{"1": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\nD0DDE7 =i7T3a", "height": "2943", "width": "1888", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "v^^-V v^-v v-^-;/\\n;iffii^o V", "height": "2818", "width": "1872", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "k.\\nO\\n0^ .vLVtL v^ \u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00abo.\\nV^", "height": "2865", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2865", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2896", "width": "1686", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2865", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2896", "width": "1686", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2855", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2875", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "GREENWOOD\\nMEDITATIONS AMONG THE TOMBS\\nBY I\\nDANIEL PELTON\\nThe boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,\\nAnd all that beauty, all that wealth e ergave.\\nAwait alike th inevitable hour\\nThe paths of glory lead but to the grave.\\nGray.\\nVol I.\\nNEW YORK\\nW. L. ALLISON COMPANY, Publishers", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "TWO Copies receiveo.\\nlibrary of CoBfrttfc\\nOffice of tht\\nM*y 1 7 1900\\nl\u00c2\u00bbt\u00c2\u00abr of Copyrtelitu\\nSECOND COPY. /Olf/-^\\n.61690\\nCopyright, 1896,\\nAND 1899,\\nBY\\nDANIEIv PKIyTON.", "height": "2875", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "DcMcatiou.\\nTo those, if any, who chance to read this work\\nand enjoy it, must thank the dear companion\\nthat 1 made my wife, (the joy of my life and\\nhelper in my old age,) who imagined she had\\nfound treasure in it that I had never fondly\\nhoped to discover, and who insisted on making it\\npublic and to whom in justice I now dedicate\\nthis, my humble effort.\\nYours sincerely,\\nTHE AUTHOR,", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2875", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "T HAD never given much thought to the publica-\\ntion of iny poems, and so to leave it to others if\\nthey thought it worth while after my death but at\\nthe continuous request of my wife I put fortli tliis\\nselection, hoping to please some of my many friends\\nwho have expressed a desire to see some of my\\nworks most of them have been w- ritten years ago.\\nIn days whilom, when I drove my team afield try-\\ning to make two blades of grass grow where one had\\nbeen, or inoculating some barren tree to make it\\nproduce rich and luscious fruit. Born a rhythmer,\\namid sublimer scenes, the music of the spheres beats\\ntime against the raptured brain and poured sweet\\npoesy from the willing lips, and thus I wrote.\\nFor the better understanding of those who do not\\nremember it, I would tell them at the time Green-\\nwood was written there were two entrances, one for\\nfunerals and the other for visitors, w^e entered by\\nthe last named, near the Poets* Mound.", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2875", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nGREENWOOD.\\nPAtlE\\nPoets Mound 13\\nInvocation. Mc Donald Clark 15\\nEulogy 17\\nThe Indian Mound 19\\nGeorge W. Browne s Tomb 22\\nThe Pomp of Wealth 24\\nThe Infant s Grave 26\\nMary C. Dike and John R. Paxton 38, 29\\nMrs. Mary Paxton 30\\nChildhood and Age 31\\nThe Thought of Death 33\\nThe Funeral 34\\nThe Keeper s Lodge 36\\nLamentation 37\\nThe Beggar 38\\nThe Curse of Intemperance, 39\\nBay Grove Hill 40\\nReflections on the Wickedness of New York 41\\nWilliam Burbank and De Witt Clinton 44, 45\\nVirginia Mingaiy and Dr. Wainwright 46, 47\\nCharlotte Cauda 48\\nSamuel D. Scudder 49\\nRichardson 50\\nThe Volunteer Officers 51\\nBattle Hill 53\\nMy Counti-y s Flag 54\\nA. L. F. Cowdrey 55\\nSamuel J. Gillespie 56\\nThe Pilot 57\\nVictor Marcet 59\\nTrue Happiness 60\\nGeorge and Albert Swan 63\\nMoses Kimball 63\\nCozzens 64\\nJohn M. Bruce 65\\nOcean Hill 66\\nFamily Burying-Grounds 67\\nThe Indian Spirit 69\\nDavid Hale 71\\n7", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "8 CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nRev. David Abeel 72\\nFrederic Place 73\\nOn the death of Emma Mott 74\\nJonathan Goodhue 76\\nDetached Thought 77\\nDr. Mitchell 86\\nChancellor Kent 88\\nHarpers 89\\nGerman Grounds 90\\nThe Pilgrim Fathers 91\\nPublic Lots 93\\nPiero Maroncelli 93\\nItaly 94\\nAn Invective against Tyranny 95\\nDinah Depuv 96\\nFountain Hill 97\\nThe Firemen s Monument 98\\nThe Evil of Insubordination 100\\nConclusion 101\\nConcluding Elegy. 102\\nMISCELLANEOUS POEMS.\\nDire Winter Rules the Dreary Realm 107\\nFlow Gently, Sweet Wave 109\\nThe Clove 110\\nThe Rainbow 112\\nThe Setting Star 114\\nThe Seasons all Must Own their Bounds 116\\nI ve Seen the Sullen Winter Sun 117\\nThe Poetry of Nature 118\\nI ll Never Strike the Lyre Again 119\\nIf Mary will but Smile 120\\nThe Complaint 121\\nThose Earlv Walks that we Have Taken 122\\nThe Echo of Home 123\\nWoman s Heart 125\\nTime 126\\nMary 127\\nThe Old Cruser Burying-Place 128\\nThe Storm 129\\nTo Laura Pelton 130\\nMy Old Shoes 132\\nTo Sophie 134", "height": "2875", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. 9\\nPAGE\\nFriendship, To Samuel Burger 135\\nTlie Kiss 136\\nOn the Death of My Little Dog Lily 137\\nOh, Loveliest Star of Night that Shines 138\\nMy Jennie s Grave 140\\nOh, Jennie Dear Oh, Jennie Dear 143\\nBut Still I Know My Jennie s Dead 144\\nOn the Death of Mrs. Burkman s Darling Child 145\\nOn the Death of Josephine 147\\nOn the Death of Emma Mott 148\\nI Would not Have Thee Back, My Love 149\\nOn tlie Death of Mamie E. Benedict Basinger 150\\nMemory, On the Death of Mamie E. Benedict Basinger. 151\\nWritten Valentine s Day After the Death of 152\\nOn the Deatli of Peter the Flower Boy 154\\nOn the Deatli of Andrew Jackson Downing 156\\nTo the Memory of Barns 157\\nTo Mary 158\\nThe Western Hunter 159\\nThere Is an Arm to Save 163\\nCome, Jesu, Kind and Loving God 163\\nOn Recovei ing from Sickness, March, 1859 164\\nWritten for the Orphan Children s Home 166\\nThe Lamb of Calvarv 168\\nIs this My Mary s Home 169\\nThou, Who of Hope could Fondly Sing 170\\nTlie Stolen Lock 171\\nThink I can t Love when Far Away 173\\nRepentance 173\\nThe Passions Burning 174\\nI cannot Boast of Love Divine. (To Sophie) 175\\nOn Finding a Dead Swallow 176\\nThe Wish 177\\nDryads, I have Lost My Love 178\\nTo Jenny H 180\\nTo Cupid 181\\nA Sonnet 182\\nYe Little Birds Awake no Note 183\\nLove ,184\\nI Never Told Thee that I Loved 185\\nTo Isabel 186\\nHear Me Hear Me Isabel 187\\nWhy Should My Rose Neglected Lie 188\\nThat Happy Time Will Come, Mary 189", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "10 CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nYoung Malinda 190\\nSee How Matilda Scorns My Love 192\\nTo Isabel 193\\nStill I Love Thee 194\\nTo Camilla 195\\nTo Mary 196\\nTo Chloe 197\\nThe Maid of Rahway 199\\nThe Maid of Old Town 201\\nTo Sophie. I have Thought of Tliee a Thousand Times. 203\\nTo Sophie 204\\nThe Girl I Love so Dearly 205\\nBiddy Young 206\\nTo Miss INIary L. Pelton 208\\nMy Island Maid 210\\nThe Battle of Inkermann 211\\nCrittendon the Cuban Patriot 213\\nAn Eulogvon my Old Cat Pink, Born March 30th,\\n1886, Died, December 25th, 1849 215\\nAway My Muse 316\\nThe Spring Rain 217\\nNow I Have Learned in Love to Appear 218\\nIn Answer to a Ladv who Wanted an Introduction. 219\\nDid You ever Marry Yet 220\\nFull Many a Lass I ve Loved 221\\nVALENTINES.\\n1. I Need not Tell My Sophie 222\\n2. To Sophie. The South Wind is Blowing 228\\n3. Long as I Hear the Feathered Tribes. (To Sophie). 224\\n4. So Stands the Elm. (To Marv) 225\\n5. Tell Me Tell Me (To Isabel) 226\\n6. Blest Be Thy Choice 227\\nFOR ALBUMS.\\n1. My Album is My Heart s Recorder 228\\n2. We of Ourselves are but a Point to Start 228\\n3. Wealth and Honor Youtli and Beaut} 228\\n4. Long May this Verse Your Vision Bless 229\\n5. Pardon Me, Dear Friend, if I Presume 229\\n6. In Flattering Verse to Jingle Charlotte s Name 229\\n7. When Wasting Time has Swept this Hand Away. 230\\n8. Dear Lady, though You Bid Me Write 280\\n9. Like Eden this may Bloom so Fair. 280", "height": "2875", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "GREENWOOD.\\nAugust 2M, 1850.\\nHow dull the morn, the low ring curtains shed\\nA fitting gloom for visiting the dead\\nIt brings tliose serious thoughts upon a brow\\nWhere ruthless time has scarcely drawn a plow,\\nAnd brings deep musing o er the burning brain,\\nYet tis not joyless though tis charged with pain.\\nBy land my steed shall draw me on tlie way;\\nBy steamers wafted where the waters sway\\nMy sister shall my solemn journey tend\\nMy dear companion and my loveliest friend.\\nIntent my thoughts upon the expected shore,\\nCareless we pass where oft we ve passed before.\\nTill at the gate, O saored spot we stand\\nWhere sister hills stand linked on either hand.\\n11", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "12 GREENWOOD.\\nTurn d to the left we take the toar around\\nAnd pass the lake a heavenly spot of ground.\\nHere Art to Nature lends a moulding hand,\\nAnd grassy verdure carpets all the land\\nThe scattering fountain would to sunbeams tell\\nThat art can nature in one point excel.", "height": "2875", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Mcdonald clauee. 13\\nPOETS MOUND.\\nAnd now the Poets Mound awakes my lyre,\\nTunes ev ry string, and sets ray soul on fire\\nTo aid my pen no fancied muse I call.\\nCome, Thou Great Spirit Governor of all\\nInspire my verse and tune the vocal lyre,\\nWho sent the Seraph with the living fire\\nAnd should my verse a heavenly thought impart,\\nClose not the ear, and harden not the heart.\\nAnd who lies here What genius does it own\\nIs this poor Clarke that s raised this costly stone\\nToo proud to beg the bread he crav d,\\nNone ever heard him groan,\\nAnd thus he starv d when in his grave\\nThey mock him with a stone.\\nIf he was worthy of historic praise.\\nIf his own merit such a stone could raise,", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "14 POETS MOUND.\\nWas he not worthy of the bread he crav d,\\nTill raging hunger into madness rav d\\nSeek not perfection in the tuneful Choir,\\nTis torturing fortune sets the soul on fire.\\nThe poet is a harp unstrung till adverse fate\\nHas soften d, fired, or filled the soul with hate.", "height": "2875", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Mcdonald clarep. 15\\nINVOCATION.\\nCome holy spirit of my song,\\nAnd crown my lyre with bays,\\nWhile forgetting other sacred dead,\\nI sing McDonald s praise.\\nSpectre shades, and spirits dire,\\nIn fancy cross the mind.\\nWhile airy forms as bright as fire,\\nFloat round on wdngs of wind.\\nWithin this lone enchanting vale,\\nStill dost thy spirit stay\\nOr has it left this wicked world\\nFor calmer realms away\\nTo that far distant land\\nTo seek that unknown bourne.\\nWho pined amid a social world,\\nA spirit all forlorn.", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "16 INVOCATION.\\nCome! pour thy spirit on my verse,\\nThy wild poetic fire,\\nTo mingle in my solemn strain,\\nOh, grant thy friend s desire", "height": "2875", "width": "1783", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Mcdonald clarke. 17\\nEULOGY.\\nThe tears bedew my cheerless eyes,\\nFor whose with pity would not start,\\nTo think upon the mournful fate\\nThat has awaited Sandy Clarke.\\nI ve often heard men call him mad,\\nAnd say dark spirits on him tend\\nThe mean excuse did make them glad,\\nThat then they need not him befriend.\\nIf it were so, then make me mad!\\nThe change shall make my soul grow glad,\\nTwill leap beyond control.\\nIn broken ridges, grand, and rude.\\nHis harp sonorous tun d the song\\nWith eagle glance his thoughts protrude\\nThus madly rolled his verse along.", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "18 EULOGY.\\nLook thou for calm serenity,\\nWhen gath ring storms around us rise\\nTis grandeur then like storms to be\\nWhen lightnings flash athwart the skies.\\nThough long oppressed by poverty,\\nYet he from wealth did ever flee,\\nAnd pin d within his soul.\\nHis soul was like the mountain tide,\\nThat peaceful through the plain might glide.\\nBut when o er rocks and ridges driven\\nIts roar is echoed far and wide.\\nIlis flight is check d, liis debt is paid.\\nThe conqueror bade the curfew toll\\nThat Highland face is now a shade,\\nAnd eyes that spoke a gen rous soul.\\nThose eyes that shone so radiant bright,\\nReflecting Heaven s pure azure light.\\nAt length have reached their goal.", "height": "2880", "width": "1736", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE INDIAN MOUND.\\nWuAT figure strange upon this tomb I trace?\\nIt is no image of our Saxon race,\\nA swelling heart that s laboring in its grief,\\nThat would not weep lest it should find relief\\nIowa s chief, it seems, and can this be\\nSo late in bloom, thy lov d Dohumme.\\nSo late a maid, so late a bride.\\nIs this the end of human pride?\\nA daughter of a hunter wild.\\nAn Indian wife, a chieftain s child.\\nEnough they would not have it said\\nThat tears were to her tribute paid.\\nRest in the soil that once w^as thine,\\nThou last fair image of a glorious line.\\nCompar d with Afric s sons how bless d\\nIn freedom s grave to find a rest\\n19", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "20 THE INDIAN MOUND.\\nMajestic bright ning in decline,\\nLike setting stars that brighter shine,\\nThy dust bears record of thy fame\\nWithout one spot to blast thy name\\nBut still the negro lives the scorn\\nOf those whose burdens long he s borne,\\nAnd yields his sons to slavery\\nWhom righteous heaven ordained as free.\\nBut these in time may yet assert their right,\\nAnd, joined with foreign and Confederate might,\\nWith streams of blood may dye the Southern plain,\\nAnd Sparta call for Athens aid in vain.\\nOh, brothers brothers while I plead with thee,\\nWilt thou not hear the cries of Slavery\\nIf not the negro can thy pity move,\\nThink of thy race, and own a brother s love.\\nShall Slavery s weeds choke up fair freedom s soil.\\nAnd freemen s labor weigh gainst slavery s toil?\\nShall Southern votes for the dumb negro pass*\\nAnd the free Northman vote not for his ass?\\nShall few great planters fill the fertile plain\\nAnd beach or crag is all the poor can gain\\nShall one proud lordling his poor negroes drive\\nWhere many freemen well might live and thrive?\\nThe slave owners put in two votes for every five slaves\\nthey owned, and so got representation for slaves.", "height": "2880", "width": "1736", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE INDIAN MOUND. 21\\nShall this weak point tempt some proud mighty foe,\\nWhere train d in strength might deal the offensive\\nblow,\\nAnd hand in hand might move the public weal\\nWith hearts of firmness, and with fronts of steel?\\nBut, my dear friends, let me no wrath excite\\nTis mine alone the mournful tale to write.\\nWhen Heaven the curse of slavery would shovsr\\nShe gave the pen to Harriet Beecher Stowe.", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "GEORGE W. BROWNE S TOMB.\\nAs up the hill we bend our winding way\\nWhere rival tombs their vaults, their fronts, display,\\nNow, generous Xanthus, lightly tread,\\nFor here are laid the sacred dead\\nThou steed of proud Eclipse s strain,\\nThou has not drawn that blood in vain\\nBut check awhile that smouldering fire\\nThat proves thee of a noble sire.\\nWhat massive weight is heaped upon the dead\\nWhat gaudy show around their tombs are shed\\nMore wealth than worth is often gather d here,\\nAnd lying tombstones o er their graves uprear\\nTheir anxious friends to cover every fault\\nRear the high tomb, or decorate the vault\\nThe conscious world in silence passing by.\\nPity their faults, nor chide the lifeless lie.\\n22", "height": "2880", "width": "1736", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "GEORGE W. BROWNE S TOMB. 23\\nNow on a Gothic pile I rest my feasting eyes,\\nWith flnial plume, and tiles cut diamond- wise.\\nWith gabled front, and quatrefoil relief,\\nWith buttress firm, it stood awhile the chief.\\nAnd still it may with costlier structures vie,\\nAnd stand in time a proud antiquity.", "height": "2881", "width": "1722", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "THE POMP OF WEALTH.\\nAs o er the Hill Avith solemn pace and slow,\\nThe wond ring eyes behold the vale below\\nWhat wealth lies sqiiander d o er the vulgar dead,\\nWhat health, what comfort might its powers have\\nspread\\nThis adds no comfort to the senseless dead,\\nBut by its bloom our living pride is fed\\nTis here their family wealth and taste are shown,\\nAnd merit told of\u00e2\u0080\u0094 elsewhere never known\\nWhere weakness and vanity these tombs uprear.\\nPride triumphs oft where sorrow claims a tear.\\nHeaven takes small note whence comes or goes the\\nclay.\\nYet man will heap up stone that scarcely will de-\\ncay,\\nWell pleased we see these mighty structures rise.\\nYet Egyptian follies wisely all despise\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n24", "height": "2880", "width": "1736", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE POMP OF WEALTH. 25\\nThey by their tyrants mighty labors wrought,\\nWe by a system with oppression fraught.\\nThe pomp of sorrow is frozen wealth s display,\\nIn burst of pride its grandeur seems to say,\\nHere lies the great, great dust beneath this stone,\\nA trumping chronicle that fame has never known.\\nYes this is more than common dust\\nDust made sacred by a soul\\nHeaven consecrated with a holy trust\\nThis vacant hall the Heavens may still enrolL", "height": "2850", "width": "1717", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "THE INFANT S GRAVE.\\nSee o er yon new-made grave the mother weeps\\nWith dewy tears the new-laid clods she steeps;\\nThus loud she wails while bent down on the grass,\\nShe hears no trampling, sees no strangers pass.\\nTis from our birth we re doom d to feel this smart.\\nThe fairest flowers are soonest to depart.\\nTheir infant days alone to us are given,\\nThey only bud on earth to bloom in heaven.\\nBut the fell spirits that from hell proceed,\\nDwell long on earth, and many a wanton deed\\nShows their dark course while here on earth they\\ndwell,\\nAnd plainly mark their downward track to hell.\\nAh happy are they that die in their childhood.\\nTheir memory s with joy and their end is in bliss,\\nFor if there s an offering in Heaven accepted\\nFrom Adam s curs d seed tis an offering like this.\\n2G", "height": "2828", "width": "1746", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE INFANTS GRAVE. 27\\nFor we still are deceived by the memory of child-\\nhood,\\nFor youth has its pain that s unknown to age\\nThe thorns are all gone where the roses once stood,\\nAnd onward are battles we dread to engage.\\nLike the echo that reverberates from the mountain s\\nrough border\\nHow sweetly it plays upon Fancy s pleased ear\\nThus the scenes of our childhood by memory s re-\\ncorder\\nHave sweetened ev ry smile, and softened each tear.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "MARY C. DIKE.\\nHere violent death has called forth violent grief\\nAnd let them wail, if wailing gives relief-\\nLet not their grief thy timeless mirth amuse,\\nOr artless love spelt by the unlettered muse.\\n28", "height": "2828", "width": "1746", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "JOHN R. PAXTON\\nAs o er the hill we bend our doubtful way,\\nWe pass where kindred bones now mouldering\\nlay-\\nBut all are kindred, kindred to the dust,\\nAnd worse than dust without that heavenly trust.\\n29", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "MRS. MARY PAXTON.\\nI WOULD weep for thee, Mary,\\nBut thou art happy now\\nA spirit light and airy\\nThought cannot mar thy brow.\\nFor thou art gone, Mary,\\nAnd left this world behind\\nWhere sorrows only vary\\nAnd cares oppress the mind.\\nBut we will meet again, Mary,\\nAnd our kindred spirits dwell,\\nLike the visions of a fairy\\nAnd naught will break the spelL\\n30", "height": "2828", "width": "1746", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "CHILDHOOD AND AGE.\\nHow often memory throws its rays\\nBuck on our early chilcUiood days\\nBeguiles our thoughts with painted joy,\\nNor aught is felt of life s alloy.\\nBut childish thoughts, and childhood s days\\nHave had their joys and had their blaze,\\nAnd toil began, and cares crept in,\\nAnd selfish thoughts led on to sin.\\nWe plough with care, we sow with pride,\\nOur pride increased with every stride\\nThe golden crops despise the plough\\nOh God in Heaven, protect us now.\\n31", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE THOUGHT OF DEATH.\\nWhat noble structures of human art on every side\\nare spread\\nWithin this labyrinth of monuments, this city of the\\ndead\\nBut harli, I hear a toll, it is a funeral bell.\\nIt seems a warning spirit from yonder distant dell.\\nWe should not fear that warning, nor dread the con-\\nqueror s strife.\\nFor living in the fear of death is not the true end\\nof life\\nBut listening to our conscience, let it direct our ways,\\nThen happier shall pass our life in peace shall end\\nour days.\\nSolemn gloom, why do we dread the grave?\\nFear we to rest where there s an arm to save\\nA long dark passage to an unknown bourne,\\nThe cheerless prospect of a distant morn", "height": "2828", "width": "1746", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE THOUGHT OF DEATH. 33\\nThe thoughts of death the bliss of life alloy\\nWrapt in himself man might himself destroy\\nForgetful still that life alone was given\\nTo smooth our path, and fit our soul for heaven;\\nIn virtue s path will we our vigil keep,\\nHow many nights are crowned with downy sleep!\\nIf for the soul we strive its health to save,\\nMay we not hope for comfort in the grave\\nSwift flies the time when winged by silken joy,\\nEre dewy fogs the ambient air destroy\\nBut swifter far must be its flight in death\\nAs death is stiller than our vital breath.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "THE FUNERAL.\\nHere comes a priest the funeral pomp to grace\\nWith costly scarf and sanctity of face.\\nOh holy men, can ye receive the gift\\nWhere poverty is making many a shift\\nWill ye still hover where the arrow sped,\\nAnd stoop ignobly to despoil the dead\\nYe, who to sorrow still might lend a charm,\\nAnd bathe the wounded with a healing balm\\nHere comes the hearse all blackened o er with pall\\nIt is a mother that Heaven was pleased to call.\\nOh! holy name,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 father, sister, brother,\\nAll combined ye are much less than mother.\\nOh thou to whom we owe our very life,\\nThe kind protectress of our infant strife,\\nAnd still through life our kind protectress found,\\nAll that s of thee must have a holy sound.\\nFortune sets mad the world with hate or fame\\nBut still the mother ever is the same.\\n34", "height": "2828", "width": "1746", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE FUNERAL. 35\\nOh! what a loss at any age is this\\nTo youth how needful, and to age what bliss,\\nTo have a mother living to engage\\nThe kind affection due her wasting age.\\nThough thy dead mother may rejoicing be,\\nYet, little children, I would weep for thee.\\nFor w^ell I know that when those eyes were sealed\\nThou bore a wound that never can be healed.\\nSo must it be and we must learn to bend,\\nThankful that mera ry still some joy can lend.\\nThrough the long train there s many a coach at-\\ntends\\nThat bears its burden, but that bears no friends.\\nThey came to ride, or came the time to wile.\\nAnd in their joy cannot suppress the smile.\\nNo stranger s tears need on the bier attend,\\nNor secret sighing aid a weeping friend\\nBut smile not here, lest in some coming liour\\nYe w^ant those smiles that then will mock your\\npow er.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "THE KEEPER S LODGE.\\nTuRX from these tombs and yonder cottage view\\nWith battened sides rough as the forest grew\\nNot to decay nor of a human plan\\nIt seems of nature an older growth than man.\\nAnd that old bell that hangs in yonder tower\\nTolls o er the dead with more than mortal power,\\nAnd warns sublime, if warning we will hear,\\nTo live in justice, and our Maker fear.\\nStill, as I hear that solemn knell.\\nIt has a thrilling, deep ning sound\\nIt does the fading memory swell\\nOf friends that lie beneath the ground.\\nTo keep the pass an ancient figure bends,\\nLike fancied Peter on the gate attends.\\nNow turn d this cot, this loveliness I leave,\\nTo plunge mid death and revel as I grieve.\\n96", "height": "2828", "width": "1746", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "LAMENTATIOK\\nOh brilliant genius still consign d,\\nIt works upon the thoughtful mind\\nTo see the choice of death.\\nThe brightest fire is soonest laid,\\nThe fairest flower is first to fade,\\nThe sweet, the shortest breath.\\nThe lilies, blooming sweet and fair,\\nWith fragrance load the ambient air,\\nAnd all their charms confess.\\nAll feel the rapture of delight,\\nThe transport of the sense and sight,\\nAnd none would wish it less.\\nYet all that joyous scent and bloom,\\nIs but its passage to the tomb\\nThe onward march of death.\\nThe mind is but a burning flame,\\nThough bright it sparkles into fame,\\nMust die at every breath.\\n37", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "THE BEGGAR.\\nWhat ghastly form has caught ray pitymg eyes.\\nNor worth, nor merit, in his cause replies.\\nWith liquid fire his half-clad limbs would warm,\\nBy heaven forsook to ruin nature s form.\\nFor such as these oft charity deceives.\\nAnd such alone the generous man relieves\\nWhere merit pines she trusts no soi did powers\\nTis for a nobler heart and freer hand than ours.\\nBut try not these by men s severest laws.\\nFor Heaven in mercy long has judged thy cause.\\n38", "height": "2828", "width": "1746", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE CURSE OF INTEMPERANCE.\\nAn worse than war, more fatal to the soul,\\nThat still deceiving, ever-maddeningbowl\\nThe widow groans, the suffering orphan cries,\\nThe shrewd grow rich where reckless folly flies\\nThe inebriate s drink can drown his grief as well\\nAs sin on earth can pay the debt of hell\\nTheir health destroyed, their blameless offspring\\ndooms,\\nAnd fill our graveyards with their early tombs.\\nYet there are they who advocate its cause,\\nAnd call it good that wars with nature s laws.\\nWhat wretched want, what damning sins we see,\\nIs easy traced, curst Alcohol to thee.\\nIt slacks our nerves, and lumbers up our course.\\nAnd brings old age with double speed and force.\\nStill round the tour the fairest tombs display.\\nLike the bright honors of tlie milky wav.\\n39", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "BAY GROVE HILL.\\nWhile o er the tombs I see yon prospect smile,\\nHere will I pause, and pausing muse the while.\\nA pleasing sight to see those stately sail\\nThe peaceful nation s voluntary bail.\\n40", "height": "2828", "width": "1746", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "REFLECTIONS ON THE WICKEDNESS OF\\nNEW YORK.\\nThough freighted with the commerce of all crime,\\nAnd so it s been from record s euiiiest time,\\nFrom port to port they ride the world around,\\nAnd bless and curse where er they touch the ground.\\nOh, City of my birth, could virtue see\\nThe crime, the folly rooted deep in thee.\\nThe midnight revel, and the rambler s den.\\nThose scenes of whoredom, and of wicked men,\\nThose shiidd ring scenes would drive her from your\\nstrand.\\nAnd in her fright scarce raise a helping hand.\\nNow one black scene stands pictured to my view,\\nThe scene all fancy, but the fancy true\\nIn a back hall, an alley leads the way,\\nRemote from justice, and shut out from day.\\nCareless alike if passing night or day\\nThe eager gambler feasts upon his prey\\n41", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "42 ON THE WICKEDNESS OF NEW YORK.\\nAll pale, the youth would from his power be free\\nToo weak for conquest, and too spent to flee\\nTis not enough his pockets he would drain,\\nBut sends him out to seek unlawful gain.\\nHe goes unwilling, but with hope to shun\\nThe punishment for crimes already done.\\nTill, stumbling short, his arrant course is run\\nThe wretched mother mourns her ruined son.\\nThus folly leads and vice pursues the way,\\nAnd night will shield those deeds too dark for day,\\nTill Truth breaks in, and, with his arm of might.\\nDispels those clouds, and rears his throne of right.\\nSad is the thought, but would I alter Oh no\\nToo loath we are to leave this world of woe.\\nWhere all are sinners, sinners from our birth.\\nAnd all must sin while journeying here on earth.\\nFor social laws draw men into a throng\\nAnd selfish rights makes each his fellow wrong.\\nThose few hours to virtue given.\\nAre like the gems that shine in heaven,\\nAnd own their Deity\\nAs swift around his throne they fly,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "ON THE WICKEDNESS OF NEW YORK. 43\\nYet how small the space wherein they lie\\nCompared with all the sky\\nShould Heaven in vengeance wreak its wrath again,\\nThis might be found a City of the Plain.\\nBut stay thine arm, Oh, Heavenly Father, spare\\nThink of the babes, remember Nineveh.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "f\\nWILLIAM BURBANK.\\nWho reared this haughty obelisk on high\\nIt mocks at death and would insult the sky.\\nCould ye not show him in an humbler form,\\nWho fell the victim of a raging storm,\\nWhere Duston s worth and valor could not save,\\nBut still pursued him to his very grave?\\nBut the dear man who now we hope s in bliss,\\nTis well to know he had no hand in this.\\nWhile they were carrying Captain Duston to the\\ngrave, who commanded the steamer in which Burbank\\nwas lost, there came up a most violent squall.\\n44", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "DE WITT CLINTON\\nHere rests awhile within this vault,\\nA statesman that could never halt\\nIs this the end of thy desire,\\nPoor ashes of ambitious fire\\nThe evil still pursues thy name,\\nThe good forgets to give thee fame\\nToo loud thy foes while yet they live\\nWho thou in life their due could give\\nBut, as the smouldering ember dies,\\nThy faults shall sink, thy fame shall rise,\\nAnd with its brazen throat shall sound\\nA blast to ring the world around\\nA monument that s all thy own\\nNot like the silent mossy stone.\\nDefying Time s corroding power,\\nAnd blooming like a heavenly flower.\\n45", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "VIRGINIA MINGARY\\nThis obelisk confesses causeless fright,\\nThe rage of fear, and ruin s mad delight\\nPrudence is wisdom when not turned to fear,\\nBut fear is ruin in its mad career.\\nHe early took them that so lately gave\\nShort from the womb he rock d them to the grave.\\nI think I hear ye ask, Why all these babes\\nMad unbelief have filled these early graves\\nBut, curious man, what would ye not know\\nOf ill nor think of good the Heavens bestow.\\nAlike in youth, alike in age.\\nAlike the scholar and the sage\\nThis warning dire should warn us all\\nThat death on any soon may call.\\nA false alarm of fire in school caused the death of these\\nchildren and about seventy others.\\n46", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "DR. WAINWRIGHT.\\nSee yonder tabular that stands below\\nFoolhardy madness in a man does show,\\nWho sported with poison, tampered with a snake.\\nAnd fooled his life with nothing good at stake.\\n47", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "CHARLOTTE CANDA.\\nTurn d to the left, I seek the intricate round,\\nWhere Charlotte Canda decorates the ground,\\nLike Sirius, fairest of the starry line.\\nYet death seems setting on that heavenly shrine\\nAll tombs around are in its splendor lost,\\nAnd all must bow before its mighty cost.\\nYet who would envy, who would take her place,\\nThough not possessed of any wealth or grace.\\nThe dread of pain, tenacity of life,\\nIncrease with woe, and feed on mortal strife\\nIn vain the roses round her bloom.\\nVain may the polished marble shine,\\nIn vain the sculptured image show\\nCharlotte in life almost divine.\\nStill all is night beneath the gorgeous tomb.\\nAnd the black grave wears the same dismal gloom.\\nThou lovely flower, too delicate for earth,\\nTis only strange such beauty here had birth\\nSupine it fell before the autumnal blast\\nTo rise to Heaven when wintry storms have passed.\\n48", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "SAMUEL D. SCUDDER.\\nShort was thy mission, blameless child of God.\\nWeep, Ceylon weep, o er Greenwood s greedy sod,\\nThe grave thy cradle for thy rest on earth.\\nThy tomb a manger for celestial birth.\\nThy education fits thee for the sky,\\nTwas not in vain it taught thee how to die.\\nHeaven s true wealth beyond false fortune lies.\\nMen may grow great but never can grow wise\\nWealth and honor may conspire in vain\\nTo seize by force what humbler mortals gain.\\nFortune, oft false, was not to him untrue.\\nAnd fame, unsought, a wreath upon him threw.\\n49", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "RICHARDSON.\\nYon gloomy pillar through the thickets lower,\\nAnd seems the relic of a stone of power.\\nTo Odin s praise by rude barbarians given,\\nAs dark and cheerless as their hope of Heaveiic\\n50", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE VOLUNTEER OFFICERS.\\nAee tliese tlie conquerors, this the trophy gave!\\nThey fought for glory, and they won a grave\\nSuch fate awaits those chiefs that love to roam,\\nAnd deal destruction to a happy home.\\n51", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "BATTLE HILL.\\nBut once these hills were stained with guiltless\\nblood,\\nSuch blood and tears as made a second flood\\nWhat time the British legions trod our shore,\\nAnd filled Columbia s blameless land with gore.\\nTo arms to arms the fervent patriot cried,\\nTo arms to arms the generous youth replied\\nFrom every hill the clamorous sounds arise,\\nAnd the long peals ran echoing through the\\nskies\\nThe gray-haired veteran, and the man of God,\\nThe polished scholar and the clownish clod.\\nAll side by side join in the common cause\\nTo save their country, and their country s laws\\nThemselves the bulwark tyrants would destroy,\\nAnd won the freedom which we now enjoy.\\nThough many a soldier found an early grave.\\nHeaven sent a man our bleeding land to save\\n52", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "BATTLE HILL. 58\\nBrave as Achilles, as Ulysses wise,\\nWith Hector s virtues, to complete the prize\\nHis country s father, freedom s dearest son,\\nBeloved by all, immortal Washington\\nHe in the breeze, bade our proud banners fly,\\nAnd war-worn veterans shouted victory.\\nThey know alone what freedom cost,\\nWho fought in many a battle lost;\\nAnd, wearied, turned and fought again.\\nAnd saw their brethren bite the plain.\\nDesponding, wa-ecked, despoiled and driven,\\nThey met at length the smiles of Heaven\\nThen fled or fell the hireling slave.\\nEven then they feared a freeman s grave\\nThey drove their standards from the land.\\nAnd saw them drooping leave the strand\\nTall ships they reared, and their victorious stars.\\nTo grace the Heavens waves o er their giant spars.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "CUE COUNTRY S FLAG.\\nLet bards unborn display its future worth,\\nI ll sing the glory of its noble birth\\nPaul Jones, the first to rear those stripes on high,\\nMid shouting sailors, and a smiling sky.\\nDown came the stars, a voluntary aid,\\nAnd lent their lustre, and their tribute paid.\\nThen rushed to battle, gainst o erpo wering might.\\nOur valiant seamen still maintained the fight\\nThe sinking hull, half filled with blood and gore,\\nOld ocean murmured at the wreck he bore\\nWith grief the goddess saw stern Neptune s rage.\\nAnd would the favor of the god engage\\nWith skillful grace she undecked the ruined mast.\\nAnd on Britannia s made her darling fast\\nThen bore her wounded heroes from the deck.\\nThe greedy ocean swallowed up the wreck,\\nThe boarding tars with Heaven-strung fury plied.\\nThe vanquished foemen loud for quarter cried\\nThus reared in blood, to triumph over fears,\\nTwill float triumphant through a thousand years.\\nPaul Jones s victory.\\n54", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "A. L. F. COWDREY.\\nHere lies a man, one of a generous crew,\\nTo duty prompt, to noble passions true.\\nHis ardent breast, urged on by strong desire.\\nHas spent its rage, to check tlie rage of fire\\nHis weeping friends and comrades lield most dear\\nAll bruised and mangled brought his body here.\\nFar from the noise, the bustle, and the strife.\\nAnd all those scenes he held so dear in life.\\n55", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "SAMUEL J. GILLESPIE.\\nCome view this tomb, this emblem scan,\\nThe watchful dog, the faithful friend of man,\\nWith more than reason does his patience burn,\\nAnd burns for him that never can return.\\n56", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE PILOT.\\nNow round and round unwilling are we bore,\\nO er length of ground that we have trod before,\\nDetermined thus the like mishap to shun,\\nAt every turn we watch the lowering sun,\\nTill through the trees at distance we can spy,\\nA stately tomb high towering to the sky\\nHis tomb our guide whom friendship has placed\\no er\\nA much-loved pilot, but a guide no more\\nBy angry Neptune s reckless wrath decreed.\\nNor mortals could, nor Jove would intercede\\nO erpowering storms and tempests gathered o er,\\nAnd wrecked and ruined on a well-known shore.\\nFor he who strove while others quaked for fear,\\nAnd died for strangers strangers shed a tear.\\nO reckless death, on total ruin bent,\\nMen at thy call are from their duty sent\\n67", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "58 THE PILOT.\\nBut if to honor you can build up fame,\\nTo die on duty is the noblest name.\\nBut why will men thus hardy strive to live,\\nWhere their best fortune naught but life can give\\nMan, vain boaster, must yield when fate has sent.\\nAnd learn to bow to power that can t relent\\nAnd oft it haps the proudest ones we see\\nBending beneath a blind fatality\\nYet some would llee, and others trembling wait\\nThe soft still voice that warns them of their fate.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "VICTOR MARCET.\\nThus did Victor stand upon tlie brink,\\nAnd see his comrades sporting in the brine,\\nFull well he knew it was his fate to sink,\\nAnd that no arm could check the power divine.\\nYet in an unguarded evil hour.\\nHe fell the victim of the threat ning power.\\nFull many a squall without a cloud,\\nStrikes when our sails are spread,\\nWhile oft those ones that threaten loud.\\nBurst harmless o er our head.\\nTo think, to talk, may be the part of man\\nIlis actions all are of some heavenly plan.\\n59", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "TRUE HAPPINESS.\\nOh, life, thou path of rocks and thorns,\\nOr vainly struggling gainst the tide,\\nMan ever o er his folly mourns,\\nAnd only seeks the port of pride.\\nOh, could ye take what fortune yields,\\nAnd bless the bounteous hand that gives^\\nFor know what nature never shields.\\nThat thing with comfort never lives.\\nIn joyous youth, in age serene,\\nThere s bliss in ev ry peaceful scene.\\nIn ev ry age and state there s pain,\\nWhere rage and discord hold their reign.\\nThere s grandeur in the storm\\nThere s beauty in the shower\\nThere s loveliness amid the tears,\\nOf sorrow s pensive hour.\\n60", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "TRUE HAPPINESS. 61\\nThere s naught so innocent on earth,\\nThat is not mixed with gall\\nEven dewdrops hanging on the leaves,\\nMay wet you if they fall.\\nTrue happiness is in the mind,\\nNor can it dwell away,\\nDark discontent may gather clouds,\\nO er natures sunniest day.\\nTis death not life that brought me here to sing.\\nThe sudden change might break the tuneful string.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "GEORGE AND ALBERT SWAN.\\nWhat constellation breaks upon my sight,\\nTheir emblem s shining with an equal light\\nIn equal love and rival bloom they seem,\\nLike the lov d brothers of the Spartan Queen.\\nSleep brothers, sleep glad memory with thy\\nyouth,\\nAnd shed a light o er honor, love and truth.\\n62", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "MOSES KIMBALL.*\\nBehold again we meet another tomb,\\nOf that dire storm that fill d our land witli gloom\\nHow few escape destruction s deadly bows,\\nAnd pass unharmed this world of many woes\\nYet there s consolation mid that solemn gloom,\\nTo lay them decent in the funeral tomb.\\nConsign their spirits to a heavenly trust.\\nAnd mix their ashes with its parent dust.\\nTwixtthe soul and the body there s still an affinity.\\nThough the one is all carnal and the other divinity.\\nAs the soul pants for Heaven, so the heart pants for\\nearth.\\nEach for the place that it claims for its birth.\\nTis the instinct of life, by nature tis given,\\nDust unto dust, and spirit to heaven.\\nLost in the storm with Captain Dustou on the Steamer\\nAtlantic\\n63", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "COZZENS.\\nNor yet unseen must we desert the place\\nWhere stands a monument possess d of every grace\\nThese angel forms to fancy only known,\\nHere seem to breathe upon this sculpture^ stone.\\nThis skilful draft, though well it please the eye.\\nYet may it not offend the Deity\\nThough some good angel bids the spirit fly.\\nLeave earth and seek the regions of the sky,\\nYet be this truth a revelation known,\\n111 sets a spirit on a sombre stone.\\nBy various turns we seek the tower again.\\nTo gain a prospect of the distant main.\\n64", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "JOHN M. BRUCE.\\nAnd here s, my friends, an empty tomb\\nWhere death has never cast a gloom\\nFor virtues tried he s blessed with life.\\nWho calmly bore the business strife\\nAnd may no troubled sea invade,\\nTill calm he lies in Greenwood shade.\\n65", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "OCEAN HILL.\\nDelightful spot favor d of Heaven\\nWhat health, what strength in every breeze is given\\nHere heavenly showers their fertile influence pour,\\nAnd ocean s briny arms wash clean the shore\\nFavor d of Jove, what beauties here are spread.\\nFit place to live seems fit to lay the dead\\nOh shudd ring thought, beneath the miry sod.\\nSacred alone to some infernal god.\\nTo lay our friends where the muddy wave\\nIn wintry tempests mid the valleys rave.\\nThere fever reigns, health shuns the morbid spot,\\nAnd all that s human feels the canker rot\\nWho from such fate would not their body save\\nTis death to think of filling such a grave.\\nBut here all fear, all loathing here has fled,\\nWe seek a sweet communion with the dead,\\nAnd as we read on each historic tomb\\nWe d have them answer from their solemn gloomj", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "FAMILY BTJRYmG-GROUNDS.\\nOn their own farms some choose to rest their bones\\n(Nor think how few of parents farms their children\\nowns)\\nFor this they choose some lone sequester d hill,\\nToo drear for prospect, and too poor to till\\nThere frisking lambs dance at the close of day,\\nOr sporting heifers tear the sod away\\nBrambles and briers with tall weeds o ergrown,\\nAnd sunken graves is all of them that s known\\nTheir sacred memory can no more prevail\\nThey live in fancy of some ghostly tale\\nThe grudging ploughman craves the ground to till,\\nAnd grubs intrusive round the wasting hill;\\nStill sets his coulter towards the less ning mound,\\nTill leaning tombstones tumble on the ground,\\nNo more o er graves they fill with sacred awe,\\nBut serve for stepstones at the invader s door.\\n67", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "68 FAMILY BURYING-GROUNBS.\\nThus every trace ere long shall pass away\\nTheir sacred memory and their wasting clay.\\nAs far from this hill I can see o er the plain,\\nSo boundless its glory and long be its reign\\nAnd soon my dear country exulting shall be\\nThe joy of the land, and the pride of the sea.\\nA nation of learning, a nation sublime,\\nA nation of grandeur, a nation of crime.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE INDIAN SPIRIT.\\nYet in time what we are (liow strange does it seem)\\nIn history s page shall appear but a dream\\nAnd they of this land that now hold the sway,\\nShall be number d with those that have long\\npassed away.\\nWhere millions now live there may famish a few,\\nAnd the hunter again the lost chase shall renew\\nLet me sing when a boy, how my young fancy stray d,\\nTwas a vision of ghosts, but I was not afraid.\\nA spirit came and sat o er the grave,\\nWhere his fathers were gathered, and his bones\\nhad been laid\\nAnd he saw that the white man no relic would save\\nNor respect to his nation or kindred had paid\\nAnd he rejoiced when he thought that their spirits\\nwere free,\\nAnd none were there left, their bondsmen to be\\n69", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "70 THE INDIAN SPIElT.\\nBut still might they rove over desert and wild,\\nThe lovers of freedom, and nature s own child.\\nAnd nobly he thought they had played out their part,\\nThose old debts of vengeance they had honestly\\npaid\\nAnd friendship and gratitude those friends of the\\nheart.\\nThat an Indian forgot, it ne er could be said\\nAnd calmly he looked on the Great Spirit s plan,\\nHow each race in their turn can reach but their\\nspan,\\nAnd the soil that had borne his had taken its clay\\nAnd the Spirit that sent them had swept them away.\\nAnd the paleface had come and filled up their place,\\nAnd palaces built and torn up the soil.\\nEven Indian graves the last trace of his race.\\nAnd seek for no pleasure but the curses of toil.\\nAnd he pitied the white man who grovels from birth.\\nSlaves by their nature must still rend the earth.\\nAnd he would not have changed his wild spirit so\\nfree.\\nFor the life of a white man, though the noblest\\ncould be.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "DAVID HALE.\\nThis name alone might o er the heart prevail,\\nThy kinsman s memory honors David Hale\\nNor less thy sternness than the chief who fell,\\nTo know thy virtues, they must know thee well\\nOft underneath a crusty hard exterior,\\nThe heart is tender, kind, true, superior.\\nThe subtle false heart is always smooth,\\nThe slime that poisons first the victim soothes\\nThis stern dark stone is well erected here,\\nIts strength and grandeur triumph over fear\\nTo virtue true o er truth he held a rod,\\nAn honest man the noblest work of God.\\n71", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "REV. DAVID ABEEL.\\nJoy to that soul that sought to bless mankind,\\nThe only tie that here on earth could bind\\nThy fervent spirit would not let thee rest,\\nForever wandering and forever bless d\\nOh yet awhile may thy good spirit rove\\nAnd aid the mission of the man of love.\\nAnd now before my feasting eyes,\\nRich prospects spread around\\nThe teeming fields with verdure green,\\nThe sea with vessels crowned.\\nThe birds have all returned again,\\nAnd music fills the plain,\\nHow blest are they they know no past,\\nNor dread the future pain.\\nBy yonder tomb there stands a tree,\\nIts blooming roses to display,\\nBut on that plant you cannot see\\nThe roses that have passed away.\\n72", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "FREDERIC PLACE.\\nBut what is this that I behold\\nWhat ruin do I see?\\nThe broken column tliat marks the grave\\nOf a friend. Oh, sacred name to me\\nUpon its sides are marked around,\\nTo show liis friends lie near;\\nA few short months have swept away,\\nAll that his heart held dear.\\nBut one I see they have not mark d\\nThough memory dims with years,\\nStill round the mind forever clings\\nWhat youth to us endears.\\nFrederic, long departed boy.\\nCompanion of ray early joy\\nThy youth, thy beauty, and thy wit\\nLike distant meteors diraly flit.\\n73", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF EMMA MOTT.\\nOft have I seen my dearest friends depart,\\nAnd whilst I mourned received a second dart.\\nOf late the heart has been severely tried,\\nAnd can it be the accomplished Emma died\\nThis warning gloom is Heaven s gentlest sign\\nA gnomen set to cast a shade on time.\\nYe winds that o er old Ocean roar,\\nSigh when ye reach yon pensive shore.\\nYe fields, how can ye smile?\\nLong may the billows lash the shore\\nIn mournful dirge, for now no more\\nFair Emma glads thine isle.\\nSince Emma joined the sacred dead,\\nXanthus, half thy grace has fled\\nAll that to Heaven belongs.\\n74", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF EMMA MOTT. 75\\nShe fell us budding roses turns,\\nWhen hot the summer solstice burns,\\nAnd their young beauty wrongs.\\nAh! life, how transient is thy bliss\\nHow many shocks we feel like this\\nIIow false is all the show\\nAll that is lovely in its birth,\\nLeaves this sombre, cheerless earth,\\nJust as its charms we know.\\nBut Avhy complain of what is given.\\nOf seed that makes a growth for Heaven,\\nThat takes no dross of earth\\nFor God is good for all he gives,\\nAnd would that every soul that lives\\nShould profit by its birth.\\nThen, Emma, go in beauty s power,\\nAnd seek that amaranthine bower\\nAnd join those angel girls\\nFor what were Heaven with all its bliss\\nIf it were not for gifts like this\\nSuch tributes from its worlds.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "JONATHAN GOODHUE.\\nHow swarmed with goodness, here our neighbor\\nlies,\\nNeighbor to all, and kindred to the skies.\\nNot superbly great, but most supremely good.\\nThrough a long life his sacred honor stood.\\nBy wealth and fortune, severest test, was tried.\\nHe lived respected, and lamented died.\\nFarewell the prospect of the distant round,\\nOur business now is with the adjacent ground.\\n76", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "NEW GROUND.\\nDETACHED THOUGHT.\\nScatter d more wide the cheerless tombs are seen,\\nAnd pleasing nature spreads a brighter scene\\nAmid these tombs still must I turn to man,\\nAnd various thoughts arising, let me scan\\nWhat sudden change, just there fair Science teem,\\nStill law is here, and law will rule supreme\\nMan left to nature lives by natural laws.\\nThe social man to fellows pleads his cause;\\nAll rul d by laws, but rul d in different ways.\\nAnd only happy where the conscience sways.\\nWith wary hand deal out a freeman s power\\nLest ye may rue it in a trying hour.\\nFor some to rage, and some to love a fool.\\nWho rules himself, alone is fit to rule.\\nSupremely selfish ev ry man is right.\\nAnd till he s vanquished glories in his might.\\n77", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "78 NEW GROUND.\\nIn ev ry age he boasts superior skill,\\nStill man is man, and so he ever will\\nNor less his strength, nor of degenerate size,\\nTo silence truth they balance equal lies\\nSee where he liv d, and what his labors wrought,\\nIlis strength and talent by those proofs are sought.\\nIf here he lacks, then there the proof is given\\nAnd ever thus he keeps the balance even.\\nOh man to savage nature prone.\\nFor culture yet how rich a plot\\nThy cultured pride oft makes thee groan.\\nAnd savage worth is oft forgot.\\nHow soon are favors all forgot,\\nHow deep the impression of a wrong\\nFriendship seems but a selfish plot,\\nDeep wounds contempt as life is long.\\nTo culture man, man has the power,\\nFor vernal showers his growth prepare.\\nAnd most we love that tender flower,\\nThat only grows with toil and care.\\nOh feeble art, how fruitless is thy strife\\nWhen frugal nature will not warm to life", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "NEW GROUND. 79\\n111 viiiii we seek, in vain we strive to know\\nWhat from our fellows may spontaneous flow.\\nConsign each one unto his place,\\nAnd let him fill that place with grace,\\nTo war with nature s laws twere vain\\nWhen God makes laws, those laws will reign.\\nFull many a rock by sculptor soiled,\\nThat might have made a corner stone.\\nMaterial waste, and labor spoiled.\\nAnd all too late the folly known.\\nIf study charms thee pleasing is the toil.\\nBut care is needful or ye ll wear the soil.\\nSpend not your toil where adverse fate oppose,\\nNor seek to give what Heaven alone bestows.\\nIn a rich field may grow a barren tree,\\nRobbing the soil of its fertility\\nWhile sprouting from bri ry hedge I ve known\\nThe clust ring fruit, culture would proudly own.\\nOn coarsest spray the richest flowers may grow.\\nAnd the fine leaf may scarcely own a blow.\\nAh why will death such victims proudly seek\\nEnough the simple, and enough the weak,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "80 NEW GROUND.\\nBut can the flowers their fragrance yield,\\nAnd not tlieir atoms cast away\\nCan the rich harvest coat the field,\\nAnd draw no substance from the clay\\nThus active minds must quickly pass away\\nLike kindling fires that brighten to decay.\\nNot always worth, but weakness oft\\nTo early ruin tends,\\nAnd self esteem attains a height\\nWhere ridicule suspends.\\nClaiming talent none can see.\\nOr merit none can find,\\nThat sheds a feeble ray within\\nTo dazzle their own mind.\\nThus they who vainly seek for fame,\\nWill meet a just reward,\\nAnd perish with their own esteem\\nWithout one echoing chord.\\nThus with embittering chagrin.\\nAnd wrath they leave the world\\nTo pine unheeded and unseen.\\nWhere merit oft is hurled.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "NEW GROUND. 81\\nSome early find the covering, grave,\\nAnd some their folly weep\\nWhile some throw back those blunted darts\\nThat wounded them so deep.\\nHeed not this smooth and flattering world.\\nFlattery will only foil\\nBut when thy work is weighed with gold.\\nThere s merit in thy toil.\\nOft man s the author of his own woe,\\nWith his own hand he deals the inflicting blow,\\nSelf-tortured, writhing, sufl ering, grieved,\\nAnd blames the world that he is not relieved\\nNor reason ask to seek an easier plan.\\nBut passions rage and swallow up the man.\\nStill o er new grounds we bend our way.\\nAs yet unsettl d by the dead\\nWho yet in life may storm awhile.\\nEre their journeying spirits have fled.\\nBut ah in life, oft worse than death,\\nA thousand ills pour in.\\nMan not only suffers for his own\\nBut for his fellow s sin,\\ne", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "82 J^EW GROUND.\\nOur dearest joys, our dearest ties,\\nThey reckless cut away,\\nAnd in a moment cause a wound\\nThat will not heal for aye.\\nOft some fell demon, arbiter of strife,\\nBursts friendship s bands the dearest gems of life\\nAnd lying scandal, or more dangerous truth.\\nCut loose those links so dear to generous youth.\\nSlaves, hell-bent in mischief, each a host.\\nIn things they are least concern d they meddle most\\nAlert to harm they play their dev lish part\\nWithout one virtuous spark to warm the heart.\\nNor seize we joy, or joy it seems.\\nBut restless still we roam\\nAll the gain our journey proves\\nIf this is not our home.\\nOh ever restless evil man.\\nHow fruitless is thy toil,\\nEre yet ye ve gathered in tlie crop\\nYou turn it in the soil.\\nThe pursuit of pleasure is alone its gain.\\nToo oft pursuing what must end in pain", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "NEW GROUND. 83\\nThe soul arises with the coming chase,\\nThe looked-for pleasure when we end the race.\\nThough still receding still we press afore.\\nWe grasp the jewel and it shines no more.\\nTis thus the hunter can the chase enjoy\\nO er hedge and ditch, and standing crops destroy\\nTill fall n at length, he sees the vanquished prize\\nThe noble stag rolls up his dying eyes,\\nThe hunter feels, and all his pleasure dies.\\nBut still there s joy amid our chosen friends.\\nOn honest friendship lasting bliss attends\\nThis is for all, for every man may find\\nOne that admires with a congenial mind.\\nThere is no clime all crops will suit.\\nNor any culture all will tend\\nBut barren the soil that bears no fruit,\\nAnd cold the man that has no friend.\\nChoose not a friend that will thy substance crave,\\nBe a true friend, but never be a slave\\nNor high, nor low, but choose an equal grade.\\nTo burden not, or not to go unpaid", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "84 NEW GROUND.\\nWith even scale let open favors swing\\nNor deal out justice with a secret spring.\\nOh, thou who think st thy fate severely hard,\\nBecause some cloud obscures a brightening day,\\nThinkest thou that Heaven will show thee more\\nregard,\\nAnd all the schemes of nature disarray\\nThink not creation was alone for you.\\nThou art but part of a stupendous plan\\nTwas made for Caesar and the sparrows too,\\nAnd worlds on worlds, too much for man to scan.\\nNor is misfortune often what it seems,\\nAnd man to want and misery left forlorn.\\nOur dull minds ill search for heavenly schemes,\\nOur greatest ills are blessings nobly borne.\\nMan s but a wave on the ocean of time,\\nA speck on the shore, a note in the chime,\\nA link in the chain, a part of the whole,\\nAnd countless the value of one precious soul.\\nBut small, ah, small is that being and soul.\\nTo the Power that creates and moveth the whole", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "NEW GROUND. 85\\nMan s but speck to the earth, what s the earth to\\nthe sun\\nAnd wide over space does Sol s system run\\nYet farther in space and twinkling around\\nIs the glory of glories, the bright stars abound\\nYet far, far into space, where the vision seems lost,\\nAnd the sight and the mind into chaos are tossed\\nThere myriads of worlds seem clouding the space,\\nLike specks tossed chaotic, and seeking their place;\\nThere whole stellar systems seem but begun\\nAnd creation proceeding ad infinitum\\nGreat God! O forgive nic if man lias a weight,\\nYe heaven of heavens, what then s thy estate?", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "DR. MITCHELL.\\nHere ends this farce how much this road, like man,\\nStill leading onward ends where it began I\\nHow much like life this consecrated ground\\nThough on we drive still must we come around.\\nIn vain we halt, in vain we strive to fly,\\nThere lies the goal, and there our course must lie\\nRestless rovers struggling from the womb.\\nTo end our struggle in the silent tomb.\\nAnd few in life that bears a common name.\\nIs worth resounding through the trump of fame.\\nBut here lies one for whom she blew a blast,\\nNor can it be without a tribute passed.\\nClio, beloved of all the sacred nine,\\nThy tablet fill upon this honored shrine\\nCourted by nobles and beloved by kings.\\nAnd this the glory that their honor brings.\\n80", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "DB. MITCHELL. 87\\nYet science claims thee, bids thee live a name,\\nWith zealous Priestley blundering up to fame,\\nA pleasing, trifling, yet a thoughtful sage,\\nA blaze of glory sinking into age.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "CHANCELLOR KENT.\\nHere lies the great, a clever man lies here,\\nThe Judge of judges bids the judge appear;\\nA sapient jurist, and a generous man.\\nThy virtues known, thy talent who could scan", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "HARPERS.\\nHere s a band of brothers, do not fear,\\nThese social men not yet are here\\nThey yet awhile have parts to i^lay\\nAnd brighten many a gloomy day.\\n89", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "GERMAN GROUNDS.\\nFar from his home the wandering German lies\\nTis freedom s home, tlie living brotlier cries\\nWho just escaped the tyrant s iron grasp\\nWould in his arms the enchanting goddess clasp,\\nAnd thinks fair freedom s soil may lighter tread,\\nAnd softer lie upon her noble dead,\\nAnd feels in freedom more content to die\\nThan live in chains from whence he had to fly.\\nTis hard for man to leave his native land\\nAnd seek a dwelling on a foreign strand.\\nBut naught compared with those brave souls of\\nyore\\nWho built their homes upon a hostile shore.\\n90", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE PILGRIM FATHERS.\\nHa who can tell the suffering of that band\\nWho first set foot on wild New England s strand?\\nWith solemn look the fathers stand\\nAround their new-made brother s grave,\\nTis in a free but foreign land\\nAnd death that liberty to crave.\\nYet would they rather fill that grave\\nThan tyrants dread or curse their God\\nThe master there can find no slave,\\nBut turns in horror from the sod.\\nThey thought who next of them should fall,\\nTheir friends an ample grave would heap,\\nThey thought the summons was for all,\\nAnd only for the last would weep.\\n91", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "PUBLIC LOTS.\\nStill as we drive full many a grave we pass\\nTill grave to grave join in one common mass\\nHere the long lines of heaped-up earth do wave,\\nThere the deep trench shows it one common grave.\\nThe mean canaille there toils for strengthening\\nbread,\\nAnd like the falcon feasts upon the dead.\\nThe curling smoke around his nostrils play\\nAnd in low joking pass the hours away.\\nSo let it be, still may their hearts be glad,\\nTill crushing fortune bids the soul be sad\\nFor they can feel who rough in every way,\\nRoughly does sorrow o er their bosom play.\\n92", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "PIERO MARONCELLI.*\\nBut mid these ridges of the vulgar dead,\\nBeloved of fame, Piero s may be read,\\nWho, doomed in chains of misery to stand\\nFor Europe s sin, for loving his dear land\\nHim to the furies heartless tyrants gave.\\nTill pitying fortune the poor wretch would save.\\nThe butcher d body strength enough did crave\\nTo guide it hobbling to a freeman s grave.\\nFunereal honors or the costly tomb\\nCould not repay the patriot for his doom\\nYet there are those who meaner parts did play,\\nWith tombs resplendent as the God of day.\\nThe body of Piero Maroncelli has been removed by his\\ncountrymen, and a fine monument erected over liis body.\\n93", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "ITALY.\\nFair Italy, thou fairy-land of flowers,\\n111 sets the wreath upon a tyrant s brow.\\nThou still art lovely in declining hours.\\nIlast thou no Cincinnatus at the plough\\nNot vain for thee the patriot s blood shall flow\\nThy fattened soil the stouter hearts shall grow.\\n94", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "AN INVECTIVE AGAINST TYRANNY.\\nDoes Europe s rulers murmur at our slaves\\nWho would not give to freemen quiet graves?\\nMen with nature undisputed as their own,\\nOppressed, trod down, nor pitied when they groan,\\nAnd yet the echo of a groan would make you grieved\\nTurn to your homes, begin ye to relieve.\\nYou dogs dressed in your gold and scarlet coats\\nTo bark at freemen with your brazen throats\\nWith simoon breath to blight fair freedom s tree,\\nAll men are selfish, most supremely ye.\\nWe know your object, what you hope to gain,\\nSo hold your peace, your labor all is vain.\\nHe that would scourge asks not if black or white,\\nStrength is his guide, he looks not to the right\\nOurs is a wrong, a more than crying shame,\\nSent by your fathers, those you would not blame\\nBut still go on oppressing all you can,\\nWhile we have freedom for your meanest man.\\n95", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "DINAH DEPUY.\\nHere lies a saint thougii born a slave\\nNone will deny the freedom of tlie grave;\\nHer mortal frame may moulder here away\\nBut heaven has claim d what never will decay.\\nWho has not found in humble life,\\nWhere heavens ethereal embers burn d,\\nSuch noble spirits never were,\\nNor never can to dust be turn d.\\n96", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "FOUNTAIN HILL.\\nThe fount of life in fields of death\\nThe many distant rills supplying;\\nHow much like life its stay is breath,\\nAnd flows no more at breath s denying.\\n97", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "THE FIREMEN S MONUMENT.\\nNo more the bell awakes the strong desire,\\nTheir ashes now contain no living fire\\nNor think with pain or pride the perils past,\\nBut wait unconscious for the trumpet s blast.\\nSuch men are ours that rather die than yield\\nTheir country s bulwark, and their country s shield\\nYet need restraint their passions uncontrolled\\nAre fierce, vindictive, virulent, and bold\\nTheir swelling veins if maddened let to go\\nWould run to riot and nefarious woe\\nBut to fairly govern and to justly please,\\nOur country s fortune much depends on these.\\nThat power that brings such blessings to our hand,\\nAnd wafts in safety o er the smiling land.\\nIf reckless fed, and raised beyond control,\\nWill burst in fury and destroy the whole.\\n98", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE FIREMEN S MONUMENT. 99\\nThus plebeian power to nature ever true,\\nIt built up Rome, and Rome it overthrew.\\nIt tyrants check d, and oft would tyrants slay,\\nBut knew no bounds, and madden d in decay.\\nTis not for all each secret art to scan,\\nThe arm that labors seldom lays the plan\\nEach in their place must play their several parts,\\nWhat best befits of Science, or of arts\\nEach in his place exalts his nation s might.\\nAnd there alone his nation wills his right\\nWith equal check each feels a just control,\\nAnd virtue reigns to harmonize the whole.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "THE EVIL OF INSUBORDINATION.\\nForgive the o erflowing of an ardent breast,\\nWith manly strength, and generous heart possess d.\\nThey mix what s great and what s weak in man\\nAngels can pity, devils never can,\\nStern moralist, hast thou not felt the passion strong\\nwithin\\nThy vanquish d breast that tempts a man to sin\\nThen why condemn the youth who chance to trip\\nWhen better fortune would not let thee slip\\nToo cold for love, thy bosom s feast is hate\\nThy rancor d breast thy prowling cannot sate.\\n100", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "CONCLLTSIOK\\nBut noiseless time is stealing on\\nThat wears this life away,\\nAnd bids the subtle spirit fly\\nAnd leaves its worn and worthless clay.\\nThen we must still be journeying on,\\nNor waste that time in song,\\nThough in sweet communion with the dead\\nA few short hours belong.\\nThe tombs are past, my song is spent\\nThis day remember d be,\\nWhile side by side I drive with time\\nTill death shall set me free.\\nAdieu ye gates, and consecrated ground\\nAdieu ye hills, and shadowy vales around\\nAdieu ye monuments, ye dead, farewell\\nA short farewell, then with you I will dwell.\\n101", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "CONCLUDING ELEGY.\\nI HAVE not toiled to build up fame,\\nNor sought for earthly praise\\nThe gifts the world bestows with fame\\nAre envy and delays,\\nBut as the songster warbling forth\\nIn sunshine and in shades\\nWould shun the noisy blast of fame\\nWhich solitude invades.\\nThe easy, humble, quiet life\\nI hope for is the best\\nAnd free from pain I hope to gain\\nA place where I may rest.\\nWhen you behold my mossy grave,\\nWho chance to pass along.\\nAs I thought of the sacred dead,\\nThink of the child of song.\\n102", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "CONCLUDING ELEGY. 108\\nNor hide my faults, for faults I have,\\nAnd they are not a few\\nI only boast an honest heart\\nThat s tender, kind, and true.\\nWhen gentle zephyrs sweep along,\\nOr sigh among the trees.\\nThen think upon the Greenwood song,\\nAnd let the spirit please.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.\\nDIRE WINTER RULES THE DREARY\\nREALM.\\nDiEE Winter rules the dreary realm,\\nThe sea-gull screams o er Kill von Kull,\\nThe hardy boatman dreads the helm,\\nAnd scarcely through the ice can scull.\\nAnd far around for shroud of snow\\nThe fields have changed their living green,\\nThe howling winds a tempest blow.\\nAnd desolation rules the scene.\\nThus winter reigns supreme in him,\\nWho sees his only joy depart,\\nNor flattering hope, with flitting pulse.\\nWarms the least channel of his heart.\\n107", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "108 DIRE WINTER RULES THE DREARY REALM.\\nBut let my Mary smile again,\\nThat pulse how high, that heart how light,\\nAnd silken joy shall drive the pain\\nOf shadowy phantoms from ray sight.\\nWith joy I ll hail the welcome spring,\\nTo see the elm protect the vine,\\nAnd songsters to their mates shall sing\\nAnd so will I, my valentine.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "FLOW GENTLY, SWEET WAVE.\\nFlow gently, sweet wave, glide slowly away.\\nFor short is thy passage to my dear natal bay\\nThere rolled in some eddy a moment may stay.\\nThen launched in the ocean forever and aye.\\nThou mind st me, bright wave, of life s fickle beam,\\nAs it glides down the course of its widening stream\\nA moment in manhood, it may shine on the bay.\\nThen sinks all ingulfed in the ocean of spray.\\nFrom the fountain of life, to the ocean of death\\nWe pause but a moment, we draw but a breath.\\n109", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "THE CLOVE.\\nIn search of contentment whoever may rove,\\nThough weary, delighted must pause in this clove;\\nWhere the picture of bliss in fancy may glow,\\nAnd nature s pulse beat to the heart s healthy flow;\\nWhere the hills will not echo an unholy sound,\\nNor an unhallowed sound through the valley\\nrebound\\nNot a sound that is heard but to heaven will raise,\\nEvery note that you hear is the music of praise.\\nWith a smile on the vale stands each hill linked to\\nhill.\\nAnd their plumes nod in grandeur to the murmur-\\ning rill\\nAnd that smooth glassy lake that s reflecting the sky.\\nIs the mirror of heaven where the goddesses vie.\\nTis the wax- work of paradise, where there s nothing\\nforbidden,\\nThe perfection of nature, the foretaste of heaven.\\n110", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE CLOVE. 111\\nYe toilers for riches, ye slaves from your birth,\\nYe ramblers for pleasure, ye reptiles of earth,\\nWho find in your lives not a moment of bliss.\\nCome, take ye a view of a model like this,\\nWhere fancy from truth gets those pictures so rare,\\nAnd mocks every effort to make them more fair;\\nAnd learn, though it s rare when the spot ye shall\\nfind,\\nThere s peace and contentment for the virtuous\\nmind;\\nThough short to the best is the bliss that is given.\\nOne step to this vale, and another to heaven.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "THE RAIXBOW.\\nOn- Ararat top our pious parents stood,\\nAnd viewed with joy the slow assuaging flood,\\nNor longed to ride the stormy deep once more,\\nXor mourned the good ship cast upon the shore.\\nNor the lost dove that brought the peaceful spray,\\nNor scattering herds that wind their rugged way.\\nTheir grateful breasts are filled with pious awe,\\nAnd for the future would some aid implore;\\nFrom each clean herd a sacrifice they fell,\\nAnd smoky altars raised a savoury smell\\nThe Almighty saw and pity moved His breast\\nTo ease their minds and put their fears at rest\\nHe said No more on earth shall raging floods be sent,\\nAnd as I swear behold my covenant.\\nSeedtime and harvest shall again appear,\\nAnd the rich soil shall bear the loaded ear\\nThe welcome seasons shall in order come,\\nAnd shadowy night to brightest day give room.\\n112", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE RAINBOW. 113\\nThen dewy drops through scattering clouds were\\nsent\\nAnd the bright sun burst through the firmament;\\nThe reflected beams with animating glare,\\nDraw the bright colors from the ambient air,\\nIn order each, and radiant as they glow.\\nIn the bright heavens they form a brighter bow.\\nThe waves supporting either end below.\\nTheir fears are now in admiration lost.\\nTheir toils forgot and stormy waves that s crossed.\\nAnd view the truth as high in heaven it shone.\\nThat God and mercy ever shall be one.\\nAs heavenly truth awoke my slumbering fire,\\nSo semblance strong still keeps me to the lyre\\nAs from the clouds Sol calls the colors true,\\nSo light increased gives truth a brighter hue.\\nIt stands a bow to mind of debts that s paid,\\nOf punished sin, of righteousness the aid\\nIts form an arch, and as an arch tis strong,\\nAnd as to heaven and earth it does belong,\\nIt rests on earth and bends the heavens along\\nIts colors pure, so pure is heaven from crime\\nAs grand to view, so heaven is most sublime.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "THE SETTING STAR (VexNus).\\nI SAW the lovely queen of night,\\nSmiling in the western sky,\\nIt filled my soul with rapture bright,\\nTo see the laughter-loving eye.\\nHer last looks were upon the wave.\\nShe brightened as she near d the deep,\\nShe smiled upon the watery grave\\nThat grave which makes so many weep.\\nShe is gone beyond the briny wave,\\nNo more she shines the star of heaven\\nShe sank behind the yearning grave,\\nBright stars but for a time are given.\\nYet heaven is filled with feebler fires,\\nThat spread around a lustre bright,\\nUnited in their strength conspire\\nTo light the wanderer through the night,\\n114", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE SETTING STAB. 116\\nSo perish every star of earth,\\nThey only for a season shine,\\nBut still they hope a heavenly birth.\\nWho cherish faith and love divine.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "THE SEASONS ALL MUST OWN THEIR\\nBOUNDS.\\nThe seasons all must own their bounds,\\nThe fiercest storm must lull its blast\\nThe sweetest Spring that e er s enjoyed\\nIs when the dreariest winter s past.\\nThus, Mary, hope can brace the nerves,\\nTo bear the violence of the blast.\\nThat when the raging storm is spent\\nTo rest within thy arms at last.\\n116", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "TO MISS\\nI ve seen the sullen winter sun,\\nTwice fourteen times return\\nBut still as colder blew those storms,\\nThe more did summer burn.\\nBut still with you that wintry frown.\\nThrough every change I trace,\\nThat s left in me an icy chill\\nThat time cannot erase.\\n117", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "THE POETRY OF NATURE.\\nThere s poetry in every scene,\\nThere s music in tlie spheres,\\nThere s harmony in every theme,\\nWhere nature s throne uprears.\\nThe warbling of the feathered throng,\\nThe murmuring of the running rill,\\nThe insects call joined to the song.\\nThus all dissolved sweet notes distill.\\nLike distant mountains wrapt in mist.\\nOr lofty glaciers towering high.\\nWith scenes that mock learned diction s list.\\nBehold the grandeur of the sky.\\nThus all resolved ray soul may be.\\nWhen my body lies beneath the sod.\\nIn nature s truest poetry\\nThe fittest offering for its God.\\n118", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "I LL NEVER STRIKE THE LYRE AGAIN.\\nI ll never strike the lyre again,\\nNo more its music makes me glad,\\nFor every fool has got his theme,\\nAnd mine perhaps may sound as bad.\\nClassic brute, and Classic man,\\nAlike but ink historic page\\nThen learn and live\u00e2\u0080\u0094 live while you can,\\nAnd let no thought but life engage.\\n119", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "IF MARY WILL BUT SMILE.\\nMay 1st, 1850.\\nHaw gently spring is riding in on the welcome bull\\nhe is borne,\\nWhile rich the wreaths of flowers are wound on\\neither horn\\nThe fragrant falling blossoms a rich profusion yields,\\nWhile gladdening vital lustre is brightening all the\\nfields\\nThe crocus and the hyacinth, they now must yield\\nthe sway,\\nAnd the early gay narcissus no longer looks so gay\\nThe sprightly, feathered warblers, with notes so loud\\nand clear.\\nAre singing, mid the blooming trees, the promise of\\nthe year\\nThus gay the face of nature the flitting hours can\\nwile,\\nAnd every change shall cheer me if Mary will but\\nsmile.\\n120", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE COMPLAINT.\\nIn vain I turn the vocal lyre,\\nThe ear unwilling hears the strain\\nBereft of all its heavenly fire,\\nAnd every earthly sense but pain.\\nBut only let my Mary smile,\\nAnd all around shall seem more gay\\nThe changing scenes the hours shall wile,\\nAnd joy shall greet each coming day.\\nThen side by side again we d rove,\\nAnd strive the fairest flowers to cull,\\nCareless to every thought but love,\\nOn blooming banks of Kill von Kull.\\n121", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "THOSE EARLY WALKS THAT WE HAVE\\nTAKEN.\\nThose early walks that I have taken,\\nWith the ones I loved so well\\nOn grounds that long have been forsaken,\\nFond the memory loves to dwell.\\nBold invader with thy treasure,\\nSpoil not that ancient hedge or lane\\nSacred spots to heavenly pleasure,\\nWith thy toil so fraught with pain.\\nMy unseen ghost I want should visit\\nThose sacred lonesome spots again\\nThere on some well-known rock to sit.\\nAnd think not all of life was pain.\\n122", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE ECHO OF HOME.\\nWhat spell is it that charms me, that I never would\\nshun,\\nThat warms the chilled heart like a mild winter s\\nsun\\nWhat fancy pursues me, though far I may roam\\nTis the deep rolling echo of my dear native home.\\nThe old faithful watch-dog as he greets me with\\njoy*\\nThe fond mother s call to her young roving boy\\nThe stern sacred bee, as she hums her own tale,\\nAnd the morals still echo from my dear native\\nvale.\\nThe horse s shrill whinny as he sniffs up the gale,\\nThe deep lowing herds, as they stroll through the\\nvale,\\nThe sweet singing birds on the orchard s low trees,\\nOh this is an echo so charming to please.\\n123", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "124 THE ECHO OF HOME.\\nThe wild shouts of joy as the woodland we rove,\\nThe sad, plaintive strain of the still mourning dove,\\nThe rough flapping sound of the discordant sail,\\nOh this is the echo of my dear native vale.\\nThou idol of manhood, why burst on my strain?\\nBe silent, kind memory, oh bring not your pain\\nWhy blight ye my fancy with that still blasting\\ntale,\\nTis not the echo of my dear native vale.\\nWhen the father of exiles shall beckon me home.\\nAnd bid the lorn stranger no longer to roam,\\nWith joy I will greet it, and then with a smile.\\nMount on an echo of my dear native isle.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "WOMAN S HEART.\\nWho lias not found a woman s heart\\nIs harder than a brazen shield\\nAnd seen full many a blunted dart,\\nBefore its stubborn casement yield\\n125", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "TIME.\\nTime s always mad, when we are glad,\\nAnd flaps his wings and flies away\\nAnd lags again when we are sad,\\nAnd where he s welcome will not stay.\\n126", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "MARY.\\nThere s music in that holy somidj\\nThat charms me like a fairy.\\nI could not love a lass\\nUnless her name was Mary.\\n127", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "THE OLD CRUSER BURYING-PLACE.\\nOh, sacred spot, where human dust\\nLies mouldering neath neglected stone,\\nIs this the end of human trust\\nHow happy then when fate s unknown.\\nWho that these moss-bound stones shall see\\nShall wonder that the bard has sung\\nThey seem to bend in sympathy.\\nAnd almost seem to have a tongue.\\nEven this old barn would stand on them.\\nHad I not kept it from the line\\nI could not pile unhallowed stone\\nUpon an ancient worthy line.\\nThen let us learn from this a truth\\nThough great in life that die we must\\nEmbrace the time while we are here\\nAnd leave the rest to heavenly trust.\\n128", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE STORM.\\nAt sea near JSeio Jersey Coast, July 10, 1878.\\nHow strange to think that I am here,\\nAnd, stranger yet, to have nft fear\\nSurrounded by the boundless deep.\\nThe stormy clouds above us sweep;\\nDarkness hanging like a pall.\\nO er pur noble wooden wall\\nLoud the distant thunders roar,\\nAnd vivid flashes light the shore\\nBut strong the nerve is braced gainst fear,\\nWhen Thou, O God we know art near.\\nThrough storm and calm, through light and dark,\\nAnd joys and ills Thou guidest our bark\\nThrough Thee alone we enter life.\\nThrough Thee alone we bear the strife,\\nAnd when at length the strife is past,\\nThine is the haven sought at last,\\n9 129", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "TO LAURA PELTON, ON THE DEATH OF\\nHER FATHER.\\nWritten in the special car while riding to the grave of my\\ncousin, William Tilden Pelton, July, 1880.\\nOh child, bereft of a dear father s love,\\nA charming, youthful, helpless, fluttering dove,\\nStill there is left a heavenly Father s care,\\nAnd still to heaven thou art a rightful heir.\\nAnd short at most the journey here below,\\nAnd vain the glitter of its gaudy show.\\nBut nature, teeming with a generous glow\\nOf healthful life, through all its creatures flow,\\nBids you arise and take an equal share\\nOf earthly joys, and youthful earthly care.\\nWhen, worn at length, we feel life s journey end,\\nMemory awakes, and life new pleasure lends.\\nLife swiftly glides we see the heavenly charms,\\nOur parents beckon with their open arms\\n130", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "TO LAURA P ELTON. 1^\\nOh then thy life shall doubly be repaid,\\nAn earth-born child, a heavenly cherub made.\\nThy spirit, fleeing far from earth s alarms.\\nShall rest an angel in thy father s arras.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "MY OLD SHOES.\\nAnd must we part, my dear old friends,\\nSo constant and so true\\nA friend in need is a friend indeed.\\nAlthough a poor old shoe.\\nTogether we have often strode,\\nIn pleasure or in pain,\\nCompanions, if I walked or rode,\\nIn sunshine or in rain.\\nAnd now to think that we must part.\\nAs best of friends must part,\\nTo think new friendships must be formed,\\nIt almost breaks my heart.\\nNor love I less for service past,\\nDown-trodden and forlorn,\\nI ve loved thee well from last to last,\\nBut most since beauty s shorn.\\n132", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "MY OLD SHOES. 133\\nBut sad, oh sad, is common fate,\\nThe ash-heap and the shoe,\\nBut doubly sad when we reflect\\nWe ll soon be ashes too.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "TO SOPHIE.\\nIn days whilom when youth and health\\nTheir wanton course to rapture led,\\nHad I such charming influence met,\\nFor fear of capture should have fled.\\nBut now to age serener comes,\\nAn angel face an angel breath\\nA foretaste of our heavenly hopes,\\nBefore we feel the sting of death.\\n134", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "FRIENDSHIP TO SAMUEL BURGER.\\nTniMTiEST thou, Samuel, heaven s but a name.\\nThen whence came friendship s true and holy flame\\nThe only passion in the human breast\\nThat s not of selfishness supreme possessed.\\nThat feels another s woes, another s wrongs,\\nNor thinks the pain alone to him belongs.\\nThat hails the joy within his fellow s breast,\\nAnd feels more bliss than by himself possessed\\nWhen fortune courts, would have him share his lot,\\nWhen foes beset to shun the impending shock,\\nOur friend we seek, our confidant and rock.\\nShould heaven s true record every motive name,\\nTis this alone that would not put to shame.\\nThe patriot s flame ambition would disgrace,\\nAnd anxious love would hide his blushing face.\\n135", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "THE KISS.\\nThose lips so high,\\nThose eyes so shy,\\nWho could refuse a kiss?\\nOil, Time, ye slowly pain destroy.\\nHow soon ye perish, earthly joy\\nHow short is earthly bliss\\n136", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF MY LITTLE DOG LILY.\\nDied September 10, 1883.\\nOn, Jennie dear my thoughts on thee,\\nAs little Lily leaves my arms.\\nAnd must each gentle spirit flee\\nTill earth for me has lost its charms\\nOnly a little dog tis true,\\nBut dear, oh dear that dog to me,\\nShe was a kindred friend with you\\nAnd warmed the love I have for thee.\\nStill nature, kind, has love for me\\nIt warms the heart but does not shine\\nFor soon, too soon, its charms they flee,\\nTill naught is felt but love divine.\\nWhen from earthly cares at length I rest,\\nAnd seek the mansions of my God,\\nThere in the chambers of the blest,\\nI d love to meet my little dog,\\n137", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "on, LOVELIEST STAR OF NIGHT THAT\\nSHINES.\\nOh, loveliest star of night that shines\\nTo my benighted soul,\\nOh, may its ruling influence bright,\\nMy walks on earth control.\\nAnd may the love of Jennie s heart\\nMy bosom ever warm.\\nAnd may its gentle influence guide\\nMy walks on earth from harm.\\nOh, holy Power, that rules the earth\\nAnd guides the rolling spheres,\\nOh, Power of powers that rules above,\\nAnd all that life endears.\\nIf in Thy power and in Thy love,\\nAnd laws to nature given.\\nCan hear the prayer of suffering love\\nAppealing to high Heaven,\\n138", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "LOVELIEST STAR OF NIGHT THAT SHINES. 139\\nMay I my earthly task fulfil,\\nWith -wisdom such as given,\\nThen soul to soul united till\\nThe end of earth and heaven.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "MY JENNIE S GRAVE.\\nWhen^ I have left this world of care,\\nAnd given to earth, all earth can crave,\\nWho will the garland wreaths prepare\\nTo decorate my Jennie s grave\\nSad is the thought, and hard to bear,\\nBut sadder was the hour of parting.\\nBut stricken life can thus prepare\\nTo calmly meet the hour of starting\\nTo worlds unknown. Oh, dreadful thought!\\nWhen unprepared by sorrows deep,\\nAnd disappointed hopes are taught\\nThat we are here alone to weep.\\nAnd work, and toil, and seek for joys\\nThat carnal thought can never give.\\nTill heavenward turned, by blessed alloys,\\nTo seek the life that heaven can give.\\n140", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "MT JENNIE S GRAVE. 141\\nThen garland, wreaths and halos bright,\\nAnd roses sweet around her bloom,\\nAnd gentle twilight s softer light\\nAlternate change from glorious noon.\\nPerhaps my narrow fancy paints\\nThis heavenly change in earthly hue.\\nBut this is free from narrow taint\\nThat earth is frail and heaven is true.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "OH, JENNIE DEAR! OH, JENNIE DEAR!\\nCan I forget her lovely form,\\nThat angel all divine,\\nHow could I hope to have her here\\nWithin these arms of mine\\nOh, Jennie dear Oh, Jennie dear\\nOh, still remember me.\\nAnd mix what joy on earth I have\\nWith constant thought of thee.\\nStill as in life I onward plod.\\nThy constant form is near,\\nAnd with my angel and my God,\\nWhat dangers need I fear\\nOh, Jennie dear Oh, Jennie dear I\\nOh, still remember me.\\nAnd mix what joy on earth I have\\nWith constant thought of thee.\\n142", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "OH, JENNIE BEAR OTT, JENNIE DEAR 143\\nStill, rolling Time, move gently on,\\nWith love and thoughts above,\\nTo meet my angel and my God,\\nTwill then be perfect love.\\nOh, Jennie dear Oh, Jennie dear\\nOh, still remember me.\\nAnd mix the love in heaven above\\nWith constant thought of thee.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "BUT STILL I KNOW MY JENNIE S DEAD.\\nBut still I know my Jennie s dead\\nI know she cannot be,\\nSave in my dreams, and wandering though Ls,\\nAttached on earth to me.\\nI wander round in loneliness\\nAmong the gay and blest.\\nBut turn me from this world of strife,\\nI only seek for rest.\\n144", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF MRS. BURKMAN S\\nDARLING CHILD.\\nAlmighty Father, blest be Thy will,\\nWe humbly bow beneath the rod.\\nHush be still, my murmuring heart,\\nThe messenger has come from God,\\nWho sent his loving, blessed Son,\\nTo our accursed and fallen race\\nHis glorious light the victory won.\\nAnd all that seek may find His grace.\\nThink of the God who sent his son.\\nAn offering dear on Calvary\\nThe sacrifice was meant for all,\\nAnd surely it was shed for thee.\\nNow He has called thy darling home,\\nPure, untainted, by our fallen race\\nShe has gone to join that heavenly throng\\nEternal love her dwelling-place,\\n10 145", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "146 ON THE DEATH OF 3PRS. BURKMAN S CHILD.\\nEternal hope, earth s dearest friend,\\nInspire thy breast to thoughts above.\\nWith hopes to meet thy angel dear\\nIn realms where dwell eternal love.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPPHNE.\\nSleep sister, sleep to thee is given,\\nThe joy, the blessedness of heaven\\nK we possessed our Saviour s grace,\\nWe d gladly take thy resting-place.\\nWhat more could sinful man have given,\\nTo satisfy a righteous God\\nThe greatest blessing sent from Heaven,\\nIs laid beneath the cold, cold sod.\\nWhat less could bounteous Heaven receive,\\nThat all our joy and blessings give\\nAfflictions for awhile may grieve,\\nBut come that every soul may live.\\nThen, mourner, by your loss improve\\nThink why the Lamb of God was slain\\nThy sin contemns a Saviour s love,\\nAnd crucifies your Lord again.\\n147", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "EMMA MOTT.\\nAnd is it now a worthless corse,\\nThat once I loved to kiss\\nAh, no that which I loved so well,\\nHas entered into bliss.\\nIt is the tenement alone,\\nThat mouldering back to clay\\nThat spark with its refulgent light,\\nIs a celestial ray.\\nAnd, Emma, we shall meet again,\\nAnd I behold that face.\\nThat had such power on earth to charm,\\nWith all its heavenly grace.\\n148", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "I WOULD NOT HAVE THEE BACK, MY LOVE.\\nI WOULD not have thee hack, my love.\\nWhat call thee to this world again\\nWhere loveliest day but breeds a storm,\\nAnd sweetest smiles may end in pain.\\n149", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF MAMIE E. BENEDICT\\nBASINGER.\\nJune 13th, 1896.\\nAn, cruel Death, what hast thou done,\\nThinketh thou another victory won\\nAh no hear st thou the song\\nThat swelleth from that angel throng.\\nCelestial robed, divinely bright.\\nAnd seen alone by heavenly light.\\nThou early claimed the mortal shade,\\nBut canst the Heavenly bourne invade,\\nWhere swift the immortal spirit flies\\nTo realms unseen by mortal eyes.\\nWhere gathering Angels round her sing\\nAnd hear the Saviour s welcome ring.\\nDivinely blest, we hear the Saviour say.\\nWhile we stand weeping o er the mortal clay.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "MEMOKT*\\nOn the death of Mamie E. Basinger.\\nThe friend of the past no grief can restore her,\\nBut the joy of the past is in memory s recorder\\nDown deep in my heart, where my life s blood is\\nbeating,\\nLies the green grave of sorrow still the joys are\\nrepeating.\\nWhen our deep sorrows yield to the slumbers of\\nnight,\\nThen memory restores the gay dreams of delight,\\nAnd we live once again in the scenes of the past.\\nAnd wish, when awakened, that they ever might last.\\nWritten in the Catskill Mountains, Sept. Cth, 1896.\\n151", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "I\\nWRITTEN VALENTINE S DAY, AFTER THE\\nDEATH OF\\nNo more you ll see your Valentine,\\nUnless that sight by God is given\\nFor He who sent her here to bud.\\nHas taken her to bloom in Heaven.\\nThe joyous memory of the past,\\nThe memory of those writhing pains,\\nThe tears of friends that she amassed,\\nIs all of her that now remains.\\nDear is the tribute each doth pay.\\nEven dear the memory of her pain\\nFor well we know it was the way\\nThat she her glorious end did gain.\\nAnd dearer now does seem the abode,\\nOf that blest welcome resting-place.\\nNor do we fear that dreary road.\\nNor dread the storms that we must face.\\n152", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "VALEN TINE S DAY. 153\\nWhen some dear one a-travelling goes,\\nTo some far country s glorious round,\\nTis then the heart a yearning knows,\\nAnd gladly to that land would bound.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF PETER THE FLOWER\\nBOY.\\n(Drowned at Next} Brighton) tvho every few days, summer and\\nwinter, xoould decorate himself from head to toe xoith the\\nmost beautiful flowers, and promenade the roads for miles\\naround.\\nOh where is posy Peter gone\\nThe rose it droops its head\\nWhy should it bloom on this dark waste,\\nOr idly fragrance shed\\nOld Pluto had no peace below,\\nFor Proserpina railed\\nHis scorching realms her seed would blast.\\nAnd oft her labor failed.\\nIn vain he brought down foreign seed,\\nOr called down heavenly showers,\\nStill rage or gloom would o er her reign.\\nHer joy was in the flowers.\\n154", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "DEATH OF PETER THE FLOWER BOY. 155\\nFull well she knew of Peter s fame,\\nFor from heaven to Pluto s gloom\\nHad spread the splendor of his name,\\nIn fragrant gorgeous bloom.\\nAnd she would have him down below,\\nTo raise her drooping flowers.\\nAnd bring them back to earthly bloom\\nTo deck her maiden bowers.\\nThe jealous god is forced to come\\nAnd steal the boy away,\\nAnd leave our land in sombre gloom\\nTo cheer his realm with day.\\nOh there was joy in Kingdom-come,\\nAmong the rosy bowers.\\nWith amaranthine wreaths they crown\\nAnd hail him, Prince of flowers.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF ANDREW JACKSON\\nDOWNING.\\nThe roses droop, the lilies pine,\\nTheir guardian angel now no more.\\nIn vain we bud the eglantine,\\nOr heavenly showers upon them pour.\\nHe sleeps as sleep the flowers gone\\nWhen chill November blasts the plain\\nBut not like flowers o er him we mourn\\nThat spring shall bid return again.\\nYes, he shall bloom beyond this vale\\nlie still shall be their guardian power\\nHe ll scent the rose in every gale.\\nAnd visit them in every shower.\\n156", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS.\\nLet Scotia boast her tuneful sons,\\nWhose glory shall forever stand,\\nThough her fruitful throes should never bring\\nAnother bard to bless her land.\\nBut from that gathered throng of fame,\\nThe heart in fulness fondly turns,\\nAnd o er the memory sheds a tear\\nFor truest, noblest, sweetest Burns.\\n157", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "TO MARY.\\nThough sullen Winter hold its throne,\\nThe genial sun oft sheds a beam\\nThat wakes fond nature s softest tone,\\nAnd calls my Mary to ray theme.\\nWhat fans that secret smouldering fire,\\nThat ever burns to be possessed\\nWhat lights the flame of strong desire\\nThat to my Mary stands confessed\\nHow vain is all the pride of life.\\nHow vain the treasures here we gain,\\nHow vain our selfish worldly strife.\\nHow vain our toil, our sweat, our pain.\\nUnless some genial social tie.\\nShall twine itself about the heart.\\nTo make our cares, our troubles, fly,\\nAnd of ourselves become a part\\n158", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE WESTERN HUNTER.\\nSeek not the city s smoky den,\\nOr slimy marshes morbid fen\\nOn the mountain s craggy side\\nIs freedom s home the patriot s pride.\\nIn Luxury s lap young Edwin nursed,\\nThat vainly human woes would soothe\\nWe still must bear that early curse\\nThough wealth our path may strive tosniooth.\\nHe grew a sapling, tall and smooth.\\nUnfit for toil, but strong to love\\nHow short that joy, how love s abused,\\nWhen falcon hunts the turtle-dove\\nShe died of grief and cold neglect\\nHe, mad with love, has left his home\\nTime has his heartless parents wrecked\\nBehold the sturdy hunter roam.\\n159", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "160 THE WESTERN HUNTER.\\nHis coal-black steed, with eye of fire,\\nWith ample chest, and flowing mane,\\nHis master s will his great desire,\\nHe scarcely needs the guiding rein.\\nTwas his to find the doubtful path.\\nThe rider s part to seek the game,\\nThough each could bear the traveller s part,\\nAnd both could feel the hunter s flame,\\nHe glories in the rising war,\\nHis strength can nerve the rider s breast\\nHis steed can feel the rider s fire,\\nThus each the other s soul possessed.\\nHe taught the passions wild to flow\\nA genei ous friend, a mortal foe\\nHe gloried in the equal fight\\nBut never in the overthrow.\\nHe would not wear his limbs with toil,\\nFor all was his that nature bred\\nNor would he load his arms with spoil,\\nBut trusted Him who sparrows fed.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "THE WESTERN HUNTER. 161\\nUnmoved he heard the battle s din,\\nUnshaken saw the grizzly die\\nBut tears they flow at mercy s call\\nAnd all awake to pity s cry.\\nHis heart is like a lion s strong,\\nWith eye as gentle as a dove,\\nHe seems like one that always has,\\nAnd always would the mountains rove.\\nSarap and hunting-coat he wore,\\nAnd buckskins deep, and breeches flare\\nHis rifle o er his shoulder slung,\\nFixed to his sash his knife did glare.\\nThus shone our chief, the western pride,\\nWhat time swift rumor s frightful tale\\nTold to torture given, a captured maid\\nI ll die, he swears, or will prevail.\\nAnd here I ll cease, for I m content\\nEnough my tale to fancy gives,\\nEnough to tell our hero went.\\nAnd, having been, that still he lives.\\nII", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "THERE IS AN ARM TO SAVE.\\nWhy mourn you for the distant one\\nHave ye beheld his grave\\nWhy lean ye not on bracing hope,\\nWhile there s an Arm to save\\nThough blackest clouds are loosened wild,\\nAnd maddened billows rave,\\nYet mourn not for the living one.\\nFor there s an Arm to save.\\nWhy mourn ye for the perished one,\\nWho sank beneath the wave\\nIs there no port beyond this life\\nWhere there s an Arm to save\\n162", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "COME, JESU, KIND AND LIVING GOD.\\nCome, Jesu, kind and loving God,\\nA sinner s cries attend\\nSave us from the chastening rod,\\nAnd all our ways defend.\\nLet not an humble suppliant s cry\\nBe heard in Heaven in vain\\nBut send Thy mercy from on high.\\nAnd free a soul from pain.\\nSave us with that precious blood,\\nWhich Thou alone could give.\\nAnd thousand thousands still may save,\\nBut none without can live.\\n163", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "ON RECOVERING FROM SICKNESS.\\nMarch, 1849.\\nRising from a bed of pain,\\nFrom foul disease, I slowly gain\\nCorruption s slow refluent course\\nMy feeble powers can scarcely force.\\nAll nature smiles around serene,\\nThe laughing fields assume their green.\\nThe air with humming insects ring.\\nAnd little songsters gayly sing.\\nSuffering with o erwhelming pain\\nI longed for death but longed in vain\\nThe tedious time crept slowly by,\\nAnd hard the strings of life did try.\\nSeeing all nature teem with life,\\nI, gladly too, will join the strife.\\nTo shrink from pain, and death would shun.\\nRejoice that Heaven, Thy will be done\\n164", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "ON RECOVERING FROM SICKNESS. 165\\nBut what most now to comfort tends,\\nTo meet the greeting of my friends,\\nWho, wondering, see that I m alive.\\nAnd hope that I may live and thrive,\\nAnd blest with health and strength and years.\\nBut most my drooping spirit cheers.\\nTo see the maiden s lovely tear,\\nNot like those tears in sorrow shed\\nLike joy that s risen over fear,\\nShining like stars when storms have fled.\\nYet all to death in time must yield,\\nTo seek a land, we are told, more blest;\\nYet may I toil on many a field,\\nEre with my fathers I must rest.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "WRITTEN FOR THE ORPHAN CHILDREN S\\nHOME.\\nWe thank the Lord that gave us birth,\\nThe Lord that saves the soul,\\nWho thinks His meanest creatures worth\\nHis guardian control.\\nHe guides us o er the desert land,\\nOr on the stormy seas\\nHe bids the raging waters rise,\\nAnd cahiis them at His ease\\nMy father s home was on tlie wave\\nThat wave is now my father s grave.\\nAnd when He drove that ship a wreck,\\nTwas not without a will\\nAnd He our orphan tears to check\\nIs Father to us still.\\nHe guardians to our aid did bring,\\nAnd we our grief did tell,\\n166", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE ORPHAN CHILDREN S HOME. 167\\nThat touched the heart s most tuneful string,\\nAnd thus the numbers fell\\nMy father s home was on the wave\\nThat wave is now my father s grave.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "THE LAMB OF CALVARY.\\nWhen first the soul the body warms\\nWith life-inspiring breath,\\nWho but the Lamb of Calvary-\\nCan save the soul from death\\nWhen thoughtless youth, in search of joy,\\nWould drive that soul to wreck,\\nWho but the Lamb of Calvary\\nCan total ruin check\\nWhen gathering round our riper years,\\nWe see our offspring rise.\\nWho but the Lamb of Calvary\\nCan counsel and advise\\nWhen frosty time shall bow our heads,\\nAnd our full days are given.\\nWho but the Lamb of Calvary\\nCan bear that soul to heaven?\\n168", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "IS THIS MY MARY S HOME\\nIs this the place where Marj dwelt,\\nIs this my Mary s home,\\nWhere mirth and joy harmonious dealt?\\nHow have these raptures flown\\nNo more the organ s sacred sound\\nSwells to my Mary s touch,\\nHer harp if touched sheds discord round.s\\nWhy have I seen it such\\nDiscord and rage, dispute the ground\\nSacred to peace and love\\nSoft peace within no more is found,\\nAnd far has flown the dove.\\n169", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "THOU WHO OF HOPE COULD FONDLY\\nSING.\\nThou who of hope could fondly sing,\\nOr tell the woes of Wyoming\\nOr chant some legendary tale,\\nMay o er a stubborn heart prevail.\\nThen give that vanquished heart to me\\nOr bid it set its captive free\\nOr lend thy power of song awhile\\nThat I may win my Mary s smile.\\n170", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "THE STOLEN LOCK.\\nPoor captive, thou has lost thy place,\\nNo more on Mary s neck to wave,\\nWhere once you added grace to grace.\\nHow fallen, since thou art a slave\\nI fain would gain d her heart and soul,\\nBut blunted many a harmless dart.\\nAnd when I could not get the whole,\\nI thought no harm to steal a part.\\nIf, like this lock, I d see thee fail,\\nAnd in ray care thy beauty pine,\\nThen I m content I can t prevail.\\nAnd make such heavenly graces mine.\\n171", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "THINK I CAN T LOVE WHEN FAR AWAY\\nThink I can t love when far away\\nWhen nature smiles in grandeur round,\\nAnd social voices round me play,\\nI ll hear my love in every sound.\\nThink I can t love when far away\\nTho tempest fills the stormy scene,\\nAnd fortune sends an adverse day,\\nMy love shall make my life serene.\\nThink I can t love when far away\\nThough gulfs and seas may rage between\\nOr desert wilds my journey stay.\\nMy love shall make that desert green.\\n1\\n172", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "REPENTANCE.\\nOn give me my first love again,\\nThat fanned my passions to a flame\\nWho first I loved, who first I feared.\\nWho first my frightened passions cheered-\\nril never, never, rove again.\\nNor fill that honest heart with pain.\\n173", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "THE PASSIONS BURNING.\\nHoAv long my muse neglected lay,\\nWhile I in pleasure spent my time.\\nI seek the long deserted way,\\nTo drown my sorrow in my rhyme.\\nTell me, ye nine, has Cupid fled.\\nFor yours alone it is to know\\nFor sure the urchin is not dead,\\nHe seeks new arrows for his bow.\\nOh no no galling arrow flies,\\nTis loving Venus fondest rest\\nAnd now she only opes my eyes.\\nThat I may see myself more blest.\\nTis the strong pulse and not the wound\\nThat from the heart so freely flows.\\nThat runs its rapid course around.\\nAnd still its wonted way it knows.\\n174", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "I CANNOT BOAST OF LOVE DIVINE.\\nTO SOPHIA.\\nI CANNOT boast of love divine,\\nFor I am of a mortal line\\nNor know I how the gods do love\\nNor court I as the turtle-dove.\\nBut tis a truth confessedly,\\nI never loved a girl like thee.\\nHeroes may smile where cannons roar.\\nAnd face where iron tempests pour.\\nAnd soldier-like may bear the smart.\\nBut who can bear gainst Cupid s dart\\nBelieve me, braver far than me\\nHave died, by feebler far than thee.\\n175", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "ON FINDING A DEAD SWALLOW.\\nIf I thought you d died of love,\\nI d sing the swallow not the dove\\nBut ever dark must be thy fate,\\nSince man with bird cannot translate\\nDeath doth alike on all await,\\nNaught else can the Destroyer sate\\nI often read but knew no dove,\\nWho pined in groves and died of love\\nAnd none will lose believing me\\nTis better far from death to flee\\nLive not alone, but seek a mate.\\nYou ll find some bride will on thee wait\\nFor Adam sooner far had died.\\nThan lived on earth without a bride.\\nLike thee, poor bird, we re born to sorrow,\\nBut let us love, nor fear the morrow.\\nThy birth a swallow had set free.\\nBut death, alas has swallowed thee.\\n176", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "THE WISH.\\nOifCE, as I drove my hardy steers,\\nEnthroned upon a himber d car,\\nBright Venus rose above the hills\\nI scarce believed it was a star.\\nI thought it was Latana s son\\nLeading his steeds before his car,\\nAnd as I gazed it glowed and shone,\\nBut owned at length it was a star.\\nThus I beheld a maiden bright\\nOf face, and form, and grace divine.\\nSo fit she seem d for heavenly flight,\\nI dared not hope to make her mine.\\nI wished that she had been that star.\\nAnd I had been the favored god\\nOr I, Apollo s shining car.\\nAnd she to hold the reins and rod.\\n12 177", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "DRYADS, I HAVE LOST MY LOVE.\\nDkyads, I have lost ray love\\nGuide me to my Flora\\nI cannot live without my dove\\nSo much I do adore her.\\nThe wine and oil shall freely flow,\\nThe gentlest lamb I ll offer\\nAll these I d gladly give to know\\nIf my love has turned a scoft er.\\nBut sure some storm is gathering nigh,\\nOr those eyes so dim and darkling,\\nWould, like the glow-worm in the night.\\nBe for her Damon sparkling.\\nSome wandering comet thus I m here,\\nWhose course is all distraction\\nThe sport of every social sphere.\\nNor feels its true attraction.\\n178", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "DRYADS, I HA VE LOST MY LOVE. 179\\nPerhaps Orion, envious god\\nForgets the sister pleiads\\nAnd claims those eyes to gild his sword,\\nOil, tell some gentle naiad.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "TO JENNY H\\nThe summer clouds they often frown,\\nAnd vernal joys scarce dare to shine,\\nBut softer scenes those storms must crown.\\nSo smiles succeed those frowns of thine.\\n180", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "TO CUPID.\\nCupid, I ll have a quarrel with thee,\\nUnless thou go away from me\\nYou little rogue, you seem possessed\\nTo aim your darts at my sore breast.\\nGo, villain seek for manlier toil.\\nOr let some school-boy be thy spoil\\nDost thou never mean to cease,\\nAnd leave the weak to dwell in peace\\nWhy wast thou always made a boy.\\nWith thy folly to annoy\\nYou had better change thy life,\\nBecome a man, and take a wife.\\nThen you ll learn what you begun\\nDoes not always end in fun.\\nBegone, I say, and quit thy folly,\\nOr I ll go and quarrel with Polly.\\n181", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "A SONNET.\\nI WILL love thee still,\\nThough thy heart may chill;\\nThe eyes I cherish\\nNever will perish.\\nThough far we may sever,\\nForget them I ll never\\nTill life flits away\\nTheir light they ll display.\\nAnd fill with delight\\nLike that star of the west\\nTwill gladden my twilight,\\nAnd welcome my rest.\\n182", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "YE LITTLE BIRDS, AWAKE NO NOTE.\\nYe little birds, awake no note.\\nYe fly too cheerily from the spray\\nToo soft ye on your pinions float.\\nYe cannot drive my grief away.\\nBut if ye mourn, come mourn with me.\\nTogether by this rill we ll lie.\\nAnd nature, that s forever free,\\nWith murmuring brooks and winds shall sigh.\\n183", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "LOVE.\\nLove it is a holy name,\\nThe mimic of a heavenly flame\\nToo pure the passion seems for earth,\\nWe deem it of a heavenly birth\\nLove the passions can command.\\nMortals linking hand in hand\\nThe only foe for which he ll flee\\nIs the fell demon, Jealousy.\\n184", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "I NEVER TOLD THEE THAT I LOVED.\\nI NEVEK told thee that I loved,\\nBut think me not a stone unmoved\\nI feel the flame, I own its power.\\nAnd, longing, hope a happier hour.\\n185", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "TO ISABEL.\\nTwouLD seem the Almighty Power above,\\nHis creatures formed for hate and love.\\nSome He His warmest love has willed,\\nWhilst some with deepest hate distilled\\nSome have an equal share from Heaven,\\nAnd freedom s blessed choice is given.\\nThen may it never be thy fate.\\nThat birth or choice has given thee hate\\nOh never never it were shame\\nThat love like mine should end in pain.\\nOil would my verse had power to tell\\nHow much I love my Isabel\\nAnd when that love was known to thee,\\nThat joy for joy thou d give to me.\\nThen might I sing with Isabel\\nThat my fond love s reciprocal.\\n186", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "HEAR ME! HEAR ME! ISABEL.\\nHear me! hear nie! Isabel!\\nMy heart my fondest passions tell,\\nWhile I pour my soul away,\\nHear the lover s fondest lay.\\nLove has a sickening sound, tis true,\\nIt must not, cannot, sicken you,\\nWhen friendship adds its holy name\\nUnto that erring, headlong flame.\\nIn friendship first my love began,\\nTo trace his love, all tell who can.\\nMy bosom held the smouldering sliame.\\nTill vent it found and burst in flame.\\n187", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "WHY SHOULD MY ROSE NEGLECTED LIE.\\nWhy should my rose neglected lie,\\nAnd wither in this dark alcove\\nNeglected beauty thus to die,\\nAnd perish with the charms of love.\\nNeglected thus all beauty flies,\\nWhen sick ning thought clings to despair\\nUnheeded treasure withering lies\\nThat s worth more than the miser s care.\\n188", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THAT HAPPY TIME WILL COME, MARY.\\nThat happy time will come, Mary,\\nThis storm will pass away\\nThe clouds they are but airy.\\nAnd powerful is the day.\\nThe sun he shines more glorious,\\nWhen through the storm he sweeps,\\nThan Aurora gently rising\\nTo tell the world she sleeps.\\nHold love and hope in friendship,\\nAnd wait the welcome hour\\nNor be less kind than nature\\nWho blessed thee with such power.\\n189", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "YOUNG MALTNDA.\\nYoung Malinda, fresh and fair,\\nWith open brow, and eyes of fire\\nWitli rosy clieeks, and curly hair.\\nAnd lips that might the gods inspire.\\nBut young Malinda had a fault\\nThat fault her dearest friends had stung\\nShe d fly to rage, in fierce assault,\\nMuch higher than my lyre is strung.\\nIn vain Malinda touched the lyre.\\nFor she would not her i-age control\\nHer heart too easy fanned to fire\\nFor muse s power to charm her soul.\\nNow young Malinda s friends were few,\\nAnd they of mildest kind,\\nWho checked the torrent of her soul,\\nBy passions more refined.\\n190", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "YOUNG MA LINDA. 191\\nNow, Mary, pray, a warning take,\\nYou have Malinda s charms and grace\\nKnow every fault that you forsake\\nAt least ten blessings take its place.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "SEE HOW MATILDA SCORNS MY LOVE.\\nSee how Matilda scorns my love,\\nMy song has lost its power to move\\nThe grace of song alone is mine,\\nAnd she contemns its power divine.\\nAll lost to her the sacred fire,\\nNo rosy wreaths entwine my lyre\\nMatilda will not lend an ear,\\nNor deign a smile my song to cheer.\\nYet let me praise, ye sacred nine,\\nMatilda s grace that s all divine\\nAnd bid my echoing song arise\\nTo bear her praise along the skies.\\n192", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "TO ISABEL.\\nPegaseax maids, ye nymphs divine,\\nThe guardians of the sacred line,\\nAnd most, Erato, with me dwell.\\nWhilst I sing of my Isabel.\\nI would not ask of haughty fame\\nTo give to me a poet s name\\nI only crave the power to tell\\nHow well I love my Isabel.\\n193", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "STILL I LOVE THEE.\\nAnd still I love thee, Isabel,\\nAnd how I long with thee to dwell.\\nHad latent love the power to tell\\nOur loves would be reciprocal.\\n194", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "TO CAMILLA.\\nHad thy beauty well been known,\\nFirst in verse thou might have shone,\\nThy splendor then we might rehearse,\\nIn sweet Anacreon s gayest verse\\nAnd Solomon had made thee chord\\nWith the grandeur of his Lord.\\n195", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "TO MARY.\\nSince Cupid s adamantine points,\\nHave failed to pierce thy steel-clad heart,\\nI ll try thy armor at its joints,\\nWith the gentler muse s dart.\\nThen listen, Mary, to my art.\\nWhile for the prize I touch the string\\nAnd take that casement from thy heart,\\nAnd let me bays and myrtles bring.\\n196", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "TO CHLOE.\\nIf repentance has atonement for sin,\\nThen well I have paid for neglect\\nBut who can that fabric restore\\nThat has suffered from ruin and wreck.\\nWhen harvest is wasted and spent,\\nAnd summer is ended and gone,\\nAsk the tempest and storms to relent\\nOver winter, and famine, ye may mourn.\\nOh had I the wings, and could fly,\\nI would not pursue the gay spring,\\nTo the home of my loved one I d hie,\\nAnd with her forever would sing.\\nHow careless the roses we pass,\\nIn their season of sunshine and bloom.\\nAnd the lily, how heedless, alas\\nThough inhaling their richest perfume.\\n197", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "198 To CHLOE.\\nBut they have their day, and are gone,\\nAnd see not, nor feel not the storm\\nBut we o er their memory must mourn,\\nThough nature has done them no wrong.\\nYet there s peace to be found in this smart,\\nThat still over pain has a charm,\\nThat the dart that s so deep in my heart\\nNo bosom but mine can do harm.\\nThere s a bloom in the waste of my heart,\\nWith tears I will water it long\\nIt cannot, it shall not, depart,\\nTis the joy and the soul of my song.\\nWhen of my repentance ye learn.\\nYe cannot I know but forgive\\nA sigh in that bosom may yearn.\\nWhich hearing, a world I would give.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "THE MAID OF RAIIWAY.\\nI si:n^g the Maid of Rahway,\\nWhile suffering from the smart\\nOf that sweetly poisoned arrow\\nThat wounded deep my heart.\\nTis to the Maid of Rahway\\nAll other passions yield\\nMy herds neglected roaming,\\nUncultured are my fields.\\nIf for the Maid of Rahway\\nI m long oppressed with care,\\nMy business, all distracted,\\nWill drive me to despair.\\nWhy for the Maid of Rahway\\nI stroll oppressed with care,\\nMy bosom ever heaving,\\nMy mind forever there\\n199", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "200 THE MAID OF RAHWAY.\\nTis that the Maid of Rahway,\\nShould I to her appear,\\nA lover sick with passion,\\nShe would not lend an ear.\\nTis for the Maid of Rahway\\nI m suffering now with pain;\\nAnd to the Maid of Rahway\\nI venture to complain.\\nTis to the Maid of Rahway\\nI give what I possess\\nIf she will to the plaintiff\\nA love for him confess.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE MAID OF OLD TOWN.\\nDid ever ye rove,\\nThrough vale of the Clove\\nThere soon ye may gain,\\nThat fruitful old plain\\nThat lies back of Clifton.\\nLike the sun ever beaming,\\nThei e love s ever dreaming;\\nWhat a prize ye may gain,\\nOn the old smiling plain\\nThat lies back of Clifton.\\nNot a bird on the trees.\\nNor a sigh on the breeze\\nBut sweetness may gain.\\nOn that musical plain\\nThat lies back of Clifton.\\nWhat a pearl what a prize!\\nWill dazzle your eyes\\n201", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "202 THE MAID OF OLD TOWN.\\nNot a princess, nor crown,\\nCan compare with Old Town\\nThat lies back of Clifton.\\nThe pride of that plain,\\nO er ray heart may she reign,\\nAnd my love I ll repeat\\nTill it ceases to beat.\\nMay it lie back of Clifton.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "TO SOPHIE.\\nI HAVE THOUGHT OF THEE A THOUSAXD TIMES.\\nI ve thought of thee a thousand times\\nSince I beheld thy face\\nThose sparkling eyes, that polished brow,\\nThat almost heavenly grace.\\nOh no I ve thought of thee but once\\nIn one unbroken chain\\nAre bound my day-thoughts and my dreams\\nIn fancy s burning flame.\\n203", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "TO SOPHIE.\\nThere is music in that charming dame\\nOf all my love the trophy,\\nI could not love another lass\\nSo heavenly is my Sophie.\\n204", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE GIRL I LOVE SO DEARLY.\\nIt s great delight,\\nOf a winter night,\\nWhen the moon is shining clearly,\\nIn the distant lot\\nTo view the cot\\nOf the girl I love so dearly.\\nWhere the beacon showed,\\nThrough the woodland road,\\nThe cottage standing peerly,\\nThat friendly light\\nShall guide me right\\nTo the girl I love so dearly.\\nThere by the side\\nOf my lovely bride\\nTo spend an evening cheerly,\\nAnd ere we part,\\nThe tear shall start.\\nFrom the girl who loves me dearly\\n205", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "BIDDY YOUNG.\\nI WENT to church the other night,\\nMy head was gay, ray heart was light,\\nThey prayed subhme, and sweetly sung,\\nBut all was lost through Biddy Young,\\nMy tongue was mute, my heart was wrung.\\nOh I m unstrung by Biddy Young.\\nWith heavy heart I went away,\\nAnd thought of her both night and day\\nMy wounded heart was deeply stung\\nBy the soft eyes of Biddy Young.\\nMy tongue was mute, my heart was wrung.\\nOh I m unstrung by Biddy Young.\\nWith pensive brow I shun the field,\\nFor hope has ceased to count the yield.\\nAnd idly stroll the woods among.\\nAnd think alone of Biddy Young.\\nMy tongue was mute my heart was wrung.\\nOh I m unstrung by Biddy Young.\\n206", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "BIDDY YOUNG. 207\\nI drag along with feeble feet,\\nMy pulse has almost ceased to beat,\\nMy life on its last thread is swung,\\nAnd must I die for Biddy Young\\nMy tongue was mute, my heart was wrung.\\nOh I m unstrung by Biddy Young.\\nWhen this dull life has passed away,\\nAnd night has closed upon my day.\\nStill o er that rest a gloom is hung\\nThose dreams I fear of Biddy Young.\\nMy tongue is mute, my heart is wrung.\\nOh I m undone by Biddy Young.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "TO MISS MARY L. PELTON.\\nOh, Mary, the sun of our joy,\\nWhy hast thou thus left us forlorn\\nHow could ye our pleasure destroy,\\nWhile the dewdrops yet spangled the morn\\nEvery face is the stamp of despair.\\nAll nature seems teeming with pain,\\nThe trees look so naked and bare,\\nThat they never can blossom again.\\nLike the sun when he slopes down the south.\\nWhat a waste he leaves barren and drear.\\nYet safe he retireth in strength,\\nWhile the winter pours in on his rear.\\nIf, perchance, you revisit my dreams,\\nSo transient the joys you display.\\nSuch a chaos of brightness it seems.\\nLike meteors they vanish ere day.\\n208\\ni\\ni", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0220.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "TO MISS MARY L. P ELTON. 209\\nOh that you were but a star,\\nTliat your twinkling might gladden our plain,\\nAnd I, on some heavenly car.\\nLike Orion, pursuing in vain.\\nBut why thus the moments beguile,\\nOr mourn for the sunshine and shower;\\nTo invite you again to our isle,\\nIs all that is left in our power.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0221.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "MY ISLAND MAID.\\nSuEE as brightest gems abound,\\nWhere the milky way is laid,\\nSo fairest ones on isles are found,\\nBut loveliest is my Island maid.\\nShe d gild Orion s shoulder bright\\nWith meaner gems his sword is laid-\\nOr turn the lovers madd ning flight.\\nWould my lovely Island maid.\\nAnother world she would destroy,\\nNor deem the forfeit dearly paid\\nLike Helen fire another Troy,\\nWould my lovely Island maid.\\nBut I am over fond tis shown,\\nAnd scarce can write another line\\nThis Island maid shall be my own.\\nAnd bloom my lovely valentine.\\n210", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0222.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF INKERMANN.\\nIs it Heaven s frown that thus appears,\\nOr nature melting into tears?\\nBut through the fog the hirid morn\\nMust darker grow, and more forlorn.\\nHark the city s distant bell,\\nSadly echoes through the dell;\\nAnd the cannon s distant roar\\nDeep resounds along the shore,\\nWhile storm and darkness yet prevail.\\nThe insidious foe creeps through the dale,\\nAnd up the steep and rugged height,\\nThey wait the coming of the light\\nHark! the beating of the drum.\\nTo arms to arms they come, they come\\nVolley on volley the muskets pour,\\nFearfully the death-shots gore,\\nIn vain our bravest troops advance\\nTo fall before the Cossack lance\\n211", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0223.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "212 THE BATTLE OF INKERMANN.\\nThe remnant of our lines retire,\\nBefore the cannon s deadly fire.\\nMad the rage of battle tore,\\nDeep the echoing cannons roar.\\nSharp the click of rifles pour\\nDying groans, and smoking gore.\\nAll combine to wake our fear\\nWhen we think no succor near.\\nNow, to save our lessening ranks,\\nComes the lightning of the Franks!\\nCourage in their step, we trace\\nThe light of battle in their face\\nNow awakes the slackening fight;\\nThe battle roars from left to right\\nThe fog s dispelled, outbursts the sun;\\nThe foe has fled, the field is won.\\nAh who can view this field of blood\\nA tyrant s rage, a tyrant s frown,\\nA pall should be that tyrant s scarf.\\nAn urn an emblem of his crown.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0224.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "CRITTENDON, THE CUBAN PATRIOT.\\nAll undeceived, the Patriot stands,\\nHis thouglits are on Iiis native land\\nHis lieart with freedom s pulse beats high,\\nBut mourns its wretched destiny.\\nHe thinks of his distant friends and home,\\nThe land where his fathers fought and bled\\nBut his fatliers for battle did not roam,\\nPolluting the land with hostile tread.\\nOh had he but in battle died,\\nOn the bloody field his valor tried.\\nSupinely stretched mid the shouting host,\\nSmiling to heaven, have yielded up the ghost.\\nBut think not the soldier s spirit is lost,\\nThough the demons of mischief have made him their\\nprey,\\nIn heaven tis reckoned what their avarice cost.\\nFor the blood of the patriot tliey dearly shall pay.\\n213", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0225.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "214 CRITTENBON, THE CUBAN PATRIOT.\\nAs the Roman expired so his spirit shall fly,\\nNor sickens the soul that shall never die,\\nBut the hero s death shall honor his grave\\nThat grave that was meant to dishonor the brave.\\nAt the rising of the people of Cuba in the summer of\\n1851, Gen. Lopez and Col. Crittendon, of Kentucky, at the\\nyiead of 450 men hastened from New Orleans by the steamer\\nPampero, landing Aug. 12th at a point called Playitas,\\nsome 30 miles west of Havana. Gen. Lopez then detailed\\n150 picked men under command of Col. Crittendon to\\nbring up the expeditionary baggage, and marched with\\nthe main body inland. Soon both commands were en-\\ngaged by heavy odds Crittendon manfully confronted\\nthe enemy, only to find his command cut down to 50 men\\nwithout arms and ammunition. These were taken pris-\\noners to Havana, where all of them were shot.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0226.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "AN ELEGY OK MY OLD CAT PINK.\\nBorn March 30th, ISSG died December 25th, 1849^\\nThis Christmas night has taken flight\\nThe noblest of her kind,\\nIn grief I write what I indite,\\nSo kindred seemed her mind.\\nPerhaps it will some body fill\\nWith intellect refined\\nIf souls advance, short be thy trance,\\nPerfection of thy kind.\\n215", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0227.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "AWAY, MY MUSE.\\nAway, my muse, I bid thee flee,\\nNor tempt me to the strife so vain\\nThe world but envies when it sees\\nThe laurels that we strive to gain.\\nI ll meet thee in some lone alcove,\\nOr at the winding woodland haunt,\\nOr at the gentle sighing grove\\nTo Ora s self thy praise I ll chant.\\n216", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0228.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "THE SPRING RAIN.\\nLet s rejoice amid the spring rain,\\nFor with it comes tlie flowers\\nWhile autumn s dark and sullen storms\\nBring naught but gloomy hours.\\n217", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0229.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "NOW I HAVE LEARNED IN LOVE TO\\nAPPEAR.\\nNow I have learned in love to appear,\\nJust as the world shows love for me\\nAnd mark them with contemptuous sneer\\nThat practices coquetry.\\n218", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0230.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "ANSWER TO A LADY THAT WANTED AN\\nINTRODUCTION.\\nFair stranger, be this truth transferred upon thy\\nheart\\nWho meet not, love not, weep not, nor have the pain\\nto part,\\n219", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0231.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "DID YOU EVER MARRY YET.\\nDid you ever marry yet,\\nAnd Iieiir a scolding woman fret?\\nWith the broomstick bang the cats,\\nAnd box about the dirty brats\\nDid you ever marry yet.\\nAnd hear the doctor dun for debt\\nThe butclier swear he would not wait,\\nAnd baker run to shun the gate?\\nDid you ever marry yet,\\nOr with the notion ever fret\\nYou d better hang till you are dead,\\nThan let the thought come in your head.\\n220", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0232.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "FULL MANY A LASS I VE LOVED.\\nFull many a lass Fve loved,\\nAnd many a girl has made me glad\\nYet never once a heart has moved\\nTis such a fate that makes me sad.\\nYet will I love, and love again,\\nThrough all my life though short or long,\\nAnd to my muse I ll still complain.\\nAnd own my passion in my song.\\n221", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0233.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "I NEED NOT TELL MY SOPHIE\\nTHAT I LOVE.\\nNo. 1.\\nI NEED not tune the vocal lyre\\nTo tell my Sophie that I love\\nNor need I play the flatterer s part\\nAnd call her more than gentle dove.\\nEnough to say that I am thine,\\nAnd thou shalt be my Valentine.\\n222", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0234.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "TO SOPHIE.\\nNo. 2.\\nThe south wind is blowing,\\nAnd spring is returning,\\nAnd tlie soft notes of love\\nIn each bosom is burning.\\nTis the heaven awakens\\nThis influence divine\\nWith joy I ll obey,\\nHere s to you, Valentine.\\n223", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0235.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "TO SOPHIE.\\nNo. 3.\\nLong as I liea,r the feathered tribes,\\nWith notes of joy tlie woodland rings\\nSo long, dear girl, shall be my pride\\nThy beauties and thy charms to sing.\\nLong as I love the budding trees,\\nOr view with joy the blushing rose,\\nSo long thy grace and charms shall please,\\nAnd eyes that with fond rapture glows.\\nLong as I feel the sacred fire.\\nThat wakes the soul to thoughts sublime,\\nSo long ril tune the vocal lyre\\nTo praises of my Valentine.\\n224", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0236.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "TO MARY.\\nNo. 4.\\nSo stands the elm in pride of strength,\\nAnd bears the clingmg fruitful vine,\\nWhose arms had been of useless length\\nWithout its cheering Valentine.\\n15 225", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0237.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "TO ISABEL.\\nNo. 5.\\nTell me! tell me! Isabel,\\nIf love like mine does in thee dwell\\nOr if tis vain to love thee, tell.\\nOr own it if reciprocal\\nBelieve me, girl, that love like mine,\\nWas seldom sent by Valentine.\\n226", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0238.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "BLEST BE THY CHOICE.\\nNone like the poet knows to love,\\nThe poet s flame is from above\\nBlest be thy choice to own me thine,\\nAnd doubly blest thy Valentine.\\n227-", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0239.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "PIECES FOR AN ALBUM.\\nNo. 1.\\nMy album is my heart s recorder\\nTo murk the various passions of each friend,\\nSad, or delighted, here I may prefer\\nA chosen few to succor or attend.\\nNo. 2.\\nWe, of ourselves, are but a point to start\\nEach social friend is an integral part,\\nWith Christ, the friend and Saviour of the soul,\\nAnd God, the great Creator, forms the whole\\nFaith, love, and friendship then thy throne up-\\nrear,\\nAnd heavenly truths on every page appear.\\nNo. 3.\\nWealth and honor, youth and beauty,\\nIn rivalry assembled here\\nWhat is then the minstrel s duty\\nOnly here to shed a tear.\\n228", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0240.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "PIECES FOR AN ALBUM. 229\\nThough each of these may be true-hearted,\\nYet all conspire to crush the flame\\nAnd when the luring gem s departed,\\nIt only leaves its empty name.\\nNo. 4.\\nLong may this verse your vision bless,\\nAnd seem the work of yesterday,\\nWhen this hand shall withering blight confess.\\nOr moulder in its parent clay.\\nNo. 5.\\nPardon me, dear friend, if 1 presume\\nTo place so dull a flower amid this bloom\\nThe brightest petals, when they pass away.\\nLeave no fair fruit to cheer a future day.\\nNo. 6.\\nIn flattering verse to jingle Charlotte s name\\nOn this fair page may be a poet s part\\nBut mine shall be to write indelibly\\nThe name of friendship on its owner s heart.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0241.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "230 PIECES FOR AN ALBUM.\\nNo. 7.\\nWhen wasting time has swept this hand away,\\nShould this remain here learn its faithful heart,\\nWhere truth and honor held their quiet reign,\\nAnd smooth-tongued flattery never claimed a part.\\nNo. 8.\\nDear Lady, though you bid me write,\\nI scarcely know what to indite\\nFor should I tell you that I love,\\nIt only would to laughter move\\nIf I to flattery tune a string.\\nThe muses will refuse to sing.\\nI ll hang my harp upon the trees,\\nAnd trust the grandeur of the breeze,\\nAnd call the gentle zephyrs nigh,\\nAnd only answer sigh for sigh.\\nNo. 9.\\nLike Eden this may bloom so fair,\\nThat ev ry one their taste may suit.\\nNor need they fear the serpent s snare,\\nFor here is no forbidden fruit.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0242.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0243.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0244.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "THE POETICAL WORKS\\nOF\\nDANIEL PELTON\\nTOGETHER WITH\\nDISCOURSE AND LECTURES\\nBefore the Athcncruin Society in the early Forties\\nVOL. II.\\nNEW YORK\\nW. L. ALLISON CO.\\nPublishers", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0247.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "~G2270\\nCopyright, 1896, and 1899,\\nBY\\nDANIEL PELTON.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0248.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "PREFACE TO VOLUME SECOND.\\nAgain I offer to the public another volume of my Poetical\\nWorks the flattering accounts that I have received of\\nmy first book is all the apology I shall present. I court no\\nspecial favor from that inestimable and invaluable class of\\nfellow citizens known as critics, who so kindly handled the\\nfirst publications of such writers as Byron, Moore and Mrs.\\nHemans nee Browne, and many others. Let the readers\\nplease themselves, and if they do not like it I shall be sorry\\nbut not angry.\\nYours sincerely,\\nDANIEL PELTON.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0249.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0250.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nBeautiful lines by Mrs. Ella Benedict Burkman on the\\nAuthor s Eighty-first Birthday 1\\nAuthor s lines in reply to Mrs. Ella Benedict Burkman, 3\\nLines from Mrs. Sophi(^ J. Franklin Pelton to the\\nAuthor, suggested on the Franklin Street L. Road\\nStation 3\\nLines written by Mrs. Sophie J. Franklin Pelton on\\nthe death of her splendid hound, Beauty, May\\n13th, 1896 5\\nTo Thomas Moore 6\\nMy First Courtship 7\\nThe Atlantic 10\\nI m Sick of Love 18\\nOn the Death of Miss Mary L. Flake U\\nHeaven 15\\nThe Melancholy Hours of Life 17\\nLet no Rude One 17\\nReflections on the Past 17\\nFriendship 18\\nWritten in the Trinity Churchyard, when they were\\nRebuilding the Church about 1843 19\\nBe Ready 20\\nOld Melancholy, art Thou Come Again 21\\nMelancholy 22\\nA Vision 22\\nTo Mary Ann (My Sister) 23\\niii", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0251.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "iv CON Ti: NTS.\\nPAGE\\nReflections on tlie Future 24\\nOn Doubting to Invite a Poor Man Whilst I was Sick. 24\\nBlest is the Man 25\\nOn Seeing a Store Shut by the Sheriff 25\\nOvid s Lament 26\\nWritten during the Mexican War 27\\nA Visit to my Native Spot 27\\nOnce Like the Light it Shone 38\\nNor Downy Sleep 29\\nDespondency 29\\nThe Same 31\\nMid Pensive Thought 32\\nMary s Cruelty 34\\nShe Never Will be Mine 34\\nI am Not Loved 35\\nFor an Album 36\\nTo Sophia 37\\nShe Nevet Yet Was Mine 37\\nLet Mary Love whom Mary Will 38\\nTill Woman Shows More Love for Me 38\\nThus Ends every Pleasure in Gloom 39\\nI Feel Life s Ebbing Joys Depart 40\\nWritten when Going to California 41\\nOn Hearing the Wind Moan through a Dry Stalk 43\\nWhat Do I Hate Her 43\\nSadness 44\\nMary s Tear 45\\nI Still in Sadness to my Heart Return 45\\nWhen I am Dead and Gone 46\\nThe Last Tree of the Orchard 46\\nJudge Not from What you See 47\\nGive me that Peace of Mind 49\\nTo Jennie 49\\nOh Mary Loveliest Shade 49", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0252.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. V\\nPAGE\\nThe Dying Calif ornian 50\\nThe Chrysanthemum 52\\nOil, Life thou Dull Incumbent Load 53\\nYe Grassy Banks and Meadows Green 54\\nWell Sits the Dewdrop on the Rose 54\\nOh Bury Me among the Trees I Love 55\\nWritten while Sitting over my Mother s Grave the\\nEvening of her Burial 55\\nAh Cruel Fate 56\\nI have no Tears to Slied 58\\nHow could j ou Venture fortli, my Love 59\\nAnd I must ever Pine 59\\nOn Cutting down the Noble Old Cherry Trees 60\\nMeeting of Two Homesick Gold Diggers 61\\nPrayer 03\\nCalifornia Emigrant s Prayer 63\\nFrom the Dead to the Living 64\\nSince Mary Longed to Leave this Earth 65\\nO er Mary s Grave 66\\nMy Jenny 66\\nNot Always Now 67\\nAh Melancholy Soft-Eyed Maid 67\\nRetirement 67\\nCharming Nature 08\\nA Tale of my Grandsire 69\\nA True Story 81\\nFair Virginia 85\\nSent to Baron Duffie. on the Birth of his First Son.\\nAnswer to a Telegram 89\\nOn the Death of Miss Fannj- Leggett 89\\nThe Vision 90\\nOn Henry Fountain, died 1840 91\\nOn the Death of John Totten 92\\nTo the Widowed Mother 93", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0253.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "vi CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nIs Life too Short 93\\nOn the Death of the Daughters of Capt. John Barker. 93\\nOn Sitting up with Jacob Bodine 95\\nHymn Written on Hearing a Missionary Sermon\\nPreached by Rev. Dr. James Brownlee, D.D 98\\n42d Psahn, Versified 99\\n133d Psahn 99\\nPe, Versified 100\\n134th Psalm, Versified 101\\nThe Song of Moses, a Canticle, Versified, Ex. xv 101\\n29th Psalm, Versified 104\\nAn Elegy on a Poor Man 104\\nThe Dream 105\\nAn Invitation 108\\nA Valentine, February 14th, 1849 109\\nTo Miss Irene 110\\nThe Dying Drunkard 110\\nA Temperance Hymn Ill\\nThe Brave are not Forgotten Ill\\nOh, Bury Me mid the Trees I Love 112\\nWritten on the Result of the Election, 1845 112\\nWritten at a Wedding 115\\nThe Rescue. 115\\nWritten on Hearing the Result of Mercer s Trial 117\\nLozenges and Paste 118\\nWritten for a Friend to Answer a Doggerel Slur 118\\nA Letter Carried by a Client 120\\nThe Spider Fight 120\\nOh Absalom 121\\nThe Rustic Poet 122\\nOur Revolutionary Grandsires 128\\nOn Seeing the Great Western coming up the Lower\\nBay on her First Trip to this Country (the First\\nSteamer) 123", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0254.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. vii\\nPAGE\\nA Pastoral 124\\nThe Tree of Liberty 125\\nAn Elegy on a Troublesome Pet 126\\nLove should be Reciijrocal 126\\nHenry Clay, 1848 127\\nSilence, written at a Party 128\\nOur Beautiful Hounds 129\\nTo Lord Byron 130\\nTo Flavius Josephus 130\\nTo Tupper 130\\nTo Thomson 131\\nTo Scott 131\\nOn Seeing a Rosebud that was broken down by a Hail-\\nstorm 131\\nThe Grape Vine 132\\nThe Violet 132\\nSweet is the Banquet of tlie Mind 133\\nAn Ode 134\\nAmex icans to Anns 135\\nThe Alien of Erin 137\\nThe Pole s Dream 138\\nBe Frugal, ye Poles 140\\nThe Hottest Sun 140\\nWell-Tempered Steel 141\\nThe Warning 141\\nTo Liberty 142\\nRise, Patriots, Rise 143\\nTo Irishmen 145\\nThe Squall 145\\nAlas for Poor Poland 147\\nWritten whilst sitting up with a Sick Friend, John\\nJones 149\\nOn the Death of General W. H. Harrison, 1841 150\\nWritten whilst sitting up with a Dead Friend. 151", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0255.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "Viii CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nDid ever Lofty Thought Arise 152\\nTo the Memory of Charles Adams 152\\nDaniel Pelton, born January 17th, 1818 153\\nTo the Memory of Henry Kirke Wliite 153\\nHenry Kirke Wliite 154\\nOn the Death of General Lopez, 1851 154\\nThe Poor Bard 155\\nThe Squall 155\\nOn the Death of John Shaughnessy 156\\nAbd-ul-Aziz, the Governor, or Mis-i uler, of Bosnia and\\nHei zegovina, from 18G1 to 1876 156\\nGaribaldi 157\\nWelcome, Kossuth 1 58\\nTo Robert B. Minturn 159\\nAn Otle. Imitation of Anacreon 161\\nI Wadna Leave my Bonnie Hanie 161\\nTo Matilda 162\\nHow can I Bear this Smouldering Fire 163\\nNevr Year s Day 163\\nAn Acrostic, to Mary II 164\\nTo a Blind Girl. 164\\nI have Loved a Thousand Doves 165\\nTo Miss Anna H 165\\nTo Catharine 167\\nI Dreamed I had a Dream 167\\nTo Miss A 168\\nLove 169\\nOn Presenting a Lady with a Jeweled Heart 170\\nTo Spring 171\\nI d Take Ye from that Clay-Cold Place 172\\nThe Flora 172\\nCollins Graves Ride 173\\nNature Asleep 175\\nThe Clove near Silver Lake 176", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0256.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. ix\\nPAGE\\nTo a Blind Young Lady 177\\nOn a Lady Tearing her Dress whilst getting out of a\\nCarriage 178\\nPride 179\\nSong, The Old Maid s Conquests 180\\nWho would not be a Rose-bug 181\\nHow he got a Seat an Old Story 182\\nPride, with a Moral 183\\nOn a Priest Watching the Girls Bathing 185\\nCauglit in a Storm 186\\nThe First Merchant Tailor 187\\nPat s Complaint, Sunday Morning 187\\nA Tliousand a Year 188\\nSaid an Angel to Jove 189\\nCain and Abel 189\\nA Chilly Fragment 193\\nPoor Jim Crow 193\\nAn Elegy on our Old Cat, Jim 194\\nThe Frolic, In the Old Fountain House 195\\nA Walk on the New Road 197\\nLittle Dill-Dally, the Pest of the Land 199\\nThe Leeches, on having them applied 200\\nThe Pomegranate 201\\nThe Picnic 203\\nValentine to Peck 203\\nThere is Something in a Name 204\\nGrace before Graham Bread 205\\nThe Captive Eagle, 1834 205\\nThe Irish Boy has Returned from the War. The\\nMexican W^ar, 1847. Song 206\\nThe Fire- Worshipper s Prayer 207\\nNot Always Melancholy 208\\nOn the Coming of Jenny Lind in 1850, supposed to be\\nwritten by herself r 208", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0257.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "X CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nA Kiss a Day 209\\nLike Ocean Waves 209\\nTo Sophie 210\\nEqual Blessings are from Heaven 210\\nMy Cup Distil with Peaceful Hours 210\\nA Fragment from the Burnt Lexington 211\\nMay, 1838 211\\nDark Winter Slowly Rolled Away 212\\nGod s Creatures 212\\nThis Morning Rose as Bright a Sun 214\\nThe Banks of Kill Von Kull 214\\nWritten on the Approach of a Thunder-Shower, after\\nsevere Drought 215\\nAn Orphan in a Foreign Land 217\\nWritten on a Cast-Off 217\\nTo Miss Ursula Niess 218\\nThe Eye is the Index of the Soul 218\\nBuild Tliine Own House 219\\nOn taking a Horse 219\\nOn Seeing a Cow s Carcass 220\\nWho Would not Love a Gentle Maid 221\\nTo my Darling 221\\nOn Meeting a Friend 221\\nThe Pirate 222\\nTom Clark s Trip. 222\\nAdvice to Youth. 222\\nSeek not for Me 223\\nThe Wee Bunch of Hair 223\\nThe Lazy Man 224\\nTo Mr, What-you-call-him s Daughter 225\\nTo Susan 226\\nAuld Aunty V 227\\nOn Seeing a Sign over the Store-door 228\\nA Parody on Tippecanoe and Tyler, too 229", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0258.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. xi\\nPAGE\\nWritten on the First Election News 230\\nA Jolly Deacon 231\\nYankee Doodle, a Deacon and Clown 232\\nThe Darkies Jubilee 234\\nElection Song, Coon 234\\nJUVENILE SCRAPS.\\nThe Old Toper 236\\nThe Slave to Intemperance 236\\nOld Buster. 237\\nTo Mrs. Simon Peter 237\\nOn Burying a Dead Horse 238\\nPope, Hold thy Peace 238\\nOn Seeing a Young Lady s Dirty Neck 238\\nThe Prophecy 239\\nTo Jane Why Wish Thee 239\\nI Would not be a Slave 239\\nYankee Doodle Dewey 240\\nThe Patriot s Call 241\\nUraldo and Duna-rina 242\\nDerick and Hendrick 244\\nOn the Pencil Cuts of my Grandparents 247\\nCan I Wound Another Breast 248\\nTake me, Lady 248\\nTo my Old Mare 248\\nA Discourse on Instinct and Reason 249\\nMy Leaden Soldiers 263\\nHome 263\\nGaribaldi 264\\nThe Vision 265\\nDebate on Secret Societies 268\\nDebate Ought the Right of Suffrage be Extended to\\nthe Black Population. Part I 276", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0259.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "2 TO MRS. ELLA BENEDICT BURKMAN.\\nWe greet thee, noble bard of eighty-one\\nBlest be the remnant of thy days\\nAnd when the heavenly messenger shall come\\nTo guide thee to thy Home, the King to praise,\\nMay holy peace attend thine upward way\\nBut yet the wish sincere we bring to thee\\nIs that we all may live to see the day\\nWhen thou shall count thy years a century\\nElla Benedict Bukkman.\\nRavenhurst, January, 17, 1899.\\nTO MES. ELLA BENEDICT BURKMAK.\\nAn Answer to Lines Written to me on my Eighty-first Birth-\\nday. Entitled The Bard of Eighty-one.\\nSweet songster o er j^our welcome gift\\nFor naught more welcome comes than song\\nThe soul inspired in raptures lift.\\nEnchantment rolls the verse along.\\nI seize the lyre, the tuneful strings\\nFrom sympathy its power attains\\nThe echoing notes repeating sing\\nThe music of thy heavenly strains.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0260.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "FHOM MRS. SOPHIE J. FRANKLIN FELTON. 3\\nFor seldom I break forth aloud,\\nHalf coy, half fear, my notes restrain,\\nLest I the spheres with discord crowd,\\nAnd discord fills my soul with pain.\\nLike winter birds in gentle song\\nI warble forth my plaintiv^e lays\\nOr in silent raptures urged along.\\nTransported with bewildering maze.\\nThus let me thank thee for the lays\\nThat s filled my soul with sacred fire,\\nAnd strengthens my declining days.\\nWith animated life s desire.\\nDaniel Pelton.\\nJanuary 17, 1899.\\nLINES FEOM MES. SOPHIE J. FRAKKLm\\nPELTON TO HER HUSBAND.\\nSuggested on the Franklin Street L,-Boad Station.\\nTo my darling Hubby most dear\\nThese Franklin lines may seem queer\\nBut in the name there s some fatality,\\nAs he was born in this locality\\nAnd on the birthday\\nOf the great far away,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0261.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX BY SAID HUBBY,\\nWho bottled electricity,\\nTo his great felicity.\\nAnd he married one a calamity\\nBut still we will hope for sweet charity.\\nFor he loves her, and thinks her a rarity.\\nAPPENDIX BY SAID HUBBY.\\nNow he has found her a reality,\\nIn her great frugality\\nAnd her bearing in majesty.\\nWith her Christian sanctity.\\nWith acknowledged ability\\nAnd her royal stability,\\nAnd her marvelous agility\\nAll this with civility.\\nMks. Pelton Adds\\nAll this and more, with ample store,\\nWith avoirdupois gain of thirty-five pounds or\\nmore.\\nJanuary 15, 1895.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0262.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "BT MBS. SOPHIE J. FRANKLIN PELTON.\\nLINES WEITTEK BY MKS. SOPHIE J.\\nFRANKLIN PELTON ON THE DEATH OF\\nHEE SPLENDID HOUND, BEAUTY.\\nMy beautiful Hound has left me.\\nI hope for a happier realm\\nFor faith sincere and trusty,\\nShe never left the helm.\\nThat sad, sad hour of parting,\\nI never, never can forget\\nFor still I see her struggling.\\nAnd hear her breathing yet.\\n^o more life s pulse is beating,\\nIts evening came at last\\nBut Oh our joys how fleeting.\\nWhat happy hours have past.\\nNow they have fled and gone.\\nAnd I m pining for my pet\\nThe weary hours are long.\\nAnd still I must regret.\\nBut still I have a friend.\\nThat friend to man was given\\nWhen joy on earth is gone,\\nThere still is hope in heaven.\\nMay 13. 1896.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0263.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "TO THOMAS MOORE.\\nTO THOMAS MOOEE.\\nSpirits of the Mighty dead\\nThat chance to roam this cis- Atlantic shore\\nWho stamp the air with soft ^ohan tread,\\nAttend the praises of the immortal Moore\\nThough not for thee I tune the vocal lyre,\\nTis for my Sophie, if she ll deign to read.\\nEnough of bland I feel my rising fire,\\nI ve tun d my chords, and now I may proceed.\\nErin s bard, I love thy song.\\nOf softest notes, and sweetest tale\\nThe muses have inspir d thy tongue,\\nSweet singing Bard of Innisfail.\\nFull often has thy Lalla Kookh\\nCheer d my melancholy hours\\nEull well I love that charming book,\\nThat sings of love in eastern bowers.\\nAnd old Anacreon lives again,\\nAs musical as when of yore\\nTo sing whose praises it were vain,\\nThat often have been sung before.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0264.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "MY FIRST COURTSHIP.\\nLike old Apollo s primal lyre,\\nWhose music still dwells in the shell;\\nThus Erin s bard in living fire,\\nOn Erin s harp shall ever dwell.\\nWhilst Cupid round the heart does play,\\nLove raptur d Bards shall sound thy name\\nNor aught that jealous man can say,\\nShall ever mar that well-earn d fame.\\nWhile Erin boasts a fruitful isle,\\nOr Erin can an exile send,\\nSo long that exile with a smile\\nThy melodies to heaven shall wend.\\nMY FIEST COUKTSHIP.\\nIn some enterprises the first onset proves the\\nfortune of the undertaking, and so superstitiously\\nare we affected by that fact that often without\\nfurther trial we abandon our schemes as lost. Such\\nwas the fact with my first courtship. Whether I\\nwas really in love, or instinctively urged to a\\nsense of natural duty, or how I made the eng-aire-\\nment, or whether it was made with me, I cannot\\nnow say but circumstances connected with tlie\\nfacts are more vivid in my mind than matters of", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0265.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "8 MY FIRST COURTSHIP.\\nyesterday. I had dressed myself with uncommon\\ncare, as I thought, although, as the facts after-\\nwards came out, I had worn a condemned shirt,\\nput my collar on inside out, and my boots were\\nodd ones. 1 was endeavoring to get away from\\nhome with as little fuss as possible, and slipped off\\nto the barn alone to harness my horses, and ran out\\nthe carriage to hitch them to but when I began\\nto buckle them fast, it appeared by the harness\\nthat the horses must be placed wrong. I set about\\nto correct the mistake, and when I had made all\\nfast, and was about to start, a rough fellow in my\\nemploy, whom we called Judge, with the most un-\\nhallowed voice cried out that I had the larboard\\nhorse on the starboard side, and with a sarcastic\\ngrin reckoned I must be a-sparking equally per-\\nplexed and mortified I made no reply, but asked\\nhim to come and help put them right. He no\\nsooner came up than his tantalizing look showed\\nhe had made another discovery, and, as he ex-\\npressed it, I had put the right harness on the\\nwrong horse, and thus a second mistake had\\ngrown out of the first, for, instead of shifting the\\nhorses I should have shifted the harness. He set to\\nwork to place things right, and, as I was of little\\nor no service to him, he told me to stand out of\\nthe way, as I must be excited, when I placed my-\\nself in front of the horses rather near a hog-pen,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0266.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "MY FIRST COURTSHIP. 9\\nwhen a forward, unmannerly pig, supposing the\\ntail of my coat, like his own useless appendage,\\nwas made more for ornament than use, took the\\nliberty of severing it from its body. And now\\nthe Judge s mirth was at its height, and my\\nmisery at its depth. It was the second time I had\\nworn the coat. I did not know which was the\\ngreatest evil, losing the new coat or having to\\nwear the old one, but there was no choosing, I\\nmust bear them both. By the time I could make\\nthe change the horses were ready, and I drove off\\nin a hurry. It was after my time when I reached\\nthe house, and to all appearance she had been as\\nmuch ahead of it. The young lady met me at\\nthe gate of her house almost as soon as I stopped,\\nwhich I considered good luck. She saluted me by\\nsaying, I was afraid something had happened,\\nwhich I answered with a grin, that I might not\\ncommit myself. In my previous plans I had de-\\ntermined not to overdo the matter with politeness,\\nso, without moving, I took her by the hand and\\nhauled her in. She had a good deal to say and\\nlooked me in the face very often. Don t think I\\nwas very loquacious did not mind trifles, ran over\\nrocks and stones, bent my carriage top in a load of\\nhay, and sundry other mishaps got back without\\ngreat loss or damage, left the girl where I found\\nher, don t recollect whether she asked me in, or to", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0267.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "10 THE ATLANTIC.\\ncome again, as I bad my mind made up, I need not\\nnow say how. The next time I used the carriage\\nI found a small mitten in it with the thumb pretty\\nwell sucked off and I have never found out\\nhow it got there. This was an angry sore, but no\\none ever chaffed me with it, unless by accident.\\nMy tailor, when he saw my coat, reckoned\\nI had been keeping company with hogs, and a\\nlady of my acquaintance sometime afterwards\\nasked me if I had not a habit of sucking my\\nthumb. ISTow I do not know that the story ever\\ngot about, but for a long time it appeared to me\\nas if everybody knew it, and was all the time\\nthinking about it.\\nTHE ATLANTIC.\\nA sailor s tale.\\nCome, ladies and landsmen, whom fortune defends,\\nI ll tell you of the mis ry that sailors attends\\nOf the good ship Atlantic on the deep sea long\\ntost.\\nAnd a port safely reached, Avhen hope owned her\\nlost.\\nOn the fourth day of Christmas from Liverpool\\nwe sail,\\nWith wind from west-southwest, blowing a gale", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0268.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "THE ATLANTIC. 11\\nThe next day passing Cape Clear, with pilot on\\nboard\\nWe could not release him, so the rough billows\\nroared,\\nKine days of good cheer, and liard labor, we\\nweatherVl the gale,\\nWhen her shaft burst asunder, and forced us to\\nsail.\\nBy the help of storm canvas our ship was hove to,\\nAll night and next day work d our long weary\\ncrew.\\nThree days we lay to, for it still blew a gale.\\nO er the ice-cover d deck, and the stiff rattling\\nsail.\\nThen the wind chang d to northwest, and less\\nviolent did blow,\\nWhen the word was to Halifax To Halifax hi\\nho!\\nBut the observation next day drove all our cheer\\naway,\\nWe had been driven from our course two hundred\\nmiles astray\\nTwas vain to head the wind, for a noble steamer s\\nsail\\nIs the sport of the wind, and the prey of the gale.\\nNow the old gale to southwest has struck in\\nanew,\\nAnd our ship, always losing, once more is hove to", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0269.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "12 THE ATLANTIC.\\nWhen a large ship drove by us, and our flag for\\nhelp did fly\\nOh she never was a Yankee, or she d never been\\nso shy.\\nA council was held, and it was agreed all round\\nThat for old Europe s coast, the vessel should be\\nbound.\\nFor account of our stores, proved provisions get-\\nting shorter.\\nAnd all were on allowance, put on precious bread\\nand water.\\nAnd now ten days we are flying before the driving\\ngale.\\nWhen the joyful news of land, and the port of\\nCork we hail,\\nWe anchor in the harbor, to forsake the hand\\nthat blessed.\\nAnd revelling in our fortune, forget our wanted\\nrest.\\nNor cruel were those wild winds, though oft they\\nrent our sail,\\nBut lent us for a herald a kind and favoring\\ngale,\\nThat bore our prayers above the storms, that\\nwere so freely given\\nTo the Father of sailors, in the Mansions of\\nHeaven.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0270.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "FM SJCK OF LOVE. 13\\nI M SICK OF LOVE.\\nI GRIEVE that I have loved so much,\\nI grieve my temper it is such\\nThat I have often loved in vain,\\nAnd sought for love I ne er could gain.\\nFor I have lov d full many a maid,\\nAnd have not had that love repaid\\nI hope I ne er shall love again,\\nTo me love s profit is its pain.\\nThis is a truth. I tell with shame\\nA truth that does my bosom pain\\nFull many a maid has shown me love,\\nWhile from their glances I did rove.\\nOft have I met a courteous glance.\\nAnd, tempted by it to advance.\\nIn the next meeting did appear\\nThat love had settled to a sneer.\\nThey say that love is from the sky.\\nThat love with mortals cannot die\\nIf earth s frail love e er reached the sky.\\nThen heaven with love took many a lie.\\nLove is but an earth-born flame,\\nLow in birth, but high in fame,\\nIts meteor lights are fair to see\\nBut meteor like, they shine and fiee.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0271.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "14 Oy THE DEATH OF MISS MARY L. FLAKE.\\nThey paint love as the rainbow bright,\\nAnd as it shines it s all delight.\\nThey tell us gentle love will rove\\nBut who can catcli the bow or dove\\nLet friendship be our only guide,\\nSwift glides our bark before the tide,\\nThe willing helmsman, and tlie wind\\nFast leaves the sinking shores behind.\\nWhen folly bids us court the adverse wind,\\nOur useless sails but drives our bark behind\\nWhen wrecked at length upon a leeward shore.\\nThe boisterous winds tempestuous o er us roar.\\nON THE DEATH OF MISS MAKY L. FLAKE.\\nDied Nov. Uth, 1897.\\nAnd is the sufferer gone A solemn gloom\\nTo think the sufferer lies beneath the tomb.\\nAh, no far, far away the s])irit flies\\nThe immortal soul we trust is in the skies.\\nNo more to suffer, no more to agonize.\\nLong borne the cross, long suffered earthly pain,\\nReleas d by death, she seeks the promised gain\\nWith angel guide, in angel s bright aiTay,\\n\u00c2\u00a7he meets her sister angels on the way.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0272.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "HEAVEN. 15\\nWitli one kind tliou ^Iit still lini^cring- in her mind,\\nor mourning friends that linger still behind\\nBut free from death, and free from earth s alarms,\\nShe presses on to reach her Saviour s arms.\\nNov. 17th, 1S97.\\nHEAVEN.\\nTnAT i)lace of rest from wear} time,\\nThat lifts our minds to thoughts sublime;\\nHow restful to the longing soul,\\nThat thinks the grave is not tin; goal.\\nYes, time to all eternity,\\nWill grant there is a Deity\\nAtheist, Deist, and Infidel\\nWill grant there is a otent spell\\nThat tells them God is nigh,\\nAYlien they look into the starry sky.\\nAnd let the fool alone to sigh,\\nAlas Alas, no God is nigh\\nWhat innate power directs our will,\\nAye, yes that power is with us still.\\nIn spite of all our outward show.\\nTo his great power we all must bow^\\nGreat God, to you I humbly pray,\\nThat I in belief may never stray", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0273.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "16 HEA VEN.\\nBut be my constant guide and stafif,\\nTo rest within your arms at last\\nDirect, protect, and help me live,\\nAbide thy w\\\\\\\\\\\\, and all forgive.\\nSophie Josephine Feanklin.\\nShrove Tuesday, February 10, IS Jl.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0274.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "HOURS OF MELANCHOLY,\\nTHE MELANCHOLY HOURS OF LIFE.\\nThe melancholy hours of life,\\nThat oft obscure the prime of youth,\\nIf armed by faith roll back the strife,\\nTill all s dissolved in hope and truth.\\nLET NO RUDE OXE.\\nLkt no rude one, witli impious hand.\\nWith doggerel verse these pages brand,\\nLet no mean subject here appear,\\nFriendship and holy love are here.\\nREFLECTIONS ON THE PAST.\\nI oxcE was gallant, once was gay,\\nBut now, alas tis passed away\\nI once enjoyed life s witching smile.\\nIt could my vouthful hours beguile.\\n17", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0275.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "Ig FRIENDSHIP.\\nI dream of hours that have passed away,\\nTo me in dreams they still seem gay\\nBut when I wake again it seems\\nThat joy and friendship both are dreams.\\nBy yonder brook there stands a tree,\\nWhere nought but l)lossonis you may see.\\nBut the gay bush does not display\\nThe roses that have passed away.\\nThus might we view the human race,\\nAnd not a mark of time would trace,\\nShould we but seek the fairest flower\\nAnd only view it for an hour.\\nFEIENDSIIIP.\\nWho cares for friends when fortune smiles.\\nAnd every scene the time beguiles,\\nWhen every change new joys dis})lay.\\nAnd only change to look more gay.\\nGive me the friends that misery tends,\\nWhere virtue pines their succor lends,\\nI d deem such friend, to me when given,\\nA ffuardian angel sent from Heaven.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0276.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "WRITTEN IN THE TRINITY CHURCn-TARD. 19\\nGive me the friend that succor gives,\\nAnd seeks for misery where it lives\\nI rate such friend, to me when given,\\nThe richest blessing sent from Heaven.\\nWRITTEN IK THE TRIXITY CHURCH-\\nYARD WHEX THEY WERE REBUILD-\\nING THE CHURCH, ABOUT 1843.\\nBehold the busy crowds of living clay,\\nRegardless pass what moulders here away\\nThus the tall corn rears high its lusty head.\\nAnd careless waves o er former crops that s dead\\nIts nodding plumes amid soft zephyrs play\\nNor felt the frost that soon shall sweep away.\\nBut pause and view (and our life s blood shall\\nchill.\\nAnd every vein shall feel the aching thrill).\\nWhere moss-bound tombstones scarce their tops\\ndisplay,\\nAnd ruin heaped where mortal frames deca3^\\nThe rough canaille, that moves these heaps away,\\nShall disregard the sacred mouldering clay.\\nSoft pity touched, the secret tear shall shed,\\nAnd inly mourn the ruin here that s spread\\nAmid their tombs with solemn pace she ll tread,\\nAlike the honored and dishonored dead", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0277.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "20 BE READY.\\nThere marble history alone of death can tell\\nBruised and defaced till it s not legible.\\nBut from these thoughts to distant times I fly\\nWhen no soft pity ll mark the ruder eye,\\nWhen the tall fane upon the ground shall lay\\nIn ruined heaps that time shall scarce decay,\\nAnd far around the scattered ruin spread\\nAlike neglected, the temple and the dead.\\nWhen thoughtless shepherd here shall careless\\ntread.\\nO er ruined heaps and tomb-encumbered dead\\nNot the same language shall their minds employ,\\nFor indolence does labored tongues destroy,\\nThen hushed the din of noisy city s cry.\\nAnd the lone screech-owl hoot a mournful sig-h\\nBut cease, my thoughts, cease thy lament to pour.\\nE en time itself, in time shall be no more.\\nBE EEADY.\\nTo-day we are filled with lusty life\\nTo-morrow we may cease the strife.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0278.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "OLD MELANCHOLY, ART THOU COME AGAIN 1 21\\nOLD MELANCHOLY, AET THOU COME\\nAGAIN\\nOld Melancholy, art thou come again,\\nTo cast thy gloom upon my aching brain,\\nOf thou, cursed demon, must I be possessed,\\nTo fire my brain, and load my laboring breast?\\nOld Melancholy, art thou come again\\nTo hold o er me thy cursed unwelcome reign?\\nThou worst of tyrants, iron is tliy sway\\nI hate thee, demon but can t drive away.\\nOld Melancholy, art thou come again\\nThink thou to hold o er me eternal reign?\\nThe time will come when death shall set me free,\\nDark as he is, I love him more than thee.\\nBut who can tell what lies within the grave\\nColleagued with death his reign he yet may save\\nYet will I hope, for hope can ease our pain,\\nTo find beyond that bourne a happier reign.\\nAs ocean waves we pass away,\\nAnd still there are enough that stay.\\nWhilst I am alive my pain they ll never see.\\nWhen I am dead, they ll learn to pity me.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0279.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "22 A VISION.\\nMELANCHOLY.\\nWhat is this pain my bosom yields,\\nThis strong desire to be alone?\\nThough wandering through fertile fields,\\nMy bosom feels the torrid zone.\\nNot like the little sportive bird,\\nOr noble beast that joins the herd,\\nBut like the melanchol} dove\\nWhose notes are heard in some lone grove.\\nA VISION.\\nWhat smouldering thoughts torment my burning\\nbrain,\\nWhat fans it now, and urges to a flame\\nUtopian forms in distant dimness rise,\\nNear and mere near the doubtful phantom flies.\\nIs this a spirit of the distant dead,\\nWho late its tenement of earth has fled", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0280.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "TO MARY ANN. 23\\nIf it be so, ah tis some one I fear,\\nWho seeks the friend in life he held most dear.\\nWhy round my brain these mystic dreams do\\npour,\\nI am not skilled in visionary lore\\nBut should again these painful thoughts be\\nknown\\nAnd proved in truth what fancy here has shown\\nIf my sick friend is stretched upon his bier.\\nThen I ll believe his s})irit has been near,\\nThat round the living still the dead attends\\nOr, ere they leave, pay visit to their friends.\\nIf it be so, oh ever be thou near,\\nI love the phantom that I first did fear.\\nOh guide my path and ever on me tend.\\nMy youth s companion and my much-loved\\nfriend.\\nTO MAKY ANN.\\nMy sister, when my spirit is flown\\nThrough ethers strange and trackless paths un-\\nknown.\\nSeek not these pages, lest thou see\\nThe painful dreams of sad reality.\\nI would not with this lifted veil destroy\\nWith melancholy s blight thy hopes of future joy.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0281.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "24 ON DOUBTING TO INVITE A POOR MAN IN.\\nREFLECTIONS ON THE FUTURE.\\nHow does man differ from the common herd,\\nMan s but a mortal, and mortal is the bird.\\nBut has to bird or beast been given\\nThat anxious thought, that strong desire for\\nheaven\\nAnd why this thought, this longing for a God\\nIf all must rot beneath the rank green sod\\nWhen did his labors ever prove in vain\\nThen why this thought if twas not given for\\ngain.\\nEven smallest objects join some greater train,\\nAnd all are linked into one common chain.\\nAnd thus it is that highest thought is given.\\nThat man on earth may smooth his path for\\nheaven.\\nOK DOUBTING TO INVITE A POOR MAN\\nIN WHILST I WAS SICK.\\nWhat not ask him in, because he is poor\\nI d see him if he was a sewer.\\nWho cares for the rich and great,\\nThat leaves the feeble sufferer to his fate!", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0282.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "ON SEEING A STOBE SflUT BY THE SlfERIFF. 25\\nBLEST IS THE MAK\\nObedient to the Almighty nod,\\nBlest is the man that held his God in awe,\\nDeep lies his body far beneath the sod,\\nHis soul now dwells where once his mind did\\nsoar.\\nON SEEING A STORE SHUT BY THE\\nSHERIFF.\\nThe store is shut the evil omen fear.\\nSome friend is dead, the news I soon must hear.\\nTwo bawling infants at the door await.\\nTired of knocking in sulky humor prate.\\nWhy has our father shut so soon the door\\nI m sure we ll freeze before he ope s the store.\\nI read a note that told disastrous tale,\\nNot death, but desolation must prevail.\\nAh suffering babes, in vain the day bewail,\\nThy father s goods shall make a sheriff s sale.\\nMy soul it melts, though justice rules the cause.\\nHard is the case, though blameless are the laws.\\nThou might have smiled amidst thy competence\\nBut for that sweeping curse intemperance.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0283.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "26 OVID S LAMENT.\\nOYID S LAMENT.\\nBe hushed my muse, no more my voice inspire,\\nLov ^e has no more the charms that I desire.\\nLet not thy flames awake my tortured breast,\\nEnough ah eady now deprives of rest\\nLong is the day and slow the night does run,\\nTedious alike, with or without a sun.\\nDay would seem checked by the Almighty will.\\nBut niglit returning is more tedious still.\\nWhen joy runs high, short is the life of man,\\nBut when reversed it seems a lengthened span.\\nBy jealous foes in cruel exile driven,\\nWhat s in my verse that it offence has given\\nIn various ways I ve taught men how to love,\\nFor men must vary as did the powers above\\nThis is the crime for which they punished me,\\nThey say my works are lacking modesty.\\nLove s a luxurious and a wanton boy,\\nAnd love s lasciviousness inspires its joy\\nLong in my ample breast was Cupid s thnme.\\nAnd still had been had I remained in Rome\\nBut now forever must we separate be,\\nHe is not banished though they banished me.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0284.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "A VISIT TO MY NATIVE SPOT. 27\\nWhy did the muses ever visit Rome,\\nIf for their visit I am driven from home,\\nTo pine my life away in wretched pliglit,\\nThat yields a thousand pains and no delight.\\nNo more there is jo} to make me life invite.\\nBut Ions: the hour where lies eternal night.\\nAdieu my muse, no more I court th}^ flame,\\nThy joys I have drank, but now despise my fame.\\nWRITTEN DURING THE MEXICAN WAR.\\nI HATE to hear war s glorious yell,\\nI hate the ones that go\\nTo volunteer, with hearts of hell.\\nTo fill a foreign land with woe.\\nA YISIT TO MY NATIVE SPOT.\\nI WANT to view my natal spot,\\nWhere first I learned to know\\nThat earth is gay, and pleasures bright,\\nWhen youthful spirits flow.\\nAnd still that mansion stood the same\\nThe parlor windows low,\\nAnd still a sprightl} offspring reared,\\nThat pain in time shall know.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0285.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "28 ONCE LIKE THE LIGHT IT SHONE.\\nThe neighboring liouses all were gone,\\nAnd brighter buildings shone,\\nFor had enchantment placed nie there\\nThe spot had not been known.\\nIt minds me of some lorn old man.\\nThat s worn out all his race,\\nAnd still dependent drags along.\\nThe scorn of youth and grace.\\nI hoped some comfort here to find,\\nSome glimpse of early joy,\\nBut pleasure s muse still mocking cried\\nGo, melancholy Boy.\\nONCE LIKE THE LIGHT IT SHONE.\\nOnce like the light it shone\\nSo fair and radiant bright,\\nBut a dark cloud arose\\nAnd veiled those joys in night.\\nWhat though the dark clouds lower\\nAnd melancholy crowds.\\nYet it will shine again\\nBeyond those darkening clouds.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0286.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "DESPONDENCY. 29\\nNOR DOWKY SLEEP.\\nNoK downy sleep shall ease my head\\nTill sunk beneath superior woes,\\nI reach the ocean of the blest\\nThere with the just and good to rest.\\nDESPONDENCY.\\nJune 21st, 1846.\\nThe ambient air is filled with rosy sweets,\\nAnd shad} groves invite to cool retreats\\nBut all are vain, I shun the enchanting grove\\nAnd lie retired in this drear alcove.\\nThe warbling fountain and the murmuring stream\\nWere once my joy, but joy is but a dream\\nThe tuneful birds pour joj ^ous notes on high,\\nAnd sounds sonorous fill the ethereal sky.\\nThe lofty elm with arms extended wide\\nBears its proud load, the drunken poet s pride.\\nBut lop the vine, the tie that nature binds.\\nIts mournful sio-hs are borne alono- the winds.\\nYe warbling throng that now do sing so gay,\\nShould some rude spoiler take your mates away", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0287.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "30 DESPONDENCY.\\nYour notes would change, your melancholy strain\\nWould prove your bosoms were o ercharged with\\npain.\\nOnce I, like these, could nature s mirth display.\\nAnd in fond raptures pour my soul away,\\nWhile mid the sunshine of my lovely fair\\nI basked in joy, or thought me basking there\\nBut a dark cloud that long was gathering high\\nSmote the clear sunshine of my genial sky\\nI drooped the night I loathed, and tedious wore\\nthe day.\\nTill time puissant swept that cloud away\\nThen I with joy beheld those sparkling eyes,\\nAs the lost hunter when two cots arise.\\nBeneath the summit of some snow-clad cliff,\\nWhen long he has wandered through the shape-\\nless drift\\nNight s dread has fled, those renov^ating fires.\\nFill every hope, and satiate all desires\\nSwift flies the mind, already is he there.\\nThe dog in pity whines a doleful air,\\nHe at the threshold hears his welcome poured,\\nFeels the warm fire, and shares the genial board\\nThus flattering hope has banished every pain,\\nNor feared the avalanche nor frowning dame.\\nBut ah to me they have proved these mystic\\nfires\\nThat lead the wanderer in the murky mires,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0288.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "THE SAME. bl\\nAnd there to perish, midst the hazy gloom\\nAnd cheerless lights that lured him to the tomb.\\nThen\\nFarewell the fountain and the shady grove,\\nFarewell the wild paths where I loved to rove,\\nFarewell the pleasures of the sylvan shade,\\nFarewell to music and the black-e^ ed maid\\nFarewell the flowery meads and fruitful fields,\\nFarewell those suns that contemplation yields,\\nFarewell those emblems all of youth and love,\\nBut welcome the mournino- of the turtle-dove.\\nTHE SAME.\\nJune 2lst, 1846.\\nMy mind is chaos, and perturbed my breast,\\nAlternate passions have deprived of rest,\\nAll joy must floe where discord holds her reign.\\nAnd black despair feed each insatiate vein,\\nThe dav is tedious, tedious whilst tis liffht.\\nAnd still more tedious when i ts wrapped in night.\\nThose hapless hours when Morpheus lulls my\\nhead,\\nAll night I dream, all day those dreams I dread.\\nAh whv to me this luckless fate is iriven,\\nI who enjoyed so many gifts from heaven", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0289.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "32 MID PENSIVE THOUGHT.\\nMust I in vain on every blessing call\\nMust one proud passion triumph over all\\nStill must I chide my tutelar power above,\\nAnd vent my rage on unrequited love.\\nBut, grumbler, cease cease thy impiety,\\nNor dare complain at highest heaven s decree.\\nFor though awhile my pleasures are destroyed.\\nIn time again they ll doubly be enjoyed,\\nIn time, I hope, on that far distant shore.\\nTo reach that bourne which now I dread no\\nmore\\nThen shady groves and sweet retreats shall fill\\nMy mind with peace that heavenly joys distil.\\nMID PENSIVE THOUGHT.\\nMid pensive thought I tune the descant moan,\\nFor thou, sad Melancholy art my own\\nOnce more I touch the long-neglected chords.\\nThat with fond rapture I have often soared.\\nBut now from this, relief may seek in vain,\\nThe deep-toned music is surcharged with pain\\nIn vain I seek the solitary wood.\\nOr seek the haunts where oft I musing stood\\nIn vain I stroll along the fruitful plain,\\nBarren my laboring mind, to aught but pain,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0290.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "MID PENSIVE THOUGHT, 33\\nNor aught can oust, in vain I shun my grief,\\nFor all that offers is but sad relief,\\nOh tell no more of Phaon s cruelty\\nOr Sa]:)pho s woes, her Phaon lives in thee,\\nNor waste a tear o er soft compassion s tale.\\nSince my true love with thee cannot prevail\\nBut smile thou still at luckless lover s fate,\\nAnd learn to laugh at love that s paid with hate.\\nTriumph, proud girl, tis but a lover s fall,\\nNaught have you gained, though I have suffered\\nall.\\nTriumph, blithe heart, whilst ere awhile you may,\\n(For thy proud form must wither with decay)\\nWhilst yet you boast the lovely Yenus charms\\nAnd mail d secure in coy Diana s arms\\nSeek to despoil another manly breast,\\nRejoice again when victory is confessed\\nWhen rough armed Time shall lop thy charms\\naway\\nLet pride and beauty both at once decay.\\nWhen pride survives and beauty is no more\\nMan learns to hate what once he loved before.\\nEnough of this I feel my rising sighs.\\nAnd the salt tears are burning in my eyes.\\nI still a favor crave, that 1 may be\\nThough once thy slave, now set at liberty,\\nThat when you roll those radiant orbs around\\nGive me full time to cast mine on the ground\\n3", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0291.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "34 SEE NEVEtt WILL BE MINE.\\nThus long ungored by those piercing darts,\\nBy slow degrees the wounds shall leave my heart,\\nWhen, freed at length from Cleopatrian harm,\\nSoft peace shall steal upon me like a charm.\\nMAEY S (mUELTY.\\nPandora, last and cheerin^: crift\\nThat trembling joy has left me\\nAnd ah what caused the painful reft\\nTis Mary s cruelty.\\nHope now has fled, and pleasures cease,\\nNor peace is left with me,\\nAnd must this be my cause of grief\\nMy Mary s cruelty\\nSHE NEVER WILL BE MINE.\\nI HAVE seen lier lovely in her charms,\\nI have seen her all divine,\\nMy trembling soul has checked my heart\\nFor fear she d not be mine.\\n1 have seen her in the crowded hnll,\\nShe has filled me with delight\\nFor bright she shone above them all,\\nLike Yesper o er the gems of night.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0292.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "1 AM NOT LOVED. -^5\\nAnd when those scenes of joy were past,\\nStill lingered on tliat ray,\\nLike Yenus when the stars all fade\\nStill lingers on the day.\\nI have seen her lovely mid her friends.\\nWhen hearts seemed filled with glee,\\nFor every face she had a change.\\nBut had no change for me.\\nLike earth s pale tending satellite.\\nAll heaven a change may know.\\nBut still unto her guardian earth.\\nThose same dark spots must show.\\nIn melancholy s leaden press.\\nStill must I ever pine.\\nAnd know and feel the unwelcome truth\\nShe never will be mine.\\nI AM NOT LOVED.\\nWhy has this blight come o er my hopes,\\nWhy am I thus possessed\\nI am not loved T am not loved\\nComes thrilling through my breast.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0293.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "36 FOR AN ALBUM.\\nWhy must I pine in cheerless mood,\\nWhy am I thus consigned\\nI am not loved I am not loved\\nStill rushes on my mind.\\nWhy do I loathe the lengthened day,\\nWhy dread the hours in bed\\nI am not loved 1 am not loved\\nStill echoes round my head.\\nAnd must I ever bear such woe,\\nIs there no power to save\\nThere is, there is, I feel it now\\nMy true love is the grave.\\nFOE AN ALBUM.\\nLike Arabia s feigned enchanting leaves.\\nWhose loosened tongues the path deceives,\\nBelieve not all that s written here.\\nThough sweetest harmony appear.\\nAnd the unfolding leaves in gaudy flame\\nShould bloom with friendsiiip s holy name\\nLest, undeceived, the truth you own.\\nThat your chilled heart is turned to stone.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0294.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "SHE NEVER YET WAS MINE. 37\\nTO SOPHIA.\\nWhy did we, Sophie, love so long,\\nWhy thus of friendship had we much\\nThat dear impression, Oh, how strong\\nOf nature s softes sweetest touch.\\nSHE KEYER YET WAS MINE.\\nI HAVE not lost that lovely fair.\\nThat maid of grace divine.\\nThough long my heart she did ensnare,\\nShe never yet was mine.\\nThough long I strove to gain her love,\\nAnd bowed beneath her shrine\\nNor vow, nor pain, her heart could move,\\nThese pangs alone were mine.\\nOur cups are filled from two great urns.\\nOne honey and one brine,\\nA sweetened cup I hope is hers\\nA bitter one is mine.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0295.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "38 TILL WOMAN SHOWS MORE LOVE FOR MB.\\nMore blessings than my own I d send,\\nSome guardian power divine,\\nOn life s slippery path to tend,\\nThough she never can be mine.\\nAs I have loved to hear her notes\\nHad she but loved my rhyme,\\nThen love with love reciprocal\\nHad cast her lot with mine.\\nLET MARY LOVE AVHOM MARY WILL.\\nLet Mary love whom Mary will,\\nMy heart, of love, has got its fill,\\nMy soul, indignant, loathes the day\\nWhen my weak heart confessed its sway\\nConstant as the running rill,\\nI loved her once, and might have still\\nBut when the springs no tribute pay\\nThe murmuring rill must die away.\\nTILL WOMAN SHOWS MORE LOVE FOR\\nME.\\nTrue as the moon, whose welcome light\\nCheers the lone wanderer through the night\\nBut should Sol deny that borrowed r?iy\\nSoon that light must pass away.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0296.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "THUS EKDS t:VEBT PLEASURE IN GLOOM. 39\\nTrue as those stars that shine through space,\\nAnd spangle heaven with twinkling grace,\\nIf Tonialhaut the southern glory.\\nOr Castor, famous star in story,\\nWere wronged of their celestial ray,\\nIn time their light would pass away.\\nThen how could live the purest flame\\nThat ever graced an earthly name,\\nIf not one spark of living fire\\nIts dying embers will inspire\\nI thought that love had power divine,\\nI felt its power beneath its shrine.\\nAnd can no meaner passion tell\\nThan love that s not reciprocal\\nAnd ever will I neutral be\\nTill woman shows more love for me.\\nTHUS ENDS EVERY PLEASURE m\\nGLOOM.\\nI GRAFTED a brier with a rose,\\nIts growth I beheld with delight\\nSuch health and such beauty it shows,\\nAll hid was its ruin and bligfht.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0297.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "40 I FEEL LIFE S EBBING JOYS DEPART.\\nOne morning, expecting its bloom,\\nMy idol in ruin I found\\nThe brier still stood in its gloom,\\nBut the rosebud lay shrunk on the ground.\\nThus ends every pleasure in gloom,\\nAnd happiness fades by the way\\nOur roses they blight ere they bloom.\\nAnd joys, ere they ripen, decay.\\nI FEEL LIFE S EBBING JOYS DEPAET.\\nI FEEL life s ebbing joys depart,\\nHealth lingering on a shadowy beam\\nLife s fluttering on my quivering heart,\\nI see dark winter reigns supreme.\\nOh God Oh God My Saviour Lord,\\nI come, I come, by tempest driven\\nOh, save me from this wreck of earth\\nReceive at last my soul in heaven.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0298.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "WRITTEN WHEN GOING TO CALIFORNIA. 41\\nWRITTEN WHEN GOING TO CALIFOR-\\nNIA.\\nIn vain I call that heavenly fair my dove,\\nWhose gentler influence can my verse inspire\\nIn vain my secret pining for that love\\nThat fires my heart and tunes my vocal lyre\\nNot like those visits of the sacred Nine,\\nWhose softer influence ever was benign,\\nAnd has ray Mary never felt this love\\nAnd was that friendship nothing but a name\\nWh} do I deem its influence from above,\\nAnd her cold breast not feel one latent flame?\\nCome listen, Mary, to my plaintive song,\\nWhilst I reveal the secrets of my breast,\\nI will not make my mournful story long,\\nThough long I should if it would give me rest\\nTwas my freewill and not at thy request\\nI loved thee first or by the gods behest.\\nRound the soft path a rosy fragrance shed,\\nThat charmed tlie sense and dulled the vigil\\neye,\\nNor knew I snares were laid where I should\\ntread,\\nOr, had I known, too proud I d been to fly.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0299.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "42 WRITTEN WHEN GOING TO CALIFORNIA.\\nSoon the dark storm burst fiercely o er my head,\\nNor did I flee nor trembling crouched for fear,\\nNor o er me sought a covering shield to spread,\\nBut sternly met it with my bosom bare.\\nWhy was I born for seas of stormy life?\\nOr why not better fitted for the strife\\nBut why repine, since tis by heaven s decree?\\nFor man may crave, but man cannot command,\\nAnd what s of heaven is more than fit for me,\\nFor man s of earth, and his the evil hand.\\nIn secret still I bore the galling dart,\\nNor asked from thee a kind and healing hand\\nFrom purest love I would not wound that heart,\\nCalm might you live could I the storms com-\\nmand,\\nAnd me the bulwark of your feebler frame,\\nCould give thee shelter with my power and\\nname.\\nBut ah that power half sacrificed for thee,\\nAnd all might go if it must hold me there.\\nAnd fame s too cruel to be sought by me\\nThat kills the wretch, or intoxicates the air.\\nBut when that love did policy direct,\\nThen green-eyed jealousy did ope his eye,\\nWhen left alone, no shelter to protect.\\nFrom the unequal field I had to fly", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0300.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "WHAT! DO I HATE HER? 43\\nHow vain our plans, our search for bliss how vain\\nNo true reality we find, but real pain\\nThen farewell, Mary, be these parting lines\\nSacred to truth, and sacred, dear, to thee,\\nAnd I will think when in those distant mines\\nNo treasure there is half so dear to me.\\nON HEARING THE WIND MOAN\\nTHROUGH A DRY STALK.\\nI HEARD a pleasing, mournful sigh,\\nIt charmed the ear, but not the eye,\\nIts pensive sad ^olian sound\\nWell chorded with the waste around\\nTo fancy s ear twould ahnost talk.\\nWhat Can it be that old dry stalk\\nThus sings the bard the livelong day,\\nUnheard, his notes are waft away.\\nTill, sounding from his funeral bell.\\nIs pealed a poor, ungrateful knell.\\nWHAT DO I HATE HER\\nWhat do I hate her No, I love her still,\\nShall my resentment ever govern will\\nNo, I shall love her ever more and more.\\nThough that cold parting wounds my bosom sore;", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0301.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "44 SADNESS.\\nWhat pity would her aching bosom move\\nCould she but feel the pangs with which I strove-\\nCould she but for a moment feel the pain\\nThat clings unto my almost bursting brain.\\nBut they are pangs I hope she ll never know,\\nThat chills the heart, forbids the blood to flow,\\nWith wildest fancy flits about the brain,\\nAnd fills the breast with every aching pain\\nBut ever, ever may her path be smooth,\\nOr, if tis marked, let it be tracks of love,\\nThen, when my pangs of love shall cease to be,\\nI may rejoice in her prosperity.\\nSADNESS.\\nGray twilight in the woodland sets,\\nThe mist is resting on the wave,\\nThe clouds have gathered in their wings,\\nAnd all is silent as the grave.\\nWhy am I not thus tuned to these,\\nTo feel with them this heavenly rest,\\nWhy have they lost their power to please,\\nAnd I alone to be unblest.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0302.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "I STILL IN SADNESS TO MY HARP RETURN. 45\\nMARY S TEAR.\\nThe love, the anxious thought and fears,\\nThe anguish deep, the heartfelt pain,\\nWas paid by one of Mary s tears\\nWhy did my grief return again\\nI STILL IN SADNESS TO MY HARP\\nRETURN.\\nToo deep my portion from Jove s bitter urn,\\nI still in sadness to my harp return.\\nThe change is mine from storm to scorching ray,\\nThe night of chaos, or the threatening day\\nIt matters not what latest passions vexed.\\nNor boots it much what shall beset me next\\nMy harp is tuned to every pensive strain,\\nThe hand that moves it is benumbed with pain,\\nFor should my heart with sorrow cease to flow\\nT would pause to listen to another s woe.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0303.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "46 THE LAST TREE OF THE ORCHARD.\\nWHEN I AM DEAD AND GONE.\\nThere s not an honest tear to shed\\nWhen I am dead and gone,\\nThe stranger still shall pause when said,\\nThere lies a child of song.\\nBut still that grave some jo}^ can bring\\nBe3^ond death s gloomy bourne,\\nThen time speed on your swiftest wings,\\nThe past I will not mourn.\\nTHE LAST TREE OF THE OECHARD.\\nThou sole survivor of the field,\\nThat once luxuriant fruit did yield\\nTree by tree they have passed away,\\nTill only one survives decay\\nEven thou bearest marks of time s decay,\\nAnd limb by limb 3^ou pass away.\\nFruitful and blasted, both displayed.\\nLife and death are close arrayed\\nFor though thy boughs are withering fast,\\nThou still art fruitful to the last.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0304.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "JUDGE NOT FROM WHAT YOU SEE. 47\\nAnd every limb where life s not smote\\nIs burdened witli a weight of fruit.\\nHow different, mortals, thy decay,\\nNot limb by limb we pass away\\nThose few to whom old age is given,\\n(Oft rated blessing sent from Heaven)\\nTheir withering limbs are stark and bare,\\nBald is their head, or hoar their hair\\nNo longer fitted for their toil,\\nOft feel encumberers of the soil.\\nIn their decay no fruit they give,\\nA dull incumbent ruin live.\\nThe time will come, for time is rolling fast.\\nWhen joy shall cease and my good days are past,\\nBy easy strokes then let me cease to be,\\nAnd short life end in long eternity\\nThat younger sons may here enjoy this dell,\\nBut peaceful with my fathers let me dwell.\\nJUDGE NOT FEOM WHAT YOU SEE.\\nJudge not because one looks so gay.\\nThat his is a pure summer s day.\\nJudge not from objects shining bright\\nThat theirs is a celestial light\\nYou cannot know from outward show,\\nIf peace or joy has reign below.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0305.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "48 JUDGE NOT FROM WHAT TOU SEE.\\nTo see at times a joyous face\\nIs deepest melancholy s trace\\nNature oft wears a sombre gray,\\nAnd night has joys as pure as day.\\nTis where its throne contentment rears\\nA rugged border oft appears\\nTis thus some peaceful nations gain\\nFrom warring worlds a quiet reign,\\nWhere arid sands and sterile hills appear.\\nAnd rocks impervious on their borders rear\\nWhile heavenly dews on fertile ground\\nIts smiling verdure sheds around\\nOft where proud nature looks most bright,\\nEeflecting heaven s ethereal light,\\nShe is yielding most to rotting time s decay,\\nOr dire destruction s ruinous sway\\nThus Hecla s bosom, clad in virgin snow.\\nIs rent and tortured by its flames below.\\nVesuvius, yes, thy steepy sides are green,\\nAnd on thy top a gorgeous plume is seen\\nA grassy verdure thy bright vales display,\\nAnd mirthful youth in dances crown the day.\\nThen judge by this, and who could know\\nOf smouldering flames, or raging fires below,\\nThe awful splendor of that grand display,\\nOr mournful fate of Plina swept away.\\nThen judge no more, for pleasing outward show\\nIn spirits proud may cloak the pain below.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0306.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "OU, MARY I LOVELIEST SHADE, 49\\nGIVE ME THAT PEACE OF MIND.\\nThou maid of whom I ve often sang,\\nAnd filled my breast with many a pang,\\nGive me that peace of mind thou can,\\nAnd ease the melancholy man.\\nTO JENNIE.\\nMay 18th, 1855.\\nWhat fever this upon my brain,\\nWhat cheerless, pensive moan\\nIs this a lover s helpless pain.\\nAnd must I die alone\\nThen, Jennie, do not tarry here,\\nYou must not stay behind\\nWhen I am gone, tis not your sphere.\\nBut follow on the wind.\\nOH, MAEY LOVELIEST SHADE.\\nWhat vision, this, that crossed my brain,\\nI know that smile, though late in pain\\nThough late that form was low in death,\\nNow warmed with more than vulgar breath.\\n4", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0307.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "50 THE LYING CALIFORNIAN.\\nOh, Mary Mary loveliest shade,\\nAnd has death thus his captive paid?\\nHas he thus set thy spirit free,\\nAnd sent its lovely form to me\\nIf fanc} sheds a ra} of truth,\\nOh, happy the\\\\ that die in youth\\nIn memor} still unmarked by time,\\nOr only changing more divine.\\nWho would not seek that land of truth.\\nTo always live in joyous youth\\nWho would not leave this world of pain,\\nTo have those joys that death may gain.\\nOh, speed me to my Mary s arms,\\nWhile yet for her I have those charms\\nAlone with her, one hour of bliss,\\nWere worth a world of care like this.\\nTHE DYING CALIFORNIAN.\\nFast falls the rain, the thunder roars,\\nAnd vivid lightning round him pours,\\nThe tattered tent invites the storm.\\nAnd howlino- wolves around it swarm.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0308.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "THE DYING CALIFORNIAN. 51\\nNo friends are there to soothe his pain,\\nOr holy words of promised gain\\nThe spoiler s hand waits not the dead,\\nAh-eady have thoy spoiled and fled\\nLife is flitting fast awaj^,\\nDeath is eager to decay,\\nThe fever of his burning brain\\nHas fanned up dying memory s flame,\\nAnd, far o er river, hill and dale.\\nHas waft him to his native vale\\nHe sees a weeping mother stand,\\nHe feels her press his clay-cold hand.\\nAnd those around he Jield most dear,\\nOppressed with grief, are gathering neaj-.\\nAnd through the chaos of his brain\\nHe hears their bitter siglis complain\\nThen fixes to heaven his glassy eyes.\\nHis senses reel, he groans and dies.\\nOh I man, why wert thou left forlorn,\\nAnd is this then life s promised bourne\\nOr must examples thus be given.\\nTo make us build our hopes in heaven?\\nXor wealth, nor fame, nor luxury,\\nFrom earthly cares can set us free.\\nBut still contented strive to live.\\nAnd wait the gifts that Heaven will give.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0309.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "52 THE CHRYSANTHEMUM.\\nTHE CHRYSANTHEMUM.\\nStill may the eyes behold one gentle flower,\\nTo shed a cheer upon this pensive hour.\\nWhen all seems gloomy as the waning year,\\nAnd not a hope, or scarce a joy, can cheer.\\nThou comest a guide, when most we want the\\nflowers,\\nTo lift the mind from earth to heavenly bowers,\\nAnd stands alone of all the sisterhood,\\nLike some fair relic of the just and good.\\nWhose gentle race fell like the tender flower,\\nAnd one alone awaits the expected hour.\\nLike the calm still hours of a good old man.\\nThe mild days of autumn have fittingly ran,\\nTill, like his gray locks, the fields are all hoar,\\nAnd the flood-rushing rains are beginning to\\npour,\\nAnd the winds in sad requiem are singing thy\\ndoom\\nThat winter, rough grasper, shall find thee a\\ntomb.\\nAnd oft when these mild, sunless days are gone,\\nAnd the fierce wintry tempests are riding along,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0310.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "OH, LIFE! THOU BULL, INCUMBENT LO AT}. 53\\nI ll think of the flower that cheered the dark\\nday,\\nThe bright sunny flower that awakened ray lay,\\nIt shall lighten my mind in the depths of its\\ngloom,\\nThe joy of those flowers beyond the dark tomb.\\nOH, LIFE THOU DULL, INCUMBENT\\nLOAD.\\nOh, life thou dull incumbent load.\\nHow great the weight, how rough the road,\\nHow little here to gain.\\nWhat caused this leaden, senseless pain.\\nThat loads my breast and dulls ray brain,\\nAnd chills up every vein\\nHow vain those efforts are to cheer.\\nFor tis not rage, it is not fear,\\nThat fills my breast with pain.\\nAs life will spend, so joy is spent.\\nAnd I must learn to live content.\\nTill pleasure holds its reign.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0311.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "54 WELL SITS THE DEW-DROPS ON THE ROSE.\\nYE GKASSY BAKKS AND MEADOWS\\nGEEEN.\\nYe grass}^ banks and meadows green\\nThat bound tbe banks of Kill-Yon-Kull,\\nHow can yo spread so l)riglit a scene,\\nAnd leave your minstrel s heart so dull?\\nYe featliered tribes a warbling throng,\\nCompanions of my minstrelsy,\\nWhy carol you so ga\\\\^ a song\\nHow I so sad, and ye so free?\\nYe gentle winds, why don t you mourn,\\nAs soft ye float o er blooming gull\\nAnd I will answer sigh for sigh.\\nTo echoing banks of Kill-Von-Kull.\\nWELL SITS THE DEWDROP ON THE ROSE.\\nWell sits the dewdrop on the rose,\\nThat grows upon my Mary s grave\\nEarly Aveeping as it blows,\\nHoping some guardian power will save.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0312.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "MT MOTBEB S GRAVE. 55\\nAnd well it merits guardian care,\\nSo fittingly it fills that place\\nIt seems the truest, loveliest heir\\nOf Mary s beauty and her grace.\\nLike Mary soon thy charms shall fade,\\nKg earthly power that bloom can save,\\nWhen, then, thou art an empty shade\\nWhat flower shall bloom above thy grave\\nOH, BUKY ME AMONG THE TREES I LOVE.\\nOh bury me mid my children dear.\\nOn the spot where my fruit-trees stand,\\nAnd their bloom and their fruits my spirits shall\\ncheer,\\nIf spirits may visit this land,\\nWRITTEN WHILE SITTING OYER MY\\nMOTHER S GRAYE, THE EYENING OF\\nHER BURIAL.\\nDearest mother, art thou sleeping.\\nBeneath this cold and cheerless sod\\nAnd thv son above thee weeping.\\nO er this gathered heap of clod.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0313.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "56 AH, CRUEL FATE!\\nOh, no, mother, thou art o er me,\\nLooking down u])on thy son\\nLong thou struggled for the glory,\\nNow at last the glory s won.\\nAnd now my course I ll homeward bend me,\\nAnd feel no more thou art forsaken.\\nAnd thy spirit aid may lend me\\nFor thy soul by God is taken.\\nAH, CRUEL FATE\\nAh, cruel fate, Avhat bitter drugs are given\\nTo wretched mortals from the urns of Heaven,\\nBy turns the sweet, but chief from bitter fills.\\nAnd still the bitter through the sweet distils.\\nTis but yest day s smiles my bosom warmed,\\nTo-day, in the same form 1 feel I m scorned\\nBut still I know her passions are the same.\\nFor half in pain each uncouth utterance came,\\nChoking itself like a smouldering flame.\\nFrom the same source must I bear wound on\\nwound,\\nThat living corse too rotten for the ground.\\nBut still I must, it is, it s Fate s decree.\\nFor evil tongues in evil still must be.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0314.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "An, CRUEL FATE! 57\\nBut, oh, ho\\\\Y long does seem that monster s reign,\\nWho still does glory in another s pain.\\nBut still I bow and own the will of Heaven,\\nFor who doth know why dearth or flood are\\ngiven.\\nWhile yet I was a stranger to this place,\\nThou called me fool ere thou beheld my face\\nOh, scourge of earth, how could thou still have\\njoy\\nTo wage a war upon a stripling boy\\nAnd since that time, thou hj^pocrite, thou know\\nA double wrath has made my bosom glow.\\nBut oh, ye Gods why do I feel this pain\\nIf this I must, what is the poet s gain\\nMust the rich soil still burden on the fields\\nThat to the reaper such painful harvest yields\\nOh, every aching pang to me thou yield,\\nUnpitying muse, that ought to be my shield\\nDisease and sickness, thou might come in vain,\\nAnd death, oh, death, to me, thou would have no\\npain.\\nBut now, my muse, I ll let thee rest awhile,\\nTill softer smiles can sweeter hours beguile,\\nFor since my pen can nought of comfort yield,\\nI ll seek the athletic labors of the field.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0315.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "58 1 UA VE NO TEARti TO SHED.\\nI HAVE NO TEAPtS TO SHED.\\nThey say sorrow s bitter tears,\\nIn sympathetic woe,\\nMuch the drooping- spirit cheers,\\nWhen they can freely flow.\\nBut I am not of tears possessed\\nWhen sympathy does glow.\\nIt s inly burning in my breast,\\nAnd no relief does know.\\nWhy should mortals dread to die,\\nAVhat terror has mortalit}^\\nWhat do we leave that we should sigh\\nIt is a morbid sympathy.\\nThe body dead, freed is the mind,\\nNo more to earth it is confined,\\nBut swift as thought it mounts the wind,\\nAnd leaves the world and cares behind.\\nWhen the spirit has passed away.\\nSoon the body shall decay.\\nThen we cease terrestrial strife,\\nAnd begin celestial life.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0316.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "AND I MUST EVER PINE. 59\\nnow COULD YOU VENTURE FORTH, MY\\nLOYE\\nHow could you venture forth, ray love,\\nAnd leave your pensive mate at home\\nYe sham d the gentle name of dove\\nWhen first ye nursed a thought to roam.\\nThe wintry frost soon chills the song\\nThat feels no sacred warmth divine\\nAnd spring returns to find him mute,\\nThat still must mourn his valentine.\\nAND I MUST EYER PINE.\\nHow vain would time his comfort send,\\nHow vain the shadowy name of friend\\nNor change of scene can make me glad.\\nLike Petrarch still forever sad.\\nLike him to Laura must complain.\\nLike his my labor still is vain.\\nThe admiring crowd in vain might gaze,\\nI only seek my Laura s praise", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0317.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "60 THE NOBLE OLD CHERRY TREES.\\nThe redbreast feels the hunter s hate,\\nThe dove must mourn her absent mate\\nStill wounded I must ever pine,\\nAnd mourn my absent valentine.\\nON CUTTING DOWN OF THE NOBLE OLD\\nCHEHRY TREES ON THE SHORE\\nROAD OF THE PELTON ESTATE, ONE\\nHUNDRED AND THIRTEEN RINGS\\nWERE COUNTED ON SOME OF THE\\nLOGS.\\nWhat now shall fill those noble monarchs place,\\nWho ll point to heaven with such majestic grace?\\nFor ages batterVl by the storm s alarms.\\nWhose wintry blasts fell harmless on their arms\\nWhile rolling clouds the threat ning thunders\\nrouse.\\nThe flying lightning harmless pass their boughs.\\nNor time, nor age, had fell d them with their\\ndarts,\\nNor cank ring worms had reach d their vital parts\\nBut restless man had summonsed them to fall,\\nA tyrant lordllng mimick d nature s call.\\nThe sturdy woodman, with the ruthless axe,\\nRelentless plies their giant strength relax,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0318.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "MEETING OF TWO HOMESICK EMIGRANTS. 61\\nAnd tumbling, sidelong, lash the trembling\\nground\\nTheir crushing weight makes trembling earth\\nresound\\nNor are they left to moulder as they lay,\\nConsum d by fire, ignobly pass away.\\nMEETING OF TWO HOMESICK EMI-\\nGRANTS IN THE FAR-AWAY DIG-\\nGINGS OF CALIFORNIA.\\nOh know ye the land where the mountain and\\nstream\\nMay smile at the sun, and gladden its beam?\\nKnow ye the land of the fruit-tree and vine.\\nAnd the changes of nature seem more than di-\\nvine\\nOh! know ye the land from oppression still free?\\nAnd the proud eagle soars o er the liberty tree\\nTis the land of the east, tis my dear native\\nland\\nOh why did I leave its peace-smiling strand.\\nWhy wake ye the thought, that land is my own\\nWhy chill ye my life s blood, why raise ye a\\ngroan", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0319.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "62 MEETING OF TWO HOMESICK EMIGRANTS.\\nWhy raise ye my thoug-hts, why rouse ye my\\nfear\\nOf the faith, and the safety, of one that s so\\ndear\\nWhy wake ye the thoughts of kindred and\\nfriends.\\nWhen ye have not the comforts to make me\\namends i\\nName not this life waste for visions so sear,\\nThe sound of my folly is harsh to my ear.\\nI have long made this rich ore my treasure and\\npride,\\nI have long made my wailings to the mountain s\\nhoarse tide\\nLike the Cock with the jewel, it s no treasure to\\nme.\\nAnd the stream rushes by, all careless and free.\\nTo my countrymen dear must my passions have\\nvent.\\nAlone will they listen to my soul s discontent\\nFor my country and countrymen are equal tome,\\nAnd rare is the sight once so common to see.\\nTo your countrymen, then, 3^our passions give\\nvent,\\nBut chide not that land that gave all but con-\\ntent;", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0320.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "CALIFORNIA EMIGRANT S PRAYER. 63\\nFor just is the vengeance, and just is the rod\\nTliat punishes sin, and jilst is the God\\nTliat visiteth vengeance on to the head\\nThat shouted o er conquest or innocent dead,\\nTlien cease ye to murmur and join me in prayer.\\nAnd trust in the merc\\\\^ of heavenly care.\\nPRAYEE.\\nOh Heavenly Father, Umpire, righteous Judge,\\nThat rule the heavens, and rule the earth in love\\nTo Thee we pray, and in our prayer we own\\nOurselves unwise, and truth in Thee alone.\\nMay the good steel that breaks the stubborn sod,\\nAnd gives the bounties of a bounteous God,\\nBy its true worth be valued every ore.\\nAnd by that worth let none be valued more.\\nTeach us that comforts to our wants are sent,\\nAnd the chief comfort is a mind content\\nThat wanderino- man at home at length nuiv find\\nThat true contentment dwells within the mind.\\nCALIFORNIA EMIGRANT S PRAYER.\\nGod of our fathers, don t forsake\\nThy children in a foreign land\\nStill doth Thou give, and still we take,\\nUngrateful to the Giver s hand.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0321.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "64 FROM THE DEAD TO THE LIVING.\\nGuide us, Lord, where lies the treasure,\\nGive us health and strength to toil,\\nTeach in time to know our measure.\\nNor tempt our greedy eyes with spoil.\\nWhen at length we gain our measure,\\nAnd the pilgrim s toil is past,\\nLead us home to peace and pleasure,\\nTo rest our weary limbs at last.\\nFKOM THE DEAD TO THE LIVING.\\nWeep o er my tomb, twill moulder and decay\\nYe cannot weep o er that which fled away.\\nFar into space, to distant realms away,\\nWhere God Eternal lights celestial day,\\nWhere at His beck retiring chaos swarms,\\nAnd at each nod some new creation forms.\\nOh, could I weep, but sorrow dwells not here,\\nI d shed a deluge for each wasted tear,\\nAnd drown your grief and start you on the road\\nThat brings 3 ou jo3^ous to this blest abode.\\nNo, for all the sands, when numbered, are but few,\\nAnd small the portion that s assigned to you\\nAnd death s not vain, and well it were,\\nWhile living still, for heaven 3^e Avould prepare.\\nIf fruit on earth pays for the labor s toil\\nThink of the seed that s cast on heavenly soil.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0322.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "SINCE MARY LONGED TO LEAVE THIS EARTH. 65\\nWhere ye shall reap of all the jojs ye ve sown,\\nAnd joys of others are not less your own.\\nThe boundless space, the unfathomed sea,\\nThe endless cycle of eternity\\nWhere ambrosial fruits hung mid the flowers of\\nMay,\\nAnd heavenly joys told not in earthly lay.\\nCease, then, to mourn and dry the fruitless tear,\\nAnd live alone to meet thy kindred here.\\nSINCE MAEY LONGED TO LEAYE THIS\\nEARTH.\\nSince Mary long d to leave this earth,\\nHow could I long to stay behind\\nHer death has been an angel s birth.\\nBy truth and virtue most refined.\\nAmong the regions of the blest,\\nWith meekest grace she fills her seat\\nOh could I bear that heavenly test\\nOr gain her side, if at her feet.\\nFor sure it is in calmest skies\\nWhere she a resting-place has found\\nEven where her mouldering body lies,\\nSeems more than consecrated ground.\\n5", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0323.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "66 ^y JENNY.\\nO EE MARY S GEAYE.\\nIn secret, Mary, long we loved,\\nIn secret now I mourn for thee.\\nFor thee I ever thought and moved,\\nThen now my guardian angel be!\\nAnd guide me to that happy land,\\nWhere lovers meet to part no more\\nWhere earth-tried love shall ever stand,\\nAnd bliss alone can reach that shore.\\nMY JENNY.\\nHow could ye vander forth, my love.\\nAnd leave your pensive mate at home\\nYe shamed the gentle name of dove.\\nWhen first ye nursed a thought to roam.\\nWith me my Jenny will not stay,\\nBut still for pleasure she will fly\\nShe wished for pleasure far away.\\nAnd left with me a wish to die.\\nMay 17th, 1855.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0324.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "BETIBEMENT. 67\\nNOT ALWAYS NOW.\\nAh Melancholy, thou reign st not always now,\\nBut now and then I have a spell of joy\\nThen dull oblivion, with lier rusty plough,\\nForgets to mar the sniootimess of my brow\\nAnd blithe I feel as a Bacchanalian Boy.\\nAH MELANCHOLY, SOFT-EYED MAID.\\nAh Melancholy soft-eyed maid,\\nWhy hast thou such attention paid,\\nWhy woo d thy pensive boy\\nGo seek the gay, the wild, the free,\\nAnd let thy slave, thy captive be;\\nAnd give me once to joy.\\nEETIKEMENT.\\nWhat tortures ambition s fire,\\nOr fills the breast with strong desire?\\nWhat should make the mind to glow\\nFor that which nature can t bestow", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0325.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "68 CHARMING NATURE.\\nWhy so zealously engage,\\nIn that which ends in pain and rage\\nWhy should we not shun the brawl,\\nWhen naught is sweet, but all is gall?\\nSeek not fame that s in the storm,\\nFor guile the bosom cannot warm\\nRetirement is the only joy\\nThat frees the bosom from alloy.\\nSeek no more ambition s stride.\\nBut follow in the smoother tide\\nLet thy bark glide gently on.\\nNor listen to delusion s song.\\nCHARMING NATURE.\\nIn Nature s bosom let me lie.\\nFor I her beauties can descry,\\nAnd the self-same protecting arm\\nThat warms her shall my bosom charm.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0326.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF MT GRANDSIRE. 69\\nA TALE OF MY GRANDSIRE.\\nTo friends and fellows I ll relate\\nA story that s of ancient date,\\nE re hoax or humbug had a name,\\nAnd witches were well known to fame\\nAnd wiser men than you or I\\nFrom evil spirits deigned to fly\\nNow on this feeble upstart race,\\nThere s, wingless fairies take their place,\\nThat haunt our race and vex us more\\nThan witches that have lived before.\\nI sing the tale of a hero bold.\\nOf time that s past, and now grown old.\\nWhen music filled the Choirs.\\nWhen our forefathers, early bred\\nTo hardy deeds, by freedom led.\\nFor liberty inspires.\\nNow dwindled to a pigmy race.\\nThere s not a remnant you can trace\\nOf our gigantic sires.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0327.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "70 A TALE OF MY OMANDSIRE.\\nXot Scotia s fog-benighted loxnd,\\nNor Innisfail, nor Lochnin s strand,\\nHas known more rliabdoraantic power\\nNor courage tried in perilous hour.\\nTheir chiefs bend forward one and all\\nTo view the scene from Odin s hall\\nEven Perseus self to see it had such will\\nHe bade the constellations all stand still.\\n(Ah! careless Perseus! killing with a quoit\\nWho I to life am laboring to translate.)\\nAnd fierce Orion stopp d his heavenly fiight\\nAnd gave the sister pleiad s short respite\\nAnd Orpheus stop d but twas from dread\\nThat he sliouUl buck a miglitler hero s head:\\nFor great Abides, sooner than lose Ihe sight\\nWould burn another shirt to have given him light\\nAnd Dogs and Bears and heavenly cattle stood,\\nEven Jove himself told Juno it was good,\\nAnd would have placed him mid the shining stars,\\nBut dared not crowd for fear of family jars,\\nFor envy burns lest someone should be praised\\nWhere they have earned none in these latter days.\\nTwixt Pennsylvania and Atlantic shore.\\nIn Cranberry s plain there dwelt a witch of yore,\\nMid hogs and kine there ne er was made such\\nslaughter\\nBy any witch that ever lived before her.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0328.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF MY GRANDSIRE. 71\\nhe stall-fed ox unslangbtered died,\\nAnd colts that ne er a man did ride\\nThe crazy pigs pursued their tails,\\nAnd blood besmeared the milking- pails.\\nSuch woful work, who ^^ell could bear it\\nBut warring witches who would dare it.\\nFull sore the country people were aggrieved.\\nAnd much from her they wished to be relieved.\\nTwas in the school house they agreed to Ineet,\\nAnd in the front the aged took their seat\\n(Men whose furrow d cheeks and hoary brow\\nProve to the youth that the strong man must bow\\nThat their glass windows will in time grow dim,\\nAnd life s pale lamj) but mock us as we trim.)\\nBut here I will not tell what there was told,\\nHow many an artful witch and wizard bold.\\nThat did in olden times their witciicraft play,\\nAnd the device that drove each curse away.\\nOf tiie late witch alone I will relate,\\nAnd hope from it I will not deviate,\\nLest in the epic part my story fail,\\nAnd my poor Epos ends without a tale.\\nNow rumor to the meeting had made known,\\nAnd it was true, as here it will he shown,\\nIn Philadelphia there one did live.\\nThat for killing witches a receipt could give.\\nBut who the journey durst to undertake?\\nA war with witches was so great a stake!", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0329.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "72 A TALE OF ^fY GRANDSIRE.\\nAnd Kaucy had the natives in suoh fear\\nThat none against her dared to volunteer.\\nThey many sought at length they did prevail\\nThe task upon Joakim Van Arsdale\\nThree times six suns he had beheld with joy,\\nWhose genial warmth had reared the giant boy\\nSix feet three inches was his ample height,\\nHis hair was curly, and his skin was light\\nBroad were his slioulders, stately was his gait,\\nAnd sixteen stone could scarce dispute his weight.\\nEarth trembled as he trod or if he rode\\nThe bending axles groaned beneath its load.\\nFull seventeen hands his gelding was in height.\\nSilver his bit, three girts Avere buckled tight.\\nFor could she get her fingers neath the girt\\nThe prostrate rider grovels in the dirt.\\nTis silver scares the devil out the track,\\n(For that s the stuff that keeps him off our back)\\nHis ample neck sustains a double rein,\\nAnd graceful flows the honors of his mane\\nHis well-turned rump supports a length of tail,\\nTliat sweeps the ground or floats amid the gale\\nHis nostrils spread, his eyeballs flashing far\\nProved he was conscious of the coming war.\\nThe rider s soul had mingled with the horse,\\nAnd the strong youth was breathing frbm its force,\\nNor shall we like Dan Homer pain\\nOur readers with a yarn of strain", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0330.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF MY GBANDSIBE. 73\\nSuffice to say, a sire he had,\\nAnd that he Avas a famous dad.\\nThus fitted out he on his journey went,\\nAnd many a blessing with the boy was sent\\nThough they persuaded him, much did they fear,\\nNe er horse nor rider woukl again appear.\\nAnd when he left his aged sire did grieve,\\nFearing that Nancy might his path deceive\\nThe affianced Katy saw the youth depart.\\nAnd love s sharp pangs shot keenly through her\\nheart.\\nOn her broad* brow the untutored ringlets hung,\\nAnd loose dishevel d o er her bosom swung,\\nHalf tear, half smile, she waved a parting hand.\\nThen sought a height tliat viewed the distant\\nland\\nAnd when he vanished on the distant plain\\nIn raging grief she gave vent to her pain\\nHow can I part with the brave hero fair,\\nMy dear Joakira, with the auburn hair.\\nI cannot blame my chief for what he does.\\nHow could he less who his dear country loves\\nBut much T fear that he, in evil hour,\\nWill fall a victim to the infernal power.\\nThen ceased the wail that into silence wanes\\nAnd hides her roses with her lily hands.\\nNow when Aurora gilds the coming morn.\\nHe many miles had on his journey gone,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0331.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "74 A TALE OF MY GliANDSIBE.\\nWhilst ev ry liedge and bush he eyed\\nAnd oft imagined that some fiend he spied.\\n(What feelings strange will often nettle\\nEven the mightiest man of mettle.)\\nFor well he looked about with vigil stare\\nLest the curst witch should take him un\\naware.\\nNow safe arrived at the destined spot,\\nThe wily craftsman soon contrived a plot\\nTo bring Miss Nancy to untimely end,\\nNor all her witchcraft could her life defend.\\nNow, anxious to perform the deed,\\nHe eagerly did mount his steed\\nAnd urged him at a hurried gait,\\nNor scarcely for the time can wait,\\nBut swift retraced his steps again\\nTill safe arrived at Cranberry plain.\\nAnd home he did his kinsmen meet\\nWho welcomed him with hearty greet\\nAnd pi aised and gloried in their son.\\nAnd deemed success already won.\\nNor lost he time within an hour\\nHe had begun the magic power.\\nFirst cautiously he closed the room,\\nWhich cast o er it a solemn gloom\\nHe then the horse-shoes hung about\\nTo keep the witching lady out.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0332.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF MY GliANDSIBE. 75\\nNow Yakiin- can her fate control\\nBy tlie contents of a bowl,\\nIn which lie pins and needles stood\\nThat he intermixed with blood.\\nAnd whilst twas boiling, with a knife\\nHe cut and })ow-wows gainst her life.\\nSoon as the blood is boiled dry\\nThen the intended witch must die;\\nUnless some one should bi^eak the charm.\\nAnd free the wretched curse from harm.\\nHe had not far the work advanced\\nWhen merrily the neetUes danced,\\nAiid every other boding told\\nThe witch that time had been too old.\\n(Then he into the kitchen went\\nAnd there he found that b} consent\\nA lump of sugar she d received\\nAnd thus that time had been relieved.\\nAh disappointment, accui-sed knigJjt\\nThat still pursues eacli wretched wight;\\nThere s not a labor that we undertake\\nBut that fell fiend would gladly make forsake^\\nBut he was not discouraged yet,\\nNor for a moment did he fret.\\nIt being on the Sabbath day.\\nSoon for the church they bent their way;\\nA nickname for Joakim.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0333.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "76 A TALE OF MY GRANDSIRE.\\nNone but himself was left at home\\nTo safely work his scheme alone.\\nHe nailed up horse-shoes all around,\\nTo keep old Kancy from the ground.\\nTo make himself securer 3 et\\nHe o er the windows did them set\\nThen firing up the coals again,\\nHe did not boil the blood in vain.\\nTempest ous winds began to howl,\\nAnd frowning skies o er earth did scowl\\nThe lightnings flash from cloud to cloud\\nAnd rolling thunders peal aloud\\nThe furies seemed at war with fate\\nAnd earth appeared to have changed its gait,\\nThe heavenly powers to have lost their sway,\\nAnd all their floodgates swept away\\nLoud the madden d waters roar,\\nThe swelling brook breaks down the shore;\\nThe rising deluge floods the plain\\nAnd roll in billows to the main\\nAnd hell with all its power of boiling\\nSeemed with the devil fairly toiling.\\nNot long such uproar can sustain,\\nMiss Nancy sinks beneath the pain\\nThe pins and needles sorely smart\\nThe blood is gathering towards her heart;\\nShe sinks beneath the piercing pain.\\nNever, never to arise again.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0334.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF MY GRANDSIRE. 77\\nBut Satan, tilled with vengeance dire,\\nCaught the last spark of Nancy s fire,\\nAnd thrust it in Joakini s loins\\nWhich to each victim of the race adjoins.\\nAnd rankles with infernal rage,\\nTheir ceaseless veno;eance to assuaire.\\nBut now I change the earthly scene\\nAnd lift the veil that witches screen,\\nAnd show them in their court below\\nAnd let you see the Devil s show.\\nWhere, floating in fantastic form.\\nLike bees that know not where to swarm.\\nAnd pass the time in foul diversion.\\nOr practice arts of man s aversion.\\nThey make bewilder d trav lers walk.\\nAnd torture babes that cannot talk.\\nMisguide the nurse who tends the sick,\\nAnd help the robber in his trick.\\nSwindlers and gamblers find in money,\\nAnd drunkards tell that gall is honey.\\nSoft-lieaded fools they set to rhyming\\nAnd bore their friends to hear them chiming.\\nAnd feast on blood and strife of man\\nAnd love the cries of wife and orphan.\\n(And should this make your conscience start,\\nBehold what works they have, of art.\\nSculptures of rogues themselves made smart.)", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0335.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "78 A TALE OF MY GRANBSIBE.\\nAnd none more bright they love to sing,\\nThan Macedonia s great king\\nAnd Ciesar charmed on Egypt s shore,\\nAnd near him stands his polished whore;\\nAnd Bonaj3arte the front of battle,\\nThe old witch fame will always rattle;\\nAnd they who came at country s call\\nOnly to make their country bawl\\nAnd smaller knaves with smaller wishes,\\nAVho only wanted loaves and fishes\\nLawyers who would for rascals plead\\nOr help the rich the poor man bleed\\nAnd Yankees who to kings would monkey.\\nEach doom d to be a devil s flunkey.\\nMatch-makers and match-breakers all.\\nJoining in one common brawl\\nAnd fools that did gainst witchcraft pi attle,\\nAVhose back they mark like Jacob s cattle.\\nThe hypocrite that rides on churches.\\nAnd rogues too deep for human searches,\\nTlie infidel who sought no God,\\nAnd he who curst his native sod\\nThe moralist that has no creed,\\nBut preaches to make religion bleed\\nAnd they who at good morals scoff,\\nBut Nan is called and we are off\\nThe picture w^ants to make it good\\nWho shed his guiltless brother s blood,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0336.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "A TALE OF 3ir GRANBSIRE. 79\\nAnd i^uey who did not get the name\\nChecked by bloody vengeance flame.\\nBut Satan s wife is such a sloven,\\nSlie takes theui all to heat the oven.\\nNow if to mercy you re inclined,\\nAnd think Joakim was unkind,\\nCount all the mischief done on earth,\\nFrom Nancy s death to Adam s birth.\\nSo sure I d feel you d burn the witches\\nI d bet my hat, my boots, my breeches.\\nWho envies now old Nancy s ])liss\\nMid scrapings of a world like this?\\nWith devil s furies and old witches\\nAYith howling hell-hounds, fill the niches.\\nShe s ushered in her boding-place\\nOf lasting]: shame and dire disorrace.\\nThe witches rav d and rant d awful.\\nBut dar d no more it was unlawful.\\nAnd Nick, lest more should from them sever,\\nDid turn the keys and bolts forever.\\nSo gang along to earth again\\nAnd view the scene upon the plain.\\nWhere on a sudden all was calm.\\nDried was the blood, broke was the charm.\\nThe church-folks wonder w^hat s the matter,\\nAt such an elemental clatter.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0337.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "80 A TALE OF MV GRANDSIRE.\\nBut soon they heard what Yakim did,\\nAnd of her witchcraft they were rid.\\nSwift rumor s undulating tide\\nSpread the ghid tidings far and wide.\\nPeace to the hind, for now they know\\nThat Nancy s soul was sent below,\\nNor lives the man did ever see\\nAnother witch in Cranberry.\\nTills is a tale of other times\\nWhen Satan lill d the world with crimes,\\nAnd often by his magic art\\nWounded man with many a smart.\\nBut that is not the case this day.\\nMagic power has lost its sway.\\nAnd nothing of its charm we know,\\nSave what our fathers can bestow.\\nAnd much I loved those tales to hear\\nIn mingled joy with boyish fear\\nAnd fresh it s in my mem ry yet,\\nHow neath the arbor he would sit.\\nDivide an apple or a pear,\\nAnd with the children he would share\\nAnd there repeat the oft-told tale,\\nHow gainst the witch he did prevail,\\nAnd deem d the deed more valiant far\\nThan fighting in his country s war", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0338.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "A TRUE STORY. 81\\nTlioiigh loud lie heard near Monmouth s shore\\nThe belching guns ejecting ore;\\nAnd, as he coursed the field around\\nOur valiant steed received a wound,\\nAnd tumbling headlong, bit the ground.\\nAnd as by Lee he had been led,\\nWith frightened Lee for safety fled,\\nThough rallied on by Green again,\\nNo laurels claimed to hide his shame.\\nAlas! he fell, that hero bold.\\nWhom time had spared till he grew old,\\nAnd foes outliv d and witches bold.\\nAnd said those troubled times had passed away,\\nAnd not a witch there lived this day.\\nA TKUE STORY.\\nIn days whilom while freedom yet was young,\\nAnd her brave sons scarce taught humanity\\nLike young benevolence she crushed the sombre\\nworm,\\nBut beauty charmed to spare the butterfly.\\nHard by the sea there lived a man of means,\\nRough as its waves and boisterous as its roar\\nHis heart grew hard amid those stormy scenes,\\nNor aught of grandeur taught his mind to soar.\\n6", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0339.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "B^ A TRtfE STORT.\\nOf late by freedom s sons he had been freed,\\nWho still left Afric s sable sons to scorn\\nThey for their father s weakness still must bleed,\\nOr joys unknown that wait beyond this bourne.\\nThey have forgot that ^thiops once were men,\\nIn science, art, and every virtuous form\\nTo trace it now none but the liberal can.\\nTheir Maker s image withered in the storm.\\nThese left in nature s vilest paths to run.\\nAnd down corruption s trodden paths to stray\\nThen held to scorn they bid tiie virtuous shun.\\nThat glutton avarice still may on them prey.\\nThus kept this brutal lord, his brutal train,\\nHimself untutored as the slaves he drove\\nHumanity had ceased to show him pain.\\nSeeing no kind passions ever with him strove.\\nThen oft amid them rose fierce discontent,\\nAnd angry passions fanned by low desire\\nThen taught as oft their folly to repent.\\nBy the ruds cudgel and their master s ire.\\nThe meekest of the crew all night till dawn,\\nIn social glee and wild carouse had spent.\\nWaits now the coming of the tell-tale morn.\\nAnd hopes unknown to toil the day content.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0340.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "A TRUE STORY. 83\\nAlmost unseen he in a corner set,\\nO er the raked coals in nodding sleep s, half\\ndream\\nWhen a scolding wench who first began to fret,\\nThen used her Maker s name in high blaspheme.\\nFrom words she let her angry temper glow,\\nAnd sought to drag him from his grudged re-\\ntreat\\nHe onl}^ pushed her, with untutored blow,\\nEnough her envious object to defeat.\\nA minion wretch amid this servile crew.\\nWho by flattery vile had raised him o er the\\nrest\\nTo save his own, his brothers blood oft drew.\\nThe master s safeguard, and the negroes pest.\\nIn rushed this hated of the servile crew,\\nUnknown the case, on harmless Lake he flew;\\nHeads, hands, and feet to fierce contention grew,\\nEnough proclaims Lake, champion of the\\nnegro crew.\\nTheir master now they call amid their fears,\\nNor aught had seen, nor aught of merit knows\\nIn boots and pants, he, half undress d, appears,\\nNor paused, but aim d at once his lasting blows.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0341.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "84 A TRUE STORY.\\nFull on Lake s mouth his heavy fist did ring,\\nThe mangled mouth poured forth a purple\\nflood\\nDeep in his thigh his nimble foot did swing,\\nThe strong bone crushed, no more the negro\\nstood.\\nAvaunt Avaunt begone, nor dare to stay,\\nWhile still beneath his feet the negro lay\\nAvaunt Begone the negro creeps away\\nAnd seeks a refuge in a stack of hay.\\nThus mid his pain was heard the negro s prayer,\\nThe listening heaven attends the negro s cries\\nOh Heavenly Father, judge Ye this affair\\nThe Father nods as long the heavens it flies.\\nTlie rolling time seemed careless of the deed.\\nThe land s proud law had set the negro free\\nBut woe is he that waits by Heaven decreed\\nThe vengeance dire that waits for Heaven s\\ndecree.\\nTwo scores of winters with their horrors grim,\\nWith boisterous skies had filled tlie land with\\ngloom\\nRipe he had grown, but not to gathering in,\\nWhen fate, grim scourger, brought his certain\\ndoom.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0342.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "FAIR VIRGINIA. 85\\nIn nature s laws there is a general rule,\\nThose parts that sin must bear the avenging\\ngore\\nThus fate with him, his foot had been the tool,\\nHis toes then first began to feel the canker sore.\\nWith foul corruption issuing from liis toes,\\nBraced in a chair he cannot stand or lay\\nWith Jjurning inflammation still it glows,\\nThus tedious time doth slowly pass away.\\nToe after toe, corrupted, dropjied away.\\nThus lingered long this living lump of clay\\nThus tortured keen he longs the destined day.\\nAnd last mid keenest torment passed away.\\nYe friends and fellows of the human kind,\\nBoth man and brute, ye well may fear to harm,\\nThink not kind heaven to cruel acts is blind.\\nOr by some spell think not to break the charm.\\nFAIK YIRGINIA.\\nFair Virginia, land of moil.\\nLand that never has been free\\nSoil that s tilled by slavery s toil,\\nShames the name of liberty.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0343.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "86 FAIR VIRGINIA.\\nI stood upon a lofty bill,\\nThat far o erlooked the plain below\\nWhere I could trace the rapid rill,\\nTo a majestic river grow.\\nAnd now Aurora s golden light,\\nHad chased away the shades of night\\nIt matters not, through toil and mirth,\\nlie still pursues her through the earth.\\nThe dewdrops glisten in the light,\\nNor ever was a scene more bright,\\nAs o er the plain supine they lay,\\nAnd turned to heaven each golden ray.\\nNor alone was such beauty for land to display.\\nWhilst the sparkling dewdrops shone on each\\nspray\\nA brijiht sunbeam shone on each billow,\\nWhile the slave-owner dreams on a soft downy\\npillow.\\nBut now from nature and beauty I turn,\\nWhilst anger and pity doth melt and burn\\nTo think that the land where they boast they are\\nfree,\\nShould encumber their soil with accursed slavery.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0344.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "FAin viitGintA. 87\\nWhilst I viewed some mean huts from it there\\nran\\nAn animal herd, men driven by man\\nI counted their numbers and exclaim d then,\\nHow is it, m}^ God, that one can drive ten\\nBut now the toil for the field must be shorn,\\nWhen nature and culture has reared the ripe\\ncorn.\\nAnd see in the field they have each got a row,\\nAnd see how it falls beneath the strong blow.\\nBut why in the rear does one of them lag.\\nWhy does his corn-knife so heavily drag?\\nAVhen foremost in labor is all they aspire,\\nFor this is the height that they know to desire.\\nAh cruel driver, why was that crack\\nWhy laid the butt of thy whip on his back\\nCan thou not see that his limbs have grown\\nslack,\\nIt is not in spirit but in strength that he lack.\\nThough he is urged on with blows, he speeds not\\nthe more,\\nSlower, even slower, he works than liefore\\nFor soon must that spirit from slaveiy go,\\nFor death she has struck him a heavier blow.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0345.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "88 FAIR VIRGINIA.\\nIn vuin the poor wretch for mercy now calls,\\nThe more he cries out, the more the whip falls,\\nBut now he can bear no longer the pain\\nHe staggers and reels and falls on the plain.\\nWhilst the driver stands o er him with gudgeon\\non high,\\nAnd swears by the prince of hell, and the sky.\\nThat he shall arise and join in the toil,\\nNor leave his companions to till all the soil.\\nAh thou poor wretch, thou beateth in vain,\\nForever you have lost what you swore you would\\ngain\\nFor he is a free man, and his spirit is fled,\\nAnd you are a slave encumbered with dead.\\nAnd must such scenes as these forever be.\\nAnd in a land that boasts of liberty\\nAn empty boast, for half of liberty\\nIs that, to know our fellowmen are free.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0346.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF MISS FANNY LEGGETT. 89\\nSENT TO BAEON DUFFIE ON THE BIETH\\nOF HIS FIEST SON (MY ONLY NEPHEW).\\nANSWER TO A TELEGRAM.\\nThe heartfelt joy, the heavenly bliss of meeting,\\nTo the dear boy I send this welcome greeting.\\nBlest be your house while high your hearts are\\nbeating\\nWith holy joy the ecstatic bliss of meeting\\nThy son and heir. Heaven send prophetic weet-\\ning\\nOf bliss to come I send welcome greeting.\\nON THE DEATH OF MISS FANNY LEG-\\nGETT, DAUGHTER OF THE KEY. THE-\\nODORE S. LEGGETT, D.D.\\nMarch 23d, 1897.\\nOh Heavenly Muse, once more my voice inspire,\\nAttune the strings, send down celestial fire,\\nPour forth the balm that heavenly raptures bring,\\nFor agonizing grief refuses still to sing", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0347.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "90 THE VISION.\\nThy portals spread, let the old bard discern\\nAngelic forms bear off a golden urn\\nA iieaven-(lroptsj)ark enclos d to heaven return d,\\nWhere late on earth the enchanting spirit burn d.\\nAnd still, dear girl, attend me whilst I sing,\\nAnd still, to earth glad heavenly tidings bring;\\nTo parents sad, and him 3 ou held most dear\\nNext to the Saviour, and the God we fear.\\nThat manly form, alas, bent down with grief!\\nThy Saviour seek, seek and He ll give relief.\\nAnd thou, dear girl, beholding from on high\\nOur struggling toils, as life is passing by\\nAmid the raptures of the glorious scenes,\\nEeflect those raptures to the land of dreams\\nCome to our dreams,thou emblem of love and truth,\\nGladden our memory with thy joyous youth.\\nTHE VISION.\\nOn the death of the three children of the Rev. Theodore\\nS. Leggett, D.D.\\nMarch 24th, 1897.\\nWhat low ring clouds invest my vision clear.\\nAs through the dim gloom the gorgeous lights\\nappear\\nWhat sudden burst amid creation s gloom,\\nWhat o:lorious visions rising from the tomb.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0348.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "Oy IlENItY FOUNTAIN. 91\\nStill as I gaze the fiery cloiuls take form,\\nAnd mystic shapes mid whirling chaos swarm\\nLow murmuring sounds the senses first prepare,\\nThen sounds seraphic charms the listening ear;\\nTriumphant forms mid the bewild ring maze,\\nIn order form to my astonished gaze.\\nNow I behold bright gems in shining crowns.\\nAnd feathery seats below in cushioned lounge,\\nAnd soft upon this aerial car appears\\nThree lovely forms, fresh fi-om their earthly biers;\\nBy angels borne on every side they fly,\\nTheir precious load swift mounting to the sky\\nIn pirans soft, sweet music charms the ear\\nEntranced I stand upward they disappear.\\nON HENRY FOUNTAIN.\\nDied 1840.\\nSweet is the memory of the past,\\nBut not as sweet as Henry s rest\\nHe suffered but a worldly blast\\nThen with his God forever blest.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0349.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "92 ON THE DEATH OF JOHN TOTTEN.\\nON THE DEATH OF JOHN TOTTEN MEET-\\nING HIS FATHER.\\nFather.\\nOn haste, my son, from earth to flee,\\nShort tliy stay below must be\\nThe ant^el Death has set thee free,\\nCome to heaven Oh, come to me I\\nSon.\\nSwifter than light my spirit flies,\\nOh tell me, father of the skies.\\nAnd I will tell thee what I know-\\nAbout the bourne I left below.\\nFather.\\nYou need not tell what Ceres yields;\\nLet us through Elysian fields.\\nWhere ambrosial fruits do grow,\\nAnd nectar springs profusely flow,\\nThere shall we wait our better ])art\\nThat yet must feel terrestrial smart.\\nWhile sweet the time we ll while away\\nMid gentle twilight and celestial day.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0350.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "CAPTAIN JOUN BARKER. 93\\nTO THE WIDOWED MOTHER.\\nTime mountains made and mountains shall decay.\\nSo .sorrows last, but joy it fiits away\\nEarth has no prox}^ can repair th}^ loss,\\nTis Heaven alone extends the bleeding cross.\\nIS LIFE TOO SHORT?\\nIf we reckon that our life is too short\\nThen useless pleasures are too dearly bought,\\nTis pleasure makes tlie time too swiftly fly\\nAnd time is lengthened out j industry.\\nON THE DEATH OF THE DAUGHTERS OF\\nCAPTAIN JOHN BARKER.\\nWritten on seeing the parents weep over their graves.\\nFROM THE DEAD TO THE LIVING.\\nOtjr dear parents, will ye ever weep,\\nWhy with your tears our new-made graves ye\\nsteep\\nThink ye your sighs do not disturb our rest\\nThey do not slumber that s forever blest,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0351.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "94 CAPTAiy JOHN BARKER.\\nBut the freed spirits seek the realms on high\\nAnd smile on earth amidst their buoyant sky.\\nYet all (k lightless is that solemn view\\n01 Iriends that s parting from the friends that s\\ntrue.\\nAnd swift as spirits mount their realms on high,\\nSo swift to heaven does pass the secret sigh,\\nAll other earthly cares do death destroy\\nTis this alone disturbs our heavenly joy.\\nEternal bliss sheds forth her radiant beams,\\nAnd life that s past seems but life s troubled\\ndreams.\\nJoy, heaped on joy, unwearied seeks no rest,\\nTis half the blessing to see so many blest.\\nOne mighty mass ai e we collectively,\\nYet each within themselves may separate l)e,\\nEach having joys that s separate from the rest,\\nYet in these joys the mighty mass is blest.\\nNor all the joys with you on earth that dwell,\\nCould not match Martha s meeting Isabel.\\nNow this we send that you may cease your\\nsighs.\\nAnd dry the tear-worn channels of your eyes\\nFor we have now ex[)lored that unknown\\nroad,\\nAnd joined our fathers in their blest abode\\nAnd thus it is why mortals dread to die,\\nDrear is the path and long is eternity.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0352.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "ON SITTING UP WITH JACOB BOBINE. 95\\nThe reason why you dread your destined fate,\\nNone knows the doom that on him does await;\\nBut be assured they have no cause to mourn\\nWho leaves that port for the eternal bourne.\\nON SITTING UP WITH JACOB BODINE.\\nIIoAv solemn all, in sadness how serene,\\nThe lurid lamp siiines gloomy o er the scene,\\nIts morbid rays a cheerless influence sheds\\nAs though the darkness from tliat light was\\nspread.\\nThough all is still no quiet s in the gloom,\\nNo peace in })rospect, save what s in the tomb;\\nHe pays the debt from which no one can flee,\\nThe awful debt of man s inconstancy\\nFor though he pants beneath the stroke of death,\\nThe envious conqueror envies every breath.\\nHe like a patriot though to fate would yield,\\nCraves a moment till lie has gained the field\\nFain would he stay till the good fight is o er.\\nThen launch adventurous for the unknown shore.\\nClose at his side a watchful daughter sat.\\nOppressed with care, seemed yielding up to fate;\\nMelancholy clouded that lavely daughter.\\nLike mist that hangs o er the face of the water.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0353.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "96 ON SITTING UP WITH JACOB BODINE.\\nHer head reclining on a pillow lay,\\nNow closed are those eyes, now shed they a ray.\\nThose lucid black eyes shone on that pillow\\nLike a sunbeam bright on a rolling billow,\\nKow tossing on high it shines o er the wave,\\nNow sinking below in the waters to lave,\\nShe has watched him till watching has ceased to\\nrelieve,\\nShe has mourned till mournino^ no lonwr can\\ngrieve,\\nShe has watched and mourned till her sorrows\\nare drownd,\\nAnd her vigil has ended in sleeping profound.\\nLike a star that has watched o er a gathering\\nstorm.\\nNow gathered, is veiled in her silence to mourn,\\nThe silence was broken as the father gazed round.\\nHis voice proved him living yet it had a death\\nsound\\nHe spoke of the narrow house and the peace that\\nwas there,\\nBut he mourned for his children and the stripes\\nthey must bear.\\nBegone, they will cry, with a curse on their head,\\nBegone, thou intruder, thy father is dead\\nThen he asked if I thought his time had now\\ncame,\\nIf I ever saw so weak a man recover again.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0354.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "ON SITTING UP WITH JACOB BODINE. 97\\nI answered him calmly, though I scarce hid the\\nsigh,\\nThey tell me who knew thee thy fate seemed as\\nnigh,\\nThat thy soul it seemed trembling on the verge\\nof the grave.\\nAnd the arm that then saved thee is still able to\\nsav^e\\nThen a light gleam o er his countenance flies,\\nIt lives but a moment, it sickens and dies\\nIt cheers but a moment, for short is that reign\\nOf joy, or of hope, that is built upon pain\\nHis hope and his murmurs have yielded to pain,\\nAnd sorrow and silence are reio^nino- ao^ain\\nYet his spirit still lingers it still warms the\\nclay,\\nBut the least blast from death shall blow it\\naway.\\nThe softest winged arrow that descends from\\nabove\\nShall bear it aw^ay to the mansions of love.\\n7", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0355.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "98 HYMN.\\nHYMN.\\nWritten on hearing a Missionary Sermon Preached by Dr.\\nJames Broicnley.\\nCome, Holy Spirit, with all thy power,\\nKot us alone that crave,\\nAll earth is thirsting for the shower\\nAnd all we d have thee save.\\nCome, Advent season, longed-for hour\\nWhen war and crime sliall cease,\\nWhen none resist the omniscient power\\nAnd all will dwell in peace.\\nWhen earth s remotest corners ringf\\nWith our Redeemer s praise,\\nAnd every breeze that blows shall bring\\nGlad tidings of His orace.\\nThen, Christians, onward be thy toil,\\nTill heaven and earth shall see\\nHeathen, Tiii k, and Jew all join\\nIn one fraternity.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0356.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "133i2I PSALM. 99\\nPSALM 42.\\nAs the hart pantetli after the water brooks, so panteth\\nmy soul after thee, O God.\\nAs when, pursued his native woods around,\\nThe trembling hart tlies from tlie insulting hound,\\nHe seeks to find the livinn* brook once more.\\nAnd lave his weary limbs on the refreshing shore.\\nThus when pursued by woes and earthly care\\nMy foes press on to drive me to despair\\nDrunk with success they cry, Where is thy God\\nSmite with thy faith, call down His chastening\\nrod!\\nMy weary soul, tired of this earthly pain\\nStill seeks in faith that joy in heaven it hopes to\\ngain.\\n133KD PSALM.\\nBehold how pleasant to see,\\nBrothers dwell in unity\\nLike the ointment on the head\\nThat ran down on Aaron s beard\\nL \u00c2\u00abfO,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0357.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "100 PE.\\nAnd into its precious flow,\\nReached his garment s skirts below\\nAs the dew upon Hermon,\\nOr the dew of Mount Zion\\nThere the Lord His blessings pour\\nEven life forevermore.\\nPE.\\nMy faith I constantly will keep,\\nBecause I find thy truth is sweet;\\nTis light to enter in Thy temple,\\nAnd understanding to the simple.\\nI panted till Thy voice I heard,\\nAnd longed to hear Thy mighty w^ord\\nLook and be merciful to me\\nAs Thou usest to those that love thee.\\nIn righteousness teach me to move,\\nAnd from its path let me not rove\\nLet me not be oppressed by man.\\nSo that I may Thy precepts scan\\nLet thy face on Thy servant shine\\nSo will I keep Thy laws divine\\nRivers are flowing from mine eyes\\nBecause Thy statutes they despise.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0358.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "A CANTICLE. 101\\nVERSIFICATION OF THE 134:TH PSALM.\\nBless ye the Lord, ye servants of Ilis might,\\nWho stand in Ilis holy place by night\\nLift up your hands and bless the Lord on high.\\nFrom Zion, Him who made the earth and sky.\\nA CANTICLE.\\nTHE SONG OF MOSES. EXODUS XV. VERSIFIED.\\nApril 3rd, 1899.\\nSing to the Lord, He hath triumphed gloriously\\nThe horse and his rider hath He thrown into the\\nsea,\\nThe Lord of my strength and song. He is my sal-\\nvation\\nHe is my God, I will prepare Him an habitation\\nHe is my father s God, I will exalt His fame.\\nThe Lord is a man of war, Almighty is His name.\\nPharaoh s chariots and His host He cast into the\\nsea\\nHis captains all chosen from their fate cannot\\nflee.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0359.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "102 A CANTICLE.\\nThe depths have covered them they sank as a\\nstone.\\nThy right hand, O Lord, so glorious in power is\\nknown\\nThy right hand, O Lord, hath dashed in pieces the\\nenemy,\\nAnd in the greatness and power of Thy excel-\\nlency\\nThou hast overthrown them that rose up against\\nThee:\\nThou sendeth forth Thy wrath, consumed they\\ncannot flee,\\nAnd with the blast of Thy nostrils the waters leap\\nTogether, the floods stood upright as an heap.\\nAnd the waters were congeal d in the heart of\\nthe deep\\nThe enemy said, I will pursue, overtake, my lust\\nenjoy:\\nWhen satisfied; my sword I ll draw, my hands\\nthem shall destroy.\\nThou didst blow Thy wind, the sea about them\\nhovered\\nThey sank down as lead, the mighty waters\\ncovered.\\nWho is like unto Thee, O Lord, among Thy thun-\\nders,\\nGlorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing won-\\nders", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0360.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "A CANTICLE. 103\\nThou stretchest out Thy right hand, they are con-\\nsumed,\\nThe earth swallows them, they are entombed.\\nThou in mercy led forth the people Thou re-\\ndeemed\\nGuided to Thy habitation the holy and esteemed.\\nAnd the inhabitants of Palestina shall hear.\\nAnd the land shall be o erwhelmed with fear\\nThen the duke of Edom shall* be amazed\\nAnd the mighty men of Moab, trembling and\\ndazed\\nThe inhabitants of Canaan shall melt away.\\nFear and dread shall fall on them, and none to\\nstay.\\nBy the greatness of Thine arm they shall be still\\nas a stone\\nTill the people pass o er, Thou hast possessed\\nThine own.\\nThou shalt bring them, and plant them in the\\nmount by the grace\\nOf thine inheritance, which Thou hast made for\\nThy own dwelling place,\\nIn Thy sanctuary, O Lord, and may we not sever,\\nAnd the Lord, He shall reign for ever and ever.\\nFor the horse of Pharoah went in with his\\nchariot\\nAnd the horsemen and Pharaoh shared the same\\nlot.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0361.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "104 AN ELEGY ON A POOR MAN.\\nFor the Lord brought again the waters of the\\nsea,\\nBut the children of Israel on the dry land went\\nfree.\\nFROM THE 29TH PSALM.\\nCome give unto the Lord, O je of might.\\nTo strength and glory He has all the right,\\nGive to the Lord the glory due His name,\\nWorship the Lord with beauty s holy flame,\\nThe mighty God of Glory s heard afar.\\nHis thundering voice the elements do mar,\\nThe waters by His voice their course maintain,\\nA voice extended as the rolling main.\\nAN ELEGY ON A TOOK MAK\\nThey are tears sincere that o er his tomb are\\nshed,\\nNo wealth but toil whilst here he did control\\nBut now he is wealthier than the wealthiest\\ndead.\\nThe curse of riches rests not on his soul.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0362.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "THE DREAM. 105\\nTHE DREAM.\\nI DREAMT that I was crossed in love\\nA proud yet heavenly fair,\\nHad taught rae that my suit was vain,\\nAnd driven me to despair.\\nReeling from the bloody deed\\nA desperate suicide,\\nThe spirit freed from earth it bounds\\nThrough distant realms to glide.\\nThen swift along the heavenly spheres,\\nI strode from star to star,\\nNor deemed the heavenly path too bright,\\nNor thought the strides too far.\\nI passed Orion, raging God,\\nWho still pursues in vain,\\nThe six bright nymphs of purest flame\\nAnd one of mortal stain.\\nI passed beyond our stellar round\\nThrough many a starry sphere,\\nWhere orbs unknown to earth abound,\\nAnd suns as bright appear.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0363.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "106 THE DREAM.\\nThen looking back to take one glance\\nWhere friends I left were few,\\nAh vision false tis strange to tell,\\nThough then it seemed so true.\\nAh strange it was the earth seemed lost\\nIn one the earth might claim.\\nBut ah that name I must not tell\\nThat eclipsed the earth with flame.\\nNor shone earth like a halo round,\\nBut seemed a darkened zone,\\nThe fading sun at distance frowned\\nAll unnoticed and alone.\\nNot Canis Major s glittering star\\nCould boast in heaven a purer name.\\nOr Aldebaran shining afar.\\nThan she that fanned my bosom s flame.\\nBut now my feasting eyes are turned,\\nSweet music fills my ears,\\nAnd floating soft on silvery clouds,\\nA heavenly throng appears.\\nA glittering star on a shining car\\nDid Newton s light display,\\nWith equal clearness near and far\\nTo guide their heavenly way.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0364.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "THE DREAM. 107\\nFirst Homer blind, and Pindar proud,\\nAnd Ossian king of song,\\nAnd Maro sniootli, and Milton learned,\\nAnd Byron came along.\\nThen Shakespeare, first of mortal men,\\nThe gathered passions round him crowd\\nLove, hate, and env^y, worshipped then\\nAnd owned their master in the cloud.\\nAnd bright upon a silvery cloud\\nThere came a brilliant trio,\\nTwas Dante sweet, and Petrarch sad,\\nAnd Michael Angel o.\\nAnd these were of the vocal choir,\\nThen came a minstrel throng,\\nSome skilled in verse to tune the lyre.\\nAnd some the lyre alone.\\nLatona s son and Pan were there\\nAnd Orpheus tuned the lyre,\\nThamyris, and Demodocus,\\nAnd David filled the choir.\\nTen thousand thousand smaller bards,\\nAll helped to swell the song.\\nOh how I wished for vocal power\\nTo mingle witii that throne;", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0365.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "108 AN INVITATION.\\nThus brio^ht around the vision burned\\nIn vision s brightest day,\\nBut Sol he burned, the vision turned\\nAnd truth poured in a ray.\\nI awoke and found myself alive,\\nRejoicing still to be\\nAnd willing still to live for one,\\nThat will not live for me.\\nAN INVITATION.\\nCome, Mary, let s go down to the sea.\\nFor now the vast waters are at rest.\\nOld Neptune has fallen asleep\\nAnd the halcyon is building her nest.\\nCome, Mary, come, let us away.\\nO er the face of the gay spangled deep\\nThe porpoise may carelessly play.\\nAnd the sailor his hammock may keep.\\nOur vessel may ride o er the main\\nSecure as the olive-branch dove,\\nAnd return you to your dove-cot again\\nWith a heart full of friendship and love.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0366.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "A VALENTINE.\\nAnd when our white sails shall return,\\nAnd you with your kindred shall be;\\nThy beauty shall gladden all round,\\nLike Yen us come out of the sea.\\nA VALENTINE.\\nFebruary 14, 1849.\\nRising from a bed of pain,\\nWith feeble hand and feebler strain,\\nWith trembling pen that scarce can write,\\nThis short epistle will indite.\\nThis winter rose receive from me.\\nEmblem of sadness, and love for thee.\\nBut hope the charmer Avill not blast\\nThe future prospects with the past.\\nBut soon as verdure glads the pain,\\nTo health and strength restored again,\\nTuned full high to thought that s gay\\nPour forth many a roundelay.\\nThen sing, ye little songsters gay,\\nNor wait ye for my laggard lay.\\nBut charm ye each those mates of thine,\\nAnd leave me to my Yalentine.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0367.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "110 lUE DYISG DUUyKARD.\\nTO MISS IRENE.\\nThe other day, Miss Irene,\\nYou accused me of being green\\nWhilst others say that I am shallow\\nFor loving one that is so yellow\\nBlend the colors and they are blue.\\nAn emblem of the heart that s true.\\nTHE DYIXG DRUNKAED.\\nThe lightnings flash, the thunder roars,\\nThe drenching rain a deluge pours\\nBut harms no more the drunkard s den,\\nHe has passed the range of mortal ken.\\nFainting, expiring and alone,\\nNone know his pain, or hear his groan\\nOh, thinks he of a second birth.\\nWho only lived to trouble earth?\\nAll that were his have gone before,\\nHe lives to see their troubles o er\\nBut still he sought that cursed bowl\\nThat wrecked his home, to drown his soul.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0368.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "TEE BRAVE ARE NOT FORGOTTEN. Ill\\nOh, be some guardian spirit by,\\nTo guide that spark that ne er can die;\\nNourish, instruct it, and prepare,\\nAnd be that soul thy guardian care.\\nA TEMPERANCE HYMN.\\nWould ye give your Maker pain,\\nAnd crucify your God again\\nWith poisoned blood disease your race,\\nAnd every earthly act disgrace\\nIf ye would destruction shun.\\nAnd glorify your Maker s Son,\\nTis Temperance alone can gain\\nHis filial love, and quiet reign.\\nThen seek virtue for your bride.\\nAnd take the virgin to your side\\nSeek with her a heavenly rest,\\nAnd be with her forever blest.\\nTHE BRAYE ARE NOT FORGOTTEN.\\nEnough of fame will pay the freeman s toil.\\nThe laurel grows where er it linds a soil.\\nAnd round his grave though humble Avhen it s\\nfound,\\nAll that is heard must have a hallow d sound,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0369.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "112 THE BESULT OF THE ELECTION.\\nOH BUKY ME MID THE TKEES I LOYE.\\nOh bury me mid my children dear,\\nWhiere I toiled with joy and with pain\\nI labored in pain, but cheered on by hope,\\nDoubly charmed by beauty and gain.\\nOh bury me mid my children dear,\\nThough away my spirit has roved\\nMy mouldering body by nature s decree,\\nMay be part of those trees that I loved.\\nWKITTEK ON THE KESULT OF THE\\nELECTION.\\n1845.\\nSad are my thoughts for my dear land,\\nDestruction hovers o er her strand\\nLong shall Columbia rue the day\\nThat she rejected Henry Clay.\\nThe rabble shout with maniac joy,\\nBut silent is the mind that s coy.\\nAh they would shout though they could see\\nThe uplifted veil of misery.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0370.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "THE RESULT OF THE ELECTION. 113\\nThen shout aloud, ye rabble joy,\\nYou that the prosperous would destroy,\\nShort will be their revelry\\nThat must bear part the misery.\\nGo ask the world of Henry Clay\\nGo ask in South America,\\nGo ask who aided suffering Greece,\\nGo ask who made your Country s peace.\\nAnd how for this has he been paid\\nHe has been beat by foreign aid\\nThe man that checked the foreign brand\\nFeels their power in his own land.\\nAnd must we take that desperate band,\\nThose filthy scrapings of the land,\\nThose sweepings of Columbia soil\\nThat rather rob than live by toil\\nWe must, we must, the die is cast\\nColumbia s misery has come at last.\\nOh seal mine eyes ye powers above,\\nSeal them for the patriot love.\\nPhilanthropists, I own with shame,\\nThough we boast of liberty,\\nHalf of our broad domain\\nCast their votes for slavery.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0371.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "114 THE RESULT OF THE ELECTION.\\n(Ye mercenary foreign aid,\\nWhat can ye gain by a free trade\\nIs it the hope that time will come\\nWhen you can live again at home\\nAnd stronger yet my bosom yearns\\nThat constant for the patriot burns\\nHave they reduced our Henry Clay,\\nThough all his votes were cast away\\nHas Cicero s blood disgraced his name\\nOr Antony marred Brutus fame,\\nNor aught that impious man can say\\nDefame the name of Henry Clay.\\nAnd now from public strife he ll cease,\\nWho sought to guide the helm in peace,\\nAnd loved his country better far\\nThan thousands that cry out for war.\\nMid sweet retirement let him rest.\\nAnd blessings of his country s best\\nThere calmly wait the destined day\\nThat calls to Heaven our Henry Clay.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0372.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "THE nESCUE. 115\\nWKITTEN AT A AVEDDING.\\n1840.\\nLet s grasp at pleasure in its flight,\\nCome on, my joys, away, ye fears\\nShe has sown more mirtli on this gay nio-ht,\\nThan all she ll reap in after years.\\nTHE RESCUE.\\nSfdden he stops his steed, hark what s the cry\\nWhat the alarm that makes the people fly\\nTis but a pause, then quickly starts his steed.\\nThe willing courser springs forward at full speed.\\nSo swiftly moves, so suddenly he bounds.\\nHe seems to fly or scarcely touch the ground\\nAnd m a moment he is on the dock,\\nWhere to the cry the crowding people flock\\nNow he alights, though scarce he checks his speed,\\n(Quick to the word stopped the unguided steed)\\nThen rushes impetuous where the waters show\\nThat life s expiring in the realms below.\\nHeadlong he plunges in the briny deep,\\nThe parted waters close upon his feet", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0373.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "116 THE BESCUE.\\nThen all is still, the mute spectators stand,\\nWith dewdrop-stillness gazing from the strand.\\nIn that solemn moment you might have heard\\nThe faintest chirrup of a callow-bird,\\nA pin s light fall upon a marble floor\\nWould break the stillness of that silent shore\\nAll anxious eyes are gazing from the shore,\\nAnd each begins to think he is no more,\\nAVhen one the silence broke and thus began\\nA warning take from this imprudent man\\nYou saw how rashly he did seek the deep.\\nAnd now behold him with his fellow sleep.\\nN^or had he ceased before his head did ride\\nAbove the waves, and, laboring gainst the tide.\\nBut soon they do perceive he strives in vain\\nTo stem the rolling flood, or shore to gain.\\nThey seize the reins ^vhich then his courser\\nwore,\\nThe well known lines did guide him to the\\nshore\\nTo raise him on the dock they now began\\nThen first they did perceive the rescued man.\\nHe by the hair the drowning man had grasped\\nWho about his w^rist both his hands had clasped.\\nHe ties the lines so lately cut away\\nAnd mounts his steed and gives him ample sway,\\nHe fled from thanks where he his succor gave,\\nAnd bound not him he rescued from the grave", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0374.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "HEARING THE RESULT OF MERCER S TRIAL. 117\\nThough wet his garments and his bridle rent,\\nHe tarried not, but on his journey went\\nWhen now the rescued was himself again\\nHe dimly viewed him on the distant plain.\\nWRITTEN ON HEARING THE RESULT OF\\nMERCER S TRIAL.\\nYe virtuous maidens, exalt the fame.\\nOf this thy young and bold protector s name\\nPlace it high honored in memory s fame,\\nAnd even let it be an honored name.\\nPlace on thy banners him with sword in hand,\\nAnd by his side young innocence shall stand.\\nLong shall that name admired be\\nWho dared chastise the foulest villainy.\\nA^irtue dared smile though demonism frowned\\nWhen first she such a bold protector found\\n(For well she knew twould to her maidens yield\\nA full protection from his ample shiekl.)\\nHenceforth injured innocence shall call\\nUpon that name who wrought a villain s fall\\nAnd the mean wretch, though on destruction s\\nbrink.\\nFrom that proud name his coward soul shall\\nshrink", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0375.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "118 WRITTEN FOli A FBIEND.\\nLet those proud names with equal honors be,\\nMercer the chaste, and Mercer of liberty\\nThe laurel wreath which virtue shall prepare\\nThe avenging Mercer shall forever wear.\\nWhilst indignant virtue shall forever shun.\\nThe neglected ^rave of worthless Ililerton.\\nLOZENGES AND PASTE.\\nOld Esculapius rejoice again,\\nThy son has reached the pinnacle of fame\\nToo long thy race in indolence has dwelt,\\nAnd worthless fossil medicine has dealt.\\nTill Shirkman rose with paste and lozenges\\nWhich every Son of science now prefers.\\nHis years of study have raised deathless fame.\\nAnd with the gods shall be an honored name.\\nWhat pity he with us a name should lack\\nI asked our Ducks, they only answered. Quack.\\nWRITTEN FOR A FRIEND, TO ANSWER\\nA DOGGEREL SLUR.\\nNeolected Poetess, I now discern.\\nThe boy that does your future state concern\\nHis intellectual countenance does shine\\nWith traits of well marked genius like thine.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0376.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND. 119\\nHis full round face is like thy foot, all sole,\\nWith features expressive as a stagnant pool,\\nHis long ashy hair that might an ass disgrace,\\nIn scattered locks hang o er his greasy face.\\nHis little brain must long ago hhve fled.\\nBut a thick skull protects his feeble head.\\nLike feeble fortresses are fortified\\nWith thicker walls their want of strength sup-\\nplied\\nHis ill-shaped form doth to my mind arise,\\nA horrid picture paints before mine eyes\\nHis shapeless bulk let me awhile conceal.\\nFor why should I the monster here reveal\\nEnough it is that I alone should know,\\nLet others Avait for comic nature s show.\\nSuffice to see when time has brought to light\\nThis hideous loon, this vacant man of night;\\nLet s hear no more of thee and tliy friend,\\nShe who on every meanest action tend,\\nBe ceased, let s hear no more the worthless rhyme,\\nKor strive to make two copied verses chime.\\nThink not for making rhyme I deem thee wise\\nSuch doggerel trash as thine let all despise\\nThy coarse collected words a soul denies.\\nIn sweeter strains than thine the screech owl\\ncries.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0377.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "120 THE SPIDER FIGHT.\\nA LETTER CAEMED BY A CLIENT\\nFROM ONE LAWYER TO ANOTHER.\\nI HAVE cauglit two fools, my crafty brother,\\nYou will pick one, and I the other\\nBoth of them in my trap flew.\\nThe meanest one I send to you,\\nlIuNGKY Shyster.\\nTHE SPIDER FIGHT.\\nWhy should a poet raise his theme so high\\nAnd constant aim his verses for the sky\\nWhy not sometimes drop a few lines on earth,\\nIn honor to the place that gave him birth,\\nIf others won t, then I Avill choose a theme,\\nAnd write about some warriors I have seen.\\nTired of sleep, as on my bed I lay,\\nJust as the night was giving way to day,\\nA hungry fly, -who, early, left his rest.\\nFlew at full speed into a spider s nest\\nForth from his hiding place the spider came,\\nAnd with his silken web secured his game.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0378.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "OH! ABSALOM. 121\\nNor scarce secured, when forth a neighbor came,\\nAnd with the first he did dispute the game.\\nHard was the fio-ht and anorv^ was each blow.\\nBat soon the first the last did overthrow\\nWrapt in one common web the spider and the\\nfly,.\\nAnd which was which you scarcely could descry.\\nBut ere the conqueror has left the place,\\nYou not an atom of the web miglit trace\\nHe asked no ruined fabric to display\\nThe toils and struggles of a well fought day.\\nGorged with the ample breakfast he had gained\\nWas pay sufficient for the fight maintained.\\nOH xiBSALOM\\nOh Absalom, my son my son\\nWould thou had the battle gained\\nAnd o er Israel thou had reigned\\nSooner would I die for thee\\nThan have had thee slain for me\\nOh Absalom, my son my son\\nThy hair was too long.\\nOr the bough was too strong.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0379.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "122 THE RUSTIC POET.\\nTHE KUSTIC rOET.\\nBeneath a hill, secluded spot,\\nA poet dwells, not in a grout\\nBut in a mean and lowly hut,\\nThat smoke has painted black as soot\\nHis lowly bed is made of straw,\\nAnd nature formed the earthen floor\\nA stump his seat, a stump his stand,\\nRudely formed by nature s hand\\nAnd not a kettle, not a pot.\\nIs seen about that sacred spot.\\nThe only things he keeps on hand.\\nAre those which nature does demand\\nA conch shell is his only cup,\\nAnd seldom from it takes a sup\\nFor sweeter draught the bard does think,\\nDoes he receive, who kneels to drink,\\nFor he was truly nature s child.\\nRomantic, artless, rude and wild.\\nHe for flesh no blood doth spill,\\nNor for his drink woukl roots distill,\\nFor he on fruits and berries lives,\\nAnd they are such as nature gives\\nLuxurious cates cannot please.\\nHe only loves poetic ease.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0380.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "THE GREAT WESTERN. 123\\nFor he despised all civic love,\\nAnd nature only can adore.\\nThere does he dwell, contented still\\nThe sovereign lord of his own will\\nA satiate and contended mind.\\nThat like his walks are unconfined.\\nOUR REYOLUTIONARY GRAIS^DSIRES.\\nThough they were not of high degree,\\nGreat were their deeds of chivalry,\\nIn the long strife for liberty.\\nOK SEEING THE GREAT WESTERN COM-\\nING UP THE LOWER BAY ON HER\\nFIRST TRIP TO THIS COUNTRY.\\n(the first steamer.)\\nWhat wonld Ulysses had to tell\\nIf he upon his voyage to hell.\\nHad met with this almighty boat\\nHe had thought all hell had got afloat\\nAnd quick would have retraced again.\\nHis passage o er the watery main.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0381.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "124 PASTORAL.\\nA PASTOEAL.\\nLet s pass the flitting hours along,\\nIn gay and sweet pastoral song\\nFor mirth and joy to youth belong.\\nThen let us in this welcome bower,\\nAnd give to ease the idle hour\\nThey are fools who strive to check its power.\\nThough ever humble be our lot\\nLet s be content with what we ve got,\\nFor wealth knows not the peaceful cot.\\nNo gay Alexis of the Grove,\\nShall after come and fondly prove\\nThat we were born to love.\\nYet when this clay to dust decay.\\nAnd dreaming life has passed away.\\nShall we not sleep as sound as they\\nThen Agondecy fondly sing,\\nAVliilst I the wreaths of roses bring\\nAnd crown thee Flora gentle queen.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0382.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "THE TREE OF LIBERTY. 125\\nThen pass the flitting hours away,\\nIn gay and sweet pastoral lay\\nAnd chanting some fond roundelay.\\nTHE TREE OF LIBERTY.\\nWild it grows and beauteous blows\\nThe tree of liberty\\nEach mountaineer does hail with cheer\\nHimself as wild and free.\\nRaise the song of liberty,\\nLet the sound arise\\nRally round thy native tree\\nPeal thy notes along the skies.\\nColumbia s free-born sons arouse.\\nAnd guard th}^ liberty\\nYou must not loose in wild carouse\\nThy father s heaven defended tree.\\nLet no crafty one invade\\nNor heed the sirens sound\\nLet laurel grow beneath its shade\\nAnd myrtle twine around.\\nTo dig its soil, its limbs to prune,\\nMore glories to display,\\nTwill check its sap, its blossoms blast,\\nTwill wither and decay.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0383.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "126 LOVE SHOULD BE BECIFBOCAL.\\nAN ELEGY O^ A TROUBLESOME PET.\\nPoor Puss she is dead\\nTwas a blow on the head,\\nCaused the soul, from the body, to sever:\\nPets have but few friends,\\nWho whilst living attends.\\nBut when dead, are forgotten forever.\\nLOVE SHOULD BE EECIPROCAL.\\nWhy for naught do Ave sell\\nThose passions that are pure?\\nLove should be reciprocal\\nAnd then it will endure.\\nThey misconstrue the gift of heaven,\\nWho sigh upon a barren heart,\\nIt for a blessing has been given\\nAnd if abused it will depart.\\nWhen a true one s heart you gain,\\nLest its fire should depart\\nWith thy bosom s holy flame,\\nNaturalize that heart.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0384.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "UENRY CLAY. 127\\nWhen we behold a humid e3 e,\\nWith placid soft, and genial look,\\nThen from those scornful sneers we fly,\\nAnd the proud scoffer is forsook.\\nHENRY CLAY.\\nMaj/, 1848.\\nWhat makes this o^eneral shout ajrain.\\nWhy rings that name o er hill and plain?\\nTis the spirit s secret power,\\nThat guides the patriot s perilous hour.\\nFrom every clime it echoes forth.\\nFrom the wide extended north,\\nFrom the southern burning plain,\\nHenry Clay is called again.\\nFrom each river, nook, and dell,\\nFrom mountain heights Avhere patriots dwell,\\nFrom the lake s remotest bound,\\nAll conspire to raise the sound\\nHe comes with justice on his brow,\\nLike Cincinnatus from his plough.\\nAnd angry winter s sullen spleen\\nMust yield before the vernal scene\\nThe smile of youth is on that brow.\\nWhere rough armed time has used his plough", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0385.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "J28 TO THOMAS MOORE.\\nAnd joy and mirth is lurking there,\\nThough oft oppressed with toil and care\\nThe statesman hears the summons loud,\\nHe sees the gathering people crowd-\\nHe loathes to leave his dear Ashland\\nTo take the public helm in hand.\\nSILENCE.\\nWritteii at a Party.\\nSilence, thou older than the eternal plan,\\nThou wert ere yet the heavens began.\\nThou still hast reign, and still thy reign shall be\\nWhen time is lost in vast eternity.\\nThou honest friend, thou lasting foe\\nThat secret serves, or waits the secret blow\\nDeath must submit but health may bid thee flee,\\nNow I rebel, come, ladies, join with me.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0386.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "OUR BEAUTIFUL HOUNDS. 129\\nOUR BEAUTIFUL IIOUXDS.\\nOur beautiful hounds so agile and fair,\\nSo docile to learn that the house is their care\\nSo cleanly and proud they own all the grounds\\nAnd with a keen vigil they keep up their rounds.\\nThe beautiful hounds, the joy of our home.\\nOn their couches contented they seek not to roam\\nThey seek us at times for a fond, loving kiss,\\nAnd a kind, gentle patting is the height of their\\nbliss.\\nWhere are the people, though savage or learned,\\nThat the dog s faithful service no affection has\\nearned;\\nIn poverty or wealth, so faithful and true\\nIn health or in sickness they will suffer with you.\\nSo welcome they meet 3 ou, so true and sincere,\\nWith a kind, honest heart you have nothing to\\nfear\\nIn the chase they will follow o er mountain and\\nbogs,\\nAnd the sure sign of a rogue is the hater of dogs.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0387.jp2"}, "384": {"fulltext": "130 TO TUPPER.\\nTO LORD BYROK\\nSpirit of Lord Byron, my bosom inspire\\nWith thy strength and sweetness l)ut not with\\nthy ire.\\nMy bosom already is burning with rage,\\nAnd this world is too much for man to engage.\\nTO FLAYIUS JOSEPIIUS.\\nWarrior, priest, historian, and sage.\\nWhose works have pleased the learned of every\\nace.\\nMay thy good spirit on my course attend,\\nBe thou my guide, and Heaven shall be my\\nfriend.\\nTO TUPPER.\\nMay Tupper s labors long the good man tend,\\nTo nourish virtue and innocence defend,\\nThose old wise sayings in that Avork combined,\\nDeserves the attention of the studious mind,\\nTwill yield more joy in their lone midnight hours\\nThan all the fabled amaranthine bowers.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0388.jp2"}, "385": {"fulltext": "A ROSEBUD. 131\\nTO THOMSON\\nI LOVE the bard who various seasons showed,\\nWith a like spirit of their tempering God,\\nAnd may such music ever round me ring,\\nAs when to indolence he turned each string.\\nSCOTT.\\nThe border minstrel marks each lay\\nWith wild fantastic fantasy\\nNor scarcely has he tuned the strings\\nSave when the marvellous he sin^js.\\nON SEEING A ROSEBUD THAT WAS\\nBROKEN DOWN BY A IIAIL-STORM.\\nThe rosebud blasted in the storm.\\nFor its untimely fate we mourn\\nBut when it withers with decay\\nWe mourn not tliat it passed away.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0389.jp2"}, "386": {"fulltext": "132 THE VIOLET.\\nTHE GEAPE VINE.\\nAccursed vine, pest of our race\\nThy cruelties through time we trace,\\nThy stone has killed a bard of yore,\\nThy juice has murdered myriads more.\\nTHE VIOLET.\\nThotj emblem of Columbia s heir,\\nEarly blooming soft and fair\\nWith color of a heavenly hue,\\nAn emblem of the heart that s true\\nThou heedest not the early blast\\nThat comes with Spring when winter s past,\\nAnd frozen dew and chilly rain\\nTo blast thy bloom may strive in vain.\\nNor doth thy beauty seem to mind\\nThe damp and blasting eastern wind,\\nBut like Columbia s hardy heir\\nEver blooming sweet and fair.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0390.jp2"}, "387": {"fulltext": "SWEET IS THE BANQUET OF THE MIND. 133\\nSWEET IS THE BANQUET OF THE MIND.\\nSweet is the banquet of the mind,\\nWhether in study s room confined,\\nOr loitering through the pathless field,\\nEach to the mind sweet nurture yield.\\nFull often have I musing stood,\\nIn some lone solitary wood.\\nOr trod the unfrequented way\\nWhere the thick boughs obstruct the day.\\nThere in these rude recesses find,\\nA sweet enjoyment for the mind,\\nAnd inly feel such jo\\\\^ as this,\\nIs treasured for our heavenly bliss.\\nTo me no feast is like the mind.\\nThough tasteful viands were combined\\nThe epicures of cates may sing.\\nBut musing is my banqueting.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0391.jp2"}, "388": {"fulltext": "134 A]!f ODK\\nAN ODE.\\nWhile sporting on the new made hay\\nLittle Cupid chanced that way,\\nSporting o er the flowery meads,\\nAnd now he lags and now he speeds,\\nAnd now he s on the flowery spray,\\nAnd now he s on the fragrant hay\\nHis wings that caught the solar beams,\\nEefluent turned the golden streams\\nHis quiver o er his shoulder hung,\\nHis bow in hand for mischief strung.\\nHe first began his art to try\\nUpon a wanton butterfly,\\nWhen issuing from a cloud, there came\\nThe queen of love, the laughing dame\\nAVith witching smile she bade the boy\\nTo nobler game his shafts employ.\\nThe ready rogue he seized a dart\\nAnd aimed a blow full at my heart.\\nThen as a pencil ray of light,\\nThe viewless arrow takes its flight\\nFull in my breast the weapon stood.\\nIt wounds, it smarts, but draws no blood,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0392.jp2"}, "389": {"fulltext": "AMEEICANS TO ARMS, 135\\nI sighed, I writhed, I sank with pain,\\nNor thought I e er shoukl rise again\\nThe villain sought his mother s arras,\\nThe mother smiled with tenfold charms,\\nMama, he cried, I want new game,\\nThen kissed the laughter-loving dame\\nThe admiring queen the infant eyed\\nAnd in approving smiles replied\\nHis wings he spread, a glittering flame,\\nThen sought those eyes from whence he came\\nAnd here my giddy senses veered,\\nAnd in the mist all disappeared.\\nAMERICANS, TO ARMS\\nAmericans, assert a cause so just\\nCling to the honors of thy father s shades\\nThou hast lied to freedom and betrayed her trust,\\nThou owest the debt that honor should have paid.\\nKnowest thou the debt that sons forever owe,\\nTo long dead soldiers who for freedom fought?\\nKnowest thou thy glories are an empty boast,\\nWhen all thou claimest thy fathers blood has\\nbought", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0393.jp2"}, "390": {"fulltext": "136 AMERICANS, TO ARMS!\\nIn slothful ease thus did our fathers, rise\\nISTo with their blood their liberty they sealed\\nThey taught the stubborn Briton how to yield,\\nAnd changed the hue of many a dark brown\\nfield.\\nShall freedom s sons to freedom s cries be deaf\\nShall your brave brothers call for aid in vain\\nAre they a prey to ruthless chieftains left,\\nAnd you in ease and luxury mock their pain\\nShall gallant Ringold wake compassion s tear\\nAnd murdered Clay arouse no vengeful ire\\nShall kind compassion soften into fear.\\nAnd vengeance just provoke no patriot fire?\\nGo seek the couch where the soft Persian slept,\\nThe tempting couch the valiant Grecian tries.\\nThe conquering Eoman rich upon it crept\\nThe Goddess wept, and weeping from them flies.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0394.jp2"}, "391": {"fulltext": "THE ALIEN OF EBIN. 137\\nTHE ALIEN OF ERIK\\nIt was written during the Irish famine of 1848. As I was\\ndriving on tlie country road in my farm wagon, I\\npicked up and took in my wagon a miserable, forlorn\\nlooking young Irishman. And this the tale of distress\\nhe told me. And with my muse put it to verse.\\nA POOR lorn alien in a far distant country,\\nBewails the sad plight of his relatives home\\nHe moans o er the famine and pestilence raging,\\nThe hard bitter causes that forced him to\\nroam,\\nNo more shall gay fancy paint scenes bright and\\ncheering\\nThose gay happy scenes, to life so endearing\\nPale ghastly ghosts and faint famine fearing,\\nChill memory is faded mid scenes so forlorn.\\nNo more shall sleep s pleasing fancy attend\\nthee.\\nThy brothers pale ghosts shall rise from their\\ntombs.\\nThy sisters still living, in life still more dreary\\nAnd their faint suffering offspring have sum-\\nmoned thee home I", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0395.jp2"}, "392": {"fulltext": "138 THE POLE S DREAM.\\nAdieu the fond scenes of life s pleasing fancy,\\nAdieu to the hope that e er can enhance thee.\\nAdieu to affections since death chiiras my Nancy,\\nBut welcome the hour when fate seals my\\ndoom.\\nAnd now he breaks forth in strains sad but\\ncheering,\\nOh why do I wail o er the sorrow tliat s past,\\nThere s a last gleam of hope to the patriot en-\\ndearing,\\nThat oppression and tyranny not always can\\nlast\\nBut through the dark cloud of melancholy gleam-\\ning,\\nA bright star is most brilliantly beaming,\\nTis Erin that long in oppression was teeming,\\nNow happy are her sons, and her sires cease\\nto mourn.\\nTHE POLE S DREAM.\\nI dreamed of my country, I dreamed of her woes,\\nI dreamed she was surrounded ])y numerous foes,\\nI dreamed she was figliting u] )on a l)road plain,\\nAnd I thought her oppressors the battle would\\ngain,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0396.jp2"}, "393": {"fulltext": "THE POLE S DREAM. 139\\nI saw her surrounded on every side,\\nBy foenien triuinj)Iiant wherever they ride,\\nThough hopeless their fighting yet none ot them\\nfled.\\nAnd fast were the numbers increased of the dead.\\nOh my Country, I cried, and raised up my eyes;\\nWhen a cloud on the horizon seemed to arise.\\nIt seemed like a cloud that was rising to warn\\nThe world that there was fast approaching a\\nstorm\\nThough dark was that cloud, 3^et it had a bright\\ntinge,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA dark rolling cloud with a silverv fringe\\nBut soon I perceived as I viewed it again.\\nIt was not in heaven, but it rolled on the plain.\\nThen with joy I beheld they were waving their\\nspears,\\nAnd heaven was filled with their shouts and their\\ncheers\\nBut my countrymen still did not them espy,\\nOr else they were wearied too much to reply\\nTheir foes as regardless of the coming power\\nDid suddenly feel an iron tempest shower;\\nNow as they advance in thick and firm array\\nRussia and Prussia everywhere gave way.\\nThrough Poland s ranks is heard the joyful cry,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0397.jp2"}, "394": {"fulltext": "140 THE HOTTEST SUN.\\nThe battle s gained the Russ they fly they fly\\nThrough the Jong lines the shouts of victory\\nflies,\\nThe joyful sound reverberates from the skies\\nThe wounded and dying have forgot their pain,\\nAnd join the shout Poland shall live again\\nAnd here I wake, the joy too much for me,\\nAnd as I waked I shouted, Victory\\nBE FRUGAL, YE POLES.\\nBe frugal, ye Poles, and waste not your toil\\nWhom Heaven has given an ample store,\\nBut keep it for the foes to spoil\\nThat have oppressed your country sore.\\nTHE HOTTEST SUN.\\nThe hottest sun that ever shone\\nBeneath the torrid s burning zone.\\nCan never warm the human breast,\\nIf not of liberty possessed.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0398.jp2"}, "395": {"fulltext": "THE WARNING, 141\\nWELL TEMPERED STEEL.\\nWell tempered steel, in broadsword shape,\\nOr iron cast in moulds of grape,\\nCan more of freedom s gifts obtain\\nThan all the gold that misers claim.\\nTHE WARNING.\\nAway from the south, away let me flee;\\nThe land of the south is no land for me,\\nThe land where they smile at the cruellest deed.\\nAway from the south, away let me speed\\nThe land where there s slaves, the land of the\\nsun.\\nThe land of oppression I ever will shun.\\nLaugh st thou for joy let oppression beguile,\\nFor Heaven has treasured a tear for each smile\\nA dark stormy cloud has Heaven sent forth,\\nAlready that cloud appears in the north,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA cloud that brings an invincible band,\\nTo rush like a tempest over thy land", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0399.jp2"}, "396": {"fulltext": "142 TO LIBERTY.\\nThen freedom succeeds when t^^rants are gone,\\nThe brightness of liberty o er thee shall dawn\\nThe sunshine of freedom to thee shall be given,\\nThe only true joy that descendeth from heaven.\\nTO LIBERTY.\\nGenius of liberty, awaken their souls\\nLet the giants of freedom rush from their strong-\\nholds\\nYe that would be free, join in the fights,\\nThat tyrants may learn that men know their\\nrights.\\nYe far distant nations, come join in the war\\nAnd Poland will follow if you go before\\nOppressed and trampled her spirit is broke,\\nAnd her neck is borne down with the weight of\\nher yoke.\\nYe nations, pour in your terrible force\\nOf men upon foot and men upon horse\\nIn a cause that is just your banners display.\\nIn the strength of your numbers sweep oppres-\\nsion away\\nYou ll cheer their sunk spirits as you sweep o er\\nthe plain.\\nThen they will join you like soldiers their free^\\n^om to gain.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0400.jp2"}, "397": {"fulltext": "RISE, PATRIOTS, RISE! 143\\nThen Poland once moi-e of her freedom shall\\nboast,\\nAnd oppressors shall either be scattered or lost.\\nWith a palm on his l)r )\\\\v shall the patriot rest,\\nAnd the laurel and myrtle crown liberty s crest;\\nWhen ages shall bless thee for aid thou hast\\ngiven\\nThe joy of your spirits shall brighten all heaven,\\nEISE, PATRIOTS, RISE!\\nRise, patriots, rise in every land\\nAnd patriots lend a helping hand.\\nLet tyrants that s to tyrants true,\\nKnow freemen are united too\\nThe heart s high pulse, the melting tear,\\nWon t check the tyrant s mad career\\nThe only check the wretclies know.\\nIs freemen s truest, deacUiest blow.\\nThough clouds may veil the heavens awhile,\\nForbidding Sol on earth to smile,\\nYet nature, that s forever true,\\nDraws good from good, and evil too.\\nThink not the rains that wash the sand\\nCan drive the fatness from the land\\nBut o er the warfare of the storm.\\nShall rear a goodlier, stouter form,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0401.jp2"}, "398": {"fulltext": "144 RISE, PATRIOTS, RISE!\\nRuin and war awhile may check,\\nBut worth and valor cannot wreck;\\nThe blood that fats a suffering land\\nShall rear again a stronger band\\nThe land that raised a chief so true\\nCan raise a band to follow too.\\nThat band must prove itself as true,\\nAnd know and feel its duty too\\nHeaven string their arm and will prepare\\nTo lay the tN rant s bosom bare\\nThe wnntry storm must pass away\\nBefore the sun can shed a ray.\\nAnother cloud must burst again\\nTo rend the sky and drench the plain\\nThe lightning of that vivid flash\\nShall bury tyrants in its crash.\\nThe shades of mighty heroes slain\\nShall catch the fire and spread its flame\\nThe echo of its thundering roll\\nShall rend the eartl^ from pole to pole\\nVengeance with war shall flood the plain,\\nThe groaning mountains feel the pain.\\nThen tlirough the chasm will pour the sun,\\nAnd all the din of war is done\\nMinerva to their aid shall run.\\nAnd drive the war cloud s rolling dun.\\nPeace like a charm shall glad the plain,\\nAnd Hungary shall be free again.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0402.jp2"}, "399": {"fulltext": "THE SQUALL. 145\\nTO IRISHMEN.\\nYou that have lived in a land that is free,\\nGo help your countr^nnen get liberty\\nThough you should be sacrificed in the strife\\nYoa pay your country what you owe her, your\\nlife.\\nAnd why should you so ignobly crave\\nThat loan that your country so generously gave?\\nArise in your strength, let cowards see.\\nThough they may live slaves, that you will be free.\\nTHE SQUALL.\\nThe lowering clouds in dark ning tempest spreads,\\nAnd threatens vengeance on our guilty heads\\nTlie lowly herds the awful storm foresee.\\nAnd from its wrath by instinct wisely flee.\\nTis man alone, conceited, bravely wise.\\nHe breasts the storm or when too late he flies;\\nOn a frail plank to threat ning fate how blind,\\nTo meet the storm, and leave the shore behind\\nLight souls compelled by ruling destiny\\nFor one that would, its vengeance cannot flee,\\nlO", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0403.jp2"}, "400": {"fulltext": "146 THE SQUALL.\\nThe storm-tried sailors shrink not at her fears,\\nNor yield to beauty (loveliest in her tears).\\nIn vain she weeps, in vain expresses her fear,\\nThe women cheered her, and the sailors jeer\\nThe wind deceives them with a favoring gale.\\nThey cast their lines, and spread forth every sail\\nWhen all adverse, with one tremendous burst,\\nO erwhelmed by waves, and all their joy reversed,\\nSo charged with wrath the maddened tempest\\nflies\\nVeiled in deep blackness, swallowed up their cries,\\nWhile mortals frightened, shrinking from the\\nsight.\\nThe winds rush by in frantic mad delight.\\nWhen all is calm, the sighing zephyrs lave\\nBut find no relic o er the weeping wave,\\nKoU on ye waves, ye are guiltless of a crime\\nRoll while ye may, ere swallowed up by time,\\nTo-day are spent and all their labor vain,\\nTill the loud cannon summon d them again\\nThey all obey and funeral honors paid\\nAll but the body of the lovely maid\\nPerhaps like him, who more than mortals blessed.\\nMounted the wind and left his friend a vest,\\nShe mounts the storm and triumphs in the blow\\nAnd casts her mantle on the waves below.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0404.jp2"}, "401": {"fulltext": "ALAS! FOR POOR POLAND. 147\\nALAS! FOR POOR POLAND!\\nAlas for poor Poland, thy woes are unnumbered,\\nScattered from Columbia to Siberia s shore\\nOh ne er were such woes on a nation encum-\\nbered\\nSuch oppression and tyranny ne er heard of be-\\nfore.\\nGenius of Liberty, where art thou keeping,\\nHast thou been slumbering on Columbia shore\\nArouse from thy nest, and no more be thou sleep-\\ning,\\nBut fly unto the land where oppression is sore.\\nArise, thou proud champion, mount on th}^ pin-\\nions,\\nRise, and fly to the land of the brave and the\\nfew\\nThe land oppressed by mercenary millions\\nHaste, and give that support to the patriot due\\nYe Poles that are scattered in far distant nations.\\nBy cruel oppression from your homes have been\\ncast,\\nAt the first alarm, rush to your country s salvation,\\nThough sore be your battles, you shall conquer\\nat last.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0405.jp2"}, "402": {"fulltext": "148 ALAS! FOR POOR POLAND.\\nYe liberators bow long will ye dormant lay,\\nAnd let tbe oppressors bold tbeir unrigbteous\\nsway?\\nHow long sball Europe s free-born sons in Asia\\ntoil,\\nAnd Afric s sons be bound upon Columbia s\\nsoil?\\nRise in your strength, your mighty influence\\nuse,\\nAnd let no more the tyrant brute, the man\\nabuse\\nProclaim that all are free and draw the northern\\nsword,\\nAnd aloud to Heaven declare for freedom s\\nlord.\\nAnd fast as the glad tidings spread from sea to\\nsea.\\nTheir chains they ll cast away, and every man\\nbe free.\\nAnd you, ignoble slaves, are much to blame,\\nToo willingly you wear 3 our master s chain\\nToo willingly obey your master s word,\\nAnd leave neglected mighty freedom s sword!\\nThe noble eagle will not live a slave\\nFor next to freedom, he does hold the grave\\nTis better far to live a moment free,\\nThan an eternal life of slavery.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0406.jp2"}, "403": {"fulltext": "WITH A SICK FRIEND. 149\\nYou that are slaves for length of years,\\nDo you not long to see them pass\\nThen you that are forever bound,\\nDo you not know death is the last\\nWllITTEK WHILST SITTING UP WITH A\\nSICK FRIEND. (JOHN JONES.)\\nBehold ho\\\\v slow life s current ebbs away,\\nAnd lingering still cleaves to its gathered clay.\\nStretched on his bed, a living form of death.\\nFeebly he groans, and sudden draws his breath,\\nAnd many times his watchers hear with pain,\\nMurmuring talk from a delirious brain.\\nEager they listen, with the hope to gain\\nThe subject that does most torment his brain\\nSometimes at toil his laboring mind will stray\\nAnd full as often says. Away away\\nSo faint he is they think his sun just set,\\nBut still he lives, and still he feebler gets,\\nAnd yet he lives and yet gainst death can toil.\\nSo faint a light requires but little oil\\nBut, alas such life as now he lives\\nNo comfort to himself nor others gives,\\nWhen he shall yield beneath the conqueror s\\npower.\\nHis friends will hail the time a welcome hour.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0407.jp2"}, "404": {"fulltext": "150 THE DEATH OF GEN. W. B. BARRISOm\\nAnd is the sufferer dead He is gone.\\nFew are the relatives he has left to mourn\\nHe long had borne gainst pains and keenest\\nsmart,\\nAt length the victor pierced a vital part.\\nMuch had he borne ere he resigned to death,\\nThen like a hero yielded up his breath.\\nShort and bitter was that life\\nSince heaven had called away iiis wife;\\nBut unto thee she has been kind\\nAnd has not left thee long behind,\\nThe soul has sought its better part.\\nFor realms of love it did depart\\nThose peaceful realms where it shall reign\\nFree from every earthly pain.\\nON THE DEATH OF GEN. W. 11. HARRI-\\nSON, 1841.\\nCoxuMBiA weep, for from thee 1k\\\\s been torn,\\nThe noblest gem that did thy l^row adorn!\\nYe sons of freedom weep, thy wound is sore.\\nFor thy loved Magistrate is now no more,\\nThe noble chief whom virtue did inspire\\nWith all the merit of his honest sire.\\nThe statesman who in our first council shone,\\nThe noble father of a noble son.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0408.jp2"}, "405": {"fulltext": "SITTING UP WITH A DEAD FRIEND. 151\\nGreat is our loss, is the whole nation s cry,\\nWe mourn a loss we never can supply,\\nlie every labor shared, and danirer faced\\nLike Alexander o er Gedrosia s waste:\\nHis labor is o er, he has met his doom,\\nFor he is gathered to his father s tomb.\\nOhio shall mourn for her hero so brave,\\nAnd the buckeye shall blossom o er Harrison s\\ngrave.\\nWRITTEN WHILST SITTING UP WITH A\\nDEAD FRIEND.\\nTo man alone the faith is given\\nThat teaches him that friends shall meet in\\nheaven\\nOn us alone the fancy crowds.\\nTo meet departed friends beyond the clouds\\nAnd this alone our spirit cheers,\\nOur friends once more in brighter life appears\\nA truth which fancy can t despise.\\nThat we shall meet again bevond the skies\\nTo seek that truth alone twas given\\nThat it might teach us we were born for heaven.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0409.jp2"}, "406": {"fulltext": "152 TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES ADAMS.\\nDID EYEE LOFTY THOUGHT ARISE.\\nDid ever lofty thought arise\\nIn any breast beneath the skies\\nBut some there were that woukl despise.\\nTO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES ADAMS.\\nMy gentle cousin, thou art early gone,\\nThy days were numbered ere mine had begun.\\nOh had thou been to transmigration free.\\nAnd that thy change had been from thee to me,\\nThen of noblest spirit I d been possessed.\\nBold, generous, free, with ever}^ virtue blest\\nOr had to thee a different fate been given\\nMore time on earth had left enough for heaven\\nThen had thy wit and virtue given to birth\\nFull many an act that now lies hid from earth.\\nThou mightst have reached that pinnacle of fame\\nAVhere worth and virtue hold eternal reign;\\nBut why this theme tis weak impiety\\nFate s course is free, and dark is eternity.\\nWe must submit though hard it seems to brook,\\nTime proves the justice of the Almighty yoke.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0410.jp2"}, "407": {"fulltext": "TO THE MEMORY OF HENRY EIRKE WHITE. 153\\nDANIEL PELTON, BOEN JANT. 17, 1818.\\nHad January never been,\\nI bad escaped my toil and trouble\\nFor first it came to give me birth,\\nAnd since to make my sorrow double.\\nTO THE MEMOEY OF HENRY KIRKE\\nWHITE.\\nAt earl} dawn a rosebud blew.\\nIts fragrance filled the air around\\nAn envious insect on it flew,\\nIt drooped and fell upon the ground.\\nThough lost to life it grew to fame,\\nIts branches filled the space around\\nThe sighing winds that through it came,\\nBore on their wings a mournful sound.\\nHis spirit will forever live,\\nThough his body must decay\\nThat naught but pain for life can give,\\nTis but a cumbrous load of clay.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0411.jp2"}, "408": {"fulltext": "154 ON THE DEATH OF GEN. NABCISO LOPEZ.\\nHENEY KIKKE WHITE.\\nKiRKE White, thou brilliant star upon the bleed-\\ning cross\\nThy works were just enough to make us feel thy\\nloss\\nThy ceaseless toil for fame to dire disease gave\\nsway,\\nAnd nursed the canker-worm that gnawed life s\\nstrings away.\\nON THE DEATH OF GEN. NARCTSO LOPEZ,\\n1851, THE PATRIOT OF CUBA.\\nAnd is the cry that valor s fled,\\nThat the last spark of freedom s dead.\\nThat blood rusts where the helmet shone,\\nAnd the last blast of fame has blown.\\nThink not because Lopez is low,\\nAnd Chitendon has felt the blow\\nThe eagle screaming o er their gore.\\nShall myriads call to free the shore,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0412.jp2"}, "409": {"fulltext": "THE SQUALL. 155\\nColumbia s dear devoted band,\\nPatriots of the heart and hand,\\nIron-armed, and bosoms true,\\nFreedom lives for such as you.\\nTHE POOR BARD.\\nSometimes a farmer, and sometimes a cobbler,\\nSometimes a poet, and sometimes a hobbler,\\nI go hobbling, and singing, ploughing and sow-\\ninc\\nAnd can t raise enough to eat while I m mowing.\\nTHE SQUALL.\\nThe morn was clear, the sun arose,\\nAnd onward in his glory shone,\\nAnd kindly in his genial rays,\\nAs ever sun before was known.\\nBut dark ning clouds in gathered might,\\nNor distant peals were heard to warn\\nThey came and burst in wild delight,\\nAnd left us o er the wreck to mourn.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0413.jp2"}, "410": {"fulltext": "156 ABD-UL-AZIZ, THE GOVERyOR.\\nOy THE DEATH OF JOHN SHAUGHXESSY.\\nP\u00c2\u00abx R, foxv John is dead and irone.\\nAnd be his journey sweet and long\\nFor short his life, and rough the road,\\nAnd down he fell beneath the load.\\nABD-rL-AZIZ. THE GOVEEXOR OR :NnS-\\nRULER UF BOSNIA AND HERZEGO-\\nVINA FROM 1^61 TO 1S76.\\nIVho opened the reins in his arms with scisson and bled\\nhimself to death.\\nMiGRTT Moslem, as thou dieth,\\nAll thy glory fades away\\nThough in the mausoleum thou lieth,\\nAnd what I a scissors did thee slay.\\nA coward hand, and woman s weapon,\\nBrought thee to a death of shame\\nThe harem rugs, and couch you lounged on,\\nHas clouded all vour earlv fame.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0414.jp2"}, "411": {"fulltext": "GARIBALDI. lo\\nKot thus on Gilboa died the mighty,\\nWhen bv foeraen hardly pressed\\nThe trusty sword, that failed in battle,\\nEntered deep his manly breast.\\nJune 6th. 1876.\\nGAPtlBALDI.\\nBEATEJ aribaldi I bravest of the brave,\\nHeaven strung thy arm thy bleeding land to\\nsave;\\nI often thought their spirits were but one,\\nThe Wallace, Tell, and God-like Washington.\\nAnd still the spirit comes on earth again,\\nAnd still the same assumes a magic name.\\nThe magic charm infused in every breast.\\nThe freeman rallies tyrants know no rest\\nFrom hill to hill you hear the generous cry,\\nAnd grateful pseans ring along the sky.\\nTo arms I To arms I brave Italy to arms.\\nAnd heavens re-echo with the loud alarms.\\nShall Latin prowess still forever lie,\\nAnd Rome s proud sons be recreant to the cry\\nShall Tuscan glory calmly fade away.\\nOr Venice, cringing, shun the glorious day\\nIs there a spot that will not raise the cry,\\nLong live the chief and longer, Italy", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0415.jp2"}, "412": {"fulltext": "158 WELCOME, KOSSl TH.\\nSo the chief of Magyars has come to the \\\\\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^.\\\\u\\\\\\nOf tlie brave ami the free an invincible band\\nAll hail to the chief, ye sons of the brave\\nAnd the laurel shall flourish o er each patriot s\\ngrave.\\nThe tyrants of Europe, witli their blood bannei s\\nstreaming.\\nWould crush the last spark of liberty beaming\\nThev would tread to the dust the proud image of\\nGod,\\nWith the blood that would free them, they would\\nfatten the sod.\\nBut the Goddess of freedom has heard her sons\\ncrying.\\nAnd spread her broad shield where her brave son\\nwas flying;\\nAnd beai-s him away through weeping and sigh-\\ning,\\nTo arm him with vengeance for the dead and the\\ndving.\\nWith the halo of truth, and the bright star of\\nfreedom.\\nThe tyrants shall tremble when again he shall\\ncome", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0416.jp2"}, "413": {"fulltext": "TO liOIiERT B. MiyrUIiN. 159\\nAnd tbe steel of his good sword sliall flash in\\ntheir eyes,\\nWith a stroke more terrific it s the flash of the\\nskies.\\nThe dark cloud of tyranny is beginning to wane,\\nAnd the bright star of freedom shall gladden the\\nplain.\\nThe mist of oppression is passing away\\nWhile freedom with sunshine is spreading her\\nday.\\nTO PwOBERT B. MINTURN.\\nWhen some dear one the thoughts has long\\nconfined,\\nThe ])en alone can ease the aching mind.\\nThus let me strive my passions to allay,\\nAnd in fond raptures pour my soul away\\nBy easy march thou didst invade my breast,\\nAnd near my heart thou hast a throne possessed;\\nThe thought of thee I cherish with delight,\\nFor oft my mind does bring: thee to its siirht.\\nNear we abide, yet seldom do we meet,\\nBut the rare visit meets a hearty greet\\nSatiate friendship too familiar grown,\\nLoses the luster that at first was siiown", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0417.jp2"}, "414": {"fulltext": "160 TO ROBERT B. MINTURN.\\nThus the fired pile that sheds too bright a blaze,\\nThe flame must weaken as the wood decays.\\nThese are objections that occur to me,\\nNor these alone are keeping me from thee,\\nThe press of business and the love of home,\\nEven friends themselves can seldom tempt to\\nroam\\nWhere er I go, or where er the mind can flee,\\nMisery stares, the heir of villainy\\nFirst pity melts, then various passions turns.\\nAnd rage like fire my tortured bosom burns.\\nWhen sickened at the thought of treachery,\\nMy soul in fondness gladly turns to thee\\nIf all this world were generous like thee\\nThe just Creator would more bounteous be.\\nBut if my friend, tliou deem this flattery given,\\nAccuse the muses and the powers of heaven.\\nI only write what freely comes to me\\nAnd what in justice does belong to thee.\\nNatural friendship in nature s verse receive,\\nNor waste a thought o er untaught rhyme to\\ngrieve\\nBold truth when spoke the conscience puts at\\nease\\nBut secret treachery grows by slow degrees\\nIn my first ranks a phice I have fixed for thee.\\nAnd oh my friend, by this remember me.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0418.jp2"}, "415": {"fulltext": "WADNA LEAVE MY BONNIE UAME. IGl\\nAN ODE\u00e2\u0080\u0094 IMITATION OF ANACREOK\\nFill the goblet, fill it higher,\\nLet rosy wine to love inspire,\\nFor who can then their rage control\\nAgainst the god that s in the bowl.\\nWith rosy cheeks and dewy eyes\\nAVe ll praise the god as round it flies.\\nLet Bacchus gifts inspire the soul,\\nAnd Orpheus lute the verse control,\\nLet Anacreon form the sacred three,\\nThen who could from the triad flee.\\nPass the joyous bowl around,\\nStill with love and music crowned,\\nTo quench our thirst, a vain desire.\\nAnd in the fruitless strife expire.\\nI WADNA LEAYE MY BONNIE IIAME.\\nJuly 7th, 1895.\\nI WADNA leave my bonnie hame.\\nFor a the warld could give\\nThe hame I toiled for sin I came\\nIn this cauld warld to live.\\nII", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0419.jp2"}, "416": {"fulltext": "162 TO MATILDA.\\nMy cannie wifie will gang a where,\\nAnd winna stay at bame\\nShe wants to hear the braid sea rair,\\nAnd court the lightning s flame.\\nShe wants the center still to be\\nOf an admiring thrang\\nThe farther sen mair sonsie she,\\nAnd sweeter swalls the sang.\\nGie me my hame-, my quiet hame,\\nWith comforts hame can gie\\nAnd I ll forego the gaudy show\\nOf luxury s turbid sea.\\nSooner than gang the warld around.\\nAnd leave my tutelar god\\nI d in the quiet graveyard lie,\\nBeueath my aiu green sod.\\nTO MATILDA.\\nWhen quiet in thy peaceful home,\\nNor joys, nor smiles, shall tempt to roam\\nWhen worUlly cares have left thee free,\\nKemember then, remember me.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0420.jp2"}, "417": {"fulltext": "NEW YEAR S DAY. 163\\nWhen tempted forth by nature s smiles,\\nTo sylvan walks, or pathless wilds,\\nWhen hope runs high and all seems glee\\nThink then, Matilda, think of me.\\nBut when to peace, or joy inclined,\\nOr sacred page or verse sublime\\nOh then oblivion cloud my verse\\nForget me then, my Valentine.\\nHOW CAN I BEAR THIS SMOULDERING\\nFIRE\\nHow can I bear this smouldering fire,\\nOr bid its flame her bosom move\\nHow can I check this strong desire,\\nOr tell my Mary that I love\\nI ll call to aid the tuneful choir,\\nAnd strive with song her heart to gain\\nI ll trust the Goddess of the lyre,\\nWho needs not send a dart in vain.\\nNEW YEAR S DAY.\\nWell, its past and passed well,\\nBut ere it comes again\\nHow much joy shall madden into pain\\nHow many shall not live to tell", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0421.jp2"}, "418": {"fulltext": "lt)4 TO A BLIND GIRL.,\\nAN ACROSTIC.\\nMay does gaudy fruit trees plume,\\nAnd June can force the roses bloom\\nRich they blossom for a day.\\nYou may long such blooms display.\\nHeaven s best blessings ever on thee tend,\\nAnd earthly charms with heavenly blessing s\\nblend.\\nGoddess of love, celestial are thy charms\\nEquipped secure in coy Diana s arms\\nReceive thou this from him thy beauty charms.\\nTake this a pledge that I am truly thine.\\nYou reign ray queen, my lovely valentine.\\nTO A BLIND GIRL, WHO WAS VERY\\nHANDSOME.\\nThy rolling orbs, deprived of sight.\\nHave not bereaved thy mind of light\\nThe beauty that thy friends may see.\\nMay shine on them but not on thee\\nSuch the decree of early date,\\nTo save thee from Narcissus fate.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0422.jp2"}, "419": {"fulltext": "TO MISS ANNA H. 165\\nI HAVE LOYED A THOUSAND DOVES.\\nI HAVE loved a thousand doves\\nHeavenly nymph s and queens of love\\nN or each have had a separate part,\\nBut all at once possessed my heart.\\nN or breaks m^^ heart, nor is it sore,\\nFor I could love a thousand more;\\n!N or least amono- the nymphs divine,\\nIs my lovely Valentine.\\nTO MISS ANKA H.\\nLong beguiled by fancy s wiles\\nIn airy dreams did scan her,\\nBut far before those ideal forms\\nHave I beheld my Anna.\\nI sought our fairy island bounds.\\nThe south, the west, tlie manor,\\nNor thought so near she would appear,\\nMy lovely, blooming Anna.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0423.jp2"}, "420": {"fulltext": "166 TO MISS ANNA H.\\nLet bloody warriors love their fame\\nAnd bleed about their banner,\\nBut for be fame that scourge of earth\\nMy love shall be my Anna.\\nIf not my love, then be my muse.\\nThy love inspiring, then.\\nWith bolder hand; I ll tune the lyre\\nTo the more sacred ten.\\nBut should my love be crowned with joy,\\nThen this shall be my song,\\nWhilst Anna s hand shall tune the lyre\\nAnd urge the verse along.\\nDelighted I ll be\\nNor e er will be dull,\\nWhile I am believing\\nThe smiles I m receiving\\nOf the maid of Yon Kull.\\nDelighted I ll cull\\nThe Gardens of Gull,\\nAnd cast at thy shrine,\\nAn offering divine,\\nA rose of Yon Kull.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0424.jp2"}, "421": {"fulltext": "I DUEAMED I HAD A DREAM. 167\\nTO CATHERmE.\\nCaty, for thee I touch the lyre,\\nThy muses do my verse inspire,\\nBut why should I my passions tell\\nMournfully as Philomel.\\nMusic should raise the soul on high,\\nAnd bid our melancholy fly.\\nThine has the power of Orplieus lute\\nThat held its sway o er man and brute,\\nAnd sweet thy siren songs we hear,\\nAs e er fell on Ul3^sses ear.\\nSing on, sweet girl, inspire my verse to tell\\nTo future times the music of the belle.\\nI DREAMED I HAD A DREAM.\\nLast night I dreamed I had a dream.\\nAnd thought through silent sleep did teem;\\nI dreamed I saw a maiden bright,\\nHer manners free, her air was light.\\nAnd she possessed a heavenly face\\nAnd form, that might an angel grace", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0425.jp2"}, "422": {"fulltext": "168 TO MISS A.\\nHer temper and her grace the same,\\nSuperior in mind and frame.\\nI gazed on her with such delight\\nIt filled my soul with rapture bright\\nI thought, who could this maid behold\\nAnd not to her his thoughts unfold\\nI dreamed I wished my dream was true,\\nAnd that this maid I really knew.\\nSo much had it my mind harassed,\\nA thousand pangs came o er my breast.\\nThe agitation of my mind\\nCould not be long to sleep confined\\nI waked and found my dream was true,\\nAnd thoughts of night to day had flew,\\nAnd she that goddess of nu dream\\nA maiden was my eyes had seen.\\nTO MISS A.\\nMy dearest friend, let me thy pity move,\\nWliilst I relate to thee the power of love\\nThe lovely maid which thou didst bring to me,\\nHas bound my heart, that never can be free\\nHer beauteous and heavenly form designed\\nTo make a deep impression on the mind.\\nAround her Georgian head the ringlets glow\\nAnd o er her breast in soft profusion flow.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0426.jp2"}, "423": {"fulltext": "LOVE. 169\\nThat ample breast is roving Cupid s home,\\nAnd from that breast he has no need to roam\\nFrom azure eyes he throws his darts around,\\nAnd I, alas received a fatal wound.\\nFull in my breast its way a weapon found,\\nTransfixed my heart and left its mortal wound.\\nMy bleeding heart with agitation glows\\nWhilst the deep wound my throbbing bosom\\nshows.\\nOh that mine eyes but once had seen the light,\\nAnd in that light had been this maiden bright,\\nThen from that theme my verse had never roved,\\nRivalled by none, but Anacreon loved.\\nLOYE.\\nThey say that love is from the sky,\\nThat love with mortals cannot die\\nIf earth s frail love e er reached the sky.\\nThe heavens with love took many a lie.\\nLove is but an earth-born flame.\\nLow of birth, but high in fame\\nIts meteor-lights are fair to see.\\nAnd, like meteors, flash and flee.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0427.jp2"}, "424": {"fulltext": "170 ON PRESENTING A LADY.\\nThey paint love bright as the rainbow,\\nBut, like it, tis an empty show\\nThey tell us gentle love will rove,\\nBut who can catch a roving clove\\nLet friendship be our only guide.\\nSwift glides the bark before the tide.\\nThe willing hehnsman and the wind\\nFast leave the sinking shores behind.\\nWhen folly bids us court the adverse wind,\\nOur useless sails but drive our bark behind\\nWhen wrecked at length upon a leeward shore\\nThe mocking sighs contemptuous o er us roar.\\nON PRESENTING A LADY WITH A\\nJEWELED HEART.\\nDon t mistake this for a heart,\\nThis k a thing that can be bought\\nNever with life it had a part.\\nBy handy workman it was wrought.\\nNot so the heart that warms ray breast,\\nAnd burns with fear, that hope is vain,\\nWearied still, deprived of rest,\\nFor you alone can ease my pain.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0428.jp2"}, "425": {"fulltext": "TO SPUING. 171\\nTO SPRING.\\nThou blooming season of my early choice,\\nNature rejoices with instinctive voice\\nThe blossoming fruit-trees and the budding vine\\nAdd their glory to thy power divine.\\nThe skies rejoice, the sporting clouds do play.\\nAnd, weeping, shed their tears of joy away\\nThe sod-bound earth has changed the gloomy\\nscene\\nOf snow-Avhite garment for the verdant green\\nThe wild bird s song with music fills the plain,\\nIn higher notes carol a loftier strain\\nAll that has life thy beauties doth admire.\\nAnd I the feeblest join into the choir\\nYet I will praise for how can I refrain.\\nThough all my song cannot increase thy fame\\nThy milder sun, thy pleasing garment green,\\nIs ever welcome from the wintry scene.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0429.jp2"}, "426": {"fulltext": "172 THE FLORA.\\nI D TAKE YE FROM THAT CLAY-COLD\\nPLACE.\\nSweet flower I d shed a tear for thee,\\nA tear for thy captivity\\nThough thou art gently placed beside\\nOne that well might be a bride.\\nThough both may boast unrivaled grace,\\nI d take ye from that clay-cold place\\nI d place thee in some flowery plain,\\nOr streamlet side, to bloom again.\\nTHE FLORA.\\nOur small steamboat that ran against George Law.\\nBut still the Flora breasts the waves,\\nThough threatening ice invades the bay\\nIn vain the threatening tempest raves,\\nThe Flora still pursues her way.\\nWith iron gauntlets roughly shod.\\nTheir last dread champion takes the ring;\\nThe people still they are not trod,\\nBut for the Flora proudly sing.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0430.jp2"}, "427": {"fulltext": "COLLINS GRAVES RIDE. 173\\nTo freeman s toil when heaven s awake,\\nNo demon threat can keep in awe,\\nThe tempests are not for the sake,\\nOf humbling man to tyrant Law.\\nCOLLINS GKAYES EIDE.\\nMay 18th, 1874,\\nSwift rushed a horse adown the dale,\\nNow beneath the rider reeling\\nWho ll spread the news along the vale\\nThe gallant rider is pealing.\\nJust strength enough that steed possess d\\nTo reach one threatened village.\\nTo warn the people to escape.\\nBefore the water pillaged.\\nFor high upon that mountain stream\\nThe angry waters, lashing,\\nHad burst their bounds, a frightful scene.\\nAnd down the vale was dashing.\\nWho ll spread the news, the valley save\\nFrom scenes of human slaughter\\nI ll spread the news, cried Collins Graves,\\nI ll head the ruthless water.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0431.jp2"}, "428": {"fulltext": "174 COLLINS GRAVES RIDE.\\nSwift is that steed, and true that boy\\nShouts, shouts like a hero brave\\nKun Eun the reservoir s right here,\\nLife Life is all that you can save.\\nFive minutes he to Skinnerville\\nThe dreadful torrent led\\nAnd still, as phiiiging- down the hill,\\nThe frightful tidings spread.\\nThe distance down to ILiydensville,\\nBy scarce two minutes saves\\nThat precious time saves precious lives,\\nO Glorious Collins Graves.\\nAnother hero caught the sound,\\nFor still liis echo saves\\nThough scarcely can he save himself,\\nThe gallant Collins Graves.\\nThe rider now must change his course;\\nThough press d hard by the waves,\\nHe sav d that noble, faithful horse.\\nOur noble Collins Graves.\\nThe rushing waters pass d along.\\nDestroying in their course\\nBut may immortal be in song.\\nThe rider, and the horse 1", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0432.jp2"}, "429": {"fulltext": "NATURE ASLEEP. 175\\nNATURE ASLEEP.\\nMay Uth, 1843.\\nHow still the night All nature seems at rest,\\nAs if of life she d lately been bereft\\nHer works alike appear to cease their plan,\\nAnd nature seems to sleep along with man\\nAs though she had lived and had her fury spent,\\nAnd seemed transformed into her monument.\\nThe steady moon through slumbering clouds\\narise,\\nAnd slowly bends her course along the skies.\\nThe distant brook a murmuring sound does pour,\\nThe sound seems only sleeping nature s snore.\\nThe lizard taught into this solemn school\\nIs scarcely heard to murmur from his pool.\\nThe humming Ma3^-bug now the air has left,\\nInto the ground he has retired to rest.\\nThe truant watch-dog now has ceased his bay,\\nAnd with his comrades seeks no more his prey.\\nSweet is the scene where mild the waters flow\\nAnd seems a shade above a world below;\\nHere on thy bank in contemplation s glow\\nLet me behold thy peaceful waters flow\\nIn meditation gazing on the deep,\\nThe mind awake and nature s part asleep.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0433.jp2"}, "430": {"fulltext": "176 TEE CLOVE NEAR SILVER LAKE.\\nTHE CLOYE NEAE SILVER LAKE.\\nTis nature s realm, a lovely spot is this,\\nAh, restless man, what beauties do you miss!\\nTlie Avandering spirit, ever bent on moil.\\nNor seek for ease the just reward of toil\\nAh, hadst thou here but a lone hour to stay,\\nTwould ease thy toil, and bear much pain away.\\nNor discontent should tempt thy feet to rove,\\nBut every spot in this enchanting grove\\nPresents some scene that nature s child can please.\\nAnd every turf invites to take your ease\\nThrough the tall boughs the scattering rays are\\nseen,\\nAnd sighing zephyrs sport amid the green,\\nAnd gentle brooks in pleasing murmurs flow.\\nAnd loving songsters swell the enchanting show.\\nThe finny tribe above the water seems.\\nAs their bright scales reflect the golden beams.\\nThe ruffled lake presents a double show.\\nOf nature dancing in the realms below.\\nAh, restless man, unblessed that ne er to know,\\nAs nature lives thus gently life might flow.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0434.jp2"}, "431": {"fulltext": "TO A BLIND YOUNG LADY. 177\\nTO A BLIND YOUNG LADY.\\nFavoring Muse, assist me while 1 write\\nTo a maid whom Heaven deprived of sight\\nTo her orbs, to night He has given sway.\\nBut in her mind He pours eternal day.\\nDeprived of vulgar sight, mourn not thy fate.\\nBut envy blindness of an early date\\nHomer and Milton, both deprived of sight,\\nDid both of them receive celestial light\\nThough sealed their eyes, yet from their minds\\nthere run\\nA light that shed o er earth a second sun.\\nHow many eyes are open to the light.\\nAnd yet their doom is to grope through the\\nnight\\nFrom lofty mount where tedious prospects lies,\\nIn cleft of rock some stinted shrubs arise,\\nNought from its height a benefit receives.\\nInhales no sweetness from the heavenly breeze.\\nBetween two lofty hills in a rich vale,\\nA fertile spot where never reached the gale,\\nThere in that dark secluded spot is found,\\nA fruitful plant that sheds its sweets around.\\n12", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0435.jp2"}, "432": {"fulltext": "ITS GETTING OUT OF A CARRIAGE.\\nON A LADY TEAKIXG HEK DEKSS\\nAYIIILST GETTING OUT OF A CAK-\\nKIAGE.\\nOnce more, my Muse, but with a gentler tread,\\nLast time thou came thou ahiiost broke m v head\\nMy gentle Muse, be careful in thy mirth.\\nThou do not strike a head that s big with birth.\\nCome with a tarilier pace, or tarry.\\nBetter unborn than lost through a miscarry\\nCome when thou findest me in merry glee,\\nr ut if thou won t I ll ask no odils of thee,\\nFor sure I write with half my wits, about\\nA lady from my carriage tumbling out\\nSo long she took to dress {vain woman s sign),\\nTo reach the boat she scarcely left us time.\\nAVith thoujrhtless hurrv she dismounts the car,\\nNor aught she deemed would there her garments\\nmar\\nWhen, lo I her garment skirts caught in a hook.\\nHeadlong she fell, thrown by the unfriendly\\ncrook\\nInstantly I raised her up with pious care,\\nNor of the mischief scarcely was aware\\nFor in her dress was made an awful rent,\\nFrom heel to waist was the torn garment rent", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0436.jp2"}, "433": {"fulltext": "PRIDE. 179\\nWhen sliamo and rao-o in niingled passions rise,\\njSow tlusliotl lier cheeks, now Ihuning from her\\neyes\\nNow would she speak, and now a tear would start,\\nAVhen the boat s bell did bid her to depart,\\nQuick in her hand she gathered the torn frock,\\nForgets adieu, and hurries from the dock.\\nThough I felt part the keenness of her pain,\\nSince I lost nought, I m sure Til not complain.\\nSuch accidents as this we all must brook,\\nFor they will hap sometimes, by hook or crook.\\nPRIDE.\\nA KINGBIRD, flying through the sky,\\nChanced to espy a butterfly,\\nAnd, lowering from his gidtly height.\\nOn helpless beauty thought to light\\nHis first attempt it proved in vain,\\nAgain he strove, and missed again\\nTo try again a risk must run,\\nThat coward tyrants ever shun\\nThey trembling shun the chastening hand\\nWhere worth and valor loves to stand,\\nThus beauty often baffles pride\\nWhen he would place him side by side,\\nAnd kings that value high their throne,\\nOft more in name than deeds have shone.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0437.jp2"}, "434": {"fulltext": "180 THE OLD MAID S CONQUESTS.\\nSONG.\\nTHE OLD MAID S CONQUESTS.\\nI SUPPOSE you think I m an old maid,\\nBut tis not as it appears\\nFor I have been a young maid,\\nFor more than twenty years.\\nAnd oft I ve had a bleeding heart,\\nFor I ve had many a beau\\nBut the number I don t remember now,\\nIt was so long ago.\\nThe first an elderly gentleman,\\nAVhose tortured bosom wrung,\\nTill he was in the churchyard laid.\\nThe willow-trees among.\\nThe next along a young man came,\\nBut he was rilther slack\\nI hated to see his foolish face\\nOr hear his simple clack.\\nAnd I have had them, many more.\\nOr kind o sorter had\\nBut some I didn t please their mama,\\nAnd some disliked my dad.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0438.jp2"}, "435": {"fulltext": "WHO WOULD NOT BE A ROSE-BUG 181\\nThe last I had was very young,\\nBut he was tall, you know\\nHis mother locked her infant up,\\nAnd so 1 lost my beau.\\nIf you think me particular,\\nAnd love to gad about,\\nJust come and offer me a chance.\\nAnd I will clear your doubt.\\nIf you think me particular,\\nJust brino: vour man alonp;\\nI d scarcely stop to thank you, sir,\\nI d court the chap so strong.\\nWHO WOULD NOT BE A KOSE-BUG\\nWho would not be a rose-bug.\\nAnd live all day on roses\\nAnd enjoy such other pleasures.\\nAs none but Cupid knows of\\nHow they must pity mortals,\\nWith their tedious lengthened span\\nThey would not live a moment.\\nIf they had to live like man.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0439.jp2"}, "436": {"fulltext": "182 HOW BE GOT A SEAT\u00e2\u0080\u0094 AN OLD STORY.\\nOb, could their time be lengthened,\\nx\\\\nd eternity be given,\\nFree from all pain be strengthened.\\nTheir life would seem worth living.\\nHOW HE GOT A SEAT\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ATT OLD STORY.\\nIt was on a cold and blustering night.\\nAbout ne \\\\v -years time, if memory serves me\\nright,\\nA traveler into a tavern came,\\nIJis frozen limbs were aching with the pain.\\nHis longing eyes showed plainly his desire\\nTo rest his weary limbs before the fire,\\nWhere was seated many a rustic clown,\\nAnd the half polished of the country town.\\nBut -neither the pale nor tlie brandy face\\nOffered to give tlie stranger place\\nThen he says to the landlord, Tell me can I,\\nA lot of oysters for my pony buy\\nThe landlord answered, 1 do oysters sell.\\nThen give you my nag a peck in the shell.\\nThe idea of oysters for his horse s feed\\nDid make the tavern loungers stare indeed.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0440.jp2"}, "437": {"fulltext": "PRIDE, WITII A MORAL. 183\\nWhen they were taken for the horse to eat,\\nThey followed after and forgot their seat\\nWhen they the 03 sters to the horse did show,\\nHe curled his nose and gave a snort or two.\\nThen back they went and said Sir, your horse\\nwon t eat.\\nIt matters not so long as I have a seat.\\nBring them to me, and put my horse away,\\nMake him a bed and give him oats and hay\\nRemember this whilst I the oysters eat,\\nThat the next weary traveler wants a seat.\\nPRIDE, WITH A MORAL.\\nA cobbler s daughter married an undertaker,\\nAnd swore by his good trade he ne er would for-\\nsake her.\\nBut at length growing rich his trade did despise.\\nAnd gave up his business as his wife did advise;\\nNow a bird was their pet, and so fondly they\\nloved him.\\nThat they nursed every fancy and flattered each\\nwhim.\\nThough like his master and mistress not much was\\nhis name.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0441.jp2"}, "438": {"fulltext": "184 PRIDE, WITH A MORAL.\\nAnd with his own wind must trump his own\\nfame.\\nBy instinct or sympathy (for birds have no rea-\\nson)\\nGainst the means of their wealth he joined in the\\ntreason,\\nAnd at sight of umbrella or leather Oh strange\\nto relate,\\nHe never stopped fluttering till they passed by\\nthe gate\\nNow it chanced that one day they both passed\\ntogether.\\nAnd Dick in his fury would have soiled every\\nfeather,\\nBut, all thoughtless with rage, thrust his head\\nthrough the wires,\\nAnd ere they relieved him jDride suffering ex-\\npires.\\nMORAL.\\nNow ye who are rich know that wealth is a\\nbladder.\\nAnd if ye enjoy it don t kick at the ladder\\nFor a pin it may burst you, and as you grow\\nslack,\\nThe world s ready jokers will each have a crack.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0442.jp2"}, "439": {"fulltext": "WATCUING THE GIRLS BATHING. 185\\nOK A PRIEST WATCHING THE GIRLS\\nBATHING.\\nA PRIEST, not of Apollo but a virtuous God,\\nForgetful of heaven, still clung to the sod\\nFor how could he think of a subject so dull\\nAs he strolled on the banks of bright Kill Yon\\nKull,\\nWhen some naiads of earth, or perchance dropped\\nfrom heaven.\\nFor it matters but little when to pleasure they\\nare given\\nWith their feet and their hands they kept up a\\ndashing,\\nWhich tickled the priest as he looked through\\nthe splashing\\nFor priests, I suppose, are formed much like men.\\nWhen a little lascivious, no doubt, he grew then.\\nIn the transports of earth so hard was his fit,\\nThat hell could not daunt him, nor the bottomless\\npit.\\nFor a bottomless pit a hole you may call\\nThat has not a bottom but goes out through a\\nwall.\\nWhere in slipped the priest, and his mirth at an\\nend,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0443.jp2"}, "440": {"fulltext": "186 CAUGHT IN A STORM.\\nFor we ahva3 s cry heaven when earth does of-\\nfend,\\nAnd for each separate crime thei-e is pardon in\\nheaven,\\nBut for two slips in one, what revelation is given.\\nCAUGHT IN A STORM.\\nFeeling quite ill, and wanting a pill,\\nI went for a sermon from Mr. Hill,\\nHe sighed and he groaned and he made a great\\nfuss,\\nAnd as near as I guessed it the subject ran thus\\nThat brutes were all fools, and instinct would lie\\nAnd truth was in man, for it carae from the sky.\\nAnd to prove that his argument was not all vain,\\nHe said it was only in man to prophesy rain\\nWhen splash on the windows vrhole buckets-full\\nfell,\\nAnd it stormed like a heaven invading a hell.\\nThe sermon groaned through, in the storm driven\\nout.\\nFor the perishing quadrupeds I was looking\\nabout\\nBut the hogs and the cows were stowed away\\nwarm,\\nAnd all the wise bipeds were caught in the storm.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0444.jp2"}, "441": {"fulltext": "PA T S COMPLAIN T S UNDA Y MORNING. 187\\nTHE FIKST MERCHANT TAILOR.\\nW^HEN by early sin Don Atlani fell,\\nAnd near bad sent bis soul to b\\nHis tirst want came, and it was sore.\\nWas that of finding a mercbant tailor.\\nWhen looking round on nature s shelves,\\nThey agreed to make their clothes themselves.\\nThe cloth they took from fig-tree limbs\\nFor thread they took some thorny pins.\\nThus fitted out a-traveling went.\\nIf traveling it s called, when out your e sent.\\nTis true if now such dress Avere seen.\\nSome folks would think it rather green.\\nThough Noah may boast be was the sailor,\\nAdam was the merchant tailor.\\nPAT S COMPLAINT SUNDAY MORNING\\nWHEN NO ONE WOULD RISE TO GET\\nHIS BREAKFAST.\\nIf Sunday would come every day.\\nThen Bid and Rose and Moll mio^ht lav.\\nAnd stink in bed, till they were dead.\\nAnd on their tombs it might be said,^", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0445.jp2"}, "442": {"fulltext": "188 A THOUSAND A TEAR.\\nLife and care let others please,\\nHere we may lie and stink at ease,\\nWho pities us will sorrow shame,\\nFor when in life we did the same.\\nA THOUSAND A YEAR.\\nA BRIDE wlio the bridle had slipped at the altar,\\nAnd used it to make her poor husband a halter,\\nDemanded his purse when his sahiry was due,\\nAnd when she had counted it in a passion she\\nflew,\\nAnd demanded that money, that thousand a j ^ear.\\nAnd expected to see him all quaking with fear,\\nFor she thought him too foolish to use any guile.\\nAnd felt him too vanquished to gather a smile.\\nBut he answered her calmly, Your rage gives\\nme pain,\\nYou must count it correctly when you count it\\nagain,\\nAnd the fact you ll believe, for the fact it is plain,\\nI take quarters for dollars, and expect you ll do\\nthe same.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0446.jp2"}, "443": {"fulltext": "CAIN AND ABEL. 189\\nSAID AX ANGEL TO JOYE.\\nNow once on a Sabbath, a Sabbath in heaven,\\nA day to the gods for a holiday given,\\nSaid an angel to Jove, Let me go to the earth,\\nAnd I ll catch every sinner in his revel and mirth,\\nAnd the righteous this day tis easy to know,\\nFor they are all at the Church in a glorious sliow.\\nThen all-knowing Jove, who knew them the\\nwhile,\\nAnswered the stripling with a guardian smile\\nKnow the hypocrite with the saint to the\\ntemple will go.\\nAnd the worst their best actions the best day will\\nshow\\nTis the care of the gods to catch sinners like\\nthese.\\nAnd the poor hardened sinner you can catch\\nwhen you please.\\nCAIN AND ABEL.\\nIn early times when sin was young.\\nAnd men sprang from one mother\\nThe beau-rageous girls if beaus they had,\\nDid find them in a brother.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0447.jp2"}, "444": {"fulltext": "190 CAIN AND ABEL.\\nNow it chanced upon a holy day,\\nWhen each his fruits should bring\\nIn true devotion to the Lord,\\nA holy offering.\\nThat one there came got of the Lord,\\nAVho taught the fruits to grow\\nAnd one there came an able nuin,\\nWho lambs could overthrow.\\nThough Cain laid on the wood full strong,\\nThe fruit with water drunken,\\nNor smoke, nor blaze could scarcely raise\\nFrom green corn or big pumpkin.\\nAs Abel slew a tender lamb,\\nCain might have thought unlawful,\\nAnd thus he raised a mighty blaze\\nFrom guts and other oflfal.\\nThen Cain he grew so mighty wroth,\\nHis chops drooped like a feather\\nThe Lord to cheer his naughty boy,\\nBade him new offerings gather.\\nIf thou do well, mine be the fire,\\nIf not, sin is at thy door;\\nAbel shall be thy own desire,\\nAnd him thou shall rule o er.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0448.jp2"}, "445": {"fulltext": "CAIN AND ABEL. 191\\nThen met tlie brothers in the field,\\nAnd there awhile did chat,\\nTill word brought word, and blow brought blow\\nXor ended there the spat.\\nThen Cain with his great walking stick,\\nGave him such a training\\nThat such sort of work has ever since\\nBeen known by the name of caning,\\nWhere, said the Lord, can Abel be\\nThen Cain in sin grew deeper,\\nAnd said, He sacrificed to thee.\\nAm I my brother s keeper.\\nWhat hast thou done thy brother s blood\\nIs crying from the ground,\\nO er earth s broad face in vain you flee,\\nNo resting place is found.\\nA vagabond upon the earth,\\nThe soil no more shall feed thee\\nThat thou fed with thy brother s blood.\\nSo fj:et thee i^one and flee.\\nft\\nThen Cain cried out, Too hard for me.\\nThat I must ever hide\\nAnd dig my way through rocky earth,\\nOr creep upon its rough sid^,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0449.jp2"}, "446": {"fulltext": "192 A CHILLY FRAGMENT.\\nAnd every man that meets shall slay,\\nAnd none on me have pity\\nOh from the halter set me free,\\nAnd I will build a city.\\nFear sevenfold wrath, the spirit said,\\nWho shall my victim slay\\nThen marked him o er so much like night\\nAll shunned him in the day.\\nOn Eden s east where lay old Kod,\\nCain knew his lovely bride\\nAnd built a city for his son,\\nAnd peopled it beside.\\nIf Cain such feeling had for lambs.\\nAnd felt so keen their bleeding\\nHe might have spared his brother s blood,\\nAnd lived awhile near Eden.\\nA CHILLY FRAGMENT.\\nWhy do we mourn the roses, why do we feel so\\ndrear\\nAgain will come the roses, but we may not be\\nhere,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0450.jp2"}, "447": {"fulltext": "POOB JIM CROW. 193\\nWe are like the race of flowers that only blooms\\na day,\\nWe have our blooming season and then we pass\\naway\\nThe wootls so bare and cheerless have almost lost\\ntheir leaves,\\nAre like the tottering rags that to the poet\\ncleaves\\nIt is enough to chill one, while clothing to keep\\nwarm,.\\nTo see how sere and lifeless they are stripped off\\nfor the storm\\nHow strange to see the trees stripped of all their\\nclothes,\\nWhen much we need the cover when howling\\nwinter blows\\nPOOR JIM CROW.\\nOn a lorn dry bough sat poor Jim Crow,\\nCogitating over his future woe\\nFor tlie blasts of winter had begun to blow,\\nAnd he had tasted a draught of his coming: woe.\\nKot a leaf on the trees and the fields were all\\nbare,\\n!N ot a smile, not a jov, in the prospect w^as there\\nFor joy had departed, and hope it had fled.\\nSave the hope that arose from robbing the dead.\\n13", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0451.jp2"}, "448": {"fulltext": "194 AN EL Ear ox orii old cat, jim.\\nSome patient old ox or lionost old cow,\\nOr a horse that had ti iled a long life at the\\nplough\\nAVhoni parsimonious man has nourished while\\nyoung\\nNow old and ileerepit tliev are famished and\\nstung.\\nFor like man in despair his hopes are in pain,\\nFor the weak are unable their rights to maintain\\nFor man when he prospers may weep to see pain,\\nBut friendless and famished he hardens again\\nFor the last ho] e of man is the hope of despair.\\nAnil what onee would have pained him, he will\\nrevel to share.\\nAN ELEGY ON OIT. OLD CAT, JDr.\\nTo-day we have lost a harmless eat,\\nTliat ne er was known to kill a rat;\\nNor ever was he seen to play\\nBut quiet sle] t the hoiH*s away\\nNow surely, Jimmy, thon art blest.\\nFor you shall have a lengthened rest\\nCom] lete is your rest sinee ex] iration,\\nFor thou art rid of respiration.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0452.jp2"}, "449": {"fulltext": "IN TUE OLD FOUNTAIN HOUSE. 195\\nIN THE OLD FOUNTAIN HOUSE.\\nTHE FROLIC.\\nThe preachers say, when people pkiy, the devil\\nconies on earth,\\nBut be this fun iVoni heaven or caH/i, tliere was\\nsome jolly mirth.\\nThe Fountain Guards at Fountain s House as-\\nsembled for a spree,\\nAnd for sucii friends as there attends the hall\\nthat night was free.\\nAll that befel I will not tell, twould take a score\\nof nights.\\nBut draw one scene from out the screen that\\nmost my soul delights\\nA score or more was on the floor of that old joy-\\nous hall,\\nAnd many a lout was stuck about like pictures\\non th( wall\\nThe fiddle ti i(Ml to swell the tide and audience to\\ngain,\\nWhile Houseman s Dave attention craves to hear\\nhis Christie strain", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0453.jp2"}, "450": {"fulltext": "19(3 IN THE OLD FOUNTAIN HOUSE.\\nGeneral Scott on the table got and kept time\\nAvitb his bum,\\nWhile out the door three covies pour to stuff\\nthemselves with rum\\nBill De Groote in petticoat adds mirth unto the\\nshow,\\nWhile Wheeler s Pat takes off his hat, and begs\\nto be her beau\\nCoffey was there and made them stare to hear\\nwhen he was young.\\nAnd how he walked, and his fiddle talked, all\\nGreenwich Village rung\\nFive on a seat they store the meat, (though no\\nway starved, j^ou know)\\nBut heaven defend, and plenty send when they\\nshall hungry grow\\nGeorge Codmus next shall be my text who on a\\nbeef did sally,\\nAnd by the bone you might have known he\\ncleared out Shinbone Alley\\nBob Smith, not tall, was near the wall and stuff-\\ning in his head,\\nOh, heaven forgive, and let him live an awful\\nslice ot bread\\nOn table and chair, Jim Brice was there and\\naudience was seeking.\\nHe hummed and hawed and only said, he was not\\nused to speaking", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0454.jp2"}, "451": {"fulltext": "A WALK ON THE NEW ROAD. 197\\nNow I am next, so don t be vexed, if I should\\njust step out,\\nFor you, like me, will then be free for anything\\nabout.\\nA WALK ON THE NEW KOAD.\\nFor a walk on the New Eoad, said I to myself,\\nAnd my muse shall attend me, a frolicsome elf.\\nThrough Killarney s the long gut, and Pelonie s\\nthe chat.\\nThrough Freelinder s the smoker, and Bering s\\nthe fat.\\nThrough Bunger s the contrary, who argues each\\npoint.\\nAnd knows a cat s paw from a wing by a bend of\\nthe joint\\nAnd Berritt s the famous, whom you all know\\nAre some part of the concern of Natlian Co.\\nThe project and the plan of the Road it was\\ntheirs,\\nAnd great is the profit that each of them shares.\\nFirst they proposed it to a lawyer and he looked\\nvery wise,\\n(For they never speak truth when they can sub-\\nstitute lies)\\nAnd they opened their mouths when they heard\\nhim tell", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0455.jp2"}, "452": {"fulltext": "198 A WALK ON THE NEW ROAD.\\nIt would make their property available\\nAnd often they told it to use that big word,\\nAnd thought it the largest that ever they heard,\\nAnd they went about talking it day after day.\\nAnd when they had said it they had no more to\\nsay.\\nAnd oft it was quoted by every great fool\\nBecause used by a rogue that had once been to\\nschool.\\nThat the road is an advantage I will not deny,\\nBut where are the flats that the land were to buy,\\nAnd who are they whose convenience it suits\\nThey are part of them bipeds and part of them\\nbrutes\\nTo horses and cattle it has given full sway,\\nAnd petticoats and breeches may steal wood all\\nday.\\nAVhilst on this great road T am singing its fame,\\nTiie thought has just struck me of changing its\\nname\\nWhilst the train with their bundles keep up a\\nlong sally\\nIt seems tjuite appropriate to name it Brush Alley.\\nTis not my desire\\nTo brinir from heaven the wild electric fire,\\nBut tis to strive with all the zeal I can\\nTo make this world a happy place for man.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0456.jp2"}, "453": {"fulltext": "LITTLE DILL-DALLY. 199\\nLITTLE DILL-DALLY, THE PEST OF THE\\nLAND.\\nWith lungs that are like iron strong,\\nAnd wind to chatter all dav Ions:\\nAnd read enough in classic lore,\\nTo know that Cleopatra breeches wore.\\nOf wordy cares a ^vorld had wrought\\nOf others business, cares and thoun^lit.\\nAnd oft he felt he d have been able\\nTo have finished out, unfinished Babel\\nBut felt it was (h^signed l)y f;ite,\\nlie should not save our sinking state\\nYet gainst corruption still he railed\\nNor aught discouraged that he faiPd.\\nTaxes, he said, had grown so high,\\nThat soon no one the land would buy\\nCities he called filthy sewers.\\nFull of blacklegs, and mischief-brewers\\nAnd oh! to tell it how he grieves,\\nWhat dens they are for rogues and thieves.\\nHe answers, if his height tlu^}^ slander.\\nJust the height of Alexander.\\nLike Ulysses mid affliction sore\\nAnd like him when he fought the boar", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0457.jp2"}, "454": {"fulltext": "200 THE LEECHES.\\nBoth youth and old age he ll ever advise\\nBut woe if they cross him, in a passion he flies.\\nTis true that some friends sometimes may shun\\nhim,\\nBut scarce is that friend to be found can outrun\\nhim.\\nRemember, stern moralist, what by wind has been\\ndone\\nHow Ai was blown up, and Jericho down.\\nTHE LEECHES, OX HAYIXG THEM AP-\\nPLIED.\\nA LOT of free-suckers were brought in to suck,\\nWho were known to feast well when they had\\nthe good luck,\\nSo, without any words or ado of the matter.\\nThey all set them down without murmur or\\nclatter\\nNo yarns or long stories o er the viands are tokb\\nBut still as a burglar when he s turning out gold\\nOr a pig with his snout in the deep rich swill,\\nKot a ffrunt nor a murmur as he sucks down his\\nfill.\\nThus like nobles they stuff till their paunches\\nstick out,\\nLike a gent that has suffered a long time from\\ngout;", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0458.jp2"}, "455": {"fulltext": "THE POMEGRANATE. 201\\nOr like aldermen who, for the public defense,\\nAre taking a dinner at the public expense.\\nThey stuff and they suck as long as they re able,\\nTill stuffed out so round they roll from the table.\\nThough vomited out they all yielded their breath\\nTo delirium tremens or some gut-stuffing death.\\nYe stuffers and suckers, take warning from this.\\nAnd remember that stuffing won t bring 3 ou to\\nbliss\\nBe modest in taking when another must groan,\\nAnd I know ye ll be moderate when the expense\\nis your own,\\nLest the stench of your stomach should choke\\nyou to death.\\nAnd your friends cry out Pudding, what can t\\nyou get breath\\nUnless like a shaver who by sucking grows\\nleaner.\\nAnd the deeper they stick oile, they still look\\nthe meaner.\\nTHE POMEGKANATE.\\nBacchus, a naughty selfish boy,\\nWhose only thought was his own joy,\\nOnce beguiled a Scj^thian maid.\\nWhose simple heart attention paid\\nA Money-broker.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0459.jp2"}, "456": {"fulltext": "202 THE PICNIC.\\nBut soon the lady died of grief,\\nAnd thus liis conscience sought relief;\\nHer he metamor]ihosed to a tree,\\nAnd crowned its fruit to fill a prophecy.\\nTHE riCNIC.\\nWhilst following my hardy steers,\\nThe stubborn glebe compelled to yield\\nBefore the mold board gently shears\\nThe coming hope. The fallow field.\\nThe sweetest notes fell on my ear,\\nIt charmed the man, it charmed the brute,\\nUnconsciously I left the plough,\\nDrawn by the power of Orpheus lute.\\nAt length I came in distant view,\\nPleased awhile I gazed unseen,\\nOn sylvan maze of motley hue,\\nSporting on the woodland green.\\nWhen swift some tell-tale brought them word\\nThat gazing from behind yon tree,\\nA minstrel he, as they had heard.\\nThen quickly they surrounded me.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0460.jp2"}, "457": {"fulltext": "VALENTINE TO PECK. 203\\nNot more the goddesses their arts employ\\nWhen rivals stood before tlie she])lierd boy,\\nNor more enamored did the Phrygian boy\\nThe rival goddesses behold with joy.\\nIn sweetest strain they sang my lino\\nMy soul to heaven was born away,\\nNor for a moment dreamed it mine,\\nBut thought it some old roundelay.\\nThey souglit to have their name in verse.\\nAnd fairer never graced a line,\\nHere I must cease, I ll not rehearse.\\nLest mortals I should term divine.\\nBut I ll forbear to sing their praise,\\nA heavenly check is on my line\\nThough burning with a ]ioet s blaze\\nI must own the power divine.\\nVALENTINE TO BECK\\nHis grandsire had the common name of Beck-\\nThat simple appellation never shone,\\nBy adding pecker saved it from a wreck.\\nNow his great seed is known by Beckerson.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0461.jp2"}, "458": {"fulltext": "204 TUERE IS SOMETHING IN A NAME.\\nI know you are a gallant knight,\\nThe hero of a hirk\\nBut all 1 know I will not tell\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe scene was near the Park.\\nAs you are the connectinu link,\\nBetween the man and hrute,\\nPray on the Athenaeum tend,\\nTheir argument you ll suit.\\nIf small potatoes bring a price,\\nYou had better stay away\\nFor fear some blundering fellow there,\\nShould seize you for his prey.\\nTIIEKE IS SOMETHING IN A NAME.\\nThe rose it ever will be sweet,\\nNor need we name the eglantine\\nThe coral rocks so bright and steep.\\nWithout a name would be sublime.\\nYet a name is not an idle thing,\\nA name is the echo of a sound\\nThat, unknown, may make a valley ring,\\nBut can t be trumped the world around.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0462.jp2"}, "459": {"fulltext": "TUE CAPTIVE EAGLE. 205\\nGRACE BEFORE GRAHAM BREAD.\\nThou who good from evil culls,\\nAlter this wortiilcss plan\\nSift our flour from the hulls,\\nAnd give our hogs the bran.\\nTHE CAPTIYE EAGLE.\\n1834.\\nAssembled once in mighty mass,\\nTo celebrate our libertv,\\nThey tied the free-born easle fast\\nHigh on a pole of white-oak tree.\\nFor shame for shame! the people cried,\\nFor shame, to tie the eagle fast\\nIt matters not, I heard replied,\\nWith him slavery will not last.\\nBut soon the people changed their cry,\\nHe burst his bonds, he took his flight.\\nHe marked me with his eagle-eye.\\nAnd on my shoulder he did light.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0463.jp2"}, "460": {"fulltext": "206 THE IRISU BOY.\\nYou are mine, I cried in triumph,\\nTlie people bard pursuing me\\nWith nimble limbs I climbed the trunk\\nAnd placed him high on white-oak tree.\\nTHE IKISII BOY HAS KETUKNED FROM\\nTHE WAE.\\nThe Mexican War, 1847.\\nThe blighting blast of war has blown,\\nNo more we fight our neighbor\\nThe Irish boy has returned from the war\\nTo live by honest labor.\\nNo more when going to his toil\\nHis heart shall be dejected,\\nThough he meets the sneer of worthless pride\\nIn the land his worth protected.\\nFor he felt, whilst fighting with our band,\\nHe likewise fought for Erin\\nFor as darkness gathered o er his land\\nColumbia s light was appearing.\\nFor though her sons be rude and wild,\\nOr by slaver\\\\ s yoke dejected.\\nThe genial warmth of freedom s sun\\n^hall train them when protected.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0464.jp2"}, "461": {"fulltext": "THE FIRE-WORSUIPPEBS PRAYER. 207\\nTHE rmE-WORSHIPER S PRAYER.\\nMy faith is in the finnament,\\nIt s in the iiery car,\\nAnd with a heavenly ornament\\nril nail it with a star.\\nMy faith is in the God of dnv,\\nThe cloud-dispelling power\\nThe God that drives the night away,\\nOr cheers the gloomj^ hour.\\nMy faith is in the source of life,\\nFrom whom all blessings flow;\\nOr guides the elemental strife,\\nOr bids creation grow.\\nWhat blessings may I dare to ask,\\nSince righteous is thy sway,\\nWhilst feeble man, with little task,\\nMust err in every way.\\nWe feel thy spirit in our blood.\\nIt cheers us in our home\\nAnd every blessing, great and good,\\nFrom fire alone must come.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0465.jp2"}, "462": {"fulltext": "208 ON THE COMING OF JENNY LIND.\\nAnd when at length our spirit flies,\\nTo seek that unknown sea,\\nOh, may it find in glad surprise\\nIts fountain flows from thee.\\nMy faith is in the firmament.\\nIt s in the fiery car.\\nAnd with a lieavenly ornament\\nI ll nail it with a star.\\nNOT ALWAYS MELANCHOLY.\\nNot always melancholy marked his brow,\\nBut now and then he had a spell of joy\\nContemplation moved the furrows of her plough,\\nAnd blithe he seem d as a Bacchanalian boy.\\nON TIIE COMING OF JENNY LIND IN 1850.\\nSupposed to be written by Jierself.\\nThk halo of the w^estern star,\\nThe fame of liberty,\\nHas drawn me fi om the eastern shore\\nTo see the blest and free.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0466.jp2"}, "463": {"fulltext": "LIKE OCEAN WAVES. 209\\nThe heart would own its grateful power,\\nThe tongue a note would raise\\nBut silence claims the happier hour,\\nWhere love and concord plays.\\nIn vain we tune the vocal lyre,\\nSuch notes are never sung,\\nSuch feelings from the heart may flow.\\nBut never from the tonfi^ue.\\nA KISS A DAY.\\nWell ma}^ I say,\\nA kiss a day\\nI have had for twelve months back;\\nAnd it may be said\\nI was doubly paid\\nFor any it did lack.\\nLIKE OCEAN WAYES.\\nLike ocean s waves our transient stay.\\nFor wave must still for wave make way.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0467.jp2"}, "464": {"fulltext": "210 MT CUP DISTIL WITH PEACEFUL HOURS.\\nTO SOPHIE.\\nHear thy fond admirer praise,\\nAnd let Lis notes thy passions raise.\\nGive him the love to thee he s given,\\nAnd own tliat love that s pure as heaven,\\nlie shall be Avrapt in all thy ways,\\nTill time shall bid him cease thy praise.\\nEQUAL BLESSINGS ARE FEOM HEAVEN.\\nEqual blessings are from Heaven,\\nTo poets are the muses given\\nAVhcn their gifts they have received\\nOf all others they re relieved.\\nMY CUP DISTIL WITH PEACEFUL HOURS.\\nLet Juno seek the thunderer in his charms.\\nGive me the soft embraces of his arms.\\nLet those of tumult, in tumult get their fill.\\nBut still with peaceful hours my cup distil.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0468.jp2"}, "465": {"fulltext": "MAT, 1838. 211\\nA FRAGMENT FROM THE BURNT LEX-\\nINGTON.\\nLike one great family they together press\\nAs chil(lr(3n mourning, mid some dire distress,\\nSoon from a sire to be forever torn,\\nAll pale with fear, in sorrow all forlorn,\\nTogether all they mix in pious fear\\nAll grades are lost, they are all forgotten here.\\nNo more they feel high honors canker rot.\\nPride, friendless bastard, first to be forgot.\\nThat worthless burden then is borne no more,\\nWhen frightened spirits seek that unknown shore.\\nMAY, 1838.\\nYe budding trees, ye embryo fruits, rejoice,\\nYe warbling throngs re-echo nature s voice.\\nNo more dark winter s sombre coat is seen,\\nYe flowers put forth, ye meads assume your\\ngreen.\\nNo more hoarse waters through the valleys roar.\\nBut peaceful brooks their gentle murmurs pour.\\nThose cedar groups, drear winter s brightest\\ngreen.\\nNow, sullen, seem to hate the livelier scene.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0469.jp2"}, "466": {"fulltext": "212 GOD S CREATURES.\\nDAEKWINTEE SLOWLY EOLLED AAV AY.\\nThe spring once more returns again,\\nAnd with it comes the joys of spring\\nThe swelling buds begin to flower,\\nAnd with them many a promise bring.\\nThose darkling clouds no longer fly,\\nNo more the sullen tempests reign\\nBut heavenly showers, on gladdened fields.\\nAnd music fills the smiling plain.\\nWhen wintery life has ])assVl away.\\nThus hope can point beyond the grave:\\nOur spirit rid of morbid clay.\\nEternal spring shall blooming save.\\nGOD S CEEATUEES.\\nThere was an old uncle, a crust} old uncle,\\nAnd he had of relations a few,\\nAnd of a wife s vexations, who called them rela-\\ntions.\\nAt least two score and two.\\nNow they would come down upon him, and his\\nwife she would drum them,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0470.jp2"}, "467": {"fulltext": "GOD S CREATURES. 213\\nAntl said she admired the whole crew.\\nWhen they first came to the house, not a flea, nor\\na louse,\\nXor a mosquito could enter the door\\nBut they soon had tlie run, relation and vermin,\\nAnd the house it was all in an uproar.\\nBut to prayer God is good, to the house that s\\nwithstood.\\nThe demons of Hades, or the bore\\nFor now you sliall see every mosquito and flea\\nWas gathered to the best spare room\\nEven bed-bugs and roaches no longer encroaches.\\nSave into this spare room of doom.\\nThen uncle s dear wife, the joy of his life,\\nSaid AVhat shall we do with this boon\\nThen the uncle replied, This room, once your\\npride.\\nHas been doomed by the Powers above\\nIt s a blessing in disguise, a gift, and a prize,\\nA heavenly token of love\\nIt shall be our guest chamber, for all times re-\\nmainder,\\nThere to enjoy their dear uncle s home\\nThen quick they will leave, though the short\\nvisits may grieve.\\nThey never again will roam.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0471.jp2"}, "468": {"fulltext": "214 THE BANKS OF EILL-VON-KULL.\\nTHIS MORNING ROSE AS BRIGHT A SUN.\\nThis morning rose as bright a sun\\nAs heaven has ever smiled upon\\nOn it roll d, but ere it went down,\\nAll heaven was covered with a frown.\\nThus in this the world you see,\\nFirst smile and then ll frown on thee.\\nTHE BANKS OF KILL-YON-KULL.\\nWhen nature is cheerful, oh, who could be dull,\\nOn the banks of thy waters, delightful Von-KuU\\nWhen the blossoms of spring are returning again.\\nAnd are shedding their fragrance over thy })lain,\\nHow cheering the sight to see how the rich fields\\nIn summer what harvest abundant she yields\\nAt the close of the day it is pleasant to glide\\nAlongf the smooth face of thv soft-rollinf]: tide.\\nIn summer and autumn it s pleasant to share\\nIn the fruits that thy orchards abundantly bear\\nAgain it is pleasant to look o er the fields,\\nAnd see the ripe corn she abundantly yields\\nIn winter it s pleasant to see how each sail\\nIs borne along swiftly by the force of the gale", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0472.jp2"}, "469": {"fulltext": "THE APPROACH OF A THUNDER-SHOWER. 215\\nAgain it is pleasant to see the sea-gull\\nSporting o er the surge when the ice binds Yon-\\nKull.\\nThere always is pleasure in every scene\\nWhen fancy can throw over nature its screen.\\nWRITTEN ON THE APPROACH OF A\\nTHUNDER-SHOWER AFTER SEVERE\\nDROUGHT.\\nIn the season of 1838 we had eleven weeks of drought,\\nending about the middle of September. As the shower was\\napproaching I lay down on the piazza and composed\\nthe following lines\\nDelighted, Pll sing,\\nWhilst the elements ring\\nWith the joy of the shower\\nThat will come in this hour.\\nBegone, accursed dearth,\\nFrom the famishing earth\\nAnd the unwelcome clouds\\nOf dust that enshrouds,\\nRobs nature of her hue.\\nThat to beauty is true.\\nAnd has left us to mourn\\nFor the season that hns irone", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0473.jp2"}, "470": {"fulltext": "216 THE APPRO ACU OF A THUNDER-SHOWER.\\nThat can never be restored,\\nThough the rain should be poured\\nIn a copious flow\\nOn all that s below\\nFor nought can supply\\nThe time that has gone by;\\nBut tis hope and not fear\\nThat our spirits can cheer,\\nAnd what this will deny\\nThe next year will supply.\\nThen, welcome the thunder\\nThat rendeth asunder\\nThose huge dark rolling clouds,\\nThat on each other crowds\\nAnd the lightning s red flash\\nAs together they clash,\\nWhilst they clamber in vain\\nThe foremost to remain.\\nThough with fury they burn\\nThey are rolled in, in turn\\nAnd thus in grand array\\nTheir beauty they display.\\nWhilst the large drops of rain\\nNow moisten the ]ilain\\nThen, farewell to the dearth\\nAnd drought banished from earth I", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0474.jp2"}, "471": {"fulltext": "WRITTEN ON A CAST-OFF. 217\\nWRITTEN ON AN OEPIIAN BOY.\\nWHO HAD ESCAPED FKOM A BRITISH SHIP LYING AT\\nTOMPKINSVILLE, HE SAID HE WAS ILL USED, AND\\nSOUGHT SHELTER IN MY FATHER s HOUSE.\\nAn orphan in a foreign land\\nDemands thy kind, protecting hand\\nTurn not away, who more than he\\nCan claim thy hospitality\\nMy father sheltering arms did crave,\\nMy father s shelter to him gave,\\nFor he had been an orphan boy.\\nHomeless and poor, it gave him joy\\nTo feed and shelter that poor orphan boy.\\nWRITTEN ON A CAST-OFF.\\nHOURS OF MELANCHOLY.\\nFrom cruel parents bitter frown,\\nImpervious barriers rise\\nBut cease, twas fate forbids to crown\\nThy joys beneath the skies\\nNeglected still in drudgery moil\\nThy Saviour seek, and Heaven reward thy toil", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0475.jp2"}, "472": {"fulltext": "218 THE EYE IS THE INDEX OF THE SOUL.\\nTO MISS UESULA NIESS.\\nSejJt. 13, 1897.\\nGo to your fatherland, dear child,\\nGixl s blessings take, and mine along\\nThink of the dear ones left behind\\nAnd don t forget the child of song.\\nTHE EYE IS THE INDEX OF THE SOUL.\\nYou cannot judge love s latent thought\\nBy aught that issues from the tongue,\\nIt is with such deception fraught,\\nAnd falsehoods are so often sung.\\nThe eye is the index of the soul,\\nThe inner passions it will tell.\\nNo secret passions can control\\nThe truth that there is legible.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0476.jp2"}, "473": {"fulltext": "OiV TAKING A HORSE. 219\\nBUILD THINE OWN HOUSE.\\nPooK, simple man, to build a house for God,\\nWho iills the heavens and rules it with his nod\\nFoul morbid dust and mouldering clay,\\nTo raise a pile for time to mould away\\nBuild thy own house, and keep thy record even.\\nAnd trust in Him to build thy house in heaven.\\nON TAKING A HORSE\\nFROM A DRUNKEN BUM, AND RETURNING HIM TO HIS\\nMASTER.\\nReceive again tiiis horse, you ass,\\nAnd never let it come to pass\\nA brute of such a noble strain\\nShall by a nmle be driven again.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0477.jp2"}, "474": {"fulltext": "220 ON S^EjyG A COW S CARCAiiS.\\nON SEEING A COWS CARCASS\\nDRIFTING OUT OF THE KILLS, THAT HAD BEICN\\nHOISTED OUT OF A PIT HALF STARVED, AND KILLED\\nITSELF STUFFING IN A RICH CLOVER FIKLD.\\nDriff on, thou beast with more than mortal\\npaunch,\\nThat still might lived unharmed on moderate\\nlunch\\nDrift on with speed, for none will strive to\\nsave\\nThat well might fill, but don t deserve, a grave.\\nDrift on, thy stench has promised speedy rot.\\nAnd, like thy eleg} thou soon will be forgot.\\nDrift on and swell, for now thy race is run,\\nWhat beast but toad or man this would have\\ndone\\nIf thou had but in that deep pit have died.\\nThy unsightly paunch would not disgrace this\\ntide.\\nMy friend from meagre famine sought thy life to\\nsave\\nAnd took thee, helpless, from a living grave,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0478.jp2"}, "475": {"fulltext": "ON MEETING A FRIEND. 221\\nWHO WOULD XOT LOYE A GENTLE\\nMAID.\\nWho would not love a gentle maid,\\nAVith heavenly face and angel form\\nWhen they could have that love rei)aid\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat love alone the heart might warm.\\nTO MY DAPtLmO.\\nLike sunbeams an a mirror bright,\\nThat dazzle as they shine\\nThus Sophie shines a satellite.\\nWith charms that all are thine.\\nON MEETING A FPJEXD WHOM I HAD\\nHEARD HAD DIED OF CHOLERA IN\\n1849.\\nWhen the blast it has swept o er the plain.\\nAnd its bloom is wasted and gone,\\nWith joy we behold one again,\\nThat so lately in death we did mourn.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0479.jp2"}, "476": {"fulltext": "222 ADVICE TO YOUTH.\\nTHE PIRATE.\\nWith the steel of Damascus in bis sword\\nAnd the fire of hell in his e3 e,\\nWith man and with nature he warred,\\nAnd dared even Heaven defy.\\nTOM CLARK S TRIP.\\nWhen Tommy went to Barnegat,\\nThe sea breeze made him shiver,\\nSo on the place he turned bis back,\\nAnd fetched up at Tom s river.\\nAnd when the river he beheld,\\nHe said if this is Tommy s Creek\\nI ll stray no more on Jersey s shore,\\nSuch travelin makes me sick.\\nADVICE TO YOUTH.\\nImprove thy time, young man, I say.\\nDisplay thy blooms whilst blooms thou canst\\ndisplay\\nThe time will come, and is not far away,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0480.jp2"}, "477": {"fulltext": "THE WEE BUNCH OF HAIR. 223\\nWhen thy proud form shall wither and decay\\nThen Avill thou tell of wondrous things thou hast\\nseen,\\nAnd talk as though this world is but a has\\nbeen.\\nSEEK NOT FOK ME MIDST MEN OF\\nFAME.\\nSeek not for me midst men of fame,\\nThe Muses never trumped my name\\nPrivately they walk wntli me.\\nAnd guide my pen in secrecy.\\nTHE WEE BUXCH OF HAIR.\\nJune 9, 1848.\\nI ANCE kenn d a songstress she was bonnie and\\nfair,\\nAn na sunset o beauty wi her could compare;\\nBut she lo ed a wee laddie, na fortune was there,\\nNa beauty had he, but a wee bunch of hair.\\nSo blame na the fishes that are cauo-ht with\\na snare,\\nen a b\\nhair.\\nWhen a bonnie wee lassie is caught with a", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0481.jp2"}, "478": {"fulltext": "224 TnE LAZY MAN.\\nHe had nane of stature, for he was na tall,\\nAnd weighted in the balance he was naithin at all,\\nWhen 3 ou look d on his face all ye saw that was\\nfair,\\nWas found on his lip, in a wee bunch of hair.\\nSo blame na tlie fishes.\\nNow I sing ye this song, that ye lassies beware,\\nThat ye lose nae your wits, and are caught with\\na liair\\nFor it is na of comfort, though your life it be\\nlong.\\nTo Stan by a blellum, and live on a song.\\nSo blame na the fishes.\\nWith a head that is held, and a mouth that is\\nblare.\\nStill saved in its beauty by a wee lock of hair\\nHe might hae been taller if his leg had been\\nstraight,\\nBut the name never mention, twas Padd}- O Clate.\\nSo blame na the fishes.\\nTHE LAZY MAK.\\nLazy man, of idle wife,\\nWhat hast thou done to pay for life\\nAlone thou hast to boast of seed,\\nLike carcasses that maggots breed", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0482.jp2"}, "479": {"fulltext": "TO MU. nriAT-YOU-CALL-niM S DAUGHTER. 225\\nThy worthless time is spent in scandal,\\nThe most of it prophetical\\nTo church a hypocrite and liar,\\nTo ancient friends a brand of fire.\\nDrone of tlie hive, sting of the flower,\\nGiant of strife, chief of such power\\nDealer in graves, and human bones.\\nWho paves his walks with their last stones\\nArise I shake off this curse of thine.\\nAnd thank for it this Valentine.\\nTO MR. WHAT-YOU-CALL-HIM S DAUGH-\\nTER.\\nMiss Something Miss Nothing Oh which shall\\nI say\\nMiss Something, like nothing, excuse me, I pray\\nHow shall I ap])roach one so lofty and high,\\nI confess while I m doing it, one feels very shy\\nBut, I, like yourself, still strive to get higlier,\\nLike smoke that escapes from the smouldering lire,\\nFor I laud thy proud spirit; though ever so low.\\nIf nourish d and fed to a mountain may grow\\nAnd still creeping up, though thy progress is\\nslow.\\nBut the slower the motion the surer we go.\\n15", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0483.jp2"}, "480": {"fulltext": "226 TO SUSAN.\\nTlius on the cords of affliction thy father waxed\\nstrong,\\nTill honey and money all came in a throng.\\nThus mid the dim clamor of poverty s chime\\nThou hast passed all description of my meek, suf-\\nfering rhyme.\\nBut don t think I want you, though thou art a\\nteam,\\nA thousand hog power in thy own self-esteem\\nI d jump out of my skin, and over old time,\\nBefore I d become thy doomed Valentine.\\nTO SUSAN.\\nWHO DID NOT LIKE LORD BYRON.\\nYe Gods what s the matter? My muse, it s a\\nloosing\\nI must hurry and write you, most beautiful Susan.\\nSuch virtue as thine I never will slight,\\nAVhile a muse, or a deil, gives me power to write\\nMy verse of the purest and cheapest shall be.\\nSuch only Fd presume to offer to thee\\nBe silly mid fools, mid learned try to shine.\\nAnd if they are pious be all that s divine;\\nThus Ovid has sung, but excuse me, Oh, no!\\nI never have read it, the} tell me tis so.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0484.jp2"}, "481": {"fulltext": "AULD AUNTY. 227\\nBut don t be so hard on foolish Lord Byron,\\nFor some silly ones he can eha: ;m like a siren,\\nThough his pen it was lewd, and he swore a bit\\ntoo\\nBut you can t expect the whole world to be as\\nvirtuous as you.\\nAULD AUNTY.\\nCome, ye beggarly critics in 3 our might,\\nAssist me whilst of an old hag I Avrite\\nAshamed to call the Muses to such verse,\\nA subject fit for meddlers to rehearse;\\nHer pedigree will not this page disgrace,\\nFor who can into dark oblivion trace\\nSuffice to say that she is here on earth.\\nHer presence is sufficient proof of birth\\nIn years she grew but not in wisdom clever.\\nIf e er possessed they long ago did sever;\\nShe wonders much at her exaltation,\\nl^or dreams she was put there for temptation,\\nSatan had long since taken thee away.\\nBut to increase his realms he lets thee stay\\nLet wonders cease for he will come at last.\\nAnd roughly then he will his truant grasp.\\nShe has forgot how often she told lies,\\nTo market girls and boys about her pies", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0485.jp2"}, "482": {"fulltext": "228 JOHN STEERS.\\nBut check thy lies and be thy slanders ceased.\\nSince fortune has so much thy love increased,\\nThat favored man whom she has smiled u])on,\\nAnd learned as much to love, as thee to shun.\\nTorture the world, do not disturb his peace,\\nr ut in his presence let thy wran T;lin cease.\\nWi)at worries tliee need not disturb his breast,\\nWhen from his toil he has retired to rest.\\nThe lordly bull must hear the whiffet s bay,\\nBut tlie fleet horse can speed him far away.\\nIn noble fight the lion bears the shock.\\nBut fleet he flies him from the hated cock.\\nNow, lest thy cackling should such mischief\\nmake.\\nBetter to cease, nor risk so great a stake.\\nON SEEING THE SIGN OVER THE STOKE\\nDOOR OF A YOUNG ENGLISHMAN\\nNAMED JOHN STEERS.\\nYoung John Bull, as it appears.\\nHas been altered to John Steers.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0486.jp2"}, "483": {"fulltext": "A PARODY. 229\\nA PARODY ON TIPPECANOE AND TYLER\\nTOO.\\nJime 19, 1896.\\nWhat lias caused tin s great commotion, motion,\\nmotion, motion.\\nThe country tliroug-li\\nIt is the ball a rolling on\\nFor money true, and McKinley, too.\\nAnd with them we can beat any man, man, man.\\nAnd with them we can beat any man.\\nWhat had caused that great commotion, motion,\\nmotion, motion.\\nThe convention through\\nIt was the ball, that they raised in the hall.\\nFor money true, and McKinley, too.\\nAnd with them we can beat any man, man, man.\\nAnd with them we can beat any man.\\nWhat is causing this great commotion motion,\\nmotion, motion.\\nThe country through?\\nIt is the squall that bursting o er all\\nFor money true, and McKinley, too.\\nAnd with them we will beat any man, man, man.\\nAnd with them we will beat any man.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0487.jp2"}, "484": {"fulltext": "230 WRITTEN ON TUE FIRST ELECTION.\\nWEITTEN ON THE FIEST ELECTION\\nNEWS WHICH DECLxVRED HENRY\\nCLAY ELECTED IN 1844.\\nIt was the third day before we knew the difference.\\nOh, Locofocoes,* do you know,\\nThe whigs have elected Mersereau.f\\nHe was the native Candidate,\\nAnd he has scaled the Locoes fate.\\nGet out the way, Poke and Dallas,\\nLucky dogs to escape the gallows.\\nNow, Locoes, we have proved you loons,\\nYou said that you would feast on coons\\nThe whigs have turned about your jokes,\\nAnd you must cat your own mud-pokes.\\nGet out tlie way. Poke and Dalhis,\\nLucky dogs to escape the gallows.\\nThe greatest hunter of the day.\\nIs the famous Harry Clay\\nAnd what is the last part of the joke.\\nHe took the Coons to hunt the Poke.\\nGet out the Avay, Poke and Dallas,\\nLucky dogs to escape the gallows,\\nOne of tlie names of the Democratic Party\\nf Elected to the Assembly.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0488.jp2"}, "485": {"fulltext": "A JOLLY DEACON. 231\\nNow Locofocoism is dead,\\nAnd of a nuisance we are rid\\nBut should they ever come again,\\nWe will sweep them up with a harry-cane\\nGet out the way, Poke and Dallas,\\nLucky dogs to escape the gallows.\\nDidn t you hear the Locoes say\\nThey would hunt the Coons and Harry Clay\\nAnd the last Coons was all the cry,\\nBut, Mr. Poke, they have put you by.\\nGet out the way. Poke and Dallas,\\nLucky dogs to escape the gallows.\\nA JOLLY DEACOK\\nA JOLLY deacon in our town,\\nA lazy, idle ranger,\\nWhen he heard the do^s were killing hoffs\\nHe thought himself in danger.\\nNow a custom twas witli Colonel Dog,\\nTo take a Sabbath walk, sir\\nAnd crossing o er the deacon s field,\\nHe stopped to smell fresh pork, sir.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0489.jp2"}, "486": {"fulltext": "232 YANKEE DOODLE.\\nThe sly old boots lay in the barn,\\nAnd charged the dog with stealing\\nThen sentenced death in his own court,\\nWithout due fellow feeling.\\nNow had this deacon been at prayer.\\nOr obeying the laws of the nation,\\nThe honest dog might have lived that day,\\nAnd Satan had vacation.\\nYANKEE DOODLE.\\nThere was a Deacon and a Clown,\\nAnd it was his desire\\nThat the Locoes* of his town\\nWould consent to make him Squire.\\nChorus. Witli corncobs, Maggy, twist his hair.\\nWith dirty brats surround him.\\nLet hungry friends devour his corn\\nAnd angry creditors pound him.\\nAnd when Squire he Avas made,\\nHe could not serve his nation.\\nFrom inefficiency twas said\\nlie sent in his resignation.\\nChortis.\\nLocofocoes or Democratic Party.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0490.jp2"}, "487": {"fulltext": "YANKEE DOODLE. 233\\nWhen liis resignation he did write,\\nIt was not drawn correctly,\\nHe only answered it is right,\\nThough no one did direct me.\\nNow to prove him more than fit\\nTo drive liis hogs to pasture,\\nlie did another ollice get\\nWhich is called road-master.\\nChomis.\\nChorus.\\nThat all might his importance see.\\nThat none might defy his wrath, sir\\nHe warned them with the gravity\\nThat Judges sentence deatli, sir.\\nChorus.\\nAnd though this Squire would not steal.\\nYet to make his neighbors grunt, sir.\\nHe from those neighbors front would wheel\\nThe dirt on his own front, sir.\\nChorus.\\nThe reason why I sang this Clown\\nIs that it ne er again be said, sir.\\nThe enliglitened people of this town,\\nChose their Squire by the size of his head, sir.\\nChorus.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0491.jp2"}, "488": {"fulltext": "234 COON ELECTION SONG.\\nTHE DARKIES JUBILEE.\\nCome, Organ-grinders, what you about\\nScrew up your ])i})es, and let yourselves out;\\nDe Fourth am com in, and all am free,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2And the colored man s bound to have a good\\nspree.\\nDe white folks tink dey am mighty in inwen-\\ntion,\\nAnd make a great fuss at the w^orld s conwention,\\nBut it s no use for m to bray bout de fair,\\nFo dey ll neber learn for to curl de hair.\\nWhen de black man gets a mighty nation,\\nDe white folks da l try to claim relation\\nBut dey need t think about that they can t com-\\npare.\\nFor if dey flat de nose de heel ain t dere.\\nCOOX ELECTION SONG.\\nYou tink because we am colored folks,\\nSome tings we do not know\\nBut if you will listen here awhile,\\nA ting or two I ll show.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0492.jp2"}, "489": {"fulltext": "COON ELECTION SONG. 235\\nHow they wheel about\\nAnd turn about,\\nAnd do just so.\\nAnd we carry off de loaves\\nAnd de fishes for de crow.\\nI am de slave of Mr. Pork,\\nAnd I ll tell you Avhere I dwell\\nJust this side of Texas,\\nWhich is next door to h well.\\nSo I ll wheel about.\\nNow some of you begin to grin,\\nAnd some say, how you talk;\\nTo call a lubly candidate.\\nThe name of Mr. Pork.\\nHoAv you wheel about.\\nNow I ll explain the thing to you,\\nAnd show you very plain\\nSo all of you may understand.\\nThat there s guts into his brain.\\nSo you wheel about.\\nThat General Jackson was a swine,\\nThat no man will dispute\\nAnd that the present candidate,\\nIs come of the same root.\\nSo they wheel about.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0493.jp2"}, "490": {"fulltext": "236 THE SLAVE TO INTEMPERANCE.\\nAnd when you catch and kill em,\\nWhy tis as plain as chalk,\\nMarked upon a colored man,\\nThat a dead hog is pork.\\nSo they wheel about.\\nAnd when you come to reflect on this,\\nI tink you all must say\\nThat let the hog be dead or alive\\nYou better vote for Clay.\\nSo don t wheel about.\\nTHE OLD TOPER.\\nWhen mild November s sunless days,\\nMade cabbage market dull.\\nOne evening as I wandered forth,\\nOn the banks of Kill-Von-Kull,\\nI spied a man wliose tottering step,\\nSeemed weary worn with care\\nOr else of sweet forgetfulness,\\nHe had a double share.\\nTHE SLAYE TO INTEMPEEANCE.\\nBefore the lagging winter s sun.\\nProclaims the coming morn,\\nAh, man that s born to miserj^,\\nMust rise to get his horn.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0494.jp2"}, "491": {"fulltext": "TO MRS. SIMON PETER. 237\\nOLD BUSTER.\\nOld Buster, what a green grave thy belly would\\nmake,\\nT would need no stone, the grass its resting-\\nplace would show\\nWhy don t you die for the poor churchyard s\\nsake,\\nAnd cattle to thy grave in ])i]grimage would go.\\nTO MRS. SIMON PETER.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0tEolus and old Boreas, might either claim the\\ndame,\\nBut both of them for blowino; have had enough\\nof fame\\nAnd as for human nature, mankind will ever\\nslumber.\\nWhich Satan, wisely knowing, has put his mark\\nupon her.\\nN. B. Now don t blow this about, the season is so\\nairy.\\nRemember if you dc, you can t call me dear-\\nest Mary.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0495.jp2"}, "492": {"fulltext": "238 ON SEEING A TO UNG LADY S Dili TY Nh CK.\\nON BURYING A DEAD HORSE.\\nMan and horse\\nMust have their course,\\nAnd til is the last.\\nThey will not save\\nThough in their grave,\\nThey ll stink at last.\\nPOPE, HOLD TIIY PEACE.\\nPoi E, hold thy peace, tis folly to proclaim.\\nThat mean self-love and social are the same.\\nON SEEING A YOUNG LADY S DIRTY\\nNECK.\\nFor God s sake, S wash your neck,\\nBefore it sends your soul to wreck\\nFor if the ^NFoslem faith is true,\\nThere is no hope in heaven for you.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0496.jp2"}, "493": {"fulltext": "WOULD NOT BE A SLAVE. 239\\nTHE PROPHECY.\\nSome low canaille shall grasp thee to his arms,\\nAnd blast the beauty of those youthful charms\\nThen the blithe spirit that makes thee feel so gay,\\nShall only serve to wear thy life away.\\nTO JANE.\\nWhy wish thee on a foreign strand,\\nAVhy should oblivion seal thy doom\\nThou lovely flower that well might stand\\nWhere thousands cultured fondly bloom.\\nI WOULD NOT BE A SLAVE.\\nI WOULD not live a woman s slave,\\nAnd be unto myself untrue\\nKor do I much attention crave,\\nI only ask from them my due.\\nIf my demand should make them wonder.\\nJust tell them, I say, go to thunder.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0497.jp2"}, "494": {"fulltext": "240 YANKEE DOODLE DEWEY.\\nYANKEE DOODLE DEWEY.\\nYankee Doodle came to town,\\nAnd found the Spanish kicking,\\nHe said You pu})pies, make less noise.\\nOr else you ll get a licking.\\nYankee Doodle Doodle do,\\nYankee Doodle Dandy.\\nKeep the step and keep the time,\\nAnd let the girls go handy.\\nThen madden d Spain struck up her band,\\nIn angry passions gluey,\\nSwore she would lick us Avith one hand.\\nThen long came Yankee Dewey.\\nHe cleared for fight with all his might.\\nAnd in sailed Yankee Dewey\\nYankee Doodle Doodle do,\\nYankee Doodle Dewey.\\nThat gallant fleet that once was Spain s\\nIs hardly now worth owning\\nThat valiant crew has all been slain,\\nOr on the beach lay groaning.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0498.jp2"}, "495": {"fulltext": "THE PATRIOT S CALL. 241\\nThen noble Dewey, Yankee like,\\nLooked up his wounded foemen\\nHe still respects a fallen foe,\\nBut yields his flag to no man.\\nHe cleared for fight, with all his might\\nAnd in sailed Yankee Dewey\\nYankee Doodle Doodle do,\\nYankee Doodle Dewey.\\nTHE PATRIOT S CALL.\\nHelp me, ye powers Divine, my country calls\\nHelp Oh, help before ray country falls\\nThe contagion spreads, and bolder villainy grows,\\nVice hides no more, corruption overflows\\nAnd still my country s better parts give way.\\nAnd, crouching, cry, who will the villains stay?\\nIs virtue dead, and honor palled with fear?\\nHas freedom fled, and hope refused to cheer\\nIs it for this our fathers fought and bled\\nAnd is it for this our noble statesmen led\\nIs this the land where freedom proudly shone\\nIs this the land that reared a Washington\\nShades of our fathers, can ye not return.\\nSons of the brave, with freedom s spirit burn\\ni6", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0499.jp2"}, "496": {"fulltext": "242 URALDO AND DUNA-RINA.\\nYe statesmen dull, slaves of lucre s pellucid\\ncharm,\\nArouse, we call for right, and save our state from\\nharm.\\nTis thine the power to save our falling state\\nNor party lines, nor pelf, should bid thee wait,\\nSpring to the helm, avert the dangerous shock,\\nAnd save our state ship from the (hmgerons rock;\\nAnd save our honor from ignominy and sliame.\\nAnd build yourselves an early statesman s name.\\nOur mucli loved land save from inijiending fate,\\nFrom dire disaster, and avenging hate.\\nURALDO AND DUNA-EINA.\\nEvEKiNA, draw near the aged bard, tliat thy\\nyellow locks may lloat amid my gray hair, and\\ntliy bright sparkling eyes beam on my sightless\\norbs. Strike the harp! and I will sing you a\\nsong of times that have winged far distant into\\nthought of deeds of the years of memory, when\\nwar rolled over our land, like the waves on a\\nstormy sea they play on the mind like the restless\\nfires of the north, like a meteor they light the soul.\\nWe saw the red flag of Britain, but we were un-\\nequal to the fight. We waited our coming friends,", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0500.jp2"}, "497": {"fulltext": "VRALDO AND DUNA-ttlNA. 243\\nfrom Ai iiio s rock}^ bounds, and Sligo s shaggy\\nside. But the foe swept over the land like the blast\\nof the desert. At length we gathered round and\\nfell on his scattered rear. He turned, terril)Io as\\na lion when the hunters wound him with their\\nspears. Who can describe the meeting of hosts,\\nwhen the heroes themselves know not the s[)eed\\nof the valiant? We pour in like the mountain\\ntide when the snows are wasting before the sun.\\nUraldo heard the distant din of arms, he left\\nthe lovely Duna-rina, the white-handed daughter\\nof the harp. lie seized the spear and rushed head-\\nlong on the foe. Feeble was the youth for the\\nbattles of heroes. His skill was in the strife of\\nlove. Wounded he turned aside in the eddying\\ntide of war. The foe broke through our lines\\nand fled from the field, like raging lire before\\nthe driving wind. We pursue them to their dark\\nbosomed ships, and they spread their white sails\\nto the wind. Again we came to the field of i)lood\\nto bury our fallen friends. Uraldo sat by foamy\\nI )un-lumar. By his side was Duna-rina, with eyes\\nof heavenly hue. She watched the tide of blood.\\nIlis quivering lips foretell its ceasing ebb she\\nseized his bloodless sword, and plunged it in her\\nbosom of snow! lIcMlrew the sword from the\\nwound to mix his blood with hers but the wound\\nof the foe prevailed Their spirits fled together", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0501.jp2"}, "498": {"fulltext": "244 URALDO AND DUNA-EINA.\\nto the airy balls of their fathers. Their blood\\nmarked the place of their graves. AVe placed\\nthem side by side. Peace nestled in the walls of\\nour cots. The foe no longer riots over our land.\\nBut we meet their sons in peace, and they rejoice\\nin our strength. The stranger beholds their\\ntomb, and hears the sad tale of their love. He\\nsees them still suffering in youth, and waters their\\nmoss -bound graves with a tear.\\nDERICK AND HENDRICK.\\nOft it is said, and oft it seems too true, that\\nfairest flowers fade first too delicate to touch,\\nand finest fruit is early stung, and drops to earth,\\nere the genial sun has ripened into seed. Such\\nwere the subjects of my story, or such they\\nseemed glorying in their strength they had\\nreached those years when every selfish thought\\nmust yield to generous, manly pride. Not born\\nin luxury s lap, nor often dazzled by the glitter-\\ning ore, they enjoyed the sturdier pleasures\\nof an iron age they grew in love, as they in\\nstature grew, as gay as beautiful, and beautiful\\nas strong, and strong as tall, and tall as graceful,\\nand graceful as the weeping willow that bends", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0502.jp2"}, "499": {"fulltext": "DEEICK AND EENBBICK. 245\\nbefore the storm, that it may rise again in all its\\nformer grace and elegance. Though many a storm\\npassed liarmless o er, yet one there came to which\\nthey could not bend. Oh thou sacred power who\\nraised the Grecian Muse to mount on high Peg-\\nasus or thou, soul-inspiring spirit, who breathed\\nheavenly sounds on tuneful Maro s harp. Come!\\ngentle spirit, to my native soil, and throw before\\nmy guileless pen thy fancy -flitting dreams, and\\nclothe my verse in graceful mourning weeds.\\nYoung Derick and llendrick for rural sports had\\ndesigned the day to chase the furry race, or\\nhunt the feathered flocks. IIow short their sport,\\nhow near its close, were all their earthh^ joys\\nHard by their house a fruitful orchard stood,\\nbound by a hedge of elder, thorn, and briers fast\\nentwined thither along its line they bent their\\nway, on this side Derick, on that llendrick,\\nsought the game. In artful silence thus they\\nmoved along, each unconscious of his brother s\\ntread, till Derick a luckless redbreast spied, and\\nwith a hunter s motion almost quick as sight, levels\\nhis piece and aims the fatal blow.\\nWho can describe the feelings of that awful\\nshock, none but those that felt and those that\\nhave must die. Without one moment s warning\\nof thought or sight, to hear a much loved brother s\\ndying groan, and feeling with that loss the awful", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0503.jp2"}, "500": {"fulltext": "246 DERICK AND HENDRICK.\\ndeed his own Xor thickened briers nor oralline:\\nthorns can turn his course, but frantic toward his\\nunseen brother flies. Oh awful moment of con-\\nscious, careless guilt and shame, tlie ready censure\\nof a heartless world; with all the mingled passions\\nof fraternal love, yet all unequal for the while to\\nmatch his growing soul. Some God has strung\\nhis arm, some unseen Deity: or else himself a\\nGod has raised his dying brother from liie ground,\\nto interchange one look that told of accident, of\\npardon, love, and hope to meet again beyond the\\ngrave, then fled that soul and left two bodies in\\nits brother s charge, who on his shoulders raised\\nthe cumbrous weight his own unconscious as the\\nload it bore; his strength just lasting till tiie\\nthreshold past, then sinking underneatli the un-\\nwelcome load, never to pass that door again with\\nlife. The mournful truth once told he never sjioke\\nunbid again save that he told them Place light\\nthe clods upon my brother s tomb, for soon I ll\\nfollow. In vain they strive to comfort every\\nsolace proves in vain, no nourishment he took\\nunless to quiet anxious friends. Twas eight long\\nweeks before that manly form Avould yield to\\ndeath, yet fast the} saw him fail, and pined at\\nlength his life away; and in his death seemed\\npining still. Oh, death how keen thy two-edged\\nsword. They placed the brothers in one common", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0504.jp2"}, "501": {"fulltext": "THE PENCIL CUTS OF MY GRAND-PARENTS. 247\\ngrave\u00e2\u0080\u0094 they were lovely and pleasant in their\\nlives, and in their death they were not divided.\\nTheir aged parent thus of joy bereft,\\nNo son is theirs, no hope on earth is left\\nXo more the filial love that warmed the bovs,\\nShall crown tlieir bliss, or sweeten earthly joys:\\nTlieir tomb alone is left for them to view,\\nAnd memory })ainte{l too severely true\\nNo more they toil with comfort for their heirs,\\nNo treasures gain they by their frugal cares\\nNo more with joy they view the rising sun\\nCareless alike they see his journey run\\nNo more from nature seek a genial ray\\nBut pass their life a tedious polar day.\\nFROM THE FAMILY BIBLE.\\nDerick Ilougliland was born August 21st, 1750.\\nHendrick Houghland October 4th, 1753.\\nHendrick Houghland died September 23d, 1770.\\nDerick Houghland November 18th, 1770.\\nON THE PENCIL CUTS OF MY GRAND-\\nPARENTS.\\nTime, why has thou swept my fathers off?\\nAnd left those feeble pencil marks so true\\nThou seem st at nature s noblest work to scoff,\\nAnd say, Weak man, we leave this little toy to\\nyou.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0505.jp2"}, "502": {"fulltext": "248 TO MY OLD MARE.\\nCAN I WOUND ANOTHEE BKEAST?\\nCan I wound another breast,\\nFor one that deeply wounded mine?\\nThough once I have her power confessed\\nNo more I ll bow before her shrine.\\nTAKE ME, LADY.\\nTake me, lady, for your beau,\\nThe author of this humble line\\nSimple, by this, you well ma} know,\\nAnd softer as vour Valentine.\\nTO MY OLD MARE.\\nHealth and strength, the joy of youth, no more\\nthe friends of thee, poor old mare though not\\nforsaken, all thy friends are vain thee life en-\\ncumbers, oft in another s Avay, and always in thy\\nown, thou hast no joy to give for care, but will\\nnot die in debt, even memory of thy former worth", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0506.jp2"}, "503": {"fulltext": "A DISCOURSE ON INSTINCT AND REASON. 249\\ndoth pain it minds us of gathering storms we\\nsee impending fate. Oh life too long they span\\nwhen lengthened out with misery, twere better\\nin the earh^ bud to blight, than fade and wither\\nin the sun and drought but I will not blame thy\\nMaker with an impious thought, thou hast had\\nthy day of glory and renown, and far outlived\\nthyself, a ruined temple still remains for proof\\na heart of goodness, and an eye of fire\u00e2\u0080\u0094 fame for\\nthe world and pain for thee.\\nA DISCOUESE ON INSTINCT AND\\nEEASON.\\nInstinct is the mind s first natural impulse,\\nreason is instinct at a riper age, matured with\\ncare. The infant man and infant brute are on a\\npar, each having barely enough of this gift to an-\\nswer their immediate demands the brute increas-\\ning rapidly in its physical power is amply satis-\\nfied with that increase alone, which vastly pre-\\ndominates over its mind and robs it of its growth,\\nthis physical power remaining strong until the\\nwhole system is worn out.\\nThe cultivation of the former faculty is almost\\nentirely neglected, possessing just enough to an-", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0507.jp2"}, "504": {"fulltext": "250 A DfscniniSE 0\\\\ IXSTlXrr AXD UEAflON.\\nswer those ends wliicli nntin O is conslant ly i\\\\o.-\\niiKiiidiiii; lull man is possi sscd of a I ai dilVcrcnl.\\nnaUiro, slower in ])liysii al i;ro\\\\vtli, hutnunx- rapid\\nill montal tliouulit starting on a par willi liie\\nbruto, yet in lime ho. IxH onios as widely dillVrent\\njis the cliain (d natui-ewill admit, and wiiy \\\\\\\\r,\\nknow that vci^ctahle bodies are injnred by theii-\\nt lost^ ])ro.\\\\imity to one another, ami lliat wImti^\\nthei-e is an e.\\\\ti em( ly i aj id i:rowlli a minoi* can-\\nnot llonrish. And this, also, we may observ\u00c2\u00ab iu\\nanimals esi)eeially in m;in, we S( ldom nro. oni^ of\\n^i^antii- bnlk possessed of ])owerl id mintl, and\\ngenerally the rnnner, the wrestliM and the boxer,\\nan! otherwis(! inferior men, and the n ason istiiis,\\nthey have been early employed in that sort of\\ncultivation, and Ihey have left unstirred those\\nb(4ter faiadties while we often S(^e tluMinfoi-tu-\\nnate cripph^ ])oss(^ss( d of tln^ sti onj^x^st unnds (of\\nwhich iMexander I ope is a remai kable instance).\\nT\\\\\\\\r, man seldom i^i-owini; more than ten j)ound.s\\nin a year, leaves an ani|)le ni owth for that in-\\nstinctiv(i faculty with which at, lii-st In^ was so\\nseantily sni)plie(l, while (li( horse, and black cat,-\\ntle obtain an enoi-mous bulk in four years, and\\ntheir instinct but little increas( l from tlM bee-in-\\nninu; the b\u00c2\u00bbrmer has taken all I liei;-rowlh. I lant\\ntwo trees close to_i; eth( r and if nu5 cls the as-\\ncendency over the other it robs it of nearly all its", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0508.jp2"}, "505": {"fulltext": "A DISCOiruSK ON I NSTI N(^T A NJ) RKASOIV. 2^A\\nf^rowlli, lull, if llicir growth is (|u:il, (licy may\\nlloiii ish Io^cIIk!!\\nIMi( r(5 aro a groat vai ioty of insLincIs holli in\\nmail and beast, c.ich answering tho ends For wliidi\\ntliey were formed and the greater tlui variety of\\ninstincts tlio more rational their conduct,\\nMr. Smellio defines instincts to bo every origi-\\nnal (|iiality of iiiiii l wliidi iirodnccs feeling or\\naction wiien the |)fo|\u00c2\u00bber oltjeet is presented to it.\\nl rom tlio above facts and i-easoiiing, it seems to\\nbe a|i|)areiit that instincts are original |iialities\\nif lh(5 mind, tliat (3very ;iniiiial is possessed of\\nsonm of these (pialities of mind, tJjat the intelli-\\ngence and resources of animals are proportional\\nto I lie number of instincts with which I heir minds\\nan; endowed, that all animals are in some im^as-\\niii c! rational Ixmigs, and that the diginly and\\nsu|\u00c2\u00bberioi ity of tin; liiiman intcillect nvc necessary\\ni-esiilts, not of tin; coid ormation of oiir bodii^s,\\nbut of the great variety of instinct that nature\\nhas been pleased to confer on our species.\\nM. Diipont de N(!Jnours, in an article read l)e-\\nfore the National Institute in 1S07, advised to\\ndrop the term instinct altog(!thcr as the only\\nmeans (tf a-voiding the ro(;l s on some of which\\nevery writer has shipwrecked himself, lie as-\\ns(5rts that there is in fact no such thing in exist-\\nen(;e, and that i^vcvy acti(Ui wliich has hitherto", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0509.jp2"}, "506": {"fulltext": "252 A DISCOURSE ON INSTINCT AND REASON.\\nbeen described under such name is the mere re-\\nsult of intelligence of thought, habit, example, or\\nthe association of ideas.\\nBrown. There is no such special faculty as\\nreason, no ground for the distinction between\\nreason and judgment.\\nPrice ])i oves there are ideas which cannot be\\nresolved into experience, such as the ideas of\\ncause, time, space, etc., and must be admitted as\\nsimple primitive conceptions.\\nLocke. There are some brutes that seem to\\nhave as much knowledge and reason as some that\\nare called men.\\nDr. Priestly. With respect to intellect men\\nand brutes are born in the same state, having the\\nsame actual senses, which are the only inlets of\\nall ideas and consequently the source of all the\\nknowledge and of all the mental habits they ever\\nacquire.\\nCousin says reason is spontaneous or in-\\nstinctive.\\nFremont s Travels. I have been told by Mr.\\nBent s people of an ox born and raised at St.\\nYrain s Fort, which made his escape from them\\nat Elm Grove near the frontier, having come in\\nthat year with the wagons. They were on their\\nway out, and saw, occasional^, places where he had\\neaten and lain down to rest, but did not see him", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0510.jp2"}, "507": {"fulltext": "A niSCOUliSE ON INSTINCT AND BFASON. 253\\nfor about seven Iiundred miles, when they over-\\ntook him on the road traveling along to the fort,\\nhaving unaccountably escaped Indians and every\\nother mischance.\\nFremont s Travels. In a broad gully where\\nthere w^as no indication of water he found holes\\ndug by the w^olves about two feet deep; they were\\nnice little wells, narrow and dug straight down,\\nand contained excellent water.\\nDr. Darwin relates an incident to which he\\nwas an eye-witness, of a wasp having caught a\\nfly almost of her own size she cut off its head\\nand tail and tried to fly away with the body, but\\nfinding that, owing to a breeze then blowing, the\\nfly s wings were an impediment to her own flight,\\nand turned her round in the air, she came to the\\nground and cut off the fly s wings, one after the\\nother with her mouth, she then flew away with\\nthe body.\\nIn Captain Cook s voyage he has a singular\\ninstance of sagacity in the use of means in bears\\nin their mode of hunting the wild deer the bear\\nperceives them at a distance by the scent, and as\\nthey herd in low grounds, w^hen he approaches\\nthem he gets upon the adjoining eminence, from\\nwhence he rolls down pieces of rock, nor does he\\nquit his ambush and pursue his game until he\\nfinds that some have been maimed.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0511.jp2"}, "508": {"fulltext": "254 A DISCOURSE ON INSTINCT AND REASON.\\nWe have glanced at the brute, and now let us\\nlook to man see liini in our western territory but\\nlittle better than the brute, digging roots for a\\nscanty subsistence and possessing but little more\\nintelligence than the brute.\\nLook at them, in the Pacific Islands, look at\\nthem in New Holland, living in caves, mixing\\nup earth and baking it in the sun which makes\\nup a great ]xxrt of their food they never in any\\nsituation cultivate the soil for any kind of food-\\ncrop, they never rear any kind of cattle or keep\\nany domesticated animal exce])t the dog. They\\nhave nowhere built permanent dwellings but con-\\ntented themselves Avith mere hovels for tempo-\\nrary shelter, for the most part either bowers\\nformed of the branches of trees, or hovels of piled\\nlogs loosely covered with grass or bark which\\nthey can erect in an hour whenever they encamp.\\nThey have neither manufactured nor possessed\\nany chattels beyond such articles of clothing,\\nweapons, ornaments, and utensils as they might\\ncarry on their persons, or in the family store bag\\nfor daily use. Do these men show any superiority\\nover the brute surely none unless it is in killing\\nthem, which superiority one brute shows over\\nanother, and never can be considered a mark of\\nintelligence.\\nNow Australia.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0512.jp2"}, "509": {"fulltext": "A DISCOURSE ON INSTINCT AND REASON. 255\\nWe cannot with any degree of certaint}^ refer\\ntoman in his primitive state; we have but an\\niinj)erfect history of him, but this we know, that\\nwhilst the poets have to show man inferior in\\nstrength of body they have not attempted to\\nshow him degenerated in mind.\\nBut let us take the barbarian of tiie present\\na^e see him in our western country, the diersrer\\nIndians of California, digging root for a scanty\\nsubsistence and possessing but little more intel-\\nlect than the uninstructed brute.\\nI mean a particular tribe called diggers.\\nIn some parts of Africa have been found can-\\nnibals, and men who would cut steaks from living-\\nanimals and let them go to heal or die. Do you\\n\\\\vant anything nearer the brute than this surely\\ntis but a short link.\\nIt is not my object to reduce man lower than\\nhe really is, but to show the effect of moral and\\nreligious education upon him.\\nThat all cannot receive an equal share of edu-\\ncation is certain, which goes the better to support\\nour argument, and we should loath as much to be\\nclassed with some of these savages as our learned\\nfriends would be with the brute.\\nPeter, the wild man, they attempted in vain to\\neducate while many a bird has been learned to talk,\\nand many a brute has been taught to understand.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0513.jp2"}, "510": {"fulltext": "256 A DISCOURSE ON INSTINCT AND REASON.\\nWould the elephant be in dread if he learned\\nthe mouse was moved by the same mechanical\\npower, even though you could show him, link by\\nlink, the whole chain of connection would he\\nhave anything to fear from the mouse becoming\\nhis rival in strength\\nJust so man stands above the brute and his\\nfaculties do not differ in kind but in degree as\\nthere is but one sort of physical power, there is\\nbut one sort of mental and we do deny the ex-\\nistence of any such faculty as reason either in man\\nor brute.\\nReason is growing instinct, if not where is\\nthat mighty faculty at birth Man is born with\\na perfect physical system, then why not a mental\\nwhere is that embryo monarch that must after-\\nwards rule is it then the subject of a blind im-\\npulse, does it exist below the faculties of the\\nbrute or is it then a nonentity\\nAnimals are born with some part of that phys-\\nical strength with which they afterwards attain\\nin such perfection, and no one has disputed its\\nbeing the same, but the mind which is the man s\\nis denied having any birth at all.\\nSir Isaac Newton, astonished at the instinct\\nof animals, ascribed it to the working of a Deity\\nwithin and yet would you cull out our meanest\\npassions, our lack of reason and call it the work-", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0514.jp2"}, "511": {"fulltext": "A DISCOURSE ON INSTINCT AND REASON. 257\\ning of a God Is not reason capable of support-\\ning the man If so, then man s instinct is an\\nuseless appendage, the only thing in nature that\\nwas ever created in vain.\\nOur opponent has defined reason to be, the\\npower by which we distinguish truth from false-\\nhood, if so do not almost all the acts of brutes\\nprove them reasonable beings, the bare circum-\\nstance of their existing at all clearly demonstrates\\nthis fact, for without it they would not know\\nwhat food to eat or where to lodge themselves,\\nwithout it they could not have preserved their\\nrace against the insidious hunter for thousands\\nof years.\\nTraces of every instinct that man possesses are\\ndiscoverable in the bird or brute creation, and\\nthe combination of those instincts when well\\nbalanced make up the perfect mind upon such\\napparently mean bases is our reason established\\nhence we see the brute possesses the fundamental\\nprinciples of understanding but further into\\ntheir faculties we cannot see they may possess\\nprinciples of understanding that we know noth-\\ning about nor ever can know, for the mind can\\ncomprehend nothing where it has no natural\\nground to work upon in this way we may ac-\\ncount for the mysterious knowledge of many\\ninsects, the wasp that provides for a generation\\n17", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0515.jp2"}, "512": {"fulltext": "258 A DISCOURSE ON INSTtNCT AND REASON.\\nthat she is never to see, and that too without an\\nexample, or justified by her own manner of living.\\nLord Browh^oi says, May not the solitary wasp\\nhave its organs, and its senses so constructed as to\\nreceive an immediate gratification from collecting\\nand burying grubs true they may, but is it not\\nmore reasonable to suppose that they are pro-\\nvided witli faculties to pursue that course which\\nnature has designed for them We accuse them\\nof being very limited in their capacity simply be-\\ncause we are not capable of knowing their diver-\\nsity of action. How strange it must seem to the\\nwild brute to see two persons conversing, and lit-\\ntle do they know of the amount of knowledge that\\ncan be communicated in that way. It is not\\nmy object to prove a distinct sort of knowletlge\\nanion o-st them, but some difference in the forma-\\ntion of the organs of their brain, heart, nerve or\\nwheresoever their organs of knowledge may be\\nlocated.\\nThe arm of a man ends in a hand, the horse in a\\nhoof, and their action differs as widely as their\\nshape; yet they are both governed by the same\\nmechanical laws.\\nIt has been asserted that man s physical organ-\\nization constituted the foundation of his greatness.\\nIlelvetius said, Had the arm of man chanced\\nto have ended in a hoof he might yet have been", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0516.jp2"}, "513": {"fulltext": "A DISCOURSE OiV INSTINCT AND REASON. 259\\nfouiul in the wilderness. But I would like to\\ndiffer from that philosopher, first, because I am\\nnot willing to ascribe anything to chance, and\\nsecondly, because I saw a boy performing, who\\nwas born without arms, all the offices of the fin-\\ngers with his toes, and his feet did not differ in\\nappearance from ordinary feet. In most cases\\n\\\\vhere there is a will there is a ^vay.\\nThe beaver assembles in bodies of several hun-\\ndred, and choose a convenient station on a lake or\\nsmall river, regarding all its advantages with as\\nmuch judgment as it could be done by men, com-\\nmence building their dam, if one is required,\\ngnawing down large trees, sometimes more than\\nsix inches in diameter at th\u00c2\u00a9 place where they cut\\nthe trunk, and with so much judgment as to fell\\nthem in tlie direction they want them then by\\ntheir united efforts place them where they are\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0wanted to build the dam.\\nWhen finished and flooded, the}^ build their\\nhuts above the waters of the new lake, to suit\\ntheir convenience, having two apartments one\\npart to live in, and the other for the winter\\nprovisions.\\nA RARE SIGHT.\\nMy father and two cousins were out a-hunting\\nfor fur, near a beaver dam, and came upon an", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0517.jp2"}, "514": {"fulltext": "260 A DISCOURSE ON INSTINCT AND REASON.\\ninteresting sight. The snow was covered with a\\nthin glaze of smooth ice. On a side hill, a short\\ndistance from the water, were three young beavers\\na-coasting. They would climb the hill to a suitable\\nspot, squat on their hind legs, keeping their tails\\nunder them, and holding the end in their fore-\\npaws, and let themselves go swiftly down hill\\nwith apparent delight and repeating it until they\\nwere disturbed and then fled for the water.\\nBuffon had a single beaver, and it a]:\u00c2\u00bbpeared\\nrather a stupid animal, which goes to show it s\\neducation makes the beaver.\\nThe water moths which get into straw and adjust\\nthe case so that it can always float, whe it is\\ntoo heavy they add a piece of straw or wood, and\\nwhen too light a bit of gravel. Which of the two\\ndo you call this. Instinct or Reason\\nThe wild horses have their sentinel Avhile they\\nsleep. And the crows their lookout bird while\\nthey feed.\\nIn the Gth ward of the city of Kew York about\\n1833 or 1834, there was a large dog. If a penny\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^vas given to him he would go to a certain store and\\nbuy butter crackers he would lay his money down\\non the counter and bark until somebody waited\\non him. The crackers were four for a penny, and\\nhe would not take one, nor allow any one to touch\\nthe penny until foui crackers were laid down", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0518.jp2"}, "515": {"fulltext": "A DISCOURSE ON INSTINCT AND REASON. 261\\nthen he would pick up his crackers and leave the\\nstore, much to the amusement of all present.\\nREASON IS INSTINCT OF MATURER GROWTH,\\nOne instinct counteracts and modifies another,\\nthe instinct fear is often counteracted by am-\\nbition, and by resentment the instinct anger by\\nfear, by shame, by compassion, and sometimes by\\ncontempt. Of modified, compounded and extended\\ninstincts there are many examples. Devotion is an\\nextension of the instincts of love to the great\\nfirst course or Author of the Universe. Supersti-\\ntion is the instinct of fear extended to imaginary\\nobjects of terror. Hope is the instinct of love di-\\nrected to future good. Avarice is the instinct of\\nlove directed to an improper object. Envy is com-\\npounded of love, avarice, ambition and fear.\\nSympathy is the instinct of fear transferred to\\nanother, and reflected back upon ourselves. In tliis\\nmanner all the modified, compounded or extended\\npassions of the human mind may be traced back\\nto their original instinct.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0519.jp2"}, "516": {"fulltext": "262 MY LEADEN SOLDIERS.\\nMY LEADED SOLDIERS.\\nThere are many incidents in life that remind\\nme of a circumstance of my childhood. It was of a\\nChristmas day, and Santa Claus had supplied me\\nwith a company of leaden soldiers. There was a\\nhalf-witted fool living in the neighborhood, and\\nhe was my companion that day. He proposed\\ntrying how well ni} men could stand lire, and\\nat once carried his proposition into effect by\\nplacing a man on the stove, who soon ran into\\nshapeless ruin. Nothing daunted by his mis-\\nchievous ignorance, he sent another to bring back\\nthe first. Though loudly remonstrated against he\\ncontinued the sacrifice, and a ]iitched battle\\nensued, the noise of whicli brouglit my mother,\\nand I succeeded in retreating with the loss of\\nthree men, for which I have since been amply\\npaid.\\nWhen I see men running into mad speculations\\nthat can effect little or no good end, spending their\\ntime and money in climbing impervious moun-\\ntains, trying how far they can penetrate into\\nbarren sands, sending good men and ships after", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0520.jp2"}, "517": {"fulltext": "HOME. 263\\nthe long-lost Franklin, or a nortliwcst passage,\\nlosing army after army conquering countries\\nthey have no right to, or cannot hold, venturing\\nin business they do not understand, operating\\nwhere the losses must naturally be more than the\\ngains, and a thousand smaller follies, I think of\\nthe fool who, when he saw the second soldier did\\nnot bring back the lirst, would have continued\\nuntil he had consumed my whole army of leaden\\nsoldiers.\\nJan. 1853. Daniel Pelton.\\nHOME.\\nHome that s often embittered by our present\\nIts memory is always sweetened in the distance,\\nlike the aged brier bush that loses its thorns,\\nl)ut the sweetness of its roses are never forgotten.\\nAVhere now is the garden, the orchard, the wild\\npaths, and the mossy rocks In dreams I behold\\nthe rolling billows, and the dashing surf, I hear\\nthe cheerful sound of friends, I feel tlie warm kiss\\nof a sister; but I wake to toil and study. Will\\nI ever be rejtaid for this Am I not sacrificing the\\nbest blessings of life Does education alway make\\nus wiser, or study make us happier. Is the student\\nhappier than the peasant, or kings renowned for", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0521.jp2"}, "518": {"fulltext": "264 GARIBALDI.\\nwisdom But pardon my rebellion, I have been\\novercome by my social feelings; I know well it\\nraises us above the barbarian. Education is pecul-\\niar to civilization it enables us to bear our part in\\nsociety, it is protection, it commands respect, if\\nabroad or at home, if well applied, it makes our\\nfriends dearer, and our homes sweeter.\\nGARIBALDI.\\nBkave Garibaldi bravest of the brave\\nHeaven strung thy arm, thy bleeding land to\\nsave.\\nI often thought tbeir spirits were but one.\\nThe Wallace, Tell, and Godlike Washington\\nAnd still the si)irit comes on earth again.\\nAnd still the same assumes a magic name\\nThe magic charm infused in every breast.\\nThe freemen rallies tyrants know no rest.\\nFrom hill to hill 3 ^ou hear the gen rous cry,\\nAnd greatful pagans ring along the sky\\nTo arms to arms brave Italy to arms\\nThe Heavens re-echo Avith the loud alarms,\\nShall Latin prowess still forever lie,\\nAnd Rome s proud sons be recreant to theory;\\nShall Tuscan glory calmly fade away.\\nOr Venice, cringing, shun the glorious day", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0522.jp2"}, "519": {"fulltext": "TUE VISION. 265\\nIs there a spot tliat will not raise the cry\\nLong live tlie chief, and longer Italy\\nYe chiefs, arouse arouse, Italian race,\\nAnd breath Yesuvian in the tyrant s face\\nTHE YISIOK\\nAs I was travelling up the steep path of life I\\nbecame weary, and lay me down and slept and\\nas I slept I dreamt and a vision of fancy stood\\nin the distance, and it tempted the mind to leave\\nthe body as it were entranced, and pursued its\\nfancy until there was danger of its not returning\\nto its former habitation. I saw the soldier, strut-\\nting like a vain bird that hailstones might have\\nbrought fluttering to the ground, and freed its\\nproud spirit from its frail tenement. I saw the\\nvisionar} merchant, riding with scorn over his\\nfellow-men, where a blast from heaven might\\nhave swept his proud ship on the rocks, and made\\nhim an object of pity to the very men he scorned.\\nI saw the gambler, pursuing the fool, and sure-\\nfooted justice close upon hira with her iron grap-\\nples. I saw where the false harlot by artificial\\nlight, with painted face, had allured the thought-\\nless youth, and left him pale with disease, with", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0523.jp2"}, "520": {"fulltext": "266 THE VISION.\\nruined character, and broken frame, to die ere\\nyet be reached the prime of manhood.\\nAll seemed eager for that pleasure which tlieir\\nmisguided fancy led them to pursue but what\\nmost attracted my attention, was the reckless\\ncourse of the drunkard, hot with the fumes of wine,\\nhe bent his course where judgment never directed,\\nor caution never trod yet often, through the guid-\\nance of an unstx U spirit, he escaped unharmed,\\nsave that he had many days in one: insolent and\\nloquacious was his tongue, and many and foolish\\nwere the speeches that he made, yet at times would\\nhe burst forth more eloquent than sober reason,\\nand rushing along like a meteor consuming itself in\\nits brightness. He was beset on every side by evil\\nsi)irits, and seemed the helpless victim of them\\nall. His tattered garments lay his bosom bare to\\nthe storm, and poverty s half-mast flag drooping\\nfrom his rear. Sometime he stood on tiptoe erect,\\nthen, reeling and staggering, would fall grovelling\\nto the ground, and, vomiting, appeared meaner\\nthan the meanest brute; then rising in wild\\ndelirium with outstretched arms, and yelling like\\na demon, impetuous rushes forward on every\\ndanger that presented itself. I shuddered at his\\nhair-breadth escapes, but he seemed reckless of\\nthem all, until at length he spied in the distance\\na precipice, horrible to reason to behold, and by his", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0524.jp2"}, "521": {"fulltext": "THE VISION. 267\\nincreasing fury seemed deteniiined to ])rocipitate\\nhimself in tlie abyss below. Ag-aiii I shuddered\\nat the very thouglit, and ran to his I escue. Swift\\nby nature, my speed was increased l)y the cries\\nof a wi etched woman to save him. I could gain\\nnothing on him, for his helper was the strength of\\nmadness, lieaching that jjrecipice 1 hoped to see\\nhim ])ause a moment, but, daunted at notliing, he\\nprecipitated liiniself into that awful abyss then,\\nas though reason had just returned, with out-\\nstretched arms, and eyes turned towards heaven,\\nhe gave one shriek that will ring in my ears till\\nmemory ceases men may live fools, but fools\\nthey cannot die. I would have followed him\\nwith my eyes, but the depth, the darkness, the\\nhoi ror of the act, dimmed my sight, overpowered\\nmy imagination, and bewildered my brain. Af-\\nfrighted, I fled back to my former abode, and en-\\ntering sudden, I shook tlie body with such convul-\\nsions that it forgot its weariness, and springing\\nupon my feet we again pursued our journey.\\nBut the dreamer had not ceased to dream, nor\\nthe imagination broken its links. For what great\\nend was man created ^Vhy this joui-ney of life\\nSurely it was not that man should despise his\\nfellowman, or lead him into temptation and thus\\ncause him to mourn but is he not accountable\\nwho will not listen to the dictates of reason, and", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0525.jp2"}, "522": {"fulltext": "268 DEBATE ON SECRET SOCIETIES.\\nthus avoid many an unforeseen danger. If so,\\nthen wo to the crown of pride, to the drunkard\\nof Ephraim. I found, as the mind sobered from\\nfancy to reason, there was some truth in poetry,\\nand fiction was not all false and I thought again,\\nFor what great end was man created\\nARGUMENT BEFORE THE RICIIMOXD\\nCOUNTY ATIIEN^UM.\\nDEBATE ON SECRET SOCIETIES\\nThere are three principal objections to secret\\nsocieties.\\nFirst, the injury they are to the members them-\\nselves. Men are called awa}^ from their business\\nto attend to the private affairs of these societies\\nthey are introduced to compan}^ of a dangerous\\nnature. Their meetings are often held at Taverns\\nwhere they are tempted to drunkenness and\\nother vices, and if they escape these, the loss of\\ntime and the expenses incurred by the societies\\nare at least twofold more than their advantafjes.\\nIt has been said how many bless the day they\\njoined them Against them I Avould put those\\nthat curse it, and expect a large balance. I\\nwould beg leave here to mention an individual\\ncase I am acquainted with. An old lady whose", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0526.jp2"}, "523": {"fulltext": "DEBATE Oy SECRET SOCIETIES. 269\\nhusband was a iiieinber of three societies, to\\nwhich he had paid enough to have supported her,\\nbut all of which broke down in a short time and\\nleft her the cold hand of public charity. But\\na word for the public she had merit and they did\\nnot let her want.\\nBut for those great and good men who belong\\nto those societies, are they improved by them, or\\nis there any thing about them that is calculated\\nto improve the morals Must we take their laws\\nto judge of this Surely not, for what Society\\nof any character could exist amongst us without\\nsetting up a moral pretence? Can we judge the\\ncharacter of the Jews by the law of Moses The\\nopposition has assailed the fame of Washington;\\nbut in milder terms than their republican friends,\\nwho at his death proclaimed in their several\\npapers that the King of the federal rats is dead.\\nAnd that the name of Washington shall cease\\nto legalize corruption, but they have exalted\\nhim to the very heavens, deified him, and placed\\nmasonry as a diadem.\\nLet us judge of these societies by the influence\\nthey have had upon their members. It is a well\\nknown fact that the masons have ruined many\\nof their members by their contagious corruption.\\nAs to the secret manner of doing their charity,\\nwhoever they relieve, secret as it is, it is sure to", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0527.jp2"}, "524": {"fulltext": "270 DEBATE ON SECRET SOCIETIES.\\nbe found out and at the end of the year they\\nare sure to publish the amount of relief they\\nhave alTordcd.\\nSecondly^ the injury they are to the community\\nin which they exist. Every individual in the\\ncommunity is injured by the existence of these\\nselfish societies, the members bound to assist, pro-\\ntect and forward the interests of one another,\\nand in doing this they draw off their patronage\\nand protection from the community at large\\nmen have no right to pledge to a few what they\\nowe to the whole. What patronage we have to\\ngive should be given according to merit without\\nregard to the Society, church, or nation to which\\na man may belong.\\nI deny that families are societies. There are\\nmany things which transpire in families that\\nshould not be told out-doors, but often are but\\nwhenever it becomes necessary for them to enjoin\\ntheir secrets with the solemnity of an oath, the\\nsooner that family is broken up the better it will\\nbe for the neighborhood in which they live.\\nIt is said tiiat our Senators and Legishitors are\\nsworn but are they sworn with any such oaths\\nas the members of these societies take Do they\\nnot have the privilege of reading the oath before\\nthey take it, and cannot any citizen inform him-\\nself of the nature of it, if he chooses How they", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0528.jp2"}, "525": {"fulltext": "DEBATE OX SECRET SOCIETIES. 271\\ncan see in this ii parallel case 1 do nut know;\\nsurely there is no resenibhmce.\\nThe character of the State of Massachusetts\\nhas been assailed because she dared to legislate\\nagainst them she has been called the killer of\\nwitches. Although there is only one case on\\nrecord found and that of a very doubtful char-\\nacter, and how my o}){)onent makes this out\\nwitches, I cannot see but as further evidence of\\nher folly she opposed the last war* and this but\\nin that war f which no man doubts the justice\\nof, she was foremost. As for the last war with\\nEngland she did not think it policy to tight about\\na few millions when it was going to cost as many\\nhundred of millions that we were injured alike by\\nEngland and France, and they were equally\\nstriving to destroy one another,:}: and that we\\nshould not spill American blood in the cause of\\nthose who had done us wrons:. As to the riffht-\\neousness of the present war 1 shall leave every\\nman to judge for himself.\\nThey have employed men to erect buildings and\\nkeep those buildings shut up, so that they can\\nbe of no service to mankind, and they have taken\\nmoney to pay for them which, according to their\\nTlie war of 1812 and the war with Mexico.\\nf The waf of the Revolution,\\nX The war witli Mexico,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0529.jp2"}, "526": {"fulltext": "272 DEBATE ON SECRET SOCIETIES.\\nown argument, would liave been otherwise spent\\nand thus tliey have worse tlian wasted it And\\nas these societies increase, these evils will be aug-\\nmented. AVitli regard to their benevolence they\\nassist no more widows and orphans than they are\\nobliged to. The case must bean urgent one be-\\nfore it comes under their protection, and then\\nwhen they get any considerable number of in-\\ncumbents u])on them they are sure to break down.\\nThe laws of all civilized nations malce provisions\\nfor their dependent inhabitants equal to the gen-\\nerosity of their citizens, and how can it be ex-\\npected that those who have established themselves\\nfor sellish purposes will do more. And with re-\\ngard to education our State has made ample pro-\\nvision and in those communities where it has not\\nbeen done, I doubt very much whether the mem-\\nbers of those societies would think it worth w^hile.\\nThe men who assisted Mr. Cain I believe would\\nhave assisted him if they had not been Oddfellows.\\nThere is no evidence that the good Samaritan be-\\nlonged to a Society. They often impoverish men\\nwho are charitably inclined, they cut off the re-\\nsources of charity at least equal to all they can ac-\\ncomplish under the most favorable circumstances.\\nA man disposed to be charitable can put a dol-\\nlar in his pocket and do more good with it than\\nthese societies commonly do with two; there are", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0530.jp2"}, "527": {"fulltext": "DEBATE ON SECRET SOCIETIES. 273\\nno fees to bo ])ai(l out of it, uiul nothing to be\\npaid for banners to trump it about.\\n1 am Avillingto acknowledge the antiquity of\\nsecret societies, and we lioi)e they will be as ready\\nto acknowledge the founder, who was no less than\\nhis Satanic Majesty himself His first scheme was\\nformed in the abodes of bliss, and it is written so\\ncharming was the scheme that he drew over one-\\nthird of the celestial spirits, but, frustrated in that\\nscheme, he and his colleagues were lodged in the\\nburning lake, the first lodge, and from thence I\\nimagine they derived the name of their gloomy\\ncells but in his true spirit of extension desired to\\nhave a Lodge in the new formed creation We\\nsee him initiating himself in the good graces of\\nwoman by telling her she is in ignorance and\\npointing to the tree of life and knowledge, and\\nthere w^e plainly see the strongest feature in these\\nsocieties, and by which they are easily identified\\nto be the same. Like that tempting fruit they\\noften find the knowledge surcharged with ruin.\\nThirdly. The danger they are to the i-epublic.\\nThere is no state of things to justify the forma-\\ntion of these societies. Whenever it is necessary\\nfor men to form themselves into societies for the\\nprotection of the commonwealth, then there is\\nmerit enough in the cause to ensure secrecy with-\\nout the solemnity of an oath and where that\\ni8", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0531.jp2"}, "528": {"fulltext": "274 Debate on secret societies.\\noath is required it is much to be feared tluit the\\nmotives are impure. The secret societies of\\nFrance have been referred to, aud it has been\\nshown that they were in opposition. It has been\\nasked which were right, I would answer they both\\nwere wrong they were formed of tlie worst and\\nmost designing men of both parties, men that\\nwere not satisfied with the shiughter they liad\\nalready caused in Europe but were willing to sa-\\ncrifice the last drop of valiant blood in France to\\ncarry out their own selfish policy.\\nThey should not be tolerated because of the\\ndanger of taking an oath before we know the\\nnature of it. A man, once sworn, can not reveal\\ntheir secrets, however repugnant they may be to\\nhis feelings. Though crime and infamy should\\nstare him in the face, yet that oath is stronger\\nthan the love of country or of friends, for should\\nhe reveal it who would believe a perjured man, or\\nwho would have him for their friend. Tlie crime is\\nnot in keeping the secret but in taking the oath.\\nBut to this they woukl answer they have no\\nsecrets excejit a few signs by which they know\\none another, but well we know they have. The\\nsecret of the fate of IMorgan who dared reveal,\\nand well they keep it. It is the hankering after\\ntheir secrets that induced many to join them.\\nThere is no doubt but that they have secret by-", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0532.jp2"}, "529": {"fulltext": "DEBATE ON SECRET SOCIETIES. 275\\nlaws which they hold more sacred than the hiws\\nof the hind. Not that I would condemn all for\\nthe fate of Morgan I do not believe that the or-\\nganization as a society knows anything about the\\nfate of the wretch that violated his oath. I could\\nnot believe that our Presidents, our Governors,\\nour Judges and many others of our best citizens\\nwould tolerate such an outrage on our civil laws.\\nI would rather believe the four men that carried\\naway Morgan undertook the act on their own\\nresponsibility.\\nBut there are other dangers to be anticipated\\nof a still more alarming character, there are no\\nlimits to the extent of the schemes which they\\nmay carry on. They may easily form plans to\\nremodel or even to overthrow our republic. They\\nare often established by foreigners, and branches\\nof societies existing in governments opi osed to\\nthe liberal institutions of our own. Schemes\\nmight be carried on even through the ballot-box,\\nand should that fail, sudden and more forcible\\nmeans might be resorted to that would })rove de-\\nstructive to life and liberty. There are some\\nvisible things that justify these suspicions, the\\nhonors of pink, blue and scarlet, are purely foreign,\\nand resemble the purchase of squire and knight-\\nhood in foreign aristocracies, and not to be found", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0533.jp2"}, "530": {"fulltext": "276 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nin the free and enlightened institutions of our land.\\nNor are they allowed to address their superiors\\nwithout w^hat they call a suitable regalia, whilst\\nthe highest tribunal in our land may be addressed\\nby the plainest yeoman in his homespun attire.\\nMen thus trained to fealty in these nurseries of\\naristocracy may in time be in(kiced to overthrow\\nthose institutions that once they loved.\\nAKGUMETs T BEFOKE THE RICHMOND\\nCOUNTY ATIIEN^UM.\\nSubject.\\nOught the right of suffrage he extended to the\\nhlack i)op Illation.\\nPart 1st.\\nWhen in the course of human events it be-\\ncomes necessary for one people to dissolve the\\npolitical bonds which have connected them with\\nanother, and assume among the powers of the\\nearth, the separate and equal station to which the\\nlaws of nature and of nature s God entitle them,\\na decent respect to the opinions of mankind re-\\nquires that they should declare the causes which\\nimpel them to the separation.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0534.jp2"}, "531": {"fulltext": "RICHMOND COUNTY ATHEN^UM. 277\\nWe hold these truths to be self evident that\\nall men are created equal that they are endowed\\nby their Creator with certain unalienable rights,\\nthat among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit\\nof happiness that to secure these rights govern-\\nments are instituted among men, deriving their\\njust powers from the consent of the governed\\nthat whenever any form of government becomes\\ndestructive of these ends, it is the right of the\\npeople to alter, or to abolish it, and to institute a\\nnew government, laying its foundation on such\\nprinciples, and organizing its powers in such form\\nas to them shall seem most likely to effect their\\nsafety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will\\ndictate, that governments long established should\\nnot be changed for light and transient causes;\\nand, accortlingly, all experience hath shown that\\nmankind are more disposed to suffer while evils\\nare sufferable, than to right themselves by abolish-\\ning the forms to which they are accustomed.\\nBut when a long train of abuses, and usurpations,\\npursuing invariably the same object, evinces a\\ndesign to reduce them under absolute despotism,\\nit is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such\\ngovernment, and to provide new guards for their\\nfuture security.\\nSuch was the declaration of our fathers, when\\nthey woukl bear no longer their sufferings to", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0535.jp2"}, "532": {"fulltext": "278 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nthis they added a long train of grievances, the\\nthird article of which reads thus\\nHe has refused to pass other laws for the ac-\\ncommodation of large districts of peo])le, unless\\nthese people would relinquish the right of repre-\\nsentation in the legislation a right inestimable\\nto them, and formidable to tyrants only,\\nSuch were the grievances that urged them to\\nbattle, they did not hesitate to jeopardize their\\nlives and fortunes, and the world aj)})]au(led them\\nfor their deeds but the poor negro is not only\\ndeprived of his rights, and oppressed far beyond\\nwhat our fathers were, but the}^ are not allowed\\nto hold up their head when they come before us,\\nlest their strong effluvia offend the delicate\\nnerves of the paler species.\\nAre they not men are they not the seed of\\nAdam, and consequently our brethren Can their\\ncolor disqualify them for voting, or are they not\\npossessed of intellectual faculties sufficient to\\nguide them That they are men is sufficiently\\nproved by their intermingling with our race, that\\nthey are the seed of Adam, I trust will be readily\\ngranted. Then as it regards color disqualifying\\na man to vote, this leads to the inquiry into the\\ncause of color.\\nThe middle skin of the black man is found to\\ncontain small vessels of dark coloring matter", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0536.jp2"}, "533": {"fulltext": "BICHMOND COUNTY ATHENAEUM. 279\\nwliich sliines througli tlie outer or scarf-skin and\\ngives that complexion which is so offensive. If\\ncolor, then, is to be the criterion by which we are\\nto judge voters qualifications, where are w^e to\\ndraw the line of distinction If we are very nice\\nabout it, many a yellow-hided fellow who has\\nhitherto called himself a white man, will be in\\nserious danger of losing his vote.\\nAVliat is color The best ])hilosophy we have\\non colors, is that every color that is not visible\\nhas been absorbed into the substance, and hence\\nit appears that black is the only color that will\\nnot penetrate the negro or I should say the\\ncombinations that produce the negro s color are\\nrepulsed at his wall, wliilst the white man it may\\nenter to the very inner chambers of liis heart the\\ntruth of which is too often proved by the black-\\nness of his deeds. But I must not be too hard on\\nmy own color, but let it rest by giving you the\\nremark of a friend, that it does not make any\\nmore difference in the color of a man than it does\\nin that of a horse, or a dog. A Turkish charge-\\n(P Affaires, remarked, Xo Turk ever despisetl a\\nman on account of his skin.\\nAmongst the Turks and Persians, negroes rise\\nto the highest offices in the state.\\nIt does not appear to me that color can qualify\\nor disqualif}^ a person for voting, if so the Albino", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0537.jp2"}, "534": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2286 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nshould have two votes, though his parents were\\nas black as the ace of spades.\\nShould the white man vote because white skin\\nis beautiful Ask the toad what is beautj^ the\\ngreat beauty, the To kalon he will answer that\\nit is his female, with two great round eyes coming\\nout of her little head, her large flat mouth, her\\nyellow belly, and brown back. Ask a negro of\\nGuinea beauty is to him a black oily skin, sunken\\neyes, and a flat nose nor is the Guinea negro\\nalone in his notions of beaut\\\\\\\\ Herodotus, whom\\nCicero calls the father of history, tells us the\\nEthiopians excelled all other nations in longevity,\\nstature, and personal beaut}^, and that they ap-\\npear to be a superior species of our race.\\nThe black prince Memnon, who served the\\nTrojans, is constantly spoken of by the Greek\\nand Latin writers as a person of extraordinary\\nbeauty. Among the Greeks and Romans there\\ndoes not appear to have been any prejudice against\\ncolor, neither do they speak of the inferiority\\nof their intellect, they have not classed them\\namongst those innumerable hordes of hyper-\\nborean barbarians from whom we have the honor\\nof being descended, it is a prejudice that has\\ngrown up within a few centuries, it is a discovery\\nthat has been chiefly made since the discovery of\\nAmerica, and has principally grown out of that", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0538.jp2"}, "535": {"fulltext": "EICHMOND COUNTY ATHEN^UM. 281\\ncircumstance. Men went into the imboly busi-\\nness of enslavinf men, and then des])ised them\\nfor wearing their chains: and it is impossible to\\ndo away with shivery and persecution in tbe\\nsouth, until prejudice against color is done away\\nin the north and in order to accomplish this,\\nnow that he is no longer a slave, but has become\\na freedman, make him a voter, and it will ])e\\nnecessary to court his favor, which will have a\\ngreat tendency to do away with that prejudice.\\nTo so great an extent has this prejudice been\\ncarried that for a long time the colored people\\nwere not allowed to travel on our railroads, or\\nsteamboats, and now they are not admitted into\\na berth, though they should be dying for want\\nof it. Mr. Wright, a colored man, lost his wife\\nfrom such exposure.\\nThose hordes of paupers that land on our\\nshores, after a time, though not self-sustaining,\\nare allowed to vote, while the negro who has\\nproved he can not only sustain himself, but also\\nhis indolent master, is not allowed that privilege.\\nAudit is from that class of citizens there comes\\na loud clamor, the object of which seems to be,\\nto keep, if possible, a caste of Americans lower\\nthan themselves.\\nBut perchance I am too hard on that class of\\nforeigners, whose intellect, after all, may be of", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0539.jp2"}, "536": {"fulltext": "282 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nthat same raw, barbaric character, but not so\\nmildl} put, as the native xVfricans who tokl Man-\\ngo Park, that his was a great misfortune to be\\nso ugly and pale, have such a long nose, and thin\\nlips/\\nIt is true that there appears to have been some\\nof this pi ojudice among the Jews, against color;\\nbut tell us what the}^ were not prejudiced against?\\nthey were ])rejudiced against the God of their\\nfathers, who brought them up out of the land of\\nEgypt, and delivered them from bonchigc but it\\nis singular they should have had a ])rejudice\\nagainst a color that so closely proximated to their\\nown.\\nSaid Solomon in his Song of Songs, chapter 1st,\\n6th verse\\nI am black, but comely, O ye daughters of\\nJerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of\\nSolomon.\\n6. Look not upon me, because I am black, be-\\ncause the sun hath looked upoTi me m\\\\ mother s\\nchildi cn were angry with me; they made me the\\nkeeper of the vine\\\\ ards but mine own vineyard\\nhave I not kept.\\n7. Tell me, O thou whom mv soul loveth,\\nwhere thou feedeth, where thou makest thy flock\\nto rest at noon for why should I be as one that\\nturneth aside by the flocks of thy companions", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0540.jp2"}, "537": {"fulltext": "RICHMOND COUNTY ATHEN^UM. 283\\nOh, how strikingly that one passage reminds us\\nof the colored man in the south, they made me\\nthe keeper of the vineyards but mine own vine-\\nyard have I not kept.\\nSo sang the sacred old book, in its raptures of\\nlove and now for the new.\\nActs, the tenth chapter, 2Sth verse. Peter to\\nCornelius\\nYe know how that it is an unlawful\\nthing for a man that is a Jew to keep company,\\nor come into one of another nation but God\\nhath showed me that 1 should not call any man\\ncommon or unclean.\\nAnd again in the same chapter, 34th and 35th\\nverses.\\n34 Of a truth, I perceive that God is\\nno respecter of persons\\n35. But in every nation, he that feareth him,\\nand worketh righteousness, is accepted with\\nhim.\\nThat prejudice against color, no doubt, arose\\namong the Jews from the dislike they had to the\\nEgyptians, who had o[)pressed them for Hero-\\ndotus tells us the Egyptians were black, with\\ncurled hair.\\nNow, with regard to intellect, does our Consti-\\ntution require that a man shall be intelligent to\\ngive him a right to vote if so, why are they not", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0541.jp2"}, "538": {"fulltext": "284 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nchecked in thousands of cases men who, from\\nlack of energy, capacity, or morality, are crowd-\\ning our almshouses and jails and not only these,\\nbut thousands of those who make up the popula-\\ntion of our land are equally unintelligent; I\\nwould not send you in search of them over the\\nextent of our bro;id domain but I would refer to\\nour degenerate Iluffuenots, men who have had in-\\nstruction witliin their grasp, if they chose to lay\\nhold of it. I woukl have you compare them with\\nthe uninstructed negro, quick, briglit, and jwlite,\\nand naturally fond of sublime language, with the\\nstupid, conceited, and uncouth native, whose only\\nboasted knowledge is the road to Virginia, and\\nshould you doubt their intelligence by way of\\nproving it they will tell you they know blue\\npint isters from Okl Yegena s.\\nA race of rugged mariners are these,\\nUnpolished men, and boisterous as their seas\\nThe native islanders alone their care.\\nAnd hateful he that breathes a foreign air.\\nIt is not from a dislike to this people that I\\nhave brought them up in my argument, but it is\\nbecause the} are at hand, and every one knows\\nthe truth of it. But should they adopt the proper\\ncourse, they might again be restored to their an-\\ncient intelligence by their present negligence to", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0542.jp2"}, "539": {"fulltext": "RICHMOND COUNTY ATHEN^UM. 285\\neducation, the world no doubt is deprived of\\nmany a star that would brighten the fame of our\\nisland, and render important services to mankind.\\nFull many a gem, of purest ray serene,\\nThe dark, unfathom d caves of ocean bear\\nFull many a flower is born to blush unseen.\\nAnd waste its sweetness on the desert air.\\nAnd may not the negro again be brought to\\nhis former intelligence I will inquire of the\\nmonuments of anti(]uity what was the wisdom of\\nof former ages. Thebes with its hundred gates\\nstands a perpetual monument of the intelligence\\nof the negro, they were the fathers of arts and\\nsciences. Ethiopia was the nursery of knowledge\\nwhen the rude white man hunted the tusky boar;\\nit was the negro that first broke the path to\\nscience, and searched through nature up to\\nnature s God. He was religious, moral, and intel-\\nligent.\\nThe Thebans, says Diodorus, considered\\nthemselves as the most ancient people of the earth\\nand asserted that with them philosophy origin-\\nated, and the science of the stars.\\nTheir situation, it is true, is infinitely favorable\\nto astronomical observation, and they have a\\nmore accurate division of time into months and\\nyears, than other nations.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0543.jp2"}, "540": {"fulltext": "286 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nWliat Diodorus says of the Thebans, every\\nauthor, and himself elsewhere, repeats of the\\nEthiopians.\\nThe Ethiopians conceive themselves (says he)\\nto be of greater antiquity than any other nation\\nand it is probable, that born under the sun s path,\\nits wanntli may have ripened them earlier than\\nother men,\\nThey suppose themselves also to be the invent-\\nors of divine worship, of festivals, of solemn as-\\nsemljlies, of sacrifices, and every other religious\\npractice.\\nThey affirm that the Egyptians are one of their\\ncolonies, and that the Delta, which was formerly\\nsea, became land by tiie conglomeration of the\\nearth of the liigher country, which was washed\\ndown by the Nile.\\nThey have, like the Egyptians, two species of\\nletters, hieroglyphics and the alphabet but\\namong the Egyptians the first was known only\\nto the priests, and by them transmitted from father\\nto son whereas both species are common among\\nthe Ethiopians.\\nThe Ethiopians, says Lucian, were the first\\nwho invented the science of the stars, and gave\\nnames to the planets, not at random and without\\nmeaning, but descriptive of the qualities which\\nthey conceived them to possess and it was from", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0544.jp2"}, "541": {"fulltext": "mCllMOND COUNTY ATHEN^UM. 287\\nthem that this art passed, still in an imperfect\\nstate, to the EgTi)tians.\\nIt wouUl be easy to multiply citations upon this\\nsubject from all which it follows, that we have\\nthe strongest reason to believe that the country\\nneighljoring to the tropic, was the cradle of the\\nsciences, and of consequence that the first, learned\\nnation, was a nation of blacks; for it is incontro-\\nvertible that by the term Ethiopians the ancients\\nmeant to represent a peo])lc of black complexion,\\nthick lips and wooly hair.\\nHomer corroborates the statements of the\\nother authors he speaks of them as a people re-\\nnowned for justice, and for length of da3 s, and\\nhe describes Jove himself as partaking in their\\nreligious rites, he says\\nTlie sire of Gods and all tlie etliereal ti ain,\\nOn tlie warm limits of the furthest main\\nNow mix with mortals, nor disdain to grace\\nThe feasts of vEtliiopia s blameless race\\nTwelve da^ s the powers indulge the genial rite.\\nAnd now that we have proved that the negro\\nwas once intelligent, what is to hinder him from\\nbecoming so again what an acquisition he would\\nthen be to our republic he would pa}^ part of\\nour taxes bear his share of the burdens of gov-\\nernment, and greatly strengthen us against our\\nforeign enemies.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0545.jp2"}, "542": {"fulltext": "288 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nThe negro should have a vote, because univer-\\nsal suffrage is the order of the day and its be-\\nnign influence should be extended to him he\\nshould have a vote because he is a democrat in\\nhis principles, and a liberal democracy is the pre-\\nvailing sentiment of the people, he should have a\\nvote, in order to strengthen that principle; for\\nthere cannot in the annals of histor}^ be found a\\nsingle instance where a people have enjoyed un-\\ninterrupted liberty without the privilege of the\\nelective franchise.\\nWhere their votes cannot repel it, useless labors\\nare heaped upon men splendid temples, and\\npalaces, are built that can be of no essential\\nbenefit to mankind, huge pyramids have been\\nerected, stones, weighing hundreds of tons have\\nbeen elevated to a great height which never\\ncould have been done, had the people who were\\ncompelled to do it had the privilege of voting\\nagainst it.\\nAnd now whilst the poor white man has his\\nshare of liberty he should extend it to the negro,\\nlest by some contrivance the rich should get\\ntheir foot upon his neck, and he should never be\\nrelieved. Unless the negro is represented in our\\nlegislature their liberty is in jeopardy and the\\nonly way to make them sure of that representa-\\ntion is to give them a voice in the ballot-box, that", "height": "2755", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0546.jp2"}, "543": {"fulltext": "RICHMOND COUNTY ATHEN^UM. 289\\nthe legislators may be compelled to do them jus-\\ntice through the dread of their influence.\\nThe negro should have a vote in the north for\\nthe bearing it will have upon slavery in the\\nsouth for it is by the influence of the north alone\\nthat emancipation in the south can be accom-\\nplished. The history of three thousand years has\\nbeen sufficient to prove that man of his own ac-\\ncord will never liberate man he who will not take\\na lesson from the past must blunder through the\\nworld on faithless hope.\\nThe negro should have a vote to reimburse him\\nfor the sufferings that our fathers have heaped upon\\nhim.\\nThe poor negro torn from his native land, not\\nas our fathers were, with the prospect of liberty,\\nbut riven from their families, their friends, and\\ntheir homes, were loaded w^ith chains, scourged\\nwith lashes, oppressed, and in many cases killed\\nwith labor.\\nThese heinous sins of our fathers are terrible to\\nreflect upon and unless we change our course\\nthere must be an awful fate awaiting this nation,\\nfor there is preciselv the same scenes going on\\ndaily within our territories. Yast numbers of\\ntraders are traveling through our land, wdiose\\nbusiness is to buy every negro that is offered\\nand daily is the father or mother separated\\n19", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0547.jp2"}, "544": {"fulltext": "290 AltGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nfrom their family never to behold them again,\\nand children severed from their ]xirents, and\\nevery social tie, whilst the cries of compassion\\nare only repaid by the wicked oaths, and cruel\\nscourges, of the ruthless white man. Our Hag is\\nthe true emblem of American liberty, her stars\\ns^nine forth for the favored Anglo-Saxon, and\\nher stripes for the poor persecuted negro.\\nAEGUMEXT BEFORE THE RICHMOND\\nCOUNTY ATIIEN^UM.\\nSUBJECT.\\nOught the right of suffrage he extended to the Hack\\npojmlation.\\nPart 2d.\\nWith what reluctance my opponent took hold\\nof this subject, how strong were his feelings of\\nsympathy for that unfortunate people, he did not\\nprojiose the question, he did not volunteer to\\nserve on the negative I know he is not exerting\\nevery faculty to carry his argument.\\nBut fardifferent are the feelinirs tlint ]irompt me\\non with joy I assist the wretciied, and never", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0548.jp2"}, "545": {"fulltext": "RICHMOND COUNTY ATHEN^UM. 291\\nraised a stahvart arm against the oppressed. I\\nknow it is better to go Avith the multitude to do\\nevil, than to incur popular odium in resisting it\\nbut, be the consequence what it may, I will prose-\\ncute my argument in a firm and fearless manner.\\nMany men have not dared to advocate their cause\\nfor fear of an ignorant, and worthless rabble, and\\noften when they have dared to do it, have\\ntheir houses been stoned for daring to advocate\\nthe cause of the down-trodden sons of Africa.\\nAs the first objection wns to equality, I shall\\nendeavor to prove it the Creator has given to\\nall men the same organs, the same sensations,\\nand the same wants and has thereby sufficiently\\ndeclared that he has also given them the same right\\nto the use of its benefits, that in the order of na-\\nture all men are equal.\\nInasmuch as this power has given to every\\nman the ability of preserving and maintaining his\\nown existence, it clearly follows that all men are\\nconstituted independent of each other, that they\\nare created free, that no man can be subject and\\nno man sovereign, but that all men are the un-\\nlimited proprietors of their own persons.\\nEquality, therefore, and liberty, are two essen-\\ntial attributes of man two laws of the Divinity,\\nnot less essential and immutable than the\\nphysical properties of inanimate nature, equality", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0549.jp2"}, "546": {"fulltext": "292 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nand liberty, constitute the physical and unalterable\\nbasis of every union of men in society and of\\nconsequence the necessary, and generating prin-\\nciple of every law, and regular system of gov-\\nernment.\\nIt is because this basis has been invaded, dis-\\norders have been introduced amongst societies,\\nwhich has at length excited them to resistance,\\nit is by acting in conformity with this rule that\\nyou can reform abuses, and constitute a happy\\norder of society.\\nLook to the heavens that gives you light, to\\nearth that nourishes you. Since they present to\\n3 ^ou the same gifts, since the Power that directs\\ntheir motion has bestowed on you the same life,\\nthe same organs, the same wants, lias it not also\\ngiven you the same right to the use of its benefits,\\nhas it not therefore declared you to be all eipial\\nand free What mortal then shall dare refuse to\\nhis fellow creature that which is granted him by\\nnature Let us banish all tyranny, and since man-\\nkind are all constituted alike, let there therefore\\nexist but one law, that of nature, one code, that\\nof reason, and but one tribunal that of justice\\nAnd next with regard to property qualifica-\\ntions, has not the poor man an equal love of\\ncountry, of friends, and the prosperity of the\\ncommunity has he not all at stake, and is not", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0550.jp2"}, "547": {"fulltext": "ntCHMOND COUNTY ATHUN^UM. 293\\nhis means of living as precious to him, as the rich\\nman s fortune, who in many cases would destroy\\nthe free institutions of our land to perpetuate that\\nfortune to his posterity\\nIs he more intelligent than the poor; is it to\\nbe supposed that a man Avho has devoted liis\\nwhole life to the gathering of riches can be as\\nintelligent, as he that has devoted jiart of that\\ntime to the acquiring of knowledge Look at the\\nbiography of intelligent men, ])hilosophers, and\\npoliticians and is- it not a rare instance to find\\none that ever accumulated a fortune? It is true\\nthat some have inherited them, and some have\\nenjoyed the benevolent gifts of the rich, who\\nwished to be immortalized by them, but by far\\nthe greater part have lived and died in poverty.\\nAn old anecdote leads me to the following\\nsuppose two men starting in tiie workl together,\\nthe one marries, and devotes his whole substance\\nto the rearing and educating of his family, the\\nother remains single, and employs his strength\\nin the raising of donkeys, when he has reared a\\nsufficient number of them he sells them, and pur-\\nchases property, now who is best entitled to a\\nvote, the man who has replenished his country\\nwith useful citizens or the man that has stocked\\nit with jackasses\\nThose countries have enjoyed the greatest", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0551.jp2"}, "548": {"fulltext": "294 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nliberty whose locality has prevented the accumu-\\nlation of riches. Who are they, whose ances-\\ntry in their present localities stretches backward\\ntill its fading memorials out-measure not only all\\nthat has been written, but all that has been\\nerected in brick or in marble, or in the aged\\ngranite itself, the primeval father of mountain,\\nand of rock\\nAre they the inhabitants of fertile plains\\nspreading wide their productive bosoms to tlie sun,\\nrich in flocks and herds, thronged with villages\\nand joyous with cities and palaces I trow not\\nThey are the men of the mountain and if there is\\nlove of country upon earth, you will find it where\\nthere is only a mountain pine, a mountain goat,\\nand a mountaineer, as fast rooted and as firm\\nfooted on the rock as either.\\nGlance your eye over Asia, and yon shall find,\\nthat while conquest, and change of race, have\\nswept the plains of Euphrates, and Ganges, like\\na flood, and the level steppes of Siberia like the\\nnorth wind. Caucasus, and llinuilaya, have re-\\ntained their people, and their tuneful cliffs echo\\nthe same language as they did in the days of the\\npatriarchs. And who, too, had footing on the\\nAlps before the Swiss, or on the Pyrenees before\\nthe Basques and how long did the expiring\\nsounds of the Celtic language wail among the", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0552.jp2"}, "549": {"fulltext": "nWBMOND COUNTY ATHENJEUM. 295\\nCornish rocks, after the lowland of England had\\nbecome Eoman, Saxon, Dane, and Xorraan, by\\nturns, and the mingling of a five-fold race had\\ngiven to the country the most capable population\\nunder the sun Turn whithersoever we will on\\ntlie surface of the globe, or in the years of its\\nhistory, the discovery is ever the same.\\nIn order to perpetuate independence our nation\\nmust not become too rich, Lycurgus knew this\\nfact and established equality among his adherents.\\nSuch is the true spirit of aristocracy, that it\\nmatters not whether a man is Christian, or Turk,\\nwhite or black, if he only has property, they\\nwould give him a vote, if he has money, they will\\ngive him influence, yea, if he has wealth enougli,\\nthey would sell him your very liberty think not\\nbecause you have a vote yourself, you should be\\ndeaf to the rights of the negro but remember\\nthat he has once had a vote, and lost it, and there\\nis no more impossibility in any other distinct class\\nof people losing theirs wherever the designing\\ncrafts of the rich shall enable them to excite a\\nsufficient prejudice against one another, and thus\\nby degrees may your liberties be wrenched from\\nyou.\\nDo not compromise liberty, or justice, give to\\nevery negro a vote, or do not allow them to vote\\nat all.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0553.jp2"}, "550": {"fulltext": "296 ARGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nThey are not required to bear arms, and why\\nBecause we have oppressed and abused them until\\nwe are afraid of a just retaliation but the negro\\nis brave and willing to defend his country. There\\narc numerous instances of this, one of which, I\\nshall relate A negro on board the Constitution,\\nwho while loading a cannon had both his arms shot\\noff, said to his comrades, I can be of no more\\nservice to my country, and plunged into the\\ndeep.\\nThey are not obliged to serve as jurymen,\\nneither do they get justice done them when they\\ncome in our courts.\\nThat the negro is incapable, or is not yet quali-\\nfied, let us compare him with the electors of\\nMississippi of the white i)opulation that are over\\ntwenty-one, but one-twentieth part can read\\nhow does that compare with the state of our\\nnegroes? If they are not naturally intelligent,\\nwhy do the laws of the slave states punish a man\\nfor teaching them to read In Virginia it is forty\\nstripes, and six months imprisonment for the first\\noffense.\\nIf they are not intelligent, why do you send\\nyour missionaries among them If they are not\\nworthy to come among men, and be treated as\\nrational beings, how can you expect them to be\\nreceived by your God.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0554.jp2"}, "551": {"fulltext": "RICHMOND COUNTY ATHENAEUM. 297\\nBy giving liiin a vote, he will make it his busi-\\nness to understand our government, wljieh will\\nincrease his intelligence; it will give him con-\\nfidence in our institutions, it will induce him to\\naccumulate property, and thereby enable him to\\nlabor for himself, and thus diminish the number\\nof dependent laborers, who are continually mak-\\ning the rich richer.\\nForeigners are required to be in the country\\nfive years, to qualify them for voting and many\\nof them in that time do not learn our lanirnaoe\\nmany of them land upon our shores in ignorance,\\nand settle in the wilderness among a people more\\nignorant, if possible, than themselves, and it is\\nnecessary to give the negro a vote to counter-\\nbalance their destructive influence. I speak of\\nthe hordes of rabble only, that are poured in upon\\nus. Among us there are many intelligent men\\nAvhom I highly respect.\\nOur friend has attracted the attention of the\\nladies by pleading, or rather burlesquing, their\\ncause but I would place them in political, as St.\\nPaul has placed them in religious, affairs, Let\\nyour women keep silent in the churches, for it is\\na shame for a woman to speak in the church.\\nBut who that has read the lives of female\\nsovereigns can doubt their capacity when they\\ndevote their attention to it but he has extended", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0555.jp2"}, "552": {"fulltext": "298 ABGUMENT BEFORE THE\\nhis sympathy still further, to Avhat he calls the\\ncolored ladies, but for my part I have no pre-\\ndilection for them, but shall leave their friend to\\nplead their cause.\\nHe would not give the negro a vote, because,\\nit is a great tiling to be a Roman citizen.\\nAre we less Koman because he is made more\\nIs he not as much a man of Tarshish as we are I\\nlike that part of your argument well, let him pro-\\nclaim himself an American, and a voter, and let\\nthat be an ample protection for him that the\\nlawless mob may not fall u]wn him, and beat him\\nwithout any cause, or provocation for you have\\nseen the pale ruffian of Kew York fall upon them\\nand beat them in a cruel and merciless manner\\nfor no other than the sin of being black. IMen for\\ndaring to advocate their cause have had their\\nhouses stoned, their furniture piled in the street\\nand burned they have dared to mar, and at-\\ntempted to fire the Holy Sanctuaries of God, be-\\ncause it was the opinion of their preacher that\\nour Saviour was a dark-complexioned man.\\nAs it regards the increase of their population,\\nI have not been able to ascertain the facts, but\\ncommon fame reports them to be fast decreas-\\ning, that they cannot stand our northern climate,\\nso I think we have little to fear on that head\\nbut T have ascertained some facts as it regards", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0556.jp2"}, "553": {"fulltext": "RICHMOND COUNTY ATHENAEUM. 299\\ntheir increase in the south, and it will show the\\nfearful advance of slavery in our nation.\\nIn seventeen liundred and ninety the number\\nof slaves in the Union was five hundred thousand,\\nand it is now three million so we have more\\nslaves amongst us now than there was freemen in\\nthe revolution. We may close our eyes to the his-\\ntory of their wrongs, their unrequited labor, and\\nunrevenged injuries, but the curse will fall upon\\nus at last.\\nVengeance divine to punish sin moves slow,\\nThe slower is its pace, the surer is its blow,\\nBut in the north we have nothing of this in-\\ncrease to fear, they will not increase from immi-\\ngration. No African of his own accord would\\ncome to this country, for our iniquity has reached\\nthe furthest corners of the earth for, said a\\nheathen of the Pacific Islands, I will not become\\na Christian for fear you will make me a slave, nor\\nwill the report cease with the bounds of the\\nearth the cry shall go up to Him that knows no\\ndistinction of color for believe me, brothers of\\nthe Athenieum, though you have often heard\\ntheir black souls damned, they are as white as\\nours.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0557.jp2"}, "554": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0558.jp2"}, "555": {"fulltext": "LETTERS.\\nNew York, :N ov. 23, 1S99.\\nMy dear IMr. Peltox\\nI liave read with interest and ])leasure your\\nbook of poems to the careful reader they appeal\\nless to the sense of the critic than to the heart\\nof the friend. The greater number are pervaded\\nby that sweet sense of religion that impresses the\\nthoughtful one and immediately brings into ques-\\ntion the life of the author. Alas among our\\nmost widely read and standard writers, how often\\nthe knowledge of some dark cloud above the\\nhorizon of that life spoils for us the beauty of the\\nthought embodied in the verse I As we scan the\\nlines of the beloved bard, so well known throuirh-\\nout our rural Island of the States, w^e feel that\\nthe fountain whence these rivulets of thouirlit\\nhave found their rise is crystal pure and deep,\\nthe career of the writer above reproach.\\nWhen the poet shall have iinished his last song\\nand laid aside the pen to take the palm, we who\\nremain shall take up the book, the precious me-\\nmento of his life-work, and read again these lines\\nThrough storm and calm, through life and dark,\\nAnd joys and ills. Thou guid st our bark,\\nAnd when at length the strife is past,\\nThere is the Haven sought at last\\nFrom The Storm, 187S.\\nSincerely yours,\\nRead Benedict.\\n301", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0559.jp2"}, "556": {"fulltext": "302 LETTERS.\\nRichmond, Va., July 9th, 1897.\\nDanl, Pelton, Esq., Staten Island.\\nMy dear Sir,\\nI have the pleasure of acknowledging the receipt\\nof your Greenwood and other Poems and I\\ndesire to express to you the pleasure I have de-\\nrived from tlieir perusal. You have deservedly\\nearncnl the sobriquet of The Poet of Staten\\nIsland. It has l^een truly said, Poeta nascitur\\nn(m lit for no one who has not the divine affla-\\ntus can successfully enter this fori idden field or\\ngain admission into the portals of the Muses.\\nYour talents in the poetic line are as versatile\\nas your fancy and as lively as your imagination.\\nA brief glance at your poems has unearthed\\nmany hidden treasures. The Pomp of Wealth\\nis worthy of the Christian hiiosoj)her without\\nin any way reflecting the indilTerence of tlie\\nstoic, it is worthy of a J ope. Lamentation\\nis also a very sweet embodiment of philosophic\\nthought The line on page forty-one,\\nTl)e scene all fancy, but the fancy true\\nis worthy of a Longfellow Your Concluding\\nElegy is a very sweet little ])oem The Storm\\nis also very good. My Okl Shoes is in quite\\na diflferent vein from most of your poems, and", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0560.jp2"}, "557": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 303\\nreminds me of John. G. Saxe, in his best day. If\\nyour book contained nothing else but that beau-\\ntiful tribute To the memory of Burns \u00e2\u0080\u0094poor\\nBobbie Burns, it would be worth preserving.\\nDid you ever marry yet was evidently drawn\\nfrom the realms of the imagination, and not from\\npersonal experience,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Uceiitia vat urn of the\\npoet,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for knowing as well as I do the lovely\\nwoman, you have been so fortunate as to secure\\nas your life s companion, with\\nTliose sparkling eyes, that polished brow\\nThat almost heavenly grace.\\nShe could not be the scolding woman of your\\npoem.\\nThanking you for the book, I am,\\nVery sincere!}\\nJ. S. Moore.\\nRichmond, Va., January 15th, 1898.\\nMy dear Sir,\\nPermit me to congratulate you on having at-\\ntained so great an age, and I doubly congratu-\\nlate you on the fact that in your case it is not\\nattended with the usual afHictions incident to and\\nattendant upon long life, and that your eye is\\nnot dim nor your natural force abated, and that", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0561.jp2"}, "558": {"fulltext": "304 LETTERS.\\nin your strength there is not labor and sorrow.\\nUnder ordinary circumstances it might be con-\\nsidered obtrusive and ill-timed to offer my felici-\\ntations on this occasion to one with whom I have\\nno personal acquaintance, but the mind is bound\\nby no narrow horizon, thought eliminates space,\\nand there can be communion of soul with soul,\\nspiritual intercourse, intellectual aj)preciation\\nwithout physical contact or personal recognition\\nAnd wdien I look upon 3^our venerable })liilosoph-\\nical and classic features, I recognize that catholi-\\ncity of ideas, that thread of thought, that broth-\\nerhood of fellowship that makes all the world\\nakin. And I feel as though 1 knew you and that\\nmy greeting will not be misinterpreted or mis-\\nconstrued. It is said, you know, that great minds\\nrun in the same channel, and there is a free-\\nmasonry of intellect that is recognized by kindred\\nspirits There seems to be a curious fatality or\\ncoincidence in connection with your destiny and\\nthe name of Franklin, for I am told you were born\\non the birthday of that distinguished patriot, and\\nborn on Franklin street and married a Franklin\\nand I can but attribute that coupled with regular\\nhabits and a virtuous life, your longevity to the\\nfact that you followed the advice given to David\\nin his old age, to take unto himself a young\\nvirgin, that to her cherishing and ministrations", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0562.jp2"}, "559": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 305\\nis due the preservation of your physical and\\nmental vigor, and this conviction is confirmed\\nwhen I read those ardent lines\\nTO SOPHIE.\\nI ve thought of thee a thousand times\\nSince I beheld thy face\\nThose spai kling eyes, that polished brow,\\nThat almost heavenly grace.\\nOh no I ve thought of thee but once\\nIn one unbroken chain\\nAre bound my day -thoughts and my dreams\\nIn fancy s burning flame.\\nIn this busy, bustling life it is rare to attain the\\nage allotted unto man, three score and ten but\\nto bean octogenarian is quite a distinction, partic-\\nularly when coupled Jlens sana in cor pore sano,*\\nand when one s brow is decked with the Poet s\\nLaurel, and one s name is honored with the sobri-\\nquet of The Sage of Staten Island.\\nMay you live many years And when you are\\ngathered to your fathers may the turf rest lightly\\non your grave and your spirit be wafted on\\nangelic pinions to the God who gave it.\\nYery sincerely,\\nJ. S. MOOKE.\\nTo Daniel Pelton, Esq.\\nStaten Island, X. Y.\\nA sound mind in a sound body.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0563.jp2"}, "560": {"fulltext": "306 LETTERS.\\nMadison, Feb. 13, 1897,\\nDaniel Pelton, Esq., Staten Island, N. Y.\\nMy dear Sir\\nA few weeks ago I received your beautiful vol-\\nume, and have delayed acknowledgment until 1\\ncould find leisure to enjoy the perusal of the poems\\nit contains. They are tender, pathetic, sweet,\\nand that is the only kind of poetry for which I\\ncare. Such poetry has been one great comfort\\nand solace of my life, and now, in my oKl age,\\nis more precious than ever. Hence I prefer Mrs.\\nHemans to ]\\\\[ilton, and Mr. Pelton to the Iliad.\\nSo I thank you for your thoughtful courtesy,\\nand am doubly thankful to your estimai)le wife\\nfor inspiring tlie ])ublication of the volume, and\\nfor prompting you to send it to me.\\nHoping we may be permitted to meet before\\none of us makes the final journey to some Green-\\nwood. And with kindest regards to Mrs. J\\\\!lton,\\nand yourself (in which my good wife coi dially\\njoins)\\nI remain,\\nVery sincerelv vour friend,\\nWm. p. Lyon.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0564.jp2"}, "561": {"fulltext": "LETTEJiS. 307\\nFrom tlie TIev. L. II. Angiek, D. D.,\\n612 Tremont Street,\\nBoston, Sept. 23, 1897.\\nDear Mrs. Pelton\\nI was delighted to get ^^oiir kind letter of the\\n20tli, it revived pleasant memories. I beg to as-\\nsure your good husband that your octogenarian\\nfriend is not a mythical but a veritable person-\\nality, of avoirdupois about 180, and age 87^ from\\n1810. After returning from Saratoga I was a\\nlittle under the weather for a few days, and then\\ngetting affairs in order for my departure to Port-\\nland and Peak s Island, fifteen minutes from P.,\\nto join friends, etc., ])assing several days, visiting,\\npreaching, and variously enjoying the ministra-\\ntions of natural and social life. Since my return\\nfrom Maine, much of my time has been taken up\\nwith ])lans and movements for more desirable\\nwinter-quarters,which twodaysago I decided upon,\\nand the fore ])art of next week I expect to make\\nthe change. When that is all over I shall have\\nmore time for my correspondents, reading, etc.\\nWere you to see the l)ook your good husband\\nso kindly sent me, witli its pencil marks, and cor-\\nners turned down, you would have no doubt of\\nthe pleasure and ]iastime I have experienced in\\nthe reading, notably New Grounds, etc. But\\nmore of this at my leisure.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0565.jp2"}, "562": {"fulltext": "308 LETTERS.\\nI write this in great haste, that you may hear\\nfrom me before Sunday.\\nWith kindest regards to Mr. Pelton and Mrs.\\nClaven, if she is still with you,\\nMost cordially yours,\\nL. II. Angier,\\nKext week at 160 Concord Street.\\nFrom Sir Koderick W. Cameron.\\nNew York, February 11, 1898.\\nDear Mr. Pelton\\nAfter continued search, I am happy to report\\nthat I have found the author s copy of C4reen-\\nwood, and Other Poems, which you so kindly\\nleft here for me. Mrs. Pelton informs me that\\nyou left it here on or about January 25.\\nI was absent in England, or rather I sailed on\\nJanuary 25 (which will account for my not hav-\\ning received the poems). I was absent until the\\nSth of November last, therefore, my dear sir, 1\\nhope you will hold me excused for delay in tend-\\nering 3^ou my very best thanks, and I look for-\\nward to great pleasure in the perusal of the\\npoems.\\nRemaining,\\nYours very truly,\\nR. W. Cameron.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0566.jp2"}, "563": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 300\\nFrom the Rev. John C. Eccleston, D.D., of St.\\nJohn s Episcopal Church, Clifton, S. I.\\nJanuary 19, 1897.\\nMany thanks, m v dear Mr. Pelton, for the very\\ninterestin book of poems. I think your dear\\nand admiraUe luife deserves the thanks of the\\nStaten Island public for her desire to have the\\nvolume published.\\nI am faithfully and affectionately yours,\\nJouN C. Eccleston.\\nNew York, October 11, 1897.\\nDaniel Pelton, Esq.\\nMy Dear Friend\\nYour book, Greenwood, and Other Poems,\\nI received some time ago, and with much\\npleasure I have gone over the whole book.\\nI have tried to find one that was above an-\\nother in the book, but cannot. I find in each\\npoem the character of Daniel Pelton, comforting\\nthe bereaved, always looking and pomting up-\\nward even for the poor dumb beast a kind\\nword. I see in the book a feeling of awe at\\nwrongdoing. I find in it a. joyous hope of a", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0567.jp2"}, "564": {"fulltext": "310 Li:TTERS.\\nhereafter, a keen observer of the teachinirs of\\nnature. Yes, all through I see the heartfelt\\nthoughts of one that I have observed from vouno-\\nmanhood up and then I come back to the fly-\\nleaf of the l)ook and see the name of the author\\nin his own handwriting, then on the next page I\\nsee the author and she who is sunshine to him\\nand his home then, again, on the next page, his\\npicture, at whose feet I have often received in-\\nstruction. I believe, my dear brother and friend,\\nthat your good works follow you. Oh, that we\\nhad more such unselfish people in this grand\\nworld of ours I thank you, again and again, for\\nthe book, the autograpli, the ])icture, and your life.\\nYours cordially,\\nJames S. Coward.\\n244 Lexington Avenue, New York.\\nFebruary 4, 1897.\\nDear Mr. Pelton\\nI have been waiting to thaidc you for sending\\nme your book of ])oems until such time as I had\\nleisure to read some of them, and examine them\\nas a whole. In the first place, the title is a\\npretty one. Greenwood is a name so sug-\\ngestive of shade and rest after the long, hot\\nworking day is over but our thoughts go beyond\\nthe earthly resting-place, and in your poem of", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0568.jp2"}, "565": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 311\\nThe Lamb of Calvary, you show where true\\nand abiding rest is to be found. Among those of\\nthe poems which I have read I specially like\\nThe Old Cruser Burying Place, On the Death\\nof Lily, For the Orphans Home, The Curse\\nof Intemperance, and The Clove, That must\\nmean the Staten Island Clove what a paradise\\nthat used to be! Especially in the enrly spring,\\nwith the dogwood and cherry blossoms. One of\\nyour poems, I see, was written last September in\\nthe Catskills, and that makes me hope that you\\nand Mrs. Pelton may be there again ne^t sum-\\nmer, and that I may see you both at my little\\ncottage. I send you by mail a photogra})h of it,\\nwith Mrs. Harrison on the piazza, and myself\\nwith Pony in the garden. With my very\\nkind regards to Mrs. Pelton, and also to Miss\\nFlake, not forgetting Pansy, and the two grey-\\nhounds, 1 am.\\nMost sincerely yours,\\nAnn L. Livingston.\\nWest New Brighton, Staten Island, N. Y.\\nMarch 10, 1897.\\nMy dkak ^[r. Pelton\\nAfter looking through the book of poems that\\nyou so kindly gave mo, I feel that I must thank", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0569.jp2"}, "566": {"fulltext": "312 LETTERS.\\nyou again. It is full of sweet thoughts that I am\\nsure find an echo in every heart, to say nothing of\\nthe humor that crops out unexpectedly every\\nonce in a while. In addition to the poems you\\ncalled my attention to, I like particularly the fol-\\nlowing: The Storm, page 129; The Death\\nof Child, page 145 The Death of M. E. B.\\nB., page 150 On Recovering from Sickness,\\npage 1G4: To Cupid, page ISl. I presume\\nthat as I continue to read I shall find others that\\nI like equally as well.\\nAs you say in your preface that we owe the\\npublication of this volume to Mrs. Pelton, I trust\\nyou will both accept my sincere thanks for you\\nkind remembrance, and for the pleasure not only\\nalready derived from the volume, but also for the\\ncontinual feast always found in a good book.\\nBelieve me, dear sir.\\nYours very gratefully,\\nKatharine H. Hunt.\\nFrom J. M. I uller, Esq.\\nManor Road, W. N. B.\\nAugust 1st, 1897.\\nMy dear Mr. Pelton\\nGreenwood, and Other Poems, reached me\\nearly last week.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0570.jp2"}, "567": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 313\\nPlease accept iny sincere thanks for same. I\\nhave not had tlie time to finish the book, but\\nhave read enough to convince me of its purity,\\nboth as to sentiment and metre.\\nPoets are born, not made, and it is to be re-\\ngretted that more of vour excellent tvpe are not\\nborn. Good poetry, like good plays, or good\\ndeeds, possess a hidden power not seen, but\\nfelt.\\nKind words are like a rich perfume they are\\nfelt and remembered long after their authors\\nhave ceased to exist. So, in your case tlie kind\\nexpressions contained in your Avork will burn as\\nincense for ages to come.\\nAgain thanking you for the poems,\\nI remain.\\nSincerely yours,\\nJ. M. Fuller.\\nTo Mr. Daniel Pelton,\\nWest New Brighton,\\nStaten Island.\\nFranklin and Prospect Avenues, New Brighton, S. I.\\nJuly 12th, 1898.\\nDaniel Peltox, Esq.\\nMy Dear Sir, To-day, for the first time, I have\\nfound time to look at your modest little volume", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0571.jp2"}, "568": {"fulltext": "314 LETTERS.\\nof verse. To say that I am impressed and charmed\\nby the variety and the strength ami the delicacy\\nof your symbolized thoughts would but faintly\\nex]:)ress what I feeL I have ])laced your book\\non my shelf, side by side with the work of the\\ngood ever truth-teller, Walt AVhitman and when\\ntired of playing doll house, I shall take down\\nl lades of Grass, or Greenwood, and revel\\nin thu trntli truths which the Backwoodsman\\ntells so bi-oadly and brutally, and which you tell\\nso broadly and delicately. I should be grateful,\\nmy dear sir, if you would permit me to meet you\\nagain, I want to thank you, not for the book,\\nbut for the thoughts my thoughts, too, some of\\nthem expressed in symbols I could never have\\nfound. Sincerely,\\nW. R. C. Latson, M. D.\\nFrom Mr. John Eeid and Family.\\nTrinity Place, West New Brighton,\\nApril 5tli, 1898.\\nDaniel Pelton, Esq.\\nDear Sir, We take great pleasure in saying to\\nyou how great has been the satisfaction we have\\nhad in perusing your poetical meditations.\\nAVe find in them much that is calculated to in-", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0572.jp2"}, "569": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 315\\nduce thoughtful reflection. VVe like the deep\\nreligious tone pervading them, and they have the\\nbeauty and ring ol true poetry.\\nAccept our united thanks for the pleasure and\\nprofit received by your excellent work, and be-\\nlieve us to be,\\nYours very truly,\\nJohn Reid,\\nJane A. Heid,\\nMarie G. Cochrane.\\nFrom the Rev. J. G. Johnston.\\nThe Rectory, Bloomfield, N, J.,\\nMarch 15, 1898.\\nMy Dear Mr. Pelton\\nI have been wanting for a long time to write\\nyou, not only thanking you for your kind gift,\\nbut also to tell you how I enjoyed the book of\\npoems, and how many times during this winter\\nhas it brought summer s brightness and bloom to\\nmy mind being familiar with many of the scenes\\nand persons you so charmingly write about, adds\\nvery much to the pleasure your book conveys.\\nAnd I find myself turning often to the page\\nwhereon you remember dear Mrs. Basinger, Mr.\\nBenedict s lovely daughter. And tlie lines ad-", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0573.jp2"}, "570": {"fulltext": "31 G LETTERS.\\ndressed to your beautiful companion find a re-\\nsponse in my own breast, for I cherisli the\\npleasant moments wherein 1 have met and con-\\nversed with your charming wife. Please present\\nmy warmest regards to her, in which my wife\\nmost lieartily joins. And accepting for yourself\\nmy liigliest appreciation of your kindness and\\npoetic ability, I am, dear Mr. Pelton,\\nYours etc.,\\nJ. G. Johnston.\\nFrom School Commissioner Mrs. Julia K. West.\\nNew Brighton, May 20, 1897.\\nDear Mr. Pelton\\nThank you very much for your charming vol-\\nume of poems.\\nWith sincere appreciation of your courtesy,\\nYery truly yours,\\nJulia K. West.\\nRavenhltist, S. I., Feb. 2. 1897.\\nMy dear Mr. Pelton\\nPlease pardon my tardiness in acknowledging\\nthe receipt of a copy of your Greenwood and\\nOther Poems, with your autograph, which I\\nvalue very highly.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0574.jp2"}, "571": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 317\\nBut more than that do I value your beautiful\\nverses to the memory of Mrs. Basinger. I shall\\ncertainly keep tluit little book with my treasures.\\nWith many thanks, and ray kindest regards for\\nyourself and Mrs. Pelton, I remain,\\nVery truly yours,\\nJ. Gaenett Basinger.\\n21 BoDiNE Street, West New BRiffiiTON, S. I.,\\nMarch 22, 1898.\\nDaniel Pelton, Esq.\\nDear Sir, I have read to my wife your book\\nof poems with delight and profit. They bespeak\\nthe language of a soul under the constraining\\nlove of the Master, whose teachings have been\\ntested and found to be divine. Thanking you\\nagain for the gift, which I prize, I am,\\nYours sincerely,\\nWilliam Standerwick.\\nCherry Lane, Feb. 5, 1897.\\nMy dear Mr. Pelton\\nThank you very much for the copy of your\\npoems you were kind enough to leave for me in\\nDuane street yesterday.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0575.jp2"}, "572": {"fulltext": "318 LETTERS.\\nI prize the gift very highly, and promise myself\\nvery inucli pleasure from its })eriisal.\\nThat the author is one whom I have known\\nand esteemed so long lends additional value to\\nthe book, and will add to the zest with which I\\nshall make myself acquainted with its contents.\\nBy the way, in glancing over it hastily I have\\ncome across two lines, addressed by you to some\\none else, which I will venture to a})pl3 to you\\npersonally\\nFortune, oft false, was not to him untrue\\nAnd fame, unsought, a wreath upon him threw.\\nTiiat the first line of the couplet applies per-\\nfectly, your dedication is proof sufficient; that\\nthe second may prove equally applicable is the\\nsincere wish of,\\nYours very truly,\\nCuAs. W. Kennedy.\\nDaniel Pelton, Esq., AVest New Brighton.\\nNew York, March 19, 1898.\\nDaniel Pelton, Esq.\\nMy dear Friend Permit me to thank you\\nfor the very handsome copy of 3 our poems.\\nI read them and re-read with much inter-", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0576.jp2"}, "573": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 310\\nest, and often find much rest, for after that the\\nbusy toils of the (hiy are over, I like to walk in\\nthe paths they portend.\\n1 am indeed yours truly,\\nAValtek T. Elliott.\\nMariners Harbor, March 23, 1897.\\nDaniel Pelton, Esq.\\nMy dear Sir\\nAfter careful and meditative ]ierusal of your\\nGreenwood, and Other Poems I am impressed\\nthat the author has produced a collection of\\npoems well deserving commendations of all lovers\\nof poetry.\\nCoj)iously abounding in poetic imagery, em-\\nbracing i-n its scope, variety of theme, comprising\\nthe thorn and the flower the grave and the gay\\nthe doomed and the saved enlivening the\\npresent and insi)iring a buoyant ]ioj)e of a glorious\\nimmortality beyond.\\nLike a cluster of brilliants, it is futile for me\\nto attempt to select the one that sparkles bright\\nest.\\nFrom Greenwood\\nWhere art to nature lend a moulding hand,\\nAnd grassy verdure cai pets all the land,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0577.jp2"}, "574": {"fulltext": "320 LETTERS.\\nto the finis it is evident that the invoked muse\\nhas not been unmindful of tlie poet s prayer.\\nAllow me to congratulate ]\\\\[rs. Pelton on her\\ngood fortune in having the companionship of one\\nwho has succeeded in producing so masterly a\\nwork she may well be proud of Greenwood, and\\nOther Poems.\\nThis cherished volume shall have a place in\\nmy library next to Ilcrvey s Meditations among\\nthe Tombs, Flower Garden Starry Hea-\\nvens. 1 regard the two volumes as congenial\\ncompanions while one is eloquent in prose\\nthe other is elevating and entrancing in verse.\\nYours freely and sincerely,\\nIIOKATIA T. HeRVEY.\\nFrom Capt. Jack Crawford.\\nSaturday, Dec. 5th, 1897.\\nDear Mrs. Pelton\\nI am so sorry I had to l)e away on the occasion\\nof you all having a good time. But that is my\\nluck. I would have been in ray element with\\nthe friends of Burns. I should have written Mr.\\nPelton, too, ere this, but I am ashamed to say I\\nhave not read more than half of his simple and", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0578.jp2"}, "575": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 321\\nbeautifully natural Trui/ts in rhj thm. He gets\\nvery close to nature, and then hugs her. AVell, I\\ndon t blame him\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ve been there myself, but in\\nsome things Mr. Pelton has got the best of me.\\nWhile I am compelled to be far away from home,\\nand home endearments, he is mixed up forever\\nand ever with a great bunch of refined sweetness,\\nand three square meals while I am like a Will-o\\nthe-wisp flitting, flitting all the time. Give the\\ndear old heart my kindest regards. And regret-\\nting exceedingly that I could not have been with\\nyou, believe me ever and always.\\nYours, in clouds or sunshine,\\nCapt, Jack Crawford.\\nP. S. I talked to 1000 people in Albany a week\\nago Papers said I was the best circus of the\\nseason.\\nOff for Mass., Monday,\\nCapt. Jack Crawford,\\nThe Western Scout Poet.\\nNew York, Jan. 35th, 1897.\\nDear Mr. Pelton\\nThank you ver} much for your volume of\\nPoems, shall read them carefully as soon as I\\nam able. The likeness of yourself and wife in the", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0579.jp2"}, "576": {"fulltext": "3:22 LETTERS.\\nfrontispiece are most excellent it must liave\\nbeen pleasant work for you both to have gathered\\nthem together for publication. Am glad to hear\\nthat you are keeping well be careful, the weather\\nis very cold.\\nWith kind regards to Mrs, Pelton.\\nVer} truly yours,\\nMaky M. Greenfield.\\nWest New Brighton, February 10th, 1897.\\nMr. Pelton,\\nDear Sir\\nPlease accept my thanks, and the thanks of my\\nwife for the very interesting volume of your\\nPoems you so kindly sent me,\\nI had no idea we had such a versatile writer in\\nour midst. Believe me I shall treasure it all\\nthe more, knowing that you have sent them\\nonly to your personal friends the pictures of\\nyourself and Mrs, Pelton are particularly life-\\nlike.\\nI am. Sir,\\nYours very truly,\\nSamuel Henshaw.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0580.jp2"}, "577": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 323\\nFrom A. A. Mackeen, M. D.\\nWhitman, Mass., July 10th, 1898.\\nMr. Daniel Pelton.\\nDear Sir\\nI have delayed the acknowledgment of your\\nvolume of Poems (so kindly presented to me in\\nperson) till I had read them at my leisure. Hav-\\ning done so I can really thank you for having\\ngiven me so much pleasure. Were I a critic I\\nmight analyze. Put not being so I can sim})ly say\\nthat they have all given me pleasure.\\nPlease give Mrs. Pelton my kindest remem-\\nbrance, and say to her that I am happy in the\\nthought that this week Blanch and her parents\\nwill pass through Whitman, and will stay a day\\nor so with me.\\nAgain tlumking you for the volume, which I\\nprize highly.\\nI am, dear Sir,\\nYours very truly,\\nA. A. Mackeen.\\nFrom Mrs. Clara Hill,\\nJersey City, Nov. 2Gth. 1898.\\nDear Mr. Pelton\\nPlease accept my best thanks for the kind re-\\nmembrance of the book (mtitled Greenwood. I", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0581.jp2"}, "578": {"fulltext": "334 LETTERS.\\nhave read it with pleasure, and you, my dear cou-\\nsin, being the author of it, makes it doubly ])recious\\nto me. I hope yourself and Sophie are enjoying\\ngood health. I am going to make you and\\nSophie a visit soon, will let you know wlien I am\\ncoming if j ossible. Kindly give my love to\\nSophie, and believe me,\\nYour sincere cousin,\\nClaka Hill.\\n27th August, 1898.\\nMy dear Mr. Pelton\\nI thank you very much for the book, I have\\nread the verses in it with a great deal of pleasure,\\nand I hope profit. You are well versed in iiuman\\nnature, and no one could read Detached\\nthoufjht without findinfj much there to com-\\nfort in time of trial, and encourage to one s\\nbest effort. I do liope you will send a copy to\\nthe AVinter Library at the Staten Island Acad-\\nemy.\\nAgain thanking you,\\nI am yours sincerely,\\nDavison Brown.\\nTo Mr. Daniel Pelton.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0582.jp2"}, "579": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 325\\nWest New Brighton, Staten Island, May 23, 1897.\\nMe. Daniel Pelton, dear Sir, and Mrs. Pelton\\nTOUR dear AVife.\\nI take this method to thank you most sincerely\\nfor your beautiful book of select Poems, and\\nreally think there is a great honor due to the\\nauthor, for it will bring sunshine, comfort, and\\nhappiness to many homes, when published, and\\ngive enjoyment to the lovers of your beautiful\\npoems.\\nYours sincerely,\\nWilliam F. Kennedy.\\nJanuary 18, 1897.\\nMy dear Mr. Pelton\\nHaving just iiad time to look over the lovely\\nbook of poems wliicli you so kindly gave me yes-\\nterday, please accept my warmest thanks for\\nyour gift, and. be assured of my appreciation of\\nyours and Mrs. Pelton s gracious manners towards\\nme at all times. Thanking you both for coming\\nto St. John s to hear the musical service.\\nWith kindest regards believe me very sincerely\\nyours,\\nThomas Birtwistle.\\n64 First Avenue,\\nFort Hill, New Brighton.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0583.jp2"}, "580": {"fulltext": "336 LETTERS.\\nJanuary 25, 1897.\\nMy dear Mr. Pelton\\nPlease accept our thanks for the kind thought-\\nfulness that prompted j^ou to remember us with\\nyour beautiful book that we enjoy it, f^oes with-\\nout saying, and we hope the author and his hol|\\nmate may live many years to reap the benelit\\nthereof.\\nPlease tell Sophia to come and sec me when\\nshe can. I should enjoy having you come also, but\\nbeing somewhat of an invalid now I fear you\\nwould find it tiresome this cold weather.\\nAgain thanking j^ou both for your book,\\nI am, cordially yours,\\nAvA L. Peene.\\nSt. Thomas, Ontario, Canada, April 30, 1898.\\nDear Sir\\nI have to acknowledge with much pleasure the\\nfavor of your book of poems.\\nIt came on the 28th inst., since which time I\\nhave been unable to give it much attention. I\\nassure you, however, from just glancing it over,\\nand reading a very few of the poems, lam pleased\\nto say I must congratulate 3^ou as the author of", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0584.jp2"}, "581": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 327\\n50 fine a selection, without attempting to flatter,\\ntliat being out of mind completely. I must con-\\nfess, with great pleasure, I a]ipreciate your work\\nand feel confident tiiat, while it will compare\\nfavorably with very many of the best autiiors, it\\nis far above a host of those whose ])roductions are\\noffered for sale.\\nI am highly pleased with the sentiment that to\\nmy mind involves those of your productions I\\nhave read. I will prize the present, with pi ofound\\npleasure, because of its intrinsic value, ami also\\nfrom whom I received it. AVhile I have not tlie\\npleasure of your acquaintance, Mrs. Moore, as\\nwell as myself, are acquainted witii your most\\nestimable wife, anil we feel proud of her as one\\nof our most sincere friends. AVe appreciate her for\\niier noble qualities, and at all times think of her\\nas a superior lady whose friendshi|) is most\\ncharming. I take the liberty of suggesting (for\\nwhich I trust you will pardon me), that I have a\\nslight suspicion that you have been to some ex-\\ntent benefited by Mrs. Pelton s most genial and\\n])leasant temperament and pleasingly inventive\\nmind. It is not only her voice and beautiful face\\nthat are attractive, but it is her pleasing and in-\\nstructive manners. With your wife to prompt\\nand suggest, I have no doubt you would be able\\nto grasp many sentimental ideas that would", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0585.jp2"}, "582": {"fulltext": "328 LETTERS.\\nassist you in your noble work. The influence\\nfrom reading your poems is most powerful and\\ngood.\\nI thank you kindly, equally for my wife as\\nfor myself, for this valuable gift. Mrs. IVIoore\\nis just now visiting our daughter in Madison,\\nWisconsin.\\nOn her return I will request her to write to\\nyour dear wife, and at the same time convey to\\nyou her gratitude for the joint gift I am quite\\ncertain she will value highly.\\n1 trust you will overlook the extreme length\\nof this letter, but I cannot allow this opportunity\\nto pass without expressing, through you, dear\\nsir, to your dear wife the thanks of the Moores\\nfor the many and pleasing evidences of her f i-iend-\\nship to us as a family, as well as to the different\\nmembers, all have been the recipients of tokens\\nof friendship for many years, and I regret to say\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0we all feel that we have not reciprocated as Ave\\nshould have done. We all would feel highly\\nhonored witli a visit from yourself and Mrs.\\nPelton, whenever you feel that it will be conve-\\nnient and if you allow us an opportunity to en-\\ntertain you I assure you we will endeavor to con-\\nvince you of our earnestness of friendship by our\\nhospitality.\\nTrusting I may have the pleasure of meeting", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0586.jp2"}, "583": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 329\\nyou in the near future, I have the honor to sub-\\nscribe myself.\\nYours most respectfully and sincerely\\nK. W. Moore.\\nDaniel Pelton,\\nWest New Brighton,\\nStaten Island, K. Y.\\nFrom J. Ebeehakd Faber.\\nWest New Brighton, March 22, 1897.\\nMy Dear Mr. Pelton\\nI beg to acknowledge the receipt of your book\\nof poems, Greenwood, for which I thank you\\nmost sincerely.\\nI have not had much leisure to read it, but was\\nvery much interested. I had no idea that your\\ntalent ran in this direction, and Mrs. Faber and I\\nwill take great pleasure in reading it together.\\nKindly excuse my neglect in not acknowledging\\nyour kind gift before, but having been away in\\nLakewood I did not hav^e the opportunity before\\nnow.\\nWith many thanks and kindest regards,\\nYery sincerely yours,\\nJ. Eberhaed Fabek.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0587.jp2"}, "584": {"fulltext": "330 LETTERS.\\nFrom Miss Laura A. Barrett.\\nWest New Briohton, 3, 25, 97.\\nDear Mr. Pelton\\nI wish to send my sincere thanks for tlie book\\nyou have so kindly sent me, the thought that\\nprompted ycju to wisli I shoukl possess these\\npoems you liave wi-itten with so much feeling and\\nsentiment, and which I am enjoying.\\nWith many thanks,\\nI am sincerely yours,\\nLaura A. Barrett.\\nFrom Cousin John AV. Pelton, Poughkeepsie.\\n254 Mill St., N. Y., Sept. 30, 1898.\\nDaniel Pelton, Esq.\\nEsteemed Friend\\nI have just returned from a trip to the White\\nMountains and find awaiting me a beautiful co|)y\\nof your poems. Allow me to express m}-^ a})-\\npreciation of your kindness, and to assure you\\nthat I shall esteem the book as a valued gift. I\\nhave not as yet had time to peruse the poems, but\\nthe value of the gift is enhanced by the noble\\npicture of yourself and your sweet wife whom we", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0588.jp2"}, "585": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 331\\nare glad to say wa met at 791 De Kalb Av.,\\nBrooklyn.\\nOur kind regards for yourself and wife.\\nSincerely yours,\\nJohn AV. Pelton.\\nFrom Mrs. Eliza A. Gould,\\nLivingston, Bard Av., S. I.\\nJanuary 6, 1897.\\nDaniel Pelton.\\nMy dear Friend\\nI have just returned home, and find the book\\nyou so kindly left for me. I have looked through\\nit, and so far have enjoyed it very much. I will\\ncall to express my thanks for it in a few days,\\nand believe me with sincere thanks.\\nYour friend,\\nEliza A. Gould.\\nFrom Miss Jessie McClellan,\\n65 Park Av., N. Y. City.\\nJanuary 4, 1898.\\nMy dear Mr. Pelton,\\nI have been out of the city for the holidays,\\nand on my return hasten to acknowledge your\\nbook of beautiful poems, I shall read it with", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0589.jp2"}, "586": {"fulltext": "332 LETTERS.\\ngreat pleasure, and treasure it for sake of the kind\\ngiver. It was so lovely of you to remember me.\\nWishing you and dear Sophie tlie conipllnientsof\\nthe season, and hoping this will explain the cause\\nof my apparent negligence.\\nI remain.\\nCordially yours,\\nJessie McClellan.\\nNo. 43 West 99th Street.\\nNew York, Nov. 17, 1897.\\nDear Sir,\\nAllow me to thank you most sincerely for\\nyour kindness in sending me a copy of your\\npoems. I assure you they will be read, and re-\\nread until I am enabled to form, and express if\\nnecessary, an opinion regarding them. At the\\npresent time I am very busy, and have only had\\ntime to take a glance through your book, but\\neven that glance showed me some things wiiich\\npleased me much, and which struck a responsive\\nchord. Thanking you again for your kindness, and\\nI am yours truly,\\nJouN Thomson.\\nDaniel Pelton, Esquire,\\nWest New Brighton,\\nStaten Island, X. Y.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0590.jp2"}, "587": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 333\\nFrom Mrs. Ida Moore Morris.\\nMadison, Wis., Feb. 10, 1897.\\nMy Dear Mr. Pklton\\nYour beautiful gift came to us tliis iiionHiic-.\\nMany, nuiiiy thanks. I liave been with you two\\nhours only took time to put our precious\\nKathi-yn to sleep. I read a good many of them\\naloud to our sister Lassie. Her first wish was\\nthat our blessed mother had a copy too. How\\nshe would enjoy it Auntie told me Sunday\\nthat she had received one and was delighted with\\nit. I feel we can never repay you both for all\\nyou have done for us in many ways. I shall\\nnever forget my choice visit at your home, and\\nthe jolly time we had, also the dear old Macaw.\\nI hope you can come to INIadison we would en-\\njoy a visit so much. Must have Sophie again,\\ntoo. With much love,\\nAffectionately,\\nIda.\\nMoiris s Memorial History\\nof Staten Island.\\nWest New Brighton, N. Y., July 38, 1897.\\nDaniel Pelton, Esq.\\nEsteemed Friexd Your very kind favor would\\nhave been acknowledged sooner had your book", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0591.jp2"}, "588": {"fulltext": "334 LETTERS.\\nnot arrived during my absence. I promise my-\\nself some very pleasant hours in its perusal, and\\nin advance thank you for the profit I shall re-\\nceive. AVith kindest regard,\\nVery truly yours,\\nIka K. MOKRIS.\\nFrom Miss Ida Carson,\\nPort Richmond, N. Y., March 8, 1898.\\nDear Mr. Pelton\\nOn this, my birthday, I take my pen in hand\\nto write a tardy note of appreciation of your\\nbook of poems better late than never. I think\\nI hear in my mind both you and yours, wishing\\nme many returns.\\nIt is a beautiful day and I am going to spend\\nthe afternoon of it up in New Springville, my birth-\\nplace, and in the evening attend the wedding of\\na friend, at eight o clock, in the Ileformcd church,\\nand so I expect to spend a pleasant birthday.\\nAnd now no more about self, except to say one\\nreason for not sending this before to you is I\\nhave been so busy singing here, there and all\\nover, that I have had but little time to give to\\nwriting. T enjoyed es])ccially in your book\\nDetached Thoughts, Charlotte Canda, The", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0592.jp2"}, "589": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 335\\nSetting Star, The Battle of Inkermann, and\\nall those to Sophie, of course, I enjoyed im-\\nmensely. Yours is a great gift, and especially so\\nin that you give so much pleasure to others\\nthose who have been so fortunate as to possess the\\nbook in which flow your good, lovely, expressive\\nthoughts. Please say to Mrs. Pelton she never\\nsang\u00c2\u00b0V)etter in her life, and I tender my congra-\\ntulations here. I had to leave before she finished\\nfor I had a rehearsal that night at the Harbor.\\nSorry I could not speak with you also.\\nVery truly your friend,\\nIda Cakson.\\nFrom Henry Y. Pelton, Esq.\\nPOUGHKEEPSIE, N. Y., Oct. 1st, 1898.\\nMy pear Mr. Pklton\\nI wish to thank you for the copy of your poems\\nwhich you so kindly sent. I am glad to possess\\nthem, and shall be much interested in reading\\nthem.\\nI am sorry the two branches of our family have\\nmet so seldom in the year past. I was glad that\\nMrs. Peltcm made a little call on us. And hoj: e\\nthat we shall be able to return it before very long.\\nVery sincerely yours,\\nHenry Y. Pelton.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0593.jp2"}, "590": {"fulltext": "336 LETTEHS.\\nFrom Mks. Mary E. Moore.\\nSt. Thomas. Ont., June 3, 1898.\\nMy dear Mr. and Mrs. Peltox\\nWell, you may imagine my surprise and delight\\nwhen I Kcturned home and found 3 our beautiful\\nbook many, many thanks It was kind and\\nsweet of you, to rcmenilK r us so kindly and I\\nhave read it with great pleasure and more than\\nall I love to look at those dear faces, one of which\\nI have loved ever since I knew her, and in the\\notlier you seethe inspired look which all younger\\npeople venerate, admire and love, we only wish\\nwe could know you better, can you two not\\nvisit us this summer, we have a beautiful home\\nspot the beautiful spot of the town. And I am\\nsure you could enjoy a little time with us. And\\nwe would be more than pleased to have you\\ncome.\\n!Mrs. l^^orton, Mrs. Ermazinger, and others\\noften ask after you. Mrs. McDougall spoke very\\nkindly of you, likes you very much, how could\\nshe help it With best love to you both, and\\nwishing you may have many years of happi-\\nness.\\nI am your loving friend,\\nMary E. Moore.", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0594.jp2"}, "591": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 337\\nFrom ]\\\\Irs. Ida Moore Morris.\\nMadison, Wis., Jan. 14, 1898.\\nDear Mr. Pelton\\nMany, many bappy returns of the ilay. To\\nthink you are eiglity years okl, and seem about\\nfifty, so well and happy and contented. AVliat\\na perfect life you have led\\nWe often say if we could see you and our jire-\\ncious Sopliie. When are you coming AVest\\nOur latch-string is a very long one, and I trust\\nyou will try and find it. Sophie has always\\nbeen the dearest friend I ever bad. We all love\\nher. Our little Kathryn tells our friends when she\\nsees your picture that you are her other pre-\\ncious Grandpapa. She is the little sunbeam in\\nour home.\\nThe beautiful life you live keeps you young\\nin heart, and makes otliers better for having\\nknown 3 ou. I shall never forget our choice\\nvisit and the happy days Ave spent with you\\nbefore you married Sophie, and how we all loved\\nyou.\\nTrusting you may see many more happy birth-\\ndays. Believe me, most devotedly,\\nYour friend,\\nIda Moore Morris.", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0595.jp2"}, "592": {"fulltext": "338 LETTERS.\\nFrom Mrs. Katharine Ungrich.\\nNew York, Jan. 20, 1897.\\nMy Dear i\\\\rR. Pelton\\nPlease- accej)t many thanks for the present you\\ngenerously sent to me by Louise. I am delighted,\\nand shall ever appreciate your kindness. Read-\\ning your poems afford me great pleasure. Thank-\\ning you again.\\nI am very sincerely,\\nKatharine Ungrich.\\nRavenhurst, Feb. 22, 1897.\\nDear Friend\\nMr. Pelton When your dear wife came into\\nmy room yesterday like the eml)odiinent of\\nthe bright wintry sunshine, cheering us all by\\nher presence, I could not halt express the grati-\\ntude I felt for the book you have so kindly given\\nme.\\nIt will be a lasting joy, as I shall read, and re-\\nread it slowly. ]\\\\Ir. Piirkman and I both aj)pre-\\nciate the verses written in memor^^ of our precious\\nHelen very, very much.\\nWhile this small gilt-edged volume Green-\\nwood shall hold its place of honor next my\\nTennyson, and Longfellow, the idols of my earlier", "height": "2797", "width": "1767", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0596.jp2"}, "593": {"fulltext": "LETTERS. 339\\nyears, believe me it will occupy a higher place in\\niny esteem, and have a keener interest to my\\nhusband and me, because of the fact that we have\\nknown and loved the author.\\nVery sincerely ^ours,\\nElla Benedict Bukkman.\\nNew York, March 17th, 1899.\\nDear Mr. Pelton\\nMany thanks for the book of poems you kindly\\nsent me by Mrs. Pelton. I have not had much\\ntime for perusal. I shall take much pleasure in\\nmy evenings at home with same. Please\\naccept my warmest thanks, and believe me,\\nSincerely yours,\\nD, A. Anderson.\\n131, Johnson St., Brooklyn, N. Y., May 15, 1899.\\nMr. Pelton,\\nDear Sir,\\nOnly a few words to say that I found your book\\nmost beautiful and hope that you will pardon me\\nfor not writing to you sooner but I have been\\nvery busy of late, and any spare time I had I\\ntook great pleasure in reading it, as your dear\\nwife asked me to select a few pieces from it,", "height": "2798", "width": "1712", "jp2-path": "greenwoodelegyme01pelt_0597.jp2"}, "594": {"fulltext": "340 LETTERS.\\nindeed it is hard f(jr me to do so, as I think every\\nverse in it is most beautiful ami also to know the\\nauthor so well. In looking through it I have found\\na few ])ieees I like very much, such as pages 41,\\n130, 137, 141, 142, also page 3. Indeed I cannot\\nexplain to you kow thankful I am to you foi-yoiir\\ngift. I will kee]) it carefully, and every time I will\\nread it I will think of you and your dear wile.\\nHoping that you will rememl)er me to her, and\\nhoping that she is feeling better than the last\\ntime I saw her, as I have nothing more to say at\\npresent.\\nI remain, friend,\\nAnnie Mokau\\nJuly 11, 1899.\\nMr. Daniel Pelton,\\nWest New Brighton, S. I.\\n]\\\\rv Dear Sir:\\nI wish to thank you for your remembrance in\\nsending me your volume of poetry, which I have\\nnot yet had time very much to read, but have\\nthus far been pleased to note the excellent senti-\\nments which it contains and which are so well\\nexpressed in verse.\\nYours very truly,\\nG. G. 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