Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1848-09-28

MARTIN FARQUHAR TO HIS BROTHER
JONATHAN.
A LOVING BALLAD.

1 JONA
A LOVING BALLAD.
Albany, (EnglaNd,l June s, lsAs.
Ho. brother, I'm Ritisher,
A chip "f heart OF oak,
That would MT warp. or swerve, or stir,
From what though: "rsp'ke.
And vou--a blun. aud honest man
| Straightforward, kind aud tue
| I tell YEN, brother Jonathan,
| That you're Brion too.
know your heart, an open heath
read your mind and will,
\ grey hound ever on the start
To run for honor still.
| And shVewd In scheme likely plans
| And stout ia see il dOneS
| / tell y"u, brother Jonathan,
That you and are "ne.
There may be jealoasies and st,ifs,
For men have selfish ends,
And petty qua.rels ginger HE,
And help tO'seasun friends;
| And pMndils " ha with s,'.emn scan
Judge humans m ost Alright,
Decide il, testy 3anarhan,
That br0ihers always fight.
Two h,dglng sparrnws in one nest.
WIlt chtrp a,uut worm
| Then how should eagle,s meekly rest,
The children 1t the s.u,m:
| No! while their rus,led pinions fan
The ey.ie's dIzz! side,
| Like y"u a Id me, my Jonathan,
| It's ali tor love and pride.
'Gud save the Queen delights you still,
| Aud Blush Grenadiers'
The good old ST. aims your heart. strings thrill
And catch you by both ears;
And we-O hate US II you can,
For we are proud of YOU
We like you brother J"ua,hans
| And Yankee Doodle tool
There's nothing foreign on your face.
Nor strange upo" your tongue;
| You came not at another race,
From baser lineage sprung;
No, broi h"ugh away You tan,
As tfuant chi:dreB dr.
Still true II Is. young jonathan,
My fathers tatheTed YOU.
Time vast was not long ago,
Your grandsIre went with mine,
10 battle traitors, blow Tor tlowS
| For Englaud's royal line;
o. trapped 10 court 10 kiss Queen Anne,
Or Worship mighty Bessi y, ~.
Aud you and !. g.p.d Jona.han. ,..-.., =,
Went vim Them then. guess.
Together both, hours long ago,
Am"ng the roses fought,
Or char ging Hefcp the Paynim foe,
Did all knight etranls ought;
As Cavalier o lu,Ilan
Together prayed o. swore,
For Johns UHn brother Jonathan
1 Was only John If yo'e!
| There lived man, . man Of men,
4 A king TN iancys lhrt'ne.
We ne'er snail See his like again.
The glsb- is all his own;
And il we cl-i,n him u, OUT clan,
The halt belongs TO YOU,
For Shakespeare, happy Jonathan,
Is yours aud ours too.
There was another glorious name.
A poet of all time,
Who gained the double-6rst of fame,
| The besuiiiul-sueliIne
And let Us hide HIM as we can,
More misery han pelf,
The Yankee, brother Jonathan,
| Cries halves in Millions self.
Wei, well-and every praise OF I'D
THAT makes W. famous stili,
You would he just and may be bold
| To share il ify"u will.
Since England's glery first be gan,
i Till-jus, the o,hei day.
The half 10 yoars but, Jonathan.
Why did you Idn away!
o, brother. could we both be one.
In naiian aud IN name,
How gladly would the very sim
| Lie baskin IN our fame
In either world 10 lead the Vah
And 60 ahead f'r good.
i While earth to J. I'm aad Jonathan
I yields tribute gratitude!
Add but Your stripes and golden stars
To brave st. Geo. s'srross
And never dream IT mutual wars,
Two dunces' mutual loss.
Let rs bless when Others han,
Aud love when others hate
Am, So. nv cordial Jnnaihap,
We1iGt. 1 cslculsie!
What more! touch not holier strings,
A l"fiiPr strain Ia win.
Nor glance al prophets. priests and kings,
Or heavenly kiih and kin:
As friend with friend. and man with man,
O let nsir hearts be- thus,
A. David's love to Jonathan
Be Jonalhaa's 10 US! -...
! [Liuell's Living Age.
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