Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1851-08-28
From the international Magazine.

authors or TO burlesQue serious pieces by affecting
TO observe the same rhymes, words, and cadences.
The wicked arts of Charles the Seconds time thus
made fun Of the hymns Of the Roundheads, and pi-
Gus people have since turned the tables by adapting
good uses the profane airs and sensual songs Oh
the opera house OF the class of puns, parodles
have in the scale of art much higher rank, and &C.
casionally they furnish specimens of genuine poetry
Among the best that we have ever seen are con-
siderable number attributed to Miss Phoebe Carey,
of Ohio; they are rich in quaint and natural hui
NOR, and as London critic describes them, won
derfuly American In this way, we have seen no
thing better than this reflex of Bayard Taylors Po
EN- Of Manuela."
MARTHA HOPKINS
BALLAD INDIANA
From hd Kitchen Martha Hopkins she stood there making
southw ard looks along turnpike with her hand above her
eyes;
Where along the distant hill side yearling hesr eeds
And little grass growing in mighty sight of weeds
All the air is full of noises for there isn't school,
And boys up pantaioons wadng in the pool
Bthey fisk unnumbeed chickens cseklng for they cannot
laugh
Where the airy SUBMITS nimby leaps the little calf
eyes Martha Bopkns tell me wherefore do ye gaze
On the ground that's being uowed for the planting Of the
meize7
Tell me wherefore down valley traced the turn
pixies way.
bevond the cattle pasture and the csy
may shine,
With the tears Of amber dropping washing the line
mornings balss lightly brush her freckled
cheek
Little eokrth Hopkins the tales spring they speak
When the burning sosce the scanty harvest
She horseback riding down the turnpike
road
Many times turning looking backward quite for
ado harm
Ere the supper he had passed tho kiln Of brick
Crossed rushing River and had ored quite creek
And his TAKEN at the time for pork and
beans,
the Wabash, the wharf at New Orleans
Therefore watches Notwithstanding in her hand the
pans,
footsteps exactly like mans
pipe raes, door behind her jars.
But she seems to hear his letting down the bars
horseback coming down the turnpike
rough,
But they come not Jackson well enough
Well she rottng soel horse Re keeps
joys along leisure with his head down like sleeps
She would him mid thousand by his home made coat
and vest
By his socks which were blue wOllen such as farmers
cut west
By the color of his trousers saddle spread
By blanket purpose the bed.
None like he the yoke of hickory, the unbroken
throw,
None amid his like him spade
hoe;
And at all the ecuttings indeed men seem
him the polka with him the violin
Martha Hopkins, thinks him
now,
For she knows we'll can be- that he meant to keep
When buckeye bIossomed your plants
his corn
Shall bells Indiana usher n wedding
He has pictured his relations ia sunday hat and gown
That their love VIII newly kindle and what comfort will
down to the breakfast, they'll
live.
Tender eyes Martha Hopkins got you in such
scrspe
ga to glitter OF cape
Ali the eye love may brighten to be certain what Sees
looks another, when half hidden by
But eager eyes reknde Orgets the pies and bread
AS horseback round tina the she'd
Now another apron get comb your
therei
Here is one scarcely less happy upon Mr.. Willis's
&c Better Moments:''
woRsER MOMENTS.
Thar fellows voicel how often steals
Its cadence o'or my lonely days.
Like something sent on W agon wheels,
Or packed in n unconscious chaise
might forget the words he said
When all the children fret and cry,
But when get them of to bed
His gentle tone stealing by
And years of matrimony fee,
And leave me sitting ON his knee.
The times came to court spell.
The tender things he said to me.
Make me remember mighty well
My hopes that he'd propose
Ny face is ugier, and perhaps
Time and the comb have thinned my heir;
And plain and common the caps,
And dresses that l have to
But memory is ever yet
With all that fellows fairies writ.
have been out at milking. time
Beneath a dull and rainy sky,
When in the barn twas time feed,
And calves bawling Justify
When scattered hay, and sheaves of oats.
And yeow-corn ears, sound and hard,
And all that makes the cattle pass
With wilder feetness through the yard
When all was hateful, then have !,
With friends who had to help me milk,
Talked of his wife spitefuy,
i And how he kept her dressed in silk;
And when the cattle running there.
Threw a shower of mud,
That fellows voceeame the air.
i Like the light chewing Of the cud-
And resting speckled COW,
The spirit of womsn's Spite
Eve poured low and fervent vow,
Il To make him, if had the might.
Live all his lifetime, just hard.
i And milk his in such yard.
been o pick up wood,
i When night stealing from the dawn,
i Before the fire burning good.
i Or had put the kettle
The little stove-when babies waking
With low murmur in the beds,
i And melody by fits breaking
Above their little yellow heads
And this when | was up perhaps