,
The felon's cell, the traitor's doom, ​And treacherous politicians league With hireling priests to crush and ban
All who expose their vain intrigue, And vindicate the rights of man.
How long shall Afric raise to thee Her fettered hand, Lord, in vain,
And plead in fearful agony For vengeance for her children slain?
I see the Gambia's swelling flood, And Niger's darkly-rolling wave,
Bear on their bosoms, stained with blood, The bound and lacerated slave;
While numerous tribes spread near and far
Fierce, devastating, barbarous war,
Earth's fairest scenes in ruin laid,
To furnish victims for that trade
Which breeds on earth such deeds of shame,
As fiends might blush to hear or name."
Mr. Whitfield has written several long poems, all of them in good taste and excellent language.
# The Black Man (Brown)/Jeremiah B. Sanderson

JEREMIAH B. SANDERSON
New Bedford has produced a number of highly-intelligent men of the "doomed race;" men who, by their own efforts, have attained positions, intellectually, which, if they had been of the more favored class, would have introduced them into the halls of Congress. One of these is J. B. Sanderson. An industrious student, and an ardent lover of literature, he has read more than almost any one of his years within our circle of acquaintance. History, theology, and the classics, he is master of. We first met him while he was on a tour through the west, as a lecturer on slavery, and the impression then made on our mind became still stronger as we knew more of him. Although not at the time an ordained minister Mr. Sanderson, in 1848, preached for one of the religious societies of New Bedford, on Sunday, and attended to his vocation (hair dresser) during the week. Some of the best educated of the whites were always in attendance on these occasions. His sermons were generally beyond the comprehension of his hearers, except those well read. Emerson, Carlyle, and Theodore Parker, were represented in his discourses, which were always replete with historical incidents. Mr. Sanderson has been several years in California, where he now preaches to an intelligent congregation and is considered one of the ablest religious teachers in the Pacific state.
"Honor and fame from no condition rise:
Act well your part—there all the honor lies."
"Who does the best his circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly: angels could no more."
​In stature Mr. Sanderson is somewhat above the medium height, finely formed, well-developed head, and a pleasing face; an excellent voice, which he knows how to use. His gestures are correct without being studied, and his sentences always tell upon his audience. Few speakers are more happy in their delivery than he. In one of those outbursts of true eloquence for which he is so noted, we still remember the impression made upon his hearers, when, on one occasion, he exclaimed, "Neither men nor governments have a right to sell those of their species; men and their liberty are neither purchasable nor salable. This is the law of nature, which is obligatory on all men, at all times, and in all places." All accounts from California speak of J. B. Sanderson as doing more for the enfranchisement and elevation of his race than any one who has gone from the Atlantic states.
# The Blue Bird (Custance)/A Dream

A DREAM
# The Blue Bird (Custance)/Beauty

BEAUTY
# The Blue Bird (Custance)/Black Butterflies

BLACK BUTTERFLIES
# The Blue Bird (Custance)/Candle-Light

CANDLE-LIGHT
# The Blue Bird (Custance)/Daffodil Dawn

DAFFODIL DAWN
# The Blue Bird (Custance)/Angels

ANGELS
# The Blue Bird (Custance)/A Memory

A MEMORY
# The Blue Bird (Custance)/Blue Flowers

BLUE FLOWERS
# The Blue Bird (Custance)/Endymion

ENDYMION
# The Chace/To the Author of The Chace

TO THE
AUTHOR
OF
The CHACE.
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# The Chair of the Indian King

* information about this edition.
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Originally appeared in the Connecticut Mirror. Reprinted in Buckingham, Joseph Tinker, ed.. Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals. Vol. II. Boston: Joseph T. Buckingham, 1824. The work was unattributed, but much of it uses the same words as Sigourney used in Chapter XII of Sketch of Connecticut, Forty Years Since.
IN the neighbourhood of Mohegan, is a rude recess, environed by rocks, which still retains the name of "the chair of Uncas." When the fort of that king was besieged by the Narragansetts, and his people perishing with famine, he took measures to inform the English of their danger, and was found seated in this rocky chair, anxiously watching the river, on the night when those supplies arrived, which rescued his tribe from destruction. These were conveyed in a large canoe from Saybrook, under cover of darkness, by an enterprising man, of the name of Leffingwell, to whom Uncas, as a proof of his gratitude, gave a large tract of land, comprising nearly the whole of Norwich.
THE monarch sat on his rocky throne,  Before him, the waters lay ; His guards, were shapeless columns of stone, Their lofty helmets with moss o'ergrown,  And their spears of the braken grey.
His lamps were the fickle stars that beamed  Through the veil of their midnight shroud, And the reddening flashes that fitfully gleamed When the distant fires of the war-dance streamed Where his foes in frantic revel screamed
 'Neath their canopy of cloud.
Say! why was his glance so restless and keen  As it fell on the waveless tide? And why, mid the gloom of that silent scene Did the sigh heave his warlike bosom's screen  And bow that front of pride?
Behind him his leagured forces lay  Withering in famine's blight, And he knew, with the blush of the morning ray, That Philip would summon his fierce array On the core of the warrior's heart to prey,  And quench a nation's light.
It comes! it comes!—that misty speck  Which over the waters moves! It boasts no sail, nor mast, nor deck, Yet dearer to him was that nameless  Than the maid to him who loves.
It bears to the warrior's nerveless arm  The might of a victor's aim— Its freight is a spell, whose mystic charm Shall protect the tottering sire from harm, And the ire-doomed babe, whose life-blood warm  Was to hiss in the wigwam's flame.
The eye of the king with that rapture blazed  Which the soul in its rapture sends; His prayer to the spirit of good he raisrd, And the shades of his buried fathers praised  As toward his fort he wends.
That king hath gone to his lowly grave!  He slumbers in dark decay; And like the crest of the tossing wave, Like the rush of the blast, from the mountain cave, Like the groan of the murdered, with none to save,  His people have past away.
The monarch hath gone, but his rocky throne  Still rests on its frowning base; Its motionless guards, rise in phalanx lone, And nought save the winds through their helmets that moan, And none, but those bosoms and hearts of stone,  Sigh over the fallen race.
# The Chair of the Indian King (Sigourney)

* The Chair of the Indian King, in the Connecticut Mirror, 1824.
* The Chair of the Indian King, in Poems, 1827.
# The Chace/Book 4

The Argument of the Fourth Book.
Of the Necessity of destroying some Beasts, and preserving others for the Use of Man. Of breeding of Hounds; the Season for this Business. The Choice of the Dog, of great Moment. Of the Litter of Whelps. Of the Number to be rear'd. Of setting them out to their several Walks. Care to be taken to prevent their Hunting too soon. Of ent'ring the Whelps. Of breaking them from running at Sheep. Of the Diseases of Hounds. Of their Age. Of Madness; two Sorts of it described, the Dumb, and outragious Madness: It's dreadful Effects. Burning of the Wound recommended as preventing all ill Consequences. The infectious Hounds to be separated, and fed apart. The Vanity of trusting to the many infallible Cures for this Malady. The dismal Effects of the Biting of a Mad Dog, upon Man described. Description of the Otter Hunting. The Conclusion.
BOOK the Fourth.
FINIS.
# The Chace/To William Somervile, Esq; on his Poem call'd The Chace

TO
William Somervile, Esq;
On his POEM call'd
The CHACE.
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# The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/O God, Beneath Thy Guiding Hand

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* O God, beneath thy guiding hand, Our exiled fathers crossed the sea; And when they trod the wintry strand, With prayer and psalm they worship'd thee.
* Thou heard'st, well pleased,the song, the prayer: Thy blessing came; and still its power Shall onward,through all ages, bear The memory of that holy hour.
* Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And where their pilgrim feet have trod, The God they trusted guards their graves.
* And here thy name, O God of love, Their children's children shall adore, Till these eternal hills remove, And spring adorns the earth no more. Amen.