The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1863-12-09
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THE EAGLE ana THE OW1. lliIiI'lI.

afsNo one who heard Mr.. VOORHEES,
magnificent illustration OF the attempt of
the Abolitionists to carry the negro up to
the elevation III which it is decreed that
the white man can alene range, will fail
to appreciate the happy manner in which
it has been rendered in verse by fair
correspondents. OF The CRISIS. @ as
God made the Eagle and the Owl. He
gave to both plumage and wings. In the
same class'of large birds of the air ranged
He theint The same atmosphere and the
various seasons were common to both.
God created the Caucasian and the Afri-
can. With brain, muscle, and nerve
endowed He them. With blood and soul
and the erect posture, they are distinguish
able as members of a general family
There was for both the same earth to weld
its tiilage, the same sunshine and rains;
the same seas upon which to spread com
merce; the same elements for science to
extract benefits for man. As the Eagle
to the Owl, so the white man to the
black, stand in the same relative positions
as they were found in the twilight of his
tory. Let the eagle but attempt to take
the owl to its eyries aud its habits, and
both fall to earth htogether. Let the white
man assume to make the negro his eqaal,
and the vain effort to erase the lines drawn
by the finger oi' God, assures the certain
downfall of the invaders OF the majesty of
His work ofcreation; the Eagle is ruined
with the owl-and fitting symbol of this
is the vain effort the American people
are now making: 3 III
A ABLE. iE (
(Suggested by the perusal of speech
of Hon. ID. w. Voorhees, 1s
As the Eagle enc morn from his cyrie
! on high, sia I'd isI,aHT
Looked out at the sun. and the blue cloud
/. less sky, fssfs ,
The crags overhead, and the mountain
clear; .o.
An Owls dismal hoet struck upon his
quick ear. $50 sss ssese-
He turned his gaze downward into the
q, dark wood, oil 3i.rssat fnf
Where throughout the9long day the poor
'.blear-eyed'' bird stood.
What pity it is, thought the eagle to see,
4 bird SO enslaved as this owl seelps to be
No doubt he could mount with me up to
the sky,
And gaze ut the sun, too, if he would
but try.
III go aud pursuade him to leave the old
tree,
In the dark gloomy forest, and soar up
with me.
So the eagle swept gracefully down till
.d..f he stood
On the buugh Of an oak, in the edge of
IL.
Where the owl was still perched, and said,
s# how do you do sr sss zlg4 u75il
Brother owl? I'm the eagle, and king of
birds, too, 4fs<s.iss all
l dwell un the rock high above us you
know,
And seldom descend from my eyrie SO low,
Except to swoop down on some innocent
In nay talons to bear, to my young ones
away; 8 8
I'm the emblem of Liberty, too, to the
I brave,
And sadly it grieves me to see you slave.
Come soar up with me in the genial sun
s light, 49,
Your strength will increase with your
freedom of flight.
Are you not bird. and brother of mine
With wings, tail aud feathers, as soft and
as fine! enga)
| We surely are equals, for have you moi
heard.
lHThe Creator hath made of one flesh ev,
cry bird?"
Then fly with me up to yon dazzling
height,
And drink Of the morning dew sparkling
and bright, 3
There wei hear the larks song as h,
mounts to the skies,
For sweetly he MARBLES, as upward he flies
And like the free birds, you shall buile
new nest, '1otA y'@H as
High above the tall trees where the wile
l. n pigeons rest. sob Isl af 5aa 3sg
Hoot, hoot, said the owl, perhaps tina
can, -. =
1 Forte think he was something he nov
| q FIRST begaa-) slar se5ls 5sifLs9
Then away they both started together, ane
/ flew
Till the owl in despair, exclaimed, wha
shsll l dol ooi-1sai s.ls5 IL eod
Mywing has given out, 1 can no further go
/ wish had staid in The dark wood below
L.. AaF.f
The The eagle low s paused in p his heavenwar'
Andstaking the poor wearied owl on hi
he- back, 80 - sfa@ q -
Darted off once again; but vainly he trie
To mount with his burden. He cannot
i now rise. g aioB5r IS
He falters. he staggers, beneath the hug
l weight,
By his folly, alas he has sealed his ownfate
His powerful wing that had always befor
Borne him proudly aloft, was to bear hin
4 no more. @3i
Never more would he gaze at the sun
4 golden light,
Nor his breast brave the wind and th
storm in their might.
lie has made his last boast that 'sthe kin
4 i bird is he, 4 ina raa
}, The emblem of all that is great, good an
free 3i.gs a,
The load from his back he would glad
now throw,
But his throat the owl seizes, and will no
4 letgo. &
So their fates must beone, to his sorrow h
4 found! assa go