The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1862-12-20

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r. a. Beneath the sea, will just compare -aD'
beg With victory's impulse TO our Flag
l., aea That striped bass of upper air. 81 40
1.-THE North must conquer, you see M. G.
Upon hearing me speak thus, Mr.. Gorchakof
hair, and says he: s'A1" 20 SIS. - - 800
"Oh, how love your country / Russia will
never Join any scheme Of foreign Intervention
against your beautiful fish,. ~, 4, y-avss.
He said this In such a tone Of real fondness,
that tesrs sprang to my eyes, and says I:
s5 '.Heaven bless you, my Auscovy duck!" -sE'
With q look of the deepest tenderness, Mr..
Gorchakof now extended himself at full length
upon the top Of q bureau near my chair, and al
lowed his head to hang over in such manner
that he was enabled to press his cheek against
mine --s ---
"Wilt thou do me one favor, noble youth ~
says he, with much emotion. 1.f6 rss L,,:s.l
placed hand upon my heart.
''Then," says he, 'just ask Mr.. Seward not to
write 90 many letters to me every week; because
when my mail is SO large, I don't have any time
70 attend to my family" ~ .. -As CO.
promised to do 80, and then went out to get
some oysters. The candles had made me quite
'1ightheaded." ~
From this, my boy, you will perceive that Rus.
sis "msy be counted upon in any emergency"
as the man said of the bear-skin upon which he
was reckoning his small change.
On Thursday, bright and early, mounted my
gothic steed Pegasus, and started for Duck Lake.
On the way, met the Asckerel Chaplain, who
was riding in the same direction, on another mar
vel of natural history; and I soon discovered, my
boy, that the parson was blue about something.
my dear Beecher," says I, afably, 'you look
as lonely as Wall street at twilight" el~@A~
II am . lonely man." says be, sadly, land
here is something you may read, while medi-
tate" ,-,.-.,r
He handed me slip Of written paper, my boy;
and as We rode softly along, learned from this
paper What it is to be truly l7l1caYa
pc -r-t,4 ALONE. g-.le 81 ia, --t
Three stalwart Sons old Swyen, the Saxon bad,
Brave, hardy lads for battle, or the chase;
And though, like peasant, barbsrously clad,
Each wore the Nameless Noble in his face;
One DER another rose their heads in tiers,
Steps for their fathers honorable years.
One night in Autumn sat they round the fire,
In the rude cabin bountiful Home; 500
Mild by the reverence due from child to sire,
Bold in the manhood unto msst'ry come; ti
Working their tasks DER huntsman's forest gear,
Loos'ning the bow and sharpening the spear.
Lost in his thoughts, old Sweyn, the Saxen
stood, - L''-3
Leaning in silence 'gainst the chimney stone;
Staring unconscious at the blazing wood, .o.
STEPPED in the mood of mind he oft had
known;
As an old tree whose stoutest branches shake,
Scarce from their vigor sign OF lite Will take;
Athol, the bearded, with his bow had done, {
Alfred, the nimble, laid his spear aside, .-e
! Edric, the fairest, tired of his fun,
Left the old hound to slumber on his hide;
Yet was their sire like one whose features
Shaded by sleep, and all their light dream.
| Bold in the favor of the eldest born,ysa a
Athol for both his younger brothers spoke:
| Father, the tox is proving in the corn,
And hear the night-owl hooting from the
- oak, a" sst3 "&s 20
LIE, US to COUCH" But Sweyn had raised his
head, as sas..ts an .4..1aH5
And thus, unwilling what had passed, he said:
ssee from my breast 1 draw this chain Of
gold"- rs
Fair in the freight royalty it shone-
This for his honor that shall best unfold
Who, of all creatures, is most alone;
| Take him from palace, monast'ry, or cot,
Loving, uuloved, forgotten. or forgot"
Then A.hol spoke, with thoughtful tone and
look:
.He is the loneliest most Alone OF all,
1 Who, in a skiff, to the mid-seas forsook.
! Finds not an echo even to his call: -@ .s--z
| If Echo lived, not all Alone, were he' ~
But there's no echo on the solemn Seal"
And Alfred uext:-"But lonelier, brother, far
The wretch that flies just avenging rod;
TO him all scenes are wastes, . foe the star, 9
All earth he's lost, yet knows no heaven, M
| God:
Most Lonely he who, making man his foe,
Unto mans Maker dareth not to 60! aah
Thus spoke the lads with Wit beyond thei'
And vat the old man held his beard and
sighed,
As one Who gains the form his wishes wears,
Rut misses still something most denied;
Unon his youngest eager looks he turned,
And Edrick's cheek with grace ingenious
burned
81 think, my father"-snd bis tones were io"'
"That lonelier yet, and most alone, is he
Scarce taught, though crowds are leading
where to 60,
And one face missing, can ma other see;
Though all the Normsn's court around him
moves,
He ia Alone apart from Her he loves"
A hush fell on them. Then, with loving ar
And ali the touching romance OF the Oio,
The ho,rv father kissed young Edric's hair,
Ana oar bis shoulders threw the chain ofgold;
rhsn seIl mon his darlings neck and cried
"Ihsys been Lonely since sby Mother disdl"
AL finished reading this. ] turned 70 sddfess
The Chaplain concerning II. but 10 had dlsap-
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