The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-04-07

The most striking feature of the April num-
Der of the A9antic is the temperance of "Mr.
HOSEA BIoKLow" in 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 ham,
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 WIZ, the rhymes come crowdin' thick
Ez offlce-seekers arter lection,
An into ary place 'ould stick ..ss
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 IL slope afore you We mist 'em.
And of the great national event he further
says:
Where's Peace? I start, some clear.blown
night,
When gaunt stone walls grow numb an
number,
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-fakes come whisperin' on the pane
The charm makes blazin' logs so pleasant,
But can't bark to wut they re say'n',
h lron
The chimblys shudder in the gale,
Thet !ulls, then suddin takes to fappin'
Like shot hawk, but all g ez stale
To me ez 80 much speritrappin'.
Rat-tat-t -tattattle 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 innercent,
Thet never knowed the paths o. Satan,
Whose comm step ther' 8 ears they won't,
No, not lifelong, leave off awaitin'.
Why, ha'n't held em on my knee ts
Didn't love to see 'em CROWN, ..
Three likely lads ez wal could be,
Handsome an brave, an not tn KNOWN?
Iset an look into the blaze !. D..
Whose natur', jes' like their'n, keeps
Ez long 2 II lives, in shinin' ways,
An haf deSpise myself for rhymin'.
Wut's words to them whose faith an, truth
2 On wars red techstone rang true metal,
Who vent'red life an love and youth a-
For the great prize o. death in battles
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 r;oht IN how tho vonpo m f,,st
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 thet world seems 80 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 Code bar hor up han
Ez drippin' red ez your'n, JEFF Davis!
Come, Peace not like mourner bowed
For honor lost an dear ones wasted,
But proud to meet people proud,
With eyes thet tell o. triumph tastedi
Come, with han grippin' on the hilt,
AN. step thet proves ye victorys daughter!
Longin' for you, our sperits wilt
Like shipwrecked mems on RATS for water!
Come, while our country feels the lift
Of gret instinct shoutin' forwards,
An knows thet freedom ant Gift
That tarriee long In hans o. towards!
Come, sech ez mothers prayed for, when
They kissed their cross with lips thet quiv-
cred,
An bring fair wages for brave men,
A nation saved, q race delivered!