The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1876-12-16
Manahan, the ,Iis.r, woos the Muse,
FROM the Baltimore News.

ed to he kept constantly Oh MS pclsoH' 'Ho.
consisted of a number OF time worn certlIi
Gates as to the beneficial properties OF Tn
pills he manufactured and sold, and scraps 0
poetry from his own pen clipped from diiter
ent old papers in which they had been pun
llisbed. They ere written evidently in hap
pier days, ere the passion for boarding wealtl
had turned the writer's heart to steel anC serv
ed, mayhap, at times, to carry his nina bach
/ to the long ago, when nature spread her love
! lest TO his admiring vision
The Doctor appeared to be passlohatelS
fond of flowers, as may be inferred from lh'
titles oS some Of his poems. One is writer
"On Wlthercd Flowerct;' another is entitled
the Forget Me-NOt," and third, Memories
ofthe Past" commences as follows
Beneath the blooming red rose tree,
All covered DER with gems,
Sweet roscDuds Of the iairCst hue,
Just bursting from their stems
NV gentle mother SAUNDERS there,
Low in the silent grave;
Where wild winds blow and iiOwcrS grow,
And weeping willows wave.
| In another verse ofthe same poem is aswee
smile, which We quote
And here's the sweet For gct.mc.not,
The beauty Of the vale;
How modcstIy IT'S giving out
Its perfumes to the gale.
How strange, in silent clOqucncc
II tells my soul Of thee
Thy beauty and thy innocence,
Thy truth and mOdesty.
There are three separate copies of Memo
ries of the Past" ali well thumbed and teal
stained, rs il the sight of them had otter
brought to tie writer fond rccollections OF
his departed mother Several Of the Other
printed poems, the Doctors name attached, are
gems in their way. Take, for instance, "lht
Land Of My Dreams which contains The
following
In the land Of my dreams no contention can be
Peace waves her white piniuns DER mountain
and sea;
No mother weeps there for the children who fan
From her arms have been hurled by the demon
OF war.
There no maiden knees down by dcsolatc grave
Mid her anguish to murmcr prayer for The
brave
For The eye cannot dwell nor the sun cast his
beams,
On picture OF pain in the land of my dreams
Among the other papers IN the manuscript
were n few manuscript poems of the Doctors
written in ink, turned yellow by age. One o
them IS Il hymn, entitled, Its the Voice d
NY Saviour and reads as follows:
lis the voice Of my Saviour
Inc Loru OF my me-
From sin, sorrow and strife,
ur trll, me TO come
TO the angels above;
And Join them in praisnG
The Lord that love.
lis the voice of the Saviour
Nv SoyIour So mild.
Who broke the deep sleep
on the cGnturlonS chlIa,
no callcG from MS nicr
lhe young man Oh SaIn'
ana gave inc I"He "i"o"
rs thc voice Oh my saviour
My saviour WI" WeP'
yer hclhHh' 'oino
Who calls with voice
That was mighty to save;
And Lazarus came forth
From the gloom Of the grave.
Then, must away
TO the Lord OF inv life:
must leave this cold world
OF sin, sorrow and strife.
| H yHt,i, 60 TO rejoice ',..
w 't i; l"I ".It,' "oo'G,
AIN J''" 'T,u' III P'"ls"7
i"' i'''" '"'' We '"'''
/ The Exile to lis hVtc, though treating
| OF rather hackAcyCd subject Is prttti.
! handlCd
! \ sonr Il sonol nv lively late.
-, E'e We two part forever
Ihouht spoken Whch otntr friends a'e NUE.
Nor JOY nor woe, 'oul" sever
d bnul,s, aud li,in, token
-, oi my Joyful, happy youth
10 my sonI thon olt ln ,I,, spoken
." ''"'' VI INV ''''' ''''''
And now my only Treasure,
Ele this throhbing heart doth break,
! 'G,nc sr.Ne thy brlEhteSt measure
''' ''S 'S''- ''''''' 9""'
Aud when you sing Of that bright day
-, That saw green Erln's power
i lG Tl rHise Jay ,IuHest, p'ono'sV lay
p. ~ ''''o'"'' ''' 'o"''
Aud when you sing Of Erin's woes,
OF her bright hvnor' faded,
The tiumphS oi her nortal Toes,