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To the beloved disciple. How I loved
the mangled corse, and then I cried
THE BLACK REGIMENT. PORT HUDSON, May 27, 1863.
Geo. H. Boker,
DARK as the clouds of even,
Down the long dusky line
“Now," the flag-sergeant cried, “Though death and hell betide, Let the whole nation see If we are fit to be Free in this land; or bound Down, like the whining hound, Bound with red stripes of pain In our cold chains again!". Oh! what a shout there went l'rom the black regiment !
w Charge !" trump and drum awoks,
Rushed the black regiment. & Freedom !" their battle-cry, * Freedom ! or learn to die
Ah! and they. meant the word,
sod Rolled in triumphant blood. Glad to strike one free blow, Whether for weal or woe; Glad to breathe one free breath, Though on the lips of death. Praying-alas ! in vain ! That they might fall again, So they could once more see That burst to liberty ! This was what "freedom" lent To the black regiment. Hundreds on hundreds fell; But they are resting well; Scourges and shackies strong Never shall do them wrong.
O, to the living few,
THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED.-- By C. B. Southey.
TREAD softly-how the head;
In reverent silence bow;
Is passing now.
With lowly reverence bow;
Greater than thou.
Lo! Death doth keep his state;
This palace gate.
No smiling courtiers tread;
A dying head.
An infant wail alone;
ROMBASTIC DESCRIPTION OF A MIDNIGHT MURDER.
'Twas night! the stars were shrouded in a vail of mist; a clouded canopy o'erhung the world; the vivid lightnings flashed and shook their fiery darts upon the earth; the deeptoned thunder rolled along the vaulted sky; the elements were in wild commotion; the storm-spirit howled in the air; the winds whistled ; the hail-stones fell like leaden balls; the huge undulations of the ocean dashed upon the rock-bound shore; and torrents leaped from mountain-tops; when the murderer sprang from his sleepless couch with vengeance on his brow,--murder in his heart, -and the fell instrument of destruction in his band.
The storm increased; the lightnings flashed with brighter glare; the thunder growied with deeper energy; the winds whistled with a wilder fury; the confusion of the hour was congenial to his soul, and the stormy passions which raged in his bosom. He clenched his weapon with a sterner grasp. A demoniac smile gathered on his lip; he grated his teeth; raised his arm; sprang with a yell of triumph upon bis via tim; and relentlessly killed-a MUSQUITO !
SHORT POETICAL EXTRACTS.
boast not thy “lion heart !"
Fail in the deepest hour of need ?
More strong, than heart of man can feel,-
S. F. STREETER
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Stops with the shore ; --upon the watery plain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
0, hark! what mean those yells and cries?
His chain some furious madman breaks! He comes! I see his glaring eyes !
Now, now, my dungeon grate he shakes! Help! help!-he's gone! O, fearful woe,
Such screams to hear, such sights to see! My brain, my brain! I know, I know,
I am not mad—but soon shall be! M. G. LEWIS.
Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again!
J. S. KNOWL13.
Hush! 'tis a holy hour! the quiet room
Seems like a temple, while yon soft lamp sheds A faint and starry radiance through the gloom,
And the sweet stillness, down on bright young heads, With all their clustering locks untouched by care, And bowed as flowers are bowed with night in prayer.
The auctioneer, then, in his labor began ;
Oh Men, with Sisters dear!
Oh! Men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives!
In poverty, hunger and dirt,
A shroud as well as a shirt! HOOD.