great quadrennial scrambles.' Professor Lowell was born at Boston in 1819, and he fills the chair of Belles-Lettres in Harvard University. As a poet and humorist, he occupies a high position in America and Great Britain. I Du believe in Freedom's cause, I love to see her stick her claws To dror resolves an' triggers,- Thet don't agree with niggers. I du believe the people want Fer I hev loved my country sence My eye-teeth fill'd their sockets, I du believe in any plan O' levyin' the taxes, Ez long ez, like a lumberman, I go free-trade thru thick an' thin, Because it kind o' rouses The folks to vote,-an' keeps us in E I du believe it's wise an' good To sen' out furrin missions. Thet is, on sartin understood 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. I du believe in special ways O' prayin' an' convartin'; The bread comes back in many days, I du believe hard coin the stuff To make hard money out on ; I du believe with all my soul Palsied the arm thet forges yokes I du believe thet I should give Fer it's by him I move an' live, Doth bear his souperscription,- I du believe in prayer an' praise This lays all thought o' sin to rest, I don't believe in princerple, But, oh, I du in interest. I du believe in bein' this Or thet, ez it may happen One way or t' other hendiest is To ketch the people nappin' ; It aint by princerples nor men My preudunt course is steadied,I scent wich pays the best, an' then Go into it baldheaded. I du believe thet holdin' slaves Comes nat❜ral tu a Presidunt, I du believe wutever trash 'll keep the people in blindness, Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Right inter brotherly kindness, Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball Air good-will's strongest magnets, Thet peace, to make it stick at all, Must be druv in with bagnets. In short, I firmly du believe In Humbug generally, Fer it's a thing thet I perceive To hev a solid vally; This heth my faithful shepherd ben, In pasturs sweet heth led me, An' this'll keep the people green To feed ez they hev fed me. WORMS. ALEXANDER POPE. The following lines were addressed by Alexander Pope, Author of the Dunciad, Essay on Man, etc., to 'The Ingenious Mr. Moore, inventor of the celebrated worm powder.' How much, egregious Moore, are we Man is a very worm by birth, That woman is a worm, we find, The fops are painted butterflies, That flutter for a day; First from a worm they took their rise, Then in a worm decay. The flatterer an ear-wig grows, Some worms suit all conditions; Misers are muck-worms; silk-worms, beaus, And death-watches, physicians. That statesmen have a worm, is seen By all their winding play; |