San Andreas independent., 1858-03-20


Fashioned SO slenderly, She stood with amazement
\ oung aud SO fair! lIouseless BY night
Look at her garments The bleak wind of March
Cingng like cercnents Made her tremble and shiver
" hist the wave constantly But not the dark arch
Drips from her clothing; Or the black flowing river:
Take her up instantly, Mad from life's history,
Loving, not loatiing. Glad to deaths mystery
Swift to be hurld-
Touch her not scornfuiy, Anywhere, anywhere,
Think of her mournfuly, Out Of the worldl
Gently and humanely:
Not OF the stains of her, In she plunged boldly
All that remains of her No matter how codly
Now, Is pure womany. The rough river ran =
Over the brink of it,
Make no deep scrutiny Picture it-think oft
Into her mutiny lDissolute MAN.
Rash and unduliful! Lave in it, drink Oft
Past all dishonor, Then if you can
Death has left on her
Only the beautiful. Take her up tend erly
Lift her with care;
Still for all slips of hers, Fashioned slenderly
one OF Eve famlIy- ouug, and SO fair !!
Wipe those poor lips of hers,
Oozng SO cianmily. Ere her limbs frgidly
Stfen too rigidly,
Loop up her treSSes, lDecenty,-kindly.-
Escaped from the comb, Smooth and compose til I'm:
Her fair auburn tresses; And her eyes. close Them
Whilst wonderment guesses, Staring so bindly
Where was her homer
Dreadfuly staring
Who was her fatherl Through muddy impurity
Who her mother! AS when with the daring
Had she sister? Last look of despairng,
Had she q brother? Fixed on futurity.
Or was there dearer one
Still, and a nearer one Pershing glooniily,
Yet, than all other. Spurred by contumely,
Cold inhumanity,
Alas for the rarity Burning insanity,
OF Christian charity Into her rest
Under the sun Gross her hands humbly,
OH it pitifuli As if praying dumby,
Near whole city full, Over her breast
Home she had none.
Owning her weakness
Sisterly, brotherly Her evil behaviour
Fatherly, motheriy And leaving, with meekness
Feelings had changed: Her sins to her Saviour!
On Sunday evening, "Who's Who ?" was
played intersperscd with songs, by Miss Susan;
one of the prettest of which was
oh Willie, we have missed you,"
Welcome home my Jeanie Gray,
Hush the banjo-tol the bel-for am sad to-day:
/ cannot work, let weep, for my gentle Jeanie
Gray"
Mrs. Robinson sang, in rich, green Yankee
gals voice, the following, to her :" "saileur fell
ler," which pleased every body
"Oh, my love he is Saleur, so gal-i-ent and bold
He is straight any flagstaff only nineteen years old
For to cruise the wide o-sh-en he's left his DEAR
And my heart it is bust-en because he isn't here.
His pa-rents they bounded him. all for to be carpenter
But sea- faring life he did very much prefer;
For his spirit tremendous and fierce to behold,
young man bred carpenter only nineteen years old
Oh, my bosom it is os-ted just like the raging sea-
For fear that his affcshi-uus don't still pint to me
For lovyer he can get in each port, L am told
Especially for young man only nineteen years old.
And if my dear hus blend b. never will be,
But lay cold corpus in the bottom of the sea.
oh, the weeds of a widow, so frightful to behold,
would wear for my saeur boy only nineteen years DID,
And it's oh for my Iovyer grieve and repine.
For fear that this young man will never be mine;
All the wealth of the indies, in sil-y-er and gold,
I'd give for my saileur boy, only nineteen years old"
The excellent advice and moral of the fol-
lowing, from Cowper, is our apology for pub
fishing it in this place. 1t was very tastefully
and gracefully recited by Mr.. Ham:
I shall not ask jean Jacques Rosseau,*
If birds confabulate 10;
Tis clear that they were always able
To hold dscourse-at least in fable;
And cen the child who knows no better,
Than to interpret by the letter.
story of a cock and bull
Must lave most uncommon skull.
1t chancd then a winters day.
But warm, and bright. and calm as May,
The birds, eonceiving design
To for5Sta sweet ST. Valentine,
In many orchard copse and grove
Assembled on affairs of love-
And with much twitter and much chatter
Began to agitate the matter
At length Bulfnch, who could boast
More years and wisdom than the most,
Entreated, op'ning wide his beak,
moments liberty to speak
And silence publicly enoined,
DELIVERED briefly thus his mind
My friends! be cautious how we treat
The subject upon which meet;
fear we shall have winter yet
Finch, whose tongue knew control,
With golden wing. and satin poll,
last years bird, who ne'er had tried
hat marriage means, thus pert replied:
Methinks the gentleman, quoth she,
Opposite in the apple tree,
By his good will would keep single
Till yonder lieav'n and earth should mingle
Or. (Which is likelier to befall,)
Till death extermnate us ALL
marry without more ado
My dear Dick Redcap. what say you
Dick heard and tweeding oging bridling,
Turning short round, strutting, and sideling,
Attested, glad. his appreciation
OF an immediate conjugaton.
Their sentiments. so well expressed,
Influenced nightly the rest
All paird, and each pair built nest
But though the birds thus in haste
The leaves came on not quite so fast
Ana destiny. that sometimes bears
An aspect stern on mans affairs,
Not altogether smild on theirs.
ne wind of late breathd gently forth,
Now shifted east, and east by north
Bare trees and shrubs but i'll, you know
Could shelter them from rain or snow
Stepping into their nests they padded
Themselves child, their eggs were addIed
Soon evry father bird and mother
Grew quarrelsome, and peckd each other
Parted without the least regret
Except that they had never met:
And learnd in future, to be wiser
Than to neglect good adviser.
MORAL.
Misses the tale that relate
THIS lesson seems to carry
Choose not alone proper mate,
But proper time, to marry