TIIE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX.
TORTLAXD,
DECEMBER
17,
3
191C
REQUESTS TOR FAVORITE OLD POETIC GEMS TAX MEMORIES
Poems, Popular and Classic, Are Resurrected From Pages and Books Long Since Forgotten.
by Miss Carolyn Wells. In "A Whimsey Of one version we have received two
Long, long ago, longlong ago.
list of requests from readers
Anthology." Mrs. T. Dahl sends, it la copies, and we are reprinting it here.
the page of old poems continues Tou by more eloquent lips have been
response to a request.
It is probably the ballad tfi"at was
praised.
too great to meet, although
wanted,
and is a good example of tbe
Long,
ago.
ago.
long
long
abone;
dry
as
as
As
as
a
wet
fish
page
in
usually
send
readers of the
crude balladry of the early days. The
long absencev your truth has
As live as a bird as dead b a stone;
copies of desired poems within a few But bybeen
are H. B. Crouch, of Wood
As plump as a partridge as poor as contributors
days after the publication of a re- Still to your tried;
land. Wash., and a friend who writes
accents I listen with pride;
a rat;
quest.
from
Or. The song wa4
Monmouth.
Blest as I was when I sat by your aide.
Aa strong" as a honse as weak as a cat; sung more
Among the requests received the folthan half a century ago.
Long, long ago. long ago.
Aa hard as a flint as soft as a mole;".
lowing are a few:
As white as a lily as black as a coal;
TEXAS RANGER.
Mrs.. W. L Skip ton. of Salem, the
Eugene Hall's "old Settlers jneetln"
As plain aa & pikestaff as rough as Come
old sons running:
all you Texas Rangers,
story is contributed by Mrs. H. H.
a bear:
Wherever you may be:
As light as a drum as free as the air;
"For it's bang-- banc:, bans: goes the Smith.
J will tell you of some trouble
As heavy aa lead as light as a feather;
hammer on the anvil all day loner. HOW WE TRIED TO WHIP THE
happened unto me.
as
That
As steady as time
uncertain
Sweetest is the music made by honest
weather;
toiling; in that old. village black- I wuz a boy TEACHER.
ungainly,
seventeen,
o'
My
name Is nothing extra.
Aa hot aa an oven as cold as a frog:
smith shop,"
an' tall.
And that I will not tell:
As gay as a lark aa alck as a dog;
And also the poem containing the Ez green ez eny gozlln', hut I tho't-am
I
a roving ranger.
as
as
aa
swift
As slow
the tortoise
lines:
know'd It all.
And I sure wish you well.
tho wind;
" "Oh, ho!' said the Irishman, 'I had I went to school at Piano. I chopped up
As true asth gospel aa false aa manwood and chored
It was at the age of sixteen
a very queer dream:
kind;
"Wilkinson to pay him
r Joined this jolly band.
I dreamt I saw a haystack down by a Fur Zephanlah
as fat as a pig:
Aa thin as a herring
my
,
for
board.
pearly stream"
As proud as a peacock as blithe as a To march from San Antonio
Lnto. the RKi Grande.
grig;
The address of Spartacus to the glad- One day Philetus Phlnney. another hoy
As savage as tigers as mild aa a dove; Our captain
iators is wanted by another reader. Is
In school.
he informed us.
As stiff as a poker as limp as a glove;
"The Burial of Sir John Moore"
About ex rough an' raw es I about
Perhaps he thought It rieht
As blind as a bat as deaf as a post;
requested by another.
ex big a fool
you
gain that station."
"Before
a
warm
as
as
Aa cool as a cucumber
"Tommy's Prayer" Is askeqV by "Mrs. Just hinted, in a private way, "would
said ne. "Boys, you'll have to fight!"
toast;
E. L." The first stanza follows:
be a right smart featur
As flat as a flounder as round as a
us lots of glory, .if we'd up
I heard the bugle sounding. x
"In a dark and dismal alley where An' give
ball;
an lick the teacher.
the sunshine never came
"Jur captain gave command;
aa
an
aa
sharp
a
As
aa
blunt
hammer
ask no better fun than
To arms! To arms!" be shouted,
Dwelt a little lad named Tommy, sick- "We wouldn't
awl;
jist to make him climb.
ly, delicate and lame;
"And by your horsea stand."
aa
Aa red as a ferret as safe
tha
He had never yet been healthy, but had "We'd have a long vacation an' a whopstocks;
per
a
time.
of
w.as
horn
lain since he
I saw the Indians coming:
As bold as a thief as sly as a fox;
Dragging out his weak existence," etc.
1 heard them raise the veil:
As straight as an arrow as. crook' d as My
Mrs. W. C. Hudson, who supplied us The teacher he was sickly he was not
feelings at that moment
a
bow;
ez
big
as
I
with a copy of "The Tankee Girl" last I
No tongue could ever tell.
Aa yellow as saffron aa black as
knew that we could bounce him It
"week, requests "The Deacon's Mastersloe:
we didn't half but try.
piece," "Highland Mary" and "Bingen
As brittle as glass ras tough as gristle; I saw their glittering lances:
For eny on on look'n at him would
on the Rhine."
as my nail as clean as a MyTheir arrows 'round me hailed:
Aa
neat
a said on sight
Mrs. H. G. Cooper, of Arlington, who
heart, it sank within me.
whistle;
pent us the copy of "The Master Is Ther wuzn't eny sand In him an not
And my courage almost failed.
Aa good as a feast as bad a a witch:
a speck o' fight.
Coming." wants" the words of the old
pitch";
day
light
aa
Is
as
as
is
As
dark
His hands they wan't accustomed much
'cons, "Little Baby's Gone, to Sleep."
We fought for nine long hours
As brisk as Jk bee as dull as an ass;
to hangin' on to- ploughs.
W. J. Collins asks for the poem on
tserore the strife was o'er:
aa brass.
as
a
as
As
tick
solid
full
corn,
To holn'
to cradlin' wheat, or
(Seattle, which begins:
'
The
like of dead and wounded
millcin' twenty cows.
I never saw before.
unfailing
Luce,
"Beside the blue Pacific seas she builds Philetus
a
Ruth
of
contributor
mop
use
for
said
a
him
he'd
'
seal and liberality, sends the following Five as
her battleships.
to mop the floor.
brave and noble rangers
requested verses:
And while her fair and ' fertile fields An' when
begged
an
he
hollered
that
as ever roamed the Weet.
sows,
busy
hand she'
with
out
GIAEVRA.
hist
him
the'door.
.we'd
Were buried by their comrades.
Ehe hears afar the Russian bells ring
t
BY SAMUEL ROGERS.
sweet be their peaceful rest!
put across the. snows."
We told the hoys at recess o" tha plot
you should come to Modena
ever
If
"Jessie's Dream" is another request.
that we had planned;
(Where among other relics you may see I thought" of my poor mother"
;
They said if we couldn't down him
It runs as follows:
Tassoni's bucket but 'tis not the true
wno In tears to me did say:
they'd lend a helpln' hand;
one).
you
"Far away to bonnie Scotland has my But big
To
they are all strangers:
Philetus Phlnney, he wuz
Stop at a palace near Regglo-gatspirit taken its flight
With me you had Better stay!"
tickled ez could be;
And I see our mother spinning In our
by
one
old
In
of
of
Dwelt
Donatl.
the
To think we tho't a snip like that could
highland home tonight;
It noble gardens, terrace above ter- - I thought her old and childish;
a chap like he;
ace.
The best she did not know:
I see the kine plough," etc. and my father 'F I'd lick
over,
make
the
bucket
he'd
kick
And rich in fountains, statues, cy My mind was fixed on ranging
at the
teacher
dance
the
presses.
Ana i was bound to go.
The old hymn. "How Tedious and He'd flop him in the water, and he'd
you; but before you go.
Will long deta-iwas reprinted a
Tasteless the Hours,"
mop It with hia pants.
pray
'
you have a mother.
Enter
the
not.
I
it
Perhaps
reago.
A copy of it was
short time
you
Likewise a sieter. too;
ceived too late to be used from James We heard the achoolbell rlngin', we
upon
picture
And look awhile
there And maybe a sweetheart.
a
Barton Adams, of Vancouver, the pioin
To weep and mourn for you.
neer newspaper poet of the .West, ac- I run scrambled
on pupus,
again' the water-pai- l,
a
youth.
lady
of
in
'Tis
earliest
her
companied by the following letter:
I fell;
an'
family:
The last of that illustrious
This being the situation.
"The verses a Milwaukle woman I struck upon a stick o' wood, I badly
(The following poem by Charles B. Clark, Jr.. has been regarded as one of the best bits of poetic
Done by Zampieri but by whom I care
Altho you lave to roam.
asked for were often sung in the old
my shin.
ranges,
raked
probably
picturesque
has
and
of
around
the
life
the
been
found
have
its
sentiment
clustered
that
not
I would advise you, by experience.
Methodist Church I was compelled to The water swosbed upon me, an' It wet
poem that has been written in many years. We are.
any
way
cowboy
scrapbooks
more
Into
other
than
on,
He who observes It ere he passes
You'd better etay at home.
sit in when a small boy three score
me to the skin.
indebted for the copy used here to Mrs. A. U. Wallace, of Portland.)
Gazes his fill, and comes and comes
years asro. I then thought it was the
again
very quintessence of refined cruelty to That scrawny .little teacher, why! he
0, Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; Let me be easy on the man that's down
Henry Butler, of Ballston. sends "The
That he may call it up when far away.
have my neck and ears washed every
bounded from his chair,
And make me juare and generous with all;
I love creation better as it stood
First Snowfall." which was requested.
Sunday morning, be dressed in my lit- He took me by
he
the
trous'ea.and
apeak
inclining
as
to
She
sits
forward
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town,
That day you finished it so long ago
tle best and hustled off to Sunday
atr.
held me in
THE FIRST SNOWFALL,
Her Upa half open and Ht fincer up.
pchool, at the conclusion of which Then round an' the
But never let thorn say I'm mean or small.
And looked upon your work and called it good.
round an round an1
though
By James Russell Lowell.
As
"Beware!" Her
she
said:
father and mother would be waiting
top.
me
round he whirled
like a
.," Make me as big and open as the plains;
you
light
others
find
in
know
the
that
I
gold
snow
vest
ot
The
had begun In the gloaming.
outside to take me with them into, the An' when I seed a thousand stars, he
clasped
sifte'd
flowers,
panes,
busily all the night
my
Broidered.
And
horse
As
window
with
honest
and
through
as
between
down
the
knees;
tinted
That's
church room and compel me to listen
sudden let me drop:
froih
Had
to
been
heaping
head
foot:
field and highway
warnto the
you
yet,
I seem to feel
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains;
and brimstonish
near tonight
And
He took me an' he shook ma till I
An emerald stone in every golden clasp With a silence deep and white.
ings of an old fogy minister with
I should die
tho't
that
plains.
hawk
down
as
starlight
quiet
Free
circles
dim,
on
the
breeze.
the
that
the
on
And
brow,
alabaster,
fairer
than
her
glasses on his eyes as big as silver He swished me with his ruler till my
i
A coronet of pearls.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
dollars and not hair enough on his
pants were nearly dry.
But then her face.
Wore efmine too dear for an earl.
Forgive me, Lord, when sometimes I forget;
bean to stuff a pm cushion. .
I thank, you, Lord, that I am placed so well;
While big Philetus Phinney he wttJ Jist
yet
lovely,
So
so arch, so full of mirth
And the poorest twig on the elm tree
"Then during the afternoon I was
too car d to laugh.
hid".
my
reasons
so complete;
You
you
the
freedom
are
understand
have
made
that
That
overflowings
an
The
of
heart
innocent
Was ridged deep with pearL
compelled to read the Sunday school He let the teacher thrash me till I
You know about the things that gall and fret;
That I'm no slave cf whistle, clock and bell,
It haunts me still, though many a year
book that had been given to
bellered like a calf.
"
weak-eyeFrom sheds new roofed with Corsara,
You know me better than my mother did.
prisoner of wall and street.
d
ha tied.
Or
the week, to be returned and changed
Like some wild melody.
Come Chanticleer's muffled crow.
for another the following Sunday, and An' all the other flghtln hoys, with
keep an eye on all that'3 done and said;
Just
let me live my life as I've begun,
Just
Hangs.
Alone
The artff rails were softened to swan'a
it
study the Bible verses I had to recite
white an' frightened looks.
Just right me sometimes when I turn aside,
And give me work that's open to the sky;
Over a mouldering heirloom, its com
down.
at the next Sunday school meeting. At Sot shaken" in the'r very boots an'
'And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead,
panlon.
Make me a pardner of the wind and sun
And mill fluttered down the snow.
I felt that if I should neglect
that age my
ras'lin with the'r books;
An
worm
by
chest,
eaten
'
oaken
the
half
to 'say
prayors' before retiring I An O how hard they studied not a
That reaches upward toward the Great Divide.
And I won't ask a life that's soft or high.
But richly carved by Antony of Trent, I stood and watched by the window
would awake in hell with' the flames
feller spoke or stirred
Hith scatpture stories ironv the life o
The noiseless work of the sky.
ecorchinn my cute little legs and the They didn't dare to whisper or to say
Christ:
And the udden flurrien of snowbirds;
devil standing over me and asking
a single word.
seems
d
ago.
and
are
to
vest
me
recently.
to
requested
We
a
worthy
was
be
He
of
had
came
Venice,
A
and
chest
that
from
Like
My
brown leaves whirling by.
how I was enjoying the heat.
only
place on your page of old poems.
The stripes ran up and down.
indebted for the copy to Mrs. Theo.
had hel
religious enjoyment was on the Sun- What-- is that little teacher that giV Jeffries,
L. ,. WILKES, Hillsboro. Or.
of Newberg, and Henry Butler,
ducal robes of some old ancestor
The
days when the preacher would come to
I
thought
me such a scare?
of a mound in Sweet Auburn
He modest merit sought to find.
That by the way
JOB BOWERS.
it may be true or
our house for dinner, for. that meant He still is peaked lookin' he's settin' of Ballston.
Where a little headittone stood;
nav it its desert.
My name it is Joe Bowers. I have
fala
How
THE BAGGAGE COACH AHEAD. HeAnd
a chicken layout, and although I was
over thar
the
flakes were folding it gently.
had no malice in his mind
But don't forget the picture; and you
As did robins the babes iu the wood.
always helped to the armorplate back An tho' he's nearly seventy, and sickly On a dark and stormy night as a train
brother "Ike."
No
on
sbirt.
ruffles
his
not
will
come from old Missouri, and all the
ylt, I vow
of the sacrificed .fowl, with about as
rattled on. all the passengers had
When you have heard the tale they told Up spoke our own little Mabel
way from Pike:
gone to bed.
little succulent meat clinging to it ad I'd hate to hev him git those hands
neighbors he did not abuse.
me there.
now I'll tell you what brung me
And
there is on my now bald head, it was
o' his'n on me nowf
laying. "Father, who makes it snow?
Except one young man with a babe HisWas
cay.
and
sociable
And 1 told her of the good All Father
chicken all the same. I had heard it He taught me one great lesson by thaf
here, and how I come to roam. She was an only
on bis arm, who sat there witn a He wore large '"buckles in his shoes.
name
Gin
child
her
my
pore
bowed-dow- n
To leave
Who cues for us here below.
floggin in his
old mammy, and git
said that 'the good die young' and my
head.
And changed them every day.
ev ra
present advanced age may be Hue to That a braggart an' school:
so lur from Home.
a bully ar a cow The innocent one commenced crying
The joy, the pride of an injulgen
Again I looked at the snow fall
the "fact that the germs of goodness
just
then, as tho' its poor heart would His knowledge, hid from public gaze.
ard an a fool.
rather.
I used to court a gal thar, her name
ceased to feed up on me when I became
And thought of the leaden sky
break;
He did not bring in view
And In her fifteenth year became
old enough to take a hand in worldly
Sally Black.
That arched o'er our first great sorrow.
Mrs. H. II. Smith contributes tho fol One angry man said, "Make that child Nor made a noise
days. I axt was tor
bride.
marry
pleasures, innocent and otherwise.
me,
keeping
stop
you're
noise,
to
When that mound was heaped so
her
for
its
she
said it Marrying an only son. Francesco Do
lowing:
'
As many people do.
"These
were a whack;
high.
recollections have been
of us awake."
all
ria.
JOHV
SERMOX.
JAXKIVS
awakened by copying the old hymn the
But she says to me. "Joe Bowers.
'Put it out," said another, "don't keep His worldly goods he never threw
playmate
Her
her
birth
and
from
her
our
paid
Milwaukie woman asked for. It is The minister said last night, says he,
berths
I
we've
here,
before we're hitched for life.
for
remembered the gradual patience
it in
In trust to fortunes chances:
first love.
possible that you may be literally
Tou'd oughter, have a little place, to
That fell from the cloud like snow.
and want rest."
'Don't be afraid of givin ;
lived (aa all his brothers do) as
in her bridal Flake by
she
looks
there
Just
e
your
fiooded with copies from
Metha word said the man with But
flake, healing and hiding
lovln
take
wife:
If your life ain't nothin' to other folks. But never
easy
circumstances.
In
dresa.
odist brethren and sistcrn whom the
The scar of our deep plunge woe.
the child, as he fondled It close to his
Why what's the use of livin ?
gentleness,
was
gaiety,
ail
all
request sent to their hymnals.
only!f,ne
Says
Sally.
to
I
The And that's what I say to my wife.
breast.
"Dear
her.
It's
undisturbed by anxious cares.
Her pranks the favorite theme of ev er';And again to the child I whispered.
book I copy the verses from belongs
says i.
"Where is its mother? go take it to Thus
for your sake.
His peaceful moments ran;
tongue;
to my wife.
111 go to Catiforny and try to raise
I laid mine aside with
her." this a lady then softly said.
i ne snow inai nusnein ail.
Brown, that miserable sin'There's
was
everybody
he
said
And
my cloak of piety years ago- and it has
But. now the day was come, the day. Darling, the merciful
'I wish that I could." was 'the man's
stake
Father
ner.
gentleman..
old
tine
A
the hour;
been lost in the shuffle."
sad reply, "but she's dead, in the
She patted me on the back and said.
can make it fall."
Alone
He'd sooner a beggar would starve
Now 'frowning, smiling for the hun"We are indebted to M. t. Wallace for
coach ahead."
Yore
chap
to
give
the
win."
thought
than
give
people
cheerful
Good
all
dredth time.
a copy of "Christine Le Roy," which
Then, with eyes that saw not. I kissed
And give me a buss to seal the bargain.
A cent toward buyin a dinner."
To Grimes memory;
The nurse, that ancient lady preached
Chorus.
was published last Sunday, and also
ana tnrowea a dozen in.
her,
s doth his cousin. Esek Short,
decorum;
for a complete copy of "Mcrtain'a Re I tell you our minister's prime, he is, When the train rolled onward a hus
And, bin, kissing back, could not
Who made this poetry.
gave
In
youth
of
she
lustre
her
And
the
venge, in a completer form than the
I never can fergit the day, I bid adieu
know
band sat In tears.
But I couldn t quite determine.
Her hand, with her heart in it, to Fran- That my
copies used recently. This will be re- When
to all.
I heard him givin' It right and Thinking of the happiness of Just a few
kiss was given to her sister.
cesco.
,
printed when space .ois available.
T
years:
also
Sal ketched me round the middle., and
short
Folded close under deepening snow.
Mrs. Theo. Jeffries, of Newberr.
left.
a
pictures
Several copies of "Ring the Bell."
brings
of
begin
baby's
I
bawl;
a
by
recitation
For
face
"The
to
was
sermon.
Cricket."
contributes
hit
Just who
the
was the joy; but at the nuptial
which was published a short time ago, Of course there couldn't be no mistake.
When I begin, they all set in. you Great
popular many years ago.
cherished hope that s dead.
v
feast.
'Sherman's March to the Sea, a
must be acknowledged. One was re
never heerd the like.
But baby's cries can't waken her In
When he talked of
THE CRICKET.
ceived from Mrs. Mary H. Robinson.
O how they all tuk on and cried, the When all sat down, . the bride herself song popular In the Civil War times, la
the baggage coach ahead..
prayln ,
wanting.
t
was
sent in by Mrs. Mary Dailey.
of Aberdeen; another from Mrs. R. H. Fot Peters and Johnson they sot and
day I left, old Pike.
Bound for the sunny land. Brazil.
Nor was she to be found. Her father
HennecX, of Independence.
Ev'ry eye filled with tears when his
and an
She left the Cadiz shore.
scowled
SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SE.
cried:
's
story he told ot a wue wno was A vessel strongly built and rigged.
other from Otto Krogstad. Mr.
And when I got to this country, I
.
At every wdTd he was sayin.
"'Tis but to make a trial of our love!" Our camp fires shone bright on tho
copy has been'on hand for some
nary red.
and true.
To ride the deep seas o'er;
faithful
hadn't
mountains
time, but was accidentally misplaced And the minister he went on to say,
He told how he'd saved up his earnings And favoring breezes filled her ealls I had sich wolfish feelln's. I almost And filled his glass to all; but hia band
shook.
That frowned on the river below.
and was not available when a request
for years, just to build up a home
As nobly on she bore.
.
wished me dead:
of
"There's
various
kinds
cheatin
guest
guest
soon
panic
And
to
we stood by our guns in the
the
from
While
my
for two;
thoughts
lor the poem came a short time later. And religion's as good for every day
Sally,
soon
But
dear
of
spread
morning
How, when Heaven had sent them this There was a passenger aboard
Another reader calls attention to an
made them feelln's git
.
as
oring
to
to
is
meetin
it
'Twaa
eagerly
left
but
she
had
nappy
instant
that
young,
And
poem,
watched for tho foe.
error in printing the
sweet little babe, their
which ap
And whispered hopes to Bowers; I wish
think much of a man that gives
fare in gold:
That paid .no
Francesco.
When a rider came, out from the
peared December 3. The last stanza I don't
lives were blessed;
over, gave
voyage
my preachln.
I
yit.
was
had
them
ere
loud
Amens
at
But.
the
the
flying
Laughing
and looking back, and
darkness
was omitted and the last line in the And spends his time the foilowin' week In tears he broke down when he men
A price, as shall be told.
su'.l.
That hung over mountain and tree.
tioned her name, and in tears he tried That well outweighed tha glittering I got me a pick and shovel, put lo
third atanaa, it was pointed out, should
in cheatin" and overreachin'."
tinIvory
on
' have
Imprinted
"Boys, up and be ready.
his
Her
tooth
And
.
rest,
shouted.
tTrem
been "Ever and anon repeating:
to tell
the
my biggest licks.
coin
ge.
For Sherman will march to the sea!"
"Jting, ring tne Dell:
Ev'ry woman arose to assist with the
Come down upon the boulders, just But now,
I guess that dose was bitter
Aa life's not bought or sold.
to
be
was
not
found:
alas! sh.e
child, tnre were mothers and wives
The final stanza, which was omitted.
like a thousand bricks:
For a man like Jones to swaller;
that hour could anything be Theh cheer upon cheer for bold Sheron that train..
follows:
I worked both late and early, thru Nor from
But J noticed he didn't open his mouth. And
A soldier, ill and lonely, brought.
gueed
In
sleeping
one
man
was
soon
the
little
snow;
jNot once, alter that, to holler.
and
rain
hail
and
cheer,
"Bonfires are blazing and rockets as
to
homesick
heart
His
peace, with no thought of sorrow and A
Went up from each valley and glen..
Was workin' for my Sally; 'twaa all the But that she was not.
Hurrah, bays 1 for the minister
cend;
hearth
mother's
from
his
cricket
Weary
of
life
And the bugles
Dain.
the musio
same fer Joe.
Of course I said It quie- tNo meager triumph such tokens por
have even that no near.
Francesco flew to Venice, and. embarkmorn at a station he bade all A To
That came from the lips of the men;
Give us some more of this open talk Next
sight and Bound of home would give,
tend;
ing.
good-byyou."
softly
we
he
"God
bless
For
in our bankaew
the
star
that
At last I made a lucky strike; the gold Flung it away in battle with the Turk.
Shout, shout, my brother, for all, all
The tiny thing was dear.
its very retreshin diet.
ner
said.
will
itself
tell.
is well
you
lived,
long
might
story
have
Uonati
and
to
their
splendor
a
would
bright
one
More
had
in their
tellIn
Each
fer my Sally, the gal I loved
'Tis the universal chorus: "Ring, ring The minister hit .'em every time;
seen
The cricket learned to know its friend, I saved
be.
home ot the baggage coach. aneaa.
so
well;
And when he spoke of fashion.
the bell!"
Would nestle in his coat.
man wandering as in qufst of And the blessings from Northland
out in bows and things,
fer my Sally, to pour In at her An oldsomething
"We would call attention to the fact And
at his call, feed from his hand. I savedfeet.
would greet us
The request for "Old Grimes" has Come
As woman s rulin passion.
note.
a
did
But
Something
not
sine
he could not And he knew
vast amount of manuscripts And
When Sherman marched down to the;
that In the
following
con
by the
been
hug
ma
answered
and
sea
would
to
kiss
and
And
to
she
church
the
why
"Because
is this?" he asked.
not what.
sea.
received acknowledgment is sometimes
trlbutlon from Mrs. T. Dahl. Judge AI ""Sow.
styles,
call me something sweet.
delayed foi several weeks and limita
Far out at. sea we float.
When he was gone the houso remained
bert Gorton Greene, of Providence,
I couldn't help
a
whilo
often make it impossible And
tions
forward, boya. forward, to battle,
Rhode Island, was tbe author of the "They never chirp
my wife, and says
I got a letter, from my kind Silent and tenantless
to print contributions in the first issue
then went to Then
but near the shore," Cne day
We marched on our wearisome way;
Quaint old classic.
That s you,"
brother Ike.
strangers.
round.
they are received.
The
answered
sailors
after response
we
And
stormed the wild hilh of
And I gue'js it sot her thinkin'.
from old Missouri, and all the
OLD GRIMES.
But, as the fourth blue mornins It come
to several requests re
In
way
Pike;
from
years
fifty
passed
were
dawned,
ceived, we reprint the following ver Say3 I to myself,
Full
and
all
Citizen".")
Gilpin
a
(Tune:
Was
"John
God bless those who fell on that day;
that sermon's pat;
It brought to meI the goldarndest news
Lo, an unwonted sound.
forgotten.
sion of "Long, Long Ago," which was
Then Kennefcaw frowned in its glory.
good
man.
old
Grimes
man
ueer
is
dead
a
But
ever
creation;
is
hear;
that
Old
did
that
again;
day,
day
Ivy
on
an
a
u. Morgan:
idle
of search
The cricket's chirp! Again:
contributed by
Frowned down on the flag of tho
We ne er shall see him more.
My pore heart's almost break n. I When,
And I'm much afraid that most o' the
Mid the old lumber in the gallery.
The watch was faithless found.
tree.
LOC, LOXG AGO.
pray excuse this tear.
folks
He used to wear a long black coat
moiyKlering
was
noticed;
chest
That
But
the East and tbe West bore our
(By Thomas Haynes Bayley.),
Wouldn't take the application.
All buttoned down before.
and,
said
been;
'twaa
they
sea
out
have
should
at
Far
.
standard.
Now
me
to
Tell me the' tales that
were so
if he had said a word about
It aald Salme.had proved fickle, her love By one as youne, as thoughtless as Ana Sherman marched
night,
But. In the
on to the sea.
My. personal mode of slnnln'.
dear,
His heart was- open as the day,
'had
fled.
fer
course;
ship
Ginevra.
The'
had drifted from her
Long, long ago, long, long ago:
I'd have. gone to work to right .myself,
butcher, whose "Why not remove It from Its lurking,
His feelings all were true:
a
with
She'd
married
steep
sight;
lo!
in
And
pressed
we
rocks
till our ban.
X nd no', set there
Still onward
Sing me the songs I delighted to hear,
Inclined to gray
h&'r was awful red:
His hair was somequeue.
placer"
They cast their anchor, scarce In time.
ners
too,
Long, long ago, long ago.
He wore it in a
more
that,
me
it's
than
told
It
'Twa's
soon
as
on
said;
done
as
might.
but
the
Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls.
With all their hurried
Kow you are come, all my grief is re Just then the minister says, says he,
enough to make one nwear.
way
the blood of the patriots dampAnd
baby It hurst,
And now I have come to the feller Whene'er was heard the voice of pain
moved:
baby,
a
Sally
and
the
had
That
j
it fell, ana lo. a skeleton.
But for the cricket's warning note.
ened
Mia HrAftt with nitv burned..
ALet me forget that so long you have Who've lost this shower by uain' thai
hair.
red
had
m
(I
fiieraim iiicrfl
fear;,
nil nfiiq atone,
The soil where the traitor flag falls.
Ere dawned another day.
friends
The large, round bead, upon is cane
roved:
ald
ship,
on
we
paused not to weep fot the
cast
the rocks.
The noble
As sort of moral umbrellers.
Let me believe that you love as you
And now I've told you all I know, about A golden clasp, clasping a shred of But fallen
f rom ivory w&a lurncu.
Had been the dark wave's prey.
Go homo," says he, "and find your
loved
sad
this
affair.
The tiny creature saved those lives,'
Who slept by each river and tree.
Long, long ago, long ago.
Thus, ever prompt at pity's call.
faults.
About Sal havln' a baby and the baby
geld.
them a wreath cf loe
But we twined
Plying its feeble lay.
Instead of huntln' your brothers:
He knew no base design.
hair;
red
havin'
perished,
save
a
wedding
All
had
elae
lai : el
Do you remember the path where we Go himt," says he, "and wear the coats His eyes were dark, and rather small: They
a gal or a 'bby child, the
whether
But
ring
away
down to tbe
marched
along
coast
As
Sherman
the
sailed
Tou've tried to fit tbe others."
(lis nose was aquiline.
met.
letter never said:
And a small seal, her mother's legacy.
eea.
For many a toilsome mile; "
Long, long ago. long, long ago?
only
Its
ha'r
cussed
inclined
said
name,
It
Engraven
a
name
of
with
the
And always in the twilight hour
He lived at peace with all mankind.
Ah, yes. you told me you ne'er would My wife she nudged, and Brown
to be red. .
both "Olnevra."
O proud was our army hat morning.
The cricket sang awhile.
winked.
In friendship ne was true.
Author not known.
forget,
There theh had she found a grave!
eager
sight
poeket-holerose
s
That tod where tho pioe
before
their
was
Till
lota
of
behind
And
there
ago.
smilin'.
ago.
had
Long, long
long
cott
His
ehe
had
Within
chest
concealed
that
towers;
Saint Catalina's Isle.
of lookin at our pew;
Tfien, to all others my smile you pre And lots my
His pantaloons, were blue.
herself.
SiniLKS.
When
Sherman aald: ""Soya, yi-- ai
blood
I s"t
f erred:
Joy,
happiest
Fluttering
of
with
the
the
weary.
interesting
myself,
lines,
following
of
pol
to
Says
I
The
which
earth
Unharmed tha sin
Love, when you. spoke, gave a charm to
'
happy.
But today fair 8avannah Is ours!"
The following Is an old song often which the composer is unknown, but
Is gettin' a little bitter;
lutes. .. i
each word;
'
sung around the old home fireside and which have long drifted about in the When a spring lock, that lay in ambush Then sang a song for our chibftain
tell him when meetin' out, that 1
Ha passed securely o'er;
Still my heart treasures the praises I I'llAin't
there.
That cchood o'or river and loa.
at all that kind" of a critter. And never wore a pair of boots
which I have always considered worthy newspapers, contain all the stock
heard.
Fastened her down forever.
And the stars in O'jr banners fci:one
most frequently used in
Author Unknown
. For thirty years or more.
of the popularity it Is said to have at
Long, long ago, long ago.
brighter .
arranged in such a manner
talned In the days of which it tells. It
Two versions of "The Teias Ranger," - When Sberrnan marched down to tha
is humorously al.uded to by Bret Harte as to rime. The poem, if it can so be
Though by your kindness my fond
"The Baggage Coach Ahead," a typi- But poor Old Grimes is now at rest,
ua.
Isor fears misfortune's frown.
in his "Address to a Pliocene Skull' calico, ha-- i been rescued, ttoxn oblivion rectsatiy ri'4euat huve come to. hand
hopes were raised,
cal sentimental song of a score of years
THFJ
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e.
house-r-forg- et
pell-mel- l;-
1
hell-flri-
sh
Ins-thi-s
.
r
me--fo-
double-breaste-
"
.
town-meeti-
old-tim-
-
.
--
--
long-wind-
Krog-stad-
-
.
e.
e
Ite-ija- cai
I
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mist-wrapp-
ed
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"
I'l-ki- y
com-pariii-
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