The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1856-05-08

e Old man was strong. The path steep, and 10 g
And narrow, with precipice below.
ran, but once 10 see DER my shoulder looked an
Had the heeiest of The dogs in his hold.
it'll swing and a throw, DER the precipiee below u
Der and over down the dir it spun and rolled
gain looked and three had pulled him to his kneeI
Blu, they howled; for his blows fell sore and fast
len heard a rae-shot and looked and saw him N !;
But little swooning voice sobbed Oh, make has
ien dead weight dragged along, from my hanf n
blossom hung
UP snatched her. Fast they gained upon our ira k.
before me grew the hill. My struggling feet 81 "
still;
Or the whirling ground trod kept running back.
Is crunching teeth, that me, in this manged cheek o.
set,
As they leapt at me behind and b~fore,
i'd countless sparks that flashed, me against the g Su
they dashed
Closed over me, and out my senses toren
PART ".
Birds in the sunny stiffness sang.
AT noontide, all around.
1woke alone. My grandsire's corpse
mic beyond / found.
Strengthened out his siifening limbs,
And wrapped them in my shawl;
And spread heap OF forest leaves
Above him for psln
"Your child" 81 killed her Afterwards
oh, woman, woman, peace" =
"What said I? Master, master, no.
But Satan will not cease.
He says it always in my ears
And sometimes with my tongue.
Have patience with poor old fool, :
Whose wits are all unstrung
God gave me, for her, warm sweet milk
And kisses, not a sword
Or deadly draught. spake her but
A sore yet well-mcant word.
"The mocking-bird, whose nest is robbed,
Still brings her calow young
Their wholesome dainties, TO their cage
Within garden hung;
But when they reach the plumy age
That bids them forth to share,
On darling wing, DER earth, 10 heaven,
The freedom of the air,
Yet, captive still, their painting breasts
Against the bars they beat,
The poison-spider doth she give
Each twueriDg wretch TO eat;
Then shrie.s TO them die Poor bird,
IT'S but british part,
Yet merciful, perhaps; but /
] had human heart.
/ touered Southward"- Towards the North,
You mean" "Oh, no to find
My treasure. / could hear her cry
For me left dead behind
Il always could, though all still
To others, miles away,
III was in the funniest field,
And she was hurt at play.
But since I've heard her little voice,
Ii now is very long;
Except Up with the angels, in
Their calm and molly song)
knew her little waking hands
For mine would nightly seek,
Close empty, and each other wiring,
AS finer heart would break.
They led me fast. The mothers heart =
Is, by heaven-spun cord,
Invisible TO US, they say,
In love-knots, by the Lord,
Tied 10 the child The poor horned brute
Must leave the grazing herd z.
Al large where sweei-breGthed clover blooms, :
Without a blow word,
To chase the cart which bears her young, :
That backward looks and lows,
And shaking with unwieldy speed
Straight to the shambes goes
The rivers ran along with me,
To show TO The way;
The night her silvery sgn-posts set, Z
hid me from the day;
And yet think there scarce was need :
For me to fear and fyi
Beasts, snakes and men, turned quaiiing feom :
The madness in mine eye
struggled through the branches brown;
] struggled through the green
Until palmettoes tore my arms,
And streamers traed between,
OF long gray moss, from cotton trees,
Tina, pillared up the sky,
And swept my brow with tatiers of
Their dusky canopy.
Till all day long the mocking-birds
Mocked every neighbor's tune,
And afterwards all night sat up
To serenade the moon,
And make her smile with mmicry,
And make me watch and weep,
For no more could see my child
Then, even in my sleep;
Tall chimneys here and there smoked through
The forests lessening glooms,
And China's Pride above them waved
Her floating lilac plumcs-
Until one morning, from point
OF water-ploughing land,
saw, with distance dim and mist
The mast-hedged city stand.
knet and raised my thankful hands.
My tongue was stiff and dry,
And had forgotten speech, when, 10!
Out from garden nigh
Yon garden, by the orange walled
Round with dewy night
Ofleafy glooms, and yellow moons,
And twinkling stars white
saw a singing troop of girls
Come forth with stately tread.
And idle arms, of flowers and figs,
Each bearing on her head
A mighty poised basket-sent
think, TO me by God,
To show what should do-and take
Unstayed the city-rOad.
"Quick as n thought, bounded up,
And through the closing gate,
And saw where in his gallery,
Their smoking master safe
Master and overseer in
To upon the ground
Below, the sundered flowers in gang=
For sale arranged and bound.
He listless face, as if
Scarce used to slaves; and so
The dusky hands that worked for hin
Moved clumsily and Slow
No whip he held, and urged in vain;,
While stealing in amid
The blossomed stems, my STOPPING 70 &c
And ragged form hid
snatched the Cape's pale jessamine,
And tore the roses down,
And made the red pomegranate bow
To me her fiery crown,
And piled a gorgeous pyramid,
Inlaid with every hue,
Then through the oeanders dashed,
And through the staring crew,
And showed my moments work. II was
A hundred times the best.
THAT old rag dolly she's worth twice
AS much as all the rest,'
The master muttered-his cigar
'Twixt tips Of fingers two.
He looked at me- Halo he crie(