Daily Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1860-1862, 1861-04-06
For the Daily Patriot.
ately Dedicated to tie Hon- John Happy

"a .ionately Dedicated to Tie Hon John Happy
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- ~............- dreams i''-SAakpeare.
dreamed last night very wondrous dream
1 dreampt in fact dwelt in marble halls,
That 1, now grown perfect six horse team,
Was up for Congress in the place of Quarles
A Grand Mass Meeting had been held in town,
And hurled me headlong into politics;
From early morn until the sun went down,
A thousand voices cried, SH,zrah for BrioEf'''
Upon the hustings was called whale;
Ispouted logic like patent pump,
Until Secession's champion, turning pale,
Refused point blank to meet me the stump
The otiest minds, young Rhetorics deathless sres,
Whose burning words achieved immortal glory,
All, all had paIed their Intellectual fires
Before the splendor Of my oratoryI
And AIbion's Queen, WHO heard bright things Of me-
Though unto whom there was not told the half,
A special envoy sent across the
To beg the favor Of my autograph
An hundred schools Of literature and law
Hurled on me their degrees from far and near,
And all mankind beheid in me with awe
An Admirable Crichton, great without peer.
The ladies. bless them crowned my brow with flow
ers,
And owned in mine ''the magic of a name y
Their kisses rained upon my cheek in showers
And this thought the sweetest part of fame.
In short, rose like some majestic star,
Ny country's pride, the wonder of the age;
Ny name expanded through all lands afsr,
And History traced it on her brightest page
The gods were bankrupt, and no longer could
The spIendor of my young renown enhance;
Ismiled in seorn when Lincoln begged would
Accept the mission to the Court of France.
For what to me were diplomatic gamess
Had not won at every other sort9
Your Talleyrands and Metternchs were names
Whose low achievements were not worth a thought.
And yet turned from all these glorious things,
(The entire District having canvassed hrst),
With the cool waters of domestic springs
To battle my brow and slake my spirits thirst
He who hath climbed the greasy pole of Fame,
And thence looked down upon the tranquil plain,
Would gladly yield the admiring worlds acclaim
To be but safe upon the ground again.
And hence it was that Inow felt inclined
To turn and shun the worlds ignoble strife,
And leaving all its thronging cares behind,
Enjoy the pleasures of rural life.
My chateau stood within fiowery vale,
Where Frolic danced the Highland fling with Fun,
Beside lake of Drucker's Premium Ale,
And champagne fountains sparkling in the sun.
Upon the lake were boats of gingerbread,
Deep freighted all with sherbet and cigars,
And fairy hands had paved its banks and bed
With slugs of gold about the size Of stars.
The winding paths were all Macadarnized
With alabaster from the neghboring hills;
The trees were pearl, and was not surprised
To find their leaves all fifty dollar bills.
Within the groves which bloomed on every hand,
Gay troupes of PATHS sang the Laughing Song,
While DER the lake was heard Horns Silver Band
Discoursing 'tDixie" very loud and long
The sky which spanned this bright Arcadian scene
Was more than that Italia's name recalls,
And rainbows threw their many-colored sheen
Athwart the mist of countless waterfalls.
And then ere long there came to dwell with me
maiden Iovelier than the Houries are;
Her eyes were bright as stars above the sea,
And soft moonlight was her golden hair.
She was, and yet not, the sefsame girl
On whom, long years agOne, had an eye,
And who eOped, and left me but a curl,
On which to gaze in idle hours and sigh.
In that fair palace by the tranquil lake,
Or that LIES barque drifting fog,
Why, then you're labOring under mistake =
\ happier man perhaps you never saw;
Ny every care unto the winds was cast;
Life all love, and love my only law
But hang the lucki my Eden did MT Iasti
1t must have been, say halfpast five O'Clock,
When on my slumbsr broke the milkman's bell,
And as if smitten by an earthquakes shock,
Ny gorgeous palace into ruin fell
A fairer structure than that dream chateau,
Was never known to painting to song;
A lovelier lake, a sweeter fountains flow,
We're never dried up by breakfast gonsi
OH ever thus, from chdhood's earliest hour,
Pve seen my dreams by fate knocked into pill
I never loved girl with all my power,
But there turned up luckier dog than II
1 never nursed a dear gazelle-because
Twas not my forte such animals to groom;
But if had, then Death had found a clause
In his dark code to justify its doom.
Full soon wooed the drowsy god once more
and bade him call my dream to life again
Alasi its glory and its pride were DER,
And sleep invoked its shattered wreck in vain!
found at last another dream, tbs true;
But not the splendid thing had at first;
My palace seemed, when now it rose to view,
As if ten thousand shells had DER it bursti
The lake Drucker's Premium Ale no more;
Its golden bed had turned to yellow sand;
The champagne fountains all had ceased tofow;
The sweet-bread boats were wrecked upon the
strandI
And she, the brghteyed maiden who had come
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And at whose voice the very spheres were dumb,
Had proved inconstant, and had quit the ranchel
And Patti too had hushed her Laughing Song;
The groves themselves had ell been troddsn down;
Horns Silver Band, convinced Of something wrong,
Had choked of ''Dixie'' and returned TO town.
But when sought beside the thirsty rills 60 d
The trees of pearl, my soul most deeply sank,
For though their leaves were fifty dollar bills,
Yet every red was the Exchange Bank
The flowers had withered from mine aching brow;
Ny logic-pump had sprung q dangerous leak;
Fame's sweetest, brightest star hsd set, for
No kisses rained upon my palld cheek
Loves siren voice was dumb-and life at best
Was but scene Of rugged ups and downs,
For those who that life with smiles had blessed
Now doubIy cursed it by their constant frownsi
No faithful voices shouted 81 o. my Bricks 4"
The same sad fate had silenced that ovation,
For had lost the deal in politics,
And QuarIes himself had got the nomination.
Thus Bricks beheld his wondrous vision fail
Nor leave q wreck to designate the scene;
In slumber's sea he swan perfect whale
He came ashore = very small szrdinsi
NdskriIIe, March S, 1861
81 Ninety-three Williamsonians publish
in the Western Weekas Rsviev a call upon
JOHN MARSHALL to become q candidate for
the Legislature. This is the second numer.
ously-signed call upon him that has appeared