¥ \ 991 1 1125 py 2 H Ur^v- ;, ^- MAHOMET; OR THE UNVEILED PROPHET OF INISTAN A BOQUET FOR JENNY LIND, ) Rein n eat beau que le vrai, le vrai seul est aimable.— Boilea^. No classic lore is fouud upou my piiges. No clippings from the poets, wits, or sages, Nor is my mission to forthcoming ages. But sent to extirpate a present evil, f Whom Christians all have treated vcri/ civil ; iJi^Trom " sgeming evil" and a moral blight, • # Educe a diamond of prophetic light— A Woman gifted with the Spirit's sight. NEW YORK : PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHORESS 1850. Copyright secured according to law. h ^ / X \ i i 1 A X MAHOMET; \\ OR THE UNVEILED PROPHET OF INISTAN A BOQUET FOR JENNY LIND, Rein n est beau que le vrai, le vrai seul est aimable. — Boileau. No classic lore is found upon my pages, No clippings frSm the poets, wits, or sages, Nor is my mission to forthcoming ages, But sent to extirpate a present evil, Whom Christians all have treated very civil : From "• seeming evil" and a moral blight, Educe a diamond of prophetic light — A Woman gifted with the Spirit's sight. NEW YORK : PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHORESS 1850. ^^^ ^ ^ A / a^ TO THE PEOPLE He that saith unto the wicked, "thou art righteous," him shall the people curse; nations shall abhor him.— Prou. 2itfi chap. 24th verse. As it would have been a moral impossibility to have written Mahomet in a more elevated style than the one adopted by the author, so it would have been highly immoral to have attempted it; thereby violating an imperative law of natural adaptation, sanctioned by the highest rhetorical authority, Mr. Blair, who commands us " to adapt the style to the subject." Consequently the author presents to a truth-loving, humbug-loving pubUc, the inspiration of an indignant Muse — trusting, nay, even expecting, that its generous heart will excuse all in- accuracies, inelegancies, and indifference to classical rythm, perceptible in its style — bearing in mind that the truly poetic mind, unlike the prosy croaker, who sits complacently down to pump up thunder, (impelled by the laudable intention of arresting the course of the vicious, or ameliorating the unfortunate condition of the oppressed,) writes energetically, or rudely, but to give forth Heaven's own righteous indignation at seeing its most holy laws violated with reckless, unblushing impunity, by the wicked sons of Belial. And the indulgent reader will also remember that all true inspiration proceeds from the fountain of all truth ; its impressive imagery, the things of Earth, the glories of Heaven, or the horrors of the Pit — and that the tone, or plane of the mind, is keyed by the sub- ject. Therefore, whatever is truthfnl, beautiful, and emblematic of Heaven, will call forth from the temporarily excited imagination, and exalted soul, lan- guage appropriate to express the feelings generated by the subject. If the in- dividual subject has maintained a very high moral character, and possesses in an exalted degree, the refined and exquisite capabilities of a rehgious spirituahty, the style will be necessarily elevated, refined, chaste and glowing. But as re- gards Mahomet — to attempt to explain the whys, and wherefores, or deign to solicit an apology, would be ridiculously superfluous — indeed highly derogatory to the character of the Christian community at least. And indulging in no un- nerving, intimidating fears of critical comments from the poet's friend, the Press, those gentlemen holding the subject far beneath the imperial sphere of their kingly prerogative, and during the whole course of his iniquitous career, with- holding from an outraged community his infamous impositions, palming off on its credulity his opinions of his villainous deceptions, technically called " Hum- 6 bugs," (until the word has lost its primitive meaning, and is rather a passport lor popular favor than offensive to the ear,) as their appreciation of the merits of his vile impositions, they surely will not condescend to notice so unimportant, so humble, so imperfect an effusion. The mighty Press has higher duties to attend to. The affairs of a great nation engross its undivided attention. Those important matters must be attended to. and properly adjusted. Well paid for "editorials" enable it to give a more vigilant inspection of those weighty mat- ters. Important investigations on " doctrinal points," understood only by the metaphysical inquisitors, are sufficient to hold within the restricted bounds of sectarian apprehension the avowedly " Christian Press." The perigrinations of a clownish showman, the "caging a prophetess," are minor considerations, sub- jects far beneath its charge ; the People's national abuses, and the Church's unswerving adherence to '• trinity," duality, or unity, are themes of undying in- terest, and its peculiar province — not individual right. The evangelization of the distant heathen is of far more consequence than warning its own chosen ones of the immoral contaminating influence of the ungodly play room. Per- chance excessive dehcacy forbids expostulation. If vice and iniquity abound, they are not responsible ; if the foul, demoralizing play-room and the crucifixion embrace, they are not the supervisors of public morals ; it is not their duty to influence the people in their selection of amusements, or hold up to merited obloquy the arrogant impostor who decoys them, by false pretentions, into his artful snare. If the audacious " Sodomites" pass through the revolting scene of the unholy marriage within the desecrated presence of the Saviour, it is not a matter for them- to be cognizant of! " Let the credulous multitude he gulled if they choose to be," saith a Christian Press ; nor dares prove itself recreant to the monied interests of the foulest monster that ever profaned its "most holy faith !" N'importe. Mahomet is printed, and presented to " the People,^^ not " the PressP Will " the People" inform " the Press" on whom it is dependant for its existence ? Will the boasted " free Press," the reputed guardian of " the Peo- ple^^'' henceforth consider a lying showman's fulsome editorials a fair equivalent for the confidence and esteem of an outraged, intelligent, confiding community 1 Will the Christian Press longer assist him to hold up in solemn mockery, its most holy Sacrament ? God forbid ! But, to return from this highly important digression, the author would beg leave to say to " the People,'''' the insulted, sight- seeing, novelty-seeking, love-to-be-gulled People, of diversified tastes, and fas- tidious fancies, that graceful elegance of diction cannot atone for falsehood, even in the wildest vagaries of poetic imaginings. Those embellishments being ever used to develop, and bring into view more clearly, an important truth, thereby making the illustration more forcible, and impressive. Truth is the gem we prize. If found, we should be satisfied with its homely apparel. That old adage: " There is more poetry than truth," etc.. must have emanated from the obtuse brain of some very stupid person. Poetry is truth. The truly poetic mind is a devotee of truth, bowing at no other shrine ; it soars to the heights of the moral, and sentimental sublime on its angelic wings ; or. in obedience to its divine promptings, plunges to the sulphurean abodes of fiends incarnate for its appropriate imagery to paint the horrible picture of an insolent, shameless, reck- less, ambitious reprobate, whose deeds so vividly, so truthfully attest the resi- dence of his privy counsellor, and whose glory henceforth can be nought save the well merited scorn and execration of an outraged Christian Public ! The poet of nature's inspiring presents truth in plain, unsophisticated, spirit-stirring language ; bringing conviction home to our heads and hearts, by figures that bear the impress of their divine origin, infusing into our minds respect and ad- miration for the Fountain of all truth, whilst we immediately instinctively give credence to its divine teachings. But as a foul, debased, grovelling individual, lost to all sense of virtue, regardless of any obligations to his Maker, or his laws, bidding the Christian world defiance, manifesting no interest for the happiness or comfort of any being save self; gold his idol, licentiousness his pastime, fraud and deception his pleasure ; such a subject surely is not capable of inspiring a ■very magnificent style of poetic composition. So Mahomet claims no merit but its truth, and expects no favor but from the righteous. It is indifferent to cen- sure or applause. The end for which it is written will be answered — ^justice to the oppressor, and the oppressed. It asks not for a niche in the temple of fame ; it demands no '' abiding city" among the learned or unlearned. It does not even assume the title of Lyric, Epic, Dramatic, Epigramic, Didactic, Heroic, or Ho- meric. Satyric or Satanic, but leaves its courteous readers to assign it a position according to the dictates of their various fancies. Respectfully, THE AUTHORESS. bugs." (until the word has lost its primitive meaning, and is rather a passport for popular favor than offensive to the ear,) as their appreciation of the merits of his vile impositions, they surely will not condescend to notice so unimportant, so humble, so imperfect an effusion. The mighty Press has higher duties to attend to. The affairs of a great nation engross its undivided attention. Those important matters must be attended to. and properly adjusted. Well paid for "editorials" enable it to give a more vigilant inspection of those weighty mat- ters. Important investigations on " doctrinal points," understood only by the metaphysical inquisitors, are sufficient to hold within the restricted bounds of sectarian apprehension the avowedly " Christian Press." The perigrinations of a clownish showman, the "caging a prophetess," are minor considerations, sub- jects far beneath its charge ; the People's national abuses, and the Church's unswerving adherence to " trinity," duality, or unity, are themes of undying in- terest, and its peculiar province — not individual right. The evangelization of the distant heathen is of far more consequence than warning its own chosen ones of the immoral contaminating influence of the ungodly play room. Per- chance excessive delicacy forbids expostulation. If vice and iniquity abound, they are not responsible ; if the foul, demoralizing play-room and the crucifixion embrace, they are not the supervisors of public morals ; it is not their duty to influence the people in their selection of amusements, or hold up to merited obloquy the arrogant impostor who decoys them, by false pretentions, into his artful snare. If the audacious " Sodomites" pass through the revolting scene of the unholy marriage within the desecrated presence of the Saviour, it is not a matter for them, to be cognizant of! " Let the credulous multitude he gulled if they choose to be," saith a. Christian Press ; nor dares prove itself recreant to the monied interests of the foulest monster that ever profaned its " most holy faith !" N'importe. Mahomet is printed, and presented to " the People^''"' not " the Press?'' Will " the People" inform " the Press" on whom it is dependant for its existence 1 Will the boasted " free Press," the reputed guardian of " the Peo- ple," henceforth consider a lying shoAvman's fulsome editorials a fair equivalent for the confidence and esteem of an outraged, intelligent, confiding community ? Will the Christian Press longer assist him to hold up in solemn mockery, its most holy Sacrament ? God forbid ! But, to return from this highly important digression, the author would beg leave to say to "^/le People," the insulted, sight- seeing, novelty-seeking, love-to-be-gulled People, of diversified tastes, and fas- tidious fancies, that graceful elegance of diction cannot atone for falsehood, even in the wildest vagaries of poetic imaginings. Those embelhshments being ever used to develop, and bring into view more clearly, an important truth, thereby making the illustration more forcible, and impressive. Truth is the gem we prize. If found, we should be satisfied with its homely apparel. That old adage : " There is more poetry than truth," etc.. must have emanated from the obtuse brain of some very stupid person. Poetry is truth. The truly poetic mind is a devotee of truth, bowing at no other shrine ; it soars to the heights of the moral, and sentimental sublime on its angelic wings ; or. in obedience to its divine promptings, plunges to the sulphurean abodes of fiends incarnate for its appropriate imagery to paint the horrible picture of an insolent, shameless, reck- less, ambitious reprobate, whose deeds so vividly, so truthfully attest the resi- dence of his privy counsellor, and whose glory henceforth can be nought save the well merited scorn and execration of an outraged Christian Public ! The poet of nature's inspiring presents truth in plain, unsophisticated, spirit-stirring language ; bringing conviction home to our heads and hearts, by figures that bear the impress of their divine origin, infusing into our minds respect and ad- miration for the Fountain of all truth, whilst we immediately instinctively give credence to its divine teachings. But as a foul, debased, grovelling individual, lost to all sense of virtue, regardless of any obhgations to his Maker, or his laws, bidding the Christian world defiance, manifesting no interest for the happiness or comfort of any being save self; gold his idol, licentiousness his pastime, fraud and deception his pleasure ; such a subject surely is not capable of inspiring a very magnificent style of poetic composition. So Mahomet claims no merit but its truth, and expects no favor but from the righteous. It is indifferent to cen- sure or applause. The end for which it is written will be answered — justice to the oppressor, and the oppressed. It asks not for a niche in the temple of fame ; it demands no '' abiding city" among the learned or unlearned. It does not even assume the title of Lyric, Epic, Dramatic, Epigramic, Didactic, Heroic, or Ho- meric, Satyric or Satanic, but leaves its courteous readers to assign it a position according to the dictates of their various fancies. Respectfully, THE AUTHORESS. TO THE PRESS. haL4Ci«0SC t BKk K beep tte Inr cnalni vik temr-^OT. ZIti 1. ""And it came to pass," that die ''Wild Man of the Praiiie" spake, saying. '"WhatBitl" 2. llieii ansireied a das^iter of die tribe of the CraDahites after this man- ner : ^ Should Ay lies mate men hold their peace? And when thon wmK .^^ ^ dhoold no^ woman '^nKike tibee adiamed?" 3L Behold tboa openest Ay month with cmse^ and Ua^hemieB^and Teno- nMNK lifis, and la, ^I come to thee in Ae name of die Lord of HoBtS; the God of the aimies (^ laael, Tiham thoa hast defied." 4. '^ And Ae Lord win deirrer tbee into my hand, Aat all the nations of Ae earA may know Aat Acre is a God in laad." 3. When the feaifid spake to me after Ak manner: ° Thoa art not aUe to go against thk mig^ity man of wealtl^ lor Aon art Imt a wonoonf and he a thing of wraA and guile fiomhisyoiiA^ 6l Thenansweredl AetremUers, saying. -The Lord that defirered me firom the paw of Ae Lion and the paw of the Bear^ will deHver me oat of the hand ot this" mondteTf - seeing he liaA defied the aimies of Aeliwing God P 7. Then the suvanb of the Lord epake joyftiDy, sa jiog, ^ Go. and Ae Lord be wiAyoa.'* MAHOMET OR THE UNVEILED PROPHET OF INISTAN. The Faries are surely most wonderful creatures, Their home is a country no mortal hath seen, We know not their form, their size, or their features. We but know they've a court, and have Mab for a queen. These airy winged watchers while mortals are sleeping, Are keeping their vigils, detecting the wrong. Unfurl theu' glad pinions, the record safe keeping, They soar to their queen, when 'tis wiitten in song. While reading Asmodeus, I was much amused, And thought how the " Showman" had me so ill used. And wonder'd why some watchful sly little elf Had not told to Queen Mab how he'd treated myself. E'en then with amusement and grateful delight I gaz'd, as a Fairy appear'd to my sight — Her pinions were fluttering with pleasure and pride. And a Muse of Apollo did flit at her side. She mformed me that Mab did now reign in great glory. That she'd sent me a Muse to inspire her a story Of that waggish big Showman so tinctured with malice, That all his foul deeds are well known in Mab's palace. " Take thy pen," says the Fairy, " some verses indite. This Muse will inspire, while about him you write. No task will you find it, a Muse can with ease Make you write in smoothe numbers whenever she please. 2 10 " Tell this autocrat * Shov^-man' so guileful with art. The enchantress assists you to take your own part ; Should he have a vague fancy, you do him abuse. Bid him not to blame you, but Queen Mab and this Muse." I exceedingly feard for the versification, Having always thought numbers a mystification, And ofdmes have wondered as I pleas'd did read 'em, How the writer could make 'em with boldness and freedom. Still I felt great desire the Enchantress to please. And inspired by this Muse, wrote these numbers with ease ; But the Fairy informed me ere I did them write. That when they were written, she'd quick take her flight To the court of her queen, and the muse would then go To the home of Apollo these numbers to show — And should he approve them, she slily then hinted He'd allot them a place in the papers when printed. THE MUSE'.S' LXSPIRATIOX. Mahomet the Prophet, once Uved and did die. Though he made folks believe that he came from the sky : But he'd gold, and a villa, and plenty of wine. And a harem well filled with his ladies so fine. He sat a sovereign ; full many a gem Did grace his proud brow — 'twas his own diadem. "With his sword and his Koran he made folks believe He was God's vicegerant, and they must receive His Avill as their law, then in paradise live. Then mfilions did ^-ield to be ruFd by his nod, They bowd to the crescent, forgetful of God : The wealth of the Indies he gathered in store, He built a seraglio, yet still wanted more — Excess soon unnerved him, his pulses beat low, A gratified lust transient joy did bestow ; Though revelling in pleasure, and glutted with wine, He sat down in sorrow to sigh and repine ; Then the thoughts of his Heaven afforded small joy. As he mus'd on the bliss he there hop'd to enjoy, Saving *• o'er it I'U reign, and no care will annoy, "VMien freed from this earth, where aU pleasure doth cloy. I must soon bid adieu to this world and its shows, 11 Death bids me take leave of my friends and my foes ; While millions adore me, and hail me a God, Must I bow submissive to death's iron rod ? My gorgeous gem'd canopy change for a sod ? No, cruel despoiler, your power so strong May take me from earth, but I'll still live in song ; I will make my own coffin of wood and of steel, I will build a proud temple where Pilgrims shall kneel ; They will do me great homage as they look on high. And see me suspended between earth and sky. Held fast by a loadstone whose magical skill With great admiration all hearts will then fill." Mahomet did die as men did before. His coffin went up eighty feet from the floor ; His soul being free from the prison of clay. Set out for the regions of infinite day. He called loud to Peter to ope Heaven's gate, Says he, " I'm Mahomet, the mighty, the great !" " Be quiet," says Peter, " you've come here too late. To seek your own Heaven your leave quickly take ; We give here admittance to none but the good. Though many like you would get in if they could. No sinner can dwell in this blessed abode, 'Tis entered by none but the chosen of God, Who, by faith and repentance, and works that well prove They are free from all guile, and have tasted his love." The soul of the Prophet was fiU'd with dismay. When Satan advanced, and unto him did say, " Heed not Peter's mandate, or seek here to stay, I will now be thy friend if my will thou'lt obey ; I will take thee far distant where I reign supreme ; Thou would' st not here be happy, for love is the theme. I will be thy protector, oh ! come to my home ; No foe shall molest thee, there's plenty of room, I have kings without number, I've young and I've old. But still I've a place for Mahomet, the bold." Repulsed, shut out forever from the blest, Mahomet sought to find the place of rest He'd often painted to his followers' sight. Where lust could feast uncloyed of beauty bright. No home did he find but the mansion of woe. Where the sinner must sink who to God is a foe. 1-2 Stern Pluto receives all the banish'd of God, And makes them snbmit to be rol'd by his nod- Deep horror, dread horror, Mahomet did fill, The groans of the fdries his heart's blood did chill, But the huge rattling chains that dire Pluto did show, Caus'd the soul of the Prophet to sink in deep wo. As he bound him in feners his spirit did groan. Till the howls of the fiends were nigh drowned in his own. " Oh, wretch ^'' in wild anguish he furiously cries, "Can I from this awful abode never rise V Radamanthus replied, with a mock and a grin : " You can when youVe paid every penance for sin ; To good Pythagoras we then will you hand. With directions to place you on some Christian land." Some hundreds of years, say a dozen or more. The shade of the Prophet was bound to heU's floor. While the groans of his torment to fiends was great mirth. Pvthagoras came for him to take him to eartii. But Apollyon, ere he set Mahomet at large. With voice of authority gave him a charge : Says he, "' I unto you have lenient been. Your time has been short here to cancel your sin. To obtain your release I have taken great pains. And shall give Pluto ordei^ to sever your chains ; When you Ve made me a vow to obey all my chaige. Kind Charon will take you o'er styx in his baige. Regard well my honors while crossing the ferry. And copy the motto, * Love God and be merry.* " 13 HIS SATANIC MAJESTY'S CHARGE TO THE PROPHET BEFORE LEAVING THE REALMS OF PLUTO. To be sung in a ia Haynau, or " Down, down, down Derry, down." " You will dwell with the Christians, but heed not their will, Oppress and defraud them your coffers to fill; You must cheat, lie, and gamble, do aught to get gold — To their women prove clear you're Mahomet the bold. " Of wom'en their law will but one let you have. But more you will find that your passion will crave, For the lust that did rage when Mahomet 3'ou reigned, Can never be glutted, or even restrained. " In the bloom of your youth, while the girls are so witchin, Take for bride a hale lass from a gentleman's kitchen. She will toil for your offspring, your comfort, your ease, But you may abuse her whenever you please. " She'll oft think of your vow as she stood by your side. Of the rapture she felt as you hailed her your bride. When she vowed to be to you a kind, constant wife. And you to be continent through your whole life. " She will think of the children unto you she's borne. Of the sorrow, the anguish, her bosom have toi'n. 14 . Of her care, and her suffering, your offspring to rear, These thoughts will impel her to shed the sad tear. " She will feel your rude ti-eatment, she cannot abide, But forbear with much meekness her partner to chide ; And instead of the joys that fond love doth impart. She will carry through life but a sad breaking heart. " You must the foul mask of hypocrisy take. When Christians God worship, pretension then make That you feel mighty happy in worsliipping him, And groan like a penitent, soiTy for sin. " Their faith is a hobb}' you safely can ride ; When at Poker 3-ou lose, get the Pulpit astride. Preach hell and damnation to the impenitent sinner. Bad luck on the river, on land you'll be Minner. " I just think of a plan that unto you I'll name. To gain a few thousands from Washington's fame : Train a drunken old wench, and proclaim her his nurse. You will humbug the Puritans, fill well your purse. " Another grand scheme I'll unto you unfold : Your ' genius' must guide you, 't^Aill give you much gold. The Orang Outang's head with ease you can take, Glue it fast to a Codfish, a Mermaid you'll make. " WTule the stupid do stare at the rara avis, Inform them it came from the Fejee's far seas, That 'tis the ' non descript' they've look'd for so long ; Keep mo\-ing, and sicear 'tis the Mermaid of song ! " Get nature's * short-comings' and her over-doings, A ragged old painting from Pompeii's ruins, Aligators, Thebe's mummies, old hehiiets, and casque, But where they all came from no mortal will ask. " Get giants, and pigmies, the least and the tallest, From the beasts that do roam to the reptile tliat crawlest ; From the land, from the sea, from the birds of the air, Select what is needful to make Christians stare. " And after they've given your traps an inspection, They can slip in my play-room, nor fear the infection Of pert, flippant wantons who'll do your work cheap ; On \-ice, if 'tis gilded, they'll take a sly peep. 15 " Take pigmy Tom Thumb to Victoria's levee, Grand lords, and fine ladies, all smiling you'll see, They will roll out the guineas, they've thousands to spare ; Great han^est you'll reap at this ' vanity fair.' " Buy a title, then gull the proud Britons while there — Fix a cage for O. Nano, put skin of the bear Upon him, then call him the Prairie Wild Man ; Beware, lest when tipsy he frustrate your plan. " Return to the home of the brave and the free. All people you once knew now no longer see — You'll have learned how grand lords in famed Britain do act — Build a villa, turn nabob, rely on your tact. " You'll have money, no matter how you did come by it ; The Christians love money, they dare not deny it. By all upper tendom you'll be glad embraced, Your gold is sure passport, your crimes are effaced. " Your guests will now dine from a royal gold dish, And talk of the cl-assics while you carve the fish. Of poetry, fine arts, nay all that refines, Your vice's eclips'd by the fog of your wines. " The fruit which is stolen is ever most sweet ; That Christian's not cheated who knows not the cheat ; You will triumph in tendom, but do not be rash. Lest a bondman exact twenty thousand in cash, "As the price of his honor, his wife so defiled, But as a good Christian he'll rear up your child To grace upper tendom 'mong those of his own, Then dies the frail beauty her guilt to atone. " Take courage — whenever you meet with a loss, Buy from an old ash-man a queer looking horse. Say 'tis the * sui generis Fremont did take,' Show it off in Broadway, you some thousands will make. " This kind of pretension the Christians vdll need, To make them believe you respect much their creed ; Show up Christ in his life, that the guU'd ones may see. You honor their head, though devoted to me. " This grace of the Christians be sure that you beg. That they take a last look of the Mexican's leg ; 16 As mournful the trophy they sadly do leave, Look grave, sigh profoundly, then laugh in your sleeve. " With more ease you can humbug the people than dig — Make an effigy, call it the Binghamton pig ; Place the men 3^ou will many in wax by its side. The Christians will gaze with great pleasure and pride. " Tliis, Prince of all Humbugs, 1*11 e'en now propose, But be cautious lest you do then meet an expose ; Bribe a vile English Giant a man to espouse ; But some signs may at last their suspicions arouse. " Should the Christians then rage, as is sometimes the case, Your ' genius' will save you from blackest disgrace ; Induce the Meat Monster to Europe to fly, Tell the world she is dead, and the scandal will die. " Republican Cliiistians detest much a throne. E'en thpughts of senihty makes them quite groan , But show them a Petticoat worn by a Queen, More loyal devotion sure never was seen. " For variety's sake, I'll just say to you now. Make a thing, call it Manatee, or the Sea Cow, Green hides are flexible, black Paint is cheap. Make no ears, but put eyes in from wliich it can peep. " Place some bones b}* its side, that the Cliiistians may know The thing once existed you've made for a show. And how it e'er moved they will not even guess. But with great admiration around it they'll press. " All Christians to wonder are woiidrously prone, They'll exceedingly manel at sight of a bone. And gaze e'en with rapture at those of a whale, Nay, their joy will increase from the head to the tail. " To prepare the huge monster, between each back-bone Place of the same color a polished grindstone ; Say you've sent off to Stockholm for sweet Jenny Lind, Tliey will swallow the camel, you'll raise a high ^\'ind. " You can show off as Jenn}^ some singer you know. And the gull'd ones will run as they did to tJie show, And when you have fill'd well 3^our pockets so sUck, Just laush in their faces and boast of vour trick. 17 " Among them a nice little lady you'll find, Who is truly a Seeress with truth-loving miad, Make her cage, no more room than a mummy she'll take. From her soul you ten- thousand of dollars will make. " Should the Seeress, indignant, not do as you please, Assist you to victims, her meek spirit tease. Regard not her comfort, her health, or her ease, Make her sit in the cold till her very feet freeze ! *' While yet in your prime you'll have thousands in store. Nor avarice glutted, you'll still sigh for more. Should your five year's caged Seeress attempt to get out. Proclaim her a humbug, her truthfulness scout. " And toadies, your money will always procure 'em, You've the Press at command, for the chink will secm'e 'em ; Damn the book of the Seeress you know is no cheat. Devour first her mansion, her body then eat! " Though the angels of light well attest her their own, And the mantle of prophecy o'er her is thrown. Yet emerged from your cage in her own quiet home. They will say, * can a good thing from Nazareth come ?' " Should a lady, inspired by compassion, have nerve To thwart your foul purpose, the Prophetess serve. Though you know not her station, her deeds, or her name. Give vent to your malice by blasting her fame. " With restless ambition PU then you inspire. And honors among them will be your desire. When they make you a * President' make a great speech. Cajole the good Puritans, farming them teach. " * That Speech/ as your other * productions,' they'll find Is stuffed for a show, but inflated with wind, Embellish'd by ' babblmg' words, that well prove A seat in their Congress will be your next move. " When Christians do meet the inebriate to win, Talk pious, as I do, when I ' rebuke sin ;' Descant on the moral and physical laws. With cheers they will greet 3^ou and thunder applause. " Steal the * livery of Heaven' their souls to ensnare ; The farce of the ' Drunkard' both novel and rare, 3 18 Will con\-ince the dull stupids you tippling decry — But wet you're own whistle whenever 'tis dry. " The Christians admire hini who acts well his part ; ; Though you outrage their feelings they'll know you are smart — They will always sustain you, my words now believe, I Like Spaniels, caress you the more you deceive. . " ^Mien you've scrap'd up much gold by base fraud and finesse, ; Your tricks to the Christians then frankly confess, 'T^^iQ be an atonement, their self-esteem raise, They will joy in your ' genius,' your ' talents' much praise. \ " Though you taste for a season the sweets of much wealth, \ Gained by foul deception, far baser than stealth. Your villa is doom'd, and 'twill sink in the flame, i You will leave for inheritance inlamy's fame. 'j "' To procure me good subjects 'rwill be your best plan, ; To assume the tall form of the animal man ; \Miile on earth I'll watch o'er thee, ^vise counsel impart — j Take this oath of allegiance before you depart : j *•' ^lahoraet now swear by the power of Jove, By aU mighty powers, by the God of all love ! ' By this Hell, by old Pluto, you irill do my aatII ! i That with faithful precision my charge you'll fulfil ! I" ! " I swearl" says the Fiend, for such was he now, " To do all you require, and I make you this vow, To obey your conmiands, and fulfil each desire, With such zeal as shall prove my legitimate sire I" 1 Pythagoras did tell this arch Fiend on the way. That he soon would inhabit a dwelling of clay, 19 But if he obeyed the great Father of Sin, A hyena's body he next should dwell in. " No brute so terrific/' says he, " will then rave, You will prowl among tombs, and dig into each grave, That the flesh of the dead you may tear from the bone ; You'll have no social feelings, but wander alone. " Even lions your presence will fearfully shun, AU beasts, when they see you, will speedily run. Your howl will strike terror, as funeral knell. When released from this body, you^l sink back to hell." TO THE READER. Whenever we rhyme. We have not the time. To count up the feet of our measure ; But leave it for those Who have time and repose. Called Critics, to do at their leisure. If in this narration. There is adaptation. Please do not the moral eschew — But admit as our right. The old maxim so trite. To give to the D- his due To the subject — If the nail we have hit. And the coat it does fit. Thou art welcome the garment to wear ; And if thou art mad. Or pensively sad. Read prayerfully old Agur's Prayer. This Prayer is in prose. As every one knows. But numbers are easy to read ; If the language is plain. You cannot complain. To put it in verse we'll proceed. •20 . ] AGUR'S PETITION VERSIFIED. 1 Remove from me lies, j All deceit I despise, j For the Father of Lies is the Devil : ' And vaiiitr s car Remove from me far, , As Pandora's box it holds evil. Then Lord give me health, j I ask not for wealth, | No gold would I lay up in store ; ' Oh, give me such food ' As seems to thee good. And grateful thy mercies adore. j No riches I crave, ' If sufficient I have \ My bodily wants to supply ; ' With content and this store, I ask notliing more, If foil I the Lord might deny. I If poverty's mine, ' I fear I'd repine. And want would compel me to stealth ; My heart might get hard, I'd thy name disregard, And fancy there's glory in wealth. • Her house is the way to Hell, aroin? down to the chambers of death." — Prov. Tith chap. Ith rtrse. •Treasurea of wickedness profit nothing."' — Prar. lOfA chap. -24 terse. TO THE AVARICIOUS SENSUALIST. Avarice and lust, when they enslave the soul, Debase its pleasures, beastialize the whole ; Feed it on husks, rejected by the swnne, Sunken, degraded is the form di\-ine : As Fiend, his state bereft of hght and joy. He roams an evil Spirit to destroy. Not "heaps" of gold can e'er that soul refine. Nor Indies' gems let in a ray divine ; The spirit leaves those ponderous weights behind. Ere it the favor of the Lord can find. Far 'neath the brute doth man himself defile, "WTio seeks for pleasure in a wanton's smile ; Deceit her glory, infamy her breath. 21 Her foul embrace is but the gate of death, And he whose feet do seek her traitorous snare. Will find the " Pit" of darkness and despair. True love conjugal is not base desire. But flame ignited by a heavenly fire : It is as gold refin'd, without alloy ; Freed from the senses, 'tis the Spirit's joy — God is its giver, truth its living sire, And only He who feels it doth aspire. Last, and best gift, bestowed on man to show How he can make a Paradise below. Impulse ecstatic of the good man's heart. Who'd scorn to act the Libertine's low part ; His soul has virtue, honor, for its shrine, And wreaths of glory do his brows entwine. TO THE CHRISTIAN. A Christian he, whate'er his station be. Who in each deed acts for eternity, Nor takes in vain The name of Him who gave him being here ; Who loves his Maker will his laws revere. They are not twain. He never pleads the puerile pretence That needful are the things of time and sense, His thoughts to raise ; The soul's pure vision's ever dimm'd by things. Devotion dies where'er the Syren sings, God has no praise ! He'll heed the teachings of the Saviour dear. They'll be his guide, he will them much revere ; He'll love to raise His voice in grateful adoration loud. Far from the immoral play-room's stupid crowd. Give God the praise ! Parents and Pastors have an angel's care — And painted vice is but the arch one's snare. To lead astray The unsuspecting flock to deeds of sin. Nor think it wrong when good men take them in To see the Play. 22 No Christian he, whate'er he may pretend. Who to the impious plav-room is a friend. Where wantons feign The amorous flame lascivious joys inspire. The Broadway Portal to Hell's lurid fire — His creed is vain ! Ye Cliristians dear who've found the narrow way, Ne'er seek for pleasure where ye dare not pray. This truth admit, 'Tis sin to go where nought inspires a prayer. Where artful S^Ten's innocence prepare To find the Pit. A VISION. 1. •• There appeared a great wonder" on the earth, "a Woman clothed with the Sun. and upon her head a Crown of twelve Stars." 2. And she brought forth a Book. 3. And there appeared another wonder " on the earth ;" and behold a great red Dragon ha\^ng seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns '• upon his heads." 4. "And his tail drew a third part of" the people of the earth, and did cast them down upon the earth. 5. '• And they feared the Dragon, saying, who is like unto him ? Who is able to make war with him 1" 6. "And the voice of Harpers, and Musicians, and of Pipers, and Trumpet- ers." was echoed from the tabernacle of the Lord, in tlie streets of the city, from the Temple of the Dragon. 7. And the Heralds of the City trumpeted forth to the ends of the earth the praise of liis blasphemies, and bowed down and worshipped him. 8. "' And multitudes of craftsmen of whatsoever craft he be." helped the Dragon to deceive the People of the earth. 9. " And there was given unto him a mouth speaking great things, and blasphemies, and power was given him to continue" for a time. 10. " And he opened his mouth in blasphemy against Grod, to blaspheme his name and his tabernacle, and them that dwell in Heaven." 11. ''And the Dragon stood before the "Woman" which brought forth the Book, to devour it so soon as it should come forth. 12. And the Book she brought forth was to enhghten all nations : and the Book was wrested from the "jaws of the Dragon by the Angels of God from his throne." 13. And the Heralds of the City feared to trumpet forth the glories of the Book because of the Dragon. 15. And the Woman dared not flee into the Wilderness for fear of the Dragon. 23 15. " And there was war on the earth : Michael and his Angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought, and his Angels, and prevailed not." 16. " And the great Serpent was cast down, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which had deceived the whole world, into the pit. 17. Then I heard a loud voice saying: rejoice ! now is come "joy and peace, and strength for the Woman" who " brought forth the wonderful Book ; for its accuser is cast down, which accused it before the people" day and night. 18. " And they overcame him by the" sword of truth, and his wrath is great, " because he knoweth he hath but a short time." 19. " And when the Dragon saw that he was cast into the pit he persecuted the Woman" who brought forth the Book. 20. " And to the Woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, where she is nourished for a time from the face of the Serpent." 21. " And the Serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the Wo- man, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood." 22. " And the earth helped the Woman ; and the earth opened her mouth, and swallowed up the flood, which the Dragon cast Irom his mouth." 23. Then the Heralds of the City no longer feared to trumpet forth the praises of the Book, because of the Dragon, and the righteous of all nations cherished the Woman who " keeps the commandments of God, and has the testimony of the truth." o-^"""'."!^,. KNIGHTHOOD. "honi soit qui mal y pense." " Honi soit qui mal y pense," Victoria's knights this motto bear ; Sir " Showman's" title if true sconce, Honors then must be noir. When that sacred list did fall Near the feet of lady fair, At the banquet grac'd by all, Proud courtly beauties decked with care. 24 . He, the noble, seiz'd the prize, Breathing forth chivakic fire. While on him glanc'd beauteous eyes, Changed he then each flash of ire. Into grateful, joyous gazes On the prince to honor true ; ^liid this truth no one amazes, From this act fam'd Knighthood grew. T he crusaders the cross did bear. Pledged the infidel to fight. Some the gallant Garter wear. Of K. C. B. we'll not write. But the title'd, honor'd Knight Keeps in \'iew this glorious aim. To maintain his honor bright. And sustain the lady's fame. Alas I Sir " ShowTiian's" guilty glory, Heraldic honors can't atone ; Americans, list ye the stoiy, A Traitor's Gold feeds Enirland Thi'one. LIXES ADDRESSED TO THE MANAGERS OF THE ORPHAN ASYLUM, At Hartford. Conn. August ioth. 1S49. ] Blow soft, ye gentle breezes o'er the vale Of fair Connecticut, where hill and dale Are kiss'd by thee, and softly, gently flow l\v waters bright, and peaceful as the glow Of smiling Autumn's happy hanest eve, I When youths, and maidens, mingle to receive 1 The various joys Thanksgiving day doth give .^ To all who in thy land of plenty live. Blow soft, for now the battle din is o'er, ] No royal tyrant hovers near thy shore, To rouse the savage nation's vengeful ire. And fight with fiendish yeUs the funeral p}Te, ] Or tear the mother from her darling son ; J Those scenes of war's barbarities are done, ' 25 Heaven's dews have fallen on thy teeming plains, And joyful plenty o'er thy harvests reigns. Blest charity, the holiest child of earth, Unto the child of want an asylum gives birth ; A goodly mansion proud is to be seen. And lawns, extensive, " deck'd in living green," Surround the pile that pity's hand hath rear'd To shield the orphan, who from home endeared Is rudely torn by death's relentless hand, A little rover weeping on the strand Of life's vast ocean, none to wipe the tear Of lovely sorrow, or to give him cheer. Blow Heaven's own breezes o'er that sacred pile ! Waft out oppression which doth it defile ! Thy mission is to feed the hungry poor. And not the child who's plenty at the door ! Thy mission is the mother to relieve, And not her anxious heart with sorrow grieve ! Shame, foul oppressors ! who will not " let go" The child of her whose heart hath felt much woe, Whose frugal hand hath garner'd with kind care Enough to rear her lov'd one, and to spare. At pity's call, a prudent, generous share. A mother here with saddest grief doth pine, The lady true, endow'd with gifts divine. In vain hath sought for years with tears of woe. These Pharaohs to " let her children go." Her son a menial, doom'd to toil and care. Forbid to breathe his griefs to her who only can them share. His little breaking heart, venting its moan. Not to the idle winds, for Heaven hath heard his groan. The Pharisee, his master void of grace, And deaf to mercy's call Uke all his race. Doth fain compel this free-born, noble child To toil as Serf, or Russian savage wild ; E'en steals the messages so valued, dear, To every loving mother, nerv'd by guilty fear ; Thinks not, oppressor, that his deeds of sin Are all well known the heavenly courts within, 4 26 Where widows moans, and orphan's tears below. Nerve the avenging hand to strike the blow ! Hath never trembled with a holv dread, TTiat orphan's corse upon his guilty head. Will call the avenger from the Throne of God, To save its charge, and break the tyrant's rod ! I And now to ye who impiously presmne Par^ital duties sacred to assume. Why heed ye not tiiis mother's fervent i»«yer ? Why not resign her lord one to her care ? Not fiends conld aet a baser, fooler part, Hian break with nsdess sorrow her kind heart — As Rachel, mourning for her child " no more,'' She'U weep, and jMne, till ye do him restore — She has the power, the wish within her lies To train his little spirit for the skies. Not seanre a master nrfio the cup will drain. And take his Maker's holy name in vain. " Release my child f die weeping mother cried, " I cannot of my darling be denied f Bat deaf to pity, heeding not her pain. With lying words ye rivet fiast Ae chain. Think ye, ye l%aiaohs of this Christian land, Tliere is no Moses, arm'd with sword in hand. To strike the blow for innocence oj^Hess'd ? The widow's wrongs are never rairedress*d ! HeaTen's judgments dire will from God's Throne be sped Upon each guilty, unrelenting head ; Your boasted mansion rudely OTerthrown, And on each other not be left one stone ! JENNY LIND. When we diink of the people, and how they did shoot. When we think of the concert at Boston and rout. We think of a '• jewel" hung in a swine's aiout. And wonder if she's not a«hamed that she's out. 27 THE CAPTIVES. I saw a widowed motlier Sitting within her narrow cell, frantic with Grief, that her long weary years of patient Suffering, self-denial, and constant toil Supernal had availed her nought — Her gifted, gentle boy, enslaved, and Doomed to serve a hard and cruel master E'en to manhood, or all the little garner'd Store her loving, thoughtful care had treasured, Be resigned to Godless tyrants, ere they break The chain that bound him. And this the Seeress mother's hollow, pallid cheek, and Fitful gaze. Can words describe an agony ? Her tones of melting sorrow echo even now upon My ear as falls the knell funereal. " Oh Heavenly Parent, God of mercy, touch their hearts of adamant ! My heart is breaking ; my brain on fire ! My son, my beautiful ! can I, can I live V No tear was in her eye, or glow upon her cheek. That tells of transient suffering — That Fodb I aiw leiadf BO leas a Her kMK^ a eamn m ^le '^ C% lUr-— F«r tofl coeesaie, 1^ w^re fittayKe cT a Mo fcoHt to fed ker smwa, er ker woes af CUffd kf te w^tij eoU, ad, No aofdal ties of to c^eisr ker esftU^ toinpede&e Save kii^ a ■eva'-d|]riBg^ rao^ef^s l€>v«, ^ 6er For fnkkad fiiMoi keavts once waxm, Amd gwAm^ wflk jfeetioiiote st^kMade. HcrcaK^dKj^m fg^iMw ■M < af ktf M^ TPisfqfv n liaey Aadpagg^dkertraafcrFifii Tb^ nek, Afr ]vm4 Afr sHliifeifaB. ai^ ftfr gaj, HadoOercareflL Tke lidk Aifw^ aear kat fcr Tkf ■ ■«■!! of 29 The proud, to have the cloud that rested on the Pinnacle of their fond aspirations peered through ; The ambitious aspirant for fame or gold, to hear the Joyful words that quieted his fears, or drew The long- sought El Dorado nigh ; The gay, to be enlivened by the hopes she Brighten'd of constant bliss. The poor afflicted ones of earth drew nigh For consolation in the trying hour ; While good men came to whisper kindest Praises in her ear, then go their way rejoicing, But in silence, nor dar'd to brook the World's dread laugh, the mocker's scorn ; And creed-besotted Christians fearful pass'd Her by, perchance to seek for pleasure where Unholy mirth did hold her guilty revel Within the portal of that den of sin his soul Should loathe. The many came, but Came for good of self, and swdft retiring, Revolv'd, forsooth, the dread suspicion of her Wondrous power to read so well, so true, the Hidden secrets of the guarded heart, reveal'd To none, and known but to their Maker. The thousands came and went, since those Long, long years of anxious servitude began. All this I thought, and more, and much I felt — There was a chord of sympathy her pungent, Overwhelming sorrow in my heart had Touch'd that did respond to hers. I felt her every moan, and each imploring Cadence but strung a nerve to serve her. I saw her shrink with timid, trembling Fear ; meanwhile with guilty consciousness Abashed, beneath, (fit emblem of his state) The skylock strode apart, while lurid Fumes of Pluto's dark dominions curl'd turbid Round his huge, and madden'd form, Upturn'd his gaze, his eye-balls fiercely gleaming, He vomits forth hell's curses dire upon the Unconscious head of her who dar'd console 30 TWemoomer; lus CTvelpnpose sUt, nor , YeatBcd to appvoadi sock spliere exaked I or imiocence, and tradi, but madlj swift I A w% amnisBaiy aen^ wlio ^idifid did liK BflBOfeQ masKr 8Gi ic as wuimg stttv ^ To conBmwMfcB &e lidlidb de^ (^ wroi^ ^ And wrest from her bjfrawl, and sabde Guile, die saeied, dierisli'd gift of frienddiip ! Pare, die Bm^ at De^inj— lier tradifid I Pre a e n tat km to a wondering and admiring Worid. E'en dien indignandj I feh die Imne naice done ber, die so tral j greaA ^ And good, too gaide to o^ndy as Graftj | Agent a( her gnilelal master, niddhr bade J Her^staywitliinheTP-::- ---alia, for d^ i Wasprotectei ^- :>nd, jeearv 09 ff \ I s£.w Lt: r -row I Cei:...K- - : - -. , _ ; r \ : _ : -^ r .:. ; -: ; . . 7 reads to each r >tinT. X;. T. • .V - : rhetic misaon. Attained to diat ezakc ^liritaal Perception, so few on ^widi BntforaseaaoB; he: ;-r ''Abovv die logs ^s •» That noi^savTp die _ Of die long-tried mc:L Haie paialjsed her heart ^ Enei;^ and laid her loir The aoors rqMne is o'er, ^ In the Ahn^blT's power t Again die ^irit'shdm, w: Sohnisaan as to a kmng t; liable. the E: 31 Forth the prayer of saints, " Thy will, oh God, Be done!" Blest resignation beams from 'neath The lids of those mild orbs, and speak a will Obedient to Heaven's decree. The listening angel wafts the Joyful tidings to the Throne, and forth the mandate Goes — " Thy child is free !" The ministering Spirit Glad communicates to him the blissful tidings. Warn'd by a vision of his mother's frenzy, (Bright ernest of his own high power inherited) The noble, care-worn boy borne as on love's soft Pinions, flies to meet her lov'd embrace, and Cheer with love the fondest, kindliest ever borne From child to tender mother, her solitary Pathway. Nor toil, nor trial o'er. When she Essay 'd to try the unplum'd wing, and sought A distant city, there to pursue in peace her high Vocation, the Bird of evil omen flew a-pace And sent her missive fitting to wound and Frighten back the timid dove into his noisome Eyry, fit haunt for base and grovelling souls, not Christian Prophetess exalted ! Will this enlightened Christian people, as the wicked Jews, reject The Seeress o'er whom tha banner of Elijah waves ? Will good men longer look v^dth scorn on one whom Angels honor ? Will he who oftimes seeks in vain A foretaste of that Heaven he hopes to win. And treasures gladly e'en the faintest Evidence of his acceptance at the throne Of Sovereign mercy, pass unheeded her Who, favor'd by the attribute divine, Prophetic Vision, holds daily converse with the saints In glory ? Shall she so radiantly illumed With light celestial, and sight at will To compass sea, and land, or soar beyond The spheres, e'en to the Fountain of all light, The great Supreme, a welcome visitant " His glories to behold," be pelted longer by the Unrighteous missiles of sinful unbehef ? Must the veil of Bigot's prejudice ever intervene To mock die Deitv, aod chain her life-long to the Vampvre's cell, that he max ever slake his Raging thirst for gold on her hearts blood ! Is there no cave in Christendom wbae As Can flee for shelter ? No valiant Knight As erst to strike the base-bom low I To her in vision 'tis reveal'd her Guardian Spirit Mores me. I know not soeh hmior mine Or whence this burning indignalkm of her Wrong. I know but Ais, I feel a strength sapemal. And tnist that good men all will smile Ben^nlv on the nnassnming Christian Prc^hetess, Whom Heaven hath sent to blesB. Xo honied words of flattery Can her pride elate : ^e, far above the vanit y Of earthly fame, doth dwell on earth a resident Of Heaven- TO THE LVrOLERAN'T SECTARIAN FORMALIST. THE STOET OF AiAM VERSIFIED. The Patriarch Aram once sat in his tent. When a Stranger drew near, with old age was he bent — Hk locks were all hoary, his eyes they were dim, Kind Aram had pity, and bade him conie in. *• Wash thy feet," said nice Aram, " the son shineth hot f* Thy dinner, refreshing, is warm in the pot Stay here till the evening, and then go diy way — The heat ofrerecmeth thee — stay. Stranger, stay." Such Language of kindness fell soft on his ear ; The Strainer believedjie had nothing to fear. Most gladly went in, and they sat down to dine On bread that was made out of meal very fine. Then Aram "looked up," and did call on the Lord ; But the Stranger did eat, nor^iake he a word. Till Aram with fury of bigoted zeal. Says " pray for a blesang to fall on thy meaL" Tlie old man rephed with a faltering voice — " The God thou dost worship, was never mv choice. 33 To pray to thy God if my fathers would sin ; Then why should I offer my vows unto him ? Likewise, I 've been taught from ni}'^ earliest youth, To fly all deception and cleave to the truth ; E'en shouldst thou compel me to call on Thy Lord, Thou knowest I would mock him, in every word." Then Aram, indignant, says, " old man arise ! I heed not the tears that do flow from thy eyes ; Come hither my servants, obey my command — Go drive this vile sinner quite out of the land ; " Far into the desert, where lions do rove ; If you beat him severely, the Lord will approve." The Stranger shriek'd out a most heart rending groan, As the rude servants seized him, and bade him begone ! All wretched and trembling, his staff* sought to find, When a servant most brutal who stood just behind. The trembler's staff* rais'd and struck such a blow The Stranger fell bleeding in dust very low. They seized this poor creature by his hoary hair, And dragg'd him along without mercy or care. All mangl'd and gory, his wounds very sore. Where panther's did growl, and huge lions did roar. That eve did the voice of the bigot ascend ; He asked for a blessing, his deed to attend. When the Lord all sublime, in his glory came down, And looked upon Aram with terrible frown ; Saying, " Aram, my servant, tell straight unto me. Where is the lone stranger that sojourn'd with thee ?" " Behold," says the good man, " he eat of thy bread, And not a thanksgiving unto thee he said ; " Therefore I chastised him, and drove him away, Because he refused my command to obey ; I knew hungry lions the stranger would kill. Lord, grant me thy bkssing, if I've done thy will." The Lord then the pomp of his power display'd. With voice as a trumpet to Aram he said, 5 34 \ "■ Wka wuide thteajudge between ae amd him ? I ne'er gave thee power to chasten for sin ! " Iniquities many from thee have I borne, I Xor drove thee away in the desert forlorn. And on thv back hidings I only did wink ; From the well of Salva&on I bade thee to drink. *• And now with thy brother wilt thoa be severe \ And ponish his errors my name to revere \ Ejiow, Aram, thv deeds are ne'er hid from my eyes. Go foUow the stranger, I bki thee azise ! i " Take vessels of oil, and of wine a sapf^y. And haste to the stranger before he shall die ; Annoint well his braises, wiih words give him cheer, ■; For / am the Lord, and my wrath is severe I j *M am jealous, and mighty, all power my own. And judgment belongeth mito me alone ; No forms or {^etences my favor can gain, * The oblation of all sach thanksgivings are vain. i " Like boU-mdi thj head may'st thoa bend to the ground. And w(»ds frmn thy lips as a trumpet may sound ; But thou heed'st not my will if Ay brother thou hate. And thy worship be only for strife and debate. " A meek lowly heart is the homage I p Like incense its fi^igrance to Heaven doth rise ; Behold the rich sacn&ce that I have dioee. Is it not to lift burdens from friends and from foes ? ^ Break every yoke, and set free the oppressed. Deal bread to the hungry, succor the distressed ! Now, Aram, thy dn I do make thee to know. But will thee forgive if repentance thoult show." In humble cn for Aram did feel. Well knowing he'd sinn'd from a mistaken zeal. 35 Believing the Lord his foul deed would excuse, Nay, bless, when a brother he sought to abuse. Then Aram, full sore, of his deed did repent. And straightway far out in the wilderness went, To seek the poor stranger his bruises to heal, Nor sinned he again from a bigoted zeal. We wish every Christian these lines to peruse, When they, like old Aram, would sinners abuse, And learn that the Lord wishes no one to kneel And utter a prayer that his heart does not feel. "TURKEY" AND "TEA." Since the Puritan roast. And the Rochester ghost. Forewarn us to watch and to pray, As good Christians beware Of the evil sprite's snare. Nor be led by the senses away. They have many a wile Our poor souls to defile ; Who feast for enjoyment do stray From the path that the Lord Hath reveal'd in his word. Such do his commands disobey. The aristocrat's pride That is mounted astride. The love of nice " Turkey," and " Tea,' Can ne'er have a place. When the power of grace Hath set the imprison'd soul free. Let us eat but to live. And our foes all forgive. Nor covet men's praise, or much gain ; Or we'll find, to our cost. That Heaven is lost, While the cup of damnation we drain. 36 All Christians should frown On the tricks of the clown. Since angels are coming below. And bid them take care Of their wings and their hair. Lest he shave them and cage for your skow. THE MERMAID'S SONG Air—" Good By." Come, showman, down in the deep w ith me, And hide thee under the wave, For I have a codfish well pickled for thee. An Ouran thy xisage to shave. THE manatee's song. Come, come with me, cries the manatee. Let's hie to the orange bowers. We wrill make us a home on the dark blue sea. Or in Florida 'mong the flowers. MRS. HALES, THE GIANTESS. Oh, come to my own little Emerald Isle, A beautiful gem in the sea ; My darlint Kathleen doth sweetly smile, I'm heal'd of that " Dvsenterv"-ee-ee. Come, massa, whar de niggers de hoe-cake bake. And de raccoon climb de tree, Whar possum dus hide in de sugar cane brake. And whiskey as water am free. THE WILD 3IAN OF THE PRAIRIE, O. NANO. Thou'rt welcome to my own w ami cage, I will give thee good ale and toast, If the lioness does not get in a rage. And bid thee fly from her coast. THE FREMOXT HORSE, ALIAS, WOOLY HOSS. My dearest friend, pray come w ith me. From thee I received kind cheer. 37 Though shorn of my locks thou made me free — No ash- cart was ever so dear. THE BINGHAMPTON PIG. Oh ! come, dear brother, with us abide, Our stye is both clean and warm, We both will shield thee with brotherly pride, And shelter thee from the storm. THE BOND lady's SPIRIT. Accursed of earth ! come not to me. The adulterer's woes to share. Repentance towards God, if given to thee. To dwell with good Spirits prepare. THE PEESS. Speed, robber, speed, thou hast nought to fear, A generous portion we'll share. We unto all murmurs will turn a deaf ear. And laugh as the " dough-faces" flare. THE PEOPLE. We humbly pray, both night and day, That you raise us a musical wind. Cage a linnet from Fejee, ten dollars we'll pay, If you'll name her sweet Jenny Lind ! The above song was rejected by the Jenny Lind Song Committee, without even the appearance of unexpressed admiration. We presume it had not their approbation, so we pass it over to the People, hoping it will find favor in their sight. JENNYOLOGY OF HUMBUGERY. II. " And it came to pass, that when Jenny came to land, a great multitude threw up their caps before her, and followed her to the house of one Howard, which had been made ready for her. Arid musical instruments were brought, and the great multitude bowed down, worshipping her with s,;^eet sounds.'' III. "And the same day was the Sabbath." You may search all the Scriptures, if you feel inclined, For examples of humbugs, and two will you find ; These were when the Devil was prowling about ; People bow'd to an Idol, then rais'd a loud shout. 38 The first instance of humbug of which we've account, Occurred when good Moses came dowTi from the Mount ; The Lord's testimony he bore with great care. Says Josh, '* I hear war, let's for it prepare !" As they drew near the camp they heard a loud laugh. They saw the folks shouting around a Gold Calf; They'd the same wicked spirit the people have now. They were singing, and shouting, and making a row. As soon as the Lord's faitkful servant was out, Israel bow'd to an Idol, then set up a shout ; Aaron took all their jewels this call' for to make, And when Closes saw it his tables he brake. They were naked, exposed to their enemies' scoff. Like the Yorkers, these heathen their clothes had torn off; An idolatrous spirit had quench'd all their shame, And Moses told Aaron he was much to blame. But Aaron told Moses, in language quite brief. The •' People were stiff-neck'd, and set on mischief. He knew that the Lord lik'd no such noisy riot. But he'd fix'd up this humbug to keep the fools quiet." Then all Israel was silent to hear the Lord's will, When Moses gave orders these heathen to kill, Saying, " God is displeased with your heathenish rout, You've conmiitted great sin by this impious shout. " When Religion inspires you are grave in your mien. Such idolatrous conduct from you is not seen ; Though great sin have you done to an Idol to bow. You've committed a greater by this Sabbath row. " Ye children of Levi, these heathen now slay. Take each one his sword, and the Lord's ^^■ill obey, For instead of this riot I to you did say, To revere the Almighty by worship to-day I" Then the brave sons of Levi each one drew his sword. And slew without mercy these foes of the Lord ; That day fell of heathen three thousand or more, All mangled, and welt'ring each one in his gore. 39 The last humbug story FU give to you now, Is that when all Israel to Baal did bow, His Prophets, four hundred, their words had them given. To consume a burnt off 'ring they'd get fire from Heaven. That old Baal would send it they felt not a doubt, So they rais'd loud their voices, as heathen now shout. Deep gashes they cut m their flesh without pain, But Jehovah felt towards them an ireful disdain. Their homage to humbugs the Lord did despise, No flame from their altar did ever arise ; Then to show them the sin of their conduct more clear. On Ehjah's mute off* 'ring a fire did appear. Had these folks of their sin not repented full sore, God had slain them as he did those heathen before ; Then he bade good Elijah Baal's Prophets not spare So he took them to Kishon and slew them all there That idolatrous spirit which caus'd Israel's rout. Inspires Christian heathen to sing and to shout. At this sage conclusion, dear people, don't laugh. Entreat that the showman make ye a Gold Calf. The Prophetess is presented to the public with the confidence that its truth- fulness will be eventually acknowledged as its greatest merit. It being the lii'e, natural and supernatural, of Mrs. B , known to the public for the last five years as Madame Rockwell. The book is written in fulfillment of a prediction of the Prophetess, made some years since, and she instantly recognized the au- thor of this admirably written work, though an entire stranger, as the man who would give her Biography to the world, when he first entered her cell, for his form and features had been presented to her in a vision of Ibrmer years. Vol- untary, and without compensation, as a pure deed of philanthropy, he completed his pleasing duty. That he ivas inspired no one can doubt. Language fails to give a just conception of the beauty of the work as a literary and pschycological Bijou. It is all truth, and a gem of Poetry. There is more true poetic feeling condensed in its seventy-nine pages than is often found in a large volume. For sale by MADAME ROCKWELL, No. 17 Colleire Place. ,^^f^y OF ( / mm THE \ TO THE PEOPLE Kate brings from her home, where the hills iiie so green, Where the flowers are the sweetest that ever were seen, "^ And the bright waters ever flow, This^oquet to ye ; twenty-five cents will pay The Prii^ter, and she will straight send one away By mail, to the high and the low. (K^ Please address, by letter, post paid, KATE (4ULLABY, General Post Ofiice, New York. r-