Watch the swallers skootin' past Er the Bobwhite raise and whiz Ketch a shadder down below, Hear the old hen squawk, and squat You jes' bet yer life she do! Pee-wees' singin', to express In them base-ball clothes o' his, Sun out in the fields kin sizz, Plague! ef they aint sompin' in My convictions !-'long about Here in June especially!- Jes' a-restin' through and through, I could git along without Nothin' else at all to do Only jes' a-wishin' you Was a-gittin' there like me, And June was eternity! Lay out there and try to see In the clover-bloom, er pull Yer straw hat acrost yer eyes, In betwixt the beautiful Clouds o' gold and white and blue! Month a man kin railly love— March aint never nothin' new! Brash fer me! and May-I jes' Little hints o' sunshine and 'Fore daylight and snows agin! Whoop out loud! and throw my hat! And obleeged to you at that! JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. WHO DANGERS TO OUR REPUBLIC. HO are this host of voters crowding to use the freeman's right at the ballot-box? In all the dread catalogue of mortal sins there is not one but, in that host of voters, there are hearts that have willed and hands that have perpetrated it. The gallows has spared its victims, the prison has released its tenants; from dark cells, where malice had brooded, where revenge and robbery had held their nightly rehearsals, the leprous multitude is disgorged and comes up to the ballot-box to foredoom the destinies of this nation. But look again, at that deep and dense array of ignorance, whose limits the eye cannot discover. Its van leans against us here, its rear is beyond the distant hills. They, too, in this hour of their country's peril, have come up to turn the folly of which they are not conscious into measures which they cannot understand by votes which they cannot read. Nay, more, and worse! for, from the ranks of crime emissaries are sallying forth toward the ranks of ignorance, shouting the war-cries of faction, and flaunting banners with lying symbols, such as cheat the eye of a mindless brain; and thus the hosts of crime are to lead on the hosts of ignorance in their assault upon Liberty and Law! What now shall be done to save the citadel of freedom, where are treasured all the hopes of posterity? Or, if we can survive the peril of such a day, what shall be done to prevent the next generation from sending forth still more numerous hordes, afflicted with deeper blindness and incited by darker depravity? Are there any here who would counsel us to save the people from themselves by wresting from their hands this formidable right of ballot? Better for the man who would propose this remedy to an infuriated multitude that he should stand in the lightning's path as it descends from heaven to earth. And answer me this question, you who would re-conquer for the few the power which has been won by the many— you who would disfranchise the common mass of mankind, and re-condemn them to become helots and bondmen and feudal serfs-tell me, were they again in the power of your castes, would you not again neglect them, again oppress them, again make them slaves? Better that these blind Samsons, in the wantonness of their gigantic strength, should tear down the pillars of the Republic, than that the great lesson which Heaven, for six thousand years, has been teaching to the world should be lost upon it-the lesson that the intellectual and moral nature of man is the one thing precious in the sight of God, and therefore that, until this nature is cultivated and enlightened and purified, neither opulence nor power nor learning nor genius nor domestic sanctity nor the holiness of God's altars can ever be safe. Until the immortal and godlike capacities of every being that comes into the world are deemed more worthy, are watched more tenderly than any other things, no dynasty of men nor form of government can stand or shall stand upon the face of the earth; and the force or the fraud which would seek to uphold them shall be but " as fetters of flax to bind the flame." HORACE Mann. A TRIBUTE TO WOMAN. (From "Drama of Exile.") HENCEFORWARD, woman, rise To thy peculiar and best attitudes Of doing good and of enduring ill; And by sin, death, the ransom, righteousness, Of others of that name, of whose bright steps Some pang paid down for each new human life, Some weariness in guarding such a life; Some coldness from the guarded; some mistrust From those thou hast too well served; from those beloved Too loyally, some treason; feebleness Within thy heart and cruelty without; And pressure of an alien tyranny, A poor man served by thee, shall make thee rich; An old man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Of service which thou renderest." 22 MRS. BROWNING. |