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


lap-dog barked without. 80
The sculliop dropped the pitcher brown, the
.s cook rallied at the lout!
The steward, counting out his gold, let pouch
and money fall,
And why ? because the Jester rose to say
grace in 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 groomS 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
yard Of text,
And waving hand, struck on the desk, then
frowned like one perplexed.
e. Dear sinners ALL" the fool began. "man's
life is but 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 eats till he is sick must fast
till he is well;
The wooer who,can fatter most will bear
away the bell.
g Let no man haloo he is safe till he is thro'
the wood
lie who will not when he may, must larry
when he should.
He who laughs at crooked men should need
... walk very straight;
0 he who once has won name may lie
a-bcd till eight.
Make haste to purchase house and land, be
very slow to we'd;
True, coral needs no painters brush, nor
need be daubed with red.
The Griar, preaching, cursed the thief (,hc
pudding in his sleeye).
10 fish for sprats with golden hooks is fool.
ish, by your leave
To travel well-an ass's ears, apes face, hogs
mouth, and ostrich legs.
lie does not care pin for thieves who limp;
about and begs.
Be always first man at feast and last mar
at q fray
The short way round, in spite OF all, is still
the Ion est way.
When the hungry curate ticks the knit
there's not much for the clerk So 81.
When the pilot, turning pale ami SIGH, look
up-thc 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 trimming can;
And then again the women screamed, an,
every stag. hound bayed-
And why +? because the motley tool so wis
q sermon made
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| Now ard then there appears in the news
papers, or in some Of our Magazines, ga pice
Of poetry" that is poetry-somcthing orig
al, quaint, and striking; that makes its i'm
preston on every reader that has any Of til
fine cords of sentiment strung with" him.
Of this kind, VIC count the following.
p lrports to be from the Dem. Review:
CURIOUS QUESTION.
I 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.
), Kitty says, GLOW 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 night
And this morning hailed her sight
With strange and new delight.
For indeed it passes all,
10 have sister not so tall
AS my DOLL; aud with blue eyes;
And-l do declarc---it cries!
Last night di!a.': see her, father;
n Or, I'm sure, had much rather
Stayed at home, as still as mouse,
Than played all day at grandmas hous
She isso pretty and so tiny;
\ And what makes her face 50 shiny?
Will it always be like that?
!. Will she swell up plump and fat,
' Like my little doll; or tall
J, Like my wax one? Tell mo all
All about her, papa, dear,
: For do SO long to hear
Where she came from and what broug
/ her,
Yours and Mammals bran new dausht,
A daughter-another daughter!
n And the question is, what brought he
Spence our boy, but three years old,
Says the nurse did-and is bold,
i In defiance of them both
Since to yield his place he's 10th,
And pouting feels his noses point,
When declare tits out Of joint.
But though the childish explanation
Be food enough for child's vexation,
We older folks must better find
,tI To feed the hunger Of the mind.
Il To US, Of larger issues preaching,
This link Of life eternal, reaching
ID From earth to heaven, this ncw-bt
soul,
Come fresh from where fore.e r roll
Its countless years through yon;
Hath deeper cause for thanking Civ
A daughter!
Aud 1hat brought her?
No matter what; she comes to bring
!. A blessing in her LIES youpx sps,ne
asI No matter darling! she is hcre- !.
Our daughter, sister, baby dear. I!
K. Open your hearts and let her entqf.
Open them wiis, for God ha.h sent =