BookXtXi^ — - iO^? THE EUCLEIA, WORKS BY i' BET: WILLIAM COOK. This Book of my Works affords the fcade? proof, that constant efiort, in faith, makes tranquility. and souvenirs. Patience, per- severance and wi.sdoin never have, and nevef will weave their threads in vain. William-Cook. Salem,- October, 1861. Copy-right secured. ^l^6)l E . HOPE. BY REV, WILLIAM COOK. T'3 i37? COFX-RIGHT SECURED, LATIN. la Cbristo spes est opuIentU. THE TRANSLATION. y..-i^ irj r'.>iUt Jc opulence. 4 PREFACE, Hope is a stimulant in human study, iRCtion and perseverance. Without hope the heart is dead, or can only despair. I have in this poem commenced my theme amidst the apparent difference if Provid^Mioe — so brought into the tcene the d lily sutiTtfrings and joya; and here T have shown hope prevailing gainst all the opposinj; influence. The student personates youth not lerely study in i printed or vvrittea ooks, but considering life in a hovel ;" in ;i palace. The o\her sequent ideas are of edu- ation and religion inffuencing the •art to seek odjects of life, •"or religious hope God through Christ the infinite object. The way, through hich graof! lias thus been, and will us bo received, is clearly shown, and "ectionate invitation is given to my tilers, saying '.ok, dear reader, seek in that hope To consecrate thy life — William Cook. Salem. October, 1858. HOPE. 5 Hope toa sweet and too strong to die, Always and every wlu>re. It will dry the (ear Crom the eye, In thy pure joys to shar . Thy paths are bright, thou^rh dark aroaad, Scenes beni_£(bt, and distress, Those pathsin joyous li^dit abound; For thou canst all men bless. Leading our manl'cod heavenward, What ever interpose, Thou goest beyond ken of bard. Luring awtty from woes. Among the throng wherd pomp andr>?ff« Are in most sad contra- 1, Pale want groans amid gold in bags, Sweet hope, thy joys how vast I Thoiigh by bare foot-children some prance Clad in tight warm shoes — Or graceful be in mazy dance, Hope saya patience, God knows. 6 HOPE. Tortured with pain lone on his bed, Through day and night man lies; While friends in life serene are fed; Yet hope brightens his days. Toiling and struggling long in vain; While others prosperous grow, And hoard for whom unkown their gain. Poor men hope's joys may know. Here the quiver, once lull and strong, Fell death hath empty made; There God the ohildren's lives prolongs, Hope's heaven of such is made. The man that would be rich in thouj:ht, To gain the wealth so great, Patient to learn how, fainleth not, Hope soon cheers his estate. The orient sun brightly beaming, Through a window smiled Upon a youth his theme learning, Joy-garlands adorned the child. HOPE. The ardent child jrazp.-i upon the gcene. He loved the fiesh beauties, That at early morn are seen, And cheer on to duty For mere transient joy sought he not: His Spirit was awake, And from the fount of truth he soupht His thirst sweetly to slake. That was an hour of a: dent hope, That few can fully know, His thoujihts in haimony had scope, A mental stream did (low. That wrtp an hour of hope immortal^ A lij^bt did burn as bright, As fed by Go<^ say, wV.o can tell. For what future delight? Kone can tell how we soar On buoyant spirit-wing: A soul is a germ of power, Fed from immortal spring. 8 HOPE. None that Divine fountaii) can soniid, Yet all can mind enjoy, And some in study more profound, Its poweis can employ. A motive swayed the fjlad heart As currents the ocean. Beyond the subtle skill of art, And constant in motion. Gewgaws of earth tossino nw^y For themes more enduring, He yielded to a heavenly sway To charms him alluring. Fals*world thou hast many deceived; Bright to a youthtul eye, Thy proflfers are too soon received, Flowers conceal the lie. Cautious men before you win them, Pause like birds over snares, Or watch the current they must steiBj Ready to meet thy cares. HOPE. '^ r So lie paused to w oigli thy fantoms; But, lo, his scales were |rong, And weights were wanting less than atoms, Not one so light among . Evanescent in fancy rose Joys of all loveliness, Fresh as any liJy that grow?, And appearing to bless. Bright contrast wove her dazzling sheen, Vv hile passions no rein can hold, Disponed their light and shade between, The timid and the bold. Tlie infant, manhood's germ of beauty, Childhood's joyous gaisbol, Amid life's thoujihtless levity, Hid death's solemn pall. Yet joys that young hearts so delight, Those youthtui hopes so gay, Like the morn in noon's sunlight, Faded in manhood's day. $For my orthography see The Neriab, page 10 HUPE. Those joys by young love are warmed-, But -with "so n.uch of ill, That men caressed and oft ibrewarne'fj Their once dear playmates kill, Can rose-buds, while t'oey bloom, Drop poison on the lea? While lisping round the nursery-rooiu, Tongues speak impiously. But over all a charm was thrown, Faults were gont% virtues bright. With many winning graces, shone, And promised every delight. There would he stay to drink again The cup of youthful joy; But a voice said lei nauglit detain, Seek for nobler employ. Jjq] the boy became man mature, The innate will so strong, All free ruled his glowing nature, Striving too oft for rong. ilOPE 11 As clouds the morning-sun obscure Dark shadows came over, Over the youth, that appeared pure, Came a sombrous power, A storm the rough billows swelling, Around his bark of hope, Almost against her prevailing, Broke off many a rope. Who made the troubled waters calm? Jesus stood on the wave, To the broken heart gave a balm, The Almighty to save. Though, when the storm far od had fled, Wrecks of vain hopes were strown, As springs the plant that appeared dead, Germs of purest joy had grown. That storm v?as amidst life's affairs, Dark here and sunny there — This cup seemed as joy's endless source, That sorrow had and care. 12 i HOPE. No more to youth, to cbildhood's day, Could his life-path return; But, praying, he trod his onward way, Hope showed a better bourn. Godly sorrow bedewed his eye, Her tear shone geni-hke there, No vain ambition made him t>rne to escape ({o vainly strive, Bat striving find no rest-- The- skv, so biuQ is clouded foon, Flowers now fair must fade; >lo men before life's sunny noon Enter a death-like shade. One thought may wake a sleeping chord, And strike a note of -woe; The heart will hear an inspired word, Aad earthly *ovs forego. U HOtE. Life through this shade In sadness mOTtS; Oar destiny, say, where ! If mine the course that God approves? Shall I in heaven share? Then hopB a guest is welcome mftde. By faith, or vain pretence; If on Chrbt, the Rock, it is stayed, There is sweet penitence. H3pe so born will lire in heaven. Gives man a >italgTHre, That against all sin han strivea. And will all sin viHse. So did he hone and joy olifain His heart anew wa? mad '; Sweet moments, when hoff. -»;:; 'ti, It love he God obeyed. His glory infinite to ^how, God all creation made* Him as Fatner b'y Christ I kno^', And how he is obeyed. HOPE. 1^ Hope in God as Christ, the Lord, Brought home as his iovefl child, Abba, to thee I am restored, To thee am reconciled. Quickly did his heart respond, As echo to the voice, To Gospel-truth, where hope is focnd By all of kindred choice. Tlie Spirit's sword cut ita quick wov,- While in Gilead was foi'nd He. who, Prophets and martyrs say, Can heal the sinneiN wound Then woke the so-jl toR<;tive liilfir And with faith stronu in love, " Pan'ed to wajfc ajjawist «int the strife, Till safe with Christ above- Moved by that faith he trod the road Bri^jht with cel^atia! light; Sought for truth, his lamp Gc^s g^re ivoiv' Praying to know aright. '' EOPE. Where lie lieard sorrow's plaintive cio&jv, Which oft on earth we iaear, 'He strove to make the Savior ]:^o^7n, And wipe away the tear. No gloom repulsive on hU brow, Cttlin, though in sorn^w's day, IliS -ife was a lovoly h'ght to glow On the (lurk thorny way. ITopo became a radiant star, VVhicb constant over bead Upward from all perplexing care, His heart to heaven led. As some bright seraph might gild Lis wings In the sun's golden ray, While bearinr; to earth rich blessing?. By graoe his meek array. Deep on his heart the sjgnet-rinpr Of I:is Lord had been pressed, And the Spirit, as breath of spring, Hira in vigor dressed. HOPE. 1* Cooamunioa was his gospol-life, Foretaste of eternal rest; And though without ra.ng din ofstrite, Within peace, constant guest. Hope had riches far excelling \Vhat men often extol,- In prayer like Jacob prevailing, He sought to gain them all. Nor, though meek, listless would be live, The motive power was strong; He sought of love strong proof to give, In work as well as song — As Jesus walked he strove to go, The cross he firmly bore; His resurrection's power to know, More grace he did implore. Nor sin, nor death could ever kill His hope, that, like a vine, May ever climb round God's holy nill, Ifl vigor to combine. 18 HOPE. Seek dear reader, seek in that hope To consecrate thy life; Nor in error's maze vainly grope, Againat thy peace in striie. Hope in thy heart must be good or ill- it is vain to despair; Then why cut cUoose to form thy will In the gospel to share, Come join the humble Christ-like-band, With them thy portion take — Their work wili' bless the land 'Twill joy and gladness make. Pride will spurn the goo'.i, bumble plea, That other bonds be broke. And men with the gospel agree, Loving its easy yoke. But round the Rock let fierce storms rage And sin's mad billows brake, The beacon-light, through every age, Will show safe course to take. yt* *?iA,i 1W0 yfi^ h'^tUi SVSBEAU THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS, A POEM BY KEV. WnJvlAM CUOK, •; lu AUTHOR OF ' HOPE AND MONITION TO PARENTS. SALEM 1853 & 61 miM-'-t^ M iS&aaA^ PREPACK. Patriotism is cherished by our best •no- tions, by emotions awakened hj clustering, glowlDg themes, themes inseparable from the origin ot all our rinrhts. This sacred truth will awake the mind, and open piths to remote times and events, froia •which to light the beacon-torch ;hence «e through the Straits of Gibralter flows th« Mediterranean, washing and enriching classic shores; so ma^ be found the inletf of our Republic, and so learning how tht bri<;ht dawn chaaed away the dark pagan night, it becomes those blessed by the light to be watchful that the sun of our prosperity mav not pass its meridian, before laona- iB«nt-» maieria}, intellectual and moral shiU 1*0 guilded rni.Jst ir.i banign rays. With such motives let the foUowirig verses tell their liumble story— f,eU of ittOi* dants doubtIe<53 knovfn to many readers. For the author's interest it naay suffict to refer to an adt:rp»3 before the Salem Ly- ceum, by the t»t« Hm. Alexander Everet. The adventurers, if such there may htvs been, wdre D ino" to associate others in tho expedition, the ship is called the old Dutch Ship. Though by tho»e more able, let o«r literAture live by oor hearts* constaH polsation. As in English history, time rolling oi- ward, may places and structures mantlet with the mo?ii of antiquity, umbrageous mitft monuments of art, impartial freedom & trM. enlightened, a :tive religion be duly cher* ithed. Beus monstrato Tiam errantibas morltlillMl ^Awac, Marcb, IW3, SUNBEAM 5 THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS. Joyous sound nearing wished for shore, Land ahead, shipmates, land ahead ! "When the ship on her course gallant boro^ The sailor aloft saidJ Sudden as lightning flashing, Or fairy in green dale, Thay came over waves loudly splashing, To furl their white sail. It "was in pagan dismal night, Before our Fathers came, That ship gallantly hove in sight, Says some historic fame On long wished for shores glad to land, From some dear far off home, A venturous, bold rovingr Band, Through unknown wilds to roam Through Narrajjansett Bay they sailed, Where islands in verdure With land breeze their senses regaled, And scenes of bliss seemed sure. « 8VKBEAU THK0U6H PAGAN CLOUDU. Queen May was arrayed in flowers, And while building their nest, JiiHT Among the green sh»dy bowers, The birds aang their best. There were youth in beauty to smile, Maiden and fond lover, ;^ Roving in sweet delight awhile, Wild flowers to gather. Throngh fresh green glen, over high hill, A day rich in delight, The blue sky blessed with good will, . And nought to mar the sight. Then to build homes quite fantastic, All in haste, all awake. From nature to their wants plastic, Without cost, they could take. Oaks that for ages had flourished, Pines long wont to whisper, Good sound materials furnished, All doomed to disappear. The axe blow on blow resounding, Sound awoke the echo, And from feeding around the fountain Deer swift as wind did go. Two lusty yeomen alternate. Striking all in a glow. From the grand, lolly waving stat«, A gnarled oak laid low. inrBSAic rn^ovan pagan clouds. 7 Witb loud crashing the forest kiog Dethroned, his crown had lost, Tputh made Ihe blue welkin ring, Amidst splinters uptoit. Anon began the loud merry sport, At sea on ropes they swung. From limbs of oak, then in port, On bending withs they hung. -. But soon there waa a clearing made. Boys, that so high could swing. Their pareuts' word, to work, obeyed, Glad to do a useful thing. Nor boys alone were in employ; Soon as those sports were past, GirU to strengthen the springs of joy, Viands served for repast. The timber cut, then soon uprose Frames of composit torms, Which canvas sajls could well enclose, Snug shelter from the storms* Let us now. said the buzy groups. The household goods dispose; The curtains hang with rods aud loops, And beds make for repose. Hark ! bark I what sounds are thoic witlioul? Asked a» old revered sire; Lucky day, said one, good game no doubt. Hear how the spertimen fire I S SUN BEAM Xao UGH FACAN CLOUDS, Good game, forsooth, deer fat and large, On shoulders homeward borne; Fine sport it was. at one discharge, Food enough for the morn. Towards the fire on the green earth, Beneath a crossbar strong. All going for thsir festal mirth, They drew the dear along. Clean flayed, the. fat quarters hung, And richly basted oft, On the fire boys dry fuel Hang, Ambient flames rose aloft. The day had through its Lours run, Twilight did disappear; And their house so reared was done. When they roasted the deer. The stars had opened their bright eyes, Like angels' hosts intent; Looking to earth out the blue skies, Upon the snow white tent. Up streaming among Ihe lofty pines, Shone the blazing firelight; ' Gleaming around in waving lines, As if battling with night. Anon they spread the festal board, Smiling with full supplies; As their larder could then afford, ^Good puddings and rich piea. iTTlfBfiAM THRotTGH PAGAN CLOUDS. 9 tThere were young and old together, Glad youth in rosy hue; Matron dame with aged father, Company good to vi«w. All in grateful mood they bowed the headj By th« Pastor of the Flock, To God, the giver, grace was said. For blessings on their stock. Well refreshed, they the tables cleared, The evening to spend, Telling what had been seen or heard, Then mirth in prayer to end. At dawn of day quite another scene, At her moorings, the ship. With flag and pennon might be seen Bound on her homeward trip. To dear friends many wrote a line, Descriptive of the land; And in the eye, big round tears did ehine, As they shook the parting hand. The sailors plied with skill the oar, And swiftly over the wave, They sailed, all to return no more. For many found a grave. The boat was soon alongside rowed, And to the davits hung; Good seamen among the rigging showed Sails to the winds all flung. 10 StJNBEA^I THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS^ The gallant ship bore far away, propitious was the breeze, As she sailed out Narragansett Bay From (he tent among trees. , * Conauicut soon bore duo west, Newport on the larboard seen, Two isiauds like adodes of the bicst, ^' They sailed along between. ^ Point Judith on the starboard bow, The sea rose billows high; Sails braced sharp like a bird to go, As the halcyons fly. So farewell lo that old Dutch ship-, If more you wiah to know, To Copenhagen take a trip. The archives all will show- Back to the tent we now will go; If any inquire where, No mortal mea exactly know, Although they search with car«. The children cried a litlle while, And all were rather sad; But living in such a novel style, Amusement soon was had. About some fortifications Antiquarians ask, They have made investigation*, uBut it is a hard task. ^ Bira^BEAsi 'rauotrcs PAGAN cLOUBa. u His majesty, king Philip's sire, With roytkl suit appeared, And olad ia their native attire; The strangors'a cause they heard- Rich flowing crest adorned his head, His costume all was gay; His sturdy limbs were painted red, Arrayed for gala day. From their tent came other retinue, In armed, but quiet mood. For favors great about to sue, ' Large grant of land arid food. • Before the king rich ^oods were brought; He gazed on a gold ring, But when that with loud joy was bought, He grasped every thing. His Queen in foreign robes arrayed, In brijjht jewels dazzling, The generous strangers well repaid,^ Interceding with the king. He man full f showed without rhyme, Or vain fanciful flights, ' In nature's rhetoric sublime, His lineage and rights. Bright summer sun and winter snow Symbolized, in his mind, A language that red men know, Quite strong if not refined. 12 StrifBEAM TMEOUGH PAGAN CLOTJDSt So raaj we all, when about to soari As fancy spreads her wing, Remember to use nature's power To wak« the eloquent spring. . ^ ;,< Nature will always well employ A joyous lovinp heart, And as to the Indian boy, An unbought force icopart. By the treaty, if ever made, Duke'g Isle was given, With good right to extend their trade, Free ai the birds of heaven, r JSay then to that island they went, With household goods and all, la their new lovely homes content, rieasaut it was though small. There might vines grow luxuriant, i lamburg grapes you may say, Loving the soil so exuberant. Made joyful vintage day. Perhaps the vines that now wild grow, Planted with hopes so strong, In those days, many years ago, Have lived through winters long. Then each cluster reminds of hearts That once throbbed with joy, When mea introduced foreign arts, That God willed to destroy. fHJ!fBEA3l THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS. iZ Decreed it was, in high heaven, Thia land long in darkness, • To our Pilgritn Sires be given, Whose faith the world shall blei- Tiielr children owe boutiden duty To be done in this land; Guarding virtues, those gems of beauty, With warm heart and strong hand. But if thus our motive be true, Learning to moralize, Let us of those scenes have a view. That to some theme applies. Making baskets, an Indian maid, No lark could be more gay. From bright morn to evening shade, Sang a wild forest lay. She was a fair, young greenwood belle; Her beauty, though so wild, Became her condition as well, And soon her airs were mild While thus happy, white stranger girls, Came her baskets to soe, And she played with their flowing curls, Over their shoulders free. Children of contrast, they could show, Only by eye and hand. To each other what they would know But they could understand. 14 SUNBEAM THROUGH PAGAX CLOUDS. Think now of a scene like that, As by the runniao; brook. White girl with the Indian maid sat, How straoger-like they look. One clad in all a savaoe could get, •Her clothes were coyr^e, no doubt; But in all weather, cold or wet, She had to go about. To her, a child of forest thought, As angels they came therej Europe's luxurious wealth they brou?;ht, So she could with them share. A cup, filled from the running stream, Kaised to her rosy lip; Ah ! beautifully it did seem As she began to sip. For their cup a basket she gave; And though they spoke no word. Love could teach them how to behave, And quits gcoi tigns aiford. By love that silence was broken, And its cogent motive Taught them how lit words were spoken, If fondly they would live. If that stream so ran, and runs now, Or their souls hover round, And knowing what they then knew below, Consecrated is the ground. itTNBSAM THROUGH PAGAN CL0UD3. 15 Mind wouW into the future soar, Or on the long past dwell; But to use the fast tleeting hour Happy they, that kara vvell. So much pleagetl with their interview, The children at the brook, Bid sisters, and their brothers too, There for each other look. Sportini» joyfully on s lawn, They saw, from the jjreen woods, Leap out a nimble, playful fawn, Yonder not many rods. Its color a bright silver grpy, Creature of slender make, After its dam it fled away, Lo t what leaps it could take. Hungry for so dellcioas prey, A wild cat on a tree, Eeady any creature to slay, Soon made the children ilee. So amidst joy and sadden fright, If we could lift the veil,^ Bed men may have lived with the white, Kut sad might be the tale. Many a legend might be told, Sad scenes of bloody strife, Narrating how the young and old Ended their weary life. 16 SUNBEAM THBOUfiH PAGAN CLOTIDf. If grape vines twining forest trees, They then planted indeed, Far inland traces oft we see, Where bold hearts took the lead. A sun beam through the pagan clouds May have shone thus about, But darkness wrapt again its abroad, And the light all went out. A^aln the dark clouds rolled away, And c^er Plymouth Rock, Shone a fuller brighter ray On hardy Pilgrim Flock. Be ours the duty bounden strong, By holy motive's sway, To pursue the right ,and shun the fromg Along the Gospel Way. fFor my orthography see the Nerii^, page % ^^e-:n4 ■*fe*^^%:^ iv?.-.,- ^ ">.,.<-.*¥--3T'.-i; •4 V\ . r /^ VT;!:' ;■%/:"> ,::^^ "H.I- I i^«£f^^lik;i VRE OLIYE GROYE, POEMS BY REV. WILT.TAI\I AUTHOR OF SU>i'BEA-M THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS, ETC, Icspkeas, tairquara m bortulum, in ilores joiuinoi, Amice, atque ex Ulis sunias aliquos tlbi. SAL KM The en^raviags illustrate, tbe two first cLilstian praying, tbe third entrance tc the Olive Grov •, the fourth christian in prison, the fitth chriadu:; dyiQg, and the sixth tha Plough Boy's espousci bridcy referino; to a series of poems tbrthcoaiiuj;. if the Lord will ^■A-%. -t»s*Ljj;A*Ltb<«ai.ttjt![:ii.iU„ i«b«»3iuMt«asi^iiktta^^ t ^jfisw jsU^ PREFACE. pf^M- Rain-drops in fho season of blosaoms, and tjv ?p'ring;:. fruLu- rtowory lawns> ]);irtake of tloral in- ffuen';e; the human 'heart receivosjpy outward ly; wbilo inwardly a more luii^hty, umiuriu- force pre. Avoidinjj mere theoretic study, lot hei\rti warm aixl aspirino .-eeiv tliose pion;- Jsed abodes ihey in faiil) tn-e forms of bcnuiy and of eternai htrenoth; fliey fravtl j aliently onward; finally they entei ih*- naie ot pearl with joyous mien, and act otdin^' to the prom- '■ ise with white icbes .ind palms In thtir hands. Fanaticism must noi deprive us of ri( h i^ortions of seriptur* ; that which the unskil- Uil pervert, let the their hands, as palms of victory over t^in., i nil of freedom, by grace,to excel in holiness. Victors through Christ, from scenes of actu- al, public service for the gospel; from the stud- y and illustration of truth, or from society il- luminated by the lovely light of christian he- roism, detraction and intriiiue amongst tliem \\ill forever cease, truth will flourish in amaran- thine development. Thus tluMoils and peplexities of the roughest palh through this world, overcome by the gos- pel, may awake the heart to admire the theme, if uot the structure cf these verses. If grace may so bless his object, the author fears not the knights of criticism, all armed though they be with trochee and spondee, or with the prosody of English verse — hi:? ideas flow in a limpid stream, from whence at his will the Sun Beam came, and from the firtile banks springs the Olive Grove. Thanking those, who opened their hearts for I he rays that the Beam reflected from the past he now most respectfully invites them to a ';ou- lomplatiou of true, eternal joy. Salem, Dec, 1853. Exceptln^I perversion of tru'tli, hveh may find in ihis faith the purest and most abidin.u joy, and the greatest incentive to noble ac- lion — a proposition fully sustained by the per- manency of the gospel amidst human wants. Therefore acqlsitions to Xh'i christian charac- rer, without pretence to merit, are everureen The Heart's Evergreen, which those, who live find die devoted to the Lord, will wave in iheir hands, as palms of victory over sin, and of freedom, by grace,to excel in holiness. Victors through Christ, from scenes of actu- al, public service for the gospel; from tiic siud- y and illustration of truth, or from society il- iuminated by the lovely light of christian he- roi.sm, detraction and intrigue amongst ihem ^viU forever cease, truth will flourish in amaran- thine development. Thus the toils and peplexities of the rouLihest pafh through this worid, overcome by the gos- pel, may awake the heart to admire the theme, if not the structure cf these verses. If grace may so bless his object, the author fears not the knights of criticism, all armed tliough they be with trochee and spondee, or with the prosody of English verse — his ideas llqw in a limpid stream, from whence at his will the Sun Beam came, and from the fir tile banks springs the Olive Grove. Thanking those, who Opened their hearts for the rays that the Beam reflected from the past he now most respectfully invites them to a con- templation of true, eternal joy. Snlcm, Dee, 1853. 'i^^^^^^^nf^-'^^^M^''^ ^ THE HKAiirs kvki{g:ir k n\ The Olive Grjvo liatos wide untold To bowoM, wherw i*il;;riaii of old Ku-iied eacU one Beneath the olivo iiet-.^, iLat shade Paths around ibe ever green glade lo the Font-8tone. Ou that Font Btotie and pure life stream Trutti ahiii^s HI a tuU jo^ouj bedm, iieauieous piace, VVhere bo la ihe beijuining was the Word WiiO to contrite sinners will aiford ' Befroahing grace. To that refuge in the bower, Mot only iu loe summer hour; iiuc lu tue blast , The pain, the gloom ttie wreck ofhfe, Friends couae, qneliiu^ sins chadiug srifc Finu peace at last, THE IIKAH r^S EVERGREEN, f) When summer iioes to lands afar There her olorious biMiitics arc. And flowers ^ro-.v. Nn'ure revived. M^riin .iw.'ikt-?, The joyous irtfliUMKie. p:irtHke.s rhe genial jiloa. Yet on us shine llnnrciincr r;iy9, (iliUerin:^ .il'ter those us vrarni. But even tlien pleasures will come, And tiie heart need nor be lonesome; For the cold hl.ut If love in our bosoii.yi can jzlow, As. when in May nnld zephyrs blow, Sweeps liarmless [tast. Though ll)vver:i to ritern winter yield, As ihd tVo^it ca.UL'.s ov^er tlio tield, ',Vh\i heart has soil, Where pi.i.tts in iich beauty may grow, And L)i'igiii am irauchiu.; glories show, Koward ot' toil. Penitence swelling buds displays, Warmed by the Spirit's genial rays, Dripping with dew, Moistening tiie sin hardened ground, And fully permeant around Makes it anew. 10 THE HEART'S EVERGREEN. Up from amongst its rfprwadini]: '"OoL Springs ii plitat of ancient re[)UtL'; Aijraliani knew How itjj ^Q.jj trijic \o ciiliivAfe, And, while aio.>t iiraiel'tiliy lie ate, C^Jite st;oii;4 lie ^rew. Faitli so enrioliia^ to ilie heart, A full tliriviiij: everu'ieeii thou art, No winter h!i;j;[ii.s; FroriJ thy braiKjhes diops C.'iristiaa love, And in its growth tiie lloly JJove Always deli-hts. While, like Aurons rod iu (he Ark, la hearts once cold and dark, Blooiuinij; si> lair, Thou wilt a sweeter fragrance yield, Than Arabia's spicy field, Or Ceylon's air. Not alone, fond comp mions grow, And their pler.tifiil clusters Jliow ' Of juicy fruit; One, the well known sweet charity Never tearing disp:n-ity, Always wdl suit. Its leaves with pa ience infold, When hearts beeoiue heedless 'and cold And faint hope droops, ' As, together blending, both impart A balm for the sorrowful heart, On which it drops,- 'VUK .IKART S EVERCKEENV So fio The Ilenit's Kvrgreens grow, ll.ifipy finjv, who thoii- virtues know, \Vhii;h oiicc* ohraiued, Will l)y ^raci'., sin'ijl works destroy, And turn sorrow lo [lure^t joy. As (jod or>l;iiiicd. Wise ar*; they, w'lo m the Dowir, Livo \iv their l",iith HVtMy hour, Fed troiij the Vine, Strot)^, b>'"»rai;e, for heaven to grow, And as thev ihnhm happy go Fair wreaihs ijitwiiie The chaplets Ol tickle honor Oft idothe hiMds III sad dishonor; A tdiorny wreath I'^or Jcsu.s, haai»htv sinners made, liatre.i ihief. An»idst that ino(fk array, liis look Gave Ptjter a blessed rebuke; In honor ( lovvned. liaised to all his briii,ht glories high Jn love repentant many vie His praise to sound. With him the thorny era^wu they take, Joyful amidst scorn for his sake; While j^arlandi fair From tlieir iieaiu's Evergreens will groW| Around his Divine Tlirone to show, lie ward of care. rilK HI': ARTS EVERO^^.EN. ,\1.H that envy like, a weed. /iiows to drop poisonous sclmI \u liio Ihu.l lu'iirt. fiiifvin;: t|,(. Holy Dove away; J'\h' lilt camiot will) rnwor stay, Jkit nMJ>t (iepHrt , Yft iftlie. True Vine Ivi^ urovvn tliere, The HushHnviiu:in will, with good care, 'I'lie weci', uprooi; Tliat the Dove ui.iy aLMiii appear, Aiuoniist the eiusters without fear, Fond of the fVuiu More happv that lieart, than where grow Ivank. iioxiou.s ,>vef.d,s.\vith Iruits of woe, Where tiau;ilit withiti Is sait^l\- sioii'd loi future fjood. And man sjunns avvay ^o.s[)el food, 'J'o f(;i'd on sin. As sin !o i'ldeJi's Bower came, So now it makes a l)!i;4htii)g shame: But lo a cloud J^^uU swellinj with heavenly rain, llevives the withered heart again To i)/aisos loud. One drop In the heart is cleansing, Lite thttiiinii all the veins dif'using. Potent it*i sway, As should desertSjby men long trackless, Bloom with flowers rich and fadeless, In one short dav. rilF. IliCART S EVKR(xREE>J.l3 \iis, m ibe prisoiTs (Iiiai2;eoa o-looin, Those evergreens will Tally bloom, Where martyrs stronjf. As Buayan, gather sweet liowers, Which, in sj)Ite oi' sinful powers, They strew alonj;. Nor (lowers alone of joy are given To pilgrims pressing towards heaven; Thev m-nic Kove, The strains harmonious flow, Nor discord, a-< on earlli i).'lovv, Is heard above. Warbling in sweetest strains of love? Winged attendants of the Uove Around us lly; Cheered by {\\-.'u- melodious song Pilgrims travel the ro.id a-long Tthough flesh must die. The melodies of earthly bards, Amidst strains of heavenly guards, Too weak they arc; In death it will calm rising tear Those seraphic notes to hear Sotlnding in air. Wreaths ever green around thy head, Sinners chaose, while thay may ba had; 1 hoQ death to cheer, T'urning from earth's languishing song, Listen how those full notes prolong Upon the ear. 1 4 T H E M F A 1? T" ^ T-: V K K G \i E 1^ X So flows our soji" oii, vjobhnc on, The strain a swi l)in;r, eriillp.-s.oiu-, The sj)irit voit-t ; Hearts of the pM.sf loved its sw.-iv, Hearts oftln^ larlhest Ititntc liay It ■will rejoice. Thoi];;li there jx-aLs r o note ui tJiuiuler, ArousiiiL' those tlmt ^vould slumLor Amidst tlie hl:i/e, Lightnii)L' from lnn<; r.e^'lefted truth, Plashinj; njion ' sires, ?liowin«: youth Their .^infn! ways; "While terror j*lee])S with terror's cause, Most wise is he, who leanis those hiws, The chain well wi ought From themes of purest, surest love. As are the Cross, the Lamb ,the Dovf-, Friends scorn them not. APPENDIX. 1.5 The Olive Grove Gates. It is said open to me the gates of righteousness; Ps.118. 19. Go to the mount. aiuI tVfch olive branches, Neb. 8. 15. What be these two olive branches which throu;:h the two ;.»ol(lcn j)ij)eji empty the golden ojl out of themselves? And he nnswt'ied iii*'. Jind sai dank lo'jd and heavv, May heaven end life so weary. Ilatkl sweet, celestial sounds are heard, Son;;s af) are revo^iled in 'the word'. Though tette?-s have chafed me so long, Tot (I'o i be my Father, 1 am strong. Thou;;h gasping, so very faint, Su|TK-V'-^ Fani-well all. l)uttlie ;iO>pel tte.isuve , Amiilst t!»v ricluv-i li't uui .-athron- I shuU be free, Jesus inv S.iviour tluTt! to st^.e. The Ch;in.)t rou -s s'.veer is tlic soiuv 1 , Bright liiiht is hoimiti- :jH iiioiin(.. Now to biinv oce:iii niu'i »'-'. Fierce whirlwinds tcari«^u' the rigging, The ship plnnire.^. Round she lurcltfsr In the deep troa.'h w.iv.'S aadh over From stem to stcra thoy h;ive gtove her, The fallitvi luast:^ iio by the boa^nl; The full Ch.ifiot ii(L^so^er se i, ^ Say twenty sojIs o,- iidiv; there be- When calm ami smootli the ocean sleeps, Far over i:r»?!«ii i>I li'is the storm sweeps. Yon bUck flou'ls like high mountain are, While stillness reii^iKs throui^h-out the ttir. Sf>Dn llnh red eh.iins of chrinklii:<5 tire, Then rumblin;:, >!»:ikiuL'. auful clatter, As if force Th nature raves when lig'jtnlngs flash, Or with disHit^e eoiisumes the fiesh; Yet her gentler mood will restore Some beauteous forms as before. Look on that charming, youthful face, Fever flushes amidst its grace; Those cheeks, those eyes, those lips so fulr Eloquently plead oh Lord spare. ^ THE CHARIOT ISRAEL- Tbo steeds nrp heard, But y«t (letered ^ •• is the hour, when tka soul must ^o From earth, to leave Us yfttl ♦>«• wo-. Man standing on llf- 'soufmOfi^ ▼--g«. MorcT for him he'- cUims will urge, The Chariai: goes a-othf^r wa^, Yet soon will ccme .hat fi? al daj- Bat the Poet tf> d^^at^^ must b-w, Wte^^ hnhny ^in.l» play lourd his bro^- His spirit ! «s lonf: roved abroad., For objects that cun joy afford, The brooks, the rireri, th'^ ^;eeaii Sustain his hijih rapt devotion; HiSs and mountnins ^4' crjiggv rocks. Whose secrets his liva word unlocks, Sfars, moon, sun, with blu^ canopy, Si^bliino ho^r, bis great eompa-'-^r At noornin", noon and HJght. y* j^-^ Were minisiers to his isearfs «»«• Thus the exit Of burninjj wjt Fr&m pale forii, worn-out abode, Off flA»!iing back on its naw foad — Thus his soul on spreading piision, Soars to eternal dominion, There of flesh tinrobivl, es^s new themes Unfold amidst henvenlv beams. But as m"re i^^ teller; is cold. The joys of Christittn love are told — That is the tnf»mc t v light 'he lamp, It warmt, whe?- death is c«dd and damp. When thui is th« port's exit, Hif last words Ara immoTtal wit THE CIlAllIOT OF ISRAEL. Lifi! by faith enriches the vors6 With poetry that hearts rehearse; I'or it makfts the broad, deep streams flow, '1 liat bear oiuvard all the jays we know. Yes wo, loTC that nielodious strain, 'I'hat makfis rruej:>y,and cures our paia. So ior youth that pjay on the lawn, Joyoud ii; life's promising dawn, X''or thj:*d that lide life's iojunin;^ wave, For t:<,ve orjj;ohJ. their pivth to pave, For the 01 I man, inGrra and hoary» ) vjouI'I b« plain or llow«;ry, As iiiiy;ht iii-jitn ihcnx all to read, And uoi)!y 's<^ttrch th* lScri})ture3 indee'^;' Then, »s (tKty.'syho throu«>h salt wastes go, llejoice (o si fj fr.'^h waters tlow, Jf, al! uncouth as ia my line. It Mj may ptutiiadeyou to comblaa, Yoa will be i;!ad, Nor i b • sad, When t.he.Ch.iriot shall have corns To take us to our spirit homg. Conie friends, come oae,come all To my Grove, I invite, iVot for gf.ld. a boon too small, But foi more sare delight. My ver,$es cad early or late; Think what it is they say. Until we enter heaven's gat«, For it seek and pray. APPENDIX. FtJt-well awhile, to meet again, When the Plough Toy shall aid To earic'h a sweel rural straii, With Ellen, his fond maid. Jfo steel clad knight for bloody strife, Valorous in war song, But cottage humble, christian lift, New England's hills among, Bhall please all, that 'tis well topleast, His good cheer to follow, Who by tilling the soil, gains eaft With fruit ripe and mellow- B«t to show by the Gospel Bro«k, The ^ood loving Shepherd dniding his sheep with frieadly crookf Bt theme often prefered. p.. v^ j,^- ' m.^.M :f^../c/^vl :MHdSi#^. The Lotsill family is intro- duced to balance, or be faithful in the descrintion of human nature, and will come forward in the renovated vigor of the Gospe), The power which the Plougboy's flute has over the cow, see the illustration^ is often observed, and drawn to let rural habits be seen in their simplicity. It also teaches us a good moral. Amidst flocks Moses saw the burning bush; but ho was angered by man at the watera of strife. --.•r^,^-^^ ^m:''?i% ri4.i'^^_ Ig9^ ife- trplTtlll 1 ^'Kiiitj v,nr 4/ \p ..^^, }',"; MI^ --#,)V^}f)^ ^?^o\i THE PLOUGHBOY. Low gable roof, and all sides brown The cottage by the moor Has a charming: site out from town, And t'le inmates were four. There Jerome and Roland were born, And Ellen, their sister, * Whose cradle rockers, so much worn, Gouid be rocked no faster. Well Jerome, Roland and Ellen too, In their so bumble life, To love each other sweetly know, Unused to noisy strife. Jerome they say had bright blue eyes As sister Ellen had, And no neighbor ever denies Eolafid was a good lad. Their grandmother useful, though old, As people used to talk, To those children good stories told At homo or in a walk. 8 TUB FL0U/;H!3'u Jillea in wonder would say why! Roland inteat said hash' But Jerome. g»i7, sportive and sljr Would give thom all a puili. For that push, thoagh well you l I'uie, Humble pfeyer with grateCiil song Glowing with faith arise. That Heaven bless them all day long, Making thcuj truly wise. Jsew milk, foaming in ample pans, Makes tbe good dairy smil.e. Or poured into 8W©et,ceady cans Is Bold in little while. Look now upon the farmer's fare. Can your hearts spurn the Joy? That tiany merfthaats gladly »baf«» Eke men whom they employ. Forget each vain, perplexing osre, Give tbe heart its rights, Go luxuriate with me where Arg found rural delights 10 *THE PLOUGHBOYv Poetry bre.itlw every where, In all [&i\ds foad to dvvel), if men will in its spirit share, Noiv brake tho sacred spell. Wheni t'le heart it^ at hamts Leaving the world of fretful strife, Whoa the muse is welcome. Tell us of children's gaileU-^ss play Around the warm bemth stona; Sportive ebildbood, gay, happy day Joys more s^veet life has none So stay as grandam knitting socks Where daaies are us^d t > sit, Columbines gathered among rock.- Are brought all dripping we-. Again where birds joy vocal lualc.^ Around their woody ho.n-; Before school, across niaory bi'a % :■},]?■■ A ^k:" «-j> S \ THE PLOUGHBOY. 31 Ah, still religion's warning voice, Quench her ardent spirit, What reraains is not worth your choice, Void of bliss or merit. Yet think not costly fanes alone, And the lonp; sombre aisle, Where swells the organ's solemn tone, Gains heaven's loving smile. Faith has temples of lofty dome. Music from truth's full choir, LijjUt dispelling dark clouds of gloom, Hopes that joyous aspire. When bigot zeal runs blindly mad, Blazing hijzh to consume, 'Tis there fellowship may be had, Where loving hearts commune. Where two or three, if in Christ's name, Whose hopes in him begin, Find God confers on them the same As on all hating sin. But in the twilight's lovely glow, With thoughts all so pleasant. One happy scene now let me show With the cottage tenant. Home at holy twilight see there, Youth and age at leisure. When is forgot all worldly care In the purest pleasure. 'Vh^ Plou-ihboy tares his voice for praise, miei) (loth not delay With her brother:, «he notes to raise. In the glad cotters' lay. 32 THE PLOUGHBOY. The sonji is music from the heart, The Ploughboy loves so well, Risbt cheerily he sing* his part, His sacred joys to tell. Praise, constant praise fill oar cottage, Join harmonious song, Let youih make choral joy with age, To God ihe strain prolong. Where life be^an, the altar raise, Love*!? oblation laid there, Renewed shall be through all our dayg, Our sacred, joyous care. Peace, plenty and good rosy health. Cheering our honest toil. Bo our constant, fall source of wealth, Who cultivate the soil. Though mv own be these woids of ?ong, Cottage life to pjortray. tt surelv 13 not vain, or wrong To write so humble lay ^/ If^f / "3 if /f ^ Ttiiu L'iv) JGtl-'OY. A ruV'», FtHT 8t(JOND, COMPOSED, II.LL.STKATED & PU15I.ISI1KD SOLELY BY REV. WILLIAM COOK. AUTHOR OF OLIVE GROVE, ETC SALEM. 1855. TRAXSLATION OF LATIN 37 OX PAGE 42. But faitb, hi all things doth clearly see God, Oar Lord to praise join earth, sky and sea. NOTES. Cry aloud good Elijah said. 1 Kings* 18. 27. If she fill not the golden towl. Eccl. 12 C. Edwards, the gooc» Divine. Rev, Jonatha!i Kd'Viiids, A, M, Author of Trea- tise onKeligious A (lections. And grace for grace bestow, John. 1. 16. No naiad's bri^rht spatlding fountain. This line sl»o\vs that the enchantress has not perverted our literaturn, and may also remind as of the merely sparkling style, void of true, in- trinsic forctt. Natp.re needs not such embellish- ments Niagara's spray increaseth 'the rainbow beauties, & the <;]ectric fluid, which anon flashes athwart the celestial dome. Now let sparkling refer to the agitation of water. The ocean has at night, as it were, a fire crested wave, as the ship sails gallantly through the phosphorescent display. The God of all these sublime phenomena gaya VlS Son to die for onr salvation. 38 FliEFACiti. HuraaQ lite is also the life of poetry- Everyman, God willing, may tread the earth for the same )oy or sorrow as those of his capacity and education, a contin- ual undulation of being, from everlasting to when time shall be no more. The waves of passion in war's bloody contention, may rise with mo8f terr'fic force, dashing its victims on the shores of eternity — anon the flow may bo un- ruffled, & aid the poet to instruct, and a- muse by continuous Stincidental events. 'J'he Kir^t Part of The Ploughboy portraying some sfthcso. life scenes, has gone to the strife ot hearts and minds. The author sought no ujore app'ause, than has been aw.irded. The Wits of the age have not broke my ploughshare, f. One writer, enriching his prose with the charms of my verse, gave the world a melodrame. hailing with delight Mhe great national enic'. He luxuriates in his description as the sun among the clouds of an Italian sky.Peaoe be to him. Anon op -itrfamed the Aurora-borealia of Maine, wrting on mid heaven that the Ploughboy ia 'the Pot.'m of the nine- teenth century' The l/jst reviewer i.ot knowing bow the author received his title of Rev. — ©r- dained him in true poetic style; a3 'the author of a great poem'. Heaven bless the rite, and him that of!ici«ted. The author waa ordained iu Cbrist'a Church Boston, by the late Rt. Rev.Al- exander V Griswold. D. D. the third day of May, 1837. He has ofllciated regu- larly in all 'good fidelity' to the gospel, in charity for all ,who believe in our Lord, and avoid persecution. The religion ol the Puritans sustained them in founding the New En- gland States; hence ,a8 poetry is bt-aute- ou3 only in the spotless robes of truth, this poem honors those, who in Divine Providence were enabled to make ready fields so rich in classic fruits and (lowers. If faults must be portniyed, they will be in those parts of the robe wliere i hey are inwove. The purest robes of heaven would be spotted, if they could be worn in this sinful world. The scene is opened flmidst the beauties of night, thus introducing traits of characttfT which ure seen only amidst household retirement: where the moon beams talk iu our imagination — where good Peggy moves in no useles!». though humble sphere. Such a maid furn'shed the money to publish in this oountry the tract called the Swear^.'r s Pr lyer. Every patriot must be interested in the history ol' V etron, who, for his country, having forced himself from his home, his son meets him for jmother blessing, then after manv vear.-^ ret'.irn^ for' orn. 42 PKKFACK. Let the Uioral of this episode dispose the heart to cherish every noble, every chris- tian emotion. Though, as every-where big- otry and persecution maculated the vest- ments of charity; many noble, heroic traite incite us to perfect the national character our Father? strove to form. A\ ho so baseV as to mar a fabric that contains so durable and precious stones from other structures, that adorn Zion's everlasting bill A truth here commands respect, not merely for those denominated Puritans; but for their ootemporary aids. As the immortal poet must be beauteous only in the amaranthine flowers ol truth, let impartial history give the Deeded evidence on this point. Sed fides— In omnibus rebus — Videt Deum; Mare, terra et cselum laudant Nostrum Dominum. These latin hexameters are composed by the author of the Ploughboy, with hopes oi stimulating youth to act worthy oi their country in every virtue. Never fetter any part of manhood. Let the union flag of free- dom cheer as the breeze on which it floats. Salem. Febraarv, 1855. /Tc--U;t^v;/ ^-?V^- -:^^ ^' .::-}C ■• ; J^^^n- ^i 1 .• > (* -.-^ .' " Y S *' A . "^ ^^. fell f* THE PLOUOHBOY; 45 The moon poures all her charms to nieht Un h II an.l plain around, So friendacorae learn wha/ rich delight U with the Ploughboy found. Ye^ come see his rural homestead, The farm and farmer's fare, Where he for virtue was well bred. His parent's fondest care. Hark, hear that distant boo^o.oo. As walking by moon light, He whistle-!, instructing carlo To be still, and not bite. Then coming round the woody hill, Among dark coppice shade, In nocternal strains the whip-poor-will. Gives bitn a sereoade. U THE PLOUGHBOV. His pony looks over the wall For bisiDHster't) fond pat, When he is at home, carlo and all Show their pleasure there-at Th' wakeful turkeys loudly goble, Cows lick their hairy hides, Each brute creature, as it is able, la his kindness confides. Around the impaitial moon beam, Although truly sublime, Shines on many a sleeper's dream, On virtue, and on crime. Forms seem to move in varied shade, Yet still lay in repose, Beauteous harmoney is made That still night only shows. This scene wins the heart into mood, As rays through fane window Pour their sombre with brighter floO(), Sacred power to show; Or like to sportive, ready wit. That well adorns its place; As is oft seen in eacred writ. From whi^h sin flies apace. Cry aloud, good Elijah said, Baal on a journey, Or else asleep, witholds his aid, Which for gods is funny. So ye who, to sin by moon-light, Forget God fills that place, You forewarning, I wish good night, And much restraining grace- THE VLOV^nUiOY. 47 No, no, good Irieiid, remain longer, 'Tis a most charming night — See, renard round barn-} aid oornisr Runs rougisU uut ot s];;(>t. The fox acts like temptation, Like motives in our hearts. Like some cherished inclination Toward treacherous arts. But bark, bear now that dulcet pound From the farmhouse window. Where the Ploughboy bis tlute has found, Just for one tune or so. The music old Peppy awaktie, Who, happy in sweet rest, Says what melody that flute makes, Midst my dream of the blest. But it is to please her dear pet, And so to let him play, v. No more she dreams, without regret, Until she hears him say ^eggy, kind Peggy, do you hear? She ready his love to win. Replies yes, tell your wish, my dear. 'Tis let my friend come in.' A strange introduction forsooth, But as life goes along. There are some funny things in youth, Never let there be wrong. A soft couch the kind maid prepares, And then in gentle tone. Asks will you please to come up staire? There he is left alone. 48 THE PT.OUGHBOi. Home-spun, on a larmer's soft bed, See both sheets an(] cuunterpain, The feathers from geese Peggy ied, Blankets the sh«eptold*8 gain. The mats upon the clean washed floor Good taste and skill display, Braided from clothes all thieadbare Yiort. The work for rainy day. Chairs that were made in times of old. With backs stiff and erect, The carving antique, sheen as gold, As with brightness bedecked The eagle perched upon th' mirror high, With pinions out spread wide Appears always ready to fly, 'Tis wood, so must abide. Around are pictures of fond triends, Edwards the good Divine, And those on whom his robe descends, In miniature shine. Washington, hero, good as great, In all homes you may see, The well beloved, revered inmate, In all his dignity. The stately lable wrought of oak In days of festive song, Or of fierce clashing sabre-stroke, When men had things made strong. Perhaps in some old castle hall, Around it were seated ilnip;hts ready at clarion's loud call Thtt.Marmion treated T HE FLO UGH B( A. 49 Upon it now is always found The Bible in rich sheen. With books in doctrine digbted sound To toll what it may mean. While virtue can sweeten auch rest, By rural labor got, Truly will those homes become blest; Karth has no better lot. No watchman his nightly round goes, Or heavy tread is heard, To distrub refreshing repose For man, for beast, for bird. The ni^iht is rest time, so still, And its bjilmy pure air Inhaled fiesh from grove and hill, Weary man well may share. 'Tis where the Ploughboy life began, Amidst those rocks and hills. Is found the working countryman On the soil that he tills. But lo, the hours have sped along, The beauteous morn has come, Now the glad birds renew their^ottg, Earth resounding welcome. Soon Peggy, just her mind to show, Thus to the PloughboycSays, Dear, 'twas wrong to serve me so No more such rougish ways' l^ay jdear aunt, yoii,know me well; *For brightly th'moon did shine, "So now to oar folks please to tell That is a friend of mine. 5e THE PLOUGimui. So now tis a rare chance to sbow^ In hospitable mood, How completely to please you kno >v By the flavour of th' fooil. Ha, ha, sweet darling, as you wish With what is choice and nice, Charm-like I '11 fill every dish, All served up to suffice. Just in time old Uicbard's milk-can, And eggs to enrich the fare. May heaven bless the useful man! Thrice double be his share. Like busy bees, all are stirring. Both father and mother, Lucy, young Lucy is churninfr, 'Tis work and bliss together. Suppose some one there, just think so, Among th^m .residing, To Hnd scenes :^ THE PLOUGHBOY. Yet some in praise ot Vetron spoke, Vetron, so ^lood, ao brave, Who met the foes, their ranks be broke, Dear freeiiom's caase to save. His wife, amidst dubious ills, It' indeed a widow, At death bequeathed to the Lotsills Good upland and meadow. John was expert among his craft, And always might have been, Had he not made so large a draft, Whence comes no good to men. Suppose he had presentiment, That Vetron might appear. Header, strive for contentment, Ag.iiiJst such rising fear. 6ince :reation's fresh, blushing moro, With wisdom or with power, What m.in this earth around, wag bom To stop time for an hour? Duty in all events demands, That, since so (rail we are, In faith to apply both heart and hands, All else will be God's care. John, like many, had well began, But tempted to despair. He then'appeared a man undone, Nor dared in hope to share. Kind Ellen cheered his sad heart, And light shone in once more, Where it appeared beyond all art Joyous hope to restore. THE PL()UGHBOY> 65 With bonny flag and canvas bri-ir, Over the deep swell mg ty such semes, must be dignified, while it it will become more beautiful as our ob- servation enables us to eherish its associ- ations with ail our endearments of lite. The language of passion cannot retain the heart in its power; for the emotions naturally quick, beyond control, soon live, & as soon die. Diction may duly blend these powers, alway wisely indulgent, never passionless, never void of good instruction. The Psalmist David had unrivalled elo- quence in every department of literature. 72 i»BEFACE A penitent sinner, under circurastnn- cies the most royal, where nionarcbs have shielded wickedness by insignia,, his lan- guage in the fifty first Fsalm is li auj,4it with truly impassioned beauties. The pa?, sion lor Bath-fheba was converteJ to an invincible desire to regain God's iiivoi. The mighty spiritual contpsr ends not, until the struggle results in eter- nal joy. Where hypocricy has not con- trol, such shall be the lervor of ray song in the Piougboy, not only lor the sect that first.consecrated the forest, but lor all, who> as religious toleration was learned, be- came associated with them iu the United kStates. All who like Ellen and the Ploughboy may claim them, and imitate their virtues. Associate them withBun- yan'a Pilgrim, with Jeremey Taylor's Ho- ly living and holy Dying, and with The Little itempis. Gaudio vel dolori erunt Nuptiae tibi; Sed in bonis oordibus est J)€P8 eemper. Before the Fonrth Part of The PJough- boy will be published, the anthor think- ing th fepublic for patronage, intends to iedue TOb Telegraph, a poem fonndeJ ^n interesting fflct^. PREFACE. 73 The lines on,|be following page express a pleasant remembrance of one whose ami' able deportment truly won them. No creeds nor sectg can subdue the ardor of the heart that throbs with the emotions with which they are iraught. I believe ahd humbly re'oice In the Divinity of Christ — yet 1 tan love the spirit nt our Lord when breathed b^ any brother, although that brother wears not the same bad^e of christian faith. The liymn foi sailors^ alluded to in i7iy veracs, was composed by the late Rev. Dr. Flint for an anniversary meeting of fhe Seaman's Widow and Orphan Aa- sOGiatonheld at the South Congregational Church,Salcm, The Pastor of that Church for fifty yeara has Preached 'Christ crucified.' For fifty years the Herald stood, Souls to time many came, Souls Iteii tiuie^ with instruction good, Tc all he preached the same, Y^ strong, ye weak, they are troly wiso Who in the narrow way, Press towards the mark for the prize, Where Chriet calls them aw|;. M PREFACE. A TRiBUTE TO THE MEMORY OP XHE LATE RE V.JAMES FLINT, BD. Silent that barp late beard in tune, Sweetly warbling like birds in June; The Spirit-songster no more appears, Griet demanded tlie niourner's tears. Kot mere summer songs sang our bard; When sorrow's road wa? thorny and hard, When winter brouglit her frosty compeers, lija strains subdued the poor man's feara. 4 it v::\d thuii I last hearu bis song From prases the gold to charm along; .Ah bia muse did the Sailorboy befriend, The rich echo never will end- F'-T Hairrison his most classic dirge, ])r,io(ul as ocean's moaning surge, T.Tnto each sad heart gave reliet, IJv Mttering the nation's grief. In tlic Fane, where oft wont to plead, }^obed for the grave, friends saw him dead. Now in bi« sorg consecrated grove. For him ilowere shall tell our love. 'J'o widow, and fatherlest^ child, To Irionds made happy when Le smiled, To all lliat ;^aw"^lis ready bow, Above death's shades, lo,be speaketb now. *rjilve up, take up, bear on, bear on 'Xhw blood Tcd cross, till heaven is won, When Clod full richly will repay those Tvha extend the gospel sway. In the |;ine, where oft mcmt io pka(lt THE PLOUGHBQY- Drear -would parihbe, bve gono awav, lils werie great long before; Bat alas, in aucb luckless day, Pleaspure would be no more. Life has sure boon of Jove 1o win; No fickle game she plays, If fraud is'found, tis work of sin, God makes good all his ways. Frize her not for mere ruddy hue; For time will often show This one false in heart, that one true; Study thyself to know. As empty cups to thirsty lips, So beauty, without heart, When mortal man for pleasure sips, relief orlv doth iaipart. 78 THE PLOUGHBOXi Yet beauty may have heart to love , Beauty has joyous grace , When true, like angels from above, To cheer every place. God made beauty for virtue true. Charms for youth, bright though old. Let her pure, healthy buds bloom for yOU, Her garb arround you fold. Such love and beauty wake the song, Where carol, carol birds, Rural strains for earth to prolong, Singing their instinct words. THK WEDDING DAY. Now hark what sounds so sweet we hear, From the gathering throng, Mild zephyrs blow, the sky is clear, As they come th' roads along. See how many, and many more, Country girls, country boys. To the good cottage by the moor Go to swell nuptial joys. Lo, those old men with oaken canes, Dame>, companions in age. Whoso tales of goodly ancient days The ardent minds engage. Since life in youth or age can dress- As time wears morn or noon, Tbo crood poet can do no less 'X\iiM\ bJeiid them well in tune. THE rLOTIGHBOY. But while the eong must be of man, Know how my words do burn, I will incite you, if I can — To live in love, and learn Character in every shade, Even on wedding day; In our hearts let the test be made, A* we tread on life's way. Dame doubt is like plants slow to bloom , That look not at the sun, But down to earth in dreary gloom, Her life goes joyless on. Dame hope is like the smiling morn, AlwavH brighter beaming, With her none can long mourn forlorn, All see good days coming. Miss envy, dark cloud by bright star, That fierce winds drive anon. Would rather increase grievous care, Than cheer all happy on. Jane Sympathy has gentle heart, If ills befall, to come« With ready at hand kindly art That cheers up sorrow's home. James Skill has thoughts that in bis lifo To usefulness aspire; While others fret, or fail in strife, He works out his desire. From scenes of ease or good employ Join the sad with the gay. As they come to see the Ploughboy On his glad wedding- day 80 THE PLOUGilBOY. _ _ 'Tifl vrell, let home be where it may. Not to live mooding dull, When pleasures come, and naught to pay r But hearts truly grateful. See yonder blind Stephen is led, . rj Who never saw the sun, . , Day on his eyes no light has shed, ; . ..■^- He walks in darkness on. But he hears, speak kind words to bim» a Tie seeks heavenly lighS *■ His the pr3yer,and hi:^ the hymn,. ..,.(■ Musick is hie delight. , _ • - : : . ,u l)y his fiidc 8»>e that gnaw white Iambi ... <, Klo\vt;j:i adorn his ncek, Thy emblem* O SON of I AM, When dying for our sake. Then good loving Mary Lotsillj And Jerry full of unrth, . J3fing two white doves, that truly will,, ,- Cooing, speak Ellen's w<>nh. , . Such jiiiftF, if 1«.^S3 dazzUvig than geld, When that ix seldom had, - Will cheer the heart with joy tintQi^j Their want would make it s^d. Four girls, fair as a rose cafi blow, Flora in wreaths display, And all the people wiih them go* As they pass on their way To where Vetron, the brave has come, To all smiling he bows. Though he hears no inspiring drum, He sweeter pleasure kncTvs. ,'■ ^itzLsiii. m-G.. -,ra I'his lamb, tbougli k I never saw, THE PLOUGHBQY. S^ : 'XWas amidst scenes hap])y like lliis At Cana iwo did wftd, When our Lord , to inoroase their LU;)a< Pure wine of water made, Not with temptation to sparkle; For as Jesus 'knew no sin', He wrought thid, tiis first uuraclej Men unto truth to win. Heaven and earth shall pas3 away, Said onr most holy Lord, Never, never, in any way Shall my inspired word. He, who thus blessed hymjen's rite, Is near on wedding day. In all these seenes he finds delight, His will should love ob^y. Be this rite by hij gospel blessed, Freedom shall never lack, From north to south, from east to west, Her oar will clear the track. TjQt the fisherman a^ his line, The Plougliboy by the moor, Find that.led by the hand divine, Gospel sheep are «6t poor. SCE:*rE3 AT THE COTTAGE. Now Ellen, to prove this promise true, In plighted, sacred vows, By ber life's devotion wJllte^j^ch yon Trne love no. languor kiiowsj 84 THE PLOUGUBOY. Then sidg muse like some sei'apb glad, But siGg for earth thy strain, Sing that joyous faith may bo had In what God did ordain. As flowets bloom wild by the moor. The maid 13 nature's child, And the groops that surround her dooi Know her life undetilcd. Not perfect as ii smooth marble, NoJ- asset tuneful strain, But her heart beats amiabk, And can friendabip maintain. Si«oa her life was one of a friend At borne, at school, ju»t 60 Her blias with the PloughbO}** will blCB^r In wIH, in work to go. Lo as (hoy come, the youD^^^ thd o1d| The wedding scene to grace, Stephen, with his lamh froo the foJcl^ Canrtct see Kltcn'a face, But: hears her woids of symjpathy, And arround her fair n€ck, In all his glow of ecstacy, Throws a wreath for love*t> take. Then Ploughboy, he aajrif, take isy tiim%, And when blest as briilegroom^ Bcoauso blind boy, alas, I am. Light thou my dreary gloom. Thy lovely words cheer my long night, For unto the kne heart Such radiance of gospel light JD^h joToufueas imparl. THE PLQUGHBOY. 85 This lamb, though it I never aaw, Mosr gentle 'tis I know, Has taught me that love h the law By which we safely go. This world, they oft tell me, is vain. t wish for eyes to see, But this forsooth appears^tjuite plain God made E!!en tor thea. Sea Mary with her little <]ovfv * J'erry has the other, Both their afiection fully proyf^. Singing thus together. Hear kind maid, kind maid by the moor These cooing, cooing dotes, ' Love Hke them, constant ever rtiovfi A true heart never rove.f. With their garlands so fresh, so fair, They all in joyons mood, IJntathe village fhurrli repair To flee ft rit'» 5o good. A? they onward go, Vetron teHs How it was England's Queen 'They married amidst pealing bells What rPtiPMe y hia^ walk. But I ei\: comebVii'd'as Tor; KsGuire :'%:.,.™-v' ^- TJHfi FLOUGHBOY. 89 Bnt horci comes Versus 'iWt ."Esquirey firci at ilic B«! h^> oak, Wnile from bim Ujc j^ullty retire, Tl^e vtiOP'jjcd his aid invoke. Law keeps him in great commotioc; ILhc it does not know, iVlany s-ceing his promotion I^Jakti him iheir Cisero. But sirlfo gets the corn from the bin| CVrn faimers sweat to hoe, 'Which, had [hey all more peaceful been, They might have kept, you know. Doctor Ilealtbblodm, the rose of joy, Hig sunbs your gloom dispel, That married folks may him employ, Oi his likill many tell. Now on the preen meet together, Grandam infirm and old, The Ploiif»bboy's father and mother, VVitb those of whom I told. Koland and Jerome gentle youtb, From Ellen sad to part. Esteem the Plonghboy much lorsooth, And thus solace the heart. Four lusty swains, girls goodly four, Their garland arch to rear, See in ranks at the chapel door, As the couple appear, Wiio in goodly apparel clad Unto the altar go. Thus to see them there all are gladj Ai oiiiiling faces bbow. 90 THE PLOUGHBOY j^^^i^il^^— ^^^— — M— ^— p— IM^— ^M^— ■— I Will, tt Now sounds the organ throagh tlie fane Till with faith to inspire, The Pastor doth as Christ ordains, Of the Ploughboy inquire Will you have Ellen for fond wife In christian harmony, To love, honor, and cherish through life In good raatrimon}' ? He says so aid nie if God will, I this vow till death will fulfil. Ellen, will you, come weal, come "WOe, Always p.itiently learn For the Ploughboy true love to sboW) He thus doth ask in turn. She says so aid me if God will, I this vow till death will fulfil. Th' Ploughboy says by my ring— hear HOti Father, Son, and Holy Ghost— Tfa^e, Ellen, with goods I endow '^Cheerly to my utmost. Joined by holy vows they kneeling, Hear tlie fervent prayer, That God to them grace revealing, "Make them his constant care. All things In christian order done, They before known as two, Are made by holy wedlock one. Until death the same undo. Lel,ere tbe.sacred courts they leave, Pearianli JeJsovah praise, ^ Ljet,tlpm choral harmony give, «^^AmV thieir hotannas raise |P|JjR.f«!Wip^a^iH*^^^ ^ THE PLOUGHBQV. 95 God that made us with love ioglow^ ■ BIes3 these vows hetc made, Confirm these hearts, to them kvor show, AfTection's fervor aid. Father of love. Father of grace, Dwell thou around their home, And be their hearts thy dwelling place, Come Je3us, Saviour cotn all n»v countries sake. k THE PLOUGH BOY. 99 Bat they say reveal more of love, Of that passion flower Dropt by anpels from scenes above, In froodly, blisslul hour. Some folks call Iitin a boy Tvith wings^ And very li<»ht they say, One that dots some curious things, And then lie Hies away. 1 think he must be more than boy, Or a fading flower. For he does greatest wits employ, Swayed by bis power. Two pretty birds were on a tree. They chirped in fondness long. They played in all love's ecstacy, Sweet was their loving soiig. 1 bave sbowcfd you two pretty youtb, Fond love with reason too, They know of error, and of truth, By grace, are christians true. PsBsioDB they have, affection pure, The one-by natnre came* The other friendship maketh eul^i Through changing scenes the eaoie* But now I wish iry pretty rhyme. That thou rc!nair> at rest, And since I need thee not this time. Come when else you may list.' In eloqucDce let numbers roll, Pure, classic thoi^bts I want, While truth and Iwe them control, Of no more I will yauot. 100 THE Pf.OIJGHBOY. THK DIGRfidSlOK. Lo, In the groen wild W00J3 were assembled Endicot, SaltonStdll and their compeers, Winthrop jineping'liie in itsh'&ppy, sunny glow; For love lives by loving, my dear, you know. Wife. Indeed that love live? by loving is clear; But its course must have many ;i turning, And to mak« this truth more plainly appear, I will give you such proct by Wty churning, That all the Jewetts auld langsyne learning, Will eat my butter with such a good zest, 'Twill make their faces smile as the morning. iSo let you go east, or lef you go west, Of my love you will have this one good test. Husband. Love lives by that whicT) the most love begets; He that peeks all for his own craving heart, Will find that far beyond his biigbtest wits, There lives a power not won by his art, Bnk which, if done be his appointed part, Will make joyous his scene of mortal life So dear, let us from your rule not depart; But if the world will have \\s clashing strife, Let there b9 none between husband and wife. lOi IHK FLOUGHBOY. Wite. But let us look from earth for aid above; Theu what favors heaven may to us grant, Take we for tokens of infinite love. Surely in the Infinite is no want-^ While ill our frail selves 'tis folly to vaunt, Let us keep the most giateful song alive, . And if for grace our souls ardeatly pant,^ Know wo that as Christ from death did revive, So Go^l will us of no benetit iie^rive* HusbAfld. ■ We will drink the cup that the angels bring, Nor murmur should we, if hitter it taste; But to hope's strong anchor rope firmly cling, Deeming God's mercy far too rich to waste; He rules not in wrath, he acts not in haste, He is all love, 'it hough hi8 (reatures do din, And giveth us freely, as he knows best, What will erring hearts to holiness win; Justic and mercy united have been. Wife; Yes indeed these traths give as swiaet maatia, As life's wilderness tofretber we tread. Of on her brigtly blooming savanna They will tell us of the vale of the dead^ And how peacefully there to lay tii& li^sd, Pillowed on Jesas* bosom, in *eposc, Till in his chariot we have outsped :. AH the ills that earthly- tiveiirs disclose. And bathe where life's ri'kt jdyoitslj^ flows. HiMiiiilSl^^iSm'i' THE PLOUGHBOY. 107 A DIGRESSION loit friendships' sake. Died at Grantville, Sunday June 10. Gapt Samuel Groce, {ormerly of this city> Aged 70. Friends of childhood' tis well to love always, They go not long from our fond memory; There amidst changing scenes they live , As one, that late in death bade us farewell, His smile in converse &. bis shake of hand In winter by the blazing hearthstone firOj Amidst all the light or shade of the past, Are fres|j, yea death revives them all again. Now its stream rolls by us, we look aero33, To see or again trace those olden ways; But Qur friend is not on the earthly shore j For to brighter home bis spirit has soared, Nor pain nor sorrow can afflict him there. He asked for the Holy Spirit's power, And the promise was truly fulfilled; Tttking sin and its ills, the unction gave, To his renewed heart gave immortal life. Let us for that life aspire. Be it ours. lOS NOTES. Wtiere ^g3 the prairy hkd: As this liise translated hiioTrerjch Oa chaatfi de prairie V oiscau, the author j)refcrs to render de p?6irJe- by the English adjective prairy. Fnge 9 , Inadvertently the word around in some Hne9 is spelled arround. ^1 1 ■ OR STAlI-rANNKR SONG. ^,W^ STAlI-i'ANNKK fcONG. f^\V ?♦ •\>'..-' ■■■>■ ^; THE TELEGRAPH. OR STAR-BANNERSONG, A POEM, COMPOSED, ILLUSTRATED & PUBLISHED SOLELY BY REV. WILLIAM COOK. AUTHOR OP THE PLOUGHBOY. OLIVE GROVE, ETC SALEM. J856. 4 TRANSLATION OF LATIN ON PAGE 7 JFree songs all lands with joy shall fill, God teaching us true lore, t,ive nerves of verse shall break the sword; Good measures adopting, The Prince of Peace badt tb'deserl bear fruit, Then tb' lion will aid th' lamb. NOTES. There cheerful around festive board, The late Captain Joseph Perkins, then an efficient Pilot, was at the Island •with a pf,rty for pleasure, among whom "was his son^ now l;is successor in office. Page 28 'J'he late Rev. Samuel ^Vorces'e^, D. D. was the first Oorre.^pondiiio Se( retary of the A, B, C, F, M. the late lie v. Lucius Bolwes ,D. D. soon filled ; he like office for the Baptist BenominatioM, and the late Hev Thomas Carlile. wajj at ihc epoch - of the poem Rec- • lor of St. Potci \s Cuurch, Salem. Since that dale the P. E Church in this rounlry has, ly Divine aid. ir;creafed her annuwl olferinfj for Missions to $97,000. an offerincT vhiih. increased by those of oth- er Comninninns, shows how ihe Chiistian faith hath influenced hearts since I lay on tbc StarspaiJi>]ed Banner. - : ^ To aid the instructive, the delijihtfn] associaJjoT)' x)f characters with eveiits, and the power that penius -bas to brin » them to mejnpry ^ianiraate wiih poetical feivor, i' is exhilarating to Fay I touch each euphonical key, J*age S2 From hill-side i>nd from gJen. The long, beaniiful hill-sides in Andorer, Bnil Grotop.raatj §9 We may also say From Biountjun and irom glen, asJhe Allegany arid BJae Ri«Jge mognjfain?. THE TELEGRAPH. 5 At a most In- leresting epoch my father, the late Captain William Cook, a good and much respect- ed navigator, was duly appointed to recon- noitre the Engligh fleet that appeared in Massachusetts Bay, and report by a Signal- telegraph along the Coast. The reader will leirn how I daily assisted him. and also tba dates. The scenes in this Poem interest tbc reader in no ordinary manner or degree. The emotions of many thousand hearts will be responsive to its instructions Every citizen has not the entbtl* siasism that the allusions excite- but.Mt«»- tive minds may learn lessons that are f«- licitous in the promotion of public inlereBt, in the development of those characteristiot. which always recommend Individuals, and thus shine illustriously, in each legislatiw or official capacity. 6 THE TEliEGBAPH. As no good man can be indifferent to the public prosperity—tbat has been, under Go J, sustained by events, and wfll be modified bv luture changes or reverses-- stupid mm the haert be, which hides, itseif in letlie at this epoch. Let tl»at tiue poetry which isdul/ impassioned, iici> in intuition and pathos, let the oral i/oetiy that eheeied & justiuu- ted souiejy ere 'ihvtbin was systematized, let the sweet poetry ot tbtj heart How, ajl- animate in atiVction— let the little child's interrogations be suitably Ans.vered, and ehcdnraged — let my theme be one lor con- verse among youth through Uoweiy scenes of pleasure — their imagination lolding in gorgeousness truths that evej) wave, toss- ing ili white toam-crest on Marbleli«'ad rocks, thtfre impi ints in in shness and pa- thos of nature's elocpience. lond parents, brothers, ifis'ers and the affianced maids tan raaJ those mementoes that daily come irom orean's groves for the true patriot: Two wars with the great- est, most renowned navallorce. thus de- manded, and thus received thasf incah ula- We sacr'.tices. THE TELEGRAPH. 7 'J'he heart that enjoys rich results of so glorious victory should not only be ihankful. but judicously emulous in the manifestation of every good emotion that such remembrance can awaken. Let each Yankee love freedom and those deprived of the blessii g astiuly humble c-bristi40s ever will love all goodness. Pronipted by su( h heavenl}' inspiration the author will say Carmina liLra ten as omres gaudiis implent, Verum Deo dccente nos, Vivaa vires veipfls enseni facile fiangent. Factis niodis demum bonis, Princeps pacis dixit desertuni edere fructum, -A^mufli dehiric tt-yet bo. Buoiuiparte said that the influence of lil- eraturtj trancends toiutary fame, For luary yeafiS the juiii'^rudence that he secured icr J^rance has made his prowess more cfliectual^ Thus then must (he living practise the ralet which, disregarded, will make Jhe memory of. our indifll'erence w«:peak reproachfully Oppression of every kind and degree nnfiy be diiven levond the circle of individual influence— & circle having the gold- en circumference of reciprocal love. 8 THE TELEGRAPH, The position of tlie United Stattis among other natioui tUus illustrates the principles of Political and Moral Science. She wrote the thesis of oceanic freedom on the waved. AH principles that affect her polity will be unfolded as Infinite Wisdoca requires He that in Kev 6.2. is described as sitting upon the white horse, going to vic- tory, will give jfraee to effect the gospel de- signs , Considered in the light ot stich faith my bethel in the banack-cot, as I reposed upon the Starspangled Banner, wdi serve to enliven a sacred, patriotic poetry, poetry increasing in heart-pulsating power as time gives truth scope and interest. Reader, open the immortal, bright re- cess of the soul, and there afjmit my them? to interest, and to stimulate thee in thy duty, theme, to be cherished there, with a strong faith in God, a faith that calls into exercise powers for action or endurance as events de- mand. Thankful for past favors the Author will continue his Series of Cantos as far &» Divina Providence gives blessings for tbt work. THE TF^LEGRAIV'!. 9 Move time'^ curtain. iXoin her window Look out aback along the short;, Behold m»iny bright themes on li-Vs sea, On lull wave in meinor y loUinj;. ►Some readers.uiay have lived ?o lonjj, Some ihei! haU ueirher bliss nor.\vo«% But truth hath jiifttj an.d.oains lor all, The last as the tirst can lind good siore. Before thu jiiavH may eiu.iOf-e us, The angels of trnth will ^ii.ide me,' ■ To make luoii holy impressions, Apd set u re lor some iiotle ])Uip0f:e Hearts well tried and wisely re^olved~ And past events',-lor the lulure, .-■ Illume with a poef^y'shgl't . That shall cheer mViiy sad actors . in life's greatest ptrplexiy. All events teatli imn uselul ihlig?.^ Good folks. like such his!orit;-tiutu That so much it l)ecomts .yll men With interest fully to know. The Divine voice that invokes us Will awake gJ:i«titude*s sweet joy. My veiye shall le.nind the forgetful, As Christians chronicle their years, Of ei<;hteen liundied and fourteen. Deem it not a presumptive work, To consecrate by metre's feet Paths then often tiod by my own. 10 THE TELEGllAPa. When summer began to retire, A great wagon was atmy door, And think witli how large a load, A pile of nouses surely 'twas, An^ human forms seated above, VVhos^ patriotic work was shown By flanj and the good flag-staff. When the driver, as our chietlain, Had tflken the reins of his state, Through the streets the team was driven, Thep over the turnpike oijwaid To "a hill for prospect chosen. V.p its'steep sides one house was borne, And upon a rock 'twas barrack col. The flagstaff in earth firtuly fixed, Soon all things in good order stood, Where the lolhng ocean ^ipeaied, And on her blue heaving wsom Did belligerent nnvies sail. From thelofty III i-t their Atip To the breeze gallttfitly unfuiied, I^ go'T stf ife for victory, Were enveloped in battle cloud. * When cttjiti ;were tl»e winds o'er the sea, -. i Each V/!.jtct around vied in beauty, ,..,4' As morn^j'Uffht'caiiie chasing darkness r From hni-toj/aii^flce'dar-^lad valt'.'i '£■ The rocfts were'Iike ailfarSTof joy. . •' -.T The aeii-til c^^ ver .the salt ^a Vi-s^, • ' .. -^: THE TELEGRAPH.; U The larks high over hill and dale a Were on their wings praising God. v.- Even then when the dogs of war Were oft growling along our coast) _ ^ _ . The horizon, base ofbeauiy, V.', ',\ Cheered the iieart that trusted in God. ' '.' Headland to break battling waves, Nehant beyond Swampseot through haze ' Hegan her rocky front to show, Each soin hie shade blent in sea garb. Cops-pines and cpdars hiding Lynn, On their bonghs eatighf the beams of dajf, Then wVre niarshea and te.iutifid isles. Towards Boston in goodly truth The scenes for poetry were rich, Themes to fire tht* most lofty verse. In good nlind)), thinking of the grouBd ^. - Where'on Bunker's Hill Monument Has since by patriots been -bnih, Soul stirring tho^liig canirregated. North watd hiH-t{>p8 in wildtiess rosCy Till Danvers Villages appeared,. That vied in rural enterprise. To Beverly al"o eastward, And on Rfanchester's grove clad ibore Th« landscape to ocean extended. Then MarbVhead so fond of the sea, Ere war made the bay aic^lie of |»||ife, Spread her nets, and tbrev ber hjina From her rocks e'en to Labratoi*' 12 THE TELEGRAPH. Siileiu as prosperous mother, Among dciUghteT^bles^ng them all, In peace sent her ships abroad Swiftl/ a^ seabirdii sinui tbetf yonng. ..; Though in those days peace .di'J not. stay, As the war scourge drove her away, Blessings for all she bora > _., '< Uooa her brig'ir an 1 downy witi», . . Whbb she plentifully did bring, When she returned once mqra. ;, "' TUa shrfU iliite and soul stirring, df am - Told how the enemy. might pome, But hope loved fliii «hurch-3pire, The Bib'e by all cjal<4 b^ re ul, And ere chihlrea lav on tlieii*>bel They ttinei the hoaiidtead-lyre.' ' • . ' • .p' The cowards,' rf any there were,, M'ght yielJ to g^domy despair, " ' 'I'l Braggarts might vainly boast;' ' " Bat experiene^' kept her sjhool, / J.' Wbere for yo ing and old was this rule '.- Let wisdom guard the coast; Over the turnpike day by day, My seventh year. not pa?it away, lii sunshine or shower; When with books my task was done. Tnither my course was soo,n begun, Eleven was the hour. \ %^^ ..." "' ' ^;rM^M Tlii: Tl LKGRAPH. 15 To roe tliviii, I I'f member well, Tlif Airic folks in ihe (3ell, Like all th(3 worM were new — Let iheif be fritnd or if come foe, As children regard kindness you kn0W<«r So 1 was apt to do. But \vhen bappily I did find That they to me were good and Jjind, By most melodious song — , Over a road, of all roads the best As travellers have oft confest — They cheered am along. To that glen future things to learn, Nor wait good from »!! to discern. The young- by night would go, And some fancied true love have seOOf Ere they ha 1 lived to be sixteen, As if time went too slow* Dear, gentle lass or gentle maid, Let thy fortune be turely made In Him who fortune ^ives; Tc cheer thy heart, to suit thy stale . He truly will provide thy mate. Or hope th«t patience jg^s» 16 THE TELEGRAPH. As then no tron horsC had run, The stage wa? a capacious one, And swiftly went the steed§, Whi'e passengers, in their eelat, Talked about topics, this and that, Defending ott their creeds. Near some traveVier's homestead bourn The dt iver did blow tli'? mail-horn, Joy or sorrow t(» teU: Friends had fallen in battle's strife, Of returned to children ar.d wife. By exchanjze of caj-tei. Tho cartell is a {joodly favor That foes from their foes can sue for, Man for man the bargain; This ^jlobmy prison-door now op's, Anon that one is cheered with hopes, A man goes tree again. But yet alihough as sniiile and frown, Fickle, fi<-kle is much renown 'I'hit soldiers cr^in from war. If kinji.s- and st.nstes say tho word. Many ihotisands unsh^ath the sword A:oand thThlooh' car. _ ^ - . •.^, ^ ^ TPT. TELKGHAIII 19 So let song warble sfja^ns fiidre and more; As memory ops lier rich store '''o give us themes so bright, The toll-gate, travellers and all That oil ihe road might one befftll For sorrow or dc lights The farm-house that is n^ar the knoll. While traveHlers see not the whole, Appears as one s^ory high; But whers upon the knoll they ate Two stories are seen frona there, And all the reasons why. Lo, from yonder hill with his glass, As along the road 1 did pass, My father me coullfpy, Then ready with paternal carp Was my bread and milk, richest fare, As I to him drew nigl). Father! how endearing to me that nacoe^ He was all that's meant by the same; His was a father's heart, With cheertui mind ready to amuse, His joy he knew how to diffuse, And thus sustain his fart. 20 THE TELEGRAPH. Tor me a starry bed was made, Upon nay countries flag I laid, And there reposed awhile in childo3d's refreshing slambers, That now make poetic numbers Flow in a lively style. That there for me. was a Bethel AngeU ia truth might toll,. And since those childhood's bourf Her ladder faith has ascended, To show with all goodness blended Heaven's garldn^l flowers. In my joy of inspiration ' God as Father, blest'revfjiation, Mikes ad places heaven, Aud every prjof of his love' Elates the song f ii% far above All that art has given. As on that fl.ig I weary lay. For this my patriotic lay. Taught was my youthful heart Truth that shall enliven my sonw Till thousand? will the straing prolong, l*hrough each mist tUrill?.ng part THE TCLEGliA)'[I 23 Lo, host of angel guards wtre there To consaniate the gospel, tluir cai*e, Mid^ war for nation's right Was a providence fraug'it with love, That frona this land the peaceful Dove May gain sacred might. Since time has wrought wonders so greit^ 'Tis pleasant incidents to relate, I'hat youth with hope inspired, May long their duty to^perlorm For Hira who ,in the drear storm, Has all that is desiied. Sailing from some, Canada shore, A British ^hip good cargo bore Till nejjr her countries poast, A Yankee, cruisinj; on her course, Capturing her by ready force, Her stake in war wa? iosf. For Salem Hie gallant vietora cleared, And when Cape Aim to thera appeared, When near vfet-e friends at home, He who ^tb^reth th^ winds in his fist By a force that ndnecan resist, Shrouded their hopes in glooaif 24 THE TELEGRAPH. Let us muse of yore night awhile. Lashed by ocean was Bakery's Ifllfej ' * Cold were the winter winds, Loadly did breaking billows roar, As the blast struck the lighthouse-door. Awful to bravest toinds. Swam, swam the boM, the Yankee tars, Or with the English clung to spares, Vicibr and vanquished there In the cold, the billowy strife Together were struggling for life, Praying against despair. Merciful heaven heard each prayer, And all ashore amidst the soray, To the light-house they went, Twenty souls from death found release And to give their hearts sweet solace Found friends kindly intent* Icy-stitI th' English Captain's boy In Sailor':^ arm's was ssaved wiih joy^ Though numb was his frame, So pale and cold his youthful face, Yet soon as beamed animation's grac<. He ?pokQ his mother's name. THE TELEGRAPH. 27 Thus a oaptive from off a wreck, He did of Salem's goods partake, Well fed and warmly clad; Yet of wants remained one other. He could not see his fond mother. 'Twas all that made him sad. Anon a British man of war Was seen on the ocean afar, Standing in for the shore; Manned by tars that ,Nel8on like, Would their foes with terror strilce, She near and nearer bQre. , From town to town the news did spread, Mustering battalions were led, Ready should need be so, To march along the invaded coast, And in a drilled, determined host, To resist the proud foe. The frigate soon was near to land, Boats lowered, and things ready made» When the word was given, To pull the oars in naval style Towards defenceless Baker's Isle, Then peaceful as heaven. n thp: tele a li a ph. There cheerful aronnd fesfive board Without either a gun or sword, Were ladies ot the lam!^ Who not for terror it is said, But (o save their boats quickly fled From the armed band. A Lieutenant with *word and plume Majesty of rank would assume Blent with a pleasant air. Encouraging the young and old To speak with hira, although so bold, Nor ^ar to hare him tL'ire. Intent our troops to reconnoitre. As their ranks advanced in order Upon Beverly bridi^e, March, he dnulared, shairEn^lnnd's band, Victors, through your beautiful laud, Nor ask for priviieofe. x> . When blew the winds from off the shore. They steared the ship seaward once more, Then moorJl her at Castine, Where boats made safe as did appear, They danced with the girls wfthoutfear, But to their co^ I \^en. ■mm i W- if THE TELEGRAPH, 31 Some Yankee their boats did destroy, Then reported the deed with joy When in reverse of fame, A gallant, but a conquered band Were marched through our beautiful land, Where for conquest they came. Prolong reminiscence, dear muse, To show thos.e.thac you may amuse, Providence, like a star, Shining on us through that war cloud, That wound around hope like a shioud Its shadows from afar. 'Twas night, on the land it did rain, It rained on the deep rolling aialn^ . As if foes were about, To arms they ciied, while, bells did ring, Noise enough to make a Homer sing, For nothing tut a boat. The moon shone brightly o'er the sea, Men on land might quite clearly see; Vet troops armed in martial vogue, The bells did ring, the d ruins were beat, And, many folks lyere in the street, . For nothing but a log. 22 THE TELEGRAPH. But now to the hill top again, Ere is closeu this wailike strain-^ . And in pleasing mood, Mu9d awhile; for *iis on that ground Something instructive may t>e fbtind After this episoin snd the thrush, Oft tWther we our vessel bore. If thirst became painful to bear, It was pleasant to quench it there. ':•'/. uiiE mmi BAPTIST chckch THE TELEGRAPH. 35 Nor Weafc we abne^ berry-boys Brsmgtng Jusciotts ft-uit to tbat spring, Made the loud echoes of ebeir joys Among the greea wood cheerly riflg; Not the rich are the most merry, A child is blithe with a berry. But many berry boys have gone On the blue ocean far away, They allotted wealth h*ve won, Or ait rest on fair coral lay. Surely as any berry-field, Wisdom for men her fruit will yield. Of those that gathered pasture-fruit Many have obtained classic lor^, Well endowed for mental pereuit, Than fame loving the gospel more. The^ so quick for a playful joke Forfiouls speak as Apbllos spoke. Bopea, in death much lamented now, .10 cheer an orphan»s efforts m. When from Harvard with classic brow. The honors that yon by study won. Thy late Grandfather incitement made, They awoke motives that I obeyed. 3« THE TELEGRAFII. Eussel, whose mien and mind had grace, Friend so dear while living on earth, Smiles always playing on thy face, Now thou art dead, thy virtue's worth And thy delightful, instructive converse Afford sweeteat charms for ray versa. Thus will I twine affection's wreath Around memories of loved friends, And in hearts to quel! swelling grief, Note after note to cheer them send. • My poesy charms heaven to earth, Like the Spirit in Qhristian birth. As Gilmore and Kendall's bunle^notes, . Born with the balmy zephyr breeze,' ., On which their music sweetly floats, Awake those joya that always please, So I will, on good emotion. Give life to a true devotioii. . i I touch each 6uphonic«l key, That from the lonj;, lonu tltsep of death Old friends may wake in memory-r-; By the power which pe^iiis hath, Worcester and Bowles preach again, And-Carlile lives to grace the strain- As Heber doth live in his lay Pleading foi Zions brightest day. i i. i ■ r ■ 1 ■'''r pi .Xiape;c^M XHli TELEGRAPH. 89 ; Now Verse could show By scenes many. Nor indiHerent ' any. How 'twas in war aojainst England, With true honor resolved to stand, Yankees fot their ships made ocean free, . Their Flag to wave from sea (o sea. * jiTiet fortune did frown, and then smile, ,'^^As our hearts she tried for awhile. ,''" The Chesapeak's decent, '^'^';rhe Capitol in wreatiis of fltrwe; J;/^ ^^Vpod requited. by Jackson's fanie,'' ' ' ■ la victory complete. : Soon the ^ar do^s barked no more; fv.j^ut peace came again to our shore, ..i- And merry, merry men . j^,..,*^ ft !.3?nftedom'8 thriilina triumphant song '^ Made ring from state to state Hlong, From hill-side p^d from glen, , iioth Nation very prosperous - :?: .1 n^ Sliould certainly be pssneroii*-^ r^ ^cnlqj Emulous in goodness, Where ever their banners they^0ve,^,,^'j May no man cower as a slave, :| .fts And God them ever bles*. ,.(ff 40 APPENDIX. All favors be to Edifeon that say '^saccesf to tbe Plougbboy. So wying, tbey like a bee fond of mellillueDce select a rose tbat ^itb tbe rhetoric of common sense a stanza grammatically embellisbe*, a&d luxuriating there awhile, exhaling in ^rse some of the acquired sweetness, acknowledge the truth, the beauteous, tbe classical structure of my Bong Supposing a transposition in a verse, of a plural nominative to a singular virb, what En* plish ! they effuse this rhyme, "common sense discloses that they, roses, have no noses." Wonderful application of common sense, making scmbre tbe botanic p«tb of science. Tbe nose aids respiration and scent. Without them the prominent part would be oflittle use. Is it self evident that roses do not inbile tbe breeze, when tbey manifeet by floral beauty the vlvitying influence? Common sense savs tbat thisausceptibiUty is a power as eflicaciots a« that of lespiration. The name in such study may be given roost significant of the conclusion in a sjr 1- logism, tbe major premise of which contains tbe minor. As it cannot be proved that tbe floral king- dom /the major premise, ha» not respiration, so neither can it be proved tbat tbe rose, the minor premise hif^ nbt tbat power. Hence CoBimoR aeose says tbat all roses . ^ Have many little pores, - •'* Tbat, call them mouths, or call tbem ooMtt Sustain life's fragrant stores. Every flower must respire, Or soon its beauties fade, Till languishing it will ejipire, And m the dntt be laid. IHB STA.R-BANNER SONG. 41 Triuiaphantly the Star-Banner wave, la thia day of traitorous knave — The heart should life-nerve the ariBi While sister, brother, mother and sire Feel the pure patriotic fire Amidst the national •war-storm. Wave it in prayer, hope and Godiy vow, O'er Church, ship, work-3hop. and plough, From Cape Cod's ocean-spray Unto Astoria's western rock — From where Houston comb&ts fiend's shoek To Maine's far boundary. "Wave it each true national peer, Preaident, Senator and Seer, Land-Soldier and Marine — Wave its soul-bunting In Heaven, Sabaoth keep it ne'er riven, From all slavery clean. Wave it in memory of troop?, That volunteered Jrom home-groups, Victoria's men are aiding, Wave it in memory of hearts. That to deadly strife did their parts, Wave for them star-bunting. As Bethlehem's Great Star on high And God's Providence-key in the sky Show and unlock the abyss Hurl intrigue and fijll ambition, That would divide this God's nation Born for Liberty's bliss. From Califoraias minas of Gold ore, Along the Pa-^tfi^i mountain shora, On the waters of each lake, On all the Eastern Sea-coast-liae, The Union Stars shall shine, And joyous cantos wake. WILLIAM COOK- Salem, May 16,1881. Note fo: pi^« 1-* Fluo, the latin, meanIn«T I (low, Isrootnmkino flute throMgh 1 rencb to grow. With keys the round- nates flow sottly — Wlhout'keys they do flow shrilly-- Hence what without keys is ealled titO -1 call shrill flate rousing war-strife. A JUBILANT CAI^iZOIsKl' FOR THE SALEM L^GHT INi'AlsTllY. By THE AUTHOR OF THE FLOUGHBOY. Bngbtly ^,3 sans their helmets shoao, Kicber crest there never was koowii, When fifty years ago this Jay First they marched in oiarlial arr^y^ As Ulysaes among his band Among their regiments they siaad; i rom right to left, from leit to right i?one other corps gives more delight. When our rooicbound coast lay in gloonii And navies guns did loudly boom, At their post they were soldiers true, Valiantly our foes to subdue. But peace brought again her dive l^afi The 'sword has rested iu ili- sheath, And all now enjoy their parade, Nor fear the foes may us inv.Hde. Tiiii Veteran hears the martial straiu, And foeis himsel a youth again; While memoiy recalls the day Wheu he was young and bravely gay. Some old Aacliises on shoulders b(jrnc« Ere he roaches his final bourn, 3'lnrapnrred by the jubilee, Ops his eyes once moit joyously. When fades the day in T^estern sky, Kockets then rush to bl^ize on high. Music on vesper-breeze shall Jloat. And all hurrah, hurrah, shall shoat» Groat God. to whom all praise wo give, Uy whose grace we so happy live, J .ODg may valorous virtues thrive, Aa/Our Union all its foea survivOi THE MARTIAL WREATH TWINED RESPECTFULLY FOR THE SALEM INDEPENDENT CADETS. BY RE V.WILLI AM COOK, AUTHOR OP THE PLOUGHBOY- Cad^ts, true through years seventy, Crood volunteers, firm chevaliers, Soldiers that await your duty, As thy well drilled corps appears, Equiped for soldier-like arravi Huzza, huzza for thee we say The oldest corps among the old. For service thy countiy may need, Thou dauntless would ber ramparts hold| Ready for our homesteads to bleed, Nev^r in fiercest strife to quail, Though foes, rank on ranlvSjassail. Like men at dreary Valley forge, Prudent in weal, patient in woe, The wrong to stem, the right to urge. May we thee waeathed in virtues know; While with the faithful lady-love Heaven smiles on tlieo from above. BAindful of his heroic words The good Chieftain of Lundy's Lane, For bliss or woe, that earth affords Try each glorious cause to gain. Though frowning be the walls you S(?al« May not your righteous valpr fail. If at duties holy behest You in battle's strife ever faf), Then rest you amon? the blest, And angels wreath your coronalj WMIe wen prosperityraay know Ti^at God through your death will bested. But not only midst battle'^ din Do WQ need the valiant Cadet; Qo has a noble prize to win, Christian gems on his brow to set When Washington had sheatlied his (WOrd, He heavenly aids did afford. •THE TELEGRAPH or STAR-BANNES-SONgS ^^^S /mwrm'^^^^^^ >5-!W; ^^ ^ 1 THE INITIATORY 6TANZA. God laiseth maii to sucl power As befits creation: The sinall, tie peat, tie fcoJ, lie viie Will have thai suitable statioci "Where thrcu^l r-^try hour, In life higher or life lower, In health or sickness less or mere, Are events to tefich every htart A Faith that naupht ehe can iapart. See page 2,8 How envy with co-working peers Goaded Freir.ont right bard, Right hard naefir.iig very haid, acdalfiO ia a mM ner to incieate enf rgtticTaitb. Gal ..; '•- FREMOFl. FREMONT. A rOEM, €fOMPOSED, ILLUSTRATED & PUBLISHED SOLFLY BT REV. WILLIAM COOK. A. U, ATTIIOR or THE TELKGRAril. OR STAR'BA^iKEK SOXG, THE PLOUGHBOY. OLITfi GROVE, FTC. FALEM. OCTCBES, 5 CANTO LATINUS. Nequis currit facile in sua vi, Libere proinde, Vires dantur oommo lum eo rogan'ur; Ad bona car si , Canto 3iivat qaeniqub gratis canere laudes, Itaquo evax ! Laete pro Freoionie et Jessie suscito carmen. THE CANTO TRANSLATED. No on?, in stilf with ease' ludkcs speeJ,| Freely Iherefore Aids are fitly nrrauted where sought; If pious be th' heart. Song helps each one gladly to sing praiseSj So said 'tis huzza I Lively for Fremoiil and Jepsle I make th* strain* if hey that wait on the Lord' shall ran and nDt be wearyJ Isa 40: 31 ; ' •: upon' PREFATORl^ NOTES 6 The robin seems {o warble tbe listener's riamfe;tHn(l wben tbe ainuspLere is clear, undisturb< d, fhe ecbo ol the notes may be «aid to < cme to cur c^r surely as a ball bounds irom an object: bence 1 say That Fremont in notes did resound; Then Jes^:ie in ecbo did bound, Fajze 17 If Fremont s name resounded consec- utively as the notes of a bird, so the name of Jessie, his help meet, resounded consec- utively aa tie echo. For lo, siiri ly it was the same, Marriage gave them only one name. The bird that sanfj was truth's songster. The echo of the song of Freedom or of the cry of t!ie Oppressed will be heard. Let the oppressor take heed; lor the echo of the former will be with congratulation, but that of the latter with such aid as In- finite Love and Wisdom shall afford. 7 PREFATOEY :N0TES. Op*d, eacli Bide flanked by granite mass, Page 20 Each aide str« ngthf i ed, as in the flaak- ing by towers &c r- Cotbic arcbiteCture. A flow of streams flowery bright, Page 21 The banks by Flora adorned. Faith cannot bound the delight. Page 21 Cannot find the limltes. From lands ibaf western water laves, Page 24 Perhaps in the Isles of the Pacific OcetQ such auld lang syne ml] be sung. FREMOMT. ^ s "When Kenras had in ht^r sprin^-tlow <^'air floweis asul fa r birds, When smilini! M^y, lit^lle oi oid lime, "^o b^-aut ous toi' classic wor Where ever beloved Fremont would (^ly. No toil, no pain, no want too gr- at For those that on such leader wnii 9 FREMONT. Kenzas' soil with Kenzas' waters {rca. Nolle e'en dreamed of a slave; Bttt for fre- states free roads to make, That free skill shall with glory pave, Around their carap fires merrily Each noble heari did then agree The Rockv Mountains soon to sec. We '11 have such joy in our ?ontT, To make out mor'ves ofood and strong. Henry Brant's nineteenth yesr had rJUf ' RantJolph Benton 'iwns plain Had learned his twelve years' frost fc besT, Bj each nor fickle nor vain, In hardihood, life's was begun, To make that life a useful one, To end, Ihey hoped, like th' setting sun. A choice for ease they would not know, If good for country they could show. ' FREMONT. 10 To bring to ua richest delight In landscape-scenery, Preuss was ready with sketching art. That, amidst fashion's finery, On time's art-fraught-altar he might Give viewe for amateurs' glad sight, Lo, Tlamath Lake, lo, mountain hight, Lo, thetaouroe of Sacramento, Lo, the Scene at Redding's Ranclio. Day dawned on thft Pathfinders' camp, Morn amongst the mountains, On earth's bosom, their ready bed, Woke the sleepers by the fountains, While earth's carpet with dew was damp, While faded each star-twmkling-lamp, Was heard midst mules and men a tramp, When to break their oft painful fast They partook a scanty repast. II FREMONT U'er land iinttod by people's croud, In wiM sol'MTinitv, Btineat) he^wti's bla^* ether dome, Freoiont's Jehovah, Deity, Spoke in inspirttion not loud. Bat in ways to humble th^ proud* Yrtt to say for resolves well vowed, Creation is mine, mine for reward That streno;th to j^oodness shall afforj. The eagle on mightv pinions flew Towa^is the mid-lav sun, Then in his eyre bid abft Wa^ he unseen by mortal one; But God his wing< to track well knew, And thai Go 1, to the Pathfindors true. Tempered every blast that blew, Directinu to wise de:ititj iiventa for Christianity FREMONT. 12 In those wllda went the Delaware, Pilgrim from old home-land. Onward unto the farthest West, As if no where on earth to. stand, Nowh ;re '^arth's possessions to share, He cast out of human welfare. Could for his own bliss have no care, Yet he, ai*], for white men would go, Thus the Red man's l.>ve to show. The nations' track is shrouded theme, Solemn in mystery ! Th3 desert rocks once used by tribes— To Saxon posterity, As two Chiefs came, seemed more solemn, And nature sang dirge-Hke anthem Over each dea I, olden, bold Sachem. Think, shall ^e be better than they In the great, trying, judgment-day? 13 FREMONT. With Indians others would not fatl Fremont's word to obey, If none from the polite, French race, Or from where Virgil sang hie lay, OneJ from some German mount or val«, Joyed his camp, where men true and hale Were promptly glad him* to avail, For in his character have been traits that are pleasant to good men., When a river was too deep to ford, Lo, a good rubber boat Was launched upon the water to sail. Bearing the camp-stores for the route, Boaimen like th' crew sprang aboard, ;goatoen like, at the given word, They efficient aid did aiTordj Swiftly across stream to go ou, And easily as swims the ewan. JMr. Chaile» Preuss. *Fremont. FREMONT. 14 Anon Cheyenne Indians four, Near vesper's quiet time, Approached to view that peaceful camp, O fie, fie, saith the burning rhyme, Thieves that sjoured the -wilderness o*er, To find a hor?e or mule or more; Twas pluuder, plunder, peace or war — But no horse of the bold I'awnee They, tlie Cheyenne Chieftains, could 8ee# Courageous Fremont to savage craft In purpose would not quail, When the chiefs, Otter Hat, Black Night, Arrow Breaker and Bull's Tail Found that to stop him their subtle shaft Was like pappons-words, far too soft, Though they played tricks slyly and oft, Onward, onward his band would go Against all force that they could sbow4 Xl^t Fori (:. ramie. 15 FKEMONT. True courage at duties loud call, Has worth if lite is rough—^ Fearless let good meu ever be; For duty weii done is enough, Surer than a swiit uannoa-ball, And he ,that in faith doeth all, Shall rise to conquer though he fall; But true valor never to want, To be humble must you be wont. But friendship in youthful glow . He, Cheyenne boy, ( ould have,' Boy that with Handolph leatned to play, Both were sportive, as both were bravc- And in humorous. < he.'?v •,' ow, Able mufli hap[)iness to know, As my sontr in these lines doth show; M'ses love vpry choice flowers To twine for such pleasant bowers. FREMONT. 16 Lo, yonder through the distant groves Th* raging bufiidoes came — Rolling dust and bellowing sound Told that they were noi fondly fame, That they were not gentle as doves, As dashed the hunters through the droves After game that hungry man loves, And by the tierce, daring combat, Gained were sirloins juicy and fat. The weary tourists by camphor Were pleasantly regaled, The invalid's sweet aromatic, By feeble lungs, could be Inhaled. Lo, the breeze wafted the odor To river's brink, to bon-arboi; My friends, with what thrilling ardor Do we think of that perfumed land, Curse it not by sorry slaves' band. 17 FREMOx^IT. On, on to Uie Forks of the Platte, T!ien to the mountain rock, Midst joys or through suirerinjrs gr^at See wild flowers blv>om, wild birds licek, On, on to Ot arson's (h'cat Gate.* For no frlfl'^s woiild Fremont wait, A wise man's zoal doth not a])ftte, To whom (ind gves hope is /riven strength. For fiiu", (or iabor and tor place. + Still were all iliinnrs tlie Citmp around, In eveninii^air clear, On the outwar'^V point of hi^h rock A bird was near the nestlings dear, Think, my friends, if such sceneba found, That Fremont in notes did resound, Then Jessie in echo did bound, Fremont though bold had a kind heart. And that bird could move it like art. ' The South Pass. ^ As thy days, so thy strength shall be. Deut. 38; 2^ FREMONT. iSi Now hueh, while the bir^l slugs a^ain Fremont and Jessie, Hark, as its voice again warbles, From the rocks echoes tijem blQS8.\T€. As the bird, full ot'its wild strain, Sings until its eyes see naught pUiin; Suppose such bird to sing be fain, To one's mind beloved friends lo bring, That bird might do a useful thing. Fremont in such home-thinking mood, Let then Kit Karson come. When they both tali< of distant friends, And of the hour, hour so gladsome, When they could have pleasure so good, For which man has an aptitude, Home has the best cheer, the best food; For there with a natural grace Wer may enjoy th' good that takes pla0#« 19 FREMONT. But the bird that so timely sang, Though of no earthly bower, Yet, clad in immortal plumage, Comes to man at every hour, In the battle's loud roar and clang, In moans of th' manacled slave-gang, In joyous smile, in sorrow's pang— In this my heart-moving verse, Of error, of truth 'twill rehearse. On topmoat tower sanpf my bird Human speech to confound, When men would build Hable-Tower? When Isaac was on altar bound It sanp the needful, saving word; It bad that Peter sheath the sword; Spoke from lips of our dying Lord; In power of eyes, and of blush, In all ways speaking e'en by hu»h. FREMONT. 20 When far off' in lone, Western wild Rocky Mountain South Pass To eyes of the Pathfinder op*d, , Op'(l,each side flanked hy granite mass, The faces before sad then smiltd, Climbinn; rocks that on rocks lay pilled, Man, midst nature sublime'y wild, f Could hoar in grandest notes her song As 'twas heard of old the stars among. Through that South Pass, lo, what mi!iIong, Years roiling on their cour&e, Will eastward or westward go, Interest contending with force. In the strife, will rouse mighty ones, When mouldering will lay oar bones, And rulers from their pomp and thrones Shall have gone to God, whence they came For righteous meed or burning shame. 21 FREMONT. Fremont on highest rocky peak Unfnrletl his couatries ilag, In patriotic faith and joy, That the sublime hijrht of the crag Through ages on .ige>, may speak, In th' calm and through storms terrific, The deeds of a mighty Republic. Motives, time and place make some deeds Theme-power to most «acred creeds. StfivQ to be what life will oemand, Let our5 be i's true joy^, Us pc.rest, its ennobling blis;^, And not mere childish toys; Lo, a Panorama hnw grand! ■Columbia through northern land, Colorado through golden sand, A flow of streams flowery-bright, Faith cannot bound the delight, I>!|»H of '>i' 'Jw .&; FREMONT. 24 The Poet now this picture gives Moved by inspiration, He leads to dawns of trnfbs onrevealed*, Bat Poets, by retrospection, Will sing of our homes, ot onr lives, from lands {)\&t western water laves, To hallow paths to our graves, And children will talk of Fremont, For hitn be named at Christian Font. Stand will a maid at cottage -door,. Maid of Astoria^ Nineteen hundred unii iitiy six Let be the year, in bright May, "When she will look the water o'er fi^or a ship, among many more, Standing in for the bright home-shi?re, Fremont call that ship's name, in song, From Canton, Amoy and Hong Kong, 25 FREMONT. Then on that Columbia's shore How the swet^t, tragiant tea, With Fremont's fame borne o'er oceao, Will wake thy social family-glee, A3 old and yoang will talk of yore, To relate the traveller's lore, AnU each one will wish to hear mor©; For thus memory by a name, Oft kindles the most holy flame. Joy will bo at San Franci.«co Upon commencement-day, An able, ardent orator, True patriotism to display, For theme will choose our great Hero, Whos'a virtues eloquently to show, Brilliant classic linea wi'l flow In word:4 full of heart-living-fire, Youth to emulate, and inspire. ,^^t^^'It'^i^r:^i}M^d;iM^ «i Suv.Li lant Pof^t wFl i]I«str,i(l^ LkigiiUU^^lki FREMONT. 28 How envy with co-working peers Goaded Fremont rigbt hard Such rapt Poet will illustrate, When moving each sympathetic chord, He will ope the fountain of tears — Anon raise his hearers to cheers, As triumphant virtue appears. Laurels obscured at Washington, In new lusture will shine each one. So thought's electric influenct Huns on the chords of time, This day's bliss among future years May attune notes in hearty chime; • Homer's poetic eloquence Awakes men from indifference. And almost gives us his presence; If aids to Science they bestow My thoughts may bless San Francisco. 29 FREMONT. I he mountain-altitude to know, The valleys to survey, And through desert wilds find good roadSj To class the plants seen on his way, To leatn where rivers rise and flow, To note heat and cold, rain and snow. All earth's forms, all her wealth to show, Such were the objects that he pursued, ITor such wofk he is we!' indued. . Though mere fear could not him detain, In doing his duty, Yet from infancy Godly awe Gave him sense of sacred beauty; God in his motives to retain, Aiding him all sin to restrain, Is said to be bis conduct's main. As one of our Irall mortal race My Muse seeks for him gospel graco* FREMONT. 30 In peace, let thy many llnoiigs hcai Glad notes rinfi^ O Kenzas ! Under the fruitful homestead-tree Let be free lad with free lass. Who hand in hand soon appear In Church, where the gospel Seer Pleads for souls, souls iill alike dear, Bless, bless, O Lord, every land He prays, as doth his grace seeking band One holy resolve in Froinont's heart, Ne'er to enslave Mankind, Ne'er to shackel human rfghts, Bespeaks a great, generous mind, 'Twill to thousands blessings impart, As with unfailing, truthful art, 'Twill wing a swift, piercing dart To kill oppression, kill th' monster ThRi hates th' free press and free labor. 31 FREMONT. His India Rubber Ufe-boat Launch A on Salt Lake's waters, He — It ii hard for thee to kick ajjainst the centra or goads, words that GoJ spake to St. Paul, quoted to show my clisslcal use of the •virb to , THE TELEGRAPH, OR STAR-BANNER SONO, t;iS PLOnQHROY OI f VE GPOVF, ETC APKtL, 1957. U^V/.^y V ^yic^:.vs'^^^^-XL-^-y^ 4 eANTU^> LATINUS Ver.s'is boni caria- rcrdibus 'jruviK Et formo^os uiultos [jCto-flec^t'rJi'ilares. Sertuifl pulcruui Loco Claro Ca&t«neo do. [nvited by friciids,* ladies And gentlelrneii, I composed and.re.vJ t\ic Poem, Chestnut Street. The Fiist ('ante was read in tbat Street, lasi J utiii,. at., sun-set,, the ot^d'S .. .. a few weelis after tliat lime- ' ' '*■ Witb cold finger? J eketcbed the designs of the ilhistratiopK when winter had a jubilee— the mercury in thermom- eters often sixteen, degrees be^ow zisro-r-^' ^uerefore no fbliap:e wa? seen, A COUPLET % ABSENT PATRONS. For friends absent on foreign shoro Love's warm poesv-stream I pour. ASUPLEMI^NT. Emboss gems becoming Dcvcreux And all that have such claims to show. - WilUaro Cook. Salem. April 185/. i^ » 'tail® ^ '• CANTO , FIRST. ^low pleasantly, my song, i\ovx- fe«*'|wf r'^^ rtlCiS-^ yi^fSl ( ^m^f^'i^^ff^i Maoy in this Avenue ha^e staid To 8€^tnife martial parade, From cities and towns around They gathered on the shady graund, la clothing quite finely arrayed . Was the good lass with the i«ood maia.. So also parties politic, That strove in our good Repuhl^c Tc ^arry their chosen measures, Have bad Iheir chosen ploasureai And their aspiring hearts b^^at quick ^ Ah they heard their great leaAera apeaK,,^ "^ at to the youth in poesy» • - .. In affection, I now will say . . -.; '"•i Let honesty and sterlings good*sensje» , ■ Bp your true guides fbrefer hence, From true goodness go not astray To gain thefolUes of the day. Study w«ll the faith of your Fathers, And heartily love your Mothers. TK'ob^edient, virtuous child \ In city or in desert -wild, Wifldom's immortal fruit gathers. Try it Skaters, try it Brothers. . ' » n/ul nMimX * The once sapling, slender tree Hai grown, friends, to n;ive ahatle to thee, The winged tenants, year by yoar. Melodiously charm yonr tar With swept, natural poetry. From jarriug discords alwavs tree — Your dear bahie!:! with :\ lullabv They ))U'as<; when such would crv, vVhile Iheir loved VirooUs within the nest Quietly in pleasure rest: • Many bir.la fledged in Chestnut Street, In other climes, next Fall, will mt?e'<. Soulsf that once were hcre'<;lothe.l in fledfe, Gone where living wMteT^ n iiesh, BVoni ?in and sofrowev^^r lrt»e, Where all to love tho Lord Hgroe, This happy throng wonll admonish Good to gain, and ills to van' #:^.4' ^rf> /K.^-" ^'.^ ^-i^-'-^.'.^^ Prieuds, if Ton not by verse Ipleasfi, M« for more mmh you will not tease, And may some Poet charm youp ela'?';^ - With more'power of the Seer; ' '' Bwt i^'sely lay up your treiisiljre "Where is bHes beyond ail measure In yonder warden are flowers, vl-»d'idti-s ^irndatation, Oil song-wa^*! rcillrri£i; ever yet, Swells to where tliosc Brothers have iaiat ;^ Around Deborah's nalta-tree, for shade," Tht; I-^raclitPs- delighted stayed, .Sii aroiitid the good Pinknian's home I'hf- poor -men's thoufjhts do often roani; For sad heart.s hiwe been joyorjsi'made As trcai^ures in h'eave.n wero laid. AuiOB^r y'ouf fi-iendsliips here-to fore IVahodtfi in. neighborhood's lore, Wns known at morn, an.l v»»sper-9hade|. While one a happy eh6?ce here liiade.' ' A9;j;i)Qt) far distant is his door He may "hear cn^. If I praise bim more , " . €M.ilL^ n Fill thought-streams that will choerljr :3©^^ And for Huntington verse shall sh^w His eloquence at the Bar, Where Barstow 's another bright ^tar, On Boardman and Rodgers bestow Words that, -with much good will, glow. Physicians aid us health to sjain, So they will surely grace the strain; Mack aii^l Peirson, honored nanaes, Have WonR no ordinary claims; Ai we v.'oalil n'er be air-k again, Wo cliee.r them ■wbiio they prevent pain. Oft hfl3 gracfjfuUy trod a Ward On the steps whore now speaks the Bar«l, Who for Dodge, ^or Allen Botanic, Would make iiuei flowing, euphoaJc, And the poesy- thought wanders To the late much revered Sanders. Dodge and Sanders' trade Coomjerciaf God made not to have reversal*, But to swell their earthly treasure Poured wraith in princely laeasure— Their wives' derds, vain is rehersftl Made charity universal- As freedom's words confer/honor, . A'^hare in generous huniori !None Woaid indeed be forgotten; ^ ^ , For verse shall be inygond token, An inscription on my. bannet, That shall wave in jay ous manner. Th' Seev- of another S^er would speak, Of one proved quite useful and meek, Who in^.thi? E!m-poetic shade . Many vears, has iiis. Lord obeyed. That. God bless him let us all pray. :. Mey his Wife share his bliss- stream sway. Memory has another Seer, ^ ..For whom, thou^^h notamon^ us here- Fill a censer for o;»lation, To oa'e^ for Brother Mason, Fi.tbe Angei for true prayer Let f.r.u-s with his incen^^e appear. . From Seer's lips may truth drop for ail, .... Souls to reclaim from Adam's fall, And^uide in that celestial way , That Christ trpd to eternal day. Holy Spirit on ^hom we call Help men to break ea( h sinful thrall. fTbat he .should ofl-erit — Rev.8,8. hm^r •'S^or -•' , ft rrh .•■, ,i: . -^V .1/ ' M0§k^ The Seer's Dangbter with a fair trai® Shall socially share in my strain, Each he known in inspiratioiA, Each, in joyous emulation, Shall be my Priestess well amain, "Whosft Brother's favors I will jrftin. Fair as neighbor Cabot's tulips Appear many heirs of Phillips, And amaranthine in their grace, They will suit their charms to the place* From their cup no friend keeps the lips, -That cup is sweet, it is friendship's. 1> was m the Olden Town Hall 1 first heard the p:ood Father's call, To cheer, incite and instruct yosth In every ennoWina truth; Though time has wrought charges not small, His faith has not altered at nil. He leaUtf on a constenation, His sons are a consolation, Pleasure from his own font is sweet, Where life's work seems, aha, complete. Long may w« for oar loved nation Meet with bim in consultation. Now I say, ere I leave Sony's rock» Just at the hour, nine of the clock, . David Asbby did rin» the bellj Orderly citizens to tell It was time sweet sleep to invoke, Slumbers that few -wish to have broke CANTO THIRD. Nov?, my friends, let me bend song^ iin«» And in eontrast show, and define How truth, that no l foa^ht for Rome's bright weal", ."''ome blushing, trembled there for shame, Some dared th' Emperor's deed to blame, Th ; maid's piety did reveal Much more joyj ^ban they there could feel. Nicanor, a vaThuU warrior, Beheld the ?oene of sin terror, '^ Beheld innocence in the flame, His Lady-love ior her LordW name, Firm against the force of error, Victress true as any x'ictor, Au object to him fht! deary r; For he could ba no defender, When cord? of dearest earthly -ties, Were broken by the sacrifice. He in sntl'ering became stronger, In spirit he became her follower. Amidst her curies was wreathingifira Kising higher, blazing higgler, Tn avoice no angel's more clear, She said Nicanor, my dear, my dear, To meet me in those scenes aspire Where true lovers never will tire. tJoy ia the Holy Ghost. Rom, 14: 17 X^^LuHiiml K^ WiX Fr >ni that scene Tve can tratb derive, rmth that, to teach truth, ^\\\ survive, Nov? time hath rolled so far along, It is more tried, and known a? strong To aid tho ii,i /D^^^f^ ^^f\ life 'W i I. tl.c l?ll. was ii'd^ CANTO FOURrn: •^;j' Sarab Nrtguile in !ior boudoir ' '' ' Hears John Fancy knock at the door, As Sarah on the eofa sat, John, whose heart went sjo pit-a pat, Brought her, as he thought, a good store Of sweet, pretty lady-loye-lore. Ii^ the glow of anticipation John would have no great evasion; But fortune would them duly mate. And so John had some while to waij, And just to jjive oxplanation, I indulge yon \n narration. Sarah asked him why he trembled? Surely..Iohn, you 'v* not dissembled; i mij^ht 39 well marry my fan As marry a mere-fancy-man . 80 John blushing heid down his head Till, bowing, out-doors he was led. John then learned passion to inflame, And hoped to marry without shame. Sarah in scales a butterfly Against his loving weight would try: Down went butterfly without blame; Vor up then went John's pftssion-flacio. John said I was very stupid To trust to the winged cupid; But now I will act th' true man, And win love, if indeed I can. Then good as well as intrepid, Wed Sarah most surely he did. He won her, not merely for wed-hpar, But lor all lil'e's testive power; Her virtues were far too preeioui: To gain hy things precarious- Sorrow ."terms b*::.^an to lower, When she Ijrought for him rich -dower. In fire Gratia martyr was great, ', In life's tested ways John co'.ild rate. Mow his consort had spirit-To'Ve,' And hr sou^^ht r]i?ar!y to prdva That he conld well appreciate • Th" gem-Hkc virtues of niarriafre -state. Tims, friends, I could An narration, Portray .scenes in each relation, . That demand the trjie spirit-love; i»jt I pray that (rod from abbve r\|ay. teach von this sacred lesson, And thus life'j keen an«^u!eh lessen. .:tK^5^a l^**-^tf^l; i 'm\ ^ ^-.n' •J il ' ■ 89 By (>M''h strain, my listening ti lends, Iha Poet ^o you ifavor extends, From this timfi'point mv influence. 1 ^;11 send to fttirv far distance, Aro\:r.d rIi soul, that here attend In cheorful.alds my motives blend . Th' poor no slave, tK-TicUman no tyrant Th' Poet heedg no iUs attendant, And pires all bliss \ti healthful glee, Blessed by God io morality— True wealth in the heart inherent Shall o'er all wo*' b« asceadant. TRANSLATION OF LATIN OV FAGR 4. ^ Love^l heart ^hall have right ijoodly strains, Bouquets in circles I twoiiW bend, , , \. v Chaplets fraught with sweet Flora's oUarm* To Renownod Cagatnnt Place I givi. AN ASPIRATION. May .we, have palais in heaven. Re':. 7:^. tPeto IB in ti-3 Habitual-Tenso. '^ \ COMPLEMENT.— -li The habitual tense is ia form present, in seusft yiast, present aad future— as I seek God's bless- ing often predicates I have sought it, I do seek it, I will seek it. H'3 Who in this oloi-poatic shade Miny years has his Lord obeyed IS the Rev. Jamies, W Thompson, D.D. I have transposed stanzas in Canto Fourth sinoe my public reading- Williani Gook. iTHEFLOUGHBm"^^ THE rtOUGHBOi^'S HAKBOW, NUxiiBelR OiSE, " BY KEV. WILLIAM COOK. A. B. AUTHOR OF THE NERIAH FOR THE METRICAL APOCALYPSE, CHESTNUT STREET, FREMONT. TTIE TELEGRAPH, OR STAR-BANNER SOlfC, TBE PLOUGHBOl', HOPE, OlIVE GHOVE, VP^ SALEW. OCTOPKR, f THE PLOUGHBOY'S HARROW . rccinarks made by ma, "William Cook J at a meeting for the (Jiscussion of Homo Kdiication, lu^ld in Barton Street Ci)u?,;h, Salem, October 12, 1S59. • - -Coul'l ovu' Foref''nthers after landing from ihe Maytlowiir, as they ^lr^t knelt on those ShuVtis, havuJiaU virion of /he fw* tt;ro, of" tlii^ wieoti!)<2, ol nihcrs i.ow being hfilil, no vision of the Apocalypse or no vii;;Gn I'lon^ U.c • l)Ook of (tenesis to the olos-p o\ ih.G Apocttlypic would have been mort' u<;h in ihtmes— they wonUl have fonsi'll biOt^Uir's and sisters and neighbors reoipi"oo;illy" toaoh- tri) g.'neriAUs volition I said that being t»oin a boy 1 could spoak for boyf, but not t After 1-2 years old do -not scholars need teacher j of their own sex.' TUIi PLOUGIIBOY'S HARROW, i fcfiin;» a ^irl I con\d not speak for girls, tbojf^li I sj;)r>05C tli'iir cxperienco is the earie a-J thil of boy:?. 1 predicated ttiJit the llrst ideas present' el to chiHivn^' ni'narj ba of Ga 1, that pa- -JTQni^ It I regjr.Ii?'i aa God's vicegcrerits, that fevAiiiloas from the ISiijlet flowora stones and choral birds be imi^resBively bleadnjd— thu.-; the child might be led to prny (a God, and i,ii tnotives would be fixed ri-rHt^jia j hj wj-.iid persevere i:i tiie attain- n»^»ii« of a good o'ject. 1 ail )vy«;d thai iii jityetilie jdavT Sfid, '^uar- rcii pari'ii'i an? jViOiu^'o think that th(jt;r children ur-eanU} to:\'j,sol ^ipeW the \¥or(l. I quote* i f on !!iy Ploaghboy* Wlio:? 1 'tra Jlt; ro«kcrs, s ^ tnuch worn, -" Co dd hit io:kiil no faster. T'a-.n i r.iid from inch scf^nes until death proper innUarfiun should be; given. I noxi sliowcd the trar.s^er of parental authority to other tya-jhers, alluding t j my yo'itliful experience of a ]>ack to home drl- y/inj; inti i:^iico o "a fteachur's green specta- ele3. An \n^.'BY REV. WILLIAM COOK. A. B. ;;"^; c AUTHOR OF it vri TOR NBRIAH FOH "f HK METRICAL APOCALYPSE, c^L:sT^;uT iJiRE^T^ FKKJMONT. THE TELEGRA?Ij^ OR STAR RANNER SONG, TIJE PLOUGHBOX; HOPE, OMVK GROVE, ETC SALEM. NOVEMBER, 1859. 1 THE PLOUGIIBOY'S HARROW. Remarks mado by me, William Cook, at meetings tpr the discussion of Home Education, beld in Lyceum Hall aud in bouth Church, SaUwi iioYfyHabw 3, and 10, 1859. . ' . Lyceum HtU, Nof. S* The eagle flies towards the n60B4af<«BB, Howers turn towards the sun, roots seek the soil— such pbenomina illustrate tho con£denctt that children should have m their parents, it muat be natural, we want no iicuiiou:i conJidonce, tut the confidence ot nature not affected by the fall of Adam and Evo ia Edeo. The parent's teart 18 the floil in. which children must thrive. It that soil is net good, or if ihey are driven to soil without liiose hearts, we know ihe voaeequencet . houtU Church, Nov. 10. . The union ot Sunday School with home Kduciniou aids Iv tte ^pporfunily to t«aelitjr iind scholars to study and converse about .litloreiit parts of Scripture more ex» tensivety aud in a maiinw varied from the patertiJil course, the children become dis- eussite. 1 then avowed my joy n giving ^n instaiUJe whici), at a time when men *»ay there are paradoxes in Scripture, may show those paradoxes only apaient — verbal, lqI ideal. THE PLOUGHBOX'S HARROW. ^ Every word of Divine Revelation it Divine. In Gen. 6;6» it ia said And it repented the JUor4 that had made man on the earth, and it irie ved h im at his heart— 4n The Bpisti* ofT?aul, the Apostle to the JRemans, Ilf2d, F^ the gifts and calling of God are without repentence God-then repeated, and now repents of evil, btrt not ^^'goodnese, mercy and love. This truth slfouW he written ovet the Sohoo' -TOO n- door, ^nd over the' door of tlie- Chri^riHti's closet, that God repent* of evil, bat not of goodness, mercy IHust^atiiig a Ksv Brcrther's idea 1 said that at Dry Joct,lJuvv York City, with The (General Episcal topological Seminary Student , 1 gathered^ Sunday School— We aBcended s^epa outside to boildin^^torie« ^ found maiiy ehi1dr«n» I said betweeri one 8t two hundred, perhaps over two hundred. in the clft«s assigned ui^ I questioned 'a bojr about playing at the Dry Dock OB Tfee Lord'i day f I knew not that he played there) ho asked 4f Iknew the hoy playing with him? 1 told him that God knew. Thus a door was opened to that playmate-boy'a heart- *Ble3sed arethcy^ that cow by the side of all waters'. They may ride crestwave and send light over dark oeean, saving some who wate sinking- « THE fLOUGBOY'S HARROWc Creation's dome-builder, th'ougli pcf^sl* In his useful designs^ " "* Letting cbaotic scenea appear, RougheHS, by vuhions^ hiiis and p''*»g. This right repentence aids ';!:» work -^ His infinite fetness Cannot, by changes, be destroyed, Nor productions be less. Immutable in the greatest good, He controlla evil ones, If rebellious be men, fitly He tales all volitions. ~ Through Essex County I will find Traces of his power-love, His, at whose death the rocks wore Ttnt^ By whom things ever liva THE )'L0UGR30V*S HARROW, IM'MBKR THRKE, BY RRS. WILLfAM COOK. A. B. AUTHOR OF TMB NERIAH FOR TIT^; METRICAL APOCALYPSE, CiXF.STNUT STREET, KRKMONT. lllE TELEGRAPH, OR STAR.BANNER SONQ, THE PLOUGHBOT. HOPE, 01*LV£ GROVE, EXa SALEM. JANUARTf 1860. iCi THE PLOUGHBOY'S HARROW ^ Reinarka made by me, WiUiamCook, 4t meetiags Tor the disciusion ofHesoe jfc'tittcatiarH beld ic First Baptist Cburcb & in the "Eabernaclfr Churchy Salexni No?- «mber IC, and 2*, 1859. Fixit Baptist Chunrh^ Nov. I great to read coirsecutively. T hero is a physfcal, not an intellectttil inability; for they aix oti^n intelUgeat in converiiatiOB. Parent, brother or sister should aid s^h, by eoav^ereing about the book, an aiiaiyrtii^ #t thtme^ should be re« quired and connoted l^us^ an ioteKectual liome«cuitivAuon wnutd be hitd, by incitipg the (i&iW, all wouJd be edified- 1 proposed the Savior air a model-narrator. Around him were the bold Peter, amiable and beloted^ John^ Mury^ Magdalene, pub* licana^ sinnera and opposing Jews— many oftheorfwrfr donbtlesa weeping while the Lord t»Id the prodigal habita of a yotith. The parable surpasaea Shakspfaeare'iB cbar- acteriao Uneanienta or any^ther drama8> WUtiaoi Sbaksph«ire bad more mind>gems When on the Mind of minds He placed the intellectual crown BrIgL*; with all diamonds* I gave ao iostAace of lifi' eloquence-^ ^^^^m. 4 ^0m% ^^ t^rl THE PL0UGHB0y»3 HARROW. IS I drew the cricket near to a lady, wha l?cokly ▼isited in our family— she th«o yeUted the historv of George BarnwcH: lanoccQt youth by Gre^'nwood's cbarma fa London was insnared, Meatal'* dusty study was shown With the fate that crime Fharea, I ghowed how in the ahades of evening iiin guides by her deceitful lamp Tho young to mtcmperaace «r.a v:a(J« Tabernacle Church, Nov. 23. BIaii» Pascal's home edncation I made, for the theme*« elucidation, An irrojfiafible statistic. His good father^ Stephen Faacal, Ptettdent of Court of Aids, Did jadgment at vine cl«d AverE— His mother, Anfoiutttto Bogon Her naiao duriuj» ker virgm-daya» Dying, BTA!<»e loat maternal care. Thft paternal aid he fully enjoyed, By it ak)ne he was inatructed. Academic tuition has Traioed for the^ world's edification No mrndmofft apt in human Ufa. He by his Frovincial Letters Showed U9 the Chiistian Citizen,. By hie life he showed the choice fruiti Raised from recommended seed. 1 then in faithful love rebuked Unholy, destroying ambition From first to last les«on taught Sin-castle Is vain ladder to climb, . For aid in ^pel work scholars Should secure th« p«r9 classic Icr^ Ifl THE PLOUGBOY'S HARROW. THE SCHOOLHOUSE. The schoolhous^ and all its sport-plac-:;* Tell our hearts* remembrance, Tell childhood's pains, sorrows and joys, Tell for many in death's silence. ^ The rod, the book, the pen, the seat The stove, the door, the window. And master, in fear, teacher, in love. From our thoughts cannot go. Figures bad their relative jHJWcrj^ To task, then teach each oue, ^ Until in the arithmetic There seamed numeral tongue. While we learned our needful lesaoQS, As our minds, our bodies Were increasing from day to day. Till life brought us duties. Now I like to aid education, To see good schoolbouses, And have the scholars in all thiiigg Making right good choices. Ekch one should bear the shield of faith In the struggle for right, Bear it onward to heaven's gata With vktor-marks made bright. i uUiOiiO