The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-04-07
Mr.. Hosea Bigelow's Rhymed Letter.

The most striking feature of the April num-
Der of the atomic is the temperance of "Mr.
HOSEA BIeELow" in q rhymed letter to the
editor of the magazine, detailing his literary
sensations. Mr.. LOWELL has never written
more Characteristic or quantity pathetic lines
than these:
Dear sir: Your letter come to han,
Requestin' me to please be funny;
But ant made upon plan
Thet knows wut's comm, gall or honey:
Their g times the world does look so queer,
Odd fancies come afore call EN-;
An then agin, for half year.
No preacher thought calls more solemn.
Time wuz, the rhymes come crowdin' thick
Ez office seekers arter lection,
An into airy place 'ould stick
Without no bother nor objection;
But sence the war my thoughts hang back
Ez though wanted to enlist 'em,
An substitutes-wal, they don't lack,
But then they ii slope afore you We mist 'em.
And of the great national event he further
says:
Where's Peace? 1 start, some clear.blown
night,
When gaunt stone walls grow numb an
number,
AL CIeahln ClOSS the SnOW-cruSt Whlte
Walk the col starlight into summer:
Up grows the moon, an swell by swell
Thru the pale pasturs silvers DINNER
Than the last smile tibet strives to tell
o. love gone heavenward in its simmer.
Snow-fakes come whisperin' on the pane
The charm makes blazin' logs so pleasant,
But can't bark to wut they re say'n',
With Grant or Sherman oilers present;
The chimblys shudder i'm the gale
Thet lulls, then suddin takes to flappin'
Like shot hawk, but all g ez stale
To me ez so much sperit-rappin'.
Rat-tattattattle thru the street
hear the drummers maxim riot
An set thinkin' O. the feet
Thet follered once an now are quiet
White feet ez snow-drops inherent,
Thet never knowed the paths o. Satan,
Whose comm step Their s ears they won't.
No, not lifelong, leave off awaitin'.
Why, ha'n't held em on nv knee
Didn't love to see 'em CROWN,
Three likely lads ez wal could be,
Handsome an brave, an not tn KNOWN?
I set an look into the blaze
Whose natur', jes' like their'n, keeps
Ez long z it lives, in shinin' ways,
An half despise myself for rhymin'.
Wuts words to them whose faith an truth
On wars red techstone rang true metal,
Who vent'red life an love and youth
For the great prize o. death in battle?
To him who, deadly hurt, agen
Flashed on afore the charges thunder,
Tippin' with fire the bolt of men
Thet rived the rebel line asunder?
'Ta'n't right to hev the young 20 fust,
All throbbin' full O. gifts an graces,
Leavin' life's paupers dry ez dust
To try an make b'lieve to fill their places;
NOthin' but tells US wut we miss,
Their 3 gaps our lives can't never fay in, !
An tibet world seems so fur from this
Lef' for US lOafers to grow gray in!
My eyes cloud up for rain my mouth
Will take to twitchin' roun the corners;
l pity mothers, tn, down South,
For all they sot among the scorners:
I'd sooner take my chance to STAN
At Judgment where your meanest slave is.
Than at Gods bar hoP up han
Ez drippin' red ez your'n, JEFF Davis
Come, Peace not like mouner bowed
For honor lost an dear ones wasted,
But proud to meet people proud,
With eyes thet tell o. triumph tasted!
Come, with han grippin' on the hilt,
An step thet proves ye Victory's daughter
Longn' for you, our sperits wilt
Like shipwrecked mems on RATS for water!
Come, while our country feels the lift
OF greet instinct shoutin' forwards,
An knows tibet freedom ant gift
That tarries long in hans o. towards,
Come, sech ez mothers prayed for, when
They kissed their cross with lips tibet auiy-
cred,
An bring fair wages for brave men,
A nation saved, race delivered!