America should heed. And then The doubtful French beyond the sea'T would make them truer, nobler men To know how this may be." "It's twenty years or more," urged he, She's dead this twenty year." FABLE Joaquin Miller. THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter "Little Prig"; Bun replied, "You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere, And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut." Ralph Waldo Emerson. Hoch! Der Kaiser 291 HOCH! DER KAISER DER Kaiser of dis Faterland Und Gott on high all dings command, Vile some men sing der power divine, Dere's France, she swaggers all aroundt; She vill not dare to fight again, Dere's grandma dinks she's nicht small beer, She'll learn none owns dis hemisphere She dinks, good frau, fine ships she's got Und soldiers mit der scarlet goat. Ach! We could knock them! Pouf! Like dot, In dimes of peace, brebare for wars, In fact, I humor efery whim, Rodney Blake. WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS GINERAL B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks; Robinson, he Sez he wunt vote for Gineral B. My! ain't it terrible? Wut shall we do? We can't never choose him, o' course-that's flat: Robinson, he Sez he wunt vote for Gineral B. Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man: He's been on all sides that give places or pelf; But consistency still was a part of his planHe's been true to one party, and that is himself; So John P. Robinson, he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. Gineral C. goes in for the war; He don't vally principle mor'n an old cud; Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. We're gettin' on nicely up here to our village, With good old idees o' wut's right an' wut ain't; We kind o' thought Christ went against war and pillage, What Mr. Robinson Thinks An' that eppyletts worn't the best mark of a saint; But John P. Robinson, he Sez this kind o' thing's an exploded idee. The side of our country must ollers be took, An' President Pulk, you know, he is our country; An' the angel that writes all our sins in a book, Puts the debit to him, an' to us the per contry; An' John P. Robinson, he Sez this is his view o' the thing to a T. Parson Wilbur he calls all these arguments lies; Is half on it ignorance, an' t'other half rum; 293 Sez it ain't no such thing; an', of course, so must we. Parson Wilbur sez he never heered in his life Thet the Apostles rigg'd out in their swallow-tail coats, An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes; Sez they didn't know everythin' down in Judee. Wal, it's a marcy we've gut folks to tell us Sez the world'll go right, ef he hollers out Gee! James Russell Lowell. THE CANDIDATE'S CREED BIGLOW PAPERS I DU believe in Freedom's cause, I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal Pharisees; It's wal enough agin a king To dror resolves and triggers,— But libbaty's a kind o' thing Thet don't agree with niggers. I du believe the people want For I hev loved my country sence My eye-teeth filled their sockets, An' Uncle Sam I reverence, Partic❜larly his pockets. I du believe in any plan I go free-trade thru thick an' thin, The folks to vote-and keep us in I du believe it's wise an' good An' orthydox conditions; I mean nine thousan' dolls. per ann., Nine thousan' more fer outfit, An' me to recommend a man The place 'ould jest about fit. |