National Republican., 1885-11-28
Six Days in History.
NOVEMBER 90.
ItgnAN


A birthday. Every rising sun
Witnesses unnumbered
Spirits TO their world.life run
Those that lately slumbered-
Where2-The dream Is all too vast;
Let us walk without 1t
Franklin Pierce arrives at last
That is all about 1t.
All about II? Truly, no:
Wait awhile--nnd Mexico
Proves his valor; longer watt
10, he mounts our Chair OF State
NOVEMBER -.
Q7l3.)
Lawrence Sterne is born--a birth
That presently awokc the EARTH
such eccentriclty unknown
Beiore-a manner strange-hi5 own.
Astounding yet in wisdom-yet
In eyes, unused TO weeping-wet-
For pnthos, unexpected, broke
The rock. His wand of magic stroke,
And waters flowed. They flow to-day;
They Soften charm, and bless for ayel
Q7Si)
Zachary Taylor came. 10 know
His Florida, his Mexico,
His final prize, our Chief of State,
To none was given. A child Is born
Cnnst judge the sunset day from morn?
What great events, In any life,
May rise, what triumph scenes, what strife
Resulting In deleat2 Yet he
One way pursued.-twas victory,
And when the highest fame attained,
Left earth, and loiticr glory gained
QsS3)
Sergt. Mason, prison guard,
Where waited death, Guitcau,
No more could stay the laws award,
And doomed the general foe,
But missed hisaim. Mistaken zeal,
Yet Arthur could his feeling feel,
And pardoned his intent to-day;
Still learn: n soldier must obey,
No private Wow of wrong Is right,
soldiers thought is only night,
And independent act Is wrong,
Is weak; alone is order strong.
&fs2A NOVEMBER %.
lQ7s3)
No more 'twas pleasant, safe no more,
The British enemy should dwell
In snug New York Their parties Der,
The time of mnstership; to-day
Strike drums, blow flies, and march away
NOVEMBER 20.
Q50i.)
Medina del Campo is mourning to-day,
Isabella the queen is fading away.
Let the white-robed priests pass,
To the altar, the mass,
And swing the soft incense of silver and gray.
Yet Heaven viii not see, yet Heaven will not
hear:
Gather o people, and weep by her bier;
And thou, too the chief
Grand statue OF GRIEF,
Columbus-to thee Isabella most dear
To thee her devotion was ever supreme,
Thy picture of promise to her was no dream:
Tho vast clouds unfurled,
She saw a New World
go forth - The result Is Eternity's theme
Q73l.)
The poet of "The Task" arrives
10 please, inform, improve our lives,
To teach us reason, beauty. sense
OF natures simple eloquenCe,
And higher laws, all earth above,
Religion friendship, truth and love.
Most mild retiring tlmid, weak,
Lived Cowper As Il cloud should speak,
From sunsets rosy lips, IN thunder,
SO spake he, tO the round worlds wonder,
And speaks, md shall speak ever, while
Good deeds,inay win approving smile,
And wrong be hated scorned, beguile.
Qs63)
Above the clouds, q battle
The heights of Tennessee,
Strange lcaden hail hear rattle,
And shouts of victory
A red and awful fountain
Up springs on Lookout Mountain;
But, cruel though the seeming,
II is the lands redeeming
NOVEMBER 81.
QGS5.)
Madame dc Maintenon is born,
Her coming is her parents pride,
But when her youth shall pass from morn.
1t shall be that of France A guide
Through many dangers, stair and stay,
TIL batlled wrong Sink slow away.
NOVEMBER 2S.
Q776)
Darkness and dcsolation, earth and air;
Domain of death, its stream the Delaware.
Winter: all gray and CHASTITY comes the morn
Obscure, and scarcely day;
The snow-cloud lowering DER Its feeble ray
Like an oppressor Ger the rise of freedom
The ice, in anger clashing,
Mass against mass but bravely STILL
Each look, each vein breathing immortal
will,
There, in the rough-rocked boat thoy toll,
Safe through the drift confused wary and
slow,
And silently, yet hopeful. Gazing out, -,
Behold the chief-behold the kindling eye
The ''soul in arms p'--and read u grand reply
Struggling amid the ice, boat follows boat;
An army moves-but no trlumphal note
of clarion soundeth on the chilly air
No banners tioat;
One only rises there;
Flapping about the stafI, impatlontly
Contending with the breeze,
AS ii old memories,
Haunting Its every fold,
Awoke the JOY wheTewlth II led the bold,
Who shall be free
And yet, though wanting all the pomp of war,
To victory pass they on,
Ere the perfected dawn.
Qs59)
KIND, cordial merry thOughIful' such was
Flow gently, Hudson, by the good mans rest
drcssd,
Assume your melancholy grace, yet smile
In misty Indian summer state the while,
For he who loved you, chiefly loved you so,
And though his mortal eyes no more may
know
Your beauty, still his parting spirit may,
With pleasure see your loyeliest look to-day.
Farewell-ii such word 'twere well to speak
OF him who will be found by all who seek,
And ever found--ior lrying's nature dwells
In many living stories, Tolling bells
Are not for him; for him no prisoning earth;
That dies not which to Irving came at BIRTH
SD,
The Grand Aims of Life
Are nullities TO the chronic invalid What m