The daily Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1862-1863, 1862-10-31

CITY SCENES.
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE g CITY IA HERS y
OF EVANSVILLE.


OF EVANSVILLE.
Oh give me a home in the city,
Where wealth and where comforts abound,
Refinement there gathers her treasures,
And rarest of pleasures are found.
A city is civilization,
Maturing in vigor and health;
IT'S there the elite Of the nation
Bring elegance, splendor, and wealth.
And yet there's difference in cities,
AS well as in valley and hill;
But g for a that and a that city
Must needs be city still.
Some cities are pleasant and shady,
With streets well payen and wide,
And kept in cleanly condition
By means which 4" the fathers" provide.
But in others they make an improvcmr
9 And act on a cheaper plan,
BY turning the swine in the streets, to perform
This labor, instead of man.
And this gives the fullest permission
The highways and byways to fill,
With garbage and rubbish unseemly,
And cutters run over with swill.
And now let us walk out for pleasure,
And take a survey of the thropg,
Here velvets and silks may with safety
Sweep graceful, and ample, and long.
See here, what an elegant mansion
Arises SO stately and grand,
With comfort, and spcndor, and music,
And everything wealth can command.
But startled by horrible noises, --- $780,.
You turn from the mansion so fine,
And right by the gate, in mudhole,
Are wallowing three or four swinel
You think tits a sorry misfortune,
Your rising emotion you quenrh,
Andswalk on, impatiently looking
For elegance-minus the stencil.
And now you have come TO &C ossing,
And with steps uneven and long,
With your skirts all carefully gathered,
You are stepping from stone to stone.
But right in the midst of the passage,
You suddenly come to stand;
Your right of way" is disputed
Byahog, with his nose in the 'and.
The piggy has found a morsel
That pleases his delicate within,
And your haste and confusion are nothing
Compared with dinner for him.
Then you hiss, as loud as a lady
May dare, in populous town,
And you stamp, with your dainty gaiter,
And your brow is black with frown.
But piggys no country arccny,
To be scared by trfes like these,
An old settler he is he will let YOU know,
And he doesn't move on, till he please.
But when he has finished his dinner,
CTS just like his master, they say),
He feels in acapital humor,
And kindly steps out of your way.
But what means this sudden confusion?
Has Morgan invaded the town?
For shrioking, and trampling, and rushing,
The noises of business drown.
But no, tits different invasion:
hog, through a wide, open gate,
Has wandered, in search of adventure,
And, may be, to plumber and eat.
The house dog resents the intrusion,
And sezes his visitors cue;
A battle, rout, and victory,
Pass hastily under your view,
But see the unsghtly splashes
That spatter your silken skirt
All me! what plight for a lady,
Bedabbled with mire and dirt.
You seek the back streets of the city,
And glide as if you had been beat;
Like the Bull Run Members of Congress,
You stealthily seek your retreat.
ralk not of your homos in the country,
With forest, and brook ct, and lawn
With the birds, and the flowers, and all beautie
By nature so lavishly strewn.
IT'S naught to home in the city,
Where pleasure and fashion combine,
Where taste and refinement so kindly,
Divide the possession with swine.