Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1858-09-18

Our world is done with wagging,
And he who thinks to walk or wag,
will 6nd that ho is tagging.
Could those who have q hundred
Beneath the dust been lying.
Now make a visit to our sphere.
They'd think our world was flying.
Could see the West, tho grand young West,
Still onward, onward sweeping,
Beyond the Mississippi's shores
His giant march still keeping
Building his cities and his towns
Beside the streams and fountains,
Till freedoms flag shall kiss the breeze
Upon the Rocky Mountains.
Here intervenes a little local matter, which
nit.
Could see our steamboats, and our cars.
As up and down they thunder,
Newton and Franklin, l am sure,
Would ope their eyes withwonder.
And should we live but fifty years,
We'll see some strange commotion-
Twill soon be but ferriage called
To cross the vast old ocean.
A man will at a moments call,
For sport or speculation,
Put one clean collar in his hat,
And travel through tho nation.
At dawn he'll start from Baltimore,
Breakfast at Marietta,
Aud while he reads the morning news,
Arrive at Cincinnati.
His course is onward, railroad speed,
Through constant varying scenes,
On the broad Mississippi dimes,
And sleeps in New Orleans.
One mounts his traveling-machine
To read the last new novel,
And floats about where scenes are laid
In palace, bower, or howell,
Or bids his wife his tea prepare.
Steps into his balloon,
And, for the sake of change of air,
Makes calls upon the moon,
Should even twenty summer suns
But cast their brilliance Ger US,
We shall see things perhaps as queer
Each day turn up before us.
Our bodies then will homespun wear
Rich silks of their own raising,
And sleeves that wont q bushel hold
Will not be thought disgracing.
Hoops may come back, and trails may float,
And girls may go to college,
And school mains" teach the bigger boys
The ways of life and knowledge,
And learn to know 1.-THE silly elyes)
That it's the right of women
To 40 her thinking for herself,
Because TO think is human.
Combe's Constitution of Man" and Spur
helms "Phrenology" had just found their wa
to our village and our minister had decla
ed them "infdel' publications, and insiste
that The doctrines Of Combe were at variance wit
Ill orthodox ideas of total depravity. infant dan
nation, ect., which induces me 10 add the folloy
ing. Phrenology now stands as a science
Well in their cradles have our boys
Examined by the teachers,
And if they have a songmans' bump,
We will not make them preachers
Or if q man look roguishly,
And people chose to doubt him,
Psychologists will feel his bumps
And tell US all about him.
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Things stranger still will then be found
Among times mighty trophies
Our men of talent patronize,
Our men Of wealth in office
Virtue and truth be sought by all,
Instead of vice and folly
For men will find they're not the kind
10 hrirp on meloncholy.
Adrunkard then will be q show, s-~
Men WON'T get in a passion,
Good Offices DO all the 90,
And falsehood out Of fashion.
Then will be used the good old rule
Of doing unto others
AS We would have them do by US
Aud oil live friends and brothers.
Alas, for the moral part Of the prophec
While the material world has outstript the wild,
dream of the fancy of thirty years since-wh
sunbeams paint pictures and Geographic wires t
the news from London to st. Louis in an hour
two less than 70 time-while the march of er
grafton has tracked o line beyond the Roc
Mountains away to the golden sands of the Pac
while !orty eight hours transports you bag a
baggage, on Grim son cushions, from New York
st. Louis-is 1t not we'll enough TO ask why drul
ards are still common-why fraud. falsehood, a
wrong still riot through the l~and-why, with
our school houses, Summaries, colleges, aud u
versities-why, with all our ~pulpits, presses, q
lecture rooms, the Christian church starves
people, and war howls it's dread note upon
border? The morals Of the community seem
lag far behind. Why DO grog'shops l6uri
while temperance houses starve Why are
onses thronged. while lecture rooms and meet
houses ara deserted Why do jails, prisons, p
itentiaries. poor,houses, HON IS for the friendit
aud houses Of refuge swarm with miserable Il
lions Of the image Of God, while wealth, FASH
folly, e~xtravagaeee, and pride faunt in fin
fnery. and, Hatteray.iike, hutters It's little 4
and is gone. leaving only a wreck behind III
we not, as = natisn, ia striving to be great,
gotten to bs good2-Ia our earnest struggle to.
vance. have We not toa eiten pesleeped thehigh
interests Of iife-eur social virtues and our no
affsc.iousf We have said TO our loves and virtu
s'Gst thee behind me, till ! get gold-till | inv
till ! lay out cities--tB build my castls 9