The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1862-10-04
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NJ, sooners did their spirited liyery-horse OBJ
serve this dangerous sign, my boy, than he
dashed toward 1t IN manner worthyof my
own gothic steed, the architectural Pegasus;
and as there happened to be few stones in the
way, the two chaps and the, pink bonnet were
presently shot into the surrounding atmosphere
without regard'to' the character Of the day.
While the excited quadruph went on with the
two fore-wheels of the vehicle for the purpose
OF reading the sign nearer by, the chap in the
gorgeous vest pattern announced his safe arri-
val in sand-bank by the appropriate and
CHEEKY cry of''Fre fire fire n' aud the other
chap and the pink bonnet warbled hasty thanks.
glVlngs IN the bosom of 9 romantic ditch. How
they finally caught the spirited livery horse,
and induced him to come back to the city again
by making copy Of the sign on . bit of paper
ana placing 1t in his mouth, and how they ulti.
mately reached home, you must imagine. But
in about week after, the unnatural livery.
stable keeper brought suit against the smitten
young chap for the two hind wheels of his vac.
on; and when the young chap Of gorgeous YES i.
pattern was put upon the stand to prove the,
the catastrophe was not the drivers fault, he
winked agreeably3 at the people and says he:
"My friend and associate exerted hisself yisi.
bly, to subdue the fiery old oat mill As it va.
his brains was nearly dashed out, his neck>tis
was sprained and he found his scatch ,cousd up =
Here the livery lawyer thought he had the
friendly chap in tight place and says he:
"Yousay that by being thrown from the wag.
on so violently, the defendent's watch was
wound up. Perhaps you will inform the court
how such strange phenomenon could occur %
The young chap merely paused long enough
to make another desperate attempt to reconcile
the bottom.edge of his waiscoat to the top-edge
of his ipexpressibles, and says he, with fine
smile:
"Why, it was easy enough for his wrath to be
wound up by 1T, me covey; because he turned
three times in the air before heHt"
Accommodating conservative chaps, my boy,
though momentarily thrown out Of their reck-
oning. by reason of sudden proceedings caused
by the latest signs of the times, have happy
aptitude for turning.about as often as may
seem necessary, before alighting on fixed
principle.
The Mackerel chaplain who came up from
Harper's Ferry on Monday afternoon, was de.
lighted with H. O. Abes's promissory note aud
considers that Old John Brown is at last
AVENGED!
-Gedis scales of Justice hang between
Aud the sparrow's fall in the one is weighed
By the Lords own Hand in the other laid. )"
In the prairie path to cur Sunset gate,
In the fow'ring heart of newborn State,
Are the hopes of an old mans waning years,
Meath headstones worn with an old mans tears.
When the bright sun sinks in the rose.lipped
West, .sl.
His last red ray is the headstone's crest; ID
And the mounds he laves in q cSimsoaEaood
Are Soldiers wealth baptized in blood! 81.
Do 70 ask who reared those headstones there,
And crowned withthorns sire's gray hair? III
And by whom the Lands great debt was paid
To the Soldier old, in the graves they made?
Shrink, Pity! shrink. at the question dire;
And, Honor, burn in blush Of fire
Turn, Angel, turn from the page:thine eyes,
Or the Sin, once written, never dies h
They were men Of the Land he had fought to save
From foreign foe that had crossed the wave,
Whenhis sunlit youth was martial song, .
And shook Q throne % it swelled along. f
They were sons of the cline whose soft, warm
breath
Is the soul of earth, and life in death;
Where the Summer dreams on the couch Of
Spring,
And the songs of birds through the whole year
ring;
Where the falling leaf is the cup that grew
To catch the gems of the new leafs dew,
And the winds that thro' the vine leaves creep
Are the signs of Time in pleasant sleep.
But there lurked faint in the cline SO blest,
Like a serpent coied in ring doves nest,
And the human sounds to the ear it gave
Were the clank of chains on alow.browed Slave!
The Soldier old at his sentry.poss,
Where the suns last trail of light is lost,
Beheld the shame of the Land he loved.
And the old, old love in his bosom moved.
He cried to the Land, Beware Beware
OF the symboled Curse in the Bondman there
And prophets soul in FIRE came down
To live in the voice of old John Brown.
ae cried; and the migrate anewer came
IN words of steel from tongue Of fame;
They dyed bis hearth in the blood of kin,
And his dear ones fell for the nations Sin
D. matchless deed that q fend might scorp.
0. deed of shame for world to mourn;
A prophets pay in his blood most dear,
And land to mock at . Fathers tear!