LÍTTLE children, táke it kindly When your parents flóg and chíde ye Fór each lié they catch you télling Little children múst not téll lies.
"Bút big people óften téll lies; Why mayn't we do like big people?" Just because ye are little children, Ánd don't knów how tó behave yet;
Don't know how yet tó discriminate Which are right and which are wrong lies, Which lie 's dángerous, which lie safe is, Which from Gód comes, which from Sátan.
"Bút our parents álways say to us:- 'Yé must néver néver téll lies.'" Tó be súre; no párents like to
Háve lies told them by their children.
Évery lié ye tell your parents,
Tó your parents is an injury;
Hów can they their children rúle, if By their children hoáxed and cheated?
"Só when we have left our parents, Ánd are grown up men and women, Ánd our liés no móre can harm them, Wé may téll lies like grown people?"
Nót a doubt of it; thére 's no hárm in Dóing what 's done by your párents, Núrses, teachers and relátions; if 'twere wrong they would not do it.
"Máy we say we 're not at home then, Ás mammá says when she 's dréssing? Máy we say we have gót a headache, When we are only out of húmour?
"When a friend comes in to seé us, Máy we smile and seém quite happy, And the móment hé has his back turned, Sáy we scárce could beár the sight of him?"
Yes yes, áll this and as múch more, Twice as múch more, yé may do then, Ánd your children, if ye háve any, Flóg for lying, át the same time.
"Shocking! shocking! wé 'll not dó it; Either wé ourselves will speák truth, Ór at least we will not púnish
Thém for doing what ourselves do."
CARLSRUHE, March 9, 1856.
"Quam satus Iapeto, mistam fluvialibus undis,
Finxit in effigiem moderantum cuncta deorum."
THE wise son of Jápet made man in God's image Japet's far wiser grandson made Gód in his ówn. CARLSRUHE, Jan. 25, 1856.
TOWARD hope's beacon far- gleaming across the wild waters Thou that cleávest with strong arm and stoút heart thy way, Swim ón and fear nothing; thou súpp'st with thine Héro, Or the deep sea provides thee with súpper and béd.
CARLSRUHE, Jan. 24, 1856.
FROM my heart to my head, from my head to my hand, From my hand to my pén, from my pén to my páper, From my páper to types, and from týpes to more páper, To thine eyes then, and heád, and at lást to thine heart Dost not wonder, sweet reáder, this roúnd-about way From my heart to thý heart was ever found out?
HE diéd, and the emancipated soul Flew upward, úpward, till it came to -
Where it was told, that, háving left at night,
It should have gone down, nót have moúnted úpward, For heaven, above all day, by night was downward. Bút the soul béing ethérial coúld not sínk down Through the thick dénse air, and but higher róse The more it struggled to fly headlong downward. Só in compássion hell's gate-pórter stówed it In neighbouring Límbo with unchristened children's Innocent helpless spírits, súicides,
And souls which, like itself, had gone astray, Thére in asylum sáfe the tédious tíme
To while as bést it might till móther chúrch Decided how at lást to be disposed of
Convénient Límbo's church-perplexing spírits. CARLSRUHE, March 19, 1856.
EVERY day that I live adds tó my knowledge And fróm my coúrage tákes; so when I have coúrage It's of no use to me for wánt of knowledge,
And when at lóng and lást I 'm full of knowledge,
I cannot use it, being in wánt of coúrage.
CARLSRUHE, March 21, 1856.
on a time a thousand different mén Togéther knélt before as many Gods
Each from the other different as themselves Were different each from each, yet didn't fall out, Or cút each others' throats amidst their prayers "Stop there! that never happened, ór, if it did, "Twas by a miracle; or if it happened
Really and in the way of nature, tell me
How, whére, and when, what kind of men they were, What kind of Gods didn't even the Gods fall out?"
Not éven the Góds; I'll tell thee how it was;
But árt thou trústy? cánst thou keep the sécret? "Yes yes." Then in thine ear: the thousand Gods. Had all the sélfsame náme; so every God, Hearing no náme invoked except his own, Beliéved that évery man of all the thousand Worshipped him only; while each one of all The thousand worshippers, hearing no name Excépt his own God's name invoked, believed That évery one of all the whole nine hundred Ninety and nine worshipped no God but his; So all the thousand men together lived
In love and peace, as holding the same faith, Ánd of the thousand Góds not óne was jealous.
CARLSRUHE, Jan. 13, 1856.
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