THEY say I'm óf a Propaganda school INTO two classes áll men f divide, The oppressed on this, the oppressors on that, síde; Lét them change námes and places as they will, Oppressors and oppréssed I find them still. Walking from SUHL to OBERNHOF in the THURINGIAN FOREST; Oct. 4, 1855. PLEASANT it is to journey on and on, Obsérving still new lands and peoples strange, Which with so friendly courtesy receives us, Thát we stop shórt and sảy: "Why one step further?" PROVIDENCE versus CHANCE AND FATE. THE ship struck on a rock by accident, And sánk, and all on board were lost but two, WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Sept. 3, 1855. No wonder, reáder, that from all I say Thou túrn'st with closed eyes and closed ears away, Fór in this point at least all men agree, That each will teacher, none will learner, be. WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Sept. 13, 1855. INSCRIPTION FOR A LUCIFER - MATCH BOX. (1) PROMETHEUS' feát to thine was but a patch, Glórious inventor of the lucifer-match! Thou steal'st not fire, but mák'st it fresh and new; And, what even Heaven forgót, hid'st it from view. WEINSBERG (WÜRTTEMBERG), Sept. 20, 1855. Dówn my head Laid like lead, Clothes tucked in Under chin, I begin Not to sleep, But to weep Wondering why Instantly, And down low, Tó Styx go, Faithless Joan Flown away, Would not stay, Lack a day! Well, let bé! Plain I see "Twould kill me Thé hayrick, Whére, close by Joán's house, I Used to lie On the ground, Tó live free," And a look, Of the brook Ánd grass plat Ánd thatched cot. The fresh sun, His day's run Just begun, Clad with bright Ruddy light Tower and height, |