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of bed and hugger her! I larfell and hollered, I crowed like a rooster, I danced round there, and I cut up more capers than you ever heerd tell on, till dad thought I was crazy, and got a rope to tie me with. Dad," sez I, “ I'm goin' to be married 19 “ Married !" bawled dad. Married !” squalled mam. “Married !" screamed aunt Jane. "Yes, married,” sez I; “married all over, married for sure, married like a flash-joined in wedlock, hooked on for life, for worser or for better, for life and for death-to SaLL' I am that very thing-me! Peter Sorghum EsquiRE!"
With that I ups and tells 'em all about it from Alfer to Ermeger! They was all mighty well pleased, and I went to bed as proud as a young rooster with his first spurs.
EXTRACT FROM THE DEDICATORY ODE FOR
TIIE GETTYSBURG NATIONAL CEMETERY, July 1st, 1869.–Bayard Taylor.
After the eyes that looked, the lips that spake
His voice all elegies anticipated ;
For whatsoe'er the strain,
We hear that one refrain ; ** We consecrate ourselves to them, the consecrated !” After the thunder-storm our heaven is blue; Far off, along the borders of the sky, In silver folds the clouds of battle lie, And round the sweeping circle of your hills With soft consoling sunlight shining through ; The crashing cannon-thrills Have faded from the memory of the air ; And Summer pours from unexhausted fountains Jler bliss on yonder mountains :
no stain where hero-blood was poured : The hörnets
, humming on their wings of lead, Have ceased to sting, their angry swarms are dead, And, harmless in its scabbard, rusts the sword ! Oh, not till now-oh, now we dare, at last, To give our heroes fitting consecration ! Not till the soreness of the strife is past, And Peace hath comforted the weary nation! So long her sad, indignant spirit held Que keen regret, one throb of pain, unequalled, Solong the land about her feet was waste, The ashes of the burning lay upon her. We stood beside their graves with brows abased, Waiting the purer mood to do them honor ! They, through the flames of this dread holocaust, The patriot's wrath, the soldier's ardor lost: They sit above us and above our passion, Disparaged even by our human tears Deholding truth our race, perchance may fashion In the slow judgment of the creeping years. We saw the still reproof upon their faces; We heard them whisper from the shining spaces: ". To-day ye grieve: come not to us with sorrow! Wait for the glad, the reconciled To-morrow! Your grief but clouds the ether where we dwell; Your anger keeps your souls and ours apart: But come with peace and pardon, all is well! And come with love, we touch you, heart to heart! Immortal Brothers, we have heard ! Our lips declare the reconciling word : For Battle taught, that set us face to face, The stubborn temper of the race,
And both, from fields no longer alien, come,
This they have done for us who slumber here--
I ask not health, nor even life-
octor, may I not have rum ?
And bid the monster strike his dart, '. To haste me from this world of woe,
And claim his own-this ruined heart.
“A thousand curses on his head
" Lost-lost-I know forever lost!
Why longer wait ? I'm ripe for liell;
WASHINGTON'S SWORD AND FRANKLIN'S
STAFF.-J. Q. Adams.
TIe sword of Washington! The staff of Franklin! O, Sir, what associations are linked in adamant with these names! Washington, whose sword was never drawn but in the cause of his country, and never sheathed when wielded in his country's cause! Franklin, the philosopher of the thunderbolt, the printing-press, and the plouyli share !- What names are these in the scanty catalogue of the benefactors of human kind! Washington and Franklin! What other two men, whose lives belong to the eighteenth century of Christendom, have left a deeper „mpression of themselves upon the age in which they lived, and upon all after time?
Washington, the warrior and the legislator! In war, contending, by the wager of battle, for the independence of his country, and for the freedom of the human raceever manifesting, amidst its horrors, by precept and by example, his reverence for the laws of peace, and for the tenderest sympathies of humanity ; in peace, soothing the ferocious spirit of discord, among his own countryment, into harmony and union, and giving to that very sworl, now presented to his country, a charm more potent than that attributed, in ancient times, to the lyre of Orpheus.
Franklin !- The mechanic of his own fortune ; teaching, in caily youth, under the shackles of indigence, the way to