The Sunday globe., 1901-05-19

He is employed in little workshop by
himself, where he repairs and manu-
factures cell buckets. 1t Is all the same
to him who is governor Of Ohio, and
Governor Nash's lack Of humanities or
Governor Bushnell's humane and mer-
ciful disposition affect him not, he is
independent Of either and goes on day
after day. mendiug his buckets, a con
tented, if not happy man, where all
others are miserable and anxious to re-
gain their liberty.
Some of the life prisoners by devo-
tion to study within the walls have
mastered many Of the difficult branches
Of the higher education and are ac-
complished men Of letters. The men,
bers of this class were the chief con-
trlbutors to the Prison News, the weekly
organ of the big prison. Here il a fair
sample of the poetry, contributed by a
noted life prisoner;
CoNvIcr SEA LoNGINes.
The oceans swell, the surfs white spray,
The rolling waves in stormy play
/ see with vision clearl
The gathering clouds the murky sky,
The thunder's peal and sea CULTS cry
see again ana hear!
The scudding moon athwart the deep,
The lightning's flash, the tempests sweep,
With sea room wide and clearl
The gallant ship with flowing sail,
The seaman's song, the passing hail,
see again ana hearl
safe from the storm, my prison cell
These wild sea dreams can never Quell-
To me so fondly dear;
To live on thus, in musings sweet,
Nor pine, nor spurn such safe retreat
Is what l-waking-hear!
Hail! foaming pillows angry roar,
on treachrous coast or rock bound shore
With deafning breakers nearl
To sink with ship and seamen brave
And find, at least, stainless grave
Than live felon here!
This poem met with the commenda-
ton of William Lord - Howard, the
prison editor, when the poem was pub
lished. Lord" Howard was, or had
the ambition to be, poet himself, but
in this branch of polite literature truth
compels us to state that he was a re-
vamper aud a good deal Of pirate. He
was constructed for robust literature
and plain criticism, as he lacked inn
agination in everything but swindling
schemes. In these he was an all round
professor The Globe is informed that
he is again editing the Prison News,
having succeeded in winning the con-
fidence of the present Warden Darby
as he formerly won and subsequently
betrayed the trust reposed i'm him by
Warden Coffin. Still, The Globe must,
in Justice, state that no better equipped
prisoner than LORD Howard could
be placed in the prison editorial chair,
as he is an able writer and elementarily
well grounded i'm all branches of Eng
lish literature.
The "Sea Longings, y quoted above,
evoked from another life prisoner the
following:
CONVICT SOLDIER LoNGGNGs
The heart-throbs for a soldiers life,
In smiling peace or glorious strife,
The felon's cell Oft hears
For some in chains, their martial race
And soldier bood-of easy trace
Detles the gloom OF years,
To ride a steed Of mette tried,
In dancing pumes with eyes Of pride
And hearts TO dare and do.
What bliss such thought our souls afford!
And If grim war unsheathes the sword
What bliss and glory TOO
To hear the roll OF charging drum,
And see their lines exulting come,
With fury Of the brave
To feel the thrill when columns reel,
And see the sweep Of flashing steel,
For glory or the grave.
Let those who'd live in sheltered cell
Their groans and tears in pity tell,
And sigh till latest breath;
Hail victor cheers when foemen fee.
And waving banners streaming free,
For liberty ordeath.
TheSpanish war was prolific of reams
of all kinds of poetry while the writer
was editor of the News The present
paper must end with this tribute t.
| Hobson by one of his convict admirers
which we accepted and published from
cord of similar poetic contributions:
HoBsON OF THE NERRMAC.
Who steered towards the Spanish fleet
And riValed Cushing's daring feat
While forts and ships belched in his teeth
Their fiery bolts TO turn him back?
In Santiago's guarded bay
Who held his course at dawn OF day
And blocked that harbor's narrow way?
Brave Hobson of the Merrimac.
Who mailed "Old Glory" to the mast
As forts and guns he fearless pass'd
And "corked" the Spanish fleet at last
In n beautiful Cul de sac?
Who cheered his men in glorys van
AS through the murderous fire he RAM
Oh! match his dauntless heart, who can
Brave HObson Of the Merrimac!
! Who held his course with iron nerve
And scorned "A single foot to swerVe
HIS fighting chief to nOby server
Nor yawning hell could make him tack
Who stood upon his bridge and blew
/ The signal that he "pulled her through
Who calmly anchored in their view?
Brave HobsOn of the Merrimacl
Where duty calls or glory leads
Columbia's sons no urging needs,
In Honor's Fame their daring deeds
No lying foe can ever black.
While Santiago's haTbor rides
A warship on IFS seated tides
The memory Of his deed abides-
Brave Hobson Of the Merrimacl
RIO he continued