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It gives a Party Platform tu, jest level with the mind
Of all right-thinkin', honest folks thet mean to go it blind.
Then there air other good hooraws to dror on ez you need 'em ;
Them's wut takes hold o' folks thet think, ez well ez o' the masses,
An' makes you sartin o' the aid o' good men of all classes.
There's one thing I'm in doubt about ; in order to be Presidunt,
It's absolutely ne'ssary to be a Southern residunt;
The Constitution settles thet, an' also thet a feller
Must own a nigger o' some sort, jet-black, or brown, or yeller.
Now, I hain't no objections agin particklar climes,
Nor agin ownin anythin' (except the truth sometimes);
But ez I hain't no capital, up there among ye, maybe,
You might raise funds enough fer me to buy a low-priced baby ;
An' then, to suit the No’thern folks, who feel obleeged to say
They hate an'cuss the very thing they vote fer every day,
Say you're assured I go full butt fer Libbaty's diffusion,
An' made the purchis on’y jest to spite the Institootion.
But golly! there's the currier's hoss upon the pavement pawin'!
I'll be more 'xplicit in my next.


BIRDOFREDUM SAWIN. We have now a tolerably fair chance of estimating how the balance-sheet stands between our returned volunteer and glory. Supposing the entries to be set down on both sides of the account in fractional parts of one hundred, we shall arrive at something like the following result: Cr. B. SAWIN, Esq., in account with (BLANK) GLORY.

Dr. By loss of one leg

To one 675th three cheers in Faneuil do.

Hall do. four fingers


do. do. one eye

occasion of presentation of sword the breaking of six ribs

to Colonel Wright », having served under Colonel Cush- one suit of gray clothes (ingeing one month.

niously unbecoming) musical entertainments (drum

and fife six months) one dinner after return chance of pension privilege of drawing longbow

during rest of natural life

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It would appear that Mr. Sawin found the actual feast curiously the reverse of the bill of fare advertised in Faneuil Hall and other places. His primary object seems to have been the making of his fortune. Quærenula pecunia primum, virtus post nummos. He hoisted sail for Eldorado, and shipwrecked on Point Tribulation. Quid non mortalia pectora cogis, auri sacra fames! The speculation has sometimes crossed my mind, in that dreary interval of drought which intervenes between qnarterly stipendiary showers, that Providence, by the creation of a money-tree, might have simplified wonderfully the sometimes perplexing problem of human life. We read of bread-trees, the butter for which lies ready churned in Irish bogs. Milk-trees we are assured of in South America; and stout Sir John Hawkins testifies to watertrees in the Canaries. Boot-trees bear abundantly in Lynn and elsewhere; and I have seen, in the entries of the wealthy, hat-trees with a fair show of fruit. A familytree I once cultivated myself, and found therefrom but a scanty yield, and that quite tasteless and innutritious. Of trees bearing men we are not without examples; as those in the park of Louis the Eleventh of France. Who has forgoizen, moreover, that olive-tree, growing in the thenian's back-garden, with its strange uxorious crop, for the general propagation of which, as of a new and precious variety, the philosopher Diogenes, hitherto uninterested in arboriculture, was so zealous? In the sylva of our own Southern States, the females of my family have called my attention to the china-tree. Not to multiply examples, I will barely add to my list the birch-tree, in the smaller branches of which has been implanted so mimculous a virtue for communicating the Latin and Greek languages, and which may well, therefore, be classed among the trees producing necessaries of life, - venerabile, donum frtalis virge. That inoney-trees existed in the golden age, there want not prevalent reasons for our believing; for does not the old proverb, when it asserts that money does not grow on every bush, imply, à fortiori, that there were certain bushes which did produce it? Again: there is another ancient saw to the effect that money is the root of all evil. From which two adages it may be safe to infer that the aforesaid species of tree first degenerated into a shrub, then absconded underground, and finally, in our iron age, vanished altogether. In favorable expo sures, it may be conjectured that a specimen or two survived to a great age, as in the garden of the Hesperides; and indeed what else could that trce in the Sixth Eneid have been, with a branch whercof the Trojan hero procured admission to a territory for the entering of which money is a surer passport than to a certain other more profitable (too) foreign kingdom? Whether these speculations of irine have any force in them, or whether they will not rather, by most readers, be deemed impertinent to the matter in hand, is a question which I leave to the determination of an indulgent posterity. That there were in more primitive and happier times shops where money was sold, and that, too, on credit and at a bargain, - I take to be matter of demonstration. For what but a dealer in this article was that olas who supplied Ulysses with motive power for his flect in bags? what that Ericus, King of Sweden, who is said to have kept the winds in his cap? what, in more recent times, those Lapland Nornas who traded in favorable breezes ? – all which will appear the more clearly when we consider, that, cven to this day, raising the wind is proverbial for raising money, and that brokers and banks were invented by the Venetians at a later period.

And now for the improvement of this digression. I find a parallel to Mr. Sawin's fortune in an adventure of my own; for, shortly after I had first broached to myself the before-stated natural- historical and archæological theories, as I was passing, hæc negotia penitus mecum revolvens, through one of the obscure suburbs of our NewEngland metropolis, my eye was attracted by these words upon a sign-board: CHEAP CASH-STORE. Here was at once the confirmation of my speculations and the substance of my hopes. Here lingered the fragment of a happier past, or stretched out the first tremulous organic filament of a more fortanate future. Thus glowed the distant Mesico to the eyes of Sawin as he looked through the dirty pane of the recruiting-office window, or speculated from the summit of that mirage-Pisgah which the i:zps of the bottle are so cunning in raising up. Already had my Alnaschar fancy (even during that first half-believing glance) expended in various useful directions the funds to be obtained by pledging the manuscript of a proposed volume of discourses. Already did a clock ornament the tower of the

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Jaalam meeting-house, - a gist appropriately but modestly commemorated in the parish and town records; both, for now many years, kept by myself. Already had my son Seneca completed his course at the university. Whether, for the moment, we may not be considered as actually lording it over those Barntarias with the viceroyalty of which Hope invests us, and whether we are ever so warmly housed as in our Spanish castles, would afford matter of argument. Enough that I found that sign-board to be no other than a bait to the trap of a decayed grocer. Nevertheless, I bought a pound of dates (getting short weight by reason of immense

a flights of harpy flies who pursued and lighted upon their prey even in the very scales); which purchase I made not only with an eye to the little ones at home, but also as a figurative reproof of that too-frequent habit of my mind, which, forgetting the due order of chronology, will often persuade me that the happy scepter of Saturn is stretched over this Astræa-forsaken nineteenth century.

Having glanced at the ledger of Glory under the title Savin, B., let us extend our investigations, and discover if that instructive volume does not contain some charges more personally interesting to ourselves. I think we should be more ecopomical of our resources, did we thoroughly appreciate the fact, that, whenever Brother Jonathan seems to be thrusting his hand into his own pocket, he is, in fact, picking ours. I confess that the late muck which the country has been running has materially changed my views as to the best method of raising revenue. If, by means of direct taxation, the bills for every extraordinary outlay were brought ander our iminedinte eye, so that, like thrifty housekeepers, we could see where and how fast the money was going, we should be less likely to commit extravagances. At present, these things are managed in such a hugger-mugger way, that we know not what we pay for; the poor man is charged as much as the rich; and, while we are saving and scrimping at the spigot, the government is drawing off at the bung. If we could know that a part of the money we expend for tea and coffee goes to buy powder and balls, and that it is Mexican blood which makes the clothes on our backs more costly, it would set some of us a-thinking. During the present fall, I have often pictured to myself a government official entering my study, and handing me the following bill:

WASHINGTON, Sept. 30, 1848. Rev. HonER WILBUR to Uncle Samuel,

Dr. To his share of work done in Mexico on partnership account, sundry jobs, as

below:„ killing, maiming, and wounding about 5,000 Mexicans

$2.00 slaughtering one woman carrying water to wounded.

.10 extra work on two different sabbaths (one bombardment and one assanlt),

whereby the Mexicans were prevented from defiling themselves with
the idolatries of high mass

3.50 throwing an especially fortunate and Protestant bombshell into the Cathe:

dral at Vera Cruz, whereby several female Papists were slain at the

altar. his proportion of cash paid for conquered territory do.

do. for conquering do. * manuring do. with new superior coinpost called “ American Citizen" ,, extending the area of Freedom and Protestantism

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» glory:

$9.87 Immediate payment is requested.

N. B. – Thankful for former favors, U. S. reqnests a continuance of patronage. Orders executed with neatness and dispatch. Terms as low as those of any other contractor for the same kind and style of work.

I can fancy the official answering my look of horror with, “ Yes, sir; it looks like a high charge, sir: but, in these days, slaughtering is slaughtering." Verily, I would that every one understood that it was; for it goes about obtaining money under the false pretence of being glory. For me, I have an imagination which plays me uncomfortable tricks. It happens to me sometimes to see a slaughterer on his way home from his day's work; and forthwith my imagination puts a cocked hat upon his head, and epaulets upon his shoulders, and sets him up as a candidate for the Presidency. So also, on a recent public occasion, as the place assigned to the " Reverend Clergy" is just behind that of " Officers of the Army and Navy” in processions, it was my fortune to be seated at the dinner-table over against one of these respectable persons. He was arrayed as (out of his own profession) only kings, court-officers, and footmen are in Europe, and Indians in America. Now, what does my over-officious imagination but set to work upon him, strip him of his gay livery, and present him to me coatless, his trousers thrust into the tops of a pair of boots thick with clotted blood, and a basket on his arm out of which lolled a gore-smeared axe, thereby destroying my relish for the temporal mercies upon the board before me!

H. W.



A writer of undoubted poetical genius, but so prejudiced in his tastes, and so erratic in his life, that he left no fitting monument of his power. “ The Bells," “ Annabel Lee," and " The Raven," are his best-known pieces. He died in Baltimore, Oct. 7, 1849.


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, - rapping at my chamber-door.
“ 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, “ tapping at my chamber-door,-

Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah! distinctly I remember : it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow : vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, — sorrow for the lost Lenore;
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, -

Nameless here for evermore.

This poem is justly celebrated as unique in its expression, and unrivalled in the wild, weird fancy of its conception.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
“ 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door, -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door :

This it is, and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said Í, “ or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore :
But the fact is, I was napping; and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber-door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you.' Here I opened wide the door :

Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before :
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token;
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “ Lenore !”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “ Lenore !”

Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.

Surely,” said I, “ surely that is something at my window-lattice :
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore ;
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.

'Tis the wind, and nothing more !”
Open here I Alung the shutter; when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or staid he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber-door;
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber-door;

Perched and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “ art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore :
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore.”

Quoth the Raven, “ Nevermore!”
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy, bore;
For we can not help agreeing, that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber-door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber-door —

With such name as Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “ Other friends have flown before :
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”

Then the bird said, “ Nevermore !"

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