Red Wing sentinel. [volume] (Red Wing, M.T. [i.e. Minn.]) 1855-1861, 1861-03-13
LADY BYRON'S REPLY.

Thou thyself has fixed my DOOM
Babe Hopes sweetest blossoms wither,
Never moro for me to bloom.
"Unforgivihg' thou hast called me
Didst thou ever say "forgive?'
For the wretch whose wiles cnthrallt
thee,
Thou did'st seem alone to live.
Short the span which time has given,
10 complete thy loves decay;
by unhaIlowed passion driven,
Soon thy heart was taught to stray.
Lived for me that feeling tender
Which so we'll thy verse can show?
From my arms why did'st thou wander
My endearments why foreso?
Wrapped in dreams Of Joy abiding,
On thy breast my head hast lain;
In thy love and truth confiding,
Bliss cannot know again.
When thy heart by me "s'anc'd over"
First displayed the guilty stain,
Would these eyes had closed forever,
Meier to weep thy crimes again.
But by Heavens recording spirit
May that wish forgotten be;
Life, though now a load, I'll bear it,
For the babe I've borne to thee.
In whose lovely features Qet me
All my weakness here confess,
While the struggling tears permit meg
All her fathers can trace
His whose image never leaves me,
Whose remembrance yet I brize
Who this bittercst feeling gives mo
Still to love where despise.
With regret and sorrow rather,
When our child's FIRST accents flow,
shall teach her to say "Father,"
But his guilt she ne'er shall know;
Whilst tomorrow and tomorrow
Wake me to widowed bed,
In another's arms no sorrow
Wilt thou feel?-no tear wilt shed?
For the worlds applause l sought not
When l tore myselffrom thee;
or it's praise or blame l thought not
What's its praise or blame to me?
He in whom my soul delighted
From his heart my image drove,
With contempt my truth requited,
And preferred wanton's love.
Thou art proud, and mark me, Byron,
I've soul proud as thine own
Soft 20 love, but hard as iron
When despite on me is thrown.
But, farewell! I'll not upbraid thee,
Never, never wish the i'll;
Wretched tho thy crimes have made n
If thou canst-behappy still.
MACHINES EIGIiTEE
HUNDRED YEARS AGO.
Truly, there is nothing new unde
the sun. Onr British ancestors we,
before us in many inventions whic
are supposed to be the result of moe
ern ingenuity. that they had rcapin
machines there can be no doubt tn tt
minds Of those who read the followir
much-overlooked passage Of Pin
who wrote between the years Of 60 an
70 of the Christian era:
"Of reaping itself, there are vario,
methods. In the broad plains Of Il
Gauls, enormous machines, with teet
set..in a row, placed on two wheel
are driven through the standing corr
a horse being attached to it in a co
trary way to the usual mode of attach
horses. Thus the corn being cut O
tails into the furrow.''- .''-P2iny's Nc
etral History, Book XVIII, chap. 8
Some question may arise whether v
should translate t'vall,tn1" different
from the sense given at the beginnin
vallus being van or machine 5,
Ainsworth Dlctionary,] and "vazl>1n
being a trench or furrow. 1t we ado
the latter translation, then it follow
that our ancestors had already attaine
that excellence in their machine
which was with such difficulty effectt
in those of modern construction.
on the other hand, we translate it
the machine itself, then they had a
complished that which our model
inventors have rot yet succeeded i
for they must have made the machil
not only to reap, but to carry away Il
grain.
GOOD JOKE ON SoMEBoDY.-Tl
La Crosse Democrat says that on Il
night Of the 22d, the anniversary
Washington's birth day, a large par
were dancing in Barron's Fla
while from the flag staff over L
building tloated the stars and stripes.
During the evening the national bu
ing was hauled down and the Palmet
flag, rattle "snaik'' and all run up in
place. All night long did it float the