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STANZAS.
B7 LIEUT. 0. W. VATTT.N, U. S. A:
' OU ! let us die like Men."
Written previous to the Battle of Okachltb
beei Roll out the banner on the air,
And draw your swords of flamoi
The forming squadrons) fast prepare)
To take the field of Fame.
"With mcasur'd step your columns dun
Close) up along the glen.
If we must die tire sot of aunt
Oil I let us die like men.
We aeick the foe from liiglil till inorn,
A foe we do not sec
Go roil the drum, and wind the horn,
And tell him here are wc.
In idle strength we watch a prey,
That lurks by maish or fen;
But (should he Ktrike our lines to-day
Oh ! let us die like men;
Tis not tojjghtji jkinsman's wrong,
With bristling ranks we come
Our sisters sing their evening songs
Faf in a peaceful home.
We battle nt our country's call
The savage in his den:
If in such strugglo we must fall,
Oh! let us die like men.
Remember, boys, that mercy's dowcf
Is lifo to him that yields;
Remember, tiiat the hand of power1
Is strongest when it shields.
Keep your honor, like your sabtcs, bright,
Shame coward fear and then,
If we must perish in the fight,
Oli! let us die like men.
THE MOTHER.
By Mrs Sigourney.
" It may he autumn, yes, winter, with
the woman, but Willi thomoicra3 a moth
er, it is always spring." Sermon by the
Rev. T. Cobb, Lynn, Mass. 1G50.
I saw an aged woman bow
To weariness and care,
Tiie wrote in sorrow on her brow
And mid her frosted hair.
Hope from her breast had torn away,
Its rooting, scathed and dry ;
And on the pleasures of the gay
She turned a joyless eye.
What was it, that like sunbeam cleat1,
O'er her wan features rim.
As pressing towards her deafened oaf,
I named her absent son!
What was it ! ask a mother's broast,
Through which a fountain flows,
Perennial, fathomless, and blest,
By winter never froze.
What was it ! ask the king of kings,
Who hath'decrced above,
'That change should mark all earthly things,
Except a mother's love.
Most Beautiful, I love thee,
By the oye of melting blue,
In life and death I'll prove mo
Faithful, kind and'truo!
Most beautiful, I love thee '.
By the heart that now I give.
Oil ! let my fond prayers move thee,
To bid me hope and live,
DARBY AND THE RAM.
"l!was one or those days when the surt in
its perpendicular attitude looks at the two
sides ejf the edge at once; a lovely midsum
mer it ay J when naturo wa3 laughing till her
3ides ached, the mother earth in her gayest
mood, was lavishing her promises and her
smiles to her often ungrateful children, and
the lanibsi were okipping to and fro within
their inclosed pastureis, and the cows, with
grave and matron aspect, were lulling in the
sun, and ruminating their already gathered
repast'; every thing seemed happy, except
the shephercei Darby.
Poor fellow! A "green and yellow melan
choly,'' had settle on his manly cheek; his
grief he revealed not, but "let concealment
like i' the bud," prey upon his spirits; ho
stalked about the field like a ghost, or leaned
upon his crook in silent despair.
Lord Ampleficld' and Squire Buckthorn
were riding past to dinner, "I wonder," said
his lordship,' "what can be the matter with
my shepherd Darby; He seems in his gal
loping consumption, and were I to loose him,
I would not see his like again for many a long
day. He is the most honest, steaily, careful
creature in the world, and never told a lie in
his life."
"Never told a lie in his life ? Cood ! Why
my iord, do you really believe such non
sense ?"
"Decidedly I do I know your opinion
is not very favorable as to the moral charac
ter of our elopendents yet there are some a
mong them not unworthy of trust."
They now advanced nearer and his lord
ship held up his whip as a signal, and over
bounded Daiby
"Well Darby, that shower wc had last
night solved the pastures."
"It did my lord and the eows will give a
largo'mcal, and require milking earlier this
spring through means of it?"
"Darby, bring over my favorite ram, that
this gentlcmm may see it."
"Yes my lord. Hillo, Sweeper away for
Ballfacc."
"In a few minutes the dog hunted the rare,
from the flock."
"That's a clever turn my worthy," said
the squire, "there's half a crown to drink."
"Thanks to your honor,"said Darby, "but
the worth of that in strong drink will serve
me a year, and I'll spend it in a drink all
in one night.
"Explain the riddle, Darby."
"Why sir, when I feel myself merry c
nough without it, whore's the use in taking it?
That stream can slake my thirst as well.
Yet I'll speak for others many a one there
are, who must take strong drink to give them
false sphits. On them will I spend it to o
pen their hearts, and make them forget their
day's soil."
"You are a worthy fellow and a philoso-
pher,"said Lord Amplcfiold with a look of
triumph,as he and the squire rode off. 'What
say you to my shepherd now ?'
"A mighty plausible fellow indeed ! Yet
proud as you are of him, my lord, I'll bet a
score of sheep that before two days I'll
make him tell you a barefaced lie, out and
out."
"Done said his lordship.
Tho wager was laid, and the squiro set
out on his lie-making expedition.
He soon ascertained tho causo of Darby's
melancholy. There had been a quarrel be
tween him and the girl of his heart, tho love
ly Cathleen. Pride provented a reconcilia
tion,though both would havo given the world
to be in cadi others arms. To her tho.squirc
bent his steps, succeeded in drawing out tho
secret that sho loved Darby with a heart and
half, and then artfully upbraiding her willi
unklndncss in neglecting the "worthy young
fellow," who was dying for her, contrived to
inveigle her by a series of falsehoods, into
a plan to get reconciled to Darby, and while
in the height of his happiness to coax tho
ram from him. It succeeded next day to
admiration; and tho laughing girl tript homo,
leading the animal with a kerchief taken
from her snowy bosom(
Darby was now left to solitary reflection.
Tho hour was rapidly approaching when his
his lordship usually look his round, and he
would infallibly miss his favorito ram; what
was to bo done ? To tell n lie appeared to
his honest mind the very essence of degra
dation; to equivocate was meanness execra
ble; yet an excuse must be had. A sudden
thought seized him) he resolved to see how
a lie would look before ho told it; and plant
ing his ciookin tho field and placing his hat
on it, in order to personate himself, he retir
ed to a distance, anil in the character of his
lordship, hailed the cfiigy as follows :
"Good morrow Darby."
'Good morrow, my lord.'
'How are the flocks to-day Darby.'
'Pretty fair my lord.'
'Darby ,1 don't see my favorito ramjwherc
is he?'
'Oh my lord, lie he he '
'He what, Darby ?
'He was drowned my my lord.'
'Darby, if I did not know your general
character for carefulness, I should feci ex
ceedingly annoyed, but it was an accident.
Send the fat and hide up to tho castle.
'That won't do,' murmured Darby,slowly
turning awayi Ho resolved to try again.
'Good morrow, Darby.'
'Good morrow, my loid.'
'Are my flocks well to-day, Darby ?'
'Bravely, my lord.'
'And my ram, Darby, where is he ?'
'My lord, lie he '
'la thcic any thing wrong ? tell me at
once.'
'He was stolen my lord.'
'Stolen ! stolen ! I saw him this morning
as I was riding past. When was he sto
len? 'That Won't do either,' exclaimed the
shepherd, as ho turned away the second
time. 'Cruel, cruel Calh'.'
Something seemed to whisper to him,
'try if perhaps the tkuth will do.' Fresh
courage animated his desponding mind, and
wheeling about.he rccomenced the colloquy,
and on coming to the usual interrogation,
'where is the ram ?' he dropped on his knees.
and exclaimed, 'Oh, my lord, I had a falling
out with my sweet heart, and she would not
make it up with me unless I made her a pres
ent of your lordship's favorite ram. Dis
charge me, my lord, do with me what you
please, but I could not bring myself to tell
your lordship a lie.'
'That will do,' shouted Darby springing
from his knees and walking up and down
with a feeling of honest exultation.
Ho had scarcely time to compose himself
when his lordship and the squire appeared.
Darby on the usual interrogation being put,
dropped upon his knees, and told 'the truth'
tho whole truth and nothing but the truth;'
and instead of seeing a frown gathering on
his lordship's countenance, he beheld him
turn with a look of triumph towards the
squire, while ho exclaimed,
"An honest man's the noblest work of God."
Tho ladies are informed in conclusion,
that the sipjiro's forfeited sheep were given
to Cathleen as a dower, and in taking the
hand of her shepherd, she promised never
again to put his truth and constancy to so se
vere a trial.
Hero's "such a good 'un" from the N. 0.
Pic "A loafer who had got his Chritmas
load on, "fetched up" against the side of a
house which had been newly painted.
Shoving himself clear by a vigorous eflbrt,
ho took one glimpse of his shoulder, anoth
er at the house a third at his hands and
exclaimed, "Well thats adarn'd careless
trick in whoever painted that house, to leave
it stand out all night for people to run a
gainst !"
Reflection. Charlotte, said a gentlemah
to his daughter ono day, you aro really too
giddy, and I fear never give yourself limo
for reflection. ' Pon honor, then, pa,' re
plied the young lady, laughing, you may
mako yourself perfectly easy on that account
for I genetally spend, half the day at the
looking-glass,"
THE MISTAKE.
It was early on a clear mooonlight even
ing that a young sailor just reached his
homo in the country, from the port he had
arrived. He changed his tarry habiliments
for his citizen's dress, and on tho wings of
love took his way to call on his betrothed.
At tho mansion of her who now filled his
thoughts, he stopped. Soon with the
knocker in his hand he stood with a palpi
tating heart, and knooked at the door, while
with shuflling foot he gently tapped at tho
sill, as impatiently he wailed for its open
ing. Is Caroline at home ?' asked the youthful
lover, with a smile, as the door swung back,
and a black eyed girl stood before him with
a light.
'She is not, sir 1' replied the young la
dy; 'Not at homo 1 and do you not know
me?'
'I havo not that pleasuio, sir,' answered
she, 'but walk in.'
'Is not this Mr. Smith' shousc, and the
residence of Caroline Smith ?, asked ho al
most confounded.
'It is; but she is not at home.'
At that instant another female of the
house crossed the hall. 'Not at home?' c-
jaculatcd the lover, with a bound spring
ing wilhin tho door and embracing the sec
ond yound lady, who shrieked and fainted.
The house was instantly in alarm, and it3
male and female inmates came rushing into
the hall. The sailor partially bending over
the inanimate form of the lady, while con
sternation was depicted on the countenance
of all.
'Who are you, young man ?' demanded
the father of the girl in authoritivo voice,
to him as he was rising up, but at that in
stant he caught sight of his face. 'Ho wel
come back again, George It is you ?'
'It is me; but is it possible that Caroline
does not know me ?' replied the anxious
sailor.
Caroline why, that is not Caroline.'
'Not her, then who is sho ?' gasped he
At this instant the streert door again opened
and his betrothed stood before him, and in
another moment was encircled ill Inn arms
An celaircissment now took place; the
twin sister of Caroline, whom George had
not seen, had returned during his absence,
and she is the perfect picture of her sister.
'It's a laughable mistake,' said the father,
leaving the hall to them, while George was
now introduced to the new inmates of the
family.
'You'll not mistake me again,' said El
len.
"Not unless Carolino is absent," said
George, with delight The next day tho
lovers were united; and often as memory
recalled the incident, George laughed at his
mistake,
Keep yoilr countenance. A very good
lady in Boston had in her employment a
young man from the country. On certain
occasions he was instructed to inform any
company who might ring at tho door, that
' Mrs. was not at home.' One day
John made this reply to an intimate friend
of tho lady, who went away leaving a card
and a promise to call again. As the card
was handed to Mrs. , she said, John
what did you say to tho lady ?' ' 1 told her
that you were not at home !' ' Well.John,
I hope you did not laugh.' 'Oh no,ma'am,'
said John, ' I never laughs when I tell a
lie'
A greenhorn lately took a notion to got
married. After tho ceremony was conclud
ed, Jonathan took a quarter dollar from his
pocket, deliberately walked up to the par
son and handed it to him saying, ' Parson,
hcep the whole, you need'nt give me back
any change."
A parish clerk, not far from Banbury, a
few Sundays since, gavo out ns follows :
' The inhabitants of this parish aro to take
notice that a public vestry will bo held on
Wednesday to take notice what color the
church shall bo white icashed"
ANOTHER HpOSIERY STORY. ,
Tho following story wo copy from a
Buffalo paper, and was related by a live
Hoosicr:
Stranger t expeeJt you are about the)
tallest kind of a coon there is in this diggins.
Your little Buffalonian walks straight into
things, like a squash Vino into a potatoe)
patch.
I come down the other day ill tins sAcamJ
boat Cleveland. Sho's a piolty fixin, golly
ain't she a smasher.? Once doming down
a streak of lightning followed three miles
and better. The captain said it was gain
ing on us a little, so ho told tho man to
starboard the helm and let it go by. It did
go like a horse, and we were so neai it that
the deck passengers smelt biimstone.
The captain felt a little cheap at first, a
bout Idling it beat him, and said the steam
was'nt up; I told him ho did perfectly right
to turn out, as there was so many womert
on board, and then there was so much iron
that it drew tho lightning and helped it a
long, so it warn't fair play.
You should have heard tho thdndef that
came along just after it. It would havo
given you a new idea for one of your arti
clcs.
Perhaps you don't know where I comb
from. Give us your fist now, and I'll tell
you all about it. When I'm homo I stop
in tho Chuckahoke diggins, in the state of
Indiana. We raised an almighty drop of
wheat this year, I reckon nigh uptm four
thousand bushels and a sprinkling of corn
oats, potatoes and garden sass. You could
hear the arth groan all around our settlement
the crops were so heavy, and that's vhat
gives rise to the stories about tho earth
quakes, to hear coin grow as it did, and as1
to the potatoes, I'll bo skinned alive if ever
I saw any thing like it. Why any ono of
them warm nights you just go into a littio
patch of fifty acres, close to the house and
hold your caf down, and yon could hoax
the young potatoes quarrelling, and tho old
ones swearing at them, because thoy didn't
lay along and stop crowding. I calculate
vou did't raise such crops in these parts.
AVliy, one day ono of our squash vines
chased a drove of hogs better than a half a
mile, and they ran and squalled as if the old
boy was afler them. One little pig stubbed
his toe and fell down, and was never seen
afterwards.
We got in pretty much all the crops and
I told the old man I would take a trip down
east and see the old folks, grand-fathers and
mothers, aunts aud cousins, a pretty con
sidflrable heap of them, I cplculate; down to
old Vermont. So I packed up my plunder
got into the stage and started.
I rccken I'll have a little fun among you
before I take a canal boat for down east.
All I'm after is to be clawing into tho pump
kin pies about thanksgiving time.
Anecdote fme years since, a lady Do
ticing a nelghbeoT-vflu?rs was not in her1
seat at church'onSdbbadi, called, on her;
return homo, to enquire what should detain
so punctual au attendant- On entering tho
house, sho found the family busy at work;
Sho seemed surprised when her friend ad-"
dressed her, ' Why, la ! where have you
been to day, dressed out in your Sabbath
day clothes?" To meeting.' 1 Why,
what day is it ?' 'Sabbath-day.' 'Sal,
stop washing in a minute ! Sabbath-day !
Well I did'nt know it, for my husband has
got so darnctl stingy lie wont talto the
newspapers now, and wc know nothing.
Truth neatly spoken. " Send them all
to ," exclaimed a saerilegcous ruffian,
speaking of paupers. " Belter send us te)
heaven, your honor, wo shall bo more out of
your way there," replied ono of them
Franklin It is rather a curious indident
that when the American Congress sent Dr.
Franklin, a printer, as Minister to France,
tho Court of Versailles sent M. Gerard, a
book-binder, as Minister to tho United
Stales' When Dr. Franklin was told of it,
ho exclaimed, Well, I'll print the Inde
pendente of America, and M. Gerard will
bind it,"