Help the men thet's ollers dealin' Massachusetts, God forgive her, She's akneelin' with the rest, Wile the wracks are round her hurled. Holdin' up a beacon peerless To the oppressed of all the world! Haint they sold your colored seamen? Is your duty in this fix, They'd ha' done 't ez quick ez winkin Clang the bells in every steeple, Call all true men to disown "I'll return ye good fer evil Much ez we frail mortals can, But I wun't go help the Devil Makin' man the cus o' man; Call me coward, call me traiter, Jest az suits your mean idees,Here I stand a tyrant-hater, An' the friend o' God an' Peace!" Ef I'd my way I hed ruther We should go to work an' part,— Ef there's thousands o' my mind. From Under the Willows, and other Poems, we select, a being strikingly characteristic of our poet's style and veir of thought, AL FRESCO. THE dandelions and buttercups What gospels lost the woods retrieve! Who set man-traps of thus and so, And in the first man's footsteps tread, Like those who toil through drifted snow! I need ye not, for I to-day Will make one long sweet verse of play. Snap, chord of manhood's tenser strain! Silently hops the hermit-thrush, The withered leaves keep dumb for him; The irreverent buccaneering bee Hath stormed and rifled the nunnery Of the lily, and scattered the sacred floor With haste-dropt gold from shrine to door; There, as of yore, The rich, milk-tingeing buttercup Its tiny polished urn holds up, O unestranged birds and bees! Methinks my heart from each of these Upon these elm-arched solitudes The good old time, close-hidden here, While Roundheads prim, with point of fox, Myself too prone the axe to wield, I touch the silver side of the shield How chanced it that so long I tost O, might we but of such rare days Far-shrined from earth's bestaining strife. In our vext world here may not be, The soul one gracious block may draw And lure some nunlike thoughts to take CARY. ALICE CARY was born in Mount Healthy, in the vicinity of Cincinnati, April, 1820. Furnished with but a very limited schooling, and unsurrounded by the incitements of cultured and literary society, she surrendered herself fully to the teachings of her own sweet spirit, and the poetical influences of Nature that lay in variety and beauty around her home. At the age of eighteen she contributed verses to the Cincinnati press, which were well received; but it was by a series of sketches of rural life, published, under the disguise of "Patty Lee," in the National Era, that she first attracted marked attention. In 1850, in company with her sister Phoebe, she removed to New York, where, the same year, the two gave to the public a first volume of Poems. The works that have since been issued by Alice are: Clovernook; or, Recollections of our Neighborhood in the West, a volume of prose sketches, in 1851; Lyra, and other Poems, in 1852; Hagar, a Story of To-Day, in 1852; Clovernook, second series, in 1853; Clovernook Children, in 1854; Poems, a new collection, in 1855; Married, not Mated, and Hollywood, novels, in 1856; Pictures of Country Life, in 1859; The Bishop's Son, in 1867; Snow Berries, in 1867. She died at her residence in New York City, February 12, 1871. Of her Clovernook sketches one of our greatest poets * has said: "They bear the true stamp of genius-simple, natural, truthful—and evince a keen sense of the humor and pathos, of the comedy and tragedy of life in the country." "It is impossible to deny that she has original and extraordinary powers, or that the elements of genius are poured forth in her verses with an astonishing richness and prodigality."+ *John G. Whittier. † E. P. Whipple |