Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1862-05-06

BY Z. ROSS WHITE
The golden banners of the corn
Will glad the earth again,
Attended by the morning dew
And the celestial rain
And matron ewes will brighter grow
To see the bending corn
Stoop, like band OF worshippers,
To greet the rising morn
The maiden's cheek will wear a hue
More healthy in the sun,
While counting beads of luscious corn
The dark-eyed Harvest nun!
The OLD MAN, with his snowy locks
White as the winters zone,
Bends on his knee and thanks our God
In reverential tone.
Children will leap and laugh and lie
Upon the greener grass,
And shade their SUMMER eyes OF love
While argosies do pass
The argosies of mellow corn,
On rivers and on seas;
These are our glorious COAT OF ARMS
We conquer WORLDS with these.
Nature herself doth take a smile
When unto her are born
(TO feed her starving million men)
% many GIdlIS Ol cOTu
The ill-"FED" serfs of Cotton King
Fall down In conscious shame,
And glorious peans loudly sing
Unto the ReScuer'S name.
All tongues, all nations, will be glad
When CORN has come to reign,
To spread his banners DER the earth
In PEACE and LOVE again.
And |, forsooth, this simple hymn
Give to my real KING;
May fortune shield both him and me
Beneath the Union wing
A Capital story OF Human Nature.
The long walk down Madison street, where
Mrs. Jefferson lived, could be very much
shortened by passing through dirty alley
designated Howard street" Mrs. Jefferson
seldom availed herself of the advantage this
croSs-way offered, but, one day being in great
haste, she said to herself: IL think will ven-
ture to 90 through this dirty lane"
Accordingly she drew down her face to its
greatest possible length, and, with frown
upon her brow, set her pretty gathered foot
on the walk. Passing along, bewailing the
necessity which subjected her to the annov.
ance OF such miserable spectacles and often.
sive odors, she approached a group of boy;
amusing themselves with pop-guns. Half a
dozen voices shouted, Pop goes the Weasel,
and the potatoes from the guns OF the accurate
marksmen came in contact with Mrs. Jeffer
sons nose. Darker grew the frown upon hel
brow, and darker still as she received the un
mistakable evidences that the next aim wa:
taken at her back. An expression OF DISCUS
mingled with Mrs. Jefferson's frown as shC
discovered a dirty little child smiling at hel
through a cobweb curtained window. The
baby's sister saw the look on her face. anC
treated her to a splash from a mud puddle by
the door.
You nasty thing" said Mrs. Jefferson, bu
was interrupted by another splash from pud
die by the door.
Some boys were making miniature locomo
tives of mud on the walk. They did not no
tice the lady's approach until her fretful voic,
inquired: "Can pas,?'
"1es, just quick as we get this injin done,
said one
Let her 90 by, Bill. Only don't tip tn,
cars over with your hoops said another.
The boys considered this very witty re
mark. and they sent forth long and boisterou
shouts, which were ANYTHING but musical.
Howard street was full of dirty, ragged
saucy children; and it needed only passin;
glance 10 see that they lived in places to-
filthy to be honored with the name of home
Mrs. jefferson was glad enough when sh,
reached the broad and decent thoroughfare
but she could not help seeing the mud splashe
on her dress; she feared the potato from tn,
pop-guns had left its mark on her face. an,
her gaiter boots had not been at all improve,
by corning in contact with the dirt. Th
faces of those horrid children" seemed 4
haunt her. too.
She went home the furtheSt way around
resolving whatever her haste might be. neye
again TO try and save time by passing throug
Howard street. just behind her trippe,
along her little neighbor. Mrs. Baldwin.
Rather uninviting." she said to herself, a
her face looked down the dingy alley, "bu
I'll try and see how many smiles / can ge
from the dirty little folks"
With grateful feelings in her heart that Go
had drawn her lines in pleasant places. sh
reached the pop-gun markSmen. who had jus
taken such successful aim at Mrs. jefferson.
Now for my smiles" thought Mrs. Bad
win. as she greeted the boys with such frank
genial look, that 1t won pleasant answerin
smiles from all but one. He was so busy get
ting his Pop-gun in running order, that he di
not see her face until the other bows exclaiu
ed:
"HOld on, Tom. Don't shoot that ladvl'
Tom looked up with an expression whic
said. Il will if have a mind to-" But tn
lady gave him such a merry smile that
drew back little, and Mrs. Baldwin hear
him say:
"Well, I'd rather not shoot her, reckon
The dirty baby was still peeping throug
the cobwebs. He caught glimpse of he