A HYMN OF THE MANY. Here the remains of Schuyler Colfax lie; Born, all the world knows when, and Heaven knows why. In '71 he filled the public eye, In '72 he bade the world good-bye, In God's good time, with a protesting sigh, He came to life just long enough to die. Of Morgan here lies the unspirited clay, Who secrets of Masonry swore to betray. He joined the great Order and studied with zeal The awful arcana he meant to reveal. At last in chagrin by his own hand he fell— There was nothing to learn, there was nothing to tell. A HYMN OF THE MANY. God's people sorely were oppressed, I heard their lamentations long;— I hear their singing, clear and strong, I see their banners in the West! The captains shout the battle-cry, The legions muster in their might; They turn their faces to the light, They lift their arms, they testify: "We sank beneath the Master's thong, Our chafing chains were ne'er undone;— Now clash your lances in the sun And bless your banners with a song! "God bides his time with patient eyes While tyrants build upon the land;— He lifts his face, he lifts his hand, And from the stones his temples rise. "Now Freedom waves her joyous wing Beyond the foemen's shields of gold. March forward, singing, for, behold, The right shall rule while God is king!" ONE MORNING. Because that I am weak, my love, and ill, I cannot follow the impatient feet Of my desire, but sit and watch the beat Of the unpitying pendulum fulfill The hour appointed for the air to thrill And brighten at your coming. O my sweet, The tale of moments is at last complete— The tryst is broken on the gusty hill! O lady, faithful-footed, loyal-eyed, The long leagues silence me; yet doubt me not; Think rather that the clock and sun have lied And all too early, you have sought the spot. For lo! despair has darkened all the light, And till I see your face it still is night. AN ERROR. Good for he's old? Ah, Youth, you do not dream How sweet the roses in the autumn seem! AT THE "NATIONAL ENCAMPMENT." You 're grayer than one would have thought you: The climate you have over there In the East has apparently brought you Disorders affecting the hair, Which—pardon me—seems a thought spare. You'll not take offence at my giving Expression to notions like these. You might have been stronger if living Out here in our sanative breeze. It's unhealthy here for disease. No, I'm not as plump as a pullet. But that's the old wound, you see. Remember my paunching a bullet?— And how that it didn't agree With—well, honest hardtack for me. Just pass me the wine—I've a helly And horrible kind of drouth! When a fellow has that in his belly Which didn't go in at his mouth He's hotter than all Down South! Great Scott! what a nasty day that was— When every galoot in our crack Division who didn't lie flat was Dissuaded from further attack By the bullet's felicitous whack. 'Twas there that our major slept under Some cannon of ours on the crest, Till they woke him by stilling their thunder, And he cursed them for breaking his rest, And died in the midst of his jest. That night—it was late in November— The dead seemed uncommonly chill To the touch; and one chap I remember Who took it exceedingly ill When I dragged myself over his bill. Well, comrades, I'm off now—good morning. Your talk is as pleasant as pie, But, pardon me, one word of warning: Speak little of self, say I. That's my way. God bless you. Good-bye. THE KING OF BORES. Abundant bores afflict this world, and some Are bores of magnitude that-come and—no, They're always coming, but they never go— Like funeral pageants, as they drone and hum Their lurid nonsense like a muffled drum, Or bagpipe's dread unnecessary flow. But one superb tormentor I can show— Prince Fiddlefaddle, Duc de Feefawfum. He the johndonkey is who, when I pen Amorous verses in an idle mood To nobody, or of her, reads them through And, smirking, says he knows the lady; then Calls me sly dog. I wish he understood This tender sonnet's application too. HISTORY. What wrecked the Roman power? One says vice, Another indolence, another dice. Emascle says polygamy. "Not so," Says Impycu—"'twas luxury and show." The parson, lifting up a brow of brass, Swears superstition gave the coup de grâce , Great Allison, the statesman-chap affirms 'Twas lack of coins (croaks Medico: "'T was worms") And John P. Jones the swift suggestion collars, Averring the no coins were silver dollars. Thus, through the ages, each presuming quack Turns the poor corpse upon its rotten back, Holds a new "autopsy" and finds that death Resulted partly from the want of breath, But chiefly from some visitation sad That points his argument or serves his fad. They're all in error—never human mind The cause of the disaster has divined. What slew the Roman power? Well, provided You'll keep the secret, I will tell you. I did. THE HERMIT. To a hunter from the city, Overtaken by the night, Spake, in tones of tender pity For himself, an aged wight: "I have found the world a fountain Of deceit and Life a sham. I have taken to the mountain And a Holy Hermit am. "Sternly bent on Contemplation, Far apart from human kind—— In the hill my habitation, In the Infinite my mind. "Ten long years I've lived a dumb thing, Growing bald and bent with dole. Vainly seeking for a Something To engage my gloomy soul. "Gentle Pilgrim, while my roots you Eat, and quaff my simple drink, Please suggest whatever suits you As a Theme for me to Think." Then the hunter answered gravely: "From distraction free, and strife, You could ponder very bravely On the Vanity of Life." "O, thou wise and learned Teacher, You have solved the Problem well— You have saved a grateful creature From the agonies of hell. "Take another root, another Cup of water: eat and drink. Now I have a Subject, brother, Tell me What, and How, to think." TO A CRITIC OF TENNYSON. Affronting fool, subdue your transient light; When Wisdom's dull dares Folly to be bright: If Genius stumble in the path to fame, 'Tis decency in dunces to go lame. THE YEARLY LIE. A merry Christmas? Prudent, as I live!— You wish me something that you need not give. Merry or sad, what does it signify? To you 't is equal if I laugh, or die. Your hollow greeting, like a parrot's jest, Finds all its meaning in the ear addressed. Why "merry" Christmas? Faith, I'd rather frown Than grin and caper like a tickled clown. When fools are merry the judicious weep; The wise are happy only when asleep. A present? Pray you give it to disarm A man more powerful to do you harm. 'T was not your motive? Well, I cannot let You pay for favors that you'll never get. Perish the savage custom of the gift, Founded in terror and maintained in thrift! What men of honor need to aid their weal They purchase, or, occasion serving, steal. Go celebrate the day with turkeys, pies, Sermons and psalms, and, for the children, lies. Let Santa Claus descend again the flue; If Baby doubt it, swear that it is true. "A lie well stuck to is as good as truth," And God's too old to legislate for youth. Hail Christmas! On my knees and fowl I fall: For greater grace and better gravy call. Vive l'Humbug! —that's to say, God bless us all! COOPERATION. No more the swindler singly seeks his prey; To hunt in couples is the modern way— A rascal, from the public to purloin, An honest man to hide away the coin. AN APOLOGUE. A traveler observed one day A loaded fruit-tree by the way. And reining in his horse exclaimed: "The man is greatly to be blamed Who, careless of good morals, leaves Temptation in the way of thieves. Now lest some villain pass this way And by this fruit be led astray To bag it, I will kindly pack It snugly in my saddle-sack." He did so; then that Salt o' the Earth Rode on, rejoicing in his worth. DIAGNOSIS. Cried Allen Forman: "Doctor, pray Compose my spirits' strife: O what may be my chances, say, Of living all my life? "For lately I have dreamed of high And hempen dissolution! O doctor, doctor, how can I Amend my constitution?" The learned leech replied: "You're young And beautiful and strong— Permit me to inspect your tongue: H'm, ah, ahem!—'tis long." FALLEN. O, hadst thou died when thou wert great, When at thy feet a nation knelt To sob the gratitude it felt And thank the Saviour of the State, Gods might have envied thee thy fate! Then was the laurel round thy brow, And friend and foe spoke praise of thee, While all our hearts sang victory. Alas! thou art too base to bow To hide the shame that brands it now. DIES IRAE. A recent republication of the late Gen. John A. Dix's disappointing translation of this famous medieval hymn, together with some researches into its history which I happened to be making at the time, induces me to undertake a translation myself. It may seem presumption in me to attempt that which so many eminent scholars of so many generations have attempted before me; but the conspicuous failure of others encourages me to hope that success, being still unachieved, is still achievable. The fault of previous translations, from Lord Macaulay's to that of Gen. Dix, has been, I venture to think, a too strict literalness, whereby the delicate irony and subtle humor of the immortal poem—though doubtless these admirable qualities were well appreciated by the translators—have been utterly sacrificed in the result. In none of the English versions that I have examined is more than a trace of the mocking spirit of insincerity pervading the whole prayer,—the cool effrontery of the suppliant in enumerating his demerits, his serenely illogical demands of salvation in spite, or rather because, of them, his meek submission to the punishment of others, and the many similarly pleasing characteristics of this amusing work, being most imperfectly conveyed. By permitting myself a reasonable freedom of rendering—in many cases boldly supplying that "missing link" between the sublime and the ridiculous which the author, writing for the acute monkish apprehension of the 13th century, did not deem it necessary to insert—I have hoped at least partially to liberate the lurking devil of humor from his fetters, letting him caper, not, certainly, as he does in the Latin, but as he probably would have done had his creator written in English. In preserving the metre and double rhymes of the original, I have acted from the same reverent regard for the music with which, in the liturgy of the Church, the verses have become inseparably wedded that inspired Gen. Dix; seeking rather to surmount the obstacles to success by honest effort, than to avoid them by the adoption of an easier versification which would have deprived my version of all utility in religious service. I must bespeak the reader's charitable consideration in respect of the first stanza, the insuperable difficulties of which seem to have been purposely contrived in order to warn off trespassers at the very boundary of the alluring domain. I have got over the inhibition—somehow—but David and the Sibyl must try to forgive me if they find themselves represented merely by the names of those conspicuous personal qualities to which they probably owed, respectively, their powers of prophecy, as Samson's strength lay in his hair. DIES IRAE. Dies irae! dies ilia! Solvet saeclum in favilla Teste David cum Sibylla. Quantus tremor est futurus, Quando Judex est venturus. Cuncta stricte discussurus. Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulchra regionem, Coget omnes ante thronum. Mors stupebit, et Natura, Quum resurget creatura Judicanti responsura. Liber scriptus proferetur, In quo totum continetur, Unde mundus judicetur. Judex ergo quum sedebit, Quicquid latet apparebit, Nil inultum remanebit. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus, Quem patronem rogaturus, Quum vix justus sit securus? Rex tremendae majestatis, Qui salvandos salvas gratis; Salva me, Fons pietatis Recordare, Jesu pie Quod sum causa tuae viae; Ne me perdas illa die. Quarens me sedisti lassus Redimisti crucem passus, Tantus labor non sit cassus. Juste Judex ultionis, Donum fac remissionis Ante diem rationis. Ingemisco tanquam reus, Culpa rubet vultus meus; Supplicanti parce, Deus. Qui Mariam absolvisti Et latronem exaudisti, Mihi quoque spem dedisti. Preces meae non sunt dignae, Sed tu bonus fac benigne Ne perenni cremer igne. Inter oves locum praesta. Et ab haedis me sequestra, Statuens in parte dextra. Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis, Voca me cum benedictis. Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum quasi cinis; Gere curam mei finis. Lacrymosa dies illa Qua resurgent et favilla, Judicandus homo reus Huic ergo parce, Deus! THE DAY OF WRATH. Day of Satan's painful duty! Earth shall vanish, hot and sooty; So says Virtue, so says Beauty. Ah! what terror shall be shaping When the Judge the truth's undraping! Cats from every bag escaping! Now the trumpet's invocation Calls the dead to condemnation; All receive an invitation. Death and Nature now are quaking, And the late lamented, waking, In their breezy shrouds are shaking. Lo! the Ledger's leaves are stirring, And the Clerk, to them referring, Makes it awkward for the erring. When the Judge appears in session, We shall all attend confession, Loudly preaching non-suppression. How shall I then make romances Mitigating circumstances? Even the just must take their chances. King whose majesty amazes. Save thou him who sings thy praises; Fountain, quench my private blazes. Pray remember, sacred Savior, Mine the playful hand that gave your Death-blow. Pardon such behavior. Seeking me fatigue assailed thee, Calvary's outlook naught availed thee: Now 't were cruel if I failed thee. Righteous judge and learned brother, Pray thy prejudices smother Ere we meet to try each other. Sighs of guilt my conscience gushes, And my face vermilion flushes; Spare me for my pretty blushes. Thief and harlot, when repenting, Thou forgav'st—be complimenting Me with sign of like relenting. If too bold is my petition I'll receive with due submission My dismissal—from perdition. When thy sheep thou hast selected From the goats, may I, respected, Stand amongst them undetected. When offenders are indicted, And with trial-flames ignited, Elsewhere I'll attend if cited. Ashen-hearted, prone, and prayerful, When of death I see the air full, Lest I perish, too, be careful. On that day of lamentation, When, to enjoy the conflagration. Men come forth, O, be not cruel. Spare me, Lord—make them thy fuel. ONE MOOD'S EXPRESSION. See, Lord, fanatics all arrayed For revolution! To foil their villainous crusade Unsheathe again the sacred blade Of persecution. What though through long disuse 't is grown A trifle rusty? 'Gainst modern heresy, whose bone Is rotten, and the flesh fly-blown, It still is trusty. Of sterner stuff thine ancient foes, Unapprehensive, Sprang forth to meet thy biting blows; Our zealots chiefly to the nose Assume the offensive. Then wield the blade their necks to hack, Nor ever spare one. Thy crowns of martyrdom unpack, But see that every martyr lack The head to wear one. SOMETHING IN THE PAPERS. "What's in the paper?" Oh, it's dev'lish dull: There's nothing happening at all—a lull After the war-storm. Mr. Someone's wife Killed by her lover with, I think, a knife. A fire on Blank Street and some babies—one, Two, three or four, I don't remember, done To quite a delicate and lovely brown. A husband shot by woman of the town— The same old story. Shipwreck somewhere south. The crew, all saved—or lost. Uncommon drouth Makes hundreds homeless up the River Mud— Though, come to think, I guess it was a flood. 'T is feared some bank will burst—or else it won't They always burst, I fancy—or they don't; Who cares a cent?—the banker pays his coin And takes his chances: bullet in the groin— But that's another item—suicide— Fool lost his money (serve him right) and died. Heigh-ho! there's noth—Jerusalem! what's this: Tom Jones has failed! My God, what an abyss Of ruin!—owes me seven hundred clear! Was ever such a damned disastrous year! IN THE BINNACLE. [The Church possesses the unerring compass whose needle points directly and persistently to the star of the eternal law of God.— Religious Weekly. ] The Church's compass, if you please, Has two or three (or more) degrees Of variation; And many a soul has gone to grief On this or that or t'other reef Through faith unreckoning or brief Miscalculation. Misguidance is of perils chief To navigation. The obsequious thing makes, too, you'll mark, Obeisance through a little arc Of declination; For Satan, fearing witches, drew From Death's pale horse, one day, a shoe, And nailed it to his door to undo Their machination. Since then the needle dips to woo His habitation. HUMILITY. Great poets fire the world with fagots big That make a crackling racket, But I'm content with but a whispering twig To warm some single jacket. ONE PRESIDENT. "What are those, father?" "Statesmen, my child— Lacrymose, unparliamentary, wild." "What are they that way for, father?" "Last fall, 'Our candidate's better,' they said, 'than all!'" "What did they say he was, father?" "A man Built on a straight incorruptible plan— Believing that none for an office would do Unless he were honest and capable too." "Poor gentlemen— so disappointed!" "Yes, lad, That is the feeling that's driving them mad; They're weeping and wailing and gnashing because They find that he's all that they said that he was." THE BRIDE. "You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house— Divorced old barren Reason from my bed And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse." So sang the Lord of Poets. In a gleam Of light that made her like an angel seem, The Daughter of the Vine said: "I myself Am Reason, and the Other was a Dream." STRAINED RELATIONS. Says England to Germany: "Africa's ours." Says Germany: "Ours, I opine." Says Africa: "Tell me, delectable Pow'rs, What is it that ought to be mine?" THE MAN BORN BLIND. A man born blind received his sight By a painful operation; And these are things he saw in the light Of an infant observation. He saw a merchant, good and wise. And greatly, too, respected, Who looked, to those imperfect eyes, Like a swindler undetected. He saw a patriot address A noisy public meeting. And said: "Why, that's a calf. I guess. That for the teat is bleating." A doctor stood beside a bed And shook his summit sadly. "O see that foul assassin!" said The man who saw so badly. He saw a lawyer pleading for A thief whom they'd been jailing, And said: "That's an accomplice, or My sight again is failing." Upon the Bench a Justice sat, With nothing to restrain him; "'Tis strange," said the observer, "that They ventured to unchain him." With theologic works supplied, He saw a solemn preacher; "A burglar with his kit," he cried, "To rob a fellow creature." A bluff old farmer next he saw Sell produce in a village, And said: "What, what! is there no law To punish men for pillage?" A dame, tall, fair and stately, passed, Who many charms united; He thanked his stars his lot was cast Where sepulchers were whited. He saw a soldier stiff and stern, "Full of strange oaths" and toddy; But was unable to discern A wound upon his body. Ten square leagues of rolling ground To one great man belonging, Looked like one little grassy mound With worms beneath it thronging. A palace's well-carven stones, Where Dives dwelt contented, Seemed built throughout of human bones With human blood cemented. He watched the yellow shining thread A silk-worm was a-spinning; "That creature's coining gold." he said, "To pay some girl for sinning." His eyes were so untrained and dim All politics, religions, Arts, sciences, appeared to him But modes of plucking pigeons. And so he drew his final breath, And thought he saw with sorrow Some persons weeping for his death Who'd be all smiles to-morrow. A NIGHTMARE. I dreamed that I was dead. The years went by: The world forgot that such a man as I Had ever lived and written: other names Were hailed with homage, in their turn to die. Out of my grave a giant beech upgrew. Its roots transpierced my body, through and through, My substance fed its growth. From many lands Men came in troops that giant tree to view. 'T was sacred to my memory and fame— My monument. But Allen Forman came, Filled with the fervor of a new untruth, And carved upon the trunk his odious name! A WET SEASON. Horas non numero nisi serenas. The rain is fierce, it flogs the earth, And man's in danger. O that my mother at my birth Had borne a stranger! The flooded ground is all around. The depth uncommon. How blest I'd be if only she Had borne a salmon. If still denied the solar glow 'T were bliss ecstatic To be amphibious—but O, To be aquatic! We're worms, men say, o' the dust, and they That faith are firm of. O, then, be just: show me some dust To be a worm of. The pines are chanting overhead A psalm uncheering. It's O, to have been for ages dead And hard of hearing! Restore, ye Pow'rs, the last bright hours The dial reckoned; 'Twas in the time of Egypt's prime— Rameses II. THE CONFEDERATE FLAGS. Tut-tut! give back the flags—how can you care You veterans and heroes? Why should you at a kind intention swear Like twenty Neroes? Suppose the act was not so overwise— Suppose it was illegal— Is 't well on such a question to arise And pinch the Eagle? Nay, let's economize his breath to scold And terrify the alien Who tackles him, as Hercules of old The bird Stymphalian. Among the rebels when we made a breach Was it to get their banners? That was but incidental—'t was to teach Them better manners. They know the lesson well enough to-day; Now, let us try to show them That we 're not only stronger far than they. (How we did mow them!) But more magnanimous. You see, my lads, 'T was an uncommon riot; The warlike tribes of Europe fight for "fads," We fought for quiet. If we were victors, then we all must live With the same flag above us; 'Twas all in vain unless we now forgive And make them love us. Let kings keep trophies to display above Their doors like any savage; The freeman's trophy is the foeman's love, Despite war's ravage. "Make treason odious?" My friends, you'll find You can't, in right and reason, While "Washington" and "treason" are combined— "Hugo" and "treason." All human governments must take the chance And hazard of sedition. O, wretch! to pledge your manhood in advance To blind submission. It may be wrong, it may be right, to rise In warlike insurrection: The loyalty that fools so dearly prize May mean subjection. Be loyal to your country, yes—but how If tyrants hold dominion? The South believed they did; can't you allow For that opinion? He who will never rise though rulers plods His liberties despising How is he manlier than the sans culottes Who's always rising? Give back the foolish flags whose bearers fell Too valiant to forsake them. Is it presumptuous, this counsel? Well, I helped to take them. HAEC FABULA DOCET. A rat who'd gorged a box of bane And suffered an internal pain, Came from his hole to die (the label Required it if the rat were able) And found outside his habitat A limpid stream. Of bane and rat 'T was all unconscious; in the sun It ran and prattled just for fun. Keen to allay his inward throes, The beast immersed his filthy nose And drank—then, bloated by the stream, And filled with superheated steam, Exploded with a rascal smell, Remarking, as his fragments fell Astonished in the brook: "I'm thinking This water's damned unwholesome drinking!" EXONERATION. When men at candidacy don't connive, From that suspicion if their friends would free 'em, The teeth and nails with which they did not strive Should be exhibited in a museum. AZRAEL. The moon in the field of the keel-plowed main Was watching the growing tide: A luminous peasant was driving his wain, And he offered my soul a ride. But I nourished a sorrow uncommonly tall, And I fixed him fast with mine eye. "O, peasant," I sang with a dying fall, "Go leave me to sing and die." The water was weltering round my feet, As prone on the beach they lay. I chanted my death-song loud and sweet; "Kioodle, ioodle, iay!" Then I heard the swish of erecting ears Which caught that enchanted strain. The ocean was swollen with storms of tears That fell from the shining swain. "O, poet," leapt he to the soaken sand, "That ravishing song would make The devil a saint." He held out his hand And solemnly added: "Shake." We shook. "I crave a victim, you see," He said—"you came hither to die." The Angel of Death, 't was he! 't was he! And the victim he crove was I! 'T was I, Fred Emerson Brooks, the bard; And he knocked me on the head. O Lord! I thought it exceedingly hard, For I didn't want to be dead. "You'll sing no worser for that," said he, And he drove with my soul away, O, death-song singers, be warned by me, Kioodle, ioodle, iay! AGAIN. Well, I've met her again—at the Mission. She'd told me to see her no more; It was not a command—a petition; I'd granted it once before. Yes, granted it, hoping she'd write me. Repenting her virtuous freak— Subdued myself daily and nightly For the better part of a week. And then ('twas my duty to spare her The shame of recalling me) I Just sought her again to prepare her For an everlasting good-bye. O, that evening of bliss—shall I ever Forget it?—with Shakespeare and Poe! She said, when 'twas ended: "You're never To see me again. And now go." As we parted with kisses 'twas human And natural for me to smile As I thought, "She's in love, and a woman: She'll send for me after a while." But she didn't; and so—well, the Mission Is fine, picturesque and gray; It's an excellent place for contrition— And sometimes she passes that way. That's how it occurred that I met her, And that's ah there is to tell— Except that I'd like to forget her Calm way of remarking: "I'm well." It was hardly worth while, all this keying My soul to such tensions and stirs To learn that her food was agreeing With that little stomach of hers. HOMO PODUNKENSIS. As the poor ass that from his paddock strays Might sound abroad his field-companions' praise, Recounting volubly their well-bred leer, Their port impressive and their wealth of ear, Mistaking for the world's assent the clang Of echoes mocking his accurst harangue; So the dull clown, untraveled though at large, Visits the city on the ocean's marge, Expands his eyes and marvels to remark Each coastwise schooner and each alien bark; Prates of "all nations," wonders as he stares That native merchants sell imported wares, Nor comprehends how in his very view A foreign vessel has a foreign crew; Yet, faithful to the hamlet of his birth, Swears it superior to aught on earth, Sighs for the temples locally renowned— The village school-house and the village pound— And chalks upon the palaces of Rome The peasant sentiments of "Home, Sweet Home!" A SOCIAL CALL. Well, well, old Father Christmas, is it you, With your thick neck and thin pretense of virtue? Less redness in the nose—nay, even some blue Would not, I think, particularly hurt you. When seen close to, not mounted in your car, You look the drunkard and the pig you are. No matter, sit you down, for I am not In a gray study, as you sometimes find me. Merry? O, no, nor wish to be, God wot, But there's another year of pain behind me. That's something to be thankful for: the more There are behind, the fewer are before. I know you, Father Christmas, for a scamp, But Heaven endowed me at my soul's creation With an affinity to every tramp That walks the world and steals its admiration. For admiration is like linen left Upon the line—got easiest by theft. Good God! old man, just think of it! I've stood, With brains and honesty, some five-and-twenty Long years as champion of all that's good, And taken on the mazzard thwacks a-plenty. Yet now whose praises do the people bawl? Those of the fellows whom I live to maul! 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