The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1859-11-03
WASHINGTON, D. C..
For ihe National Era
SPAN fRIARS
PRACTICING HAIL COLUMBIA.

Nor memories OF the Alameda,
To the swift rivers sullen FLASHING,
trGdged, a dusty promenader
! sc you smile; so, protest,
III brri the truth without evasion
come Mgdrid friends had just imprest
My pistOlss, with pastebosrd persussion-
don't mean those once had, Iifed,
Admired BY Ssncho, muleteer-
May psngs Of conscience meier be suited
Ia that perfdiOus Mureian here.
Bot coins, that people lose at monte,
Whether they will, sometimes, or no;
Leaving ACCOUNT, VIII rein the contra,
Is such they promptly will bestow,
EHe bis.siIig, on the boggaf nearest;
And EIiedssSith generous ecstasy,
OF all our transports sill the dearest,
Lose naughI, though almoners they be.
And thus il was, and not for pleasure,
Thanked 10y the peaks of Guadalupe,
] came that days pedestrian measure,
Win forces muscular TO troop.
Mine was the Gallo conscripi's story,
The kernel hid beneath the draping;
HIS march, you know, is first for glory,
And then--bec ause there's no escaping.
Collapsed for lack o lhe Guoudian
Garicky stew long had fed on,
/ hailed the shadow, meridian,
Some gashed cork trees the highway shed on;
Watching the hot air outside dancing,
soon forgot all earthly cumber;
A cabaliero was prancing,
All glorious, in The land of slunber.
The sun his seaward rays had slanied,
When sounds unwont my senses stirred;
No such are OF groves enchanted,
By poets in their siucs heard;
Noi sGch p thia's organ clamored,
Nor yet the spAeral hsrnonies,
Nor Ophean strains that Hell enamored
Nor pastoral plants s. hing breeze:
Nor symphony, that gently ended,
Each morn, The sleep of young Montague,
Eor ecstasy, with paihos blended,
What tiiae in city streets complain,
or hot June nidnighis, youths forlorner
Than ghosts that line the Siygian shore,
Uuheeded, save that at The corner,
rapi policeman calls for more.
Rugged they came from fiiars, seated
Around flask of moscatei;
IA each The fruiiy beverage melted
To throat, that wave-hke rose and fell,
Till The symphosiac suspirsdon,
That guip-born sigh, The bacchic bliss,
Ouigushing in lie exaliarion-
Each looked, An! what a world il is.
Three frisrs, so differently moulded
By Nature, freakish or severe,
The germs of uglness unfolded,
Ia ruby radiance blossomed here
GsI-ily sad gaunI was Brother Jose,
Gaun,er and grisilier Isidore,
With coUnienanee demure and dozy,
Aud suavering voice cracked DER and DER.
Jose's superfuous mOnksh matter,
spun out in reaches OF dimension,
ApPnrtioned 10 his comrades stature,
Had, with little gentle tension,
P-oaE=vA 49, -sersse- Longitude
That boys aspire 10, ere they cherish
Those prompiings of the anorous mood,
TIE Rose and rapIures, or-io perish.
But Vincent, heariy, chaiiering, laughing,
With freshness III oned III his eye,
TO which his portly psunch, when quaffing,
Shook, sympathetic, reply.
Greasy content and brisk digestion
EnIrenched within his girdie's measure,
Which, ell uashrunk by qualm or question,
Buged bravely The evening azure
Nor yet complete the freseoed picture;
Ashmslic u,ierance, Isidore,
Oftune SATIRE and a structure,
Drew, dismal, from u warped guitar
and joe sung unique air,
To ali this instrumental jangle,
Twas like MERGERS rapid tear,
Merged in the crsaking of mangle.
Here makes a spring the cat like carper
Upon my musical negarons;
tby odds, POmPoso slil is sharper
Than all his critical relalion.D
And, " Why the deuce, SIR, did you larry
Ger Nots and NorS p" demands he, grimlY;
Which l. poor !, but meekly parry
With, Sir, hadn't hit the sim'le"
To say The strain that Jose waIbed,
by Jose rendered, was lugubrious,
We're merciful description, garbled
In sheer good nature, more than dubious.
In English born, YET no old ballad
By minstrel harped raid of Northun.brs;
Story OF paimers prowess hsllowed;
II was-ye syrens 4" Hail Columbia"
IT, isio slow Casllian kneaded,
Jagged on the sisf Of ] ose's chant,
Ia rauve lazing, that exceeded ..t
SCATTERING of sunniesi mendicant.
This Hail Columbia, now, who was she
"A heather goddess" Jose thought her.
MOI so, not 50, urged Vincent biskly,
She a holy female martyr"
happy land! dwell fuller, Jose
Don't sink your voice, but let II hover
A ls-a-end, dos Graeias! rosy;
II Is happy land all Overt"
I've heard, p continued Vincent, musing-
Capturing cornered flea the while
freedom that sacred soils abusing,
With blessings in the Roman style"
Vincent, they're heretics; Dolores
Told me Us said IN the " Gazetan-
Silence! that quean's idle stories,
A hippsni, ignorant, gadding prster.
With ChIistianizing zeal respiehdent,
The ancieat plan they have deserted,
The gospel prize too much 10 send il
10 dnsky Congoes, unconvered,
To fail by heterodox impugning,
But clap them first in durance claustra,
means of grace termed barracooning,
Then bring the Pagans 10 the Gospel
Scriptures! What lexis benign they marshal
To saaciify The war they wage?
hardly know, but bleve they're partial
To what they call 1.-The middle passage"
Hahl Have they colleges and missions,
With Fathers, Vincent, full of JUNCTION,
To turn the infdels TO Christians,
Pursuant of their blessed function,
For woody headed heather? GTriIa!
hold Thy weakness in adherence;
Co.l--ft1To! recollsct their color!
No. by the gridiron of Saint Lawrence!
Yet, Hail Columbian zeal enhancing,
holy zeal that fears no trial;
Hateful of wickedHess ike dancing,
Stands, first of virtues, self-denisl;
Although the PRgans, unprotected, ia
Plague sore the saints who consecrate them,
These, S Ill untired, by heaven directed,
Patient 10 proselynz-, await them
And then 10 goodness subduing,
Their natures recusan, and rude,
Quenched the old Adam past renewing -
The vacuum fill with spiritual food.
AT last, when sanity saturaiion
Has done lis work, nor left blot on,
The converts prove, by apt relation,
t emblem of purity, the cotton"
BY Saint Ignacio, that seems pious."
Was Jose's fervent exclamation;
May Satan never more defy us,n
Chlmed lsidore, in atestation.
Ihen DER the iuneless chords he wander'd-