THE MANES OF THE BRAVE. Now that war has, in human distress, done its best; Now that, glutted with mischief, fell slaughter's at rest; Now that smiling content crowns the peasant's clean board, And the industrious ploughshare takes place of the sword; In this season what care o'er the fancy shall brood? Now that loud acclamations expand through the air, At one grateful idea the tumult shall end, The soft flute the sad cadence alone shall suspend; Proud award of those heroes for glory who burn, Shall from heav'n cheer those mourners who throng near each grave, And dry up their tears for the manes of the brave. THE LETTER N. Up from a loblolly-boy none was so cute, Of the whole criss-cross row I in time know'd the worth; For N stands for nature, and noble, and north, She soon was my wife, and I sail'd round the world, For I now read in books about heroes and fame, In the midst of this bustle I lost my poor friend, For I know'd not false heart with a fair face to blend, I liked my friend well, and deplored him ;-what then? My wife was the first in my fancy; For, though B stands for buck, brother, bottom, and Ben, Yet N stands for needle and Nancy. Well, I've weather'd life's storms, and till laid a sheer hulk Will my absence again never shock her; Thanks to Fortune, at sea I've no need to break bulk, For I've plenty of shot in the locker. Our kids play around us, and still to pursue The letter so dear to my fancy, Though nineteen twice told noons and nights but renew The nice natty notion of Nancy. EACH HIS OWN PILOT. www I was saying to Jack, as we talk'd t'other day That if people in life did not steer the right way, Now, when a man's caught by those mermaids the girls, He runs, while he's list'ning to their fal de rals, Thus, in steering in life, as in steering with us, To one course in your conduct resort, In foul winds, leaving luff and no near, keep her thus; In honour's line ready, When fair, keep her steady, And neither to starboard incline nor to port. If he's true in his dealings, life's wind to defy, |