{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3587", "width": "2334", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS^\\ni nap..,,..,_ Copyright No.\\nShelf \u00e2\u0080\u00a2_4-?^^\\nUNITED STATES OF AM^f^", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "ORIGINAL POEMS\\nAND\\nSPICY LECTURES\\nBY\\nYours Truly.\\nr\\nd ^k. y^--\\nDD TPT? I Paper Binding-.\\ni JaILIj 50 cts. for English Cloth Binding.\\nNote. If you have not already paid for this book, or wish to\\nhave another copy, please enclose stamps to A. W. Payne, Shadwell\\nP. O., Albemarle Co., Va.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED,\\nLibrary of Congrfl\u00c2\u00ab%\\nOffice of tha\\nDEC 1 9 1 99\\nRegister of Copyright^\\nCOPYRIGHT.\\nA. W. PAYNE.\\n1899.\\nSECOND COPY,", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPage.\\nDedication, 5\\nPreface No. i, -^------7\\nA Badly Mixed Dream of the Keswick Hunt Club, 10\\nTo the Keswick Hunting Club, 22\\nPreface No. 2, 24\\nThe Dead Eagle, 26\\nPreface No. 3, 28\\nA Parody on Poe s Raven, 30\\nThe Destiny of Man, 40\\nTo Emma, 70\\nMary Without a Lamb, 72\\nThe Undertaker, 74\\nPoor Bleeding Spain, 76\\nWhy I Didn t Patent the Sausage-Grinder, 78\\nGerman at the Club-House, 81\\nOur Republican Government, 85\\nA Pilgrimage to Winnie s Tomb, 100", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "DEDICATION.\\nReader! this book is dedicated to yon. If\\nit raises a smile, drives care from your heart\\neven for an hour, and makes yon better na-\\ntnred,\\nI AM CONTENT.\\nIf yon can write a worse book, don t yon\\ndo it; if yon can write a better one, do it\\nquickly for the edification of\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PREFACE No. i.\\nLadies and Gentlemen:\\nWhen I tell you that I am suffering with\\nPayne from head to foot, you will then be\\nable to make some allowance for my short-\\ncomings, and not expect from me anything of\\nmuch importance. You all know that I am\\nunaccustomed to appear before an audience\\nand more especially one like this, which is\\ncomposed of the elite and talent of the entire\\nState.\\nI shall Long remember your kindness, for\\nasking one of the Hewers of wood, and\\ndrawers of water to contribute to your pres-\\nent stock of amusement for which I expect\\nno Money; neither do I ask for fame or glory,\\nfor as my old friend, John Falstaff, said on\\nmore than one occasion, it will neither set a\\nleg, or mend an arm, and I ll have none of it.\\n[7]", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "8\\nYou may as well tell me that Black is white,\\nor that you can Reed my thoughts in the\\nSands, or that Foxs do not live with Calves,\\nor that R-u-f-f-i-n does not spell Randolph and\\nthat George Macon did not hug that girl\\nwhilst dancing the German, as to tell me that\\nJonah did not swallow the whale.\\nI know you all to be honorable men and\\nwomen, and I trust that you may remeini3er\\nthat dishonor would be a seal upon the tomb of\\nHope, by which, like some lost, sorrowing\\nangel, sad memory would dwell evermore.\\nSome of you have money to spare, some have\\nbeautiful faces, and some have pretty feathers\\nin their hats, and the sweet perfume which\\noften floats upon the breeze, causes me to\\nthink that the Fox is chasing a Musk-Rat\\nthrough a field of new-mown hay.\\nOthers here have much wisdom, and may\\nprobably think that they are the main wheel\\nin the machinery that revolves the universe,\\nbut when the clock of time shall run down and", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "the angels shall cry, Holy, Holy, be the name\\nof him who slew the lamb, and the silver cord\\nis loosened, and the golden bowl is broken,\\nthen it will come to pass that the Shepherd s\\ncrook will lay beside the sceptre, and you will\\nbe required to give an account of the talents\\nplaced in your hands for a purpose.\\nFor myself, I would say, that I am not very\\nanxious to cross that stream, as I do not swim,\\nand they say it has a Shackel-ford.\\nWith your permission, I shall now proceed\\nto unfold my dream of the Hunt Club, and\\nsince I am suffering with a Payne all over,\\nin spots about the size of a blanket, I hope\\nthat that pin will not fall without being plainly\\nheard.\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "A BADLY MIXED DREAM OF THE\\nKESWICK HUNT CLUB.\\nI had a dream, which was not all a dream;\\nMethought that I was tossed upon\\nThe raging billows of the deep,\\nWith only a broken spar, and\\nAn old shoe twixt me and eternity.\\nAnd that a mermaid clasped\\nIts arms around my neck\\nAnd carried me to the bottom of the sea.\\nOh what Payne it was to drown.\\nI saw dismantled ships, horse fiddles,\\nCrutches for lame ducks, and\\nCross-eyed spectacles, and\\nBroken promises, and the\\nWild poet s lost reputation.\\nAnd the bones of men and w^omen\\nLav scattered on the bottom of the deep;\\n[lo]", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "II\\nAnd in their gaping skulls,\\nWhere once their eyes did dwell,\\nWas now a mass of living things.\\nA change came o er the spirit of my dream\\nThe bands played and the bugle called.\\nAnd I found myself at an animal show.\\nI saw the great giaskutus, which\\nWas discovered in the unexplored\\nRegions of Africa a thousand\\nMiles beneath the surface of the earth.\\nHe had a thousand and one\\nStripes upon his back.\\nNeither one of vvhich was\\nRunning in the same direction.\\nA box of monkeys and the\\nCunning Fox were there;\\nAnd I Early found that\\nThere was Money in the enterprise.\\nP^or there was Purvis, with a whole\\nDrove of Calves, and also a\\nT-arge herd of My Dear, with\\nSeveral of a larger species that had", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12\\nStrayed from a lodge of Elks.\\nMary and the lamb were there,\\nAnd almost every fellow\\nCarried a live duck upon his arm.\\nAnd judging from the feathers\\nScattered around, there must have\\nBeen an aviary of uncommon birds.\\nThe innocent Musk-Rat had been\\nSlaughtered for his perfume;\\nSo I did not see the cussed thinof.\\nBut smelled him, all the same.\\nThey had the smartest clown of the present\\nday,\\nWho said, Ladies and gentlemen, walk this\\nway,\\nAnd I ll convince you that I am right,\\nWhen I frankly tell you that Black is white.\\nAnother change came o er my dream;\\nI had crossed the treacherous Sands\\nOf the desert in search of the\\nLake of Como, and when I\\nStood upon its banks,", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "13\\nI could hear music from sweet lutes,\\nAnd every breeze was laden\\nWith perfume of the orange grove,\\nAnd murmurs of low fountains.\\nAs they gushed forth from\\nAmidst a forest of cape jessamines,\\nAnd blooming roses.\\nHankie blew his horn,\\nAnd said, follow me, if I\\nWould invest my Money in the\\nDance it was not the minuet or\\nHighland fling, and when I\\nWas informed that it was the\\nDutchman I at once concluded\\nThat I would take a back seat,\\nThinking that no one would find my retreat;\\nAnd instead of hugging a girl, whilst whirling\\naround.\\nWould prefer doing that, while sitting down.\\nI will bet you Money or any thing,\\nThat if at the door bell you ring;\\nThen with your girl sit on the rug,", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "H\\nAnd with your arms around her hug and hug,\\nThat the old man will give your ear a box,\\nAnd chase you around, just like a fox.\\nI know one girl, whom a Button claims.\\nWould set the house-top all in flames,\\nAnd then would calmly draw her gun.\\nAnd with flow of soul join in the fun.\\nThe boy who could not catch that Fox, I hear,\\nHas captured him a lovely dear;\\nBut what will the little creature say,\\nWhen you hug the girls both night and day?\\nBehind the curtains a storm will rise,\\nMuch worse than any from the skies;\\nThen if you do not lose your hair,\\nA lucky dog, I ll think you are.\\nYou had better stop this thing, and I ll tell\\nyou why.\\nThe time may come, in the sweet bye and bye.\\nWhen your darling may retaliate,\\nAnd then to compromise twill be too late.\\nAnd no balm in Gilead will be found\\nTo mend the breach or cure the wound.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "IS\\nTo honest Joe, I ll give a Long farewell,\\nHope all your plans may turn out well;\\nBut in crossing- that stream, adown the road,\\nRememher, it has a Shackel-ford.\\nAnd don t let that spry Fox catch your goose,\\nFor she might never let him loose,\\nAnd then with fowl and Money gone,\\nYou ll wish that you had not been born.\\nMy dream is o er, and if too much is said.\\nWith a Zephyr strike me on the head;\\nFor sink or swim, rise or fall,\\nFll meet you at the Dutchman s ball.\\nAnd if you can Reed, as well as Right,\\nAnd hwK that all the Blacks are white;\\nFll journey towards another town.\\nAnd hug my girl, whilst sitting down.\\nFor Fd rather be a spotted toad,\\nOr drink my coffee from a gourd;\\nThen, on the vapors of the dungeon live.\\nThan to always take and never give\\nA gentle squeeze.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "i6\\nBut another and the last change came o er\\nthe spirit of my dream.\\nThe bright sun was extinguished, and the\\nstars\\nDid wander darkhng in the eternal space,\\nRayless, and pathless, and the icy earth\\nSwung blind and blackening in the moonless\\nair;\\nMorn came, and went, and came, and brought\\nno day;\\nAnd men forgot their passions, in the dread\\nOf this, their desolation; and all, hearts\\nWere chilled into a selfish prayer for light.\\nAnd they did live by watch fires and the\\nthrones,\\nThe palaces of crowned kings the huts,\\nThe habitations of all things which dwell.\\nWere burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,\\nAnd men were gathered round their blazing\\nhomes\\nTo look once more into each other s faces;\\nHappy were those who dwelt within the eye", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "17\\nOf the volcanoes, and their mountain torch;\\nA fearful hope was all the world contained;\\nForests were set on fire, but hour by hour\\nThey fell and faded, and the crackling trunks\\nExtinguished with a crash and all was black.\\nThe brows of men, by the despairing light.\\nWore an unearthly aspect, as by fits\\nThe flashes fell upon them; some lay down\\nAnd hid their eyes and wept, and some did\\nrest\\nTheir chins upon their clinched hands and\\nsmiled.\\nAnd others hurried to and fro and fed\\nThe funeral piles with fuel, and looked up\\nWith mad disquietude on the dull sky\\nThe pall of a past world; and then again\\nWith curses cast them down upon the dust,\\nAnd gnashed their teeth and howled. The wild\\nbirds shrieked.\\nAnd, terrified, did flutter on the ground,\\nAnd flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes\\nCame tame and tremulous, and vipers crawled", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "And twined themselves among the midtitude,\\nHissing, but stingless they were slain for\\nfood;\\nAnd War, which for a moment was no more,\\nDid glut himself again a meal was bought\\nWith blood, and each sate sullenly apart\\nGorging himself in gloom. No love was left,\\nAll earth was but one thought, and that was\\ndeath,\\nImmediate and inglorious, and the pang\\nOf famine fed upon all entrails men\\nDied and their bones were tombless as their\\nflesh;\\nThe meagre by the meagre were devoured.\\nEven dogs assailed their masters, all save one,\\nAnd he was faithful to the corpse, and kept\\nThe birds and beasts and famished men at bay.\\nTill hunger clung them, or the dropping dead\\nLured their lank jaws; himself sought out no\\nfood.\\nBut with a piteous and perpetual moan.\\nAnd quick, desolate cry, licking the hand", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "19\\nWhich answered not with a caress he died.\\nThe crowd was famished by degrees, but two\\nOf an enormous city did survive,\\nAnd they were enemies; they met beside\\nThe dying embers of an altar-place\\nWhere had been heaped a mass of holy things\\nFor an unholy usage; they raked up.\\nAnd, shivering, scraped with their cold, skele-\\nton hands\\nThe feeble ashes, and their feeble breath\\nBlew for a little life and made a flame\\nWhich was a mockery; then they lifted up\\nTheir eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld\\nEach other s aspects saw, and shrieked, and\\ndied\\nUnknowing whom he was upon whose brow\\nFamine had written Fiend. The world was\\nvoid,\\nThe populous and the powerful was a lump,\\nSeasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless,\\nA lump of death, a chaos of hard clay.\\nThe rivers, lakes, and ocean stood still.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20\\nAnd nothing stirred within their silent depths;\\nShips, sailorless, lay rotting on the sea,\\nAnd their masts fell down piecemeal; as they\\ndropped\\nThey slept on the abyss without a surge\\nThe waves were dead; the tides were in their\\ngrave.\\nThe moon, their mistress, had expired before;\\nThe winds were withered in the stagnant air,\\nAnd the clouds perished; Darkness had no\\nneed\\nOf aid from them she was the universe.\\nI found these flowers on the rug,\\nWhich I intend to hug and hug;\\nAnd if, at the ball, I m on a lark,\\nI ll squeeze you all till the Foxes bark.\\nAnd then, if all the lights go out.\\nYou ll think a Mtisk-Raf is about;\\nOr Maggie with her new-mown hay,\\nIs either here or on the way.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "21\\nShe ll make you think that Black is white,\\nBefore the sun will show his light.\\nThen slyly laughing in her sleeve,\\nWill kindly tell you all to leave.\\nBut hearts that love like mine, forget not,\\nWill be the same in weal or woe;\\nAnd the star of Memory will set not,\\nWhether she tells me to stay or go.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "TO THE KESWICK HUNTING CLUB.\\nMUZZLE YOUR HOUNDS AND GO SLOW.\\nOh! give me some sequestered spot,\\nWhere men with clubs, will find me not.\\nBut let me at my dear Retreat,\\nGo swallow down corn bread and meat.\\nYour building ought to be a Church,\\nThat Wharton, with a good long birch\\nMight whip the Heathen of our land\\nInto the ranks of Gideon s band.\\nOh give me some sequestered spot.\\nWhere Ruffin s hounds will chase me not;\\nTis said the darn things sometimes bite,\\nUnless you go up on a kite.\\nFoxes, they say, are tricky things,\\nAnd sometimes carry turkey wings;\\nGeorge ran one up and down the hill,\\nBut never yet could foot the bill.\\n[22]", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "23\\nOh give me some sequestered spot,\\nWhere tipsy men will find me not;\\nBut let their presence be a dream,\\nOf handing around the cake and cream.\\nWheelbarrow races may be fun,\\nAnd other foolish things are done;\\nBut after a storm there 11 be a calm.\\nTo greet dear Mary and the lamb.\\nOh! give me some sequestered spot.\\nWhere good, ripe apples do not rot;\\nYou should not leave your darling wife\\nAnd risk the losing of your life.\\nWhen I am Poet Laureate\\nI ll write you up, from day to date,\\nWhen Thurman all the races beat.\\nReport to me at my Retreat.\\nYours Truly.\\nKeswick, Va., July, i.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "PREFACE No. 2.\\nThere are, no doubt, some present who do\\nnot take any stock in Hunting Ckibs, and\\nwould rather hear of something else. And\\nif thev have ever been fanned by the wino;s of\\nthe American Eagle, they would like to know\\nwhat will be done with the carcass of the noble\\nbird that lost his life by putting his foot into\\na trap which Agasta set for him in the Philip-\\npine Islands.\\nMr. Monroe told the bird that he must stay\\nupon the American Continent, be satisfied\\nwith doing well, and let better alone.\\nBut Mr. Alger induced him to believe that\\nhe would be safe with General Miles and the\\nwhole of the American army, but you all now^\\nsee what a great mistake was made. Mr.\\nMcKinley now proposes to give us in his stead\\na Fluvanna crow% if Mark Hanna has enough\\n[24]", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "25\\nleft of the twelve millions to buy one. But\\nup there, they are all such spendthrifts that\\nI cannot say how the affair will wind up.\\nMr. Cleveland left with them a hundred mil-\\nlions, and I loaned them my fifty millions,\\nand now it is all gone, and they are crying\\nfor more money, but I am hugely of the\\nopinion that old Mc. will have to do as Abe\\nLincoln did maul rails for his living, unless\\nhe can make money enough by swapping\\nknives with the niggers.\\nI imagine now, that I can see him watching\\nand waiting for his nigger, whilst he is sitting\\non a curb-stone, smiling at a ten cent piece.\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "THE DEAD EAGLE.\\nTis surely done I saw it in my dreams,\\nNo more with hope or wealth the future\\nbeams;\\nOur Uncle Sam has lost his ancient pride\\nFor greed of gain the American Eagle died,\\nAnd with him sleeps memorial days of yoje,\\nLike the lost pleiads, gone forevermore.\\nMost noble bird, how camest thou to die?\\nDid lapsing years cause thee in dust to lie?\\nOr, did some whirlwind on thy path descend,\\nO er rugged cliffs, and cause thy life to end?\\nAnd is thy course, thy curbless freedom o er,\\nAnd art thou lost, and dead, forevermore?\\nBird of the sun, to thee was given\\nTo guard the noblest born of heaven,\\nTo hover in the sulphur smoke.\\nAnd ward away the battle stroke,\\nAnd freedom save mid cannon s roar;\\nBut now, alas! thou art no more!\\n[26]", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "27\\nYou should have told this for a fact\\nThat you lay bleeding for old Mc,\\nWho trampled you, that he might ride,\\nIn triumph, o er the troubled tide;\\nWhilst Hanna buys for us a crow,\\nThat will caw for evermore.\\nIt was decreed by our Monroe\\nThat to foreign climes you should not go;\\nBut Alger said with many smiles,\\nThat you would be safe with General Miles,\\nBut in this he blundered, as before.\\nAnd disgraced himself forcvcrmove.\\nLike the green bay-tree, he reared his head,\\nDefied the living, trampled the dead;\\nBut when the people came to know\\nWho was their friend, and who their foe.\\nThey took him down, with head so sore,\\nTwill ache forevermore.\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "PREFACE No. 3.\\nI am come to tell you of my disappointment\\nin not being allowed the privilege of pulling\\nthe rag from the face of the immortal poet\\nEdgar Allen Poe But\\nIt was ever thus; from childhood s hour,\\nEve seen my fondest hopes decay;\\nI never loved a tree or flower,\\nBut what twas first to fade away.\\nI never nursed a dear gazelle,\\nTo glad me with its soft black eye;\\nBut when it came to know me well.\\nAnd lotw mc, it was sure to die.\\nTo make myself ready for this interesting\\nevent, I had become a midnight student o er\\nthe dreams of Sages, and had manufactured a\\nspeech that would have reminded you of a\\nhornet s nest, or some other masterpiece of\\n[28]", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "29\\nmechanism. In fact, we had planned to hang\\nour hat high upon the niche of fame, and in-\\ntended to add another sprig of evergreen to\\nthe wreath which was placed around the urn,\\nbeneath which the nation mourns. But my\\neloquence has been lost to the present genera-\\ntion, and will only be remembered as a thing\\nthat might have been.\\nBut I am going to get even with those\\nFrench gentlemen, by writing a Parody on\\nMr. Poe s Raven, that will knock all the spots\\nout of the original, and cause the patrons of\\nhome talent to pull tzvo rags from the face\\nof my bust, when it is unveiled.\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "A PARODY ON POE S RAVEN!!\\nBY YOURS TRULY.\\nOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I had\\nbeen drinking Port and Sherry,\\nAnd mixing that with all the different brands\\nthat were in the store\\nWhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly\\nthere came a tapping,\\nAs of some one gently rapping, rapping at my\\nchamber door.\\nTis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at\\nmy chamber door\\nOnly this and nothing more.\\nAh, distinctly, I remember it was the wild poet\\non a bender,\\nWho said, Neighbor, I am dying and would\\nbe laid upon the floor.\\nEagerly I bottled up his sorrows, and told him\\nto call again to-morrow,\\n[30]", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "31\\nOr I would shoot him with an arrow if he kept\\nfooling after my Lenore\\nWith the rare and radiant maiden whom the\\nangels name Lenore\\nNameless here forevermore.\\nAnd the unpaid bills for rustling skirts and\\nour new curtain\\nThrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors\\nnever felt before;\\nSo that now, to still the beating of my heart,\\nI stood repeating,\\nTis some of^cer entreating entrance at my\\nchamber door\\nSome constable entreating entrance at my\\nchamber door\\nThis it is and nothing more.\\nPresently with drinks mixed stronger, hesi-\\ntating then no longer,\\nSir, said I, or Madam, truly your for-\\ngiveness I implore;", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32\\nBut the fact is I was napping, and so gently\\nyou came rapping,\\nAnd so faintly you came tapping, tapping at\\nmy chamber door,\\nThat I scarce was sure I heard you. here\\nI opened wide the door\\nDarkness there and nothing more.\\nDeep into the darkness peering, without a\\ndrink, I was wandering, fearing.\\nDoubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever\\ndared to dream before;\\nWhen at last the silence was broken, and\\nPhilpots sent to me a token,\\nSaying, Will you take your oysters on the\\nshell for your Lenore\\nThis to me Philpots whispered, and I mur-\\nmured let her go\\nMerely this and nothing more.\\nBack into the chamber turning, all my soul\\nwithin me burning,\\nSoon again I heard a tapping, something\\nlouder than before.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "33\\nLet me see, it was Armstrong with drinks who\\ndid implore\\nMore oysters on the shell for my dear\\nLenore,\\nWho said she d take them stewed or fried or\\njust as before\\nThis it was and nothing- more.\\nOpen wide I flung the shutter, when, with\\nmany a flirt and flutter\\nIn there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly\\ndays of yore.\\nNot the least obeisance made he, not a minute\\nstopped or staid he,\\nBut Yours Truly says the darn thing was a\\ncrow\\nPerched upon the bust of Pallas just above\\nthe chamber door\\nPerched and sat and nothing more.\\nThen this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy\\ninto smiling-,\\nBy grave and stern decorum of the countc-\\nance it wore,\\n3", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34\\nI soon found out from my Lenore that\\nshe d neither pet a raven or a crow,\\nBut said if I d get for her a bird of Paradise,\\nshe would kiss me once or twice.\\nAnd when I said to her as once before, why\\nnot to the Parson go\\nQuoth the Raven, nevermore.\\nMuch I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear\\ndiscourse so plainly;\\nBut when Ballentine and Lawyer Hill said\\nthey d set m up and foot the bill,\\nI forgot all about my bird, and called the\\nElks up in a herd.\\nWho drank to the health of my Lenore,\\nwhom we hugged at the German as before.\\nWhen that bird or beast upon the sculptured\\nbust above the chamber door\\nWith such name as Nevermore.\\nBut the raven, sitting lonely on that placid\\nbust, spoke only\\nThat one word, as if his soul in that one word\\nhe did outpour", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "35\\nSherry cobblers and all the drinks, that would\\nknock from my cold the kinks.\\nI offered him a zephyr and ten dollar bill, if\\nhe d stop his noise, and keep right still\\nAnd on the morrow he would leave me, as my\\nhopes have flown before\\nThen the bird said nevermore.\\nStartled at the stillness broken by reply so\\naptly spoken,\\nT asked Armstrong for a glass of beer, but as\\nthe Frenchman could not hear,\\nThought I d ring up Philpots who would do\\nas well, to send me oysters on the shell.\\nFor which the reader of this book must pay,\\nand send me out of town to-day~;\\nAnd if I should return no more, please take\\ncare of dear Lenore\\nFor I may see her nevermore.\\nBut the raven still beguiling all my sad soul\\ninto smiling,\\nStraight I called for whiskey enough to drown\\nthe snakes that were in mv boots.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36\\nThen upon the velvet sinking, I betook my-\\nself to linking\\nFancy into fancy, thinking what this ominous\\nbird of yore\\nWhat this fool raven or a crow this un-\\ngainly bird of yore\\nMeant in croaking nevermore.\\nThus I sat engaged in guessing, but no sylla-\\nble expressing\\nWhen Armstrong came rapping at the door,\\nand said, Will you take something\\nmore?\\nThen Hayes walked in just like a swell, with\\nmore oysters on the shell.\\nThis and more I sat defining, with my head at\\nease reclining\\nOn the cushion s velvet lining with the lamp-\\nlight gloating o er\\nThat sJic shall press, ah, nevermore\\nThen, methought, the air grew denser, per-\\nfumed from an unseen censer,\\nSwung by Seraphim, whose foot-falls tinkled\\non the tufted floor.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Wretch, I cried, did Philpots send thee?\\nby those devils he hath sent thee\\nFor what money I did owe, for feeding my\\nhalf-starved Lenore.\\nQuafT; oh, quafT, this kind nepenthe and for-\\nget this lost Lenore\\nQuoth the Raven, nevermore.\\nProphet, said I, thing of evil! prophet\\nstill, if bird or devil\\nWhether Tempter sent, or whether tempest\\ntossed thee here ashore,\\nI d sooner see Hamlet or his ghost, with his\\nbest girl sitting on a post\\nAnd if things went from bad to worse, I d\\nphone for Perley and his hearse;\\nIs there is there no balm in Gilead? Tell me,\\ntell me, I implore\\nQuoth the Raven, nevermore.\\nProphet, said I, thing of evil prophet\\nstill, if bird or devil\\nBy that Heaven that bends above us by that\\nGod we both adore", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38\\nI shall here promise my Lenore, that with\\ndevils I ll drink no more;\\nBut clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels\\nname Lenore\\nClasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the\\nangels name Lenore.\\nQuoth the Raven, nevermore.\\nBe that word or sign of parting, bird or\\nfiend I shrieked, upstarting\\nGet thee back into the tempest and the\\nNight s Plutonian shore\\nGo thou with vehement muchness, and fool\\nBallentine or the Duchess,\\nFor no more of your Hes I will believe, whilst\\nyou re laughing in your sleeve;\\nTake thy beak from out my heart, and take\\nthy form from off my door.\\nQuoth the Raven, nevermore.\\nAnd the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting\\nstill is sitting\\nOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above the\\nchamber door;", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "39\\nI d take my gun and shoot the demon, were\\nit not that I am dreaming\\nOf snakes and X-bones on the floor, which the\\nlamp-Hght throws their shadows o er,\\nAnd my soul from out those shadows that He\\nfloating on the floor\\nShah be Hfted nevermore.\\nWe H bid farewell to Edgar Poe, and securely\\nlock the outside door,\\nAnd with voice as gentle as an infant s dream,\\nwe ll go and order more ice-cream\\nFrom the Kitchen, whose cook takes the\\nrag, brush and all, this early in the fall\\nShe ll give you broken promises fried in batter\\nand tell you that it doesn t matter\\nWhether you eat with impunity or a spoon, if\\nyou finish, get up and go.\\nAnd let her see you nevermore.\\nYours Truly.\\nRetreat, October 24, 1899.", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "THE DESTINY OF MAN.\\nLadies and Gentlemen:\\nIt is my purpose on this occasion to make\\nsome remarks on the past, present and future\\ndestiny of the animal man. And whilst I\\ncould follow him, step by step, from the crea-\\ntion of the world to the present day, I shall\\nbe compelled to scale the march of time and\\nmake long strides o er its rugged field, in\\norder that your patience may not be worn or\\ntrespassed upon.\\nIn the first place, we shall take you back to\\nthe time when the Almighty God brought into\\nexistence the living creatures which at the\\npresent time continue to occupy the earth\\nupon which we live. After He had divided\\nthe light from the darkness, and gathered to-\\ngether the waters, that dry land might appear,\\nand placed lights in the firmament of the\\n[40]", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "41\\nHeaven to give light upon the earth, He\\ncreated the fishes of the sea, the fowls of the\\nair, the beasts of the field, and everything that\\ncreepeth upon the face of the earth. With\\nmuch satisfaction He looked upon His work\\nand blessed it, saying be fruitful and multiply\\nand replenish the earth. But on the morning\\nof the sixth day He concluded to place a ruler\\nover all these things and consequently deter-\\nmined to create the animal man in His\\nown image. And He said unto him multiply\\nand replenish the earth and subdue it, and\\nhave dominion over the fowl of the air and\\nover every living thing that moveth upon the\\nearth, and God said, Behold, I have given\\nyou every herb bearing seed wdiich is upon the\\nface of the earth, and every tree, in which is\\nthe fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall\\nbe for meat, and to every beast of the earth,\\nand to every fowl of the air, and to everything\\nthat creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is\\nlife, I have given every green herb for meat.", "height": "3435", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42\\nAnd the Lord God planted a garden east-\\nward in Eden; and there He put the animal\\nwhom He had formed. And out of the ground\\nmade the Lord God to grow every tree that is\\npleasant to the sight, and good for food; the\\ntree of life also in the midst of the garden,\\nand the tree of knowledge of good and evil.\\nAnd the Lord God commanded the man, say-\\ning, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest\\nfreely eat. But of the tree of the knowledge\\nof good and evil thou shalt not eat of it; for\\nin the day that thou eatest thereof thou shall\\nsurely die. And the Lord God caused a deep\\nsleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept; and He\\ntook one of his ribs and closed up the flesh\\ninstead thereof. And the rib which the Lord\\nGod had taken from man made the woman,\\nand brought her unto the man. And Adam\\nsaid. This is bone of my bones and flesh of my\\nflesh; she shall be called woman, because she\\nwas taken out of man. Now the serpent was\\nmore subtle than any beast of the field which", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "43\\nthe Lord God had made. And he said unto\\nthe woman, Yea, hath God said. Ye shall not\\neat of every tree of the garden? And the wo-\\nman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the\\nfruit of the tree which is in the midst of the\\ngarden, God hath said. Ye shall not eat of it,\\nneither shall ye touch it, lest ye die. And the\\nserpent said unto the woman. Ye shall not\\nsurely die; for God doth know that in the day\\nye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened,\\nand ye shall be as gods, knowing good and\\nevil. And when the woman saw that the tree\\nzvas good for food, and that it was pleasant\\nto the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make\\none wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and\\ndid eat, and gave also unto her husband with\\nher; and he did eat. And the eyes of them\\nwere both opened. And they heard the voice\\nof the Lord God walking in the garden in the\\ncool of the day; and Adam and his wife hid\\nthemselves from the presence of the Lord God\\namongst the trees of the garden. And He said", "height": "3435", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44\\nunto the woman, What is this that thou hast\\ndone? And the woman said, The serpent be-\\nguiled me and I did eat. And the Lord God\\nsaid unto the serpent, Because thou hast done\\nthis thou art cursed above all cattle, and above\\nevery beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt\\nthou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days\\nof thy life. Unto the woman He said, I will\\ngreatly multiply thy sorrow and thy concep-\\ntion; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children,\\nand thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he\\nshall rule over thee. And unto Adam He said,\\nBecause thou has barkened unto the voice of\\nthy wife and has eaten of the tree of which I\\ncommanded thee, saying, thou shalt not eat of\\nit; cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow\\nshalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;\\nin the sweat of thy face salt thou eat bread,\\nuntil thou return unto the ground; for out of\\nit was thou taken; for dust thou art, and unto\\ndust shall thou return.\\nThus it was from the commencement of", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "45\\nhumanity to the present time that the destiny\\nof man has been marked out by an all-wise\\nand ever-present God. And I hope to shew\\nyou upon this occasion that the impartial\\nJudge who sat upon the white throne in the\\nGarden of Eden still reigns supreme, not only\\nwatching o er the destinies of man, but of the\\nuniverse. And when the clock of time shall\\nrun down, and the angels shall cry. Holy, holy\\nbe the name of Him who slew the lamb, you\\nwill still find Him there, meting out justice\\nto the fallen animal man.\\nFrom the Book of Books we learn that the\\noffspring of Adam were at enmity one with\\nthe other, which culminated in the death of\\nAbel. And when the voice of his blood cried\\nfrom the ground the avenging angel marked\\nout Jiis future destiny, which told him that\\nwhen he tilled the ground it should not hence-\\nforth yield unto him her strength; and that\\nin future he should be a fugitive and vagabond\\nin the earth. And the Lord set a mark upon", "height": "3435", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46\\nCain, and he went out from the presence of\\nthe Lord and dweU in the land of Nod, on\\nthe east of Eden, where we will for a time\\nleave him with\\nNo one to love, none to caress,\\nRoaming alone through this world s wilder-\\nness;\\nSad was his heart, joy was unknown,\\nFor in his sorrow he was weeping alone\\nNo gentle voice, no tender smile.\\nMade him rejoice, or his cares beguiic.\\nWe shall for the present leave behind us the\\ngenerations born during the Antediluvian\\nepoch, that we may introduce you to Noah\\nand his family, whom we find upon the eve of\\nentering the ark. When the Almighty God\\nsaw that the wickedness of man was great in\\nthe earth. He repented that he had made the\\nanimal, and said, I will destroy man whom I\\nhave created from the face of the earth; both\\nman and beast and the creeping thing, and the", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "47\\nfowls of the air; for it repenteth Me that I have\\nmade them.\\nBut Noah found grace in the eyes of the\\nLord, who said unto him, Go, make thee an\\nark of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou make\\nin the ark, and shall pitch it within and with-\\nout with pitch, and the door of the ark shalt\\nthou set in the side thereof; with lower,\\nsecond, and third stories shalt thou make it.\\nAnd, behold, I, even I, do bring a flood of\\nwaters upon the earth to destroy all flesh,\\nwherein is the breath of life, from under\\nHeaven; and everything that is in the earth\\nshall die.\\nBut with thee will I establish my covenant;\\nand thou shalt come into the ark, thou, and\\nthy sons, and thy wife, and thy sons wives\\nwith thee. And of every living thing of all\\nflesh, two of every soi t shalt thou bring into\\nthe ark to keep them alive with thee; they shall\\nbe male and female. Of the fowls after their\\nkind, and of cattle after their kind; of every", "height": "3435", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48\\ncreeping thing- of the earth after his kind; two\\nof every sort shall come unto thee to keep them\\nalive. And thus did Noah, in accordance with\\nthe command of God.\\nAnd in the six hundredth year of Noah s life,\\nin the second month, the seventeenth day of\\nthe month, the same day were all the fountains\\nof the great deep broken up, and the windows\\nof Heaven were opened. And the rain was\\nupon the earth forty days and forty nights.\\nAnd the flood was forty days upon the earth;\\nand the waters increased, and bare up the ark,\\nand it was lifted up above the earth. And the\\nwaters prevailed, and were increased greatly\\nupon the earth; and the ark went upon the\\nface of the waters. And the waters prevailed\\nexceedingly upon the earth; and all the high\\nhills, that were under the whole Heaven were\\ncovered. And all flesh died that moved upon\\nthe earth, both of fowl and of cattle, and of\\nbeast, and of every creeping thing that creep-\\neth upon the earth, and every man. All in", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "49\\nwhose nostrils was the breath of life, of all\\nthat was in the dry land, died. And every\\nliving substance was destroyed which was\\nupon the face of the ground, both man and\\ncattle and the creeping things and the fowl of\\nthe Heaven, and they were destroyed from the\\nearth. And Noah only remained alive, and\\nthey that zvere with him in the ark. And the\\nwaters prevailed upon the earth a hundred\\nand fifty days. And after the end of the hun-\\ndred and fifty days the waters were abated,\\nand the ark rested in the seventh month, on\\nthe seventh day of the month, upon the moun-\\ntains of Ararat. And the waters decreased\\ncontinually until the tenth month, on the first\\nday of the month, the tops of the mountains\\nwere seen.\\nAt the end of forty days Noah opened the\\nwindow of the ark, which he had made; and\\nhe sent forth a raven, which went forth to and\\nfro, until the waters were dried up from off the\\nearth. He stayed yet another seven days; and\\n4", "height": "3425", "width": "2071", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50\\nagain he sent forth the dove out of the ark,\\nand the dove came in to him in the evening,\\nand, lo in her mouth was an ohve leaf plucked\\nofif; so Noah knew that the waters were abated\\nfrom ofif the earth, and he stayed yet another\\nseven days, and sent forth the dove, which\\nreturned not again unto him any more. And\\nNoah removed the covering of the ark, and\\nlooked, and, behold, the face of the ground\\nwas dry.\\nAnd God spake unto Noah, saying, Go\\nforth of the ark, thou and thy wife and thy\\nsons and thy sons wives with thee. Bring\\nforth with thee every living thing that is with\\nthee, of all flesh, both of fowl and of cattle, and\\nof every creeping thing that creepeth upon\\nthe earth, that they may breed abundantly on\\nthe earth and be fruitful and multiply upon the\\nearth. And Noah went forth and builded an\\naltar unto the Lord; and took of every clean\\nbeast, and of every clean fowl, and offered\\nburnt offerings on the altar. And the Lord", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "51\\nsmelt a sweet savor, and He said in His\\nheart, I will not again curse the ground any\\nmore for man s sake; for the imagination of\\nman s heart is evil from his youth; neither will\\nI again smite any more everything living, as\\nI have done. But while the earth remaineth,\\nseedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and\\nwinter and summer, and day and night, shall\\nnot cease.\\nAnd God blessed Noah and his sons, and\\nsaid unto them, Be fruitful and multiply, and\\nreplenish the earth, and surely your blood of\\nyour lives will I require; at the hand of every\\nbeast will I require it, and at the hand of man;\\nat the hand of every man s brother wHl I re-\\nquire the life of man. Whoso sheddeth man s\\nblood, by man shall his blood be shed; for in\\nthe image of God made He man. And God\\nspake unto Noah, saying, that He would es-\\ntablish His covenant with him, and that all\\nflesh should not be cut off any more by the\\nwaters of a flood, neither should there be any", "height": "3425", "width": "2071", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52\\nmore a flood to destroy the earth. And God\\nsaid, This is the token of the Covenant which\\nI make between Me and you, and every living\\ncreature that is with you, for perpetual gene-\\nrations. I do set My bow in the cloud,\\nand it shall be for a token of a covenant be-\\ntween Me and the earth; and it shall come to\\npass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that\\nthe bow shall be seen in the cloud; and I will\\nremember My covenant, which is between Me\\nand you and every living creature of all flesh.\\nAnd Noah lived after the flood three hundred\\nand fifty years, and all the days of Noah were\\nnine hundred and fifty years; and he died, but\\nbefore doing so he cursed Canaan, and said\\nunto him, that he should in the future be a\\nservant of servants unto his brethren.\\nThus it is, that we follow the destinies of the\\nanimal from the Garden of Eden to his en-\\ntrance in the ark; and from thence to the\\ndeath of Noah; and we still find that the im-\\nmutable decrees of an all-wise Providence not", "height": "3425", "width": "2152", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "53\\nonly follow him through life, but when he has\\nshufBed ofif this mortal coil. Yea! when the\\nsilver cord is loosened and the golden bowl is\\nbroken, and the shepherd s crook is laid beside\\nthe sceptre, even then we will follow his im-\\nmortal soul to its final resting place, in that\\neternal world to which we are all slowly but\\nsurely drifting on. And though destiny has\\nplaced him in the New Jerusalem, at the right\\nhand of God, or in the eternal depths of the\\nlower regions, where there shall be zvecping\\nand zvailing and gnashing of teeth; it is here\\nthat we find the beginning of the end, of which\\n110 man knoweth.\\nWith many thanks to you for your- marked\\nattention upon this occasion, I shall conclude\\nmy remarks by saying that the subject which\\nwe have so imperfectly handled to-night is of\\nsuch vast importance that I shall be compelled\\nto divide the same into three or four lectures,\\nall of which you may expect to be delivered in\\nthis hall. And I would here remark that T", "height": "3425", "width": "2071", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "54\\nam not doing this thing for the sake of money.\\nI make my bread by the sweat of my brow.\\nThe small charge Imake is to defray my ex-\\npenses and keep out those who would create a\\ndisturbance in any well-regulated family. But\\nbefore closing my remarks I shall leave with\\nyou a subject for consideration, and I most\\nearnestly request of those young gentlemen\\nwho are members of the Ash-Cake Society\\nthat they make it a question for discussion at\\none of their future meetings Are We\\nDescendants of Adam or of Noah?\\nI claim that the Noahtic flood wound up\\nthe Antediluvian epoch, and we have no right\\nto go back beyond that time for the chrono-\\nlogical record of our ancestors.\\nOn the present occasion I am here to do\\nwhat I can towards showing you that the\\ndestiny of the animal man has been marked out\\nby an all-wise Providence, who created him", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "55\\nfor a purpose best known to himself. But in\\norder to more fully carry out my plans I have\\ntaken you back to the day he was created in\\nthe Garden of Eden (beneath the shade of an\\nolive tree), and from thence to the Noahtic\\nflood. We will continue to follow him, step\\nby step, through the Dark Ages, prior to the\\nbirth of our Saviour, whom destiny caused to\\nbe cradled in a horse-trough. And I would\\nhere remark that it was a most fortunate thing\\nfor generations then unborn that Valentine s\\nnmle was not there on that occasion; for if\\nsuch had have been the case the world would\\nhave lost its Saviour.\\nWe shall then continue to follow him\\nthrough the rise and fall of empires, where the\\nshepherd s crook was in the end laid beside the\\nsceptre. And when, in our meandering journey\\no er the chequered pathway of life, we finally\\nbring you to the present time. We will then\\ntake a bird s-eye view of the present actors\\nupon the stage, and endeavor to show you", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "S6\\nthat In the great drama of life we still have\\nShylocks, Mr. Micawbers, and Paulines, but\\nno Joan of Arcs are to be found.\\nI shall, for example, take the past life of him\\nwho now stands before you as an orator (or\\ncrank, as Gitteau would term him, were he\\nliving), after which you may, or can, draw\\nyour own conclusions as to the soundness of\\nthe doctrine which I shall promulgate on this\\nimportant occasion.\\nIn the nineteeenth place, firstly, we would\\nhere remark that I am the offspring of poor,\\nbut honest parents, whose bones now rest be-\\nneath the sod, whilst their immortal souls pre-\\namhulate the streets of the New Jerusalem,\\nwhere, when the clock of time has run down,\\nthe angels will continue to cry. Holy, holy, be\\nthe name of Him who slew the lamb.\\nI have no chronological table of my illus-\\ntrious ancestors, but was told by Cousin Sally\\nDillard that we descended from Old Man\\nNoah and are distantly related to Alexander", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "57\\nthe Great, Napoleon Bonaparte, Queen Vic-\\ntoria, George Washington, Ben Butler, Wil-\\nliam Mahone, and Bob Ingersoll. But since\\nI take the position that every tub should stand\\nupon its own bottom, I sincerely hope that\\nyou all will not be so uncharitable as to hold\\nMe responsible for the spoons or tears which\\nour bleeding country has offered up in her\\nvain endeavors to satisfy these avaricious rela-\\ntives of mine, whom I sometimes wish were\\nin an empty dry-goods box, with two\\ndozen raw oysters on the half-shell.\\nAt the age of fourteen, with what little book\\nlearning I had acquired at an old-field school,\\nI went forth to battle with the world, the flesh\\nand the devil. For six long years in the town\\nof Charlottesville I managed, by strict\\neconomy and close attention to business, to\\ngive satisfaction to my employers and supply\\nmyself honestly with the necessaries of life, in-\\ncluding a plate of raw oysters every now and\\nthen if not oftener on special occasions.", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "58\\nAfter this I bid farewell to home, friends,\\nand everything else then near and dear unto\\nme. During my absence of eight long check-\\nered years I travelled pretty much over the\\nAmerican Continent, besides Mexico, Sand-\\nwich Islands, Cuba, and the historic county\\nof Fluvanna. Being a close observer, I saw\\nmuch of the world, and had many hair-breadth\\nescapes, a few of which I shall allude to, in\\norder to fully satisfy you that my destiny is,\\nwas and has been so plainly marked out that\\na blind man or a mule ought to see the place\\nwithout the slightest difficulty.\\nIn the first place, after sojourning a few\\ndays with the President and counting over all\\nthe specie in the Treasury, I find myself (like\\na big catfish) floundering in the waters of the\\nMississippi, where our boat had gone to the\\nbottom. How was it, that I did not, like others,\\ngive up the ghost and find a watery grave?\\nIt was that some guardian angel watched o er\\nme.", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "59\\nFor two long and eventful years I turned\\nmyself loose amongst the wild Indians of the\\nplains, and with nineteen different tribes I\\ntemporarily made my home. Even there my\\nguardian angel followed me; and when at\\nnight I would lay me down to rest upon the\\ncold earth with nothing but the blue canopy\\nof Heaven as a covering I was, as a general\\nthing, lulled to sleep by the howling of the\\nwolf and the unearthly cries of the hyena that\\nwere offering up their requiem o er the dead\\ncarcass of some unfortunate fellow-being.\\nHow was it, that under these circumstances I\\nslept soundly, and had pleasant dreams of\\nthose I left behind me? It was another in-\\nstance of destiny, in which the hand of an all-\\nwise Providence had more or less to do.\\nI shall, however, (in order to progress on\\nmy journey towards the substance of our dis-\\ncourse), pass over five eventful years spent\\nupon the Pacific coast, during which time we\\npassed through the reien of terror in which I", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "6o\\nofttimes escaped with my life, whilst others fell\\naround me, as grass before the blade of\\ncourse, you all know what the Book says about\\nthese things it is that man ,born of woman,\\nis of but few days and full of trouble; he\\nspringeth up like the hoppergrass and is cut\\ndown like the sparrozv-grass.\\nAt length I turned my face homeward and\\nwhilst the brow of our ocean steamer was\\nploughing her way through the waters of the\\nPacific her main shaft was broken, and she\\ndrifted into the troughs of the sea, which\\nplaced us at the mercy of the waves (which at\\nthe time were running mountain high). We\\nall expected momentarily to be engulfed, and\\nthere and then to settle our accounts with the\\nwasherwoman, which would have been the\\ninevitable result but that He who rules the\\nuniverse and marks out the destiny of man\\nhad otherwise decreed.\\nWhilst crossing the Carribean Sea the\\nstorm was of such violence that the breakers", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "6i\\nran over the deck of our vessel, and washed\\noverboard many of the sailors, including the\\npet monkey, which was entrusted to my care\\nby the King of the Kanacka s as a present for\\nCousin Sally Dillard. The loss of the monkey,\\nhowever, was but a small item, when com-\\npared with the presentation speech I had all\\ncut and dried, which, as a matter of course,\\nwas lost to the American press. We finally\\nweathered the storm, and in the course of time\\nwe accomplished this voyage of five thousand\\nmiles and safely reached our destination in the\\nmetropoHs of these United States of America.\\nBut let me here tell you of a something that\\nhappened to us two weeks prior to this voyage\\nwhich will add another link to the chain of\\nevidence I am forging here to-night. I had\\nengaged passage on the steamer which lef*\\ntwo weeks previous to the one on which\\ncame; but for reasons I deem unnecessary to\\ngive, I did not ship upon that steamer, but\\nlaid over in the city of San Francisco until the", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62\\ndeparture of the next. Had I gone, as at\\nfirst intended, we would have made connec-\\ntion with the steamer at Aspinwall com-\\nmanded by Captain Hurndon (the father of\\nthe President s deceased wife, and great-uncle\\nof Mrs. Alonza Payne), which was lost off\\nCape Hatteras in 1800 and fast asleep.\\nDo you not here see another instance\\nwherein my destiny becomes a fixed fact,\\nagainst which the raging billows of the briny\\ndeep, the wild beast of the forest, and the\\nscalping-knife of the treacherous Indian has\\nthus far most signally failed to change the\\ndecrees of an all-wise Providence?\\nFor four long and eventful years we fought,\\ndied, and bled for our country and for Wilkes\\nBootKs foolhardy indiscretion during which\\ntime the flower of our land was swept away,\\nwhilst I was left standing, like unto a weep-\\ning willow, or any other man.\\nWas this not an additional instance of", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "6,3\\ndestiny, wherein some guardian angel watched\\no er me?\\nThis, however, I consider but a small mat-\\nter, when compared with the wonderful escape\\nwe made the year following the surrender,\\nthe particulars of which I shall here pro-\\nceed to elucidate. On my return to Albemarle\\nafter the surrender of Johnson s Division of\\nthe army at Raleigh, N. C, I found that a\\nregular organized system of thieving was be-\\ning carried on in my immediate neighborhood.\\nI concluded to have a little fun (which I\\ncouldn t live without) by putting a stop to this\\nthing, and, with the assistance of our faithful\\ndogs, Sir Walter Scott and Lord Byron,\\nand the free use of our Arkansas toothpick, we\\nsucceeded beyond our expectations.\\nI, of course, became a thorn in the lion s foot\\nof those who were engaged in this profitable\\noccupation; and they determined right there\\nand then to get rid of me, at all hazards.\\nIn ninetv-nine cases out of a hundred the", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64\\ndeep-laid plot would have succeeded, but in\\nthis instance, I yet remain a living monument,\\nin the hands of an all-wise and ever merciful\\nGod, who had so ordained that my life should\\nbe spared yet a little while longer. And, in\\naddition to this act of kindness, He granted\\nme the power of performing one of the most\\nwonderful miracles ever placed upon the rec-\\nords, which I will explain to you all when I\\nshall have exposed the deep-laid plot which\\ncame so near placing my bones beside those of\\nMadame Surratt, where they would now be\\nmouldering into dust had it not been that my\\nguardian angel still hovered o er me.\\nBut to come to the point, I will here say\\nI was charged with the murder of an un-\\nbleached gentleman of African descent, for\\nwhich I was arrested and tried for my life in\\nthe town of Charlottesville, with the liberal\\npromise, made by your Yankee Provost-Mar-\\nshal Joyce that if I was acquitted by the\\ncivil authorities my case would be taken in", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "65\\nhand by the miUtary, and that I should have\\nthe honor of being tried in the great city of\\nWashington. These things made me happy,\\nbut looked somewhat gloomy to my friends,\\nwhose prayers, like burning incense, were as-\\ncending for my safe delivery. But with me\\nthere was not the shadow of a doubt enter-\\ntained, contrary to my abiding faith, in the\\npower of Him who rules the destiny of man\\nand caused me to believe that true innocence\\nwould make false accusation blush and scandal\\ntremble at her feet.\\nWhen in charge of the Sheriff I was\\nmarched into the court-house for trial. I\\nfound four witnesses arrayed in their frills cr la\\nPolly Fergersons, and looking as though\\nthey could swallow me whole. They were put\\nupon the stand, and, with one hand upon the\\nHoly Bible, they did swear to tell the truth,\\nthe whole truth, and nothing but the truth.\\nOne of them testified that at daybreak on\\na certain occasion I came home with my large\\n5", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66\\nblack dog, Sir Walter Scott/ literally\\ncovered with blood, and that she overheard\\nme tell my sister that I had killed the boy\\nAlbert and thrown him into the river. Two\\nothers said that they saw the place where I\\nhad done the bloody deed, and dragged the\\ndead carcass into the Rivanna; and another\\none swore positively that he saw^ the body\\nfloating on the surface of the water, from\\nwhence it was taken by him and some others,\\nand buried near the residence of Old Man\\nTom Garland s.\\nThe evidence, as you will at once see, was\\nsufBcient to have hung me higher than Haa-\\nman, more especially as it came from the bone\\nof contention over which so many lives had\\nbeen sacrificed. I had on this occasion no\\nevidence to offer in my behalf, and was\\ngranted a continuance of the case, that I\\nmight look around and see if there was no\\nstraw left to which I might cling as the wo-\\nman did who was drowned by her cruel hus-", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "67\\nband for the unpardonable offence of exclaim-\\ning Scissors.\\nI was fully satisfied that this dead negro of\\nmine had taken passage upon the under-\\nground railroad, and that my only chance of\\nsaving the expense of a funeral was to go for\\nhim. It was an exciting chase and created a\\ngreater sensation than Captain Teel s pack of\\nhounds would have done after a gyaskutus.\\nI deem it unnecessary to give you the full\\nparticulars of this race for life, and would most\\nrespectfully refer you to Cousin Sally Dillard,\\nwho was present on the occasion, and will read\\nit off to you as though it were in a book.\\nWhen my case came up again for trial I\\nproduced the negro (or his ghost) and\\nmarched him into the court-house a living\\nwitness in my behalf, which not only saved the\\nexpense of a hempen cord and a pine cofBn,\\nbut more fully demonstrated the fact that I\\ncould bring a nigger to life some thirty days\\nafter I had killed him, which you all know is", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "68\\nmore than was ever done by Christ himself.\\nFor, if my memory does not fail me on this\\nimportant occasion, the longest case of sus-\\npended animation recorded in the Book of\\nBooks, wherein He displayed His power as a\\nresurrectionist, was only of three days dura-\\ntion, and since I am the only one of His illus-\\ntrious predecessors of the present day and\\ngeneration who has performed this wonderful\\nfeat, I am not at all surprised to find that there\\nare some persons now living upon the Ameri-\\ncan Continent who will ever consider me one\\nof the greatest Inmibugs of the Iron Age.\\nOne more instance of the power and wis-\\ndom of an Almighty God and I will then con-\\nclude my remarks. I allude to the fact that\\nduring my travels upon the American Conti-\\nnent (which was of eight years duration) I\\nhave mingled with every grade of society\\nfrom Miss Polly Fergerson, with her frills and\\nflounces, to the untutored Indian squaw, who\\nwas happy and contented, with but one rabbit", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "69\\nskin as an outfit for her bridal trousseau. I\\ncould have, with some fair maids of the Mon-\\ntezumas or daughters of the millionaire,\\nformed an alliance which would have placed\\nme beyond the possibility of wanting for the\\nthings of this world. But what was most\\npassing strange, I departed from the general\\nrule of making money our god and selected\\nfrom amongst the hewers of wood and\\ndrawers of water a companion for life, whose\\nname I found as pure and virgin as any bride\\never bore, bathed in blushes from the\\nhymeneal altar, upon which dishonor would be\\na seal upon the tomb of Hope, by which, like\\nsome lost, sorrowing angel, sad memory would\\ndwell evermore.", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "TO EMMA.\\nSweet girl, though seldom we have met,\\nThose meetings I shall ne er forget;\\nI will not say I love but still,\\nMy senses struggle with the will.\\nIn vain I d drive thee from my breast,\\nBut my heart is more and more repressed.\\nYour lovely hair, like threads of gold,\\nHas cast a halo around my soul,\\nAnd your sweet smiles, as bright as day,\\nHave chased all my gloom away.\\nAnd if I could steal from you a kiss\\nTwould add a mountain to my bliss.\\nMaybe you have not learned to love\\nOr coo, just like a turtle dove;\\nBut Cupid, with his bow and dart.\\nWill leave with you a bleeding heart.\\nAnd then, when no one is about.\\nSay, Does your mother know you re out?\\n[70]", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "71\\nThe time will come in the sweet by and bye,\\nYou ll cause some broken heart to cry,\\nCut loose from mother s apron strings\\nAnd fly to him on lover s wings;\\nChange your name and change your life.\\nAnd be to him a darling wife.\\nI predict for you a useful life\\nLet it be mother, maid or wife;\\nFor the precepts taught you whilst at home\\nWill follow you where er you roam.\\nAnd when I m planted in the ground\\nYou ll scatter roses all around,\\nAnd say, I once was his sweetheart.\\nBut the best of friends will have to part; _\\nAnd when you pass beside my grave\\nYou ll shed a tear and say he gave\\nHis wretched life to win your love.\\nAnd then was slaughtered like a dove.\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "MARY WITHOUT A LAMB.\\nOur best girl has a level head,\\nAnd says the cranks are not all dead;\\nNo matter who they say I am,\\nDear Mary, let me be your lamb.\\nFor now the blasts are getting cold,\\nAnd I myself am growing old;\\nFearing the winds may never calm,\\nKind Mary, let me be your lamb.\\nI ll follow you at any gait.\\nRise quite early and travel late;\\nNor will I butt your Uncle Sam,\\nGood Mary, let me be your lamb.\\nWe ll ramble o er the hills and dale,\\nAnd feed ourselves on mother s kale;\\nThen we ll come home and take a dram,\\nDear Mary, may I be your lamb?\\n[72]", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "7Z\\nWell, since my plea you do decline,\\nLike other sheep, their doom is mine;\\nAnd when you stew me in the pan.\\nTell who it was that slezv the lamb.\\nSince never more your lamb will bleat,\\nOr pay the penalty of fate.\\nGo settle with the Great I Am\\nFor slaying this poor little lamb.\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "THE UNDERTAKER.\\nOh, give me some sequestered spot,\\nWhere Perley s hearse will find me not;\\nIt totes your neighbors all around,\\nThen safely plants them in the ground.\\nPerley must live in a case of steel,\\nOr else, he don t know how to feel,\\nFor he ll eat his possum all the while\\nAnd crack a joke to make you smile.\\nOh, I am ofttimes feeling badly\\nAnd miss my old associates sadly,\\nBut I find nowhere around,\\nFor Jim has put them in the ground.\\nNow can t he stop awhile and think\\nThat whilst the skull and X-bones at you wink\\nThe time will come, in the sweet bye and bye,\\nThat the Reaper will say, if not, why?\\n[74]", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "75\\nThen we ll plant you safely in the ground,\\nAnd scatter roses all around,\\nHoping that in a better land\\nYou ll join the ranks of Gideon s band.\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "POOR BLEEDING SPAIN.\\nPoor bleeding Spain, what have you done\\nWith your bull-fights and other fun?\\nIt seems you cry for larger game,\\nAnd we are giving you the same.\\nBut I am thinking you will find\\nThis fun of a different kind;\\nYou will not only lose your gown,\\nBut all the jewels in your crown.\\nAnd then there ll be a fallen throne.\\nO er which your baby King will mourn;\\nAnd see a pole of Libertee\\nBeside the fallen Spanish tree.\\nWith your war-ships and seamen brave\\nYou fought us on the ocean wave;\\nBut there was Schley, with many guns,\\nTo wipe out all your mother s sons.\\n[76]", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "17\\nYou then behind your breastworks came\\nAnd fought til all your men were lame;\\nAnd when you built a barbed-wire fence\\nYou found that Yankees had some sense.\\nWith wire-clippers they tumbled through,\\nTo show you what our men can do;\\nAnd I wish we all may be drot\\nIf they left of you a greasy spot.\\nPoor, deluded fools, can t you see.\\nOr have you been stung by a bee?\\nYou are fooling your time away\\nTo play this game from day to day.\\nGo, tell the w^orld that you are done,\\nFor your Blanco now cannot run;\\nAnd time only awaits the fall\\nOf all your strongholds, great and small.\\nYours Truly.\\nRetreat, July lo, 1898.", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "WHY I DIDN T PATENT THE SAU-\\nSAGE-GRINDER.\\nHow strange it is that myself and Cousin\\nSally are always having contentions. She\\nthinks that she know^s more than I do about\\neverything, and I claim that zi liat I do under-\\nstand I know as well as she or any other man\\never did. And there is one thing I can tell\\nyou, and don t you forget it that if\\nshe induces me to put aside this MSS, the\\nAmerican people will lose one of the most\\nremarkable books that was ever published.\\nShe claims that I am traveling too slowly\\nalong the pathway to wealth, and that her\\ngown will become threadbare before I am able\\nto purchase her another Polly Fergerson or\\nfrill for the same, unless I put aside this his-\\ntory of events and look to the Patent Office\\nfor help. It is true I have in the old barn\\n[78]", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "79\\nloft another model manufactured by my in-\\nventive genius which I might bring to the\\nfront if I could be convinced by her that there\\nwas any money in it.\\nIt is a pocket sans age-mill, by the use of\\nwhich the aged individual does away with the\\nnecessity of paying for a new set of grinders.\\nIt would cost me five hundred dollars to get\\nout letters patent for the invention, and, from\\na mathematical calculation which I have made\\nof the number of persons who would probably\\ninvest their money in the machine, I have\\nunanimously come to the conclusion that\\nthree hundred and seventy-five dollars would\\nbe just about my profits on the machines,\\nwhich would be sold during my life-time, and,\\nthis added to the expense of procuring the\\npatent, would be eight hundred and seventy-\\nfive dollars.\\nAs a matter of course, this would interfere\\nwith the livelihood of the dentists residing in\\nthe State of Fluvanna, who have already of-", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "8o\\nfered to raise a purse of three hundred and\\neighty dollars if I will not give the dear people\\nthe benefit of my invention, which would at\\nonce bring down the price of teeth.\\nNow, if I accept this proposition I will make\\nby the operation three hundred and eighty\\ndollars, clear money, and if I succeed (which\\nis a matter of doubt) in untying all the red\\ntape in the Patent Office I would lose one\\nhundred and twenty-five dollars. Such being\\nthe case, I feel duty bound to let Cousin Sally s\\nadvice go to the devil, and continue, as at first\\nintended, to travel the rugged path of litera-\\nture.\\nI shall therefore bring to the surface (as\\npromised in Preface No. i) a few more of\\nthose poems which have for years been lost\\nto the natives of Fluvanna.\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "GERMAN AT THE CLUB-HOUSE.\\nCousin Sal and I once on the sly\\nThought we would take the german in;\\nWe climbed a tree outside, near by,\\nNow do you think it was a sin?\\nIf so, you strike me with a club,\\nAnd then I ll wish that I w^as dead;\\nBut after death there comes the rub.\\nMust I, like poor John, lose my head?\\nTwelve watchful chaperons, there were,\\nWith many jewels in their hair;\\nAnd they all had on lovely clothes,\\nWith all the fragrance of the rose.\\nIn fact, I thought of new-mown hay.\\nWhen one girl came on, by the way;\\nBut then your musk, without the rat,\\nSmothered out all this and that.\\n6 [8i]", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "82\\nHere comes the music and the dance,\\nAnd all things seem to be a trance;\\nThey are not led by modest Joe,\\nBecause that girl trod on his toe.\\nBut Ruffin, like a little swell,\\nTotes the thing along mighty well;\\nIn fact I heard him loudly call,\\nGo, hang your darned hats on the wall.\\nAnd when they all went in a whirl,\\nWith arms around his lovely girl,\\nThe chaperons said, if you please.\\nGo in, lemons, but don t get squeezed.\\nI wonder who will foot the bills\\nOf all the dowdy, lace and frills\\nThat were crushed against the wall\\nWhilst dancing at this Dutchman s ball?\\nWere present fat men, with the gout.\\nWhose mothers didn t know they were out;\\nBut thought they d slyly take a chance,\\nAnd try their lame foot at the dance.", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "83\\nThe belles were all from nineteen States,\\nAnd one clear girl had crossed the Straits,\\nTo play the Keswick Hunting Club\\nA game of euchre or the rub.\\nNow, it is done; I will not tell\\nWho reigned as your lovely belle;\\nThe other girls would pull my hair\\nIf I would say they were not there.\\nYou had with you Foxes, Calves and Deer,\\nAnd tables filled with best of cheer.\\nAt which you all could take a chance,\\nAnd pay the fiddler when you dance.\\nWell, now I guess I will come down.\\nIf Macon will but hold that hound;\\nFor it w^ould be a cross-eyed sight\\nIf me and Cousin Sal he d bite.\\nWhen I again you come to see.\\nMust I go in or climb that tree?\\nBest hang your banner on the wall,\\nAnd send me a ticket to the ball", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84\\nCould dance for you the Highland fling,\\nOr almost any other thing;\\nAnd just before the day shall break\\nHelp wind things up on cream and cake.\\nYours Truly.", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "OUR REPUBLICAN GOVERNMENT.\\nFor more than a hundred years our country\\nhas filled the astonished vision of mankind\\nwith the most marvellous experiment yet at-\\ntempted in human government. Though\\nhere, as in every civilized community, are met\\nall the evil tendencies of humanity which war\\nagainst the good, yet here, as nowhere else\\nbeneath the circuit of the suns, are met the\\nsupremest examples of personal and political\\nliberty, and that a sweet and tender security\\nof household peace which is equalled by noth-\\ning on this earth and can be excelled only by\\nthat which passeth understanding.\\nThus through the storms and sunshine of\\na century the experiment of our government\\nhas prevailed. It is fashioned in the wisdom\\nof the fathers; it has been sealed and, we trust,\\nstrengthened in the blood of her sons, and it", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86\\nhas rested through the years upon the integ-\\nrity of its people and their faith in its mission\\nto keep men free. Yet the most adroit phrase-\\nmonger who ever glorified its flag could\\nhardly attempt to maintain that its Constitu-\\ntion remains to-day the thing its framers made\\nit the most exquisite structure ever con-\\nceived in human thought or reared by human\\nendeavor. As fashioned by those immortal\\narchitects it was the fairest temple ever con-\\nsecrated to freedom, but by the. hand of the\\nsophist the veil of the temple has been rent in\\ntwain, and by the feet of the partisan and de-\\nspoiler its holy of holies has been desecrated.\\nThe framers of the Constitution not only\\nrecognized as distinctly as possible that every\\nattribute of sovereignty not surrendered to\\nthe Federal pact was reserved to the States\\ncreating it, but they emphasized that recogni-\\ntion by allowing the Federal organization to\\nbe controlled by the electoral restrictions of\\nthose States, all of which were a peremptory", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "87\\ndenial of universal suffrage. But the most\\nprecious of the rights reserved were denied\\nuntil with the argument of bayonet and can-\\nnon their discussion was closed forever; and\\nevery barrier that a marvellous prescience has\\ncaused to be built around the suffrage has\\nbeen overthrown until the Goths and Vandals\\nare upon us; until the Selan and the Hun, with\\nanarchy in their hearts and dynamite in their\\npockets; the Malay and the Hottentot out of\\nthe blackness of heathen darkness have only\\nto abide a little while among us to become the\\npolitical peers of the sons of Pilgrim and of\\nCavalier, dowered with his inestimable privi-\\nlege of the ballot.\\nNotwthstanding the wrenching of the gov-\\nernment from constitutional limitation, out of\\nthe necessity of circumstance and situation, it\\nhas prospered, for around the young republic\\nas it rose upon its radiant way was woven\\nevery advantage of earth, air and sea. The\\nprimeval youth and beauty of the world was", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "88\\nl^rought in contact with all the forces of an ad-\\nvanced civilization; a virgin empire stretching\\nfrom northern ice to tropic bloom, lay under\\nthe control of a people sprung from the might-\\niest race that has dwelt upon the planet since\\nthe morning stars first sang together. What\\nwonder, then, that we have waxed mighty and\\nprevailed? Now, thoughtful students of\\nevents are questioning if the day be not near\\nwhen our triumphal march shall cease and se-\\nrious account be rendered of the manner\\nwherewith we have used our gifts. However\\nmuch the fundamental code of a country may\\nbe outraged, it is as yet stricken by no mortal\\nsickness if the morality of the people share not\\nin the political decline.\\nBad rulers and unwise legislation may for\\na season cripple such a people s strength, but\\nin the very speed of the people s malady, as\\nshown by the English people in every great\\ncity of their history, she will wrest from their", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "89\\nheart of righteousness such medicine as will\\ncure the State s most grievous wound.\\nAnd so it is not so much from the perver-\\nsion of the Constitution as from the increasing-\\ndemoralization of the people that the Ameri-\\ncan republic is endangered. Nor to the foster-\\ning of all the higher elements of a nation s life\\nare the energies of our people bent. If free-\\ndom live or freedom die, put money in thy\\npurse, is the potent watchword of our time,\\nand the desire to accumulate vast fortunes\\nsuddenly is the strongest passion that ani-\\nmates American society; while fierce competi-\\ntion and fiercer bribery are the forces that are\\nrapidly moulding our public and priv-ate rela-\\ntions. The patient toil of the olden time has\\nbecome unendurable its results far too re-\\nmote. The delirium of speculation has not\\nbeen equalled since John Law flashed in the\\ndazzled eyes of Europe the fantastic and\\nelusive glories of the South Sea bubble.\\nDefalcations by men occupying positions of", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "90\\ntrust are so common as hardly to excite a rip-\\nple of surprise, and only accentuate the fever-\\nish existence of the sentiment whether the\\nrepublic stand or fall put money in thy purse.\\nResultant from the national disease comes\\nthe chief danger which threatens, and which,\\nlike a corroding- canker, is eating into the very\\nprinciple that subtends the theory of our na-\\ntional existence. In my judgment, every\\nother peril which confronts our government\\npales into insignificance when compared with\\nthe widespread and acknowledged use of\\nmoney to influence the elections, the ever-in-\\ncreasing debauchment of American suffrage.\\nNot only is the use of money on the politics\\nof this country more apparent every year, but\\nequally apparent and startling is the country s\\nacquiescence in the crime; and men whose\\npulses beat a few years ago leaped with pas-\\nsionate indignation against its mere sugges-\\ntion now witness with tolerance, if not ap-\\nproval, the freemen of America branded like", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "91\\ncattle and their holiest birthright sold in the\\nopen market of their shame. Political im-\\nmoralities are sought to be justified by the\\nfalse philosophy that the devil must be fought\\nwith fire. The infamous sophism that the end\\njustifies the means takes stronger hold upon\\nthe public mind every year, and while a lead-\\ning senator of the United States declares from\\nhis seat that anything is justifiable in morals\\nor in law to compass the defeat of an adver-\\nsary; another no less distinguished announces\\nthat the political purity in America is an iri-\\ndescent dream. The result of such theories\\ncarefully distilled into the people has thus far\\nbeen that the laws against bribery pa ssed in\\nthe days of a tenderer public conscience have\\nbecome the merest blots upon the statute-\\nbooks, that no political party here, however\\npure its principles, can hope for success at the\\npolls without a liberal use of what is known\\nin the slang of the lobby and caucus as the\\nsinews of war; that systematic organization", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92\\nfor bribery has become so strong a factor in\\nthe machinery of the parties that the raising\\nof great fortunes for purposes of corruption\\nat the polls has been rewarded by promotion\\nto the highest offices in the government; that\\nwe have been compelled to coin a new word\\nfor a strange growth in the country of the free,\\nand the term boodler now typifies a class\\nof men who make a business of obtaining po-\\nlitical power only to sell it; that born leaders\\nof men are repressed to private life because\\nunable and unwilling to endure the financial\\nstrain of the elections; that as the integrity\\nof the mass weakens the power of the mo-\\nnopoly strengthens, and the cruelties of asso-\\nciated capital gall more bitterly every day\\nwhile the rights of the citizens, when set\\nagainst them, are withering away, and the\\nvery life blood of the republican system is\\nebbing away in the golden tide. All along\\nthe highways of the centuries are strewn the\\nwrecks of power and principalities that per-", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "93\\nished when liberty came to be measured by\\ngolden coins. Shall these examples teach\\nAmerica nothing, or shall this people sell\\nthemselves into a bondage, from which they\\nmay break at last through blood and tears to\\nattempt the desperate experiment of discard-\\ning all forms of government? Who shall say\\nthat if the pollution of our politics shall con-\\ntinue until bringing to one level the briber and\\nthe bribed, it has poisoned the soul of the\\ncitizen and shackled his body in limitations\\nof laws that daily increase the burdens of the\\npoor, the splendors of the rich? Who shall\\nsay that in the fulness of time he will not rage\\nagainst such a government and society until\\na continent tremble beneath the delirium of\\na people who take anarchy for their god and\\ntheir deliverers glorify the men who are upon\\nthe barricades? The use of money to the\\nabasement of power was no custom of the men\\nwho carried the message of the university\\nabroad in the times gone by. The old South,", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94\\nthe baronial South, the South of the old plan-\\ntation, has passed away is dead everlastingly,\\nand over her grave the tears have been wept\\nand the flowers strewn, and the sod has grown\\ngreen, and the story is ended on earth forever-\\nmore. Doubtless she had her faults and fol-\\nlies, but thanks be to Him who, if He gave\\nnot the victory, lifted her w^ith honor s star\\nundimmed upon her dying brow! No man\\ncan trace with truth the custom of prostituting\\nthe franchise with money to her door, for pa-\\ntriotism ran like a golden thread through her\\nraiment, and love for the Constitution, to\\nwhich she had furnished the chief inspiration,\\nlay at the core of her heart, and when she\\nblended her crucifixion and apotheosis at Ap-\\npomattox, if she left nothing else, she left a\\nheritage of unspotted public morality to all\\nher sons who had not died around her flag.\\nThe sentiment which characterized her people,\\nthe fierce chastity of honor which found its\\ngreatest example in the character of Washing-", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "95\\nton and blossomed to perfect beauty in the\\nsoul of Robert Edward Lee, was nurtured by,\\nif, indeed, it was not born, in the institution\\nof slavery; and though that institution is gone\\nforever, and I, for one, have no wish to recall\\nit, and, though by operation of the deadliest\\ncrime in the history of the world, the manu-\\nmitted slave of yesterday is to-day the sover-\\neign suffragist, yet must its influence, reach-\\ning down the years and linking us as with in-\\nvisible chords of love and memory to the old\\nspirit.\\nThe recent marvellous material advance of\\nthe South comprises the most glowing page\\nof our industrious story. She is leaping to the\\nfront, and it is hardly exaggeration to say that\\nalready the smoke of her chimneys shatter the\\nnoontide suns; the flame of her forges whiten\\nthe midnight skies. Within her valleys and\\nalong her hillsides, and in her cities, the air is\\nchoral with music of her progress. In the\\nheart of her wildernesses are magic cities", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "springing; from the womb of her mountains\\nis being wrested the wealth that has lain sleep-\\ning through the centuries, and in the wake of\\nthe pick and the tunnelling spade rush steam\\nand electricity, the standard-bearers of the\\nmighty industrial empire that is coming on.\\nBut honor and patriotism the sworded sera-\\nphim that should guard the portals of this\\nstoried land are they not being blinded by\\nthe glitter and the glow, while political bribery\\nand low methods glide through our gate,\\nbringing the blight of a deadly moral miasma\\nto dim our splendor and to wreck our hope?\\nThe crime of enfranchisement of the negro\\ndoes not necessitate the use of money to pre-\\nserve the ascendancy of the Anglo-Saxon\\nrace. Who shall undermine God s handiwork?\\nThat raised supremacy which His hand hath\\nwrit so plain, that He who runs may read, can\\nnever be overthrown by any human agency.\\nIt is a natural law, as fixed and immutable as\\nthose by which are governed the order of the", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "97\\nseasons or the process of the suns, and which\\nall the legislation that faction ever fashioned,\\nbacked by every bayonet that ever gleamed\\nbeneath the fiags of tyranny, can neither alter\\nnor obliterate nor control.\\nIf through future years of feverish debauch-\\nment of the most sacred and fundamental of\\nits principles the American republic shall con-\\ntinue to hold its place among the nations, then\\non this western continent will have been re-\\nserved all the experiences of men, all the\\noracles of God.\\nThere is but one way to preserve our heri-\\ntage, and that is by hedging the American\\nballot around with such a sentiment- as shall\\nmake it the one thing on the earth that not\\neven money shall have value enough to buy,\\nby keeping the crown and sceptre of the\\nnoblest sovereignty given among men un-\\nspotted from the world. It may not even be\\nour generation s fate to shed its blood or\\nspend its lives on fields where glorious rec-", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "98\\norcls leap to light and shine in the sudden\\nmaking of splendid names. We may not, as\\nour fathers did, feel the leap responsive to\\nthe voice of freedom through the battle cheer-\\ning on her sons, whatever sacrifices we may\\nbe called upon to make for her must doubtless\\nall be made by the waters and in the fields,\\nthick studded with the calm, white tents of\\npeace, yet, after all, the most enduring victo-\\nries of men those which have been followed\\nby most blessings and benefit to humanity\\nhave neither been wrested from the pageantry\\nof war, nor won amid the declamation of pop-\\nular senators. The shop of the mechanic, the\\nstore of the merchant, the fields of the farmer,\\nsimple and humble homes of the toiling mil-\\nlions these are the bloodless fields where the\\nbattle for the preservation of our system must\\nbe fought; these are the legislative halls where\\na decisive vote between the greed of gain and\\nthe passion of patriotism must seal our com-\\nmon destiny; these are the unbannered Hsts", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "99\\nwhere since time began, liberty hath made her\\nmost heroic and enduring struggle, and where\\nthe ceaseless warfare must go on until the\\ndawning of that day seen far off in the apoca-\\nlyptic vision, when the Lamb of God shall take\\nthe sins of the world away.\\nTherefore, my countrymen, if Henry\\nGrady s splendid dream be true, that on our\\nsoil the hand of God hath sown the seed of\\nhis millennial harvest, although our mortal\\neyes may see not, when the seed are garnered\\nhome, oh, surely those who have followed\\nthese fields for his glory by setting virtue\\nhigher than power and loving liberty more\\nthan lust shall answer, Lord, hei;e am I,\\nwhen the eternal muster roll is called.", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "A PILGRIMAGE TO WINNIE S TOMB.\\nA veteran smiles, whilst the nation \\\\vee[\\nThat you are not dead, but only sleep;\\nAngels hover o er thy tomb, I hear.\\nAnd sometimes bathe it with a tear\\nAway from care, you ve gone to rest\\ne know that you are more than bless d,\\nAnd would not trade your streets of gold\\nFor any down here, in the cold.\\nThere was a time, we hoped you d live.\\nNot yow life to the Lost Cause give;\\nBut human hopes are tinged with fears.\\nAnd ofttimes wash d away with tears.\\nThe world was once all light to me.\\nAnd then, sweet hope it lighter made;\\nIn each fair form I thought to see\\nBeauties that would not fade,\\n[looj", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "lOI\\nIn each fair flower that softly bloomed\\nSo lovely to the gazer s eye,\\nI little thought that they were doomed\\nTo wither and to die.\\nAs mind matnrer grew with years,\\nExperience sadly taught to me\\nThat human hopes are tinged with fears-\\nLost in Eternity.\\nYours Truly\\nNovember 13, 1899.", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "o. Dvn. a-iLLTj^s/di,\\n^MANUFACTURER OF THE\\nJlerfet^t ^eg! Eed Spring\\n213 NORTH FIFTH STREET,\\nCbtarlottesville, Va..\\nPHONE, No. 425\\nFor Dry Goods and Notions,\\nCarpets, Oil Cloths, and Mat-\\ntings, go to\\nDICKERSON RICHARDSON,\\n204 East Main Street,\\nCharlottesville, Va.\\nIf You Want to Save MONEY on\\n(3ent8 ^j^umi8bino\\n^i\u00c2\u00bbrrft\u00c2\u00ab^^^ ^^st /IRain Street,\\niF. i^i^toman, GbarlottesvUle, ^a.", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "T. J -WIILiLS So CO.,\\nI.O W PRICES.\\nWHOLESALE AND RETAIL GROCERS\\nFIELD SEEDS AND FERTILIZERS.\\nOpp. P. O. MAIN SECOND STS.\\n;^]V[aphis\\nPHILPOTTS\\nFOR-\\n2^5 GOOD OYSTERS, GAME\\nill AND QUICK MEALS\\nKELLER GEORGE,\\nCHARIvOTTESVILLK, VA\\nCARDS ENGRAVED. OUT GLASS.", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "J:^ DRUGGIST\\nPost-Offlce Building, CHARLOTTESVILLE, VA.\\nAgent for WOOD SON S GARDEN SEEDS.\\nEverything in nwn\\nCHINA, GLASSWARE,\\nHOUSE FURNISHINGS,\\nDOLLS, TOYS, Etc., Etc., at\\nCOVINOTON Sz PKYXON S,\\n208 E. Main Street, Charlottesville, Va.\\nThe Leterman Company\\n...DEPAMXMENT STORE...\\nx]THE PEOPLE S PR0YIDER8I\\nMoney-Savers for all. One-Price Y. M. B. 0. D.\\nC. S. BRUCE CO.,\\nWholesale Grocers,\\n200-202 ^W. MAIIS SXREEX,\\nCHARLOTTESVILLE, VIRGINIA.", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "DEC 19 1899", "height": "3384", "width": "2101", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3374", "width": "1948", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2379", "jp2-path": "originalpoemsspi00payn_0112.jp2"}}