The Placer herald. [volume] (Auburn, Placer County, Calif.) 1855-1991, 1863-01-24
Correspondence with the Dead---AnsxNer
to POc,s Raven.



BY w. H. C. HosMER.
INSCRIBED to Uiidm f. Flint Barnes Battery.
Thou hast asked. my soul invoking is the dismal
raven croaking
In the home that nhablt lar from earth he
couded shore;
And lanswer give full gladly garnlshed is the blrd
that sadly
Threw the shadow of its pumagc where clasp
ed in love Lenore,
Flung the light of its dull presence when the
angels called Lenore,
Muttcrng grimly, "Ncvermore''
In the winter of my sorrow, when no comfort |
could borrow
From the mourntu past or present. aching to-
my bosom'S core
Came the bird of nj ght i'll boding my faint spirit
overlooking
With weight no prayer could Tighten from
DeSpair's black Stygitn shore
From Despar's funeral desert on the lonely Sly
gian shore
Cracking tend-like "Nevermore"
III.
Then thought my doom was written, like some
outcast hunger-btten.
Or lost wretch with plague spots smltlen, ana
death-mark on his door;
And for life no longer caring hXed my glance
with stony staring
On the teathered demon Ringing starless mld-
night on my floor,
On the hord creature throwing its dark shadow
my floor
Answ ering me with "Nevermore'!
Quah l. is it not the shaping off maddened brain
escaping
From the bonds of truth and druping with
gloom unknown before
All things in the shape of vision while a voice of
fell deriSion
l. responding to my question -"Gve me It'd
ings Of Lcnore''?
Give me one brief word of greeting from my
loved and lost Lenore,''
With that dread word "Neycrmore'.
All. that chaptcr of my history wrapped SO long
in gloomy mystery
Shall no more perpeX my readers when they
look the pages cr;
For the Raven clothed with terror Is another
name for error
That nest is ever building when we turn from
Heavenly lore
When we sell our souls to demons for foul super
stous lore.
Numbering hope lorevclmore.
VI.
Labor we'll in thy rotation. and no foolish. false
creation
viii mSlcad my troubled spirit to that sunless
dungeon door.
With the name of death engraven, and no fool
ish lying raven
With alright the shuClr ing night air croakino
grimly "Nevermore
With the word that has no meaning on Hcreaitcr'S
radiant shore
For ransomed 'Neyermore''
Heed my earnest intcrcession and henceforward
know progression
Is the law that iully opens to aspiring souls
the door.
Through whose bri Chilly glittering portals clad in
raiment OF mmoltaIs
They must fly to reach the city where an angel
host adore
Where the lost and lovely gather their Rcdeemer
to adore,
Singing evil is no more.
Az ORGIxAL DUEL.-OId Colonel S.
of Wisconsin, was an odd genius, a queer
compound Of comic seriousness. R-ple;e
with Jokes, both original and selected he
VAS not slow in Matching them mp aAl deal
inc them out ia small doses on different o.
casions.
One evening at a party, young gentIe
man. upon whom the Colonel had toli some
cutting Jokes, feeling himself insulted, chaI
lenged the Colonel to mortal combat
The challenge was accepted.
Having the choice of weapons and the
appointment Of the place Of meeting, the
Colonn told the young man to repair, the
following morning, at 6 o'clock, TO a certain
spot. aud added that he would that the
weapons were there.
The following morning, at the appointed
time, the young man repaired to the ndl-
Gated spot (said spot being among the lead
mines, was naturally furrowed with mineral
holes
NV ell, voungster," said the Colonel. sick
inc his hands in his pockets, and eir"tiug
superhunus quantity Of tobacco juice from
his caparious mouth, ARE You really"
Receiving an affirmative answer, he com
tnued:
Here's where we are to fight indicating
mineral shaft near hv which was at least
sixty feet deep; "and here are our weapons
pointing to pile Of rocks You're to O.
down that ar hole and throw rocks up, and
I'm to STAY up here and throw rocks down"
1t is needless to add that the challenge
was withdrawn.
GETTING Our OF THE DRAFr.-A prom
nent candidate before one of the commits
sioners, was an i'm ginatiye Teuton, by tie
name of J,rob Schneider.
"What is The matter with you. 1awcob!"