Red Wing sentinel. [volume] (Red Wing, M.T. [i.e. Minn.]) 1855-1861, 1857-08-29
THE TESTERS SERMON.
BY g. W. THoRNBURY.


lap-dog barked without.
The sculliop dropped the pitcher brown, the
cook rallied at the lout
The steward, counting out his gold, let pouch
and money fall,
And why F.? because the Jester rose to say
grace III the hall
The page played with the hcrons plume,
the steward with his chain,
The butler drummed upon the board, and
laughed with might and main;
The groonS beat on their metal cans, and
roared till they were red.
But still the Jester shut his cyee, and rolled
his witty head;
And when they grew little still, read half
a yard of text,
And waving hand, struck on the desk, then
frowncd like one perplcxed.
Dear sinners all,'' the fool began, "mans
life is but a jest,
A dream, shadow, bubble, air, vapour at
the best.
In thousand pounds of law I find not a
single ounce of love:
A blind man killed the parsons COW in
shooting at the dove;
The fool that cats till he is sick must fast
till he is we'll
The wcocr who can hattcr most will bear
away the bell.
{" Let no man haloo he is safe till he is thro'
the wood;
lie who will not when he may, must tarry
when he should.
He who laughs at crooked men should need
walk very strai ght;
0 he who once has won name may lie
a-bcl ill eight.
Make haste to purchase house and land, b<
very slow to wed;
True coral ncels no p,inter's brush, no,
need be daubed with red.
g The liiar, preaching, cursed the thief (,ht
pudding in his sleeve).
10 fish for sprats with golden hooks is fool
ish, by your leave
To travel wcll-an ass's ears, apes face, hog:
mouth, and ostrich legs.
lie doc; not care a pin for thieves who limp
about and begs.
Be always first man ut 4 feast and last mar
at a fray;
The short way round, in spite OF ali, is still
the Ion est way.
When the hungry curatc licks the knit
there's not much for the clerk;
When the pilot, turning pale anl SIGH, look
| up-tlc storm grows dark"
Then loud they laughed, the fat cooks tear
ran down INTO the pan:
The steward shook, that he was forced t
drop the brinming can;
And then again the women screamed, AM
every stag hound haycd-
And why because the motley tool so wis
y sermon made
|
Now ard then there appears in the new:
papers, or in some Of our Magazines, pict
Of poetry" that is poctry-Somcthing ori.
al, quaint, and striking; that makes its in
preston on every reader that has any of tn
fine cords of sentiment Strung With. him.
|Of this kind, we count the following.
p ,yports TO Lc from tic Dem Review:
CURIOUS QUESTION.
;! A daughter!
We'll what brought her?
Kitty asks-':how came she hcrc?'
Half with joy and half with fear.
Kitty is our oldest child,
Eight years old, and rather Wild
Wild in manner, but in mind,
> Wishing all things we'll defined.
i Kitty says, "fIow came she here,
Father? Tell me. It's so queer
Yesterday we had no sister,
Else I'm sure should have missed h,
= When went to bed last nlght
And this morning hailed her sight
With strange and new delight.
For indeed it passes all,
10 have a sister not SO tall
AS my doll;; aud with blue eyes;
And-l do declarc---it cries!
Last night di!,,;'; see her. father:
n nT, I'm sure, had much rather
Stayed at home, as still as mouse.
Than played all day at grandma's hous
She isso pretty and so tiny;
>. And what makes her face so shiny?
Will it always be like that?
: Will she we'll up plump and fat,
Y Like my little doll; or tall
): Like my wax one? Tell me all
All about her, papa, dear,
= For do so long to hear
Where she came from and what broucl
= her,
Yours and Mammals bran new daushte
A daughter-another daughter!
\ And the question is, what brought he
Spence our boy, but three years old,
Says the nurse did-and is bold,
In defiance Of them both
Since to yield his place he's 10th,
And pouting feels his noses point,
When I declare it's out of Joint.
But though the childish explanation
Be food enough for chi|d's vexation,
We older folks must better find
ri TO feed the hunger Of the mind.
: To US, of larger issues preaching,
This link Of life eternal, reaching
4 From earth to heaven, this aew-bo
soul,
Come fresh from where forever roll
Its countless years through yond
y heaven,
Hath deeper cause for thanking givs
/ 4 daughter:
Aud what brought her?
No matter what: she comes to bring
A blessing in he. l:fe's young spring.
,si '.No matter darling! she is here
! Our daughter, sister, baby dear.
k. Open your hearts and let her enter.
Open them wide, fe1 God hath sent ha,