The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1865-05-10

THr ATLANTIC.


The April number Of the Atlantic IS very
readable The most striking feature is the re-,
appearance of f"Mr. Hosea Biglow" in rhymed
letter TO the editor Of that magazine, thus de-
failing his literary sensationsi
Dear sir: Your letter come to han, arI
Reouestin' me to please be funny;
But / an 7 made upon plan
Thet knows wuts comm, gall or honey
Their 3 times the world does look so queer,
Odd fancles come afore / call EN-;
An then again for half year,
No preacher thout call g more solemn
Time wuz, the rhymes come crowdin thick
Ez office-seekers arter lection, eI
An into ary place 'ould stick
Without no bother nor objection; L
But sence the war my thoughts hang back
Ez though | wanted to enlist 'em,
An substitutes they don't lack,
But then they'll slope afore you've nliSV en-
And to the great national event he further
SAYS
Where's Peace? start, some clear blow night
When gaunt stone walls grow numb an nun
ber,
An creakin' cross the snow crust white,
Walk the col starlight into summer;
Up grows the moon, an swell by swell
Thru the pale pasturs silvers DINNER
Than the last smile thet strives to tell
O. love gone heavenward in its simmer
Snow flakes come whisperin' on the pane
The charm makes blazin' logs so pleasant,
But can't hark to wut they're sny'n',
With Grant or Sherman oilers present;
The chimblys shudder in the gale,
Thet lulls, then suddin takes to flappinp
Like O shot hawk but all s ez stale
To me ez SO much speritrappin'.
Ra.tat.tat- tattle thru the street
hear the drummers maxim riot
An set thinkn' O. the feet
Thet follered once an now are quiet
White feet ez snowdrops innercent
Thet never knowed the paths o. Satan,
Whose comm step ther' s ears thet won't,
No, not lifelong, leave off awatin'.
Why, ha'nt held 'em on my knee?
Did mt love to see 'em growinJ
Three likely lads ez wal could be,
Handsome an brave, an not tn KNOWN?
/ set an look into the blaze
Whose natur' jes' like their'n keeps clin6ln',
Ez long z il lives, in shinin ways,
An half despise myself for rhymin'
Waits words to them whose faith an truth
On wars red techstone rang true metal.
Who vent,red life an love an youth
For the gret prize O death in battlef
To him who, deadly hurt, agen
Flashed on afore the charges thunder,
Tippin' with fire the bolt of men
Thet rived the rebel line 0sunder?
'Ta'nt right to hev the young 60 fust
All throbbn' full O. gifts an grocesJ
Leavin' lifeis paupers dry ez dust
To try an make b'lieye fill their places;
Nothin' but tells us wut we miss,
Their 8 gaps our lives can never lay IN,
An thet world seems so far from this
Lef for us loafers to grow gray in!
Ny eyes cloud up for rain; my mouth
Will take to twitchin roun' the corners;
pity mothers, tu, down South,
For oil they sot among the scorners:
I'd sooner take my chance to stan
At Judgment where your meanest slave is,
Than at Gods bar hol' up a han
Ex drippin' red es your'n, jeff. Davisl
Come Peacel Not like mourner bowed
For honor lost an dear ones wasted,
But proud to meet people proud,
With eyes thet tell o triumph tastedl
Come, with han grippin' on the hilt
An step, tibet proves ye Victory's daughter!
Longin' for you, our sperits wilt
Like shipwreeked mems on rafts for water
Come, while our country feels the lift
Of a great instinct shoutin' forwards,
An knows tibet freedom ant gift
Thet taries long in hans o. towards!
Come, seeh ez mothers prayed for, when
They kissed their cross with lips thet quiv-
cred,
An bring fair wages for brave men,