Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1859-05-18
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Afsw DAYS since we published very fine piece
Of poetry. subo5yiBg noble sentiment, cOntTibu-
ted 10 the New York EDeang Post, entitled, "The
Under Deg in the Fight A correspondent Of the
Bostop Post perpetrates the following clever parody
on this poem
To the Upper hog in the Fight.
BY jobs SMITH
The verld likes success, and the mighty great world
The peasant kicks ana 9sIes 1as1 'ss hlns
This is the song 70 sing
The world gives applause to the man who succeeds
And awards him honor and place.
So let Us III % the and shout with strong lungs
To the rider that wins the race
The world lasass the fool. the suivsiiug fool,
WIS scars falls in his light;
And talk please We ali hurrah
To the uppgmOst dog in the hght.
What right has a dog, the great world says,
To allow himself under At all;
&c disgraces his and deserves to lie kicked
Topermit himself meanly to fall
Itught appease the great world the mighty great world
And keep everything well balanced and right.
Were there No upper dog and under dog,
Could both equal be in the fight.
But for me, VIII shout with strength Of my lungs
Nor for caviliing fools will stop,
For the dog Of success, that glorious dog,
Who looks sharp to keep apon top
Taking out the Poison.
Abee, while lay sleeping young Dolly,
Mistook her red lips fer the rose;
There honey to seek we're no folly,
No hOEersO sweet ever blows.
1t tiekled, and walked her; when eIApping
Her hand on the impudeHt bee,
1t stung her; and Dolly, caught mapping,
Game pouting and crying to me-
said she, STAKE the sting out, I pray your
What way WIS puzzled to try,
And tihing wager I'd lay you,
You'd have been as much puzzled as I.
I'd heard about sucking out poison
A sting is poisonous DART
So kissed her-the act was no wise one:
The sting found its way to my heart
ShaksPearc's Opinion of Austria.
Two centuries and half ago, Shakespeare put the
following language into the mouth of Lady Con-
stance, in the play of King John:
o Austria thou dost shame
That bloedy spell Thou slave thou wretch, thou coward
Thou little valiant, great in villiany
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side
Thou fortunes champion, that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
And sOoth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
Upon my partyi Thou cold-hlooded slave.
Hast thou not spoke like thunder my sideq
Been my soldier? bidding me depend
And dost thou now fall to my foes?
Thou lions hide Doh it for shame
And hang calls skin on those recreant limbs
The following charming little poem which appear
ed in the May number of HarPers Magazine, is from
the pen Of I. B. Aldrieh-a true poet 1t is entitled
"In the Old Church Tower
In old church tower
Hangs the bell
And il the yane,
In the sunshine and the rain,
Cut in gold, St Peter stands,
With the keys in his two hands,
And all is we'll
In the old church tower
Hangs the bell
You can hear its great heart heat
All so load, and Wild and sweet
As the psrson says a prayer,
Over happy lovers there,
While all is we'll
In the oldchurch tower
Hangs the bell;
Deep and solemn. Hark again,
All! what passion and what pain
With her hands upon her breast
Some poor soul has gone
Where all is we'll.
In the old church
Hangs the bell
A quaint friend that seems 10 know
All Joy and all
1t is glad WieI we'd
II is sad when are dead,
And all is well.