A voice arose from the brethren then, I watched them long in my curious dream, No forms or crosses or books had they; HOW A MAN SHOULD BE JUDGED. WHO shall judge a man from nature? Princes fit for something less. There are springs of crystal nectar Man, upraised above his fellows Men of labor, men of feeling, Men by thought and men by fame, There are foam-embroidered oceans, Toiling hands alone are builders Fed, and fattened on the same; While the poor man's outraged freedom Truth and justice are eternal, Born with loveliness and light; Sinks oppression with its titles, ARTEMUS WARD CROSSING DIXIE'S LINE. C. F. Brown. THE train of cars in which I was to trust my walerable life was the scaliest, rickytiest lookin' lot of consarns that I ever saw on wheels afore. "What time does this string of second-hand coffins leave ?" I inquired of the depot master. He said direckly, and I went in and sot down. I hadn't more'n fairly squattered afore a dark-lookin' man with a swinister expression on his countenance entered the cars, and lookin' very sharp at me, he axel me what was my principles? "Sesesh!" I answered, "I'm a Dissoluter. I'm in favor of Jeff. Davis, Bowregard, Pickens, Capt. Kidd, Bloobeard, Monro Edwards, the devil, Mrs. Cunningham, and all the rest of 'em." "You're in favor of the war ?" "Certingly. By all means. I'm in favor of this war, and also of the next war. I've been in favor of the next war for over sixteen years." At the first station a troop of sojers entered the cars and inquired if “Old Wax Works" was on board. That was the disrespective stile in which they referred to me. "Becawze if Old Wax Works is on board,' sez a man with a face like a double-brested lobster, we're going to hang Old Wax Works!" " 6 "My illustrious and patriotic Bummers !" sez I, agittin' up and takin' orf my shappo, "if you allude to A. Ward, Jr., it's my pleasin' dooty to inform you that he's ded.' He saw the error of his ways at 15 minits past two yesterday, and stabbed hisself with a sled-stake, dying in five beautiful tabloos to slow music." "And who be you?" "I'm a stoodent in Senator Benjamin's law-offis. I'm going up North to steal some spoons and things for the Southern army." This was satisfactory, and the intossicated troopers went orf. At the next station I didn't get orf so easy, I was dragged out of the cars, and rolled in the mud for several minits, for the purpose of "taking the conseet out of me," as Sesesher kindly stated. I was let up finally, when a powerful large Sesesher came up and embraced me, and to show that he had no hard feelin's agin me, put his nose into my mouth. I returned the compliment by placin' my stummick suddenly agin his right foot, when he kindly made a spittoon of his able bodied face. Actooated by a desire to see whether the Sesesher had been vaxinated, I then fastened my teeth onto his left sleeve, and tore it to the shoulder. We then vilently bunted our heads together for a few minits, danced round a little, and sot down in a mud-puddle. We riz to our feet agin, and by a sudden and adroit movement I placed my left eye agin the Sesesher's fist. Saw stars and other loominaries. Got down on the ground to see if he had dropt suthin'. I riz, and we embraced agin. Soonly I sent home a sledge-hammer blow on Sesesher's whisky orifice, which started 33 ov his grinders on a voyage down his throat, while he planted his left mawler in my baskit. I also received a slight crack on the jugoolar. By another dexter ous movmint got Sesesher's cokonut in the Cort of Chan cery, and played sooperbly on his nob. A man in a cockt hat then cum up, and sed he felt as though an apology was due to me. The crowd had taken me for another man. I was rid on a rale the next day, a bunch of blazin' tirecrackers bein' tied to my coat tales. It was a tine spectycal in a dramatic pint of view, but I didn't enjoy it. I had other adventurs of a startlin' kind, but why continuer? why lasserate the public boozum with these here things? Suffysit to say I got across Mason and Dixie's line safe at larst. AFTER THE BATTLE. THE drums are all muffled, the bugles are still; There's a voice in the wind like a spirit's low cry ; As they wait the last trump, which they may not defy! The brave heads late lifted are solemnly bowed, The groans of the death-stricken drowning, There is no mocking blazon, as clay sinks to clay; Only relics that lay where thickest the fray- Far away, tramp on tramp, sounds the march of the foe, They are fled-they are gone; but oh! not as they came; Where the wreck of our legions lay stranded and torn, From the flash of the steel a new day-break seemed born, The tumult is silenced; the death-lots are cast, Yes-the broad road to honor is red where ye passed, CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE. HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade !" Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, |