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YOUNG FOLKS'
CENTENNIAL RHYMES.
-BY WILL CARLETON,
AUTHOR OF " FARMI BALLADS" AND "FARMI LEGENDS."
ILL USTRA TED.
NEWV YORK:
HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS,
FRANKI,IN SQUARE.
I 876. 
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year I876, by
HARPER & BROTHERS,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 
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DEDICATED
TO
"YOUNG AMERICA."
140945  
TO PARENTS.
IT is very desirable to induce children to love history for its own
sake, and to read it not only as a task, but a pleasure.   This they can
not do when met at the outset merely with dry historical facts, dull sta tistics, and far-away dates, concerning which they feel not the slightest
interest, and the meaning or object of which they do not understand.
They must be shown that the people who lived in the "days agone"
were not so very different from the ones who live now; that there were
boys and girls in those days, as well as at present; their imaginations
and sympathies must be excited in regard to the events of history; and
then they will read it not alone for the sake of being good students, or
of pleasing their teachers, but for its ozoit sake.
This principle has been borne in mind during the preparation of the
present volume. Time and opportunity have not enabled the author to
carry it out so completely, in this case, as he would like to have done;
but he has made, perhaps, a step in the right direction, and hopes that
these "Rhymes," and the accompanying notes and illustrations, may induce many of the young people of America to go at work studying up
the history of our country with genuine zeal, for the sake of the interestilig things to be found there.
He also believes that his publishers have presented the work in a
form that will make it a very acceptable little gift from parents to
children, and a pleasant souvenir by which to remember the Great Centennial Year. 
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To My Young Friends, Greeting:
I have beeii proud and happy to know that among the appreciative read ers of my former works there have been many  of the "young folks."   I
have now written a book on purpose for you.
The centennial year of American Independence has been the cause of man.y
books being written and published; but among these you, as a class, have
been almost,  f not entirely, neglected.  This ought not to be; for while your
fathers and mothers are the grandchildren of the Revolution, you are the
great-grandchildren; and while brave men and women lived duri.ng  the
War for Independence, there were also many brave boys and girls.  And
if our country should have to fight over again its battles for liberty, there
would to-day be found many young people who would do their part nobly.
So I have written a centennial book on purpose foryou. It contains stories
and pictutres of some of the brave "young folks" of Revolutionary times.
These I have tried to tell in plain words, but without descending to "babytalk," which is not a very good thitg in a book, and which young people can
get over very early, so as to speak like other folks, if they try.
Toward the close of the volume you will find some short "notes," explaining or giving more information about the persons and scenes spoken of in the
"Rhymies."  These you should read carefully, referringfrom the poems to the
notes by means of the smallfigures, and trying to understand them as well as
possible.  If there is any tzhiig there you can not make out alone, ask your
parents or teacher to help you.
You can also find some of these stories in one or more of the followhig
works: Irving's "Lifet of Washinzgton," Lossing's "'Yield-book of the American Revolution," Hildreth's "History of the Uniited States," "aoble Deeds
of American Women," and "Romance of the Revolution." These books, and
others on the subject of Anierican history, you should read as soon as you can,
for every one ought first of all to lear-n the story of his own country.
Hopin, these few poems and pictures may have the eect of makinig even
better young Americans of you all, I remain,
Your friend,
WILL CARLETON.
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CONTENTS.
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TILE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL..............................................
TIlE BOSTON BoYs...................................................................
THE FAITIHFUL SISTER............................................................
TIHE RIDE OF JENNIE M'NEAI..................................................
THREE SCENES OF A HERO'S LIFE...........................................
TIlE PARENTS' FAREWELL.......................................................
IIow  ISRAEL WAS WHIPPED..................................................
I,ITTLE GOLDEN-HAIR..............................................................
TILE PRIZE OF TIlE "MIARGARETTA"..........................................
THE PRINTER-BOY TRAMP.......................................................
NEIlLIE'S LIE..............................................
DICEY LANGSTON....................................................................
NOTES................................................................................... 113  
ILL U STRATIONS.
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TIlE PRIZE OF THE " MARGARETTA"........... rontispiece
' WAS WATCHING FOR HIS COMING FROM TIlE CORNER OF HIEkR
EYE................................................ 20
"CLINGING ROUND HIS BRAWNY NECK, SHE CLASPED HER FINGERS
WHITE AND SMALL"................................... 23
"TILE GENERALI, GAZED AT THE FLUSHIED FACE RAISED TO illS,
WITH A PLEASED SURPRISE".................. 28
"'YOU NEVER SHALL KILIL THIS BROTHER TILL I HAVE NO HAND
TO SAVE'"............................................... 32
"SO INTO THE NIGHT THE GRAY HORSE STRODE................39
"'SINCE YOU HAVE LEFT IT UNTO ME, THUS TO DECIDE I'M LED' 48  K~.      -
WEEP NOT, MY MORE THAN MOTIhER; WASTE NOT A SINGI.E
TEAR.' 5.......................................................56
"JUST BEFORE HIS STEED'S HIGH HEAD, CLAD IN ROBES OF PUREST
WHITE".......................................................................... 59
TIlE PARENTS' FAREWELL........................................    63
"SHE BOUND HIS ARM"............................:.,.......... 9I
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YOUNG FOLKS' CENTENNIAL RHYMES.
THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL.'
A BOY drove into the city, his wagon loaded down
Withl food to feed the people of the British-governed town
And the little black-eyed rebel, so innocent and sly,
Was watching for his coming from the corner of her eye.
His face looked broad and honest, his hands were brown and
tough,
The clothes he wore upon him were homespun, coarse, and
rough;
But one there was who watched him, who long time lingered
nigh,
And cast at him sweet glances firom the corner of her eye. 
Youing Folks' Centetinial lvhymnes.
He drove up to the mafrket, he waited in the line;
His apples and potatoes were fresh and fair and fine;
But long and long hie waited, and no one came to buy,
Save the black-eyed rebel, watching fiom  the corner of her
eye.
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" WAS WATCHING FOR HIS COMING FROM THE CORNER OF HER EYE."
Now who will buy my apples?" he shouted, long and loud;
And "Who wants my potatoes?" he repeated to the crowd;
But from all the people round him  came no word of a
reply,
Save the black-eyed rebel, answering from the corner of her
eye.
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The Little Black-eyed Rebel.                2I
For she knew that'neath the lining of the coat he wore that
day,
Were long letters from the husbands and the fathers far
away,
Who were fighting for the freedom that they meant to gain
or die;
And a tear like silver glistened in the corner of her eye.
But the treasures -how to get them? crept the question
through her mind,
Since keen enemies were watching for what prizes they might
find:
And she paused a while and pondered, with a pretty little
sigh;
Then resolve crept through her features, and a shrewdness
fired her eye.
So she resolutely walked up to the wagon old and red;
"May I have a dozen apples for a kiss?" she sweetly said:
And the brown face flushed to scarlet; for the boy was some    what shy,
And  he saw her laughing at him from the corner of her
eye. 
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"You may have them all for nothing, and more, if you want,"
quoth he.
"I will have them, my good fellow, but can pay for them,"
said she;
And she clambered on the wagon, minding not who all were
by,
With a laugh of reckless romping in the corner of her eye.
Clinging round his brawny neck, she clasped her fingers
white and small,
And then whispered, "Quick! the letters! thrust them un    derneath my shawl
Carry back again this package, and be sure that you are
spry!"
And she sweetly smiled upon him from the corner of her eye.
Loud the motley crowd were laughing at the strange, un    girlish freak,
And the boy was scared and panting, and so dashed he
could not speak;
And, "Miss, I have good apples," a bolder lad did cry;
But she answered, "No, I thank you," from the corner of
her eye. 
ETXc Little B3lack-eyed Rebel.                  23
"CLINGING ROUND HIS BRAWNY NECK, SHE CLASPED HER FINGERS WHITE AND SMIALIL."
\Vlitlh the news of lov,ed ones absent to the dear friends they
would greet,
Searching  them  who  lhungered  for them, swift she  glided
through the street.
"There is nothing worth the doing that it does not pay to try,"
Thought,lt the little black-eyed rebel, with a twinkle in her eye. 
Young folks' Centennial Rhymes.
THE BOSTON BOYS.
THE General's2 room had a look of gloom,
His face bore a deep-marked frown;
WVith wrinkled brow he was pondering how
To govern Boston town.
He  thought of the care he was doomed to bear
From the rebels, nilght and day,
And longed once more to be on the shore
Of England, far away.
He mused of the trials and self-dclenials
That manhood's days annoy,
And wished he could play now and then a day,
A jolly and careless boy.
Forgetting, though small the troubles all
Of a child, from manhood's view,
'Tis easily shown, if the truth be known,
Boys have their troubles, too.
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The Boston Boys.
Now the sentinel cried, in the street outside,
"You bold young rebels, go!"
And the words came loud, as from a crowd,
"When we do, please let us know!"
"We've a word to say to your chief to-day,"
Cried a clear voice, young of age:
"You may as well know we neverll go
Till we've talked with General Gage."
Still the sentinel cried, in the street outside,
"Begone, you rascally crew!"
The answer sounded, and far resounded,
"Please hold your breath till we do!"
The General eyed the aid by his side,
And said, "You had best go out
And view the boys who are making this noise,
And what it is all about."
And the aid-de-camp, with soldierly tramp,
Went, looking sober and sage;
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
But, with a smile on his face the while,
Came back to General Gage.
"There's a sight to see in the street," said he:
"Boys a hundred, more or less;
And still they stay, and still they say
They've a grievance for redress.
"And some have a trace of rage in their face,
And some a smile to win;
And some are dressed in the city's best,
And some clad ragged and thin."
The General smiled, for he had a child,
With many a winning way;
And he said, "'Twere no sin; let their leaders in,
And hear what they have to say."
So eight or ten, like gentlemen,
Each one with cap in hand,
Marched in and bowed to the General proud,
And the General's smile was bland.
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The Boston Boys.
Then the leader did say, "We have come to-day,
As of right it doth belong,
To tell you how you should not allow
Your soldiers to do us wrong.
"Once, twice, and thrice they have broke the ice
Of our favorite skating-pond;
For naught it was done but to spoil the fun
Of which we as boys are fond.
"We spoke with them oft, in language soft;
They only used us worse.
WVe threatened to see the powers that be;
They answered us with a curse.
"And we come and say to you to-day,
Boys have rights as well as men;
This is a free land, and we will not stand
The breaking our ice again!"
The General gazed at the flushed face raised
To his, with a pleased surprise;
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And the courage-flame that is ever the same
Sprung into his kindled eyes.
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" THE GENERAL GAZED AT' THE FLUSHED FACE RAISED
TO HIS, WITH A PI.EASED SURPRISE."
He turned to the aid, and softly said,
"We  never can laurels wreathe,
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The Boston Boys.
By fighting the ones whose very sons
Draw liberty when they breathe.
"My  lads, you may go; skate to and fro
In your daily sports once more.
If to spoil your peace they do not cease,
I will punish my soldiers sore.
"British boys true in spirit are you,
Whatever may befall."
But they raised a shout, marching briskly out,
"No! no! we are Yankees all!"
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhzymes.
THFE FATHFUL SISTER.
UP through the Mohlawk Valley, one early morning of May,
The Tories canie, with ball and flame, and plundered all the
way.
And Samson Samminons' cottage escaped not their regard,3
But safely he and his strong sons three were quick put un
der guard.
Sam mons, you and your strong sons
"Now  ready,  Samson
three,"
A soldier said, "My
me.
old gray hlead, and  go  along  with
"We must up and off for Canada; we've not a minute to
lose."
Said the youngest, "No, I will not go till I've covered my
feet with shoes."
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"WVe wait for you not a minute," the cruel soldier said:
"Rebel, go as you are, with your false feet bare, or stay with
your heart's blood shed."
And  the  soldier  raised  his  bayonet,- to  do  as  he  did
say;
For the boy had sprung for a ladder-rung, determined to
have his way.
But his faithful, favorite sister, waiting to hear no more,
Undaunted one, sprung on the gun, and pressed it to the
floor;
And  shouted, "Burn  and  plunder, ye Tories, strong and
brave!
You never shall kill this brother till I have no hand to
save!"
For a second's time she struggled to keep her desperate
clasp;
But with teeth firm clenched, the stout man wrenched his
gun from the maiden's grasp.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rlzymes.
Again he raised the musket, with death to close the strife;
But the chief said, "Stay; she shall have her way: she has
earned her brother's life."
And many a bright year after, when war had had its day,
Children there were who petted her, caressing her locks of
gray,
And blessed her for the courage with which her love was
rife,
Which made its way and gained the day, and saved their
father's life.
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The Ride of yennie M'Neal.
THE RIDE ROF 7ENNIE M' NEAL.
PAUL REVERE' was a rider boldWell has his valorous deed been told;
Sheridan's ride5 was a glorious oneOften it has been dwelt upon.
But why should men do all the deeds
On which the love of a patriot feeds?
Hearken to me, while I reveal
The dashing ride of Jennie M'Neal.
On a spot as pretty as might be found
In the dangerous length of the Neutral Ground,
In a cottage, cozy, and all their own,
She and her mother lived alone.
Safe were the two, with their frugal store,
From all of the many who passed their door;
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
For Jennie's mother was strange to fears,
And Jennie was large for fifteen years;
With vim her eyes were glistening,
Her hair was the hue of a blackbird's wing;
And while the friends who knew her well
The sweetness of her heart could tell,
A gun that hung on the kitchen wall,
Looked solemnly quick to heed her call;
And they who were evil-minded knew
Her nerve was strong and her aim was true.
So all kind words and acts did deal
To generous, black-eyed Jennie M'Neal.
One night, when the sun had crept to bed,
And rain-clouds lingered overhead,
And sent their surly drops for proof
To drum a tune on the cottage roof,
Close after a knock at the outer door,
There entered a dozen dragoons or more.
Their red coats, stained by the muddy road,
That they were British soldiers showed;
The captain his hostess bent to greet,
Saying, "Madam, please give us a bit to eat;
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The Ride of yennie M'Neal.
We will pay you well, and, if may be,
This bright-eyed girl for pouring our tea;
Then we must dash ten miles ahead,
To catch a rebel colonel abed.
He is visiting home, as doth appear;
We will make his pleasure cost him dear."
And they fell on the hasty supper with zeal,
Close-watched the while by Jennie M'Neal.
For the gray-haired colonel they hovered near,
Had been her true friend, kind and dear;
And oft, in her younger days, had he
Right proudly perched her upon his knee,
And told her stories many a one
Concerning the French war lately done.
And oft together the two friends were,
And many the arts he had taught to her;
She had hunted by his fatherly side,
He had shown her how to fence and ride;
And once had said, "The time may be,
Your skill and courage may stand by me."
So sorrow for him she could but feel,
Brave, grateful-hearted Jennie M'Neal.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rzhymes.
With never a thought or a moment more,
Bare-headed she slipped from the cottage door,
Ran out where the horses were left to feed,
Unhitched and mounted the captain's steed,
And down the hilly and rock-strewn way
She urged the fiery horse of gray.
Around her slender and cloakless form
Pattered and moaned the ceaseless storm;
Secure and tight, a gloveless hand
Grasped the reins with stern command;
And full and black her long hair streamed,
Whenever the ragged lightning gleamed.
And on she rushed for the colonel's weal,
Brave, lioness-hearted Jennie M'Neal.
Hark! from the hills, a moment mute,
Came a clatter of hoofs in hot pursuit;
And a cry from the foremost trooper said,
"Halt! or your blood be on your head!"
She heeded it not, and not in vain
She lashed the horse with the bridle-rein.
So into the night the gray horse strode;
His shoes hewed fire from the rocky road;
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" SO INTO THE NIGHT THE GRAY HOIRSE STRODE."  
The Ride of yennie M'Neal.
And the high-born courage that never dies
Flashed from his rider's coal-black eyes.
The pebbles flew from the fearful race;
The rain-drops grasped at her glowing face.
"On, on, brave beast!" with loud appeal,
Cried eager, resolute Jennie M'Neal.
"Halt!" once more came the voice of dread;
"Halt! or your blood be on your head!"
Then, no one answering to the calls,
Sped after her a volley of balls.
They passed her in her rapid flight,
They screamed to her left, they screamed to her
right;
But, rushing still o'er the slippery track,
She sent no token of answer back,
Except a silvery laughter-peal,
Brave, merry-hearted Jennie M'Neal.
So on she rushed, at her own good will,
Through wood and valley, o'er plain and hill;
The gray horse did his duty well,
Till all at once he stumbled and fell,
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhzymes.
Himself escaping the nets of harm,
But flinging the girl with a broken arm.
Still undismayed by the numbing pain,
She clung to the horse's bridle-rein,
And gently bidding him to stand,
Petted him with her able hand;
Then sprung again to the saddle-bow,
And shouted, "One more trial now!"
As if ashamed of the heedless fall,
He gathered his strength once more for all,
And, galloping down a hill-side steep,
Gained on the troopers at every leap;
No more the high-bred steed did reel,
But ran his best for Jennie M'Neal.
They were a furlong behind, or more,
When the girl burst through the colonel's door,
Her poor arm helpless hanging with pain,
And she all drabbled and drenched with rain,
But her cheeks as red as fire-brands are,
And her eyes as bright as a blazing star,
And shouted, "Quick! be quick, I say!
They come! they come!  Away! away!"
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The Ride of Tennie M'Neal.
Then sunk on the rude white floor of deal,
Poor, brave, exhausted Jennie M'Neal.
The startled colonel sprung, and pressed
The wife and children to his breast,
And turned away from his fireside bright,
And glided into the stormy night;
Then soon and safely made his way
To where the patriot army lay.
But first he bent, in the dim fire-light,
And kissed the forehead broad and white,
And blessed the girl who had ridden so well
To keep him out of a prison-cell.
The girl roused up at the martial din,
Just as the troopers came rushing in,
And laughed, e'en in the midst of a moan,
Saying, "Good sirs, your bird has flown.
'Tis I who have scared him from his nest;
So deal with me now as you think best."
But the grand young captain bowed, and said,
"Never you hold a moment's dread.
Of womankind I must crown you queen;
So brave a girl I have never seen.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
Wear this gold ring as your valor's due;
And when peace comes I will come for you."
But Jennie's face an arch smile wore,
As she said, "There's a lad in Putnam's corps,
Who told me the same, long time ago;
You two would never agree, I know.
I promised my love to be true as steel,"
Said good, sure-hearted Jennie M'Neal.
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Three Scenes of a Hero's Life.
THREE SCENES OF A HERO'S LIFE.7
I.
OLD Master Hobby, with a face
Half serious, half grotesque,
And no one else within that place,
Sat writing at his desk;
Conning long lessons, drear and sad,
To make his boys rehearse;
Writing wise copies very bad,
For them to copy worse.
Long, empty benches stretched around,
And desks in stern array;
From boys outside there came a sound,
Hard-working at their play.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhzymes.
When all at once a voice he heard:
"You are the thief, not I!"
And back again the angry word
Came, loud and clear, "You lie!"
Old Master Hobby left his seat:
Across the dusty floor,
A pair of ragged-slippered feet
His lean old body bore;
And putting up his wrinkled face
(Unseen from out the yard),
Into a broken glass-pane's place,
He watched and listened hard.
With fists tight-clenched, with feet firm-braced,
Two boys stood, fast to fight;
Both savage-eyed and angry-faced,
Shouting with all their might.
Old Master Hobby bent his brow
And turned to seek the door,
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Three Scenes of a Hero's Life.
As to himself he muttered, "Now,
I'll whip the scamps full sore."
But at that moment came a voice  As if from one in doubt,
Crying above the tumult, "Boys,
Why don't you leave it out?"
Then reason seemed to rule with one,
And he at last replied,
"I'll leave it to George Washington,8
To no one else beside."
Whereto the other did agree;
When George appeared, and said,
"Since you have left it unto me,
Thus to decide I'm led:
"Patrick, three pears, if true his claim,
This boy has lost by you;
And from your somewhat blemished name,
I rather think'tis true.
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YoZulng Folks' Centennial Rhiymels.
"'SINCE YOU HAVE LEFT IT UNTO,ME,
THUS TO DECIDE I M LED.' "
"Your father has an orchard large;
In payment for your tricks
Against your friend, I hereby charge
That you shall pay him six.
"You, Nehemiah, here'tis claimed,
Your playmate's top have broke;
And, from the deeds for which you're famed,
I fear'tis truly spoke.
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Three Scenes of a Hero's Life.
"Right easily your mind you bend
The making toys to do;
So you the broken top shall mend,
And give him one that's new."
At this the boys stood still a while,
Thinking what should be done;
And the young umpire, with a smile,
Was calmly looking on.
But rage again came surging through
Each passion-heated head,
And both declared they would not do
What had to them been said.
Whereat the young peace-maker cried,
"You left the case to me;
I took pains justly to decide,
From all that I could see.
"But you with heedless rage are mad,
For foolish fight equipped;
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymnes.
And each would probably be glad.
To see the other whipped.
"So if you will not heed my plan,
But both are bound to fight,
I'll whip you both-I think I can  And that will set it right."
The boys full well his bravery knew
In every time of need;
And each stepped back a pace or two,
And with the terms agreed.
The Master hobbled back, right glad
His duties to rehearse,
And went to making copies bad,
For them to copy worse;
And muttered to himself, "That one
Of all my lads is best,
Who, when'tis fitting to be done,
Can govern all the rest.
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Three Scenes of a Hero's Life.
"The boy who heard this childish cause,
And when his mind was set,
Stood ready to enforce his laws,
May rule a nation yet."
II.
MOTHER.
My boy, the hour is approaching I've dreaded long to know;
For out on the broad blue ocean the good ship waits to
go.9
All of your baggage safely upon its deck is stored;
Many a love-made token is safe for you on board.
Soon will your ears be greeted by  the mariner's cheerful
hail;
Soon on the wide, free ocean your gallant ship will, sail.
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Wonder not at the freedom with which I count my fears;
Do not let your courage be cowed by my rising tears;
Never from any other can my fond thoughts be heard;
Only a loving mother can speak a mother's word.
Long I with Heaven have pleaded your going not to see;
Long I my soul have flattered this cup would pass from me.
But there is naught can fetter a youth's adventurous joy;
Manhood's bravery sparkles in the heart of a healthy boy.
Yet as I think of the fair child I oft have cradled to sleep,
As tossed in the rude gale's dangers, as drenched by the
savage deep,
Come to my heart forebodings that will not go their way;
Comes to my lips a yearning to plead you still to stay!
SON.
And true there are some dangers upon the merry sea;
And sure there are some death-gales, and one may come
to me;
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But Danger has its slumbers, and Safety smiles on
care;
And boys soon grow to manhood, and men were made to
dare.
Although you would do o'ermuch my life perchance to
save,
Your love would melt to pity were I not strong and
brave;
This moment your affection your high ambition hides;
I would have you love me, mother, and proud of me be
sides.
MOTHER.
But oft I have dreamed of a glory that waits to fall on
you:
A glory of love and honor that shines for the brave and
true.
You as a soldier-hero were o'er the earth renowned;
You by maids and matrons with laurel wreaths were
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
First in cold and darkness you crossed to a river-side,
Wvhere to your brave endeavors was victory denied;
Next, in a blaze of sunshine'neathl skies of sweetest
blue,
Maids and matrons waited with laurel wreaths for you.
Honors and praises added fresh beauty to your fame;
Heart-born blessings hovered about your noble name.
In no dream should aught be to turn you either way;
Still in my heart is a yearning to plead you still to stay!
SON.
And true a faithful soldier a valiant name may win;
But there are ports of honor that sailors enter in.
If for my brow a chaplet awaiting there may be,
\Vhy can I not go find it upon the merry sea?
It is not 7helre we struggle that we may win a name;
Upon both land and water true courage burns the
same.
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Three Scenes of a Hero's Lzife. 
Though I may ne'er be famous, I'll mind my duty true;
And that is something noble for any one to do.
MOTHER.
Wvho can dispute a moment the truth of what you say?
Who can reject the logic with which you pave your way?
If on the scales of reason this question's truth be weighed,
Then is my cause defeated, and your decision made.
But there is something stronger by which my soul is
stirred;
E'en when the brain speaks loudest, the heart will have its
word.
Out  of my love's bright garden the thorns of self-will grow;
And as the hour approaches, I will not let you go!
SON.
I care not for the dangers-I fear not for the pain;
I e'er have had a longing to live upon the main;
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Young Folks' Centennial Rzhymes.
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'" WEEP NOT, MAY MORE THAN MOTHER; WASTE NOT A SINGLE TEAR.
I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU GRIEVING; I STII.L WILL TARRY HERE. "
But'tis one thing to bear up against a farewell's smart,
And it is quite another to break a mother's heart.
Weep not, my more than mother; waste not a single tear.
I will not leave you grieving; I still will tarry here.
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Three Scenes of a Hero's Life.
I would not bruise the warm arms that now my neck
enfold,
To sail across the ocean a solid ship of gold.
III.
SWEETLY down the Delaware
Shone the smiling April sun;
Maids and matrons waited there
For the honored WVashington.'~
Down the river's peaceful side
Calm and stately he did ride;
On his proud and prancing steed,
He a hero looked indeed.
Voices loud on every hand
Named him bravest of the brave,
Riding down to rule the land
He had struggled there to save.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
Where amid the wintry storm
Long he fought through weary hours,
Now his tall and noble form
Rode beneath an arch of flowers.
Many a blessing sweet and kind
In the tasteful wreaths was twined;
Many a kiss of purest love
Clustered in the bloom above:
And the words, wAith meaning fraught,
Met his eyes, in golden hue,
"He who for the mothers fought
Will protect the daughters, too."
Just before his steed's high head,
Clad in robes of purest white,
Maidens marched, with reverent tread,
Strewing flowers for his delight.
From beneath the welcome feet
Blessings flashed, his eyes to greet;
From above the stately head
Blessings fresh and true were shed;
From the eager watching throng
Came the praise of great deeds done,
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" JUST BEFORE HIS STEED'S HIGH IEAD,
CLAD IN ROBES OF PUREST WHITE,
MAIDENS MARCHED, VWITH REVERENT TREAD,
STREWING FLOWERS FOR HIS DELIGHT."
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In the chorus loud and long,
"Welcome, noble Washington!"
Could the mother but have gazed
On the pageant-glittering stream,
She her heart to Heaven had raised,
Full of thanks for that bright dream;
But the scene she would have eyed
With no look of pompous pride,
And the praise she would have heard
With no proud, exultant word;
But one prayer had struggled through,
Fully answered yet to be;
"Make him to his country true,
As he e'er has been to me."
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
THE PARENTS' EAREWELL.
FATHER.
SHOULDER arms, my good boy; never a minute pause;
Off to the patriot army, an' fight for your country's cause.
Though I be turned o' seventy, I'd go with you to-day,
Only upon a long march a crutch gets. in the way.
Long, I fought for England before she broke her trust;
I stood close by Braddock1 the day he bit the dust.
Oft have I showed the Britishers that Yankees was no
sham;
An' didn't I leave my  right leg on the Plains of Abra    ham?2
Didn't I fight the Indians as well as a man could do?
Didn't they know for a certain that I was enough for two?
An' when I buried your brothers, with Indian bullets slain,
Could any body tell me I sought revenge in vain?
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The Parents' Eizrewell.
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THE PARENTS FAREWELL.
But now with sword an' musket there's nothing I can (lo;
My strength is all in the old time —my fighting days are
thlroug,h;
An  all I am lately good for is to sit by the chimney-jmnb,
An' tell the boys how  we whipped'em on the Plains of
Abraham.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
I'd thought  I  might  doze  peaceful  the  evenin' of my
days,
With you to wait upon me, with all your kindly ways;
But now the land of England I fought so faithful for
Is raising up against us the blood-red hand of war.
She's up an' dressed for conflict-she's comin' over here,
As if we couldn't keep house with none to interfere;
But we the sour old lady a piece of our mind will give,
And  show her to the door-way,  an'  send  her  home  to
live,
And if there's scarce o' soldiers, you just sit down and
write,
An' I'll come an' stop a bullet from some one who can
fight;
An' if defeat awaitin' our army you may see,
Then do not mind my game leg, but hurry an' send for
me.
MOTHER.
Four have to the death-shades gone
Of the five sons I have known:
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Thze Parents' Farewell.
One fell on a war-ship's deck,
One in sight of strong Quebec;
Two were dead before me laid
By the Indians' bloody blade;
Onie was struck down in his prime
By the hardships of the time,
And his manly heart lies still
'Neath the maples on the hill.
But the moments will not stay;
Shoulder arms, and march away!
Wait a moment yet, my son!
My heart's words are not yet done.
We are losing fast our holdWe are feeble, bent, and old;
Wealth has never found our doorWe are helpless, weak, and poor.
But your arm, that was our stay;
Your bright smile, that cheered our way;
Your love, which the food has given
For which our poor hearts have striven,
We unto our country owe.
Shoulder arms, my boy, and go!
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
Wait a minute! one word more!
I've so many thoughts iri store
May be in your childhood's year
We were somewhat too severe;
But for any word or blow
That we gave you long ago,
If it would have served the call,
We had rather they did fall
Wheresoever they were dueOn ourselves, and not on you.
But my poor old tongue is slow;
Shoulder arms, my boy, and go!
Wait! if e'er a hasty word
From our trembling lips you've heard,
Do not mind it when you're gone;
Let your love for us keep on.
Old folks' weakness, aches, an' pains
Oft are o'ermuch for their brains;
Old folks' sorrows, fear, and care
Are a load for them to bear.
You must due allowance make
In your memory for our sake.
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The Parents' Farewcll.
But my words too many grow;
Shoulder'arms, my boy, and go!
One word more, and then adieu!
We had fondly hoped that you,
When we lay in death's repose,
Might be near, our eyes to close.
But'tis overplain to see
How that joy may never be.
Ere your flag in victory waves,
We may sleep in lonely graves.
Nothing do, in toil or mirth,
That will grieve us,.if on earth;
And if dead, perhaps our love
WVill look on you from above;
So do nothing that if named
E'er need make you feel ashamed.
Either here, or else on high,
We shall meet you by-and-by;
Live so, when our forms you see,
Wheresoever it may be,
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
If victorious in your fight,
By our fireside warm and bright,
Or within a brighter place,
You can look us in the face.
But they need you'gainst the foe;
Shoulder arms, my boy,. and go!
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How  Israel Was Whipped.
HOW ISSRAEL WAS WHIPPED.."
SCENE, BOSTON; TIME, I730.
Enter ISRAEL, a boy clad in country garb, and staring at ever)'
thing around him.
ISRAEL.
WELL, if this don't beat all! I never knew
There were so many housen the whole world through.
Whichever way I look, a house I see;
They're thick as girls is, at a pearin'-bee.
I used to Salem town quite large allow,
But Salem ain't no object to me now.
Why, this'ere town would never stop before
It ate ours up, an' smacked its lips for more!
And all these people, steppin''round here, too!
What under sun can they all find to do?
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Young Folks' Centennial Rzymcns.
An' some of them are dressed as fine an' gay
As if there was a trainin' here to-day!
Enzter a  City  Boy, much  larger  than  ISRAEL,  and smartly
dressed.
CITY BOY. 
What are you staring at, my tender one?
What are you looking for, my verdant son?
ISRAEL.
I'm starin' at whatever takes my eye;
I'm hunting for a gentleman.   Good-bye.
.CITY BOY (changinsg is manner).
Why, I'm a gentleman, and I will do
My best to help you, if you want me to.
I know the city well; you, by your face,
Are but a stranger here. Is this the case?
ISRAEL.
It ain't for me to rub out what you say;
I am a stranger, come from Salem way,
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. How  Israel  Was  Whzipped.
A-saltin' down such facts as I can see;
An' all these sights'round here is news to me.
CITY BOY.
Is that a fact? We'll soon put that to rights;
I'll take you round, and show you all the sights.
ISRAEL.
Well, if you want to, all I've got. to say,
Is, if you ever come out Salem way,
I'll take you to bring up, while you are there,
An' show you'round, an' treat you good an' square.
CITY BOY.
All right, my rose; I'll put that promise down.
And now let's take a look about the town.
Perhaps you've heard it said, "out Salem way,"
The world turns on its axis once each day?
ISRAEL.
Well, yes; that's what last winter's school -ma'am
said,
But hanged if I could get it through my head.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
It was so mighty hard for me to see,
Tile woman had to whip it into me.
CITY BOY.
Well, it is true; although it moves so slow,
That, do your best, you can not see it go;
But ere he's here long every body learns,
This city is the place'round which it turns.
You see that churchl-spire, just before your nose?
Well, that's the very point'round which it goes.
ISRAEL.
You're sure, I hope (if'twouldn't be impolite),
That this isn't something that you've dreamed some
night?
CITY BOY.
Oh, yes! it's all dead truth, strange as may seem.
Why, bless your soul! I have no. time to dream!
For if the truth is known-'cross, up, and down
I own about three-quarters of this town.
You see those ships out yonder in the bay?
They all are mine; I build one every day.
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How Israel Was  Whzipped.
ISRAEL.
It's getting late, and if you have not made
One for to-day, you'd best be at your trade.
CITY BOY.
Oh, I've a thousand men my work to do!
I send my ships to every country, too:
To Europe, Asia, Africa, they go;
I've lately put wings on them-do you knowAnd sent them to the moon.   When the wind's fair,
We Boston people get our cheese from there.
ISRAEL.
Now look ye here, my fine friend, if ye please:
Don't tell me that the moon is made o' cheese!
If that we find one blackbird in a nest,
We straightway kill for blackbirds all the rest;
So this last being any thing but true,
I rather think you've lied the whole way through.
CITY BOY (angrily).
You doubt my word, you green young country stick!
Well, then, I'll trounce you till I make you sick!
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Yozung Folks' Centennial Rlzymnes.
ISRAEL.
You've told a-many things I falsehoods guessed;
I b'lieve I doubt that more than all the rest.
BY-STANDER (to City Boy).
Stand back, you coward-lubber! don't you see,
You fool, that you are twice as big as he?
CITY BOY.
No; let him come an' touch me if he dar's!
I'll make him think the moon is made.of stars!
[Thzey ftght; ISRAEL throws the City Boy,
and holds him by the throat, tle by                 standers appla1din.
Pray let me up! I only was in fuh!
ISRAEL.
An' I'm in earnest.   Now, my pretty one,
You take that church-spire story back?
CITY BOY.
Oh yes!
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How  Israel LVas  Whlipped.
ISRAEL.
You'll own you don't own Boston now, I guess?
CITY BOY.
Oh yes! that was a piece of nonsense too.
I'll give my   city claims all up to you!
ISRAEL.
You own the moon ain't cheese?
CITY BOY.
Oh yes! oh, dear!
ISRAEL.
You'll own you are a liar, as
CITY BOY.
Yes, yes! I own it all! Just let me go,
An' after this my  tongue shall move more slow.
ISRAEL.
Then, take your feet, an' go upon your way,
An' be more truthful on another day.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
An' when a country boy comes into town,
Don't try, first thing, to make him out a clown;
Use him as you'd be used; and, if you please,
Don't tell him that the moon is made of cheese.
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Little Golden-hair.
LITTLE GOLDENV-HA,IR.14
LITTLE GOLDEN -HAIR was watching, in the window broad
and high,
For the coming of her father, who had gone the foe to 
fight;
He had left her in the morning, and had told her not to
cry,
But to have a kiss all ready when he came to her at
night.
She had wondered, all the day,
In her simple, childish way,
And had asked, as time went on,
Where her father could have gone;
She had heard the muskets firing, she had counted every
one,
Till the number grew so many that it was too great a
load;
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78           Yozunig Folks' Centennial Rhzymes.
Then the evening fell upon her, clear of sound of shout or
gun,
And she gazed with wistful waiting down the dusty Con      cord road.
Little Golden-hair had listened, not a single week before,
While the heavy sand was falling on her mother's coffin-lid:
And she loved her father better for the loss that then she
bore,
And thought of him, and yearned for him, whatever else
she did.
So she wondered all the day
What could make her father stay,
And she cried a little, too,
As he'd told her not to do;
And the sun sunk slowly downward and went grandly out
of sight,
And  she had the kiss all ready on his lips to be be
stowed;
But the shadows made one shadow, and the twilight grew
to night,
And she looked, and looked, and listened, down the dusty
Concord road.
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Little Golden-hair.
Then the night grew light and lighter, and the moon rose
full and round,
In the little sad face peering, looking piteously and mild;
Still upon the walks of gravel there was heard no welcome
sound,
And no father came there, eager for the kisses of his
child.
Long and sadly did she wait,
Listening at the cottage-gate;
Then she felt a quick alarm,
Lest he might have come to harm;
WVith no bonnet but her tresses, no companion but her
fears,
And no guide except the moonbeams that the pathway
dimly showed,
WVith a little sob of sorrow, quick she threw away her tears,
And alone she bravely started down the dusty Concord
road.
And for many a mile she struggled, full of weariness and
pain,
Calling loudly for her father, that her voice he might not
miss;
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymes.
Till at last, among a number of the wounded and the slain,
Was the white face of the soldier, waiting for his daugh
ter's kiss.
Softly to his lips she crept,
Not to wake him as he slept;
Then, with her young heart at rest,
Laid her head upon his breast;
And upon the dead face smiling, with the living one near
by,
All the night a golden streamlet of the moonbeams gen      tly flowed;
One to live, a lonely orphan, one beneath the sod to lie  They found them in the morning on the dusty Concord
road.
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The Prize of the "Margaretta."
THE PRIZE OF THE "',ARGGARETTA." 1
I.
FoUR young men, of a Monday morn,
Heard that the flag of peace was torn;
Heard that "rebels," with sword and gun,
Had fought the British at Lexington,
While they were far from that bloody plain,
Safe on the green-clad shores of Maine.
W'ithl eyes that glittered, and hearts that burned,
They talked of the glory their friends had earned,
And asked each other, "What can we do,
So our hands may prove that our hearts are true?"
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Youing Folks' Centennial Riymes.
II.
Silent the Margaretta lay,
Out on the bosom of the bay;
On her masts rich bunting gleamed;
Bravely the flag of England streamed.
The young men gazed at the tempting prizeThey wistfully glanced in each other's eyes;
Said one, "WAe can lower that cloth of dread,
And hoist the pine-tree flagso instead.
'"WIe are only boys to the old and sage;
We have not yet come to manhood's age;
"But we can show them that, when there's
need,
Men may follow and boys may lead."
Tightly each other's hand they pressed,
Loudly they cried, "We will do our best;
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The Prize of the "Margaretta."
"The pine-tree flag, ere day is passed,
Shall float from the Mar,a(zretta's mast."
III.
They ran to a sloop that lay near by;
They roused their neighbors, with hue and cry;
They doffed their hats, gave three loud cheers,
And called for a crew of volunteers.
Their bold, brave spirit spread far and wide,
And men came running from every side.
Curious armed were the dauntless ones,
WVith axes, pitchforks, scythes, and guns;
yet this day be passed,
from the schooner's mast!"
IV.
WVith sails all set, trim as could be,
The  Margaretta stood out to sea.
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The pine-tree grows 
Young Folks' Centennial Rzhymencs.
With every man and boy in place,
The gallant Yankee sloop gave chase.
Rippled and foamed the sunlit seas;
Freshened and sung the soft May breeze;
And came from the sloop's low deck, "Hurray!
We're gaining on her!  We'll win the day!"
A sound of thunder, echoing wide,
Came from the Margaret/a's side;
A deadly crash, and a loud death-yell,
And one of the brave pursuers fell.
They aimed a gun at the schooner then,
And sent the compliment back again;
He who at the helm of the schooner stood,
Covered the deck withl his rich life-blood.
V.
Each burning to pay a bloody debt,
The crews of the hostile vessels met;
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Thze Prize of the "Marg,aretta."
Thle Western nation now to be,
Made her first fight upon the sea.
And not till forty men were slain,
Did the pine-tree flag a victory gain;
But at last the hearts of the Britons quailed,
And grandly the patriot arm prevailed.
One of the youths, the deed to crowin,
Grasped the colors and pulled them down;
And  raised,'mid cries df wild delight,
Tile pine-tree flag of blue and whlite.
And the trulth was shown, for the world to read,
That men may follow and boys may lead.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhymces.
THE PRINI7E:R-BOY TRAMP.'7
OH, mother! come and see this lad, a-loitering down  the
street!
As queer a looking one he is as one would want to meet.
His face is full of thought and dirt-his brow's a savage
scowl;
He has a wise expression on, as solemn as an owl.
His hair has not been combed to-day-that's easy under    stood;
But there's something in his eye, mother, that's sensible and
good.
His clothes are somewhat patched and torn-his hat's the
worse for wear,
He perches it upon his head with very little care;
His shoes are rough, and bear the marks of many a dusty
mile;
He's any thing but a success, considered for his style.
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T[e Printer-boy  Tramnp.                 87
He has a monster of a foot- a large and sun - browned
handBut there's something in his air, mother, like one born to
command.
Look! As he walks along the street, with proud, indifferent
tread,
Close underneath each of his arms he hugs a loaf of
bread!
He does not mind the difference'twixt a dining-room and
street,
But from a loaf that's in his hand continues still to
eat.
The boys they wink and laugh at him; the people smile
and stare;
But there's something in his way, mother, that says he does
not care.
He's walked away; but, strange to say, he still runs in my
head;
I still can see him, in my mind, with his three loaves of
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Young Folks' Centennial R/zymes.
I know he is no common lad-of course, it's all the same;
How awkward and how rude he was!-I wish I knew his
name.
Of course, I do not care for him, so shabby and so
queer;
But there's something in my heart, mother, that wishes he
were here.
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Nellie's Lie.
VELLIE'S ZIE.
As Nellie'neath the oak-tree sat and sewed,
There came a Hessian8 soldier up the road;
His arm was red, where blood from it had flowed.
Panting, he walked up at a feeble pace,
He  looked the little girl straight in the face,
And  said, "'Please give to me  a hiding-place!
"From death-hounds, close pursuing me, I fly;
Five of my foemen swift are coming nigh,
And if they find me, I must surely die.
"I  have a little girl across the sea,
About your size, and she is fond of me,
As you of your own father sure must be.
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Young Folks' Centennial Rhiymes.
"She has a heart as tender as'tis true;
If now to her your father, wounded, flew,
I know that she would do as much for you.
"Perhaps, to-day, while I from danger flee,
By our small cottage, far across the sea,
Poor Gretchen weeps, and vainly waits for me."
And Nellie paused; it was her father's foe;
But could she turn away and bid him go,
Bleeding and weak, to meet a mortal blow?
And still she paused, and pity fought with fear;
She heard the tramp of soldiers coming nearShe pointed to the tree, and whispered, "Here!
"\Within these branches, safe the leaves amid,
From all my playmates I have often hid;
Climb up, and do not come till you are bid!"
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Nellie's Lie.
The soldiers dashed up, saying, "You must know,
We chase to-day a bloody Hessian foe;
We think you must have seen him; is it so?"
She blushed-she pondered what was wrong or rightThen looked up, with her great eyes sparkling brilght,
And answered, "Yes; he just went out of sight."
"Did he go up, or down, or straight ahead?"
Poiniting, meanwhlile, to where a cross-road led;
"Up," Nellie, at her sewing, faintly said.
Right onward still swept the pursuing band;
The Hessian came down at the girl's command;
He humbly kissed his youtng preserver's hand.
She bound his armnhe bade her not to fear;
She gave him food-he brushed away a tear;
She said "Good-bye" —he sought the forest near.
She thought, "Perhaps'twas not to country true,
But'twas what I would have his girl to do;
And Gretchen-wouldn't she thank me, if she knew!"
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Young Folks' Centennial Rzymnes.
DICEY LANGSTON.9
SCENE, MAIR. LANGSTON'S HOUSE, IN LAURENS DISTRICT,
SOUTH CAROLINA; TIME, NIGHT.
MRS. LANGSTON.
Hark! what's that noise?
MR. LANGSTON.
Nothing, except the wind
Flying among the trees.
MRS. LANGSTON.
But what is that?
MR. LANGSTON.
Some rabbit, or some fox, that prowls outside,
Seeking for food or shelter.
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Diccy Langston.
MAIRS. LANGSTON.
And what's that?
MR. LANGSTON.
An owl-bird-watch-dog of the woods: he makes
The night seem twice as lonely.
MRS. LANGSTON.
Oh, my child!
Rushing through dangers, creeping over snares,
For three long days and nights you have been
gone,
And I a-sitting safely here at home!
Why did I let you go upon this journey?
MR. LANGSTON.
To save your other children.
MRS. LANGSTON.
And, perhaps,
Lose them the same, and her besides.'Tis sad
To sit here childless, may be, and reflect
That she to-night might be here safe with me,
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Young Folks' Centennial Rzhymes.
surrendered to her pleading!
If I had not
What's that?
MR. LANGSTON.
A step.
MRS. LANGSTON.
A voice! H-ir
voice, thank God!
Enzter DICEY.
DICEY.
Home  again, safe!  Oh,'twas an awful tramp!
Why, father, how you hug me!  And you, mother,
Are crying so, it brings tears to my eyes.
Wlhy, one would think I had been gone a year,
And then the word had come that I was dead,
Instead of being absent three short days,
And then returning safely home to you.
MRS. LANGSTON.
Three days and nights! You must be starved to
death!
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Dicey Langston.
DICEY.
Oh no! not near!'Tis not so easy done!
Two things are o'erhard with a healthy girl:
Those are, to starve her, and to break her heart.
MR. LANGSTON.
You must be tired to death with lack of sleep.
DICEY.
Oh no! I slept to-day in the safe house
Of one who stands within her door, and shouts,
"Long live our great and glorious George the Third!"
But whispers to her girls, "Get supper, now,
For the next rebel who may come along."
She hides the patriot colors in a trunk,
And when there's news of rebel victories,
She drapes her bedroom with our country's flag,
Shuts the doors tight, that none outside may hear,
And shouts, "Hurra for Washington and right!"
MRS. LANGSTON.
Now you are safe, dear daughter, what about
The ones you went to save? Were you in time?
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DICEY.
Yes, in full time! Let me alone for that!
And the red Cunningham will have to scent
Farther than he has ever done before,
If he makes good his threat of finding them.
Let him look out they are not finding him!
For they are rallying swift to give him fight.
MR. LANGSTON.
Your journey must have been a rough one, girl.
DICEY.
'Twas not a pleasure trip, I must confess.
It was a long and fearful walk. The night
I left my home, the storms were quarreling;
And as I felt along the hard-found path,
Great clouds seemed e'en a'most to brush my head.
Cold drops plashed in my face; the wind sometimes
Made such a doleful sound, it almost seemed
That'twas some dead man, waked up in his grave.
Once, at first sight, I thought I saw a ghost,
That beckoned to me with its long white arms,
As if to call me to it; then I shouted,
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Dicey Langston.
"Say! If you are an honest rebel ghost,
Come and shake hands;  if not, go on your way,
And let an honest girl go hers in peace."
MRS. LANGSTON.
Why, Dicey! How could you dare be so bold?
DICEY.
What is a ghost, for any one to fear?
Are ghosts good eaters? Would they eat me up?
I do not think there ever was a ghost.
But if there are such things, they're not so fierce
That any one need fear them. Now, when I
Am not afraid of any man alive,
Tell me, why should I fear him when he's dead?
Ghosts may have arms; but have they flesh on them?
They may have mouths; but have they teeth in them?
They're cowards, too, and ne'er can stand their ground,
If you will talk good honest sense to them.
I'd rather that a thousand ghosts would come,
And grin about me with their faces white,
And beckon to me with their long thin arms,
Than have a live wolf growl too close to me..
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MR. LANGSTON.
You wouldn't run for the wolf; but, I'll be bound,
'Twas not a ghost.  Go on and tell the rest
About your journey. WVe are fast to hear.
DICEY.
Well, when I started for it, and cried out,
It disappeared, as ghosts will always do;
I think my fancy must have made it all.
Just then I stumbled on some little thing,
That gave a cry of anguish; and I stooped
And picked it up;  it was a little bird;
And it had lost its nest, and helpless lay,
\Vith none to care for it.  I picked it up,
And said, "AMy poor, weak, helpless, silly thing!
This is a cold world into which you've come,
Thinking, perhaps, that you can live in it;
But here thou are, just ready now0 to die.
SaE,! is it wuar-time, too, among the birds,
That y)ou are here so helpless and so lone,
Without a motfer nigh to care for you?
Perhaps the great God-zu,ho has said that He
* Would never see a sparrow fall without
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iVoting just where it lay-has picked me out
To save your life; so come with me, my dear."
It nestled trustingly into my hand;
And so I carried it unto the end
Of my long journey, and protected it
Even when dangers hung above my head.
I left it safe with friends, and made them say,
That when'twas strong they'd give its freedom
back.
MR. LANGSTON.
Well, that was noble, good, and kind in you,
And, mayhap, interesting-to the bird;
But we had rather hear what'came of you.
DICEY.
Trudging along the road, I heard a sound
Like horses' hoof-steps; so I drew one side,
And hid myself behind a wayside tree,
More like some rogue than a well-meaning girl
Struggling to save the lives of them she loved.
It was a company of British horse;
And as they galloped past, I heard them drone,
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"God saze the King!"'Twas all that I could do,
To keep from shouting, so that they could hear,
"And take him into heaven this very night!"
MRS. LANGSTON.
Dicey, you must not wish that folks would die.
DICEY.
I know'twas wicked; but it seemed, somehow,
As if the thought would come, in spite of me.
MR. LANGSTON:
Tell your adventures; let your politics
Go till another time.
DICEY.
Your pardon, father.
Well, on I walked, through midnight cold and black;
And, just before the morning streaked the east,
Came to the river's ford. The waters raged,
Swollen by the rains, and all was drear and dark.
What should I do?  I stood there for a while,
Thinking what I should do: behind me, home
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And parents, needing my good watch and care;
Before me was my duty; but, perhaps,
Death in between us. For a while I stood;
Then, with a stern resolve to do my best,
And a short prayer, I stepped into the stream.
The water touched my knees-my waist-my arms;
I felt a shudder as the cold chills struck
Through me; and still the water crept and crept,
Up to my shoulders-to my chin-my mouth;
And still I prayed for guidance, and pressed on.
Which way I went, or up or down the streanm,
Or whether for the shore-I did not know;
I only prayed, and struggled on. And once
The water swept up past my mouth; and then
I strangled, but kept on; when, in a trice,
It grew less deep-less deep-less deep-and then
I came out on the bank, and found the road,
And once more went my way, drenched to the skin,
And cold, and chilled, and clogged with clinging
drops;
But my heart felt so warm, it almost seemed
As if'twould dry me in a little time.
The morning got there just before me. When
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I knocked at brother's door, he did not know
What evil beast so early was abroad,
And near had shot me for an enemy.   But when
I gave my message, and they knew what risk,
What labor, and what pain I had endured
To save their lives, they gave me such a cheer'
MRS. LANGSTON.
Thank Heaven you're safe!  Thank Heaven your
brothers are!
MR. LANGSTON.
And give the girl some credit, too. Now what!
[A knock at the door. Enter the bloody Scouts.
CUNNINGHAM.
Your rebel sons came very near their death,
Old man. A little more, and we had found
Their hiding-place; but they had run away.
The Lord knows how they scented us so soon!
DICEY (aside).
And I know, too. 
Dicey Langstovn.
MR. LANGSTON.
Thank God!
SECOND SCOUT.
Old rebel!
THIRD SCOUT.
Kill him!
[Second Scout points his guin at MR. LANG   STON; DICEY throws herself bewzeen them.
DICEY.
I am the cause of all your trouble, sirs;
I traveled through the midnight, and alarmed
My brothers to their danger. If you kill,
Kill me.  I am the one.  What!  Harm  my father?
Him whose gray head has not a sinful hair?
Shoot, soldiers! shoot! and kill a weak, pale girl
For now I swear no bullet shall go nigh
His body, but it first shall crash through mine!
CUNNINGHAM.
Well, that's well acted.
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DICEY.
And well meant.
CUNNINGHAM.
Oh, well,
If you'll be taking on at such a pitch,
We'll let you go this time, and go ourselves.
No doubt, my little shrew, you'll yet get hung;
For you're the liveliest rebel in the State.
But'twill be sin to hurt so brave a girl!
Forward, march!
[They pass out.
MRS. LANGSTON.
Good, brave daughter! it is you
Have saved your brothers' lives, and now your fa
ther's!
DICEY.
I did no more than what I felt, dear mother.
I've heard that you were glad, when I was born,
A daughter had at last come here to you;
But father thought'twas hard, in such fierce times,
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In these wild woods, that all could not be sons.
I often heard this whispered, when I'came
So old that I could understand it; then
I vowed that I would be as useful to
The father that I loved as any son.
MR. LANGSTON.
And well you've kept your vow. And if, indeed,
It is a sin to be a girl, you yet
Right well have made it up. But did you see
Young Springfield in the settlement? Ah, now
You blush.
DICEY (coloring).
He was not there. What's he to me?
MR. LANGSTON.
More than you'll own, my girl. You have the heart
Of woman, with the courage of a man.
[A,4nother knock at the door. Enter three Men, disguised.
FIRST MAN.
Is this the house of Mister Langston?
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MR. LANGSTON.
Yes.
FIRST MAN.
We are three patriot soldiers, watching sharp
For that bold captain, the red Cunningham.
MR. LANGSTON.
Then follow quick, if you'd be finding him;
Or run quick, if you fear he will find you;
For he is not a half a mile away.
SECOND MAN.
We  fly from him!  Not now!  Our force is large,
And we shall capture him before the morn.
But we were told, sir, by your oldest son,
To call here for a gun that he had left.
MR. LANGSTON.
Dicey, go bring it.
DICEY (appearing with it).
Here it is, sir. Oh!
There is a pass.word must be had for this;
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My brother said I should inot give it up
Without the pass-word.
SECOND MAN.
But, my pretty miss,
Why should we need to give a pass-word now?
We have you all here in our power; the gun
Is ours already.
DICEY (cocking the gltn, and pointing it at him).
Yours already?  Well,
If it is yours, take charge of it!
THIRD MAN.
Hold! hold!
Don't fire, my girl!  I'll give the countersign.
"Death to the tyrant!  Liberty and right!"
DICEY (trembling and blushing, and giving up the gun).
I know that voice!'Tis Thomas  Springfield!
SPRINGFIELD.
Yes;
I have just come from Marion.   He- has heard
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Of your adventures, and has sent this ring,
From his own finger, as an offering
And testimonial to your bravery.
[Aside to DICEY.
And as for me, I have another ring,
Which I would place upon your finger, if
DICEY (aside to hint).
Never, until my country's wars are done,
Will I accept the hand of any one.
Whatever love or loves may plead with me,
My country is my love till she be free.
SPRINGFIELD.
And if I'm faithful-when the war is done,
And by my help our freedom has been won
DICEY (giving him her hand).
Then come to me, and claim my heart's reply.
SPRINGFIELD.
I will remind you of these words.   Good-bye.
[Men march out.
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NO T ES.
I THE name of "the little black-eyed rebel" was Mary Redmond.   She
was the daughter of a patriot who lived in Philadelphia at the time it was
occupied by the British troops. In that city, and at the above-mentioned
time, the incident told in the poem took place. The following account of
the young heroine is taken from "Noble Deeds of American Women:"
"She had many relatives who were Loyalists, and these used to call her
'the little black-eyed rebel,' so ready was she to help women whose hus
bands were fighting for freedom in getting letters from them. The letters
were usually sent from their friends by a boy, who carried them stitched in
the back of his coat. He camne into the city, bringing provisions to mar
ket. One morning, when there was some reason to fear he was suspected,
and his movements were watched by the enemy, Mary undertook to get the
papers from him in safety. She went as usual to the market, and, in a pretended game of romps, threw her shawl over the boy's head, and secured
the prize. She hurried with the papers to her anxious friends, who read
them secretly, after the windows had been carefully closed.
"When the news came that the British general, Burgoyne, had surren
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dered, the cunning little'rebel,' so as not to be heard by her Loyalist
friends, put her head up the chimney, and gave a shout for Gates, the
American general."
2 General Thomas Gage, who is here referred to, was British Govern
or of Massachusetts in the winter of I774-'75, when this incident took
place.   He is said to have been a good-natured, sociable man; but he
did not succeed as a governor, and was removed in I775.
3 On the morning of the attack upon the Sammons family, Thomas, the
youngest, had risen earlier than usual, to feed his horses and go over to
another farm near-by, to work with his brother. Just as he stepped out
of-doors, a hand was laid upon his shoulder, with the words, "You are my
prisoner." So still had the enemy approached, that not the sound of a
footstep was heard until that moment. By this time, the house was sur
rounded by the Tories. One of the officers, with several soldiers, then
entered, and ordered the family to get up and surrender themselves as
prisoners. Jacob and Frederick, who were in the second story, sprung
up on their feet immediately, and seized their arms.   The officer called
to them, and told them they should not be hurt if they would surrender.
Jacob inquired whether there were any Indians among them, adding
that, if there were, they would not be taken alive. On being told there
were none, they came down-stairs and surrendered.   Old Mr. Sammons,
also, was taken. They were ordered to get ready to march immediately,
the British intending to take them to Canada as prisoners; but Thomas
told the sentinel that he could not go so far without his shoes, which he
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had not yet put on, and which he asked permission to get from upstairs.
The soldier refused; Thomas sprung for the  ladder, determined to get
his shoes.   The  soldier made a plunge at his back with his bayonet,
which would have killed the boy if it had not been for his sister, who
sprung forward, and, seizing the gun, threw herself across the barrel,
and, by falling, brought it to the ground.   The  soldier  struggled to
pull away the gun and accomplish his purpose; but an officer stepped
up, and inquired what was the matter. The girl informed him, where
upon he ordered the man to step back, and let the boy get any thing
he wanted for the journey.-Lzfe of Genzeral Baant.
Thomas Sammons escaped that afternoon. \When he became a man, he
was elected a member of Congress for several years. Old Mr. Sammons
was released on the same day he was captured; and the other two sons
afterward escaped, and returned safely home.
4 Paul Revere was the man who rode through the darkness, on the night
of the i8th of April, I775, to rouse the people, and tell them that the Brit
ish were coming for the purpose of destroying the American military stores
at Concord. An account of the incident may be found in Longfellow's
splendid poem, "Paul Revere's Ride."
5 "Sheridan's Ride" is a fine poem, by T. B. Read, relating the inci
d(lent of General Sheridan's riding twenty miles from Winchester, to save
the day in a battle.
6 "The Neutral Ground" was so called in the Revolution, because it
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was held by neither the American nor the British army, but lay between
them. It was in Westchester County, New York. The people of this
section had a hard time during the war; for they were liable at any
moment to be robbed by friends of either of the armies, or by villains
who cared nothing for the results of the conflict, but served all alike.
7 Not long after the birth of George Washington, his father removed to
an estate in Stafford County, opposite Fredericksburg. The house stood
on a rising ground overlooking a meadow which bordered the Rappahan
nock River. This was the home of George's boyhood; the meadow was
his playground and the scene of his early sports.   But this home, like
that in which he was born, has disappeared; the site is only to be
traced by fragments of bricks, china, and earthenware.
George was yet in early childhood. As his intellect dawned, he re
ceived the rudiments of education in the best establishment for the pur
pose that the neighborhood afforded.  It was what was called an "old
field school - house," kept by one of his father's tenants, named Hobby,
who was also sexton of the parish.-IRVING'S Lfe of Wasziizgton.
8 Washington, when at old Master Hobby's school, was so well liked
by his playmates, and they had so much confidence in his judgment and
honesty, that when they fell into any trouble among themselves they very
often called on him to act as judge, and to decide how the affair should
be settled.
9 When Washington was fourteen years of age, he had a great desire to
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enter the British navy.  It was necessary, however, to first get the con
sent of his mother, his father having died when he was eleven years old.
After a great deal of urging, she consented to let him go; and his broth
er obtained for him the position of midshipman on a vessel of war,
which, at that time, was anchored in the Potomac River, just below
Mount Vernon. His baggage was all on board the ship, and he came
to his mother to bid her good-bye; but at the last moment her heart
failed her, and she took back her words of consent, and begged of him
not to go. Rather than grieve her so sadly, he gave up his plan, had
his baggage brought back to the house, and staid at home.   Had he
entered upon a sailor's life, he might never have become the leading
general of the American Revolution.
'~ After the War of the Revolution was over, and the Americans had
gained their independence, the question arose, Who should be the first
President? Washington was elected to the place, and, much against his
wishes, consented to serve. When peace was declared, he had gone back
to his home at Mount Vernon, on the Potomac River, and hoped to spend
the rest of his life there, quietly and easily, as a farmer. But the country
would not consent to that; and, on the i6th of April, I789, he started for
Philadelphia, which was then the capital of the United States, to be inau
gurated as President. His way took him through Trentoni, New Jersey,
where, a number of years before, he had spent a gloomy night, trying to
outwit the British general, Cornwallis, and had succeeded in doing so.
On a bridge, crossing the stream which flows through that city, the ladies
had raised an arch, twined with evergreens and laurels, under which he was
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to pass. Upon it were the words, "The defenders of the mothers will be
the protectors of the daughters." A number of young girls, dressed inll
white, marched before him, and strewed flowers, singing, meanwhile, a song
in his praise. The day was clear; the sun shone brightly; crowds of hap
py people were present; and Washington could not help noticing and feeling the difference between this beautiful day and the gloomy night he had
spent upon the same river with his little army, twelve years before.
J General Edward Braddock was commander of the British and Ameri
cans, when they together were fighting the French, in the "French War,"
which took place a few years before the Revolution. This, of course, was
while our forefathers were still under the power and protection of Ellgland.
On the 9th of July, I755, General Braddock marched, with a force of two
thousand men, British and Americans, against Fort Du Quesne, now Pitts
burgh, Pennsylvania, which was held by the French. On the way there, a
band of French and Indians suddenly sprung out of the forest, and, after a
severe fight, General Braddock's army was beaten, and ran away in disor
der. After having five horses shot under him, the general was wounded,
and died a few days after.
2 "The Plains of A)raham" are near the city of Quebec, on the St.
Lawrence River.   Here, in I769, the British army defeated the French,
and took the city.
13 "Israel," in the short scene, "How Israel was Whipped," refers to
the boy who afterward became General Putnam, one of the bravest and
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Notes.
most faithful commanders in the American army. The following brief
mention of his boyhood is gathered from Sparks's "Life of Putnam:"
He was born at Salem, in Massachusetts, on the 7th day of January,
I718.  His grandfather, with two brothers, came from the South of En     gland. His father was a farmer, and the son was brought up to the same
pursuit, for which not much education was then believed to be needed.
The arts of reading, writing, and a little af arithmetic were all that could
be acquired in the common schools; so that the literary advantages of
young Israel could not have been very great. But his body was firm and
strong, and he was not afraid of any ordinary danger. It was the customn
for young men in those days to practice running, leaping, wrestling, and
pitching the bar; and in these manly sports Putnam  could be beaten
by none of his companions. On his first visit to Boston, he was treated
rudely by one of the city boys, a sort of welcome which country boys
frequently receive when they "go to townrl"   His antagonist was twice
as large as himself; but Israel gave him a sound beating, to the entire
satisfaction of a large number who were looking on.
11 The incident told in the poem, "Little Golden-hair," is supposed to
have taken place when the British marched to destroy the American
military stores at Concord, on the i8th of April, I775. Upon this day
occurred the first battle of the Revolution
'5 The capture of the Afargaretla took place near Machias, Maine, soon
after the battle of Lexington.   Mr. Lossing, in his "Field-book of the
Revolution," says:
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"The honor of this enterprise belongs to Joseph Wheaton, a native
of New York, then residing at Machias.   He was an  energetic young
man of twenty years. He proposed the expedition, but modestly named
Jeremiah O'Brien for commander.   He was active in the whole affair,
and in person seized the colors of the zlfargaretia."
16 "The Pine-tree Flag" was used upon American vessels, before the
introduction of the "Stars and Stripes."  It was white, with a picture
of a pine-tree in the centre, and the words, "In God  we Trust."
17 " The Printer-boy Tramp" was Benjamin Franklin, who afterward be
came one of the greatest philosophers and statesmen of his time, and one
of the most faithful patriots of the Revolution. When a boy, he paid his
first visit to Philadelphia, in search of work, as a printer, which trade he
had learned. His best clothes were in his trunk, which had not yet ar
rived; he had only a single dollar in his pocket; but he was not discour
aged, and set about finding employment as soon as possible.   Feeling
hungry, he stepped into a baker's shop, and bought three large loaves
of bread.   With a loaf under each arm, and one in his hand, he pro
ceeded up the street, eating his breakfast on the way, and never noticing
the queer glances that followed him.
As he passed the house of Mr. Read, the daughter of Mr. R. was
standing at the door, and is supposed to have said the words in the
poem. She afterward became the wife of Franklin.
18 The Hessians were soldiers whom the King of England had bought
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or hired from a German prince, paying him a certain sum of money for
each man. They were brought over the sea to fight the Americans. In
order to get enough of them to fill out the number bargained for, the
German prince sent his soldiers into fields and shops where the men
were working, and into churches where they  were worshiping, seized,
and hurried them off, without giving them time even to say good-bye to
their families. The Hessians were, many of them, more to be pitied
than blamed.
19 Dicey Langston was the daughter of Solomon Langston, of Laurens
District, South Carolina. She possessed a brave spirit, which, living in the
days of the Revolution, she had more than one chance to display.  Situ
ated in the midst of Tories, and being patriotically inquisitive, she often
learned by accident, or discovered by strategy, the plottings so common in
those days against the American patriots. This intelligence she used to
communicate to the friends of freedom on the opposite side of the En
noree River.
Learning one time that a band of the enemy, called the "Bloody
Scouts," were about to fall on the "Elder Settlement," a place where
brothers and other friends of hers were residing, she made up her mind to
warn them of their danger. To do this, she must hazard her own life; but
off she started, alone, in the darkness of the night, traveled several miles
through the woods and over marshes and across creeks, through a country
where foot-logs and bridges were then unknown;  came to the Tyger, a
deep stream, into which she plunged and waded till the water was up to
her neck. She then became bewildered, and zigzagged the channel some
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time; but at length reached the opposite shore, for a helping hand was
beneath, and a kind Providence guided her.   She hastened on, reached
the settlement, and her brothers and the whole community were safe.
She was returning one day from another settlement of patriots, when a
company of Tories met her, and questioned her in regard to the neighbor     hood she had just left; but she refused to give them any information. The
leader of the band then held a pistol to her breast, and threatened to shoot
her, if she did not make the wished - for disclosure.   "Shoot me, if you
dare!  I will not tell you!" she replied.   The  rascal, enraged at her
obstinacy, was in the act of firing; but one of the soldiers threw up the
hand holding the weapon, and the brave heart of the girl was permit
ted to beat on.
The brothers of Dicey were no less patriotic than she; and they having,
by their active services in the cause of liberty, greatly displeased the ene     my, the latter were determined to be revenged. A desperate band accord     ingly went to the house of their father, and, finding the sons absent, they
were about to take their vengeance on the old man, whom they hated on
account of his sons.  With this intent, one of the party drew a pistol; but
just as it was aimed at the breast of her aged and infirm father, Dicey
rushed between the two, and, though the ruffian bid her get out of the
way or take the contents of the weapon in her own breast, she flung her
arms around her father's neck, and declared she would receive the ball
first, if the pistol were fired.  The heart of the "Bloody Scout" was soft    ened, and Mr. Langston lived to see his noble daughter perform other
heroic deeds.
One time, her brother James, in his absence, sent to the house for a gun
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which he had left in her care, with orders to deliver it to no one except
by his direction.   On reaching the house, one of the company made
known the errand, whereupon she brought the gun, and was about to
deliver it. At this moment it occurred to her that she had not demand
ed the pass -word agreed upon between herself and her brother.   With
the gun still in her hand, she looked the company sternly in the face,
and called for the countersign. One of the company, for a joke, told her
that she was too late; that the gun as well as the holder was already
in their possession.   "Do  you think so?" she boldly asked, aiming it
at him.   "Then take charge of it!"  Her appearance indicated that
she was in earnest, and the pass - word was given without delay.   A
hearty laugh on the part of the "Liberty Men" ended the ceremony.
Noble Deeds of American WLaen.
Miss Langston married Thomas Springfield, of Greenville, South
Carolina, where many of her descendants are still living.- LOSSING'S
,ield-book of the Revolution.
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