Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-04

verse.
"There's spot in the woodland
My heart longs to see,
Where streamlets are darcing
With laughter and glee;
Where tho sweet dsffOdil
Aud the daisy are seen,
And the deer loves to sport
On its mantle Of green.
In the valley of Custer
The park with its cluster
or little log cabins spread out on the
IT'S the valley of Custer,
Where oft we did muster,
And drank to the brave from the SOL
der canteen.
Among the authors miscellaneous poems are
some of his best. THE Poor Man. Solilouuy"
is not only good in rhy thin: but strong in ex-
preston and good ideas. There is happy
vein running through the poem, entitled,
THAT Boy" Read the first verse:
"Happy father, full of glee,
Laughing, dancing, making merry;
May you always happy be
Drink the baby's health in sherry.
May he prosper night and day,
Grow mid love and sweet caressing,
While You kiss his lips and say:
God, thank Thee for this blessing
In that boy,
Full Of joy;
Dancing, bouncing, baby boy"
If Jack never loved, he certainly had warm
spot in his heart Tor Nora Lee.
II have watched the rose blooming
And the vi"]ets lovely hue,
And daisies Ike the starlight
As they sps rkled with the dew;
I have locke upon the lilies
And the h"wers of every tree,
But none were half pretty
As my blue-eyed Nora Lee.''
The poets mother and his promise to her
never to drink. are always present. They 20
hand in hand, Tt Y are with him on the plains;
in the fight; in the palace; in the hovel-every-
where. The meE"ry of the one, and the
sacred fnltilment IF the other, are his guiding
stars. Hence we find frequent illusions +"
these prominent themes. Mark the beauty and
path,s of the following over the grave of his
mother:
There green, grassy mound in the valley
Where angels their vigils are keeping;
The pine trees ara singing dirye far above,
The sky pearly tear-drop is weepin.;
And cooing on high is a bright turtle dove
Ger the grave where my mother is sleeping.
Peacefully sleeping; she sleeps meath the clay,
This world cannot give mo another;
No one to guide me- and no one to pray,
While weep Ter the grave uf my mother"
Decoration Day. is another excellent poem.
which would do credit to one. laying greater
claims to literary distinction than the simple
Poet Scout.
Of cuursc, the poet having never drank, and
having teen the effects of lntemperance in bis
own family, is strong tenn oerauce man, and
no wonder he swings his cUlors to the mast in
stirring song, only one verse of which we can
give:
Mail your banners to the derrick,
Grease the old machine once more;
Shout hnrrah for Francis Murphy,
He is knocking at your door!
Mothers! Down upon your marrow,
Pray with all your heart and soul
Pray for fathers, sons and brothers,
Pray that all may sign the roll.
close my quotations from this interesting
volume by selecting two verses from a very
beautiful poem-indeed the best in the book
entitled Mothers Prayers:''
In the dreary hour of midnight,
When the camps asleep and still,
Not sound, save ripping streanlets
Or the voice of the whippo"rwill
Then think of dear loved faces,
As I steal around my beat.
Think of other scenes and places,
And a mothers voice 30 sweet
Mother, who in days of childhood,
Prayed as only mothers pray;
Keep him in the narrow pathway,
Let him not to be led astray;
And when dangers hnvered Ger me-
When my life was full of cares,
Then a sweet form passed before me-
And thought Of mothers prayers
We wish Capt. Jack abundant success in
this. his new venture, and see no good reason
extensive sale. 1t is elegantly printed, we'll
illustrated, possesses melit aud will be read nv
all classes of readers.
st.. Paul, MIMI, Oct. 81, 1879. t...