National Republican., 1880-03-27
MISCELLANEOUS.
Sister Martha.
JOHN PALMER INTERPRETED.

John Palmer is an Indian; but, like the
white man, hc can love. John Palmer has d
sister, Martha, whom he loves cuthusiastic-
ally, probably because hc possesses poetic
nature, Which literary madness let us pre-
sumc has the same effect on tho savage as on
the civilized mind.
Johns sister, Martha, was married few
months ago (another remarkable coincidence
of the two races, and ccaving 20 her hus-
band she left all her other friends, thus obey.
ing the white mans Bible. Before departing,
however, she said, Brother John, remember
me-"
Upon this the poetry Of the mans soul bub.
bled up, and In spite of ages OF savage dark.
ness, found expression, by tho aid of IL little
learning CLEANED in one Of tho agency schools,
in some verses dedicated to his sister. A
rough draught of 1t was published verbatim In
Colonel McaChams Council Fire for the present
month, and though devoid Of either rhyme or
rythm 1t is so biim full of tho divine allatus,
partly expressed and far more suggested that
! have been tempted to civilizc it, divest II of
its aboriginal blanket as It were, and clothe
IL In the swallow.tail and linen of good
society for the benefit of those who, like the
man who belled bis wife along With his COW,
because he feared he would not know her
when he met her, only know poetry by the
Jingle. MRS. VI. l.. s. BURKE.
Yes, sister I remember thee,
At all times wheresO'er be:
AT morning when the day awnkes.
Aud life with sound the silence breaks;
Amid the meadOw.sCented cows
Aud luny broOds from fragrant mows,
When alone with labor stand.
think of Martha's helping hand.
when my daily bread receive
From That blessed hand so free TO give,
When thanking Him for every need,
For thCc, my sister, then plead,
And ccr at morn and evenings close,
When prayer her mantle round us throws,
ask that thou, like her of old,
In faiths humility grow bold.
Ont on tho bay the waters clear
Nuke pictures strangely. Sweety fair;
The White logs shining on the shore.
The browsing kline, the stceds before,
Have on the bays calm bosom laid
Their photographs in sun and shude
Then, sister. how methinks 'twOuld shine
II added to that scene were thine.
And when upon the shore stand,
10 yiGw the brightness ofthe land,
] kncel 10 smell the fragrant bloom,
Too sweet to pluck TO early DOOM
The sweetness goes down in my heart
And from their nook dear fnncics start
or thee, my sister; for say,
she is as sweet more sweet than they"
And when the tide is running low.
he waterS swift, and Rob Roy slow,
think how in my sisters hand
It's prov were wont TO seek the land
While Rob Roy turns from side to side,
Too proud to answer ebbiug tide,
j know that cen my smnll canoe
Must miss the magic hand 1t know.
on Puget Sound scptcmber's close,
Tho time when Indian summer glows,
Vacation time brings pleasant days,
And thou nTt still in drCHmland's haze;
The nuttrcc, with It's painted leaves.
The foX.grapC twinng meath the caves,
The red.cheeked fruit, the ripcning grain,
All call for MarthH-cull in vain.
When from my labor ! return,
My thoughts around thee, sister, ycarn;
chant II sOng--Au Indian song
10 mourn thee Rs walk along,
Aud then the echoes sing of thee.
Compelled to praise that should he free
By my loud songs that swelling Sonr
And call replies from shore to shore.
Now, may our God blessing give
To thee and thine, cen while thou live;
Pray thou and daily nj Ills throne
We'll mCCl. tlOuuh Dlrtrl erect thOuuh lbnp.