"Thet air 's an argymunt I can't endorse, — For brains," sez I, "wutever you may think, The churn would argoo skim-milk into thickenin'; 'bout our affairs," sez I, "in Kingdom-Come?"— But, come now, ef you wun't confess to knowin', You've some conjectures how the thing's a-go in'." "Gran'ther," sez I, 66 a vane warn't never known Nor asked to hev a jedgment of its own; An' yit, ef 't ain't gut rusty in the jints, It's safe to trust its say on certin pints: It knows the wind's opinions to a T, An' the wind settles wut the weather 'll be." "I never thought a scion of our stock Could grow the wood to make a weather-cock; When I wuz younger'n you, skurce more 'n a shaver, No airthly wind," sez he, "could make me waver!" (Ez he said this, he clinched his jaw an' forehead, Hitchin' his belt to bring his sword-hilt forrard.) — Jes so it wuz with me," sez I, "I swow, 66 When I wuz younger 'n wut you see me now, It's a sight harder to make up my mind, - They can't resist, nor warn't brought up with nig gers; But come to try your the'ry on, why, then Your facts an' figgers change to ign❜ant men Actin' ez ugly -"Smite 'em hip an' thigh!" Sez gran❜ther," and let every man-child die! Oh for three weeks o' Crommle an' the Lord! Up, Isr❜el, to your tents an' grind the sword!" "Thet kind o' thing worked wal in ole Judee, But you forgit how long it's ben A. D.; You think thet's ellerkence, - I call it shoddy, Thet warms ye now, an' will a twelve-month hence. Now wut I want 's to hev all we gain stick, Thet exe of ourn, when Charles's neck gut split, Opened a gap thet ain't bridged over yit: Slav'ry's your Charles, the Lord hez gin the exe "Our Charles," sez I, "hez gut eight million necks. 66 "Hosee,” sez he, “I think you 're goin' to fail: The rettlesnake ain't dangerous in the tail; This 'ere rebellion 's nothin but the rettle, It's Slavery thet 's the fangs an' thinkin' head, An' cresh it suddin, or you 'll larn by waitin' "God's truth!" sez I, "an' ef I held the club, An' knowed jes' where to strike, but there's the rub!" "Strike soon," sez he, "or you 'll be deadly ail in', Folks thet's afeared to fail are sure o' failin'; No. VII. LATEST VIEWS OF MR. BIGLOW PRELIMINARY NOTE [IT is with feelings of the liveliest pain that we inform our readers of the death of the Reverend Homer Wilbur, A. M., which took place suddenly, by an apoplectic stroke, on the afternoon of Christmas day, 1862. Our venerable friend (for so we may venture to call him, though we never enjoyed the high privilege of his personal acquaintance) was in his eighty-fourth year, having been born June 12, 1779, at Pigsgusset Precinct (now West Jerusha) in the then District of Maine. Graduated with distinction at Hubville College in 1805, he pursued his theological studies with the late Reverend Preserved Thacker, D. D., and was called to the charge of the First Society in Jaalam in 1809, where he remained till his death. "As an antiquary he has probably left no superior, if, indeed, an equal," writes his friend and colleague, the Reverend Jeduthun Hitchcock, to whom we are indebted for the above facts; "in proof of which I need only allude to his ‘History of Jaalam, Genealogical, Topographical, and Eccle siastical,' 1849, which has won him an eminent and enduring place in our more solid and useful literature. It is only to be regretted that his intense application to historical studies should have so entirely withdrawn him from the pursuit of poetical composition, for which he was endowed by Nature with a remarkable aptitude. His well-known hymn, beginning With clouds of care encompassed round,' has been at tributed in some collections to the late President Dwight, and it is hardly presumptuous to affirm that the simile of the rainbow in the eighth stanza would do no discredit to that polished pen." We regret that we have not room at present for the whole of Mr. Hitchcock's exceedingly valuable communication. We hope to lay more liberal extracts from it before our readers at an early day. A summary of its contents will give some notion of its importance and interest. It contains: 1st, A biographical sketch of Mr. Wilbur, with notices of his predecessors in the pastoral office, and of eminent clerical contemporaries; 2d, An obituary of deceased, from the PunkinFalls " Weekly Parallel"; 3d, A list of his printed and manuscript productions and of projected works; 4th, Personal anecdotes and recollections, with specimens of tabletalk; 5th, A tribute to his relict, Mrs. Dorcas (Pilcox) Wilbur; 6th, A list of graduates fitted for different colleges by Mr. Wilbur, with biographical memoranda touching the more distinguished; 7th, Concerning learned, charitable, and other societies, of which Mr. Wilbur was a member, and of those with which, had his life been prolonged, he would doubtless have been associated, with a complete catalogue of such Americans as have been Fellows of the Royal Society; 8th, A brief summary of Mr. Wilbur's latest conclusions concerning the Tenth Horn of the Beast in its special application to recent events, for which the public, as Mr. Hitchcock assures us, have been waiting with feelings of lively anticipation; 9th, Mr. Hitchcock's own views on the same topic; and, 10th, A brief essay on the importance of local histories. It will be apparent that the duty of preparing Mr. Wilbur's biography could not have fallen into more sympathetic hands. |