The Kansas herald of freedom., 1855-03-24
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To Our Folks at Homo.


New Englandi aye, New England I come from
And SO think that may say iss quite likely
place:
lis true the stones are pretty thick, the hills are
pretty high,
But then the men are pretty smart, the boys un-
common spry.
And then the girls, o, dear me suz. think they
can't be beat;
I'd rather have smack from one than eat tie
finest wheat;
They very early learn to spin, and bake and brew
and sew,
And make the very best of wives, (there's ene
that does, know
And there is Plymouth Rock, you know, the
school-boiise and the mill;
And there yeu'n find the meetin' house, and there
is Bunker Hill;
And there the men in olden time determined to
be free;
For that was what they fought about, and not
the pound Of tea.
The cattle browse upon the hills, and find good
= picking too,
For labors sturdy arm is there, and that will put
it through;
It's there the com and pumpkins grow. and there
they raise the beans,
And al the folks that love to work can live like
kings and queens
The men both hold and drive the plow, and by
the plow they thrive,
They want no sAggards in the field, no Crones
within the hive;
" ho win not toll must never cat, each son and
daughter feels,
The very streams are made to work and turn the
factory wheels.
To cultivation of the soil the farmers not con-
fined.
He takes the weekly newspaper and cultisates
the mind;
The boys and girls. so rosy checked, are bright
as well As merry.
They study WebSters Spelling Book, and buy
the Dictionary.
o, that's the land of singing-schools, of apple
bees, and sich,
And there, when boys get off the track their ia
thefs Use the sariteh;;
The hoary head IS honored there-youth viii not
age dcspise-
For there twas SO when was young) they learn
the catechiSe.
These western folks may talk about their mighty
streams and prairies,
But for the butter 70 their bread they need New
England dairies:
| Of Seattle on thousand hills they ne'er can be
possessed,
For Saddle Back is big enough for all the hills
out West.
Her pork. if linked in sausages, and made into a
| Chain,
Would reach, like Puck's. around the globe. and
half way back again;
| Her hundred acre fields. Of wheat, and corn SC
monstrous tall,
BY these the nations might be fed, but then thai
isn't all:
When in the pleasant Sabbath morn the waving
harvest swells,
The emigrant would like to hear New Englandi
Sunday bells;
And when they want for scbool-ma'ams they
must Governor Slade employ
To get q drove of Vermont girls to bring to Hi
nois.
And then the sehool-house, ten to one, is man,
miles away,
And so the faXen-headed ones must stay at hom,
and play;
Or while the mother boils the pot they roam
around and plague her,
Or lowering in the corner sit, shaking with the
ager.
New England aye, New England my glory
and my boast,
Adown thy hills, when rs boy, o, how used
to coast;
Thy pleasant fields of living green, methinks ]
see them now,
And upon my fathers farm a-riding horse 10
plOw.
Thou art the land of liberty, of valleys and Of
hills,
a land of men-whcre thought is frec-of brooks
and running rills;
'Tis there they keep Thanksgiving days and like
to have them esme,
When loving circles cluster round-I wish was
to hum.
Or WEST, Oct, 1854. JEDEDIAH.