The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1861-10-11
Old Times and New.


Old Times and New.
Twas in my easy chair at home,
About a week ago,
! sat and pulled my light cigar
AS usual, you must know.
mused upon the pilgrim flock,
Whose lack IL was TO land
Upon the almost only rock
Among the Plymouth sand.
In my minds eve. saw them leave
Their weather beaten bark
Before them spread the wintry wilds,
Behind rolled ocean dark.
Alone that little handful stood,
While savage foes lurked nigh,
Their creed and watchword Trust in God
And keep your powder dry
lmagnaton's pencil then
That first stern Winter painted,
When more than half t.eir number died,
Aud stOutcst spirits tainted.
A tear unbidlen filled ono eye,
Ny smoke hd I tilled the other
Ono sees strange sights At such time.
Which quite the senses bother.
KNEW was alnnc-but 10.
Get him whp dar,s, derldc me-)
looked, and, drawing up chair,
pbWH Stl u ll'tl UcSluc HiV'
His dress was ancient, and his air
Was somewhat strange and iureSn-
lie ciyillv returned my stare,
And said I'm Richard Wlrren!'
you'll And my name among the list
OF hero. sage and martyr,
Who, in the ldgfo,rcr's cabin, signed
The first New Enslanl charter.
~ could some curious facts impart-
Perhaps some wise suggestion
But then, I'm bent ~ seeing sights,
Aud running o'cr with questions
"Ask OH" said !. "I'll do my best
To give you information,
Whether of private men you ask,
Or our renowned nation
Saws he. First tell me what is that
In yon compartment narrow,
Which seems tn dry my eyeballs up,
And scOrch my very marrow"
His finger pointed IL tho CRATE
Said !, "rhats Lehigh coal,
Dug from the car,h"-he shook his head
Its, upon my soul
then took up bit Of stick,
One end was black as night,
And rubbed II quick across the hearth,
When 10, sudden light
Ny guest drew back unrolled his eyes,
And strove his breath To catch
'What neGrumancy's that, he cried
Quoth l, "A friction MATCH"
Upon n pipe jlst overhead
turned n little screw,
When forth with instantaneous fash,
Three streams OF Lightning iiew.
Up rose my guest; ''Now heaven save me,
Aloud he shouted then
''ls that hell firet "'Tis gas" saidI
ave call II hydrogen"
Then forth into the field we strolled,
A train came laundering by,
Drawn by the snorting iron steed,
Switter than eagles fy.
Rumbled the wheels, the whistle shricked
Far streamed the smoky cloud,
Echoed the hills, the valleys shook,
The flying forests bowed.
Down on his knees, with hands appraised
In worship Warren fell
Great is the Lord our God" cried he
''He doeth all things well.'
"Pve seen his chariots Cf fire,
The horsemen, too, thereof;
o, may ne 'er provoke his ire,
Nor nj his threat 'nings scoh.
.Rise up, my friend, rise up" said ],
"Your terrors arc all vain
That WAS no chariot Of the sky,
Twas the New York mail train"
We stood within n chamber small
Men came the nows to know,
From Worcester, Springfield, New York,
Texas and Mexico. -
Il came-it went silent, but suro-
He stared, smiled burst out laughing;
"What witchcrait's THAR .'lts what We ca
Magnetic ielegraphing."
Once more We stopped into the street;
Said Warren, ''Wnat is that
Which moves along across the way
As softly as u catf'
al mean the thing upon two legs,
With feathers on It's head
A.monstrous hump below its waist,
Large rs n feather'bed!
at has the gin OF speech, I Ihsur,
But sure, II can't be humany'
'My amiable friend," said !,
"Thats what we call a woman
"Etornal powers! 1t cannot be-"
| Sighed he, with voice that ialtered
| loved the women Ia my day,
| But, oh they're strangely altered"
showed him then a new machine
| For turning eggs TO chickens,
l. A labor. saving hsnnsry
| That beats the very dickens.
| Thersat no strongly grasped my hand,
And said "'Tis plain 10 see
This world Is so transmogyiJisd.
! Twill never do tor me.
"Your telegraph, your raiirosd trains,
Your gas lights, friction matches,
Your hump. backed women, rocks for oo
| Your thing which chickens matches,