The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1869-08-31
RitIrmond 1ispattk.
THE CIRCULATION OF THE 'DIsPATCH :"
is LARGER THAN THE COMBINED CIRcU-
LATIoS OF ALL THE OTHER DAILY NEWS
PAPERS OF THIS CITY. 1.s's
Mrs. sigourney-The Union.
lust before the Har the Ia.

NEY wrote for the Dispatch several poems
deprecating the division of the Union and
breathing the loftiest spirit of patriotism.
Had the politicians been endowed with one
1.-THE of her love of country the war would
not have happened. Had the "ten COVER
nors been chained in some dungeon for the
detention of evil spirits, as they ought to
have been for the welfare of mankind, and
had Virginia, Mr.. LINCOLN, and Mr.. CRIT
TESDEN, been entrusted with the settle
ment of the dispute, the Union would
never have been disrupted, and the ardent
hopes of the lamented poetess would have
been realized.
Her last letter reached us late in February
1861. The fate of the hour had been pretty
well decided-so nearly SO that we thought
it would be entirely unavailing to publish
the deprecatory poem which she enclosed to
us, under date of January 30, 1861. A
singular fate has been that of this poem.
Almost every paper and book that we had
in the world perished in the confagration
in this city on the Sd of April. But this
poem by Mrs. SIGoURNEY survived. How.
we cannot tell. The letter she wrote to us
was lost. Yet the poem and one that had
then recently appeared in the Journal OF
Commerce, which she enclosed to Us, singu-
larly enough, escaped, and they have sur
vived all the confusion that has since
occurred, and this morning we take them
out of our desk we'll preserved, although no
especial pains have been taken to guard
them from the general fate of revolution
whose destructiveness has been searching
and general. .4,~ .- ,t.s..lE-
The poem written for the Dispatch has
never been published. We now: print it,
along with that which appeared in the
Journal Of Commerce, believing that they
will do far more good now than they would
have done in February '6l. Certainly the
patriotic spirit of the gifted and virtuous
author is much needed now to restore
the national harmony, whose disturbance
was the great agony of her closing hours
1t was not long after the writing of this
poem that she breathed her last. Her eyes
closed upon o distracted country. We dc
not know that her happiness would have
been greatly enhanced had she lived to sec
the war ended and the present partisan
scheming and skirmishing by which repub-
lican popular rights are ignored, sectional
rancors are fostered, and the peace of the
nation continually deferred.-EditorS OF
the Dispatch.
We place the poem from the Journal OF
Commerce first:
For the Journal Of Commerce.
'sGive us your Blessing, Mother"
Give us your blessing, Mothcr
We children round your knee
Oh kind and noble Mother, '+r- '
Whose voice is melody r--
You've rear'd our goodly number
With fostering, faithful care,
And smiled TO sec MS brayely stand
In order firm and fair.
You have been generous to us,
And cheer'd our early hours,
When o'cr the smooth green pratries,
All carpeted with flowers,
Our childish feet went gamboling
Uncertain where 10 rest
While spirc and roof-trcc rose like dreams
OF Araby the bleSt.
You taught us gracious lessons
In youths delightful morn,
How to revere the great and good,
And all injustice scorn.
The arts Of industry to prize,
Hold patriot wisdom dear,
And dwell at unity and peace
In Gods most holy fear.
Our Oldest ones remember
A strange, eclipsing cloud
That wrapped your fortunes deep and long
In chill, portcntous shroud.
But then in bcaming splendor
Burst forth u gorgeous day
To light you on your upward course
With eliminating ray.
We've been happy circle
AS lustrums rolld along,
And striplings sprans to manhood,
And Graded ones grew strong;
While knowledge, like river broad,
Flow ID out from zone to zone,
And still our welfare was your pride,
Your hOnOrS were our own.
But now weight is pressing
Into our bosom's core,
Makingth heart beat heavily
That leap'd SO light before.
Mother you'd quell the anguish
Had you the power, we know;
You'd bear our burdens for us
If Heaven had wilrd 1t so.
Wehave a secret sorrow,
1t darkeneth TO despair,
We look into your eyes and see
The same drear shadow there.
Oh, once more fold us closely
All TO your bosom free;
Give us your blessing, Mother.
We children round your knee.
L. II. s.
Hartford, Conn.,, January Is, 1851.
For the Richmond Dispatch.
$50 Mad"
500 mad y, said wicked demon
To Greece, on her classic height;
So, the Peioponc6Sus bristled
With sDear-potnts flashing bright
And Force o'er Virtue triumph'd,
And Justice slank away
And Crime, by language unbaptiZed,
Stalked forth in face Of day.
$50 mad - cried subtle tempter
Close lurking in Albion's shade,
Who the rich red rose and the rose Of snow
His lying symbols made.
Then brother hated brother,
And friend bis friend destroyed,
TIL all the charities of race
Were desolate and void.
$50 mad!" and with frantic fervor
Responded reckless France
As she smote off the head Of her stainless king
And led the lunatic dance
Around corses that fast from the guillotine fell,
Her sandals besprent with gore;
Then bow d her neck TO u heavier yoke
Than she ever had borne before.
go mad !" said the Father Of Evil
To the happiest realm on earth,
Where fountains of plenty and peace ana power
GuSh'd out with al Eden birth.
So, she barred her thro obbing bosom,