{"1": {"fulltext": "IT\\nr", "height": "3759", "width": "2400", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. Copyright No.\\nSheM .__..3-y\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3619", "width": "2319", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "Pen Pictures\\nTransmitted Clairaudiently and\\nTelepathicaily\\nBY-\\nROBERT BURNS.\\nRECEIVED AND EDITED BY\\nniNA S. SEYMOUR.\\nWITH COMPLETE GLOSSARY,\\nLJlv Dale, N. F., 1900,\\nI-", "height": "3619", "width": "2319", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "31 41\\nK\\n69653\\nLibrary of ConiTre^.s\\n1 wu Copies Received\\nAUG 8 1900\\nCcpyriphl entry\\nSECOND COPY.\\nDelivered to\\nORDER DIVISION,\\n5^FP 11 1900\\nEntered According to the Act of Congress\\nin the 3 ear 1900, by\\nMINA S. SEYMOUR,\\nthe Office of the Librarian of Congress at\\nWashington, D. C.", "height": "3603", "width": "2179", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nTo The Psychical Research Society 9\\nTo My True Lassie 10\\nTo the Readers of Pen Pictures 12\\nTo The Readers 16\\nThanksgiving^ Day 1\\nLines On a Tablet 26\\nAs You Like 26\\nLady Canada To [lucle Sam 27\\nA Fragment From a Letter 32\\nTo My Lady..... 33\\nEpitaph 33\\nAn Explanation 34\\nRum s Appeal 35\\nEpitaph To O. S. V 37\\nThe Lily Dale Skellum 38\\nTo Nellie F R 39\\nA Response 4-3\\nA Mithei s Cry 45\\nSoul Growth 48\\nThe Woman s Club 49\\nA Monody To The Storm 52\\nA Scorch 54\\nL o s h Hunter 55\\nTo Carl 57\\nBirth Of Robert Burns 58\\nTo My Leal Frien s 59\\nMephistopheles At The Grave Of a Lawyer 61\\nTo Judge J. B, Fisher 64", "height": "3603", "width": "2179", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPictures From Memory s Palace 65\\nA Quotation 72\\nOn The Death Of Senator Justin Morrill 73\\nTo Lily Dale 74\\nTo J. W. Dennis 76\\nA Warning 77\\nA Chat With The Fire 78\\nThe Peace Commissioners 80\\nTo Col. Robert G. Ingersoll 81\\nFather Sniffle s Confession 85\\nThe Latest Fad 97\\nTo A. Gaston 98\\nTo Lancelot 99\\nQuotation 99\\nTo William McKinley 100\\nA Message 103\\nFashionably Dressed 104\\nTo D. B. Merritt 106\\nTo Boss Piatt 107\\nTo Judge Farnu m 109\\nFalconer J u nc tion 110\\nTo Appolo Ill\\nTo Maurene 112\\nApril In Lily Dale 112\\nBurn s Cottage 113\\nTo Col. Robert G. Ingersoll ..114\\nTo Robert G. Ingersoll On The Lecture At Lily Dale.115\\nTo J. R. Francis 117\\nA Comparison 120\\nTo Senor Dc Lome 121\\nA Scrap From a Letter 125\\nQuotation 125\\nThe Soliloquy Of a Mouse 126\\nThe Scotch Thistle 128\\nTo Jennie Hagan Jackson 129\\nTo Thankful Gaston 133\\nMalabecco 136", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nV Q 11 a t r a i n 130\\nKipling s Muse 137\\nAcrostic 139\\nTo Senator Rawlins 140\\nTo Jennie Hagan Jackson 143\\nQuotation From Robert Burns 144\\nEngland s Queen 145\\nGiving Thanks 156\\nQuotation From Robert Burns 157\\nHeigh Ho For a Husband! 158\\nThc^Fourth Of July 159\\nA Thought Conception 160\\nQuotation From Robert Burns 160\\nTo Moses Hull 161\\nMy Robin 162\\nTo Katie 166\\nHow Things Have Changed 167\\nTo Mrs. R. S. Lillie 171\\nTo F. G. N n 172\\nTo William McKinley 173\\nTo a Rejected Lover 176\\nA Message To T. J.- Skidmore ..177\\nSpirit Kittie To Her Father T. J. Skidmore 179\\nQuotation From Robert Burns ISO\\nLoves Letter 181\\nQuotation from Robert Burns 182\\nTo Martha and Thomas 183\\nWhat my Lover Said 186\\nQuotation from Robert Burns 187\\nThe Doctor s War 188\\nEpistle to Dr. Lake 191\\nQuotation from Robert Burns 192\\nKittie to her Mother, Marion Skidmore 193\\nThe Sdiool of the C. L. F. A 195\\nTo the Gude Mother of the Camp 196\\nThe Brigs of Ayr 198\\nBirthdav Greeting- to Marion Skidmore 199", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nQuotatiou from Robert Burns 201\\nJamie s Soliloquy 202\\nMemorial to Angeline Pope 204\\nPuir Auld Spain 205\\nQuotation from Robert Burns 208\\nTo Mrs. Maria R L 209\\nScotch Pot Pourri 211\\nTo Frank L. Stanton 220\\nThe Wench s Complaint 221\\nTo Antonelli 224\\nThe Money Bag Lord 225\\nMemorial to Maj. John A. Logan 229\\nThree Stars 230\\nContentious People 233\\nWell Behaved Englishmen 236\\nMetempsj chosis 237\\nTo the Critics 239\\nTo Mrs. H. S. Lake 241\\nAguinaldo s Esca pe 243\\nTo Alexandria, Princess of Wales 244\\nA Thought... 247\\nTo The Hon. Joseph Israel Tarte 250\\nTo Joseph Rodes Buchanan 252\\nLines in a Letter to Mrs. Elizabeth Buchanan 254\\nTo Dr. Richard Hodgson, L. L. D 25G\\nTo Willard J. Hull 257\\nBrave Bill Anthony 258\\nLieutenant John Woodburn Osborne 260\\nWhat I Heard 261\\nTo Gladys 265\\nTo A. M. Barnum 266\\nTo Fedora 268\\nTo Angolina 269\\nCaldwell Park 271\\nA What-is-it 272\\nQuotation from Robert Burns 272\\nTo Arms 273", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nTo Hudson Tuttle 277\\nTo Mattie Thompson 279\\nMy Murdered Cat 280\\nI Am My Lady s Friend and Guide 282\\nThe Last Words of an Insane Friend 284\\nBurns to His Ladye 286\\nTo a Coof. 287\\nA Memorial 288\\nUp to Date 289\\nCunning Greed 292\\nTo Samuel F. Myers 293\\nLe Conseil Dc Guerre 294\\nFrom May to Flo 296\\nTo a Materializing Medium 299\\nTo Oleida 300\\nTo J. W. Douglass 301\\nQuotation From Robert Burns 304\\nTo T. W. Litchfield 305\\nA Conversazione 307\\nTo Nannie Litchfield 311\\nThe Lover s Riddle 313\\nTo S. S. Washburn 315\\nBanker Shaw 316\\nTo Ex-Governor Campbell 319\\nTo Arthur 320\\nTo A. B. Richmond 321", "height": "3619", "width": "2319", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES.\\nDEDICATED TO THE\\nPsychical ^egeapcli Society,\\nWITH THE COMPLIMENTS OF\\nRobert Burns.\\nAlice mair I cnm afore the warl,\\nA puzzle to a mankin\\nNae muzzle can be pat on nie,\\nThis, guid frien s, j^e will fin\\nThe preachers sent me d d to Hell,\\nThe Deil I hypnotized;\\nI stole the keys, an flew the coop,\\nNick was, (I m sure) surprised.\\nI ve beat auld Death, I write as weel,\\nAs mon3^ in Earth life;\\nI m taking notes the same auld way,\\nWith fun my buke is rife.\\nMy satires are glove-fitting tests,\\nMy cues an turns 3 e ll min\\nRob Burns is in it a the same,\\nRob Burns, mj^ frien s, j-e ll fin\\nYours Truh\\nFeb. 11, 1900. Robert Burns.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10 PEM PICTURES.\\nTO MY TRUE LASSIE.\\nN LETTERS of gold,\\nShall thy name be told;\\nWas said at thy birth\\nBy prophets of old.\\nSep. 1893. Robert Burns.\\nSlate writing with Maude Gillett.\\nTO MY FRIEN S.\\nSpiritism is na new nae,\\nEndlessness is Nature s law;\\nThe occult power is supreme,\\nMaterialism may sneer an caw,\\nAn ca the Muse a ghaist;\\nIt matters na a whit!\\nTis but the sneer of Ignorance,\\nTruth is the butt of Jest an Wit.\\nThe man o Sorrow seeks the truth,\\nGrief haunts him nicht an day;\\nThe luved an lost of yesterday,\\nMy luved ones where are the3\\nThe ootside w^arl ye set aside,\\nSpiritism gies clairvoyant sicht;\\nAn whan ye see, wi your ain een,\\nYe ken then, wrang frae richt.\\nTruth mak s ye bold, 3 e will affirm,\\nBlessed wi a spiritual sight;\\nThrough your soul s sensitiveness,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 11\\nYe ll follow the raid o Kii;lil..\\nYe ll spcik to Ihc wanderer on tlie left,\\nGie liini a helpin lian\\nTransition gies her pass to all,\\nWe meet in spirit Ian\\nThe man wha proves to be a man.\\nIs then, but half a man;\\nCelestial agencies with mj^stic power,\\nArrogate, subdue, and plan.\\nAn whether good or whether bad.\\nOn us depends not, alone;\\nThe man made soul. Aspiration s child,\\nMa\\\\ seek for jewels to deck his throne.\\nThe quintessence of spirit life\\nThe unfoldment lies within;\\nThe affinitizing of like to like,\\nWith birth will sure begin.\\nAnd with the unco birth, Destiny,\\nGies a sharp command;\\nInto the whirlpool of Fate,\\nAye are we blessed or damned?\\nThe Oriental Yougec,\\nThe Adept in Catholic m\\\\ stery;\\nPlato, Appolonius, P3 ^thagorus,\\nWallace, Bruce, Dante, men of history.\\nWashington, La Fa3 ette, Paine,\\nLincoln, Gladstone, the warlock Edison, a_Ye!\\nPassive instruments of unseen powers,\\nFrien s, ye ll understand it b^^ an bye.\\nR. R.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12 PEN PICTURES.\\nTO THE READERS OF PEN PICTURES.\\nNEED nae introduction,\\nYc ken mc vera well;\\nM}^ aulcl bcuk gies mv histor^v,\\nMair 1 end na tell.\\nYe all ken wccl, thc\\\\^ ca d ine deid,\\nThe kirk sent me to h 1;\\nBut I gied auld Nickie Ben the slip,\\nI pat oil the cat a bell.\\nBy nature, I was Freedom s chiel,\\nI cud na be shut up;\\nI rather dine with a decent t\\\\dve,\\nThan, with a pompous laird to sup.\\nSac whan I cam owre on this side,\\nI fand m^ sel, the same;\\n1 cud na see much difference,\\nIn manner, form or name.\\nJust where we stop, there we begin,\\nOur nature is the same;\\nThe jail-bird, lawyer, saunt,\\nOr the man wha s crouned b\\\\ Fame.\\nWe start the loom in spirit life.\\nWith the same kin o thread we spun;\\nAs fish to the water, 1)irds to the air\\nSae the lines of life will run.\\nThe musician cums back to music.\\nThe artist, his kin will fin", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 13\\nThat s why, I maun %vrite Hke myscl,\\nI maiiii follow, close to my line.\\nSac mony ask my Lady,\\nWhy does he this or that?\\nI maun be true to m^- ain sel,\\nOr the writin wad fa flat.\\nTheir ain queer style, has ilka ane.\\nWe ken them by what they say;\\nBj^ron, Sappho, Shelle3^, Burns,\\nWrote in their ain guid wa\\\\\\nOar method, manner, expression.\\nTo those, we hand firm an true.\\nGin we did na do this, frien s,\\nWe cud na convince you.\\nI m Robert Burns, that s what I am,\\nAlive and real as you;\\nThe kirks are catch in on, ha! ha!\\nSpiritism, the3^ fin is true.\\nThey re crawlin oot o their shells, frien s,\\nThe Orthodox ring is too tight;\\nThey are bucklin on the armor,\\nThey ll join us in the fight.\\nThey fin they re muckle ahint the times,\\nA way-back sune they ll be;\\nOot o the darkness into the licht.\\nThey ll march wi the men that arc free.\\nA hunder years has gar t a change,\\nA change I m glad to see;\\nI a martyr to Freedom s cause,\\nWi me frien s, 3^e will gree.\\nI ve been writin an writin twal lang years,\\nOwre a nom de plume, I wrote;\\nFor this an that an the ither,\\nMysel oft times I d quote.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14 PEN PICTURES.\\nMy thochts went oot to the pitir man,\\nI gied him a ward o cheer;\\nAn aften I d hear some caddie say,\\nThat sounds like Burns, tis queer!\\nRicht here, frien s, ane thing I will say,\\nReincarnated I never was!\\nThat, is a supposed effect,\\nThat never had a cause.\\nThe auld Hindoo, caught up that thocht.\\nIn the way back of aulden time;\\nA.n they ve brocht it frac past ages,\\nPenned in prose an rh^ me.\\nThose wha sa}^, they can remember,\\nOf different lives they ve lived;\\nAre hypnotized into that thoclit.\\nSelf mesmerized an deceived.\\nThe brain is stultified an weak,\\nTheir equipoise, lost by the strain;\\nAn Pandemonium will hand the fort.\\nDisorder s confusion will reign.\\nThe ps3 chlc, is a reallt}-.\\nIt s a wean frae Nature s womb;\\nAn the shuttle o life, by Nature s dame s wound,\\nNature guards weel her loom.\\nAn the wee bit ps3 chic s led on an on.\\nThro paths that are rough an hard.\\nNursed in the lap of Poverty,\\nSic was the Scottish Bard.\\nLosh! all psychics are na reliable.\\nThey fly, afore they can flutter.\\nThere is where the fraud cums in.\\nAn the growlin folk mutter.\\nFraud wi horns, hoof, swishin tail,\\nGold, those psychics need.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 15\\nAn the sucklings of the psychic band,\\nUse Fraud to fatten Greed.\\nThe newspapers are fu o ads,\\nVampires in the pS3^chic mart;\\nMadam Hypocracy, Clairvoyant, Psychome-\\ntrist, Business Medium,\\nSix questions answered one dollar, nae\\nworth a\\nTime, paper, stamp, dollar lost, grit gude!\\nA fraud of the rankest type;\\nHunt this ps^-chic, an j^e ll fin\\nA hypocritical snipe.\\nThe chaff ye maun blaw oot frien s.\\nThe black sheep pat away;\\nYe maun protect Honesty,\\nThe greedy wolf j^e maun slay.\\nTruth an Duty bid ye stan\\nFirm as the rock o ages;\\nMartyrs in the cause o Truth,\\nWise as 3 e aulden Sages.\\nMy Pen Pictures, I gie the warl,\\nMy satires, ye ll fin red-het;\\nOf a fae, I m nae afraid, man.\\nHe ll feel my ged, ye bet.\\nHere an there 3 e ll fin common sense,\\nTruth, Charit3^ Luve an a\\nAn dinna forget whan ye cum our wa}^,\\nTo gie us ei frien l^ ca\\nKouERT Burns,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "1(3 PEN PICTURES.\\nTO THE READERS.\\nOURS truly! here am I, losli!\\nI feel like saying Gee whiz!\\nI am the rcsurreetion, yea!\\nAll the reincarnation there is.\\nOn this side a hunder years,\\nChrist has not come as yet;\\nArisen, as frae the deid am I,\\nI ve won the gree, you bet.\\nIt s a beautiful kintra owre here,\\nNa hghting as wi 3 e;\\nThe Jamesons, Chamberlains, Hannas,\\nFrae the like o these, we re free,\\nThe cut-throat gang, the murderers.\\nLike those are in the church;\\nCivilized Christians, Gude s haley men,\\nFreedom s flag will smirch.\\nThe beast-like spirits from Earth-land,\\nCling to the kin they are;\\nUndeveloped, restless, disturbing.\\nPeace and Rest they mar.\\nSad, unfortunate, lamentable.\\nEvolution is slow but sure;\\nIt will take cycles and cycles of time,\\nTo evolute the cure.\\nTanwar 31, 1900. Robert Burns.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "W. M. LOCKWOOD.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THANKSGIVING DAY.\\nT MY window I am sitting,\\nIt is Thanksgiving morn;\\nThe sky is gray and heavy,\\nAll nature seems forlorn.\\nThe snow clouds, dark and dreary.\\nThe Sun declines to shine;\\nHe is sullen, ay, he is moody\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIs not of the Benedick kin\\nLike all his kind, unmated.\\nUnbalanced he seems to be;\\nExtremes play to Fancy and Pleasure,\\nHis freaks are not pleasant to me.\\nI like him best when he s smilinsr.\\nThe warmth in his sunny ray,\\nGives cheerfulness new vigor;\\nI d wish him to shine every day.\\nTo day he is sullen and gloomy-.\\nHe s in a fit of the blues;\\nHas some one sent him a letter,\\nFilled with Misfortune s news?\\nMy soul is full of forebodings,\\nThe Horribles came in the night;\\nI think I must have been dreaming,\\nI woke in a terrible fright.\\nIt must have been a vision!\\nWhat i.i yigion? who knows?", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "IS PEN PICTURES.\\nAs a lightning flash you sense it,\\nThen presto! ha! it goes!\\nWhat is it gives me the warning?\\nWho tells me trouble is near?\\nWho shows me the letter that s coming?\\nFuture events I see clear.\\nAm I a Zelda or Hayshow?\\nHave I the gift of a Seer?\\nOr is it the work of a Geni?\\nIn the night voices I hear.\\nLike the Sun, I am cloudy this morning,\\nIn a shadow I seem to be;\\nTrouble pf a serious nature.\\nIs coming coming to me.\\nNature is sad and forsaken,\\nShe wears a sorrowful look;\\nThe trees, not a leaf on their branches,\\nThey, fiercelj^ the autumn wind shool;\\nThe feathery snow flakes, gently fall.\\nWho sang of the beautiful snow?\\nThe snow that covers the dasies.\\nAnd the pansies all in blow.\\nThe bells are chiming chiming.\\nThe bells ring clear and loud;\\nThey are calhng the people together,\\nThe rich, the poor and the proud.\\nThe wife from the poor man s hovel,\\nThe aristocratic dames of renown.\\nThanksgiving bells ring to all classes.\\nCome all ye good people in town.\\nThe President sent out his message,\\nTwas a sort of divine decree;\\nAn edict, sent to his subjects.\\nTo all in the land of the free.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 19\\nHe said: Give thanks ye people,\\nFor the blessing from God 3^ou receive;\\nGive thanks to the great Creator,\\nIn whom we all believe.\\nGive thanks, to Moses man-made God,\\nThat the rich man has plent^^ in store;\\nThat his millions are stacked in gold bonds,\\nThat he s always grasping for more.\\nThank God that the tramps on the street,\\nAre begging for crumbs from his table;\\nBut the rich man s servant replies,\\nMy master is not able.\\nThank God for the man made law,\\nThat puts the beggar in jail!\\nThank God he s a right to starve!\\nHe fears auld justice s flail.\\nThank God, he can tell his story,\\nTo the bitter, biting wind!\\nThat will listen, an moan an moan!\\nAnd it s wolf-like teeth, grind!\\nThank God! that the poor w^andering waif,\\nWho sings for a penuA a song;\\nIs asking herself to-day,\\nIs nt there something wrong;\\nThat I should be hungry and cold.\\nOut in the streets, in the storm;\\nWhile the banker s daughters are clad.\\nIn velvets and furs so, warm?\\nThank God for the vultures called men,\\nWho make virtue the price of bread!\\nWhose seductive and treacherous ways,\\nMake women wish they w^ere dead!\\nThank God, for whisky and rum,\\nFor the dives and gambling dens!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "20 PEN PICTURES.\\nGive thanks for the wisdom of things,\\nGive thanks give thanks, ye men!\\nGive thanks, to Christ the Savior,\\nThat water He turned into wine!\\nGive thanks, to God and Moses!\\nThey worshipped war s bloody shrine!\\nGive thanks for kings, give thanks for queens,\\nThey steal the poor man s gold;\\nGive thanks for death and taxes.\\nBy Nature and Law you are sold.\\nGive thanks for the Holy Bible,\\nWritten by Fiction s men;\\nThanks for the Zend Avesta,\\nWhich-it-to- which, ye ken.\\nGive thanks for the Koran an Vedas,\\nThe Talmud please take your rather,\\nAnd when you have simmered them down,\\nPlease tell me who s the Great Father.\\nGive thanks for the holy preacher.\\nGive thanks! give thanks! give thanks!\\nReligion must have a wise teacher,\\nGive thanks! give thanks! give thanks!\\nLike a slave, 3 ou work while he s reading,\\nGive thanks! give thanks! give thanks!\\nHis children and wife you are feeding,\\nFor favors like this, oh! give thanks!\\nOn Sunday he gives you a fable.\\nGive thanks! give thanks! give thanks!\\nHe ll tell you about Christ in the stable.\\nGive thanks! give thanks! give thanks!\\nHe s paid for doing your thinking.\\nGive thanks! give thanks! give thanks!\\nWhile you are sleeping and blinking.\\nHe tells you of Moses queer pranks.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 21\\nGive thankvS for the Godly confessional,\\nChime ye O Bells! give thanks!\\nThe priests ye ken are professional,\\nKling-a-lang-ling, give thanks.\\nGive thanks, the priests are all honest,\\nRing the glad tidings, give thanks!\\nBut watch well your daughters sac modest-\\nGod bless the auld priests and the monks.\\nThey ll seduce your daughters and wives,\\nThey are sly as a pawky auld fox;\\nSae cunningly the priests contrives,\\nA lure to the confessional box.\\nImmaculate is the conception,\\nGive thanks, give thanks for that;\\nThe priest always gives them protection,\\nThe husband does father the brat.\\nGive thanks, O ye holy mothers,\\nThat God left you out in the cold!\\nGive thanks, give thanks to the Creator,\\nThat into bondage women were sold.\\nPolygamy is a law in the Bible,\\nGives thanks, give thanks for that;\\nTo the God inspired Bible,\\nGive thanks that the Earth is flat.\\nGive thanks, oh! ye women of learning,\\nThat you are the equal of man;\\nGo back to the world s beginning,\\nYou ll find it so fixed in God s plan.\\nBe thankful, be thankful, mothers!\\nThat you own the child at your breast,\\nSleep well, your beautiful darlings.\\nThe Law from you cannot wrest.\\nThank God for a Westchester Home!\\nFor that brutal James Pierce, thank God!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "22 PEN PICTURES.\\nThank God for Elmira s Home of Reform!\\nChime ye O bells, thank God!\\nThank God for a Brockway! thank God!\\n(He d pat the deil to shame.)\\nThank God for a gove nor, an the men wha rule,\\nNew York mann be proud o her name.\\nThank God! oh! ye wee braw bairns,\\nIn a bed o pollution conceived!\\nThank God! you re an unwelcome wean.\\nIn that ye are not deceived.\\nThank God! that into Hell s pit.\\nYe are dragged bj^ auld justice s paw\\nThank God! thank God! in the sweet by and bye,\\nYe ll rest in the graff s dark maw.\\nGie thanks for the Buhs an th Bears,\\nWha rair an scratch an claw;\\nMak gowd an siller hard to get,\\nSic times nane ever saw.\\nGie thanks for the trusts an monopoHes,\\nThe mone3 -bag laird an a\\nThe Standard Oil wi its crushin mill.\\nGrit Gude! cover wi a pall!\\nGive thanks to God for the cholera.\\nTwill cramp you they say into fits;\\nThank God! it will puzzle the doctors,\\nAyont the extent o their wits.\\nThank God; by this plague ye ll expire;\\nResign gracefully to its sweet will;\\nCalled by the will of Providence.\\nGod s right it is to kill.\\nGive thanks for the glorious stmshine.\\nThat s hid neath the cloud this morn,\\nGive thanks for the blight to the wheat crop,\\nGive thanks that the frost killed the corn,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "PEN i^IC^TURES. 2S\\nThe bugs have eaten the potatoes,\\nThe drouth came to burn up the grass;\\nGive thanks for all these great favors,\\nRejoice, and chant ye high mass!\\nThe earthquake has swallowed a city,\\nThousands of people are dead;\\nAnd those w^ho escaped from the ruin.\\nAre hungry and begging for bread.\\nHomeless, sad, and forsaken,\\nA mother with a child at her breast;\\nRaises her face to Heaven,\\nAnd asks for a place to rest.\\nThe God of the storm is angry.\\nTragedy rides on the sea;\\nThe lightnings flash in the heavens,\\nThe thunder-cloud frightens me.\\nThe winds are howling and screeching,\\nLike demons in frenzied glee;\\nThe sky is black as midnight,\\nNa licht frae a star can I see.\\nHark! tis the crashing of timbers!\\nTwo vessels have met on the sea;\\nYe Gudes! cries the captain we re dune for!\\n*Tis a watery graff for me.\\nThis is Thanksgiving morning.\\nThe dawn wall soon appear;\\nThe sea has swallowed its victims,\\nWho can tell when Death hovers near?\\nNow I am out on the prairie,\\nOut in the far, far w^est;\\nThe place wdiere poor people migrate,\\nThis is the land of the blest.\\nBut the God of the storm has followed,\\nMercy was never his name;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24 PEN PICTURES.\\nOut here, they call him the blizzard,\\nBy death, he wins his fame.\\nNow I go South for a moment.\\nA vision, this surely must be;\\nA plague, ye gods! I have struck it!\\nDead bodies by hundreds I see.\\nThe brains of live men are maddened,\\nTheir wives and children are dead;\\nHungry, homeless, and forsaken.\\nTurned out in the woods without bread.\\nOnce more I go out on my travels,\\n(Man s God rules the land and the sea.)\\nThis time, tis a railroad disaster!\\nPray tell me why was this to be?\\nMothers and children mangled,\\nI hear them shriek and groan!\\nSee the flames leap high and higher!\\nCan God see this from his throne?\\nThe God who is all power,\\nThe God who made Earth and sea;\\nHe who noteth the fall of the sparrow,\\nIs there such a God? can it be?\\nIf so, why this chaotic condition?\\nWhy not rule with a loving hand?\\nWhy not make Earth a Heaven?\\nWhy is it? I can t understand.\\nAll this, I saw with my field-glass.\\nAs out of my window I gazed;\\nAnd the sights that met my vision,\\nFilled me with fright, I am dazed!\\nMy brain is dizzy with seeing,\\nDante s hell, met my view!\\nMy rose-colored glasses I ve lost them!\\nNocht can I see that s nae blue.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "PEN PiCTuiRES. 25\\nAnd now, I am back in my chamber,\\nThe postman has rapped at my door;\\nA letter! I know well the writing,\\nIs there joy or trouble in store?\\nI liavc broken the seal, am reading-,\\nMy God! tis mj^ boy, my loved child!\\nSick, yea sick! may be dying,\\nI can bear no more! oh! I m wild!\\nFar far away among strangers.\\nHe ll miss a mother s caress;\\nIf I were a bird I d fly to him,\\nMy lips to his I would press!\\nAh! no! I am bound, I am fettered!\\nBy conditions I cannot break!\\nOh! that I were the Almighty,\\nJust for humanity s sake!\\nOh! I am lost!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ve forgotten,\\nI ve been wandering here and there;\\nTo the North and South and mid ocean.\\nI ve had a glimpse of most evcr\\\\ where.\\nMy brain is throbbing wildly.\\nMy soul is crushed with this blow;\\nMy boy is sick, may be dying.\\nHe is wishing for mother I know.\\nO yes! let me think\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I am lost again\\nThis is Thanksgiving daj^;\\nBut what have I to give thanks for?\\nNothing! I m sure you will say.\\nThe scenes of life that I ve witnessed.\\nContain no blessings I m sure,\\nI ll wipe the tears that are falling.\\nAn harden my soul to endure.\\nBut nae thanks will I send the Almighty,\\nFor it s suffering I have received;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "^6 PEN PICTURES.\\nAh! no! there s no cause for thanksgiving,\\nIn this I am not deceived.\\nLINES ON A TABLET,\\nReceived at Campbell s Seance.\\nMy trusty friend, i come tonight,\\nTo let you know I m near you;\\nAnd tho I am not here in flesh.\\nMy spirit ears can hear you.\\nFor life you know ends not in death.\\nAnd you from me will hear more;\\nFor still I come, and men through you,\\nShall still both hear, and See More.\\nR.\\nAS YOU LIKE.\\nSauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.\\nBe true to me, and I ll be true to thee;\\nGif frae your luve ^-e d nac hae me wander.\\nBe true to me an I ll be true to ye.\\nGin ye gae strayin for a goddess luve,\\nThro the law, suggestion, I may rove;\\nAmid ambrosial bowers with some fair god.\\nFate will say to ye: Pass under my rod.\\nSauce for the goose, is sauce for the gander,\\nBe true to me, and I ll be true to thee;\\nGin frae your luve, ye d nac hae me wander,\\nBe true to me and I ll be true to ye.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 2?\\nLADY CANADA TO UNCLE SAM.\\nIf the Venezuela trouble Ijetween England, and the\\nUnited States, termmates in war, Canada will then unite\\nwith Uncle Sam.\\nU. S. Senator, 1895\\nE need na kneel to nie dear sir,\\nI care na boo yc feel;\\nYour luve is noclit to mc, auld man,\\nY^e need na to me kneel.\\nStand on your legs an be a man.\\nTurn your best lug to me,\\nThere s muckle for ye to bear man.\\nThere s muckle for ye to see.\\nBritannia rules the sea, man,\\nAn 3^e can rule your roost;\\nYe better drap it clown a bit^\\nAsk na the Queen to boost.\\nGrit Gude! ye vc tint your pride, man.\\nBeggin roun the warl.\\nYour foreign britliers think ye daft,\\nA fashous auld carl.\\nYe rc gaun too fast, muckle too fast,\\nYe better pat on the brak\\nGif, this unchancy gait, ye take,\\nA blunder, man, ye ll mak\\nYou point your finger at oor Queen\\nThe taxes wc hac to raise;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28 PEN PiCtURES.\\nShe borrows nae sae muckle as ye,\\nThe Deil ye wad amaze.\\nYc are matirnin for your dochters,\\nThat hae crossed the dark blue sea;\\nYe re maurnin for the braw lassies,\\nYe swear ye ll nae forgie.\\nBritania s hunters bag the game,\\nThey feather their ain nest;\\nYe swat aroun ye re near gaen wud,\\nYe ken, they ll be weel dressed.\\nBritannia s sons ain titles, man.\\nRoyalty gies them a name;\\nThe laird, the sir, the duke, the prince,\\nThis means blae-bluid an fame.\\nThey may hae sprung frae thieves an knaves,\\nLicentious rakes an a;\\nThe sheeny titles, co ers the mirk.\\nWhan on your weans they ca\\nSax millions buys a count or duke,\\nThretty-thousand a plackless prince;\\nA muckle less sum an earl or sir,\\nLosh! Sam, I see ye wince.\\nBritannia s sons scent weel the game,\\nThe fever ye hae caught;\\nYe needna cross the falls for me.\\nYour trip wad be for nocht.\\nI m noo weel shot o ye auld man,\\nAbeigh I ll surely keep;\\nThere is nae room for twa ye ken,\\nIn your nest ll na sleep.\\nYour hoose is full o thieving ghaists,\\nWhigmigmorum I m tired o that;\\nPlucked.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 29\\nLo e ye iieedna mak to me, nae!\\nLuve is Misfortune s brat.\\nA tocher, with me ye ll nae get, man,\\nYe re noted for greed an gall;\\nAuld Scotland s laddies are my ain kin\\nOor kintra isna sma\\nThe laddies watch me weel, auld man.\\nAn this is what thej^ say;\\nYe ve a pack of skellums in 3 our Ian\\nThe Deil s ain tricks they play.\\nTapsalteerie is your business,\\nHeels-o er-gowdy, that I see;\\nYour bureaus need a cleaning oot,\\nThere s roun them skyrin mair than thee.\\nYe ll fin rats an mice a priggin roon,\\nAn pole-cats here and there;\\nA sort o menagarie, ye hae,\\nWi your noted Bull an Bear.\\nSauce for goose, is sauce, for gander.\\nBritannia has gien ye the cue;\\nThis spendin mair than 3 e can earn.\\nIs a disgrace to her an you.\\nThe splendor at the capitols,\\nThe expense o thae twa nations;\\nMeans taxes to the puir man,\\nTae the weans, starvation s rations.\\nThe mighty Queen Britannia,\\nHer coronet is gold;\\nHer jeweled scepter rules the Ian\\nJ he story s vera old.\\nIreland in bondage!\\nJapan! A pirate sure is she;\\nChina, Turkey, Egypt, India,\\nWi Japan ye maun agree.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "30 PEN PICTURES.\\nAuld England s wing spreads o er my Ian\\nShe s mither, I m the wean:\\nTo mither s apron string I m tied,\\nTo all that s plainl3^ seen.\\nBut, gin I brak the binding tie,-.\\nFreedom will suit me weel;\\nI ll represent the New Woman,\\nBe Queen o my ain shiel.\\nI ve been watching weel 3^our kintra.\\nDry-rot has struck the heid;\\nAy your doctor is a way-back,\\nHe caused her to be bled.\\nSam, bleeding seems to be your game.\\nHer veins are nearly dry;\\nYe better stap that business, man.\\nGin 3^e wadna hae her die.\\nYour pension bureau grit gude! Sam.\\nThe South has reason to howl;\\nYour iieebors arc making fjices.\\nAn the foreign folk do scowl.\\nThe like of it was never seen,\\nDamnation the rottenness covers;\\nAcross Niagara comes the stench,\\nAttled eggs the eagle hovers.\\nGin the South was North, an the North was South,\\nI d open wide my door;\\nI d lend the Lady South my broom.\\nTo sweep the Senate floor.\\nI d sen across Niagara,\\nA bar of soap, a pail,\\nI d gic that lousy bird a bath,\\nI d scrub it frae heid to tail.\\nEagle.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 31\\nThe goddess lungs her Iieid \\\\vi shame,\\nWhan she reads the mornin news;\\nThe erimes against criminals,\\nTwad gie the Deil the bines.\\nFrae Georgia cums the black-black tale,\\nFrae Elniira cums the same;\\nLosh! yours the Ian o Freedom?\\nGude bless our bame.\\nI d visit congress with a ged,\\nI d pat my fit on bills;\\nI d gie that Hoose o Congress,\\nA muckle dose of pills.\\nAn then a Strang emetic,\\nI d clean that hoose for once,\\nAn gin I did na do it weel,\\nYe micht ca me a dunce.\\nThe Cabinet! trowth! what wad I do?\\nTo the inevitable they kneel;\\nThe last admenistration,\\nWanchancee was its deal.\\nA financial hell they left ahint,\\nWaur they cud na hae dune;\\nThe wise folk o the wast an south,\\nAre lading Polly Ticks gun.\\nI ve had mv weather ce weel oot,\\nI am nae blin ye 11 see;\\nI ll butter my ain toast, Sam,\\nI ken what s guid for me.\\nYe better mend your breeks, Sam,\\nAn pit new packets in;\\nThe wa\\\\^ ye plant your gold, Sam,\\nI think it is a sin.\\nI winna burn my fingers, Sam,\\nBy bucklin oop wi ye;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "32 PEN PICTURES.\\nI ll keep shot o that business,\\nYe ll nae be foolin me.\\nMarriage is oot o fashion, Sam,\\nI ll tak courtin flirtin an a\\nIn your sta I ll nae be tied,\\nI ll nae min your beck an ca\\nNov. 1896.\\nTo the Hon Wilfred Laurier, Leader of the Canadian\\nLiberals.\\nRoberts Burns.\\nA FRAGMENT FROM A LETTER.\\nOh Lad\\\\^ fair! I can but smile.\\nYou are Emotion s child;\\nWere I to 3 ield the power to thee,\\nA mad cap j^e d rin wiUl.\\nI fear ye wad turn Yivean,\\nLike Merlin I d be sold;\\nLosh! Lad3 e, the story is na new,\\nI ll profit 1d3^ the fools of old.\\nA woman s witching smile goes far.\\nHer eyes of luve ye ken,\\nAre charms that blind the best of us,\\nAnd make fools of wise men.\\nSomehow, our fort, we maun hand.\\nSo I ll na confess the charm;\\nI fear ye d twist the necks of some,\\nMy secret wad bring ye harm.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 33\\nTO MY LADY.\\nTo Keeler s gae, i the mornin\\nYotir request I quick will grant;\\nThe evidence asked for,\\nYe never mair will want.\\nA message on the slates ye ll get,\\nScotch rhymes Rob Burns will gie;\\nA wee bit braw, luve letter,\\nLady, ye ll get frae me.\\nMin na the elishmaclaver.\\nOr the doubting skeptic, nae;\\nI ll tak ye to dear auld Scotland,\\nTo my kintra ye will gae.\\nWe ll leave the sullen dames ahint.\\nThey ll dit their mouths, they will;\\nI ll sen their way a lyddite shell,\\nThe hizzies will get their fill.\\nEPITAPH.\\nTo ex-Judgc H n.\\nHere lies a Christian disciple,\\nThe sexton planted him deep;\\nHe s few maurners niang the people\\nI wot he s down to keep.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "34 PEN PICTURES.\\nAN EXPLANATION.\\nTis mair than twenty years ago,\\nI fand my Lady fair;\\nPosited in the hoose o Trouble,\\nBurdened with grief an care,\\nI was travehng roun the Kintra,\\nWi Will Carleton, an his Golden Calf,\\nWe stopped at the hoose o Seymour,\\nMy Leddy was the better half.\\nSeymour See More, I did see more.\\nSpirits can catch the cue;\\nI stole my Lady, fair an square.\\nAll s fair in luve, tis true.\\nSpirits can hypnotize the brain,\\nYe ll niin their beck an ca\\nAfore sax months had passed, friends,\\nI had lassie, wean an a\\nAlake! alake! hie mettled, yea!\\nShe tried to fly my trap;\\nShe stormed the castle mony times,\\nI got a pointed slap.\\nScotch, she didna like ava,\\nPlain English suits her well;\\nShe wished me back in the het place,\\nWhare a such skellums dwell.\\nAn episode in hie life, this,\\nTis all the fashion, ye ken;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 35\\nI fell iu lo e with the laddie s wife,\\nIt s a common event, my frien\\nYe gudes! I hae to watch her weel.\\nShe s in the mart, ye see;\\nTwa-three an mair hae failed, 3-e ken.\\nAll on account o me.\\nRob Burns.\\nRUM S APPEAL.\\n;^OME, all ye voters in the land.\\nTrue of heart and firm of hand;\\nOnce more I call on all, to stand\\nFor Rum; join ye in one strong band,\\nAnd vote for me, vote for me.\\nCome, all ye gay, and rich, and proud,\\nI dig the grave, I make the shroud,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCome old and young, and lame and blind,\\nDemented though 3-0U are in mind.\\nJust come and vote for me.\\nRum and license, 3^011 will see,\\nGo hand in hand with liberty;\\nIn senate halls you ll hear my name,\\nThrough Uncle Sam we gained our fame.\\nSo come and vote for me.\\nI sit upon the hotel bar,\\nYou ll find me there from da^ to da^^:\\nI m the enticer of the young,\\nI coax them in with watty tongue;\\nCome vote for me, I pray.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "36 PEN PICTURES.\\nThe Rum-fiend calls for votes again,\\nJust walk up, fathers, like good men;\\nJust vote for license, and you ll sec.\\nYour boys as drunk as they can be,\\nIf you will vote for me.\\nWell filled my pockets long have been,\\nTo empty them would be a sin;\\nThe gold that jingles on the bar,\\nWill down my pockets slip so far.\\nIf you will vote for me.\\nI never see a mother s tears!\\nI never feel a sister s fears!\\nI care not for the wife s pale face!\\nI care not for the son s disgrace!\\nSo, fathers, vote for me.\\nA Bacchanalian feast old Rum\\nWill give, if you again will come\\nAnd vote for me; the dive and den,\\nI ll furnish them with royal men,\\nIf 3^ou will vote for me.\\nI ll strip your boys of all their gold,\\nTheir souls to Bacchus shall be sold;\\nAnd when they re drunk as drunk can be,\\nI ll send them home, and you can see,\\nTwas good to vote for me.\\nI ll spill upon the streets strong rum,\\nAnd when they smell it, they will come;\\nAs rats do fall into a trap,\\n**And all that, and all that,\\nIf 3 ou will vote for me.\\nThe bravest boys I ll gather in.\\nTo me twill be no crime or sin;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 87\\nThe fair-liaircd lads, with eyes of blue,\\nThe bright, brave lads to you so true.\\nIf you will vote for me.\\nThen, when I ve crazed their brains with Rum,\\nM\\\\^ work will not be then half done;\\nI ll make them lie, I ll make them steal.\\nDishonestly with friends vshall deal.\\nIf you will vote for me.\\nI ll fdl their mouths with curses hot,\\nI ll make them slaves, I care not\\nThough they see the vilest thing;\\nSnakes, beasts before their eyes I ll bring,\\nIf you will vote for me.\\nAnd when the brain is maddened thus.\\nAnd flames of Rum are burning hot;\\nI ll make them murder their best friend.\\nHa! ha! oh, this shall be their lot!\\nIf you will vote for me.\\nThe law will punish for the crime.\\nTo me twill be a scene sublime;\\nI ll hang them to the halter s end.\\nTo Hell s celestial home I ll send\\nYour fathers, brothers, sons,\\nIf vou will vote for me.\\nEPITAPH.\\nTo O. S. V.\\nTrowtli! oot o naething, God make man,\\nYe re a fine example;\\nDisgusted he was wi the plan.\\nHere lies a touzie sample.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "38 PEN PICTURES.\\nTHE LILY DALE SKELLUM.\\nProminently prominent,\\nConspicuously conspicuous,\\nCunninglj^ cunning.\\nSae vera smart ye think your sel\\nHoo smart the Deil cud hardly tell;\\nIn 1895 I see.\\nThe biggest gun o a thocht ye.\\nATHERED ye oop, Wheeler s scandals,\\nFiled in line with all the vandals;\\nTo the P\u00e2\u0080\u0094 T\u00e2\u0080\u0094 this symposium sent.\\nTo help the run-deils, your intent.\\nYour clishmaclaver was loud and Strang,\\nAboot frauds, and ilka thing sae wrang;\\nPresto! change! Wheeler turned on you.\\nInside oot ye went, tis true.\\nLike a bleezing bull, ye bellowed too quick.\\nThe tables turned, (a psychic trick);\\nAn ye with the frauds were weel pat in,\\nThe slush o she thocht a sin.\\nMadam Wheeler nerve had she,\\nHer cat-o-nine-tail, played roun ye;\\nLosh! wi the frauds, ye were pat in,\\nBlack as the Deil an fu o sin.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 39\\nAll simmer lang ye ve nosed about,\\nA grunter, with a lang snout;\\nInto ithers business, ye poked your nose,\\nAs swine of the camp ye seem to pose.\\nDo Immorality s maggots your pen infest?\\nI wonner gif Morality is in your nest!\\nYe dinna mind the ring of the bell.\\nWhat of the story? maun I tell?\\nAboot the husband across the sea,\\nThat wasna deid, but sure did lee;\\nWhere was the fraud? whagar t the plan?\\nWas it a woman, or was it a man?\\nO, man! that fraud was the warst o all.\\nIn California the bull did bawl;\\nWhat of your character! have ye forgot?\\nI sen ye this a for-get-me-not.\\nOctober, 1899.\\nTO NELL F R.\\n5^ H! Nellie wi the dark-brown cen.\\nFie! Nell ye didna dream 1 ween;\\nThat sae hard a task ye d gat,\\nThat ye fished for eels, an that;\\nHech! they wiggle in your pan.\\nFigure it the best ye can.\\nYour sweet influence, yc did think,\\nWad save man frac Ruin s brink;\\nWhan he was druckcn, ye wad gac,\\nBauldly face the public sac;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "40 PEN PICTURES.\\nShame-faced ye ne er seemed to be,\\nModesty was nae part o ye.\\nYe didna care what ithers said,\\nAh! twas plain ye were ill-bred;\\nLaigh down, in the seale of life.\\nShe wha craves the drucken strife,\\nAn to Ruin does play the wife,\\nHer days with pleasure arena rife.\\nYe hae reached the hie oop goal.\\nAn tint your name, aye tint your saul;\\nNoo sip the sweets o Rum s fell caup.\\nBid your frien s cum in an sup;\\nThat they may see the ither side,\\nO the hame whare ye play bride.\\nIla! the Dcil does laugli at yc.\\nSic queer sichts he aft docs see;\\nBut his heart isna sac hard.\\nThat he wadna aften guard\\nYe, frac Rum s curse, that cums sac aft,\\nHe wad pat ye wi han saft,\\nLosh! he thinks Tom Noddy s fool,\\nMaun sing sangs o saddest dool;\\nLuvin angels frae above.\\nCum to ye wi wards o luvc.\\nPity weeps whan ye dae weep,\\nAn they guard ye while ye sleep.\\nMercy to her breast wad clasp,\\nSave ye frae the wards that rasp;\\nAh! twas all unkenn d to ye.\\nYe were blin ye covi dna see;\\nAye, ye said ye wad convert,\\nThe manhood spark that was inert.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 41\\nPassion fed the flame awhile,\\nHe did catch ye with his wile;\\nAlony Nell, have felt that power;\\nSpent with him a pleasant hour;\\nUnder that magnetic spell,\\nThinkin a was richt an well.\\nYe a victim fell at last,\\nIn the mesh caught sac fast;\\nClankin chains are on th^^ han s.\\nOn your lim s are airn ban s;\\nBa an chain ye drag alang,\\nBut in that, there isna wrang.\\nIn the yoke ye pat your neck,\\nAfttimes noo your heid ye geek;\\nWhan auld rum s fell ged ye feel,\\nBut I say tis weel tis week\\nGin your fingers 3^e did burn,\\nBy experience ye did learn.\\nWhat ithers learned lang years ago.\\nBy your smartness ye sail know,\\nMair than ye did ken afore,\\nTho it wreck your heart sac sore.\\nYea! a sad lesson ye maun learn.\\nFate s gien ye a breezy turn;\\nYe did say, gin he d a hame.\\nThat was worths o the name.\\nHe wad stay within the nest.\\nIn his hame at nieht and rest.\\nBut Ah! Nellie, fair an meik,\\nHe does leave ye a the week;\\nTo feed the hens and milk the kye,\\nWhile he is aff upon a sly.\\nOh! sweet Nell, ye noo dae see.\\nWhat ithers prophesied for ye;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "42 PEN PICTURES.\\nAh! then ye wadiia them believe,\\nHypnotism did ye deceive.\\nYe did think twas luve ye saw,\\nBut sae weel, sae weel I knaw,\\nTwas the Deil ahint the scene,\\nHorns, hoofs, swishing tail, I ween,\\nTall lank lean, haughty in niein,\\nRum s black ghaist ye noo hae seen.\\nOh! your pride will hand ye firm,\\nTho the fires o hell do burn;\\nFor in spite o friens ye went,\\nMay the gudes sen ye content.\\nLament in rhyme, lament in prose,\\nWi saut tears trickling down your nose.\\nThe play is noo past all remeade,\\nFate bids ye stick till ye are deid.\\nLike Maggie Lauder ye re kenned well,\\nI smile to think o t, puir daft Nell.\\nA sonsie lad ye left ahint,\\nBut your loss he didna mint;\\nIn the pit ye pat your feet.\\nYour ain dear sel fair Nell ye beat.\\nYe hae fand his temper hot,\\nAft ye burn in his het pot,\\nBut ye re welcoiue to your fun,\\nMinnie Rifle is the gun;\\nMinnie Rifle hits the mark,\\nDeil, man, quean, bum-clock, lark.\\nListen Nell, I ll tell ye mair,\\nTho your heart be sad and sair;\\nHe a slave for wark did need.\\nYe will earn your claes an feed.\\nSlave yc arc, an slave ye ll be,\\nTill by death yc are set free;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 43\\nWorn and faded, afttimes blue,\\nThis is what fate s gien to you.\\nI canna maunna, winna say,\\nThat for your weal I ever pra3^\\nKin pity says ye re mesmerized,\\nAnd possibly affinitized.\\nFor a tilings find a level true,\\nThe law, sweet Nell, applies to you;\\nA kintra lassie sold for life,\\nA drudge, slave, which quean or wife?\\nA RESPONSE.\\nCHI EL S amang ye takin notes,\\nFrien s, I heard your welcom ca\\nAboon the eluds I wasna,\\nI listened to the wards o a\\nA poem frae Robert Burns ye asked,\\nIn The Sunflower it maun gae;\\nAye, that is the winged messenger,\\nThat will reaeh ye miles away.\\nMiles away, miles away frien s,\\nMony hunder miles twill gae;\\nAyont the sea to Scotland,\\nThrough mony a hamlet stray.\\nOwre the burnie, cross the brae,\\nThe laddies are waitin for thee;\\nMessenger of the gowden sinn,\\nWill ye bear Luve s message for me?\\nIn the lowlan thro the hielan\\nO SunBower! my message bear;\\nI still luve dear auld Scotland,\\nHer troubles I ll ever share.\\nThe thrissle an the shamrock,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "44 PEN PICTURES.\\nA trinity with the rose;\\nBut the rose is queen of a the Ian\\nAs ilka Scotchman knows.\\nBut a man s a man for a that,\\nWhan the Queen s deid that ye U see;\\nWhat s richt for the Prince o Wales today.\\nWas wrang ye ken for me.\\nWith a cat o -nine, me, they scotched,\\nMurdered by the gossip s tongue;\\nCrushed neath the critic s juggernaut,\\nWi grief my saul was wrung.\\nStung to the quick I, a sensitive,\\nA psychic, as ye call it now;\\n1 was scorched in the fires of Destinj^,\\nIt was to be, I trow.\\nGude! cremated in Freedom s name,\\nI wrote with a pen of fire.\\nInspiration cam to me,\\nFrae the grit celestial choir.\\n1 am warkin noo for Libert^^,\\nMy wark will never end;\\nI bear the torch Progression,\\nLuve s message I aften send.\\nAtwecn the warlds of here an there,\\nLuve messengers are we;\\nSappho, Byron, Shelley,\\nThe poet s trinity.\\nYe ll ken us, aye, some day frien s,\\nYe ll view us in the licht o truth;\\nWith pleasure, my rhymes will be read,\\nBy auld age and fair haired youtli.\\nWe hae na time to squander,\\nOn those wha winna ken;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 45\\nThegitlier wc wark harmoniously,\\nFor better conditions of men.\\nYea man an woman, side by side,\\nEqual richts, our motto for a;\\nOot o the mirk of ignorance,\\nThe bonnie bairns we ca\\nThe wee bit wean, nae wanted he.\\nConceived in hell, I ween;\\nNursed at the breast of Discontent,\\nThis is aften seen.\\nThe laws of generation,\\nO study them with care;\\nAn drap the seeds of Wisdom,\\nIn soil whare they will bear.\\nTear oop the weeds an till the grun\\nIn the garden of the saul;\\nWearing Luve s flowers of harmony,\\nYe U reach the sheeny goal.\\nOctober, 1899.\\nA MITHER S CRY.\\nH Jamie dear! Oh Jamie dear!\\nTae Scotland I maun gac;\\nI m i this kintra noo too lang,\\nThe Ian o th free, they say.\\n1 liae been readin Jamie dear,\\nAboot Daniel Long, ye ken,\\nThat puir dear wean, in that bad place\\nGudc! an nae ae frien", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "46 PEN PICTURES.\\nGrabbit i the clutch o justice paw,\\nCondemned to that damned Hell;\\nSae sma sae vera sma the crime,\\nIt niak s me greet tae tell.\\nNa doot the stars an stripes do wave,\\nFrae its sheeny towering dome.\\nAn the eagle skreighing Liberty!\\nThis is the bad wean s home.\\nA hellish bastile, sure it is,\\nOur wee braw bairns to catch;\\nOh Jamie, sell the biggin, quick!\\nI d keep them frae Law s snatch.\\nA birkie, is our sonsie Ted,\\nNa tellen what he downa dae;\\nTae Scotland, dear auld Scotland,\\nTae her highlands I would gae.\\nM^^ wee bit Robin, cross the sea,\\nNamed after Burns, ye ken;\\nHe s sleepin neath the gowan,\\nJamie! I maurned him then.\\nHe s there sae cauld an stiff an deid,\\nI ll never maurn him mnir;\\nHe s better aff neath that green graff.\\nThan in that Brockway s care.\\nI m near stark mad, a thinkin o t,\\nOh! my wee braw bairn ies three;\\nLet na time be tint, Jamie,\\n1 lang for the bricht blue sea.\\nI m sick for liame, the dear old hame,\\nI lang for the braes an burns;\\nGie me a wee bit theekit shiel,\\nWhere dear Tay wimplin rins.\\nThe cluds hing laigh, an mirk, Jamie,\\nAboon the this kintra, yea;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 47\\nAn bluid will rin some clay, Jamie,\\nIt s nae use to Gude to pra3^\\nWhan fients like Brockway sit in state.\\nAn reign like onj^ king,\\nAye, a he has to say is: Keeper,\\nTae me the victim bring.\\nWhy canna a th braid warl see,\\nCrazed is that vile man s brain?\\nHoo lang, O Gude! hoo lang!\\nMaun the bairnes skreigh wi pain?\\nWhat are those doctors a aboot?\\nDoes gold plaster oop their mou\\nDocs siller buy their silence?\\nO Gude! tis sae, I trow!\\nAre we gaun back to the Ages Dark?\\nSure, we hae the Book o Doom s Day?\\nO Goddess o Liberty, hear me!\\nMy Ladye, what hae e to sa}-?\\nIn this proud Ian the Inquisition,\\nIt takes me back to Spain;\\nTo Torquemada, an his dcvlish imps,\\nLosh! terror, ance mair does reign!\\nWhare are the lairds, wha rule the Ian\\nThis wondrous Empire State?\\nThe representatives and senators,\\nWha some folk proudly prate?\\nShame on sic men as these! oh! shame!\\nO Mithers! rise in j^our micht!\\nLet man never say again,\\nA woman canna fight.\\nThunder your slogan in Senate Halls,\\nPu aff the Law s black veil;\\nLet them see your bleeding hearts.\\nAn hear the puir weans wail.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "48 PEN PICTURES.\\nTak the cursed Red Tape,\\nAn hing sic traitors, hing!\\nTraitors to Honor! traitors to justice!\\nYe maun them to justice bring.\\nWhare is reform? oh! whare is reform?\\nWhan a wean ye pund black an blue;\\nWha are reformers? wha are reformers?\\nGrit Gude! I noo ask you?\\nBarton, come back, nae to Turkey gae,\\nJ^ie Sultan will slyly tell ye,\\nThere s plenty o business for the Red Cross.\\nWhare ye cam frae cross the sea.\\nLeuk at the Missions, the Christian Missions!\\nWarken for the heathen Chinee,\\nAn here in a civilized Christian Ian\\nWhat do the heathen see?\\nOh for a Paine, Oh for a Burns!\\nTo write wi a pen o fire,\\nOh for grand guid honest men.\\nThis my soul s desire.\\nDedicated to Brockway, Elniira Reformatory. 1896.\\nSOUL GROWTH.\\nThe saul maun graw, tis Nature s law.\\nSlaw but sure, sure tho slaw;\\nAs leaves unfold upo the tree.\\nFrae tiny buds the rose will blaw,\\nIn harmony with Nature s subtle law,\\nYe ken, saul blends with saul;\\nUnfoldmcnt gies us spiritual sicht.\\nOh, blessed gift! we ve reached the goal!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "SUSAN B. ANTHONY.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 49\\nTHE WOMAN S CLUB.\\nA Response.\\nHE Woman s Club, the woman s Clubl\\nI caught the drift, losh! man;\\nThe Woman s Club, the Woman s Club,\\nI think it a very wise plan.\\nIt s a change frac the days o the Mayflower,\\nThe duckin stool cam i that;\\nHech! the men, the men o th auklen time,\\nTheir auld time tricks they ve quat.\\nWae man! wae man! the Woman s Club!\\nWe weel ken hoo tae use it;\\nBut gin ye do what s richt man,\\nThat Club, we ll nae abuse it.\\nSays Dame Protection, guard it weel,\\nAn ever keep it handy;\\nSac, gin ye men advantage tak\\nFrac yc, we ll tak nae shindy.\\nNoo an then, we gain a point.\\nIt s a hitch an a halt ye ken;\\nIt s hard to gie oop your auld ways.\\nSelfishness hands fast to men.\\nA woman maun ken sax times mairn a man,\\nTo be ca d as smart as he;\\nOh! we ve donned oor fightin armor,\\nAn we ll git thar, ye will see,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "50 PEN PICTURES.\\nThe Woman s Club, the Woman s Club!\\nThe brainy women o the town;\\nSex isn t in it noo clays, nae,\\nWe carena gin ye frown.\\nThe Woman s Club, the Woman s Club!\\nWe ll study with a riclit guid will;\\nHa! ha! ha! we ll sune be read3^\\nThe Senate chairs we ll fill.\\nWhan thase auld fossil senators dee,\\nThat skip and snore a da}^;\\nWe ll sen a woman frae the CUdj,\\nShe ll earn the dollar ye pny.\\nShe ll be nae limpin grizzled grannie.\\nEighty years an mair;\\nBut a live woman of forty,\\nThe honors she will share.\\nShe winna buy that senate chair,\\nWith gowd an siller nae;\\nWith wits an brain she ll win the grce,\\nTak her part i the fray.\\nSac bide a wee, just bide a wee.\\nWe ll meet ye in convention,\\nWe ll gie a bite frae your ain bridle,\\nThis is our intention.\\nIt s oot o date to marry, sir.\\nWe re buckled oop tae the Club;\\nI carena to cook three meals a da^^\\nWash, iron, bake and scrub.\\nFor nae man will 1 mend auld breeks,\\nAn sew on buttons, no!\\nAn feed the kye, an min the pig,\\nLosh! to tiie Club I ll go.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 51\\nWe maun multiply auld AIoscs said,\\nReplenish the Earth, (and jails) well!\\nAuld Moses and his followers hech!\\nOur brithers we ll gie a sell;\\nThe modern Moses and St. Pauls\\nThe riot act we ll read;\\nWe ve loaded our dice for a new deal,\\nWe ll beat Dishonor and Greed.\\nSiui^le harness suits, us weel.\\nOn the raid to fame we ll travel;\\nAn the time we mak in gettin there.\\nWill seem tae ye a marvel.\\nWe, wha arena buckled to men,\\nOur ain style gait can tak\\nAn gin we turn ye oot as tramps.\\nJust ken tis brains ye lack.\\nO! the Club, the Club, the Woman s Club,\\nA deal o guid tis doing;\\nWisdom s leaflets here an there,\\nThe women of the Club are strewing.\\nThe men will hae to hustle yea.\\nGin they keep pace with us,\\nAn gin we pass them on the raid,\\nYe U hear a liowlin fuss.\\nTlie Gude o battles is on oor side,\\nThe Fates are cumin oor way;\\nWe care n a for the Furies,\\nAn the Sybils we can slay.\\nThe unquiet sex they call us.\\nThe men hae caught the cue;\\nO High Priestess Susan B\\nGratitude sen s grecin s to you.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "52\\nPEN PICTURES.\\nTruth in its entirety yea,\\nSpeaks as never afore;\\nIn the flesh of auld Dame Politics,\\nIs a dangerous festering sore,\\nOn it we ll turn the search-licht.\\nThe scalpel we ll apply;\\nAnd cleanse with antiseptic\\nIn the sweet by-an -by.\\nA MONODY TO THE STORM.\\n^^JCK, tack, tick, click!\\nLike shot against the window pane,\\nTick, tack, tick, click!\\nIs that the patter of the rain?\\nBack I drew the curtain wide,\\nAVhat I saw was once my pride;\\nfust a few short weeks ago.\\nIt was beautiful an bright;\\nBut on this December night,\\nIt is buried neath the snow.\\nAnd I listen, sadly listen\\nTo the tick, tack, tick, click!\\nAgainst the window pane.\\nMingled with the wind s refrain.\\nTick, tack, tick, click!\\nDead leaves falling from the the trees\\nWhirling in the maddened breeze;\\nCrash against the window pane.\\nWhat is snow, but frozen rain?\\nTears from summer s pretty eyes.\\nIn the wind I hear her sighs;\\nShe is weeping for her flowers,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 53\\nWrecked her pretty rosy bowers;\\nTulip beds are brown and sear,\\nDead the lilies once so dear.\\nOut there in my garden drear,\\nFlitting round with antics queer;\\nIs Jack Frost, with silver locks,\\nHe has dressed in pure white frocks,\\nAll the stalks that stand up straight.\\nAnd the bushes e en the gate\\nOf the garden, is so white.\\nLike a ghost, twou d give me fright.\\nAnd there s cujDid, bare an lone\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat did sound like human moan!\\nlake a Banshee s warning cry,\\nTelling me that Death is nigh!\\nLove s sweet Cupid! did you moan?\\nLucky, that you re made of stone!\\nGif my heart were like j^our ain,\\nIt wad then be free frae pain.\\nDraw down close the window blind.\\nInside maybe I will find;\\nOne who will m3 mind divert,\\nWake my soul that seems inert;\\nBrake the bolts of its barred cell,\\nBring it forth in light to dwell.\\nLike the flowers beneath the snow.\\nIt was buried long ago.\\nBut from Death, Life yet may spring,\\nGlad songs j^et my soul may sing;\\nAs the spring brings back the flowers,\\nBathes them in warm April showers;\\nSun and shower, then field of grass.\\nSac mony things may cum to pass.\\nWha ken s what the spring will bring?\\nTime will tell, he is king.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "54 PEN PICTURES.\\nA vSCORClI\\nHE unkind cut I heard it, man,\\nYour privileges are great;\\nTo talk you have a lieense, man,\\nTrowth! ye are nac blate.\\nYour time-table\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I ll mark it weel,\\nI ll call whan ye aire oot;\\nTwill please us baith, aye, that it wil\\nOf this fact there s no doot.\\nWhan ye are oot a towshng roun\\nOn your sweet-heart callin aye,\\nYe eanna fule Rab Burns, auld man,\\nYe play poker on the sl3^\\nYe better pat mair i the pool,\\nNae haud your gold sa3^ ticht;\\nBe honest, generous, man-like.\\nAn play the part o richt.\\nGin I cum back to Earth life, losh!\\nAn a lassie I suld be;\\nI winna be your sweet-heart,\\nNae mistress unto ye.\\nYe d loot me pick up atild dead wood,\\nAn scrub an wash an scrub;\\nO niehts to be your sweet-heart,\\nIn the daylieht queen o tubs.\\nYe threw the shaft, I caught the cue,\\nI ve gien ye tit for tat;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES.\\n55\\nBlaw for blaw, my motto, man,\\nAn a that an that.\\nI can protect my own, man,\\nPen an Ink my shield;\\nYe fired the first shot, man,\\nYe re laid low on the field.\\nApril 1, 1900.\\nLOSH! HUNTER!\\n,t^ UNTER, hunting, hunted,\\nA gaj^ auld hunter ye;\\nLang years ye ve been liuntin\\nThis, man, is what I sec.\\nLang trails, short trails, hard trails,\\nThe hunter s life is weird;\\nYe think the hunt is vain,\\nThis aften ye hae feared.\\nWhan the cluds hing laigh,\\nAn black as mirky nicht;\\nAfttimes the sinn cums oot,\\nSac beautiful an liricht.\\nAn whan the rain an hail,\\nNae pity shaws to thee;\\nTis then the rainbow comes.\\nThis vision, frien I see.\\nHunter, hunting, hunted,\\nAn still the hunt gaes on;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "56 PEN PICTURES.\\nThe witcliin huntress, hunts 3^e,\\nA lesson she maun con.\\nA quean wi gowden hair, ye ken,\\nAn saut tears on her nose;\\nHer heart is breakin man.\\nShe s filled wi lo es sad woes.\\nShe kens na what s the matter, man,\\nShe thinks that she s in lo e;\\nRut it s the auld Deil HA^Dnotism,\\nThat s what ails the doo.\\nYour Muse is gaun to corral ye,\\nFast an lirm she ll bind;\\nYe Il hae to stap your flirtin\\nYour business, yc maun mind.\\nYour Muse noo bauds a pair o shears.\\nThey maun be twa feet lang;\\nShe s gaun to cut Attraction s tics.\\nAn stap 3^our doin wrang.\\nFor ye do ken sac vera weel.\\nThe mighty power j-e ve gat;\\nYe reach oot like a fisher s hook.\\nAn catch them, an a that.\\nIt mak s me think o aulden time,\\nI lo ed the lasses weel;\\nOh! I maun tell the truth, man,\\nUnfairly I did deal.\\nI didna understand it then,\\nScience was na sac hie;\\nAn I aften gat in trouble.\\nBy foolin on the sl\\\\\\\\", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2PEN PICTURES. 57\\nYc let the lasses gae too far,\\nAfore ye freeze them oot;\\nYe keep them on the anxious seat,\\nIn a mixtie maxtie doot.\\nNoo, laddie dear, I say, ye Iceii,\\nSometliing maun be done;\\nYe re gaun to hae a shift in life,\\nYe re gaun to mak some muu.\\nYe ll pat it to the best o use,\\nI see it a sae plain;\\nYe mean a richt laddie,\\nThat is in the main.\\nNoo, I am auldcr than ye lad,\\nSae my advice ye tak\\nAn by the haly gudes laddie!\\nMistak ve winna mak\\nTO CARL.\\nH! I ken ye are weary an randie.\\nYe are starvin for luve, I sec;\\nYour life seems weary an empty\\nThis vision fricn comes to me.\\nBut the warl is full o sic, laddie.\\nThe warl aft gangs agle^-.\\nBut there s better times a comin\\nFray the horribles yc will be free.\\nLier. 1893.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "58 PEN PICTURES.\\nBIRTH OF ROBERT BURNS.\\nTlic following- menu has bccMi prepared for the birth-\\nclay of Robert Burns b\\\\ a Canadian ehef, representing\\none of the Highland elans. It is cpiite unique as will\\n^be seen In- a perusal:\\nCoekie Leekie, Tattie Soup.\\nFIRST COORSE.\\nTa3 Sa union wi Butter Broo.\\nFinnan Haddies,\\nBuekies and Limpets,\\nYellow Fush frae Aberdeen wi reekit faees.\\nSECOND COORSE.\\nSeoteh Collops frae Hielant Nowte.\\nStewed Paitrieks wi Puddoek Stules.\\nGreat Chieftain fair fau you honest sonsy face.\\nTHIRD COORSE.\\nSheep s Heid wi stoved Tatties,\\nStuffed Bubbly Joek roasted,\\nMealy Pud dins an Sweeps Gravats.\\nA Boer s Snout stewed an a stewed Soos Snout\\nTatties peel, daub and eat,\\nTatties Cham pit.\\nBashed Neepes an Sooricks,\\nMa^dje a wee Donal\\nFOURTH COORSE.\\nTripe in daubs wad sole your shoon.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES.\\n59\\nDramuch and Soor Dook.\\nThin enough to droon rattens in.\\nFIFTH COOKSH.\\nA cup ofLipton shaU-a-croon.\\nTairts o hairy grozcts an appcls.\\nTrcaihn John an a whccn ithcr orra things.\\nGlasca Tupcnnv Pics an Shortbread.\\nPartan Pies an whangs o Kcbl)uck.\\nCurny Bannocks an Scones.\\nCoUiers Jeely an Sweties\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMaybe a big Donal s tae keep a doon,\\nTO MY LEAL FRIEN S.\\nY BIRTH-DAY, kads, ye min it wcel,\\nYe reboun to gic Rab Burns fair deal,\\nIlk Scotchman to Rab Burns is leal,\\nI ken it a\\nI am nae dead, I lee you see,\\nYe aften drink tae me in bree,\\nI m richt glad, ye sac weel agree.\\nOn ye I ea\\nAuld England feels your miehty power,\\nYe winna to her hie lairds cower;\\nYour grit an Strang will is a dower,\\nYe are a richt.\\nYe ve hiney -combed the EngUsh nest.\\nYe doon their lairds, they have confessed,\\nAfore they re thro they ll be wcel dressed,\\nYe will indite.\\nPlucked.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "60 PEN PICTlJREv^.\\nThe throne is on its last legs, man.\\nThis verdict from my spirit ban\\nThere is a wiser, better plan,\\nTwill evolute.\\nThe Prince o Wales will doon himscl\\nHe s only fit to be in hell.\\nThe Prince in that place j^et will dwell,\\nI hae na doot.\\nAnld England s blae-bluids have dry-rot,\\nThe Germans see, an say: Mein Gott!\\nThe power lies ahint the Scott!\\nMeinGott! Mein Gott!\\nAn, France smiles sweetly a the while,\\nCorruption aften does beguile.\\nDestruction works with cunning wile.\\nThey plan and plot.\\nThe Scotts bide weel the future time,\\nVictorj^, yet, her bells will chime,\\nWith pleasure Rab Burns pens this rln^mc.\\nWe wait the daw\\nThe clanish Scotts hing wecl thcgitlier,\\nLeal they are to sister, brithcr.\\nThey recognize the Scottish tether,\\nTis Nature s law.\\nJanwar 1900.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. Gl\\nMEPHIvSTOPHELEvS AT THE GRAVE OF A\\nLAWYER.\\nT last! at last! you re coiiqiicrcd, man of sin!\\nIt seemed to me, Death s work would ne er begin;\\nBut now, I stand l^eside your resting plaee.\\nOman of sin! you ve tried 3 our last last ease!\\nA criminal, you stand before your God!\\nBut true, so true, God s in a sorry plight!\\nThe sight of all your sins will give him fright.\\nYour record is as dark as mirky night,\\nI m vera sure God s jury would indict.\\nA soul of darkness, that never knew Truth s\\nlight,-\\nNever wore the llower of a blameless life,\\nBut sowed the blood-red seeds of vice and\\nstrife.\\nWed to Intrigue and rivalries of Peace.\\nFate said to time: Call Death and let this\\ncease!\\nUpon you, Moses looks with wondering e^ e,\\nAnd Abraham heaves a mournful sigh;\\nJoshua bids the wdiirling sun stand still.\\nOnce more, old Time shuts down his busy mill,\\nAnd Heaven and Hell arc given a holiday;\\nWhile God and his Satanic Alajesty pra}^,\\nAnd ponder and wonder, they seem mystified!\\nThe Devil does insist you re sanctified,\\nAnd God must keep you in his holy fold.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "62 PEN PICTURES.\\nBut God replies:\\nNae iiae he s black as smut!\\nHe does belong in Hell s vilest hold!\\nI ll none of him! in Hell he shall be put!\\nHa! the like of such a one in Heaven,\\nWould ruin bring! You know a little leaven,\\nWill leaven the whole lump. No! he d breed\\ntreason.\\nAnd mutin^^ would be on deck! Reason\\nSay s this man from Earth must go to Hell.\\nHe d capture Heaven s throne and quickly sell,\\nGod s regimentals for a drink of beer,\\nOr wine, or old bour1)on, the like is dear\\nTo him. I could not sleep, I d live in fear!\\nHe s slippery as an eel! uncertain as the wind!\\nThis, Mephistopheles, is the I ccord I do find.\\nSo I !nust send him down to hell!\\nMephistopheles:\\nUnjust God! I do appeal from your decree,\\n(Appeal appeal, was this man s trick I see.)\\nThis is the greatest wrong that you ve done me,\\nHe d followed up your church for many a year,\\nThe Sabbath da} to liim w\u00c2\u00a3is very dear.\\nGod:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYes, yes! I sec, one day he gave to me.\\nAnd the six he dedicated to thee.\\nDear sir, I wonder not it gives you fright,\\nBut you must surel}^ see that I am right.\\nJ rue true, he mingled with niy godly flock,\\nBut you will find he wore the Devil s smock;\\nYour grips and pass-words, aye, he had them\\nfine,\\n(I must confess, he had a few of mine.)\\nSix-sevenths of his deeds are in your line,\\nHe ll be all right\u00e2\u0080\u0094 just give him gold and wine!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 63\\nMepliistoplielcs:\\nI will not yield so easy to your will,\\nAmong your herd, he took his Sundaj^ drill;\\nI ve got too many of your preachers now.\\nYour Majesty, I ve taken a solemn vow,\\nTo shut the gates of Hell against those men.\\nThat wear the cloak of holiness, no nol\\nHe d undermine the redoubt of hell!\\nHe d steal the sulphur pots and quickly sell,\\nA furlough to each spirit damned! He d swear\\nM}^ imps into his service, No! I dare\\nNot trust this man from Earth! he s dark-dyed,\\nIn the crucible of truth, he s been tried.\\nUncertain treachery owns his black soul!\\nTo cheat honest men his highest goal.\\nNeither God or Devil can trust this man,\\nHe d surely bring defeat with cunning plan!\\nYour Holiness! we ll shake, and drink, and\\nfriends be.\\nAnd let this dark-dyed hypocrite go free;\\nHe d be a curse to me, a curse to you,\\nTurn him out with the Wandering Jew!\\nIf that does not meet your Godly approval,\\nAnd you insist on a quick removal,\\nAnd to eternal torture this soul must be sent;\\nI ll sell you at Discount\u00e2\u0080\u0094 say\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ten per cent,\\nBrimstone and dynamite, the best in my line,\\nMy goods are double X, considered tine.\\nA little hell of your own you can run,\\n(As hell was conceived in the brain of your\\nson)\\nMethinks he would certainly be the right one.\\nTo mind the fire and roast him well done.\\nRandolph, July, 1892, R. B.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "64\\nPEN PICTURES.\\nTO JUDGE J. B. FISHER,\\nSENT ye ward, ye I wad see,\\nYe remember it vera well;\\nThe time since then seems vera laug,\\nI ve been under Misfortune s spell.\\nDante s beasts were on my track,\\nI could seethe python s trail;\\nAn kcnt by the color of your hair,\\nYou cou d twist the tiger s tail.\\nYe Ijuckled m, ye drew your sword,\\nYe faught tlie l)attle well;\\nYour clarion notes rang out for right,\\nThe facts, man, ye did tell,\\nYe scattered them with your cat-o -nine\\nYe laughed to hear them wail,\\nAn the Judge he smiled ahint his ear,\\nWhan ye twisted the tiger s tail.\\nLosh! man, the skellums are a deid,\\nThe requiem we ll sing;\\nI ll lay on their graves, hops, thistles,\\nNettles; defeat vvdll bring.\\nVictory now is in hie glee,\\nHer ship is ready to sail,\\nBut she keeps right on a laughing,\\nCause vc twisted the tiger s tail,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "i\\nMINA S. SEYMOUR.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 65\\nPICTURES FROM MEMORY S PALACE.\\nAM looking back to cliihlhood s morn,\\nI see a blue frock and apron torn;\\nTwo bare feet, shoes in hand,\\nThe merriest child in all the land.\\nWading the creek on our homeward way,\\nLike all children, I loved pla\\\\\\nIn my dreams, I see the old dinner pail\\nHow often I walked a crooked rail!\\nAte my dinner, sitting on a stump,\\nDrank from the mouth of the old town pump.\\nRode dowm hill at a break-neck pace,\\nJoined the bo3 S in a fox and geese chase,\\nRolled up a snow-man, called it the teacher;\\nWhispered, and laughed at the calling preacher.\\nWas there anything I didn t do?\\nI think not\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what think you?\\nLife was then a day-dream bright,\\nSleep and rest came with the night.\\nCare came not into my cup,\\nWith pleasure I did always sup;\\nDined with Fun, a joker she,\\nFun and I did well agree.\\nLove s dream then was gloriously bright;\\nAnticipation was the mother of Delight.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "66 PEN PICTURES.\\nDanced all night till broad daylight,\\nDidn t go home till the sun shone bright.\\nLovers went, lovers came,\\nLove was a very uncertain game.\\nMy dear school friends what a jolly crew I\\nWhere are the\\\\^ all? I wish I knew!\\nJim is in the senate, Jack is in the bank,\\nMac is an oil-king, a gold-bug crank.\\nFannie is dead, gone to spirit life,\\nTote is married, she s a rich man s wife.\\nMary s an old maid, happy and free,\\nTw^o are divorced, I make three.\\nHusbands three. Rose laid awa}-.\\nLife is a tragedy, we re all in the play.\\nFate rings the changes, days come and go,\\nEnjoy the living now, let Joy s cup overflow.\\nWomanhood dawned, rosy and bright,\\nI laughed with tlie birds from morning till night:\\nSang a merry roundelay,\\nWas the gayest of the gay,\\nTrouble never troubled me,\\nMirth and I did well agree.\\nTl^on, life was like a summer day,\\nTwas the second act in life s play.\\nDrifting, drifting with the tide,\\nDown the stream my boat did glide.\\nFoolish Fancy dreaming,\\nIn it all a meaning.\\nRose colored all things seemed,\\nFancy -s pictures glistened, gleatned.\\nLike the rainbow of promise in the sky,\\nFancy pictured the by and by.\\nBeautiful dreams, gloriously bright,\\nAnticipation is Fancy s delight.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 67\\nAnticipation, subtle and coy,\\nAs treacherous as the Chiefs of Mo^^\\nAnticipation, a dark winged wraith!\\nLures you into the toils of Death!\\nYou ll see her then in the garb of a thief.\\nShe s the twin of Destruction, the mother of Grief.\\nThe pictures cf love none will compare,\\nIn the halls of Memory, stored they are there.\\nThe jewels of life, I treasure with care,\\nClosed in Love s casket, gems that are rare.\\nIn the Palace of Memorv, the past lies dead,\\nBut Love is not there, in that pall-covered bed.\\nLove on a golden throne is seen.\\nChanting Fate s threnod\\\\ I ween.\\nPictures of loved ones hang on the wall,\\nReal, life-like, I love them all.\\nThere s one sad face with love lit eyes,\\nI hear his voice, I hear his sighs.\\nThe voice of love is low and sweet,\\nWith kind word, he, friends would greet.\\nHis smiles were sunshine that warmed my heart,\\nOf his young life I was a part.\\nWe loved, we loved in a silent way.\\nWe cared not what the world did say.\\nYouth s young love was strong and bright,\\nIn the tell-tale e3 es shone Love s light;\\nNature s love, first and best,\\nThey who win it, sure are blest.\\nAngels bless a love like this.\\nWhen Cupid and I*S3xhe kiss.\\nHope was jo\\\\ ous, buoj-ant and bright,\\nHo]je was a goddess always in sight.\\nHope Avas an angel ever near,\\nHope brought Harmony, Peace and Cheer.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "68 PEN PICTURES.\\nHope was my morniug and evening star;\\nI lived in Hope s aerial car.\\nSoared to the seventh sphere of Delight,\\nSad day, when Hope vanished from sight.\\nBeautiful castles I built in the air,\\nBeautiful castles, rich and rare;\\nBuilt and burnished by the hand of Love,\\nRosy-hued castles in imagery wove.\\nGilded and tinted to perfection by Art,\\nBeauty\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Art s hand-maid played well her part.\\nWith beautiful flowers, my castles were decked,\\nSad day, when my beautiful castles were wrecked.\\nIn the warp and woof of Memory s chain.\\nAre color vibrations of Misfortune s refrain.\\nLove was innocent, Love was true.\\nHis rose-colored glasses changed to blue.\\nIn the ebb and flow of Life s surging sea,\\nDisappointment came to Love and me.\\nThe wheels of time rolled in new changes.\\nFuturity, man s plan deranges.\\nLove never doubted or mistrusted.\\nHe was not jealous, always trusted.\\nHe gathered the golden sheaves of each hour,\\nThis the secret to Fate s rich dower.\\nThe robe of Life, weaving each day,\\nBeautiful as the rainbow s ray.\\nTo Harmon3 s music, he listened, listenedl\\nTwas Deception s cobweb that glistened, glis-\\ntened!)\\nLove was truth, hope, charity, my all;\\nA model of kindness, I listened to his call.\\nI saw not Tyranny s subtle wand\\nI saw not the treacherous shifting sand\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "I EN PICTURES. 09\\nI saw not DestriicLion s iever vStrong\\nI (lid not (Ircani of disaster and wrong.\\nMy love, Aly King, the pride of my soul,\\nTo be worthy of him, was my highest goal.\\nPetted and h:)ved, ay, loved and earessed,\\nI w.itehed the eoming of the one I loved best;\\nIk st of all, to me he was dear,\\nIn his love, I knew not fear.\\nStrong and brave, he feared no foe,\\n{Dame Future s plans proved a fatal blow.)\\nWoe to mel woe to me! Fate gave the sad dc-\\nereee,\\nShe brought a eloud of darkness, it was to be.\\nDestiny, Mad Destiny! she crushed my heart!\\nShe is a tragic queen, she played well her part!\\nCruel Fate! heartless F\\\\ate!\\nMerciless demon! yotir name I hate!\\n1 led your breath, a fiery blast!\\nI am your slave, at last! at last!\\nThe Hero of my life! go on! go on!\\nWoe me! the awful lesson I must con.\\nOh Fate! 3 Oii have critshed, ruined, blasted my\\nlife;\\nTurned me from i1ower\\\\ ])aths of peace, into rug-\\nged roads of strife.\\nYou darkened all the windows that let the\\nsunlight in!\\nYou were Destruction s imp, from the cess-\\npool of sin!\\nYou brought the demon Darkness, from the\\nmirkev hold of Hell!\\nI must be resigned, with this devil I must\\ndwell.\\nBacchus and his imps, will feast at my table,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "70 PEN PICTURES.\\nThey would disgrace a beast, Truth vies with\\nFable.\\nAcross 1113 j)ath with dagger drawn, stood Fate,\\nbold and stern;\\nA prisoner thou art, Lady mine, sad lessons you\\nmust learn.\\nQuickly into Plell, like Dante I was hurled!\\nI cursed the day I was born to the world!\\nI cursed the da} I first saw the light!\\nCursed the Fates that brought this blight!\\nCrazed conditions! Heredity gave to man,\\nConditions to be subdued, through Evolution s\\nplan.\\nA thorny road I traveled, many, many years;\\nIvike a chain-gang slave, with a master he dreads\\nand fears.\\nA slave to conditions, conditions born of man,\\nAnd with it no rendition, denj^ it, ay, who\\ncan\\nThis is the Devil s Bridge of Sighs,\\nThe Devil is cunning, tricky, yet wise,\\nLicense! License! Ou have brought this damned\\ncurse!\\nWhat could you have done that would have been\\nworse?\\nOh! the good angel Mercy, my sad petition heard;\\nI prayed for better conditions, she drew her\\ntrusted sword.\\nGo back! go back, you demons, into your\\nsinful bed!\\nTraitors gave yon license! this to the Fates,\\nshe said.\\nTraitors to mothers! traitors to sons! to\\nHonor, Justice and all;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 71\\nForty thousand slain each year, covered by\\nlicense pall.\\nMerc\\\\ whispered in my ear. Lad3^ mine, be of\\ngood cheer;\\nThere s a work for you to do, you will conquer\\nDread and Fear.\\nWith gentle hand, soft and fair,\\nShe stroked my glossy, silken hair.\\nShe calmed my fears, quelled my fright,\\nShe bade me fear no more the night.\\nShe took from Bacchus the crown of Might\\nAnd placed it on the brow of Right;\\nShe turned the Furies from my door,\\nAnd bade them come w4thin no more.\\nRobert Le Diable, she sent far awaj^,\\nTo the coast that is washed by Pacific: spray;\\nThen she bade me seek in the world s busy\\nthrong,\\nA balm to heal the deep wounds of Wrong.\\nShe bade me be patient and work with a will,\\nShe d give me a place that none ither could\\nfill.\\nIn the tragedy- of life, a part I must play,\\nShe bade me hope for a brighter da5\\\\\\nThen with her magic wand, she waved the clouds\\naway.\\nAnd brought to me in place, the golden sun s\\nl3right ray.\\nA shimmering cloud of gold and blue,\\nAcross ni} vision quickU flew;\\nThe silver lining I could see,\\nA lovely sight it was to me.\\nFreedom s song, Heaven s choirs did sing,\\nThe white-winged dove the olive branch did bring.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "72 PKN PICTURES.\\nThen from her silver girdle, she took a golden key,\\nQuick the gates of Futurity opened unto me.\\nEntrancing was the vision, would that ou\\ncould see,\\nThe gift of clear-seeing, this power she gave\\nto me.\\nShe opened wide the door of Time,\\nAnd there I saw the monarch P ame.\\nDame Future s secret mysteries, my life work un-\\nveiled,\\nThe mystic, magic key revealed, my life s book\\nthere unsealed.\\nOh loved Maurenel I bid you hope as once before;\\nTreasures for you Fate holds in store.\\nPlent^^ opens v^-ide her door,\\nYe ll receive good things galore.\\nFrom the Palace of Wisdom, from the loom\\nof Thought,\\nLadj fair, rich gems will be brought.\\nEvolution s spinning wheels, their spindles quickly\\nfly;\\nTo a happy thought accompaniment, oh! the\\nsw^eet bv-and-bv.\\nA QUOTATION.\\nUT loyalty, truce! we re on dangerous ground;\\nWho knows how the fashions may alter?\\nThe doctrine to-daj^ that is loyalty sound.\\nTo-morrow may bring us a halter.\\nRobert Burns.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 73\\nON THE DEATH OF SENATOR JUSTIN MORILL,\\nOF VERMONT.\\nFather of the Senate, in his 89th year, after having\\nserved contiiiuoush^ in the Senate since 1867.\\nT last! at last! one fossil has passed out,\\nRepublicans are glad, I hae na doubt;\\nWe hope a live man in that seat will sit,\\nA man of brains, possessed of reason wit.\\nTis vera sad, yea, vera sad, I think,\\nI smile tae see those deid heids w^ink a n blink;\\nThey pose as statues in the money mart,\\nDeid blocks, like chess-men moved to play their\\npart\\nTheir millions bti} those chairs, gold pays their\\ntools,\\nThey pose as great men, m the farce, like fools;\\nOh! manv years Death leaves the corpse alive,\\nAn laughs to see dame Poly Ticks contrive.\\nAn sae the U. S. shaw gaes on an on,\\nTo the disgust o mony a decent men;\\nGin ye hae gold, the state an all ye buy,\\nWith mold and dry-rot, in that seat ye die.\\nA Hoose o Lairds, that Senate sune will be,\\nGold rules the Ian an there is naething free;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "74. PEN PICTURES.\\nThe grit machine turns oot its grist yc ken,\\nAn Senators arc gar t, mrichinc made men.\\nSen my opinions tac dear Uncle Sam,\\nI m vera sure twad mak an angel dam.n;\\nThis bluidy holocaust, this war to view,\\nLamentable the truth, I m tellin a Ou.\\nElect young men wise men, those seats to fill,\\nChance says:- they may consult the people s\\nwill;\\nThe fossils will not, will not, as you see.\\nFrom a live corpse oh! Death, please set us free.\\nOh for Jock Hornbook! that Senate sure he d\\nfix,\\nWith his aqua fortis. Death s dose he d mix;\\nOh Gude o mercA^ what will we do?\\nI ken, this cursed wiel s too much for you.\\nTO LILY DALE.\\nEAR Lily Dale, I wish to say,\\nYour lads are getting eild;\\nThe frostA^ fleece of time, they wear,\\nTheir heads are gray and beld.\\nResponsibilitj^ is grit,\\nI dinna ken Vv^hat they d do.\\nWithout that\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Lobby member,\\nAy, Lily, wdiat think you?\\nOh! that Lobby member\\nThe Board, 1 fear she ll wind", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 75\\nAronn her finger, aye, aye!\\nAn twist them like a string;\\nThe auhl dame has a charmin way\\nTo time them, she ma^^ bring.\\nThat Lobby Member! that Lobby Member!\\nHas she three in her ])ool?\\nTheir intluenee, favors hearts,\\nAre they drilled in her sehool?\\nHer stock in trade, ah! weell! losh!!\\nHas she bewitched the pack?\\nH^^pnotized by her sweet smile\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFor this, has she a knack?\\nThe Circe-like Cleopatra,\\nHer witch-like ways some crave;\\nShe posed a charming conquerer.\\nHer subject was a slave.\\nAnd is it true, that Lobby Member,\\nHas got her tricks down fine?\\nAn is it true, the charming dame,\\nHas got a few o mine?\\nLosh! whan the like o yo can rule.\\nDry rot has struck the heid;\\nThere s na much spiritualitj\\nThe vital powers are dcid.\\nIt s time the spirits called a halt,\\nAn chant their sad refrains,\\nAn drap in Time s cauld scpulcher.\\nThe fossilized remains.\\nApril 20, 1900.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "76 PEN PICTURES.\\nTO J. W. DENNIS.\\n^t/^0 black for me,\\nNo robes of night,\\nNo clouded brow,\\nBut robes of light;\\nNo pall on coffin-lid.\\nNo priestly quack,\\nNo tears of grief,\\nNo hireling hack,\\nSo woes, no wails,\\nNo sorrow s veils;\\nBut shouts of joy,\\nAnd songs of mirth\\nProclaim the news,\\nAnother birth.\\nJ. W. Dennis.\\nWhan ye are born again,\\nWe winna wear the mirkey robes o nicht;\\nNa fear o that, nae!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nae!\\nWhan we are born again.\\nWe ll robe ourselves in garments bright,\\nFrien ye shall hav your wa3^\\nWhan ye are born again,\\nNa cluddy brow j^e ll see,\\nWhan 3^e are born again.\\nNae pall on coffin-lid for ye,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 77\\nWhan ye are born again,\\nFret na your dear soul frien\\nNa pall on coffin-lid for ye,\\nWe ll gree, frien aye, we ll gree;\\nNae tears o grief\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nae priestly quack,\\nLike men we ll stan by thee;\\nNae waes or wails, na sorrow s veils,\\nFools o oursels we winna mak\\nWhan ye are born again,\\nLife s win s will cease to blaw;\\nWhan ye are born again.\\nThe calm o Peace wall cum, we knaw.\\nWhan ye are born again.\\nWe ll ken it weel, dear frien\\nWe ll plant a stane aboon your heid,\\nA ton or sae, whan ye are born.\\nWe ll shout wi joy sing sangs o mirth,\\nA jubilee we ll gie Transition s morn.\\nGuid cheer we ll gie that birth\\nSae sure as ye gae deid.\\nMarch 1895.\\nA WARNLNG.\\nOUBTNA spirits are ever near.\\nYe wha scoff, hae reason to fear;\\nAhint the scenes ye often sneer,\\nWe ken say weel.\\nYe geek your heids, an sniff the air,\\nSay mony things that arena fair;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "78 PEN PICTURES.\\nYe ll dae weel, yea, gin je take care,\\nAn gie fair deal.\\nGif walls cud talk, I hear ye say,\\nBeware! ye canna tell, they may;\\nThochts are things, they star the play,\\nFair ye maun be.\\nSpirit folk are ilka where,\\nYour ilka thocht an ward we share,\\nI wonner afttimes hoo ye dare\\nInsult the like o me.\\nFeb. 3, 1900. Robert BurxNS.\\nA CHAT WITH THE FIRE.\\nURN lire burn,\\nOh! there s beauty in the fire!\\nSee the flames leap high, higher!\\nBurn tire burn!\\nHa! you little imps of fire,\\nBack behind the fender stay!\\nDo your dancing on the logs.\\nSpit no more sparks out this way!\\nBurn fire burn!\\nBurn fire burn!\\nSee the little demons peek!\\nThey are playing hide-an -seek,\\nBurn fire burn!\\nSuch queer faces I can see\\nFaces real, they seem to me;\\nLittle iiends with eyes that glare!\\nOthers, beautiful and fair.\\nBurn fire burn!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 79\\nBurn fire burn!\\nI m so }uip|)3^ here to-night,\\nSitting by the fire-light,\\nBurn fire burn!\\nMy true love will eome this eve,\\nAye! m\\\\^ love will not deceive.\\nHe is faithful as the sun.\\nKind an true to every one.\\nBurn fire burn!\\nBurn fire burn!\\nLet 3^our rosy flames leap higher;\\nWhile Apollo tunes his lyre,\\nBurn fire burn!\\nThe Musie mine, his harp will bring,\\nSweetest songs to thee he ll sing;\\nLove sangs o th aulden time,\\nBurns queer tales doun oop in rhyme.\\nBurn fire burn!\\nBurn fire burn!\\nPrett}^ flames of rosy hue;\\nBlue and gold lights streaking through.\\nBurn fire burn!\\nHappy is my soul to night,\\nFilled to brim with Love s delight;\\nAye, my love is on the way,\\nAnd I know what love will say\\nBurn fire burn.\\nBurn fire burn!\\nLove was all unken d to me;\\nNae virtue in it eould I see.\\nBurn fire burn!\\nBut ae day Love eam alang,\\nAye th ])ower o Luve is Strang;\\nLuve eau t me i his net sae fast,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "80 PEN PICTURES.\\nFate sae quick the die did cast.\\nBurn fire burn.\\nBurn fire burni\\nLuve s fire burns as bright as this;\\nSweet bliss comes with lover s kiss,\\nBurn fire burn!\\nThrilled by Love s mesmeric spell,\\nIn his palace I now dwell,\\nI Love s queen, will some day be,\\nHe a king will be to me.\\nBurn fire burn!\\nBurn fire burn!\\nMake the room warm, bright an i\\nWe ll be cozy as twa mice.\\nBurn fire burn!\\nWhile he tells me of his luve,\\nYou can watch the turtle-dove.\\nShe can coo and laugh as well,\\nBut she is too wise to tell.\\nBurn fire burn.\\nTHE PEACE COMMISSIONERS.\\nOD bless the Peace Commissioners!\\nNae doot thc}^ are weel paid;\\nIn spite of all their clishmaclaver,\\nThey ll see war I m afraid,\\nSae lang as men like Mark Hanna,\\nTwist the President s ear,\\nThe flood gates of war will open,\\nAn bluid wall rin I fear.\\nSept. 1897.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "ROBERT G. INGERSOLL.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 81\\nTO COL. ROBERT G. INGERSOLL.\\nTHANK ye for your This An That,\\ny^ I I m muckle pleased dear Bob;\\n^j|^ I m vera proud to ken that ye,\\nRememl^er Scotland s Rob.\\nA man maun lee, a man maun dee,\\nAfore he s kissed b^^ Fame;\\nIt tak s sae mony hard knocks, Bob,\\nTo srlorifv one s name.\\nOh! whan a man like ye daur saj-,\\nI m grander than a prince!\\nI m glad I turned the poet s crank,\\nAn gar t the auld kirk wince.\\nThere s ae thing that I didna do,\\nI wadna tell a lie;\\nLike ye, I am an artist, Bob,\\nPen Pictures I will gie.\\nThat wee bit hovel gar t o clay,\\nWad that it s wa s cou d talk;\\nAye mony a sad sad tale thej^ d tell,\\nO nichts that I did walk\\nThe floor alane, an greet, an greet,\\nWi sorrow my saul was pres t;\\nAly heart was aching sairly,\\nFor me there wasna rest.\\nAuld Fate was hard upo this chiel,\\nNae mercy shaw d puir Rob;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "82 PEN PICTURES.\\nI thocht that writ in poetry,\\nWas a wanchancie job.\\nWhan Hoonger sat by my ingle-lowe,\\nAn Want cam i the door;\\nI said:- weel! poetry is guid,\\nBut bairns need something more.\\nI faught the battle weel an Strang,\\nThe writin I maun do;\\nI didna hae the siller Bob,\\nThat Fate has gien to ^--ou.\\nI bauldly faced auld Destiny,\\nFate gied me nae position;\\nI suffered niair than I can tell,\\nBy poverty s inquisition.\\nAuld Scotland s prhice, ye ca me Bob,\\nYe are my ain leal frien\\nThe spirit folk on this side, Bol),\\nCa \\\\^e the king o men.\\nThe Great I Am, o Liberalism,\\nAs Buddha to his clan;\\nAs Confucius to his jjeople.\\nSavior, ye are to man.\\nAye! your courage is unbounded.\\nYe never fear a foe;\\nYe ve douned auld Orthodox sae flat,\\nAs a kirk men do know.\\nYe are the power o the times.\\nThe greatest man as j^et;\\nLosh! whan the preacher tackles yl\\\\\\nHe gets left i the wet.\\nI did na ape auld Horace, Bob,\\nAn Chaucer was nae me;\\nI am my ain Scotch sel Bob,\\nI am fu o poetry.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 83\\nTwas born of real conditions,\\nIt environment, did produce;\\nPassion leaped like red-het fire,\\nI did traduce sediice.\\nThe lairds, an dukes, an earls, an sirs.\\nWere wur than I daur be;\\nAn whan I saw their mistresses,\\nIt raised the deil with me.\\nThen, whan the same thing I did do,\\nThey frowned me doun, ye see!\\nAuld nature is the same to all.\\nNature an T agree.\\nAly pen did turn into a sword.\\nMy ink was red-het fire;\\nThe aristocrats sune foun Bob,\\n1 played oopon the (liar) lyre.\\nAn whether he be priest or laird,\\nI didna care a d n!\\nI faced them with the truth Bob,\\nI stood oop like a man.\\nIt was sae hard to stan alane,\\nAn fling the shot an shell;\\nWi auld Orthodox a hovvlin\\nAn the neibors aft as well.\\nBut, Courage stood ahint me,\\nAn Victory kissed me aft;\\nAn the gentry an the lassies,\\nGied pats, wi lian sae saft.\\nMy life was nae sae badly spent.\\nForgot I ne er will be;\\nThere s mon^^ a one here an there,\\nWill haud a place for me.\\nMy rhymes I ken, are lo ed by some,\\nI tin them i the hame;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "84 PEN PICTURES.\\nAuld Scotland s sonsie laddie,\\nWon honor, lo c, an fame.\\nThere s ae thing I maun tell ye, r)ob,\\nSpiritualism is true;\\nThe Muses help ye preach, Bob,\\nI aften stan by you.\\nI am a warker i the field,\\nSpirits are a niichty host;\\nWeel Bob, I can t fin Heaven or Hell,\\nChrist, God or the Ploly Ghost.\\nA lass I ve fand, that suits me weel,\\nA sensitive is she;\\nTis thro her organism, I cum,\\nAn write today to 3 e.\\nYe U cum oor w^ay some day, Bob,\\nYe ll meet my bonnie Dame;\\nI m gaun to gie my sonsie lass,\\nPo\\\\ver, walth, an fame.\\nShe is as faithful as the sun,\\nShe w^rites frae morn till night;\\nI fand her neath the upas tree,\\nSorrow had gien its blight.\\nShe is the Cinderella,\\nI ve leuked for mony a year;\\nAn ye w^ill fin I ll mak o her,\\nA wise, a witty seer.\\nI m writin anither beuk, Bob,\\nRed-het, like the ither;\\nI m shakin oop the rotten kirk,\\nI m after the Christian brither.\\nI am nae deid, but lee, aye! aye!\\nI wield the pen the same;\\nI ll gie them anither tragedy,\\nThey ll forgetna my name.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "PEN PrCTURES. 85\\nThis is a conversazione,\\nA telegram to ye;\\nNoo Bob, dinna gae ske])ticizin\\nAn say this isna me.\\nYc o hie degree, a sensitive,\\nInspiration cnms to ye;\\nA spirit ban helps ye Bob,\\nAgnostic tho ye be.\\nFATHER vSNIFFLE S CONFESSION.\\nLORD! here in thy holy church,\\nWith prayer I come to thee;\\nFather, Son and Holy Ghost,\\nThree in one, and one in three.\\nAlmight} is thy power, O God!\\nThy penetrating eye dost see,\\nAnd know, mj^ soul with grief is sore.\\nFrom sin, O God! set me free!\\nGhaist Tis true, in this confessional, O man!\\nYe ve aft en been afore.\\nWhen my weak soul was wracked with pain,\\nAnd I a coward, shook with fear;\\nWith secrets dark, I dare not tell.\\nE en tlien, I felt your presence near.\\nThe dark- winged messenger of Sin,\\nTemptation through it we fall;\\nThe wily snake that smiled on Eve,\\nO God! 3 ou viewed it all!\\nGhaist Is there no surcease from H^^pocrisA\\nYour sins man, are na small.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "80 PEN PICTURES.\\nTemptation does me oft beguile,\\nShe sets her cunning snare;\\nWith a bewitching Circe-hke smile,\\nHer traps are ever^^whcre.\\nTho priest I am, of woman born,\\nHer weak points I inherit.\\nM}^ reputation is good, O God!\\n(But YOU know what I merit.)\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 And l)e it this or be it that,\\nThe crown of thorns, A-e ll wcnr it.\\nOn thee, O Lord! I loudly- call,\\nSave me from sin s fell snare,\\nSin and Tem])tation, twins from IIcll!\\n1 meet them ever^ where.\\nGod! in this confessional,\\nI humbly bend the knee,\\n1 consecrate my life, O God!\\nConsecrate it to thee.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 O Father, Son! (I am the ghaist,)\\nA holy trinit_v.\\nO Holy Mother! Mary, virgin!\\nThe cross I make to thee;\\nIn meekness, H0I3 Mother!\\nI humbl^^ bend the knee.\\nBear with my sins, O Mother mine!\\nList Mother, while I pra3^;\\nThe load is greater than I can bear,\\nI will confess to-day.\\nGhaist Science now sees with Godlike e3 c.\\nTurn on the Cathode raj-.\\nO God! tis here that erring souls\\nConfess so oft to me;\\nThe sins they ve done from daj^ to daj^\\nTis here I take the pardoning fee.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "PEx\\\\ PICTURES. 87\\nA servant to your holy law,\\nThe wafer on their lips I place;\\nEcclesiastical politj^ a rite from God\\nIt saved the sinner from disgrace.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The law and rites of Gods and Priests\\nTo Almighty Man we trace.\\nLike ithers, I ll take bread and wine,\\n(I ll feast while others fast;)\\nWith hol}^ water I ll wet my brow.\\nBy this the sinner s blest.\\nHere in thy holy temple, O God!\\nMen kneel the cross they kiss;\\nFaith gives them holy confidence,\\nSupernal grace and bliss.\\nGhaist The bliss o ignorance ye ken,\\nLosh! my opinion this.\\nGreat God! infallible I am to them,\\nInfallible you are to me;\\nA suppliant, I kneel an sue for grace,\\nTis mtrcj, God, I ask of thee.\\nOh! give me Cyril s power, O God!\\nThat T may dethrone Wrong;\\nOh! concentrate your legions, God,\\nAnd make your fortress strong.\\nGhaist But nae sae Strang but what twill fall,\\nDissenters ye re amang.\\nTis here, girls tells of wa\\\\ ward sins,\\nAnd ask to be forgiven.\\nTis here they tell the old, old tale,\\nHov. poverty and cold has driven\\nThem out into a cruel world,\\nWhere ])read is hard to get,\\nInto Sin s whirlpool they are hurled.\\nWith cnnningness Sin s traps are set.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "88 PEN PICTURES.\\nGliaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Puir weaklings! innocent an blin\\nFood an shelter hard to fin\\nO God! so well, I know tis true,\\nTwas in an hotir like this;\\nWith cold and hunger in the home,\\nTemptation, their lips did kiss.\\nLife struggles for existence,\\nAttraction is a subtle king,\\nHis treacherous smile revives dead hope,\\nMany pleasures he does bring.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Ye ken it weel, just hoo they fa\\nBoceace has tauld it a\\nThe tempter gave them l)read and wine,\\nThey whose purse held not one dime;\\nDid kneel before Temptation s shrine,\\nSad duty mine, sad duty mine!\\nEvil, with Argus-eye did vrorsQ,\\nLust gave them love, food and wine.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 He wdia noteth the sparrow s fall,\\nSaw it all saw it all!\\nWith Luve s sweet promise he led them on,\\nWith glittering gold that hired\\nInto the beautiful palace of sin,\\nInto a gilt-edged hell ensnared,\\nWant bade them go within.\\nThou knowest, their souls endured\\nMuch before they fell.\\nForgiveness I assured.\\nGhaist Poverty wdtli empty maw.\\nStops nae for man made law.\\nTo God s confessional, men \u00c2\u00a3ift come,\\nConfess their sins jca, bold;\\nYou know, O Lord! confession,\\nWill keep them in the fold.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 89\\nTis here the treacherous wife reveals,\\nThe dark waVvS of her life;\\nForgiveness asks, she pays me well,\\nI pass her, as a pure good wife.\\nThe worldly sins of all my Hock,\\nI cover as best I can;\\nConfession and forgiveness,\\nThis is Salvation s plan.\\nGhaist Confession, confession, a devlish priestly plan!\\nConfession confession, it enslaves the mind\\nof man!\\nTis here the husband comes in prayer,\\nRepentingl3^ bends the knee;\\nI intercede with thee, O God!\\nWith a confession to me.\\nTo please an angrj- God,\\nHe pa^ s a princelj^ fee;\\nReveals the crimes of a burdened sonl,\\nDark-dyed is the l)lood of his heart;\\nVirtue s maids he led astray,\\nHe played the villain s part.\\nSeduced, like Mary in Joseph s day,\\n(The Ghost did blind the vvorld,)\\nDamned through eternity, aye!\\nIn scandal s cesspool hurled.\\nThey pay the penalty of crime and shame,\\nWith ruined character, and blackened name.\\nGhaist Suicide tak s them in his arms.\\nCroons them to sleep with Death s weird\\ncharms.\\nTwas in this consecrated room, O God!\\nThat Patrick Jones his sins confessed;\\nHis crimes were black, black as could be.\\nHe asked to be forgiven and blessed,\\nConfession made him clean and free.\\nHe whipped his wife one Sunday morn;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "90 PEN PICtURE^.\\n(A follower of Christ was he,)\\nTwas jnst before her bcibc was born.\\nPoor child! to such a brute a slave!\\nHis soul was dead, I think.\\nHeart, conscience, soul, what e er it be,\\nTwas stultified, and drowned in drink.\\nGhaist Rum mak s man, a thing beneath the beast,\\nDrink! drink! tis a devil s feast!\\nHe often cursed and whipped his child,\\nA fiend, he seemed to be;\\nWith rum his brain was fired an Tvald,\\nO God! he came to me,\\nHere in this holy confessional.\\nRepentant, meek and mild.\\nConfession forgiveness gold,\\nHypocrisA^ sweetly smiled.\\nO God! 3^ou know tis true tis true,\\nHe knelt to you in prayer,\\nAnd asked for your protection,\\nYour mercy, love and care.\\nGhaisl: The han o the priest he crossed wi gold.\\nIn the kirk mart, forgiveness bought an\\nsold.\\nThen, there is Doctor Hardshell,\\nWho gives the old blue pills;\\nHe ):)leeds as in j-e auldcn time.\\nGives ipecac and squills.\\nFor money he did murder,\\nA mother and babe, twas said,)\\nTwas a married man that paid him.\\nThe victim w^as a maid.\\nTo this holy confessional.\\nThe doctor came one da}-.\\nAnd here he knelt confessing,\\nAnd penitently did pray.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 91\\nGliaist The warl is fu o just sic men,\\nYcil lin tbem ilka where, ye ken.\\nThen, God, there was Dick Marblchead,\\nThe cashier in the bank;\\nGold and silver he gave the church.\\nHis purse was never lank.\\nHe praised the Lord with singing,\\nDevotion s child was he;\\nA servant to your holy cause,\\nA servant, Dick was to me.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Ahint the door o your confessional,\\nYe re tellin the braid truth, man;\\nYe ve the bag that hands the kirk s crimes.\\nAn the hale devlish plan.\\nHis soul he gave to Jesus,\\nFor Christ he d always stood;\\nHe loved the old religion,\\nTo him twas sureh good.\\nHe knew there was a saviour.\\nWho all sins could forgive;\\nHe believed in immortality,\\nIn Heaven the soul would live.\\nGhaist O haly priest! O haly priest!\\nWord pictures ye hae gien;\\nA chicl s amang ye takin notes,\\nAs some daj^ will be seen.\\nO Lord! you know Dick Marblchead,\\nFell in Temptation s way;\\nHe borrowed twenty thousand.\\nAnd then forgot to paj-.\\nTwas strange that he dare take it,\\nOn holy Christmas day,\\nHis faithful wife, supposed that Dick,\\nHad gone to church to pray.\\nLosh! Dick crossed the wild Niagara,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "92 PEN PICTURES.\\nInto Canada he got;\\nThere s lots of Christians over there,\\nThat is a sacred spot.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The law has bridged the falls ye ken,\\nAn noo we cateh Christ s haly men.\\nThen, there was Father Bnncombee,\\nThe child of Humility;\\nHe cared for his aged motlicr.\\nShe was the soul of Purit\\\\\\nSisters, he had six or seven,\\nI can t remember which;\\nHe fell in love with the banker s wife,\\nShe was beautiful and rich.\\nOne evening after service,\\nShe stayed with him to pray;\\nThey came to this confessional,\\n(They d been here, before, that day.)\\nThe mischief, then, they finished,\\nThey vowed they d run away;\\nBut just before they started,\\nThey thought they d better pray.\\nGhaist Events like this, are hah^ scenes.\\nObject lessons for the weans.\\nThen they asked you, Lord, to watch them,\\nSend prosperity long their way;\\nThe} asked you. Lord, to bless thcni,\\nBless them from day to day.\\nThen the Father asked the banker s wife.\\nIf she would sure be true;\\nThen they kissed each other fondly,\\nAnd left it all with you.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Hypnotic bliss is sweet I ween,\\nBut I wadna gic for it a preen.\\nOnce more I will remind you Lord,\\nOf the sins of Pat O Grundy;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 93\\nYou ll find him round the corner, Lord,\\nSelling whisky all day Sunda3^\\nHe pours it out to men and boys,\\nA sort of liquid damnation;\\nHe s ruined fathers, husbands, sons!\\nThere s no one in creation\\nCan do more harm to wives and babes.\\nAnd ruin more happy homes.\\nThan this same Pat O Grundj^,\\nAnd 3 et to church he conies;\\nAnd he, O Lord! oft asks 3 ou,\\nTo hear his humble prayer;\\nPVom church he goes straight to his den!\\nIt is a hellish snare!\\nGliaist Gif it is wrang to drink on Sundaj\\nIsna the sin as grit on Monday?\\nLord! 3 ou have forgiven.\\nThe followers of Fraud and Sin\\n1 now approach your Holiness,\\nAnd pass my trotdjlcs in.\\nI ll lay them all before 3 ou,\\nAs others have done before;\\nAnd wdien thej^ re reckoned up, I fear,\\nO Lord! you ll find there s more\\nThan all the rest together;\\nYour judgment 1 must face,\\n(This holy cloak my rosary,\\nWill shield me from disgrace.)\\nHave merc\\\\ on my soul, O Lord!\\nLook on my sins with pity s eye!\\nDraw not on me Grim Vengeance s wratii,\\nIn future days, O Lord I ll try,\\nA better record I will make.\\nYou are the soul of charit^^,\\nAly sins forgive for Jesus sake!\\nO bless! sweet angel of purit}-!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "94 PEN PICTURES.\\nNow While you wisely ponder\\nI ll take a glass of wine;\\nFor Jesus sake! for Jesus sake!\\nWith spirits I ll drink and dine.\\nTo priest, a friend is wine.\\nGhaist Tis wondrous strange the power ye ve got,\\nBlin ignorance follows ye I wot.\\nAy! there is one thing father,\\nLet me whisper in your ear;\\nI wouldn t mention this, no!\\nSo any one could hear.\\nGod! don t brand me a Solomon,\\nWith a thousand wives or more;\\n(Publicity wou d wreck me, sure,)\\nTheir true hearts would l)e sore;\\nTo know I loved some other one,\\nThey now are true as steel;\\nTis only through this secrecy,\\nThat with them I can deal.\\nAnd there s my mother my sisters,\\nTwould be a life disgrace;\\nI d have to pack my grip-sack,\\nAnd get me from this place.\\nGhaist riypocris3^ s cloak is braid and lang,\\nAneath it is hid, Vice and Wrang,\\nI feel so very sure, O Lord!\\nYour pardoning grace is ample;\\nThe men you ve pardoned heretofore.\\nIn truth s a holy sample.\\nAnd now, O Lord! before 3^our throne,\\nI ve come, confess I must!\\nYou know I m strangely fashioned. Lord,\\nWith sinful, Heslily lust.\\nBut so was Abraham, and Saul,\\nAye, David and fair Ruth,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "^EN PICTURES. 95\\nForgiYC, O Lord! a sinful man,\\nWho dares to tell the truth.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Your houghmagandie waj-s the Ghalst cansee,\\nLike ony ither toop, Gude better apron ye.\\nChrist was sent (the Bible says,)\\nThe shiful man to save;\\nCrucified upon the cross.\\nHis life for us he gave.\\nThe priest, the saint, the vilest knave,\\nOn thecs O Lord! our sins we cast.\\nForgive God! forgive! forgive!\\nFor penance I will praj^ and fast.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Chant on, chant on, we ll watch ye well.\\nYour baggage, I see, is checked to Hell.\\nO God! a heavy burden you have got,\\nAnd sad indeed must be your lot;\\nIt was not me that fixed things so.\\nIt s your own plan, yea, well you know,\\nThis is the great salvation plan.\\nConfess, confess, O sinful man!\\nLicentiate murderer, thief!\\nSome day j^ou ll come to grief.\\nIn your last hour atonement make,\\nO gracious Lord! twas for the sake\\nOf David, Solomon and me,\\nChrist died on Calvary.\\nThere s one thing more that I must mention.\\nO Lord! please give it your attention.\\nThe infidels are on our track.\\nThey have destro^-ed the hoh rack.\\nThe iron-virgin thsj have stole,\\nWe ll soon be singing songs o dool.\\nThe Holy Yirgin, the^- mak transpire;\\nAye they ve quenched the holy fire\\nThat burned the heretic In faith,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "96 PEN PICTURES.\\nNo longer can we play the mystagogue,\\nTo them, we re but a hollow^ wraith.\\nO Lord! the truth is dawning fast,\\nThey have unveiled the bitter past!\\nThey re weakening fast our holv power,\\nNo longer can we make them cower.\\nThey care no more for hell than ice.\\nThey care no more for the Devil than mice,\\nThe H0I3 Bible they ve simmered fine.\\nTill Bibles sell for scarce a dime.\\nAnd preachers have close picking now,\\nVoltaire and Paine stirred up a row.\\nGhaist My cat-o -nine tail your kirk did feel.\\nAn noo I ll gie ye anither deal.\\nA tithe no longer will thc}^ V^y,\\nThe times have changed I hear them sa_v;\\nOn Sunday a man can kiss his wife,\\nAnd yet not fear he ll lose his life.\\nCan split his .wood aiid cut his hair,\\nIs not obliged to attend prayer.\\nO Lord! you re losing .ground 1 fear;\\nThe reign of man is very near.\\nO Lord! send Death for Pagan Bob,\\nAnd send hinl quick or he will rob\\nThe church of all its mystery,\\nAVith must}^ ancient historj/.\\nPie does hear Oppression s groan\\nHe does mock Deception s moan\\nBind him fast close by 3 onr throne,\\nPlace a guard around his scat.\\nWatch him close, or he will beat\\nThe bottom out of Heaven and Hell!\\nlie wdll break tlie holy spell.\\nPriests will beg from door to door.\\nAs they oft have done before.\\nAltars, Bibles, churches scorned,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "ANNA L. vSHAW", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 97\\nWhen the peoples all have learned;\\nThat Bob tells the living truth,\\nBob is catching fast the 3^outh.\\nRuin s clutch is on our neck,\\nBob with haughtj^ pride does geek\\nHis head, and with derision smile;\\nHoliness does weep meanwhile.\\nAye Religion oft does weep.\\nWhile Pagan Bob does sweetl^^ sleep.\\nThou must save, O Lord! our cause,\\nFor they do defy our laws.\\nThou a Saviour, now must be,\\nThjs fact surely you must see.\\nAmen! Amen!\\nTHE LATEST FAD.\\n^HE brides discard the big boquet,\\nArab! God s pra3^er-beuk carry, they;\\nA fad in Matrimonj^ s pla3^.\\nIn Time s weird histor3\\nDivorce comes in with cunning trick,\\nThe lasses ken his ways are slick,\\nThe^^ dub Divorce, a pawkie Brick,\\nBrim full of mystery.\\nAs all thhigs are uncertain, they\\nAre well prepared with book to pra\\\\\\nI m ver^^ sure tis Wisdom s wav,\\nTis Evolution s plan.\\nGod no longer joins together,\\nHe ken s man will quickh sever,\\nPennsylvania cuts the tether,\\nAlaUe! away flies nmr\u00c2\u00bb!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "98 PEN PICTURES.\\nTO A. GASTON.\\nATE S cuffed ye to a peak sae 1110113 times,\\nThin as a match ye re getting;\\nBut what is to be, will be, man,\\nTrowth! there s nae use in fretting.\\nTheosophy says: All things in life,\\nAre for the good of man;\\nIt s in our karma weel! jq ken,\\nIt s the universal plan.\\nYe rubbed agin Theosophy,\\nI m sure it was to be;\\nAnd with her three-taed leister, man,\\nTheosophy speared ye.\\nBut in it all, there s good man,\\nWhat is tae be, wdll be;\\nTwa grit I Ams, met on the w^aj^.\\nAn sure, they cudna gree.\\nThe crupper, loot it oot a notch.\\nThe check rein s a wee bit tight;\\nTak aff the keekin -straps 1100,\\nTheosophy s all right.\\nThe threshing did the auld dame good,\\nA lesson she has learned;\\nConcentration lost the game.\\nThe loaded dice 3^e turned.\\nBut, Change is 011 the D.y, aye!\\nChange is dame Nature s plan;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES.\\n99\\nThe iron ring will brak yea I\\nYe glides! we canna stan\\nThis ticht girt Plutoeracv,\\nThe win s are gathering Strang;\\nA cj^clone will sweep through the Dale,\\nAn wreck the throne o Wrang-.\\nTO LANCELOT.\\nE D like a plaee amang my stars,\\nIn my beuk o rhymes, a page;\\nAfore the fbotlichts, A^e d appear,\\nAn actor on my stage.\\nMj^ roster is quite full, sir,\\nMy weel laid plans complete;\\nYe re welcome i the audience,\\nWi the beld-heids tak a seat.\\nQUOTATION.\\nE love our fellowman, our kind.\\nWife, child and friend;\\nTo phantoms we are deaf and blind.\\nBut we extend\\nThe helping hand to the distressed.\\nBy lifting others we are blessed.\\ni-ofC.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "100 PliN PICTURES.\\nTO WILLIAM Mckinley.\\nI have always been in favor of the free and unlimited\\ncoinage of the silver product of the United States, and have\\nso voted on at least two occasions.\\nYou may remember as indicating my position on this\\nsubject, that I voted to pass the silver bill, in the Forty-\\nfifth and Forty-sixth Congress, over the veto of President\\nHa3 es.\\nWilliam McKinley.\\n^OR 3^cars 3 c ve posed McKinley,\\nHonesty s chieftain brave;\\nThe grit Republican Mascot,\\nThe kintra ye coti d save.\\nUnmasked ye are McKinley,\\nThe gold-wash is too thin;\\nThe Silverites are after jq,\\nThey ll raise roun ye a din.\\nWeel masked ye thoclit yoursel man,\\nWith sheeny robes of gold;\\nYe are a fly caught in the web,\\nY^e U fin the spiders bauld.\\nIndelible, 3 our record, man,\\nA Silverite ye stand;\\nTis the clean part of your historj^\\nNoo, ye re versus, Bland.\\nCry 3^c may, Out, damned spot, out!\\nThe warl will hear an woiidt-r;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 101\\nAn whan they size yc np, Mack,\\nThey ll say ye ve made a blunder.\\nThe tiger eaniia change its stripes,\\nYe re a silver man the same;\\nThe one grit change the people see,\\nDisgrace has scotched yonr name.\\nHe wha goes back on Principle,\\nIn search of \\\\valth an fame;\\nCertain he is, McKinley,\\nTo black fair Honor s name.\\nThis pla3 ing loose an fast. Mack,\\nThe Confidence plot, grit glide!\\nThe Fates will speak frae judgment s throne,\\nHypoeracy pass neath m\\\\^ rod.\\nWe face a frightful crisis,\\nYe re a traitor to the people s cause;\\nYe ride on the golden juggernaut,\\nThat crushes with its python laws.\\nIgnorance is deaf an blind,\\nBut Wisdom is open-e^-ed;\\nYe re seen in Hypocrac3 s golden robe,\\nYe ve a face for ilka side.\\nThe Gold-bugs, pull the wires, Mack,\\nYe, Punch to Mark s Jud\\\\- show.\\nSilver men laugh to see ye dance.\\nYea, laugh for thej^ well know.\\nThat underneath 3 our golden robe,\\nA silver man is hid;\\nTemptation cuddles \\\\^e weel, Mack,\\nSac 3 e do as jq are bid.\\nThe Janus of 1896,\\nOn a well balanced pivot ye swing;\\nLike the weather-cock that hings at the door,\\nYe perched on the Plutocrats wing;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "102 PEN PICTURES.\\nBehind a golden dagger, pose,\\nTwill shield jq in the fight;\\nBut justice will o ertak 3^e, man,\\nYe ll fin that micht s na right.\\nQuay Mark an Piatt consign to H\u00e2\u0080\u0094 1,\\nThe golden parasites sla3^;\\nGive Honor s men the chairs of State,\\nFor this the people pra3\\\\\\nHonor s shield 3^e wear na, nae,\\nGold tipped frae heid to heel;\\nThe G. O. P. a gold plate trust,\\n^J he trade-mark clinched with, steal.\\nYe represent monoplies,\\nThe miclit^^ golden ring;\\nYe re the Judas of the century,\\nProof, your comrades bring.\\nSpoken wards never die Mack,\\nThe Bland Bill ye maun face;\\nSold! sold! on the altar of gold.\\nTrapped in the net of Disgrace.\\nThe Silver Knisrht the Silver Knight.\\nft\\nTruth s banners weaving high;\\nThe Silver Knight the Silver Knight,\\nConfronts the Plutocrat s lie.\\nThe golden cloak, it fits ye w^cU,\\nAristocracy bows to thee;\\nGold makes the man, (a putty man,)\\n(Na God, twas Mark, made ye.)\\nIt s tweedledee an tweedledum.\\nAnything to get there;\\nYe ll play the clown for Hanna,\\nTo w4n the President s Chair.\\nBut when j^e perch upon that seat,\\nYe the smallest man there yet;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 103\\nA Squealin squirmin inonke\\\\\\nTethered in Hanna s net.\\nGlide be wi ye McKinle\\\\%\\nO the Deil, ye U hae your share:\\nYe ll mak a totizhng mess o t,\\nCohimbia will want nac niair.\\nGin bluid disna rin, Mack,\\nAfore your race is run;\\nThen I am na prophet, man,\\nWith prophec3-, I m done.\\nMarch, 1895.\\nA MESSAGE.\\nULD Grannie Lott is here to-daA^,\\nA kecklin boot her hoosc;\\nShe s in a bad worry,\\nAn thinks she s played the goose.\\nThe gallery of art, is whare?\\nYe heed na her request;\\nThe vera deil is in it,\\nThe auld dame canna rest.\\nNa paintings hing upon the walls,\\nIn her gallerj^ of art;\\nAn na one thinks of Grannie Lott,\\nSair is the auld dame s heart.\\nOf statuar3% just one piece,\\nAn that is Night with Da3^;\\nAn hoo the Day cam in it\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI ve naething mair to sa\\\\\\nR. B.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "104\\nPEN PICTURES.\\nFASHIONABLY DRESSED.\\nERE I am! in Fashion s parlor,\\nWith Auld Dame Bnmcombee;\\nWatching Fashion s ladies, wha are,\\nDecked for men to see.\\nI wonder! and I wonder!\\nWhat their mothers are about!\\nTo dress their daughters in that way,\\nAnd then to send them out.\\nNow as I sit here in my chair.\\nThat s snug up in the corner;\\nI spy, a richly dressed 3 oung lass,\\nHer name, is Mollie Horner.\\nShe wears a dress, (or part of one,)\\nSome parts, are surely missing;\\nTwas made to tempt some mother s son,\\n(Mollie Fm sure likes kissing.)\\nThe dressmaker, (the careless dame,)\\nForgot the sleeves Fm sure;\\nOr else she patterned after Eve,\\nNaked she came, (yet pure.)\\nOh! Mollie s arms are bare as bare,\\nAs the wee bit babe new born;\\nBare arms some think attractive.\\nFashion s models they adorn.\\nAn Mollie s neck s as white as snow,\\nYe gods! I mUvSt admire!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "PRN PICTURES. 10(\\nAnd Mollie s charms arc fairer still,\\nMy pulse does bound \\\\vith fire!\\nCan I sit glum and moody here,\\nAnd win na luve s full share;\\nWith Mollie standing b3^ so near,\\nSo beautiful an fair?\\nAm I a man that courage lacks,\\nA figure of dispair?\\nShall I sit here a mild buckwheat,\\nA holding down this chair?\\nWith Nature s loveliness in view.\\nDecked with such cunning art;\\nAh no! young man, 3 our soul s ablaze.\\nLook well, j^ou play 3 our part!\\nYea, in thy presence lovely lass.\\nMy j -oung blood warms towards you;\\nYou have bewitched m3 very sold,\\nYour glance has pierced me through.\\nI m sure tis folly to despair.\\nSo much in sight of man;\\nTo win 3^our love; Mollie dear!\\nI ll do the best I can.\\nMORAL.\\nO mothers! ye who daughters have,\\nDress them with modest care;\\nLest with a tempting carelessness,\\nThey some young man ensnare.\\nFor love that s pure is never born,\\nA slave to Passion s god;\\nSuch lives arc sealed, and feel Despair,\\nW^ill beckon them aneath his rod.\\nNae woman half dressed wad appear,\\nGin nane but woman were there;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "106 PEN PICTURES.\\nThe men admire na, nakedness,\\nSae dress ye with grit care.\\nLike Passion s cancan queans appear,\\nChristians, with bosoms bare;\\nYe tempting Jads, furl weel your flags!\\nA challenije to men! Pd swear!\\nTO D. B. MERRITT.\\nMember ol the C. L. F. A. Board.\\nt GANDER lone, 3^e wander roun,\\nA bag of bones grim;\\nJ Despondency^ 3^our shadow, man,\\nA match-like wraith, tall, slim,\\nAnd ghaist-like, cadaverous,\\nA skeleton with hollow e3 e;\\nCauld, clammed, shiggisli, stiff,\\nDo 3^ou intend to die?\\nThe odd sheep on the noted Board,\\n(Lily Dale s teeter, yc know;)\\nSlide down aniang the ither men,\\nAn be ye nae sae slow.\\nOn the wrang end the Board, jq sit,\\nA sample, roostin hie.\\nA Secretary, ye need, man,\\nYe U beat Death on the sly.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "TEN PICTURES. 107\\nTO BOSS PLATT.\\n,ANWAR 1895, O Man!\\nYe canna sune forget;\\nAuld Time did whatt his knife,\\nBluid he meant to let.\\nYe wore Polly Tick s hie eroun,\\nBut rust^^ it was getting;\\nSae Ma^^or Strang thocht it weel,\\nTo gie it a new settin\\nMicht is richt, has been the cry,\\nFrae the Plattites to Tarn s vile den;\\nCorruption s rottenness stenchcd the air,\\nOot with it raired honest men.\\nLet Truth, Honor and Decency,\\nRaise their voices hie;\\nAn say by a that s guid an grit,\\nThis monstrosity maun die.\\nDeil-ma-carc, tlicy faced the wiel.\\nThey thocht it clismaclavcr;\\nAn tlio thev saw the windy cluds,\\nThe\\\\ thocht Tarn a guid driver.\\nBut, like Tam O Shanter s auld mccrc Meg,\\nThe tiger has lost its tail;\\nAn frae that bizzie citj-,\\nI hear a maurnful wail.\\nDown wV the one-man po\\\\ver I sa^\\nBe it Piatt, a king or czar;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "108 PEN PlCTUREv^.\\nQueen Yic, or Lil, or this or that,\\nJustice s escutcheon they mar.\\nOppression s clankin chain is heard,\\nTheir rotten thrones maun fall;\\nAn the rich-red wine in their gowden caups,\\nWill turn to bitter gall.\\nThe hale warl s in commotion,\\nPolitics, religion, an a\\nThe banner o Richt will gae oop,\\nAn the red flag o Micht maun fa\\nNero had his time ye ken,\\nConstantine had the same;\\nTime s Juggernaut is rolling on.\\nJustice will bag the game.\\nThe peoples are waukening in this grit day,\\nThey are leukin to left an richt;\\nTheir leaders are watching weel the wa\\\\^\\nThey are nae far ahin Truth s licht.\\nDown with the ring-gang politicians,\\nGie us better laws,\\nMicht s victims maun be delivered,\\nFrae the vulture s claws.\\nADDENDUM.\\nFor the neist centurj^ s birth we wait,\\nFate is brewing the groanin malt;\\nThe kebbuck waits upo Time s shelf,\\nNane wi sic cou d fin fault.\\nThe liowdie wi a tass o brand\\\\\\nWaits the eventful time;\\nTime s auld sexton wn rape in han\\nThe deid bell sune will chime.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 109\\nTO JUDGE FARNUM,\\nWellsville, N. Y.\\nN sae ye are a farmer!\\nIs there an Opp(tion) in the trade?\\nThere s nae miickle siller in the IdIz,\\nNae maseot, I m afraid.\\nYour farm is stocked with hogs, theysa}\\nMark Hauna owns the trust;\\nWhan he hears ye ve joined his hog ring,\\nHe ll faint from sheer disgust.\\nMark Hanna owns the Hog trust,\\nIn Washington, D. C;\\nHe s got them in a corner,\\nAs 3 e will later see.\\nHe will not car them this year,\\nHe ll drive them with a gad,\\nThe yankee and the Irishman,\\nWill fall in line Be dad.\\nThere naetbing like Mark Hanna s trust,\\nThe thievish hogs have stole;\\nThe right to root across the sea,\\nFilipino sings sangs o dole.\\nIt s powerful, this trust of hogs,\\nYe better sell yours man;\\nGet shot o those Spanish gruntcrs^\\nTwill be the wisest plan.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "110 PEN PICTURES.\\nFAULKNER JUNCTION.\\nAITIN at the station,\\nNaetliing here to drink;\\nNeither broo or bannoc,\\nLosh! puir fare I think.\\nGlide of mercy help us!\\nHoongr} as a bear,\\nSic treatment b} the R. R. C.\\nI m sure it isna fair,\\nFaulkner Junction three railroads here,\\nA switch pen and a shed;\\nWould tae Gude the managers,\\nWere here to-day unfed.\\nSitting on a hard bench,\\nWaitin the express;\\nThey d damn the weather, damn the place,\\nAn think it a pretty mess.\\nIn a private car the moguls ride.\\nBy niggers tlic\\\\^ are fed;\\nImported wines, fresh fish, oysters.\\nSleep in a silken bed.\\nTae keep me company to-day,\\nThose moguls I wish were here;\\nThey d tak Jthe fare o puir folk.\\nYe bet your socks, they d swear!\\nYe bet j-e d hear those hie lairds rair.\\nAn tear roun like mad men;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. Ill\\nThey d order oop a big hotel,\\nWi conveniences, I ken.\\nAn object lesson they d get toda3^\\nWi naething here tae eat;\\nCon d they be left here just one day,\\nTlie joke wad be complete.\\nDec. 8, 1S9S.\\nTO APOLLO.\\nWINXA sell my beuk, ye say\\nThis, I heard 3^011 tell;\\nA grit mistak ye gar t man,\\nThat beuk is gaun to sell.\\nI ll turn the search-licht on the camp,\\nAn tell what spirits see;\\nI thank ye for the spur \\\\^e gave,\\nYe re a mascot, frien to me.\\nI travel with ye day an nicht,\\nYour towzling roun I view;\\n111 mon^^ wa\\\\ s, we re much alike,\\nWe re brithers, I an };ou.\\nYe till the soil an seed the grun\\nMy style ye hav, tis true;\\nThe implement 3 e use, man.\\nAlways, is na the jileugh.\\nTrowth! I ll turn the search-licht on,\\nLocate the puss hllcd sore;\\nI ll operate on Lilv Dale,\\nRemove the rotten core.\\nShe ll stand the operation well,\\nAly method ma3^ seem rough;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "112\\nPEN- PICTURES.\\nBut damned be he who first cries, Hold!\\nThis operation s tough.\\nApril 20, 1900.\\nTO MAURENE.\\nV-L,AY ye always drink frae T/o cs sweet caup,\\ndinllll happiness may ye hae;\\ns^Jrl| Burdened nae wi want an wae;\\nLuve, I wad never hae ye sigh,\\nExpeckit rest Luve, by an b3^\\nA will be weel, 3 e hae nae cause to fret,\\nBurns reads the future for ye weel;\\nEvil is Argus-eyed, he winna sleep,\\nRight, an ee on him will keep.\\nJuly IG, 1S94..\\nAPRIL IN LILY DALE.\\n,AE lauger we sing o the beautiful snaw.\\nIt s noo the caw of the auld black craw;\\nThe robin s convention, an laverock s cry,\\nThe croaking frog in the lake close by.\\nOh! thv^ lake, the lake, the sun-kissed lake.\\nThe wijid-whippcd waves on the shore break.\\nFair Lily Dale is proud of her home,\\nHer biggins are humble, nae palace or dome;\\nBut welcom the guid folk, they ll sune return,\\nMon^^ a lesson the stranger will learn.\\nOor doors are open, cum in an dine,\\nOor spiritual luve feast, isna bread an wine.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "SF\\n^^^^m^t\\nwt\\nJt\\n.^firfc!^)^\\nK\\nJ^^\\n4mSi\\nl\u00c2\u00a7\\niL^^SI\\nmivr.#:\\n^^j^Ki^ ^m\\nmmM\\n31", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 113\\nir,\\nBURNS COTTAGE.\\nHOUGH Scotland boasts a thousand names,\\nOf patriot, king and peer;\\nThe grandest, noblest of them all,\\nWas loved and cradled here.\\nHere lived the noble peasant-prince,\\nThe loving cotter king;\\nCompared with whom the greatest lord.\\nIs bitt a titled thing.\\nTis but a cot, roofed in with straw,\\nA hovel made of clay;\\nOne door shuts out the snow and storm,\\nOne w4ndow greets the day.\\nAnd yet, I stand within this room.\\nAnd hold all thrones in scorn;\\nFor here beneath this lowly thatch,\\nLove s sweetest bard was born.\\nWithin this hallowed hut I feel.\\nLike one who clasps a shrine;\\nWhen the glad lips at last have touched,\\nThe something seemed divine.\\nAnd here the world through all the A cars,\\nAs long as day returns;\\nThe tribute of its love and tears.\\nShall pay to Robert Burns.\\nAug. 19, 187S. RoBEKT G. Inoersoll.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "114 PEN PICTURES.\\nTO COL. ROBERT G. INGERSOLL.\\nYE agnostic! take time an reason,\\nOtherwise to do, wad be treason.\\nRicht weel 3^e ken, jq lo e tlie truth.\\nYe hae niuckle interest in the 3 outh.\\nInvestigate afore ye dee.\\nThen, 3 e will believe in me.\\nA richt s j^our wark, yea, tis weel done;\\nYe dematerialized, Gude, Father, Son.\\nThe tales ye tatild in richt guid stjde,\\nTrowth! man, jq rile the kirk-man s bile.\\nYe hit the bull s ee with j^our shell.\\nYe wrecked the holds o Heaven an Hell.\\nGanging oot, the Orthodox fire,\\nYe mak the creedal gods transpire;\\nWith Miracles ye play the scout,\\nMony are catching the spirit o Doubt;\\nWith Wisdom s ee-glass, they scan the field.\\nThe wraith, the kirk-men try to shield.\\nA Spartan, Robert, the slogan ye gie!\\nIn the castle o fame, j^our name will lee.\\nNae man, nae man, 3 our place can fill.\\nLiberty s Savior, 3^e wark with a will;\\nGie them ward pictures, object lessons, ye ken.\\nAre guid for the bairns, an guid for auld men.\\nYe can mak the deaf hear, an mak the blin\\nsee,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 115\\nBlessiu s on your pow Robin I m warkin wi\\nye.\\nYe needna a stanc to speik o your name,\\nTIs indelibly writ in the grit hoose o Fame.\\nTO ROBERT G. INGERSOLL.\\nOn the Lecture at Lily Dale July 12, 1896.\\nRIT gude! Rab, I am confounded!\\nMuckle surprised, hech! astounded!\\nYour lecture, man, was auld an rusty,\\nSae vera auld I rh sure twas must3\\\\\\nTwa an twenty years ago.\\nYe gied the same, as all folks know.\\nPuir Lily Dale was disappointed,\\nShe thocht by Inspiration to be annointed;\\nBut stale an flat that lecture auld,\\nLilj^ Dale I m sure was sold.\\nEight hunder an fiftj^-eight, they sa}\\nFor that auld lecture, ye got that da^^\\nExcuse my thochts, excuse mj- words,\\nMentalh^ we maun cross swords;\\nTo fule the guid folk like that, man.\\nIt seems to me an unwise plan.\\nEight hunder and fift\\\\ -eight, they say.\\nFor that auld lecture ye gat that da3\\\\\\nFrae far an near the guid folk came,\\nTo see an hear the man of fame.\\nAnticipation craved something fresh.\\nPoured out in volumes with a gush;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "116 PEN PICTURES.\\nLike a rairin cataract, astounding all,\\nIt relislied as a caup o gall.\\nOopside doun, your barrel ye turned,\\nFrae the Mess John this ye learned;\\nLaugh nae mair at them, my man,\\nWhile ye adopt the Mess John s plan.\\nLily Dale is oop-to-date,\\nYe ca d on her, frien Rob, too late.\\nYe re sae far ahint the time.\\nThat 3^our talk s nae worth a dime;\\nSpiritism laughs at ye,\\nPuir blin Rab, ye canna see!\\nWith mouldy bread an dry stale cheese.\\nThe epicure ye canna please.\\nPVien tak my cue, an cum agen,\\nGae sit amang the listening men;\\nWatch well the w^ards o Lockwood, Lake,\\nThe spirit thocht ye better take.\\nA ghaist o past daj^s, sure yc be,\\nEild and beld, 3^e are I see.\\nYe wha gie us Alaterialism\\nY^e wha sniff at Spiritism\\nYe wdia tell the lads na to pay.\\nThe meinester this ye saj\\nGrit gude! Rab, $858,\\nFor an auld lecture, oot o date.\\nA thief, Rab, I ll na ca you,\\nBut, a Gold Bug, that is true.\\nTruth is your idol, Gold your God!\\nTime wall suue sae, pass neath my rod;\\nOpen, a new warl will to ye,\\nTU^ truth o Spiritism, then yc ll see.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "TEN PICTURES. ii7\\nScotched with Scotch, 1 have gien \\\\^e a blaw,\\nYe weel deserve it as ye knaw;\\nSold yourself to Greed an Gain\\nPosed ye then on Mammon s plane.\\nI faught for the puir, in Scotland, my hame,\\nI stood for richt, I won honor an fame.\\nThe war of the classes is waging again,\\nGold against labor, true it is frien\\nFrae wrang conditions the guid folk are\\ncrazed.\\nThey re watching the Gold Bugs, sure they re\\namazed!\\nOh! ye U sune hear the slogan, a Wallace will\\nrise.\\nReincarnated in Bryan, he ll gie a surprise.\\nTO J. R. FRANCIS.\\nOME twa-three years ago fricn\\nA message I wrote for ye;\\nMy wee bit Lady said: Rab,\\nYour name he winua see.\\nI tried wecl all the luver s arts,\\n(Ye ken I m guid at that;)\\nBut ilka time I failed, frien\\nMy weel laid plans fell flat.\\nMy first was scattered to the win s,\\nThe neist scorched in the fire;\\nMy bonnie Lady said to me,\\nGae back to your heavenly choir,\\nGae fin your Mary, gae fin your Jean,\\nYe are na luver o mine;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "118 PEN PICTURES.\\nYour luve is like the fickle win\\n1 catena for tliat kin\\nBut patience won the victory,\\nI stuck like Spaulding s glue;\\nI swore b\\\\^ clay, I swore b\\\\ night,\\nTo her I wad be true.\\nThat gin she d w^rite my messages.\\nMy Scottish rhymes wad save;\\nSae lang as she suld lee, \\\\^ea!\\nRob Burns wad be her slave.\\nOn the spur of the moment I write.\\nLike unto the lang ago;\\nOf this an that an the ither.\\nOf things e all weel know.\\nTrue to mj^ nature I hit the mark,\\nI read with the e3^e of a seer;\\nI say what I think to all mankin\\nAn naebody do I fear.\\nGin 3^e are guid, kin true to all.\\nAn do the best ye can;\\nGin honor s law jq dinna brak\\nBy sic as ye I ll stan\\nAn tho ye re puir as ony mouse.\\nYour breeks wnth age are gra3\\nI ll watch our flock and guard it weel,\\nProsperit\\\\^ I ll sen A^our wa3^\\nWe re keepin a beuk o record,\\nI m Auld Nick s secretar}\\nHe s president of the stock -yards,\\nHutch, Yanderbilt, Gould (an me\\nWeel! I am one of the chosen few.\\nThe firm has gien a job;\\nI run the train from Earth to Hell,\\nOwer the rout this morn went Bob.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. Ii9\\nAt the demarkation line he met,\\nServetus, Bruno and Paine;\\nLuther, Voltaire, Monroe, Hugo,\\nWashington, Lincoln, the brain.\\nThe soul, the nerve, the force.\\nThat gave birth to the era of man;\\nThe grit powers of revolution,\\nBob joined Evolution s van.\\nOh! Robert s frien s were leal, aye!\\nThe3^ met him with the biggest band;\\nAn such a halleluiah Losh!\\nAuld Nickie Ben sheuk his hand.\\nPapes an priests an saunts w^ere there,\\nGude! there never w^as such a time!\\nThey voted me poet laureate,\\nAn asked me to pat it in rhyme.\\nWeel! Bob is tdkin a rest noo,\\nAVe gied him the saftest chair;\\nIt s all a fake his cumin to earth,\\nHe s nae said a ward, I d swear!\\nTwill be a lang time afore he talks,\\nHe ll hunt aroun for his kin\\nA lassie wdth fire an pluck an push,\\nThat s reads alang Truth s line.\\nNae! he didn t speak at the Zoo Park,\\nTwas a monkey pat up the job;\\nAn didn t the fools play fools i the farce?\\nBut they were na up to Bob!\\nHe w^as nae liar, an he hates a sell.\\nAn Fraud is Miracle s trick;\\nClairvoyance saj-s: I see na Bob\\nYour Robert, is Fraud s ain Brick.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "120 PEN PICTURES.\\nA COMPARISON.\\nAPPHO, songstress of the Muses,\\nHarmony s goddess fair;\\nBorn in the sixth century, B. C,\\nLeft in the Muses care.\\nSappho, Socrates, Plato,\\nBorn of woman and man;\\nConceived thro Nature s master law,\\nMaterialized thro Nature s plan.\\nA trinitj^ of soul power,\\nEvoluted from the great unknown;\\nBrilliant stars on the mental plane,\\nThe world their field and throne.\\nChrist, conceived by God, (they say,)\\nThe equal of those, was not;\\nInferior to many who lived and died,\\nA strange fact, I wot.\\nChrist, (a man,) God and the Ghost,\\nWhat a figure these three have cut!\\nAn ocean of blood has been shed.\\nBy the 1 3 rants of faith, I wot.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 121\\nTO SENOR DE LOME.\\nCARE na for Spain, I care na for yc,\\nSeuor De Lome, nae! nae!\\nThere s grit injustice niang your folk,\\nA tragedy ye pla3^\\nP ^air Cuba needs a rest, Senor,\\nFrae murder an frae strife;\\nShe s gaun to cut the tether,\\nDe Lome, ye bet your life.\\nThe Spanish bluid is het, man,\\nSpain s sons are bauld and bad;\\nYe act like beasts, Senor De Lome,\\nLike hungry tykes gaen mad.\\nAuld England s Queen sits on her throne.\\nAn smiling views it all;\\nThe royal queen of queens, perched high,\\nHears na her sister s call.\\nHa! France, auld France Politeness wean!\\nWeel fed \\\\vith buttered bread;\\nShe reads about the wounded men.\\nThe starving, dying, dead!\\nBout Dre\\\\ fus, the Jew, she s thinking,\\nEsterhaz} Zola, Pellieux, that row;\\nThe warl seems in a tousie muss,\\nOopside down I wow!\\nThe reichstag and diet. Count Posadowskj^ g\\nmenu.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "122 PEN PICTURES.\\nAn indigestible feast;\\nThe proudest nation in the warld,\\nBut, corrupt to say the least.\\nPrince Bismark s foreign policy,\\nThe young sprigs are aping;\\nBaron Von Buelow s regimen,\\nBismark s views he s shaping,\\nHerr Richtcr, Herr Bebel, Vorwaerts,\\nWatching the puir man s bread;\\nThe Emperor a blac-bluid barnacle,\\nMair needna be said.\\nThe Powers resting on their arms,\\nSome one maun catch the cue;\\nTis time a halt was called, De Lome,\\nWe speak to Sjoain thro you.\\nAuld Uncle Sam, has fooled wi ye,\\nMonke^^ed roun too lang;\\nYe ve cut an slashed, j^our pirate wark,\\nYe ken is very wrang.\\nYe ve gat 3^our passport noo, De Lome,\\nYe re ganging hanie to sta^^;\\nI ve a ward to gie ye, frien De Lome,\\nThere something I maun say.\\nYe spak unkindl3- o McKinlc}^\\nMark Hanna s tool, alas!\\nSae wi your passports tykes an bairns,\\nOot o this kintra ye pass.\\nHa! ha! mony a man is laughing.\\nWe laugh, an smile an laugh;\\nThe insult is a comic farce.\\nIt micht weel pass for chaff.\\nGin ever man telt the truth,\\nTwas vou, De Lome, twas you;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 123\\nCheer oop, greet na, greet iia, Senor,\\nThe play is na yet through.\\nTreachery met Honor face to face,\\nPlayed thief with diel-ma-care;\\nO Treachery! hide your face, for shame!\\nHonor bids you beware.\\nYour Jingoism an that an that,\\nWas vera weel pat in;\\nConsidering the opinions of the Americans,\\nYou spread it vera thin.\\nWhan the Powers view Mark Hanna s man,\\nAnd think what might be said;\\nTo raise this bleezin blaw, De Lome,\\nIt really seems ill bred.\\nThose friendly relations, weel! weel!\\nPluto on his throne wad smile;\\nDonsie is bauld Hypocrisj^,\\nIt beats auld Nick s ain st\\\\de.\\nHonesty is the best polic}^, yea! 3 ca!\\nIn war or peace, deal sc[uare;\\nThe stealin o a wee bit letter,\\nSure it wasna fair.\\nOn his dignity is the Little man,\\nWeel poised I m sure he thinks;\\nThe auld beld eagle, laughs an laughs,\\nFlaps his wings, nods and blinks.\\nLiberty s goddess finds nae rest,\\nShe s playing now^ the scout;\\nShe is watching, she is watching.\\nFor a Spanish squall, nae doubt.\\nThe kintra s honor, (William an Hanna,)\\nThe Administration, w^e maun sustain.\\nFor this, an that an the ither,\\n\\\\^e maim gae, ye U nae remain.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "124 PEN nCTURES.\\nYour sea Lid was nae thing, naething,\\nSae maurn na, greet na, De Lome;\\nRenown ye ll win frae tliis man,\\nWith Dame Future, change will come.\\nJust think o all those ciphers,\\nThose cablegrams, frae ower the sea!\\nFrae Woodford ower in Madrid,\\nAn those frae Fits Hugh Lee.\\nWha kens what they are doing.\\nWhat those mystic ciphers mean?\\nThose micht out-do your jingoism,\\nCut a muckle figure, I ween.\\nThey micht get their passports, Senor,\\nGin there was any way.\\nTo figure out the meanin\\nAn publish what they say.\\nOlympus and Ossa upon Pelion piled,\\nYe shall have no gods but mcl\\nFeasting upon ambrosia and nectar,\\nThis, all men can see.\\nThe insult is to Jupiter (The Ohio god,)\\nThe monumental god has frowned;\\nThat s the reason, the true reason,\\nThat you, De Lome, are dowmed.\\nJupiter, chief of all the gods.\\nYe maun bow to the tyrant s wall;\\nCccsar like, he w^aved his wand,\\nDown, Dons! peace, be still!\\nAustin, Minn., Feb. 17, 1898.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. i2{\\nA SCRAP FROM A LETTER.\\nK NEEL nae to Earth s flesh-pats, nae!\\nThe ph3^sical reigns supreme;\\nBuckle tight your armor, yQal\\nMill ua Deception dream.\\nWhan the physical has tint its power,\\nStagnation then will reign;\\nThat is the time that is the time,\\nThe saul is hlled with pain.\\nMental attraction brightens with age,\\nIt glows with a living fire;\\nAy\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the inspiration comes, man,\\nFrom a higher power.\\nThe garden of Thought is ever in bloom\\nLoveh^ is the garden of Age;\\nAn ilka day a new poem,\\nIs written on Life s page.\\nQUOTATION.\\nif\\nURNS o er the plough,\\nSung sweet his wood notes wild;\\nAnd richest Shakspeare,\\nWas a poor man s child.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "126\\nPEN PICTURES.\\nTHE SOLILOQUY. OF A MOUSE.\\nOMETHING to eat, something to eat,\\n1 heard a wee mouse say;\\nSomsthnig to eat, something to eat.\\nThe lacU is awa\\\\\\nShe s gaen oot for the evenin\\nTo cat eh a waft o win\\nCaller hiney, just frae the byke,\\nStealin is nae sin.\\nSomething to eat, something to eat,\\nGray -back kens na I m here;\\nSomething to eat, something to eat\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHe ea s me his wee braw dear.\\nBut gray-back aft forgets his weans.\\nPie gaes touslin roun somewhere\\nAn leaves mc with my bairnies three,\\nHe disna for them care.\\nSomething to eat, something to eat,\\nI winna loot them starve:\\nSomething to eat, something to eat,\\nI wiss that I could carve\\nA wee bit slice frae this fat cheese,\\nTo carry to little squeak;\\nLosh! here s a bottle o bluid-red wine,\\nBut a ni} packets leak.\\nSomething to eat, something to eat,\\nOh! here s the Sunday cake!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 127\\nMy puir wcc braw bairn ics three,\\nA slice to each I ll take.\\nSomething to eat, something to eat,\\nHere s a wee bit jell;\\nIn Gude an the kirk, I pat my trust,\\nGin I steal, wha will tell?\\nSomething to eat, something to eat,\\nHere s the cracker bag;\\nSomething to eat, something to eat.\\nMy gra3 -back is a wag.\\nI wonner gif the Lady s laird,\\nStaps oot till dawn o day;\\nI wonner gif she greets a nicht,\\nAn whatna does she say.\\nSomething to eat, something to eat,\\nYv hat s the diflference twixt men an mice?\\nSomething to eat, something to eat.\\nYe ken, baith hae their price.\\nLairds an gray-backs steal awa\\nAre afttimes fand tmtrue;\\nLady Grace, and Lady Mouse,\\nSick at heart an blue.\\nSomething to eat, something to cat.\\nThe rich maun feed the puir;\\nSomething to eat, something to cat,\\nI heard the snick o the doorl\\nTo my wee legs 1 maun tak\\nAn leuk weel for the cat;\\nWhan mae Lady sees the cake an cheese,\\nShe ll swear it was a rat.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "128 PEN PICTURES.\\nTHE SCOTCH THISTLE.\\nHARACTERISTIC of the Scotch\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe story that I tell;\\nTwas many years ago,\\nIn the Ian where Scotchmen dwell.\\nThe Danes cam prowlin ronn oor way,\\nCautiously at nicht;\\nThe Scots skip weel, with conscience clear,\\nA Scotchman is a richt.\\nBarefooted were the savage Danes,\\nTo the Scotch camp close were they;\\nStealthily they crept alang,\\nNaethin aroun to flcy.\\nWhan flat iipo a Scotch thistle,\\nAne j3at his braid -bare foot,\\nI canna gie the Danish ward.\\nBut in German tis, mein gott!\\nHis skreighs waukened ilka Scott,\\nThey fell upo the fae;\\nAn thase who werna fand deid,\\nTeuk their hameward way.\\nAn the tell-tale Scotch thistle,\\nQuick cam into renown;\\nTis noo the flower o Scotland,\\nIn city, hamlet, town.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "JENNIE B. HAGAN JACKSON.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 129\\nTO JENNIE HAGAN JACKSON.\\nESIDE m\\\\ chimne^v neuk of ease,\\nI sit this wintry day;\\nAn croon a Scottish lullab}\\nTo while the time away.\\nThe dear auld lake is white wi snaw,\\nA meadow it micht seem;\\nSae, weel I ken what flows aneath,\\nTis real, tis na a dream.\\nI ruminate wi sober thocht,\\nOn mony things I ponder;\\nOf the glad new day, the j^et-to-be,\\nAn I wonner, Jean I wonner!\\nWhat will the hairst be? Oh Jean!\\nTis mair than the gods can sa\\\\\\nA slumbering Vesuvius is neath it all,\\nTwill burn red-het some day.\\nLike the fires of hell twill bleeze, Jean,\\nAn money will scorch in the flames;\\nThe flesh, the banes, they winna burn.\\nBut the smeek will blacken names.\\nSin is a breeder of families,\\nA breeder of curses het;\\nThe hairst o sin, is a hairst o weeds,\\nChafl is the bread they get.\\nYe ll view it all, some sad day, Jean,\\nYe ll mourn for the sins o men;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "130 PEN PICTURES.\\nYe ll extend the han o pity,\\nYe ll shaw j^oursel a frien\\nYe ll hear the fateful slogan, Jean,\\nAs the thunders of Truth roll b}\\nAn the lightning flash of Justice\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYe ll hear a niaurnful cr\\\\\\\\\\nO Gude let the mountains full on me,\\nLet the cauld earth hide mj^ face;\\nInto the wiel o Greed I plunged,\\nI wallow in filth s disgrace.\\nHypocrisy has crouned me king,\\nAn mouA a hizzie is quean;\\nThe Deil will hae his ain i the end,\\nHe never fails, I ween.\\nThe gudes are makin a big stout broom,\\nThe deck they re gaun tae sweep;\\nAn the cleanin oop in that grit day\\nLosh! mony wi joy will weep.\\nIt s ainly a question of time, Jean,\\nThe black sheep we ll corral wi care;\\nAn the clean, white sheep, weel housed an fed,\\nOur broo wi them we ll share.\\nYe fear na hell or the hangman s whip.\\nYe can keep yoursel in order;\\nWhan yt feel j^our honor grip,\\nYe ken that is your border.\\nYour guides are Prudence, Honor, Truth.\\nThey are father, mither, adviser;\\nOh! listen tae them bonnie Jean,\\nAn ilk day, ye ll graw wiser.\\nTwas fair July, whan ye I met,\\nWe chatted lang thegither;\\nThe siller moon was on the lake,\\nAn beautiful the weather.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 131\\nIt was a nicht for luvers, Jean,\\nI pla_ved the luver tae ^^e;\\nJ\\\\vas auld business wi me, Jean,\\nYe ken, we did agree.\\nLang past the midnight hour, Jean,\\nTime, we heeded not;\\nThe street lamps blinked themselves tae sleep,\\nTired o watching, I wot.\\nThe big eyed howlet in the trees,\\nCried oot the hour is one;\\nAn the fish in the lake leaped oop tae see,\\nThe cause of the chatter an fun.\\nYe tald me, Jean, o the dear auld hame,\\nMy Scotch hame o er the sea;\\nAn ye bro t me a wee bit plant, Jean\\nTwas vera kin o ye.\\nA wee bit plant frae my garden, Jean,\\nTwas a compliment to me;\\nI promised ye then an there, Jean,\\nA rh^ me to jq I d gie.\\nO bonnie JeanI dear lassie JeanI\\nChanges will come to ye;\\nNeath the winter s cauld glintin sinn,\\nThere s a darklin clud for thee.\\nThe win s o Fate will blaw a gale,\\nY^ U reef 3 our sails, my Jean;\\nA Strang han hands the helm, Jean,\\nThe harbor ye U reach, I ween.\\nThe licht-hoose isna far awa\\nThe lamps are trimmed an burnin\\nThe captain ken s the rocky shore,\\nRoun the reefs ye ll sune be turnin\\nHe ll bear you thro the maddened waves,\\nWith garments clean an dry;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "132 PEN PICTURES.\\nYe U furl your sails, my bonnie Jean,\\nYour colors ye U loot fly.\\nBide a wee, bide a wee,\\nTime will tell it a\\nYe U plank a new bridge, Jean,\\nA bridge that isna sma\\nA modern bridge, a spiritual bridge.\\nThat spg.ns a chasm deep;\\nYe re gaun to scale Truth s mountain.\\nIt s hie an vera steep.\\nMair I winna tell ye noo,\\nI m sure twad na be richt;\\nBut a flamin torch ye ll bear, Jean,\\nSweet-heart, fear na the nicht.\\nSome day I ll ca your way, Jean,\\nAn gie ye a helpin han\\nThe picture will be cumin Jean,\\nThe gift o the artist man.\\nGang your gait, mae bonnie Jean,\\nYe ll tak a han i the fray;\\nYe re paving the raid for the cumin weans,\\nOot in the future day.\\nIt s drap the curtain today, Jean,\\nA new act comes on the morrow;\\nAuld actors gae an the wee bairns cum,\\nLife s play is joy an sorrow.\\nOh! this is a beautiful day, Jean,\\nWha daurna speik the truth?\\nThere s na strap roun your neck, Jean,\\nYe bear in your arms sweet youth.\\nYe a goddess, my ain dear lass,\\nThe poets bow at your shrine;\\nThe Muses nine, gie ye harmony,\\nTo the saul, tis bread an wine.\\nNov. 1898. R. B.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 133\\nTO THANKFUL GASTON.\\nPROMISED ye, dear Ladye,\\nA ward I d gie to ye;\\nI see ye are expecting,\\nA few lines frae me.\\nYe have been faithful, lady,\\nTae all the warl, tis true;\\nBut the warl has gaen agley,\\nSae aften, frien with you.\\nWeeds an thistles, ye have plucked,\\nLang your way they grew;\\nYe have tired o the task,\\nAften ye ve been blue.\\nDespondency has crushed your soul,\\nBut Patience the smart did heal;\\nA soothin balm she gave tae ye,\\nAn said: All will be weel.\\nThankful bj^ name and nature.\\nYe ken, I am nae guessin\\nThankful ye hae been. Thankful,\\nThankful for ilka blessin\\nTrouble has gien ye mon^^ a bhght.\\nOh! ye were brave and true!\\nA gowden hairst, yd sail cum.\\nTreasures we ll gie to 3 ou.\\nA refiner, Sorrow, aye!\\nIn her fire tried, ye are;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "134. PEN PICTURES.\\nYe, climbing the heiohts to Sonl-Land,\\nGuided by Truth s bright star.\\nGirded roun b_y Patience s arm,\\nYe are a shinin licht;\\nYe keenly sense the wrang, Ladye,\\nAn seek the raid that s richt.\\nFreedom mates na with Oppression,\\nOppression is a canker-worm;\\nBut Richt will down Oppression,\\nThe win s will bring the storm;\\nThe cluds are gathering darkh\\nThe lightning s flash I see;\\nThe thunders rair in the distance,\\nMuckle it means to ye.\\nTime s treacherous tide has brought 3^e,\\nBurdens heavy to bear;\\nAn 3 e hae aften thocht, Lad3^e,\\nP ate tae 3 e wasna fair.\\nTo loft3^ heights 3 our soul soars.\\nIn spiritual realms 3 e lee;\\nDevelopment came with suftcring,\\nLadve, 3 e l)ear the gree.\\nWhan the white-caps rolled, an rough life s sea,\\nAn the ship creaked in ilka seam;\\nThen the angel said: Peace, be still!\\nThev came in mon3 a dream.\\nHope bade ye, to the mast, haud fast,\\nOh! 3 e faced the pelting hail;\\nBut often the gude o the win s heard,\\nFrae 3 our saul a maurnful wail.\\nIn F ortune s cup I ll leuk, Lad3 e,\\nAn see what s there for thee;\\nAn gin I fin Anne Boleyn,\\nI ll quickly tell it 3 e.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "PExN PICTURES. 135\\nAn I will wliatt auld Death s red knife,\\nAn bluid I ll surel}^ let;\\nAs inquisitor, I ll plan the job,\\nTwill be weel done, ye bet.\\nYe sit b3^ the ingle-low an muse.\\nOf the guid time lang ago;\\nYe sit by the ingle-low an dream,\\nDay-dreams that nane can know.\\nOn your hearth a bog of peat may burn,\\nBogs, bleeze, an smudge, an reek;\\nYour een are sair, an blind, an all,\\nWith the n ast\\\\ black sraeek.\\nTis a lang raid that has nae end.\\nAn ye hae traveled far;\\nWeary, discouraged, worn,\\nAlake! dim is 3 our night star.\\nBtit Heaven s morning star will rise.\\nIt gleams with Hope s bright light;\\nI ll lead thee, Lad3 e, lead thee,\\nOut of Despair s grim night.\\nHand to Patience, Lad\\\\ e mine,\\nTime will answer your prayer;\\nThere s rest an happiness for all,\\nGather in your share.\\nI ll gie ye sunshine, Ladye,\\nI ll gie e Love s sweet rest;\\nContentment 3^et will come to a Ou,\\nBelieve all s for the best,\\nBide a wee, bide a wee,\\nHope s rainbow I will bring;\\nSadness I will tak awa\\nO Thankful! ye will sing.\\nChange is nature s law ye ken,\\nI ll ring the changes for thee;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "136 PEN PICTURES.\\nThere s a rift in the mirky clud,\\nThere s a siller lining for ve.\\nTO MALABECCO.\\nOU are an inspiration, man,\\nYou ve helped along my poet s plan;\\nThe things m\\\\^ Ladj^ would not write,\\nShe now is willing to indite.\\nDiscouragement 3 ou gave to her,\\nI listened, but did not demur;\\nFair April s comments you inspire,\\nThere s mony from them will transpire;\\nMy lyddite shell, draps in that nest.\\nTo smeek 3 e oot, I thocht it best.\\nPlease tax, (with all the rest ye ve gat)\\nA monkey with the auld Tom Cat.\\nThe privileges are on one side.\\nIn telling this I tak much pride.\\nRob Burns is in it as you see,\\nM}^ compliments I sen to ye.\\nApril 20, 1900.\\nA QUATRAIN.\\nATURE S demands, checkmated bv man s law;\\nNature introverted, perverted, ayl\\nStagnation, with miasmic brain an maw,\\nSa^^s: Disease s victim gies man s law the lie.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 137\\nKIPLING S MUSE.\\nWhat has become of Kipling s fighting Muse? Has the fickle\\njade deserted him in his hour of need, after the manner of\\nfemininity in general? Dr. Crandall.\\n,0\\\\ no! she s not a fickle jade,\\nShe ll not desert her lover;\\nShe s skirmishing round a wee bit,\\nPlanning a cunning maneuver.\\nShe s with the convocation of Muses\\nThat meet in Washington, D. C.\\nShe s a guest of Liberty s goddess.\\nIn this land of the free.\\nThere s a big convention in Washington,\\nThe Muses met on the sly;\\nRepublican saints they re watching,\\nWho ll fight Roberts by and by.\\nKipling s Muse is noting the morals\\nOf Republican Congressmen;\\nTime s record book is open,\\nAnd she ll use her Poet s pen.\\nThose special lady friends,\\nOh! a special lady friend!\\nAnd the female private secretaries.\\nOf these there is no end.\\nIt s all the rage, the blazing rage,\\nA female sec-re-ta-ree.\\nIn your office and j^ou business-house,\\nThat is what we see.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "138 PEN PICtURES.\\nYou ll find them down in Washington,\\nStylish, pert and prett}^;\\nFascinating a witch like Circe!\\nBlushing, shy and witty.\\nBoarding at first-class hotels,\\nCongressmen s lady friends;\\nThey own the hale blooming business,\\nIt with law and order blends.\\nThose Congressmen, oh! those Congressmen!\\nWith their petitions long;\\nAnd their sanctimonious faces!\\nOh! they never did a wrong!\\nAdulter}^! Cohabitation!\\nOh! those fellows are mildh^ meek!\\nThey drink to Virtue in reaming swats\\nThen that lad\\\\^ friend they seek.\\nIn those petitions; Pollution s stench,\\nWould make Virtue hold her nose;\\nIn those petitions, Hj^pocris^^\\nA model seems to pose.\\nThe greatest farce of all, as ^^et,\\nThe world will laugh I m sure;\\nAt the cheek, and gall and brass,\\nOf those Congressmen so pure.\\nLet them call in their children,\\nAnd give theiu a father s name;\\nWaifs on the streets, and foundlings,\\nBelong to those men of fame.\\nGod of Mercy! soften their hearts.\\nTear off shame s dirty mask!\\nThen renovate regenerate,\\nLaw will evade this task.\\nI favor not polygamy-.\\nBut tis God s holy law;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 139\\nThe Bible teaches polygamy,\\nHere freedom s line I draw.\\nI do believe in Liberty,\\nA law ridden nation we;\\nFreedom gagged Liber t\\\\- crushed!\\nThat, the gods can see.\\nLaw is the holy inquisitor,\\nT\\\\ rants sit on the throne;\\nSlaves mind the whip-man s lash,\\nLaw owns a heart of stone.\\nLaw s aristocrats and plutocrats\\nAre monopolists of high rank.\\nThey are the honored, titled gods;\\nLaw at those lairds does blink.\\nJan 5, 1900.\\nACROSTIC.\\nEAR Sir: Your Open Court is filled with treasures\\nrare,\\nReason sits upon her throne, her edicts are fair;\\nPons Asinorum, where priests take toll, blocks\\n3 our way,\\nA constellation has turned the Christian night to\\nda3^\\nUriel thou art, in this constellation bright,\\nLight and truth 3 ou do not teach that might is\\nright.\\nCourt of Truth, where all may see and hear,\\nAnd bring to light m\\\\ ths and fables without fear.\\nReason vs Rome, in 3 our court will have fair pla3%\\nUna and her knight, will, the dragon\\nSuperstition sla3", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "140 PEN PICTURES.\\nTO SENATOR RAWLINS.\\nSenator Rawlin s Defence of Brigham H. Roberts: Not the\\nonly poljgamist holding office today; President McKinley\\nhas appointed Mormons.\\nICHT ye are, man, ye ve struck the gong,\\nYe ve hit the bull s-eye, sure;\\nInvestigation will clean the well,\\nThe festering sair will cure.\\nUtah, the braw lass, Utah,\\nJustice for ye bauds court;\\nBring in Robert s accusers,\\nWe ll have a wee bit sport.\\nNew York, take the witness stand.\\nHow mony Congressmen hae you?\\nAn how mony wives has ilka man?\\n(I mean lassies, leal an true.)\\nThe marriage ceremony is nocht,\\nHelen Gould may find this out;\\nYe canna fight the ways o men.\\nCheckmated is Law, na doubt.\\nWife No. I, an early luve,\\nMay be for gold he wed;\\nHe s housed an claithed like a poodle clog.\\nHe gets his broo an bed.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 141\\nA second edition, wife No. II,\\nLuve is spontaneous ye ken;\\nMicht as well dam a cataract,\\nAs stop the luve o men.\\nWife No. Ill is fresh an gay.\\nConfounding ties, ye see;\\nVibrations change with the surging tide,\\nScientist an I agree.\\nIt s all on account of environment,\\nOr the treacherous, fickle stars;\\nThere s always a tulzie fyke a muss.\\nWhen Jupiter meets auld Mars.\\nWife No. I is chilled with age.\\nRust and mould set in;\\nWife No. II, a back number.\\nWife No. Ill bhnks at sin.\\nThe hale bloomin business, is a man made\\nlaw,\\nRight here in the land of the free;\\nWhat s the matter with Roberts,\\nGin he has sax wives or three.\\nYe U fin the Senate an House crammed full\\nOf men, with wives mair n one;\\nThe spirits, an bogles, an fairies laugh,\\nAuld Nick enjoys the fun.\\nRoberts says: These are my wives,\\nTis true, I own the corn;\\nI think I m right, I luve them all,\\nFreedom, a slave s na born.\\nMaine, Wisconsin, Minnesota,\\nLads, what hae ve to say?", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "142 PEN PICTUEES.\\nYour Honorable MajestA we follow the\\nfashion,\\nPrivate secretaries we paj\\nWomen Secretaries are all the fad,\\nDame Law a back seat takes;\\nHonor pats Roberts on the back,\\nAn frowns upon Law s rakes,\\nRoberts claise an feeds his bairns,\\nGies a faither s protection an name;\\nWhile mony a Congressman s bastard,\\n]s mothered b}- Grief and Shame.\\nSeduction, the Congressman s wily art,\\nAbortion, mon\\\\^ a wean slab s;\\nDoctors (murderers) fiends do this work.\\nThe Congressmen the lang bill pays.\\nThen, ye daur talk of adultery,\\nA e felon s frae crime s black pit!\\nCa in \\\\^our illegitimate weans,\\nAt your table let them sit!\\nBe honest and manh and say the^^ are mine,\\nAnd treat them as a faither should;\\nYe cowards! traitors! conspirators!\\nYour hypocrisy is weel understood!\\nI am nae polygamist nae!\\nBut pat maun call kettle black;\\nThe Congressmen posing as Innocence,\\nThese Congressmen common sense lack.\\nDec. 10, 1899.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 143\\nTO JENNIE HAGAN JACKSON.\\n,HAT name is vera dear to me,\\nJean, my lassie Jean;\\nThe story isna new to ye,\\nYe ken her weel, I ween.\\nAs the magnet to the steel, ay,\\nSae Jean was leal to me;\\nFrae first to last, her lo e was mine,\\nThe kin o lo e that s free.\\nOor Jean, we ca ye, bonnie Jean,\\nOor sonsie queen, jq are;\\nI am your ain leal frien Jean,\\nThe play ye yet will star.\\nIn a snaw-drift cauld, banked ye were.\\nAn froze for mony a year;\\nI ve stude by 3 e mony a niclit.\\nAn wiped the scaldin tear.\\nOh! the after-glow of the winter sun.\\nBrought inspiration s fire;\\nAn the morning sun of Springs warm day.\\nAn the sangs o the spring-bird s choir.\\nHave made 3-e a new woman Jean,\\nYe arisen as frae the deid;\\nIn the past lies the mystic vale.\\nYe hae passed frae the Ian o dread.\\nClase boun in a shell, ye cudna graw.\\nHarmony s Ivre was mute;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "144. PEN PICTURES.\\nA life without Affection s luve,\\nIsna aboon the brute.\\nExistence is a drumlie burn\\nA canal, a barge, a mule.\\nThat drags alang towards the open sea,\\nTis a part o Experience schule.\\nChanges grit, auld Time has bro t,\\nYe re in the open sea;\\nThere s a beautiful ship waiting, Jean,\\nThis vision cums to me.\\nThe sails are set, the mast is Strang,\\nThe ballast is weel placed;\\nIt s launched in the sea of Harmony,\\nToward the Ian o Peace ye re faced.\\nAttraction s caught ye, bonnie Jean,\\nHe warms the heart s cauld bluid;\\nLife s wimplin burnie leaps with joy.\\nYe re na langer in the flude.\\nOot o the darkness into the licht\\nYe ve been tested weel, ni}- Jean;\\nYe wear the Martyr s signet ring.\\nBy the Mj stics gien, I ween.\\nApril 10, 1900.\\nQUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\nOME, lucky, find a flowery spot,\\nFor which they never toiled or swat;\\nThey drink the sweat and eat the fat,\\nBut care or pain;\\nAnd haply eye the barren hut,\\nWith high disdain.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "EDGAR EMERSON.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 145\\nENGLAND S OUEHN.\\nQUEEN! what for j-c moan? Arc ye in pain?\\nO Queen! what for ye greet like simmer rain?\\n\\\\Ji Wcel buskit oop sae braw, ye ve gowd an\\ngear;\\nWha s gien ye fashions news that mak s y^ fear?\\nThe Queen lay on a down}-, silken bed,\\nShe murmered oft, and to herself she said:\\nI am Victoria! England s queen.\\nThe grandest lady in the land, I ween!\\nAnd 3 et I ve had the strangest, strangest dream!\\nI saw the waters of a wild, mad stream\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA storm-cloud gathered darkly o er my head;\\nA thousand devils hovered o er my bed!\\nA phantom ship was waiting on the sea.\\nAnd Death, grim Death! was waiting there for me!\\nWhat is t to be a queen? oh! who dare tell?\\nUncertain are the lives of queens, ah! well!\\nBy fate or chance, my head I still possess,\\nMore luck^ than my predecessors, I confess.\\nOf late, commotion haunts me night and da\\\\\\nO God! for peace, beseechingly I pray!\\nSome think I m in the mouhh^ clank auld age.\\nAre wishirig now, to read my life s last page.\\nThe generosity of l*arliament the^- see,\\nTwo millions each 3 ear are given to me.\\nThirty-seven thousand acres of land,\\nMv serveints say that I command,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "146 PEN PICTURES.\\nTis true, 1113^ servants give me little praise,\\nMy rents (the^^ say,) are all I raise.\\nEntailed are lands, eastles, titles tis true;\\nThis faet to lords, kings, queens, is nothing new.\\nAn unjust law, (some think,) well! it ma^ be.\\nBut Justice possibly might uncrown me.\\nThere s much to think of in this war of might;\\nThe agitation seems to be, what s right?\\nBut, right or wrong, my crown 1 still must wear.\\nYea, of my titled rights, I ll take good care.\\nThere s one unguarded fact, the world well knows.\\nThe House of Lords has led me b\\\\ the nose.\\nWell haltered I have been for many a year,\\nOh! it has cost me many a bitter tear!\\nThe house of Lords and Queen, must be as one,\\nOr else the Kingdom will be quick undone.\\nThe howling mobs are rapping at my gate;\\nMy morning message is, friends, you must wait\\nThe curses of the poor are hurled at me,\\nTheir cry goes up O God! that we were free!\\nAnd Scotland echoes it along the line,\\nGreat God! I ll drown nn^ burning thoughts in\\nwine!\\nMy brain is wild, the world is mad! alas!\\nI wonder if these clouds will ever pass?\\nTis true, my troubles gather tliick and fast.\\nGlad will I be, when this mad carnival is past.\\nWith all my mighty armies in the land,\\nMy royal navy that s strong and grand;\\nThe foreign nations fear me, far an near.\\nAnd 3^et, there s strange rumblings in my ear\\nOf danger to England s throne, to me, to mine.\\nThus, came a vision to England s queen,\\nA vision brought by the gods, I ween;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 147\\nAnd though, supreme does seem to be her reii2:n,\\nHer queenh^ power is on the wane.\\nThe old queen is waking, in tliis great dav,\\nShe finds tis true, she has little to saA^;\\nShe has slept and slept the Rip-Van-Winkle sleep,\\nTill the canker worm oppression has eaten into\\npolities deep,\\nAnd the rotten foundation of that auld English\\nthrone.\\nWill sink into olilivion with nothing but a moan.\\nO God! save my son!\\nO God! save the Crown Prince!\\nOr he will be undone.\\nThis royal old family\\nOh! must we be dethroned?\\nOh! where s the God of Israel?\\nAnd thus and thus she moaned.\\nAnd so, she roused herself one day,\\nAnd to the people she did sa}^:\\nA jubilee! a jubilee!\\nA royal juliilee in honor of the queen!\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nGin ye canna be heard, sure ye can be seen,\\nA costly figure-head, sure ye be,\\nWi your mouA bairns pensioned with a princely\\nfee.\\nQueen\\nEngland, Ireland, Scotland, Wales,\\nShall raise their banner and spread their sails;\\nI ll show the p^ oples of this land.\\nThat Oueen Victoria, so proud and grand,\\nStill sits upon the throne of state\\nI hardlv tliink it s vet too late,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "148 PEN PICTURES.\\nTo draw the slackened reins, once more;\\nI ll rule these lands as ne er before!\\nI ll show the Gladstones and Parnellites,\\nI ll fly them higher than a kite!\\nMy epitaph they ll not write yet.\\nThe dogs of war on them I ll set;\\nMy slaves shall sing Long Live the Queen\\n(I ll stop the wearing of the green.)\\nAnd so this doughty queen did prate,\\nAs she donned her royal robes of state.\\nQueen\\nA jubilee! a jubilee! a royal jubilee!\\nBring out the royal coach,\\nAnd decorate with lovely cloth of gold.\\nTo Lords, a warning sermon I will preach;\\nTrue plebians homes may 3 et be sold.\\nBut I ll be queen queen of this jubilee!\\nOh! let this jubilee be grand.\\nIts praise shall ring from land to land!\\nSpare no expense taxes raise.\\nThe poor man, he will sing mj^ praise.\\nMake the procession miles miles long,\\nRank kings, queens, dukes as they belong;\\nAristocracy s gilded, blue-blooded men,\\nWill represent England and Scotland ye ken.\\nMy royal blood is burning hot!\\nThe thought gives life and youth I wot;\\nMy wrinkled face I ll powder well,\\nAnd Age her secrets will not tell.\\nThe world will think I m young agen,\\nI will command respect of men.\\nOld England s laureate will write my praise,\\nsweet dear song as in aulden days,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 14-9\\nLay a corner stone to my Temple of Fame,\\nVictoria! Victoria! imperishable her name!\\nA panegyric the Lords shall give,\\nI ll let the House know that I live!\\nThis jubilee will be no sham,\\nThe world shall know its queen I am.\\nThis is no dream, no idle dream!\\nAs strange, as strange as it maj^ seem;\\nMy king, who lies in yonder bed.\\nGreeting will send, M3 queen s not dead!\\nServant, ring! The Lord Chamberlain I would see,\\nSend his lordship quick to me.\\nLord Chamberlain\\nI am your humble servant, Queen,\\n(Lord Chamberlain, tho I be,)\\nTis with muckle pleasure Ledd}^\\nI wait upon your Royal Majesty.\\nQueen\\nSir I ve a great surprise for thee,\\nI m going to have a jubilee.\\n(I wish Merlin, the seer, was here,\\nHe d plot and plan, make all things clear.)\\nLord Chamberlain\\nWi saddles an bridles an trappings line.\\nYour blae-bluided horses sail march in line;\\nLed, my Queen, b\\\\ your favorite flunkies,\\nAn ahint them will follow the grit mass o don-\\nkeys,\\nDressed in scarlet, an siller an gold.\\nJust as they were in times of old.\\nWe ll hae the best music, frae ilka land,\\nFrae the auld maisters. Oh! it will be grand!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "150 PKN PICTURES.\\nThe Heavenly choirs will join in the chorus,\\nTwin be, O Queen! subhmel3^ glorious.\\nRecorded, this jubilee, in the grit Beuk o Time,\\nImmortalized b^ poet, an poetess in rhj^me;\\nI ll invite a the lairds that ain lan s an castles.\\nYe are their Queen, they are your vassals.\\nWe ll treat them like kings, in a royal \\\\va\\\\^.\\nFor in government affairs they hae meikle to sa}-.\\nGhaist\\nYour cronn is held, Lcddv, by a gauzy thread,\\nAn they hae the power to uncroun your head.\\nLord Chamberlain\\nA greetin I ll sen tae all the grit powers;\\nThey ll sen ye fine banners and beautiful flowers.\\nAn dear Uncle Sam, frae far cross the sea,\\nWill sen his best wishes tae yQ an tae me.\\nAn the Czar oop in Russia, I mauna forget;\\nAn the Turks an the Jews, I ll na leave in the\\nwet.\\nI ll say tae the Pape (wha daurna peep oot o\\nRome),\\nRing the grit bells in St. Peter s dome;\\nP or his servant ye hae been, for fifty lang years;\\nHis subjects are in bondage, in poverty an tears.\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMight and Greed, reign, sovereign powers,\\nAt the feet of thase twa vampires, Justice cowers;\\nThe richt arm o the law, the Pape does need.\\nLaw is a crushin mill of Might and Greed.\\nAn inquisition, Torquemada behint the scene;\\nIn the garb o the Pope, Cardinal, King or Queen.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 151\\nLaird Chamberlain\\nTis true, my queen, tis true.\\nThe Tape has meikle need o you.\\nMuckle power the Tape gies ye,\\nThe Pape an Queen maun sure a.c^ree.\\nGhaist\\nKings, queens, emperors, czar, psha, Pape;\\nElectrocution, guilotine, bullet, rape,\\nLeuk ye north, south, east, west,\\nDecide gin _ve can, are we cursed or blest.\\nQueen\\nIt s right 3 ou are, tis true, dear sir,\\nFrom your opinion I ll not demur;\\nThe Pope and Queen, sure, must agree.\\nPerfect confidence I have in thee.\\nI need the Pope, the Pope needs me,\\nWe two will rule on land and sea.\\nGhaist\\nOn 3 our throne Queen, Polic\\\\^ does sit,\\nConscientious scruples she hasna a whit;\\nOh Queen! whan your subjects do rebel,\\nThe Pape s curse fa s with fearful knell.\\nHe ll mak them ken there s something worse\\nThan England s rule, or the eviction hearse,\\nIn this your jubilee ^^ear.\\nO Queen! a nonentity! jq star the play!\\nBut, Queen, excuse me gin I say,\\nSpend na \\\\^our time in haly prayer.\\nBut gie a wee bit thocht tae w^hat 3^e ll wear.\\nA wee bit mutch, an a bonnet blue.\\nThat auld Scotland may ken that ye arc true;\\nAn burnish wecl prood England s croun,\\nAn wear ye, Leddy, a silken goun;\\nCovered wi thristles an roses fair-,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "152 PEN PICTURES,\\nThat Scotland may kcii, for her ye care.\\nYour Ro3 al Majesty does vera weel ken,\\nScotland has nionj^ grand, gnid men;\\nThe bluid o Wallace, Bruce an Burns does lee,\\n(A republic A-et that kintry will be.)\\nLord Chamberlain\\nA- feast in the castle (one act in the plaj\\nAfore the close of that grit day;\\nAn Leddy, aweel, I wot it micht be,\\nTae invite the Mayor o Boston tae tea.\\nI winna forget to gie India a call,\\nIt wadna be strange, gin she sen j-e a shawl.\\nYe have weans a plent}-, that belang tae your tree,\\nAn a tocher, the grannie, is expeckit tae gie.\\n(Ha! shawls by the dizzen, the coofs will sen ye,\\nAn I ll jink ane oot, I ll bet a bawbee)\\nOf a this, Queen, I ll tak meikle care,\\nRicht royally. Queen, the gree ye will bear;\\nAll will be weel, I bid A-e guid nicht.\\nSuccess tae the jubilee, may the days be bricht.\\nGhaist\\nAll the geese will be watered, whan ye re served,\\nO Queen!\\nThe w^arl s folk will smile at your jubilee, I ween.\\nGrit cry an little woo the Devil dipt the sow,\\nAuld Scotia will smile, as she follows, I wow!\\nQueen\\nWell! so far, m^^ jubilee s well planned,\\nThe Lord Chamberlain, seems to fully understand.\\nThe Royal family will come one an all.\\nLovingly the\\\\ ll hasten, to the Queen Mother s call.\\nThe Crown IVince! the Crown Prince!\\nMy son shall he displaced,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 153\\nIn royal splendor, in kingly splendor,\\nThe Prince shall be arrayed.\\nThat his immoral nature\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat s an important feature.\\nThe warl, O Oueen, can ne er forget\\nThe Prince of Darkness the play is set.\\nTho Prince of Wales, Black is his name,\\nVirtue frowns, whan he courts Fame.\\nIn Edinburg (whan I was young)\\nNae man was half as laigh;\\nDown in the cesspools of hell,\\nThe scum and scurf did gae!\\nBut, charges werena brocht on man,\\nOf such vile, damned report!\\nIt tak s the Prince of Wales, O Oueen!\\nTo find Sensation s sport.\\nYour servants nid-nod lang his wav,\\nAn smile at him sac sweeth-;\\nHe thinks the lairds will brush him aff\\nWith the broom of Time, neatl3^\\nThe Plouse of Lairds will bury the stencli\\nIn a graff that s deep and wide;\\nBut the House of Commons is nae daft.\\nThey hae na tint their pride.\\nQueen\\nOh! the meddling, buzzing people.\\nThey sure will understand;\\nThe privileges of the Aristocracy,\\nAre great, in dear England.\\nTo speak unkindly of the Prince,\\nWould seem a plot to me;\\nI wonder if he fears the press.\\nOh! life is a tragedy.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "154 PEN PICTURES.\\nAnd this is a tragedy on Life s stage,\\nThe crown prince must pla^ his part;\\nThe fetters of a nation I hold,\\nHe, the pnlse of a nation s heart.\\nI see the dark-winged raven Fear!\\nIt s perched upon my door!\\nWill it never, never leave me?\\n1 see its shadow on the floor!\\nOh! can it be, oh! can it be,\\nThat some one to him will sa}\\nAuld England, Royal England,\\nLike her Queen will soon dcca}^?\\nGhaist\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAidd England, prood auld England,\\nShe is a niichty host;\\nAnd yet, tronble s warning whisper\\nComes like Hamlet s ghost.\\nShe says: England s despotic Plutocrats\\nA back seat stine will take.\\nAnd the lairds of the lan s an castles,\\nFrae their restful sleep will wake.\\nJustice, Mercy, Honor, Love, Truth,\\nOn strange legs will stan erect.\\nAn Wisdom s folk winna bow to queens,\\nRepresentatives they ll elect.\\nStrange it ma}^ seem, ghaist tho I be\\nMony facts I ve telt 3^e true;\\nI m Scotland s laddie, Robert Burns,\\nMy name to ye s na new.\\nMy kintra, my luved kintra,\\nEngland gied tis a bluidy war,\\nAuld England s bluid-thirsty bull-dogs.\\nWith Scotia went muclde too far.\\nEngland s stealing propensities, O Queen!\\nHand s guid thro all past ages;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 155\\nBluid, the torture-rack, axe, lire.\\nIs written on her pages.\\nIndia s men of honor, of soul,\\nTo the mouths of guns bound fast;\\nBlown to atoms, flesh scattered in air,\\nThe world looks on aghast!\\nJustice and the scorn of humanity,\\nHae flanked their power anent thee;\\nGif ye cud, ye d ain the warl.\\nThis mony nations see.\\nWith your castles an lan s an all. Queen,\\nYe lee in brilliant splendor;\\nOh! the Royal Family, pray tell me. Queen,\\nWhat to the world do they render?\\nMillions of gold it takes, O Queen,\\nTo run your royal crew;\\nAn it s truth I m tellin ye, O Queen,\\nScotland is amaist though.\\nThey ll vote your paupers oot o date.\\nLoot them earn their bread and claes.\\nThey re tired of the Royal pensioned gang,\\nThe deil it wad amaze.\\nIreland is stamping the grun with rage,\\nHer shillalah ye will feel;\\nShe cowers under your lash, O Queen!\\nUnfairly with her ye deal.\\nTyranny s ged is your scepter, O Queen!\\nThe puir of 3 our kintra howl!\\nAn ower it all some glad bright day.\\nWill drap the hangman s cowl.\\nThis means the Monarchy will die.\\nReincarnation will then take place;\\nAuld England will be born agen.\\nShe ll wear a Republican face.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "156 PEN PICTURES.\\nA man will be a man then,\\nAn vote as all men shotild;\\nWomen will vote in that grit day,\\nWhan Monarch V lies in her shrond.\\nGIVING THANKvS.\\n]j^0 thee, Bridget! we give thanks\\nFor oyster-soup and turkey stuffed.\\nThe Lord ma^- think it little rough,\\nAnd set us down for high-toned cranks;\\nBut, Christmas dinner, cooked like this,\\nWith good mince pie and frosted cake,\\nWe couldn t bless it for Christ s sake;\\nWe ll eat it all, and then we ll kiss\\nThe cook that gave us so much bliss.\\nLike Burns, I give thanks when I m through,\\nThis freak to Christians may be new;\\nBut he who prays o er heavj- bread.\\nAnd cake that s like a piece of lead;\\nPotatoes hard, meat left to burn,\\nMethinks ere he was through, would turn\\nHis thankful prayers to curses hot,\\nThe blessing would be soon forgot.\\nEzckiclIV Chap. 12, 13, 14, 15 verses.\\nEzekiel tells us of a cake,\\nTwas God told him the cake to bake;\\nSuch cooking ne er was done before,\\nI m sure the peoples w^ant no more.\\nWe know Ezekiel told the truth,\\nTwas not the fiction of a youth;\\nWe must believe we must believe.\\nThe Good Book, wad not us deceive.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 157\\nDisglorify blaspheme his Gt)d!\\nAh! no, he d fear the avenging rod!\\nI wonder if he blessed the cake,\\n(For the Children-of-Israel s sake;)\\nAs from the red-hot coals he raked\\nIt out, and dished it up well baked.\\nDid they invite some friends to sup.\\nTo help them eat the treasure up?\\nGod s too esthetic, so I think,\\n(At Oscar Wilde he d wink his eye\\nAn gie a knowin smile sae sn\\nHis food s too rich and wine s his drink;\\nI must object to his ciucer wa3 S,\\nT like the cooks of modern da\\\\ s.\\nMy gold did buy the iDread, the meat,\\nAnd Bridget cooked it fit to eat;\\nTo God or Son I give no thanks.\\nSince in the Book I ve read their pranks.\\nI ll bless dame Bridget braw an clean,\\nTo bless the cook is best I ween.\\nGod had nae finger in the pie.\\nGive thanks to Bridget, thanks to I.\\nChristmas, 1890.\\nOUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\nYE douce folk that live by rule,\\nGrave tideless, bloody, calm and cool,\\nCompared wi 3^ou O fool! fool! fool!\\nHow much unlike!\\nYour hearts are just a standing pool;\\nYour lives a dyke!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "158\\nPEN PICTURES.\\nHEIGH-HO! FOR A HUSBAND!\\n;k EIGH-HO! for a husband!\\nGin three millions I maun gic;\\nI ll hae to lee in a cottage,\\nA wee cottage maun shelter me,\\nHeigh ho! for a husband!\\nI thocht it a ower in the nieht;\\nI canna be a countess,\\nBut Whatever is, is rieht.\\nI hae na siller, I hae na govvd,\\nSae na Laird will smile on me;\\nNa Count, or Sir, or grizzled Duke,\\nWill cross the dark blue sea.\\nFashion s dames wi their millions.\\nReplenish the spendthrift s purse;\\nLured by Pride ati Ambition,\\nThe hairst they reap is a curse.\\nEurope nets Uncle Sam s daughters,\\nTheir money-bags cross the sea;\\nAn they in return sen Uncle Sam,\\nWhat? paupers Iw millions they gic.\\nHeigh-ho! for a husband!\\nI ll marry for lo e na gold;\\nMy saul an body I winna gic\\nTo a count I winna be sold.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 159\\nLife is too short, an too precious,\\nRoyalty is noo below par;\\nGic me the honest the cultured saul,\\nHonor maun be my life s star.\\nTHE FOURTH OF JULY.\\nH! departed shades of George Washington!\\nArt thou disturbed in Heaven with the bang!\\nbang!\\nAnd the crashing! clashing! kling-lang-kling-\\nlang;\\nThis in honor of Independence won?\\nGeorge Washington, America s great son\\nAnd father. Can you hear the kling-ling-lang,\\nIn Heaven s 1)right home? can you hear the\\nbang-bang?\\nCan you wdtli God-like sight discern the fun,\\nIn climbing greased poles, and catching greased\\npigs;\\nWhile fat men waddle through the mud or dust,\\nAnd trundle wheelbarrows to win a prize;\\nWliile country lads and lassies dance the jigs?\\nP rom this carnival I turn with disgust.\\nShocked, with the broken noses and banged ej-es.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "160 PEN PICTURES.\\nA THOUGHT CONCEPTION.\\nTRINITY Methodist cluircli, Chicago,\\nAlas! to the ground burned;\\nHeretics, take notice, the Trinit\\\\^,\\nOn the Christians the tables have turned,\\nOne hundred thousand dollars lost,\\nThe church belonged to God;\\nThey look upon the ruins, and say:\\nWe pass beneath the rod.\\nPaine s Memorial Hall, rearms high,\\nA nionumcnt to Truth;\\nWhat a lesson this, a lesson thisi\\nIt docs unveil a m3 tli.\\nGod noteth the fall of the sparrow.\\nAnd nuni 3ers the hairs of your head;\\nThought wanders through Memory s halls,\\nAmong Miracle s fetich dead.\\nFeb. 24, 1900.\\nOUOTATION FROM. ROBERT BURNS.\\nRANT me indulgent Heaven that I may live\\nTo sec the miscreant feel the pains they gic;\\nyi Deal Freedom s sacred treasures free as air,\\nTill slave and despot be but things wbieli were", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "MOSES HULL.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 161\\nTO MOSES HULL.\\nELCOME to Lily Dale! frien\\nMnckle ye re needed here;\\nThere s g-aiin to be a eleaniii oop,\\nTwill be well dune, na fear.\\nWe Avant a fearless man like ^^e,\\nTo rake Pollution s nest,\\nYe U be an honor to the camp.\\nCompared to some the rest.\\nIs the C. L. F. A. school a blind?\\nTo mak the guid folk think,\\nIn no wa^ are the^ mixed with ye;\\nOhI the Deil at them will wink,\\nAn poke them in the ribs and sav:\\nI m wecl acquaint with ye,\\nYe re watched by day, ye re watched at nicht,\\nYe ll nae be foolin me.\\nBlessin s on your pow, Aloses.\\nStick like a wood-tick, stick.\\nWe ll back ye in your wark, Moses,\\nThey ll lin that ye re a Brick.\\nDeception and Hypocrisy,\\nIn hand they hold a trust;\\nA shell we ll place aneath it, man,\\nJust wait, ye ll hear it bust.\\nJune 1st, 1900.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "162 PEN PICTURES.\\nMY ROBIN.\\nANCE kent a sonsie Scotch laddie,\\nA braw Scotch laddie \\\\Yas he;\\nSae gay, sae trim, an sae nobby,\\nThe lassies were jealous of me.\\nBut Robin was true to his sweetheart,\\nHe didna flirt with them at all;\\nMy Robin cam courtin on Sunday,\\nOn those lassies he never did call.\\nSae true, sae faithfu was Robin,\\nOf all laddies I lo ed him the best;\\nI gied all my kisses to Robin,\\nNae kisses I gied to the rest.\\nBut Robin was puir as a kirk mouse,\\nHe had na siller at a\\nHis Strang ban s an brain were a treasure,\\nA treasure I thotch nae sac sma\\nTruth, wit and good sense. Nature s tocher,\\nAnd a heart that was leal and true;\\nBut, Auld Nicky Ben cam atween iis,\\nI ll tell the sad story to you.\\nMy bonnie Scotch laddie, I lo ed him.\\nBut he had nae siller for me;\\nA poverty- louse said mac faither,\\nNae luve in a cottage for ve.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 163\\nAfy faither \\\\Yas saur as the Deil, sir.\\nHe didna like Robin at all;\\nHe turned him avva frac the hoose, sir,\\nWith wards that were bitter as gall.\\nMy faither said eum ye nae mair, sir,\\nMy lassie nae mair ean ye see;\\nAn I cried, an 1 maurned sae lang, sir,\\nFor the laddie that ne er cam to me.\\nBut Rol^in did luve me nae less, sir,\\nFor the bad wards my faither did sa}\\nAn we aften met on the stile, sir.\\nWe d chat in the auld fashioned way.\\n**Ye maun mak aguid match, said mae faither,\\nYe d pla}^ the fool lassie, I fear;\\nThat pauper maun keep awa lassie,\\nI ll keek him oot gin he cums here.\\nYe were born for a ledd\\\\ mae darlin\\nA leddy Fm sure ye will be;\\nYe shall marry a laird, mae wee lassie.\\nThe laird will be cummin tae ye.\\ne will be naebody, naebody darlin\\nUnless ye hae castle an land;\\nAn are w^ed to a laird my braw lassie,\\nAn lee like a lad\\\\ sae grand.\\nYe sail hae a braw coach with sax horses,\\nLike the Princess O Whales ye will ride;\\nWith a coachman an footman, mae lad\\\\\\nAn a mone3 -bag laird by 3^our side.\\nOh I he will be prood o his Icdd^-,\\nAs prood as a laird can be;\\nYour beauty he ll prize as a fortune,\\nBeauty has its price, ye will see.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "164 PEN PICTURES.\\n**Sae, say nae mair, lassie, of Robin,\\nNae mair maun Robin cum here;\\nSae cheer oop, be smilin mac darlin\\nI ll bring ye a laird, never fear.\\nAn mac faither did bring a grit laird, sir,\\nA laird that owned siller and gold;\\nI was gien tae the lairdly auld laird, sir,\\nTae the laird his lassie he sold.\\nHad I been a pownie or coo, sir,\\nThe bargain wad been much the same;\\nExcept, that mac faither gat naething,\\nAn I d get the change of a name.\\nI lo ed my Robin the same, sir,\\nI maurned him all nicht an all day;\\nAn whan I did gae tae the kirk, sir,\\nFor Robin I always did pray.\\nIn the kirk 1 was wed tae the laird.\\nWith lace and silks I was dressed;\\nWith pearls, an rubies, an diamonds.\\nWith all siller cou d bring I was blessed.\\nWhan tlie kirk mon did say: Will ye luve him:\\nI thocht I wad fall in a lit;\\nI cudna weel lie tae the kirk-man.\\nBut I didna luve him a bit.\\nSae I leuked tae the richt an the left,\\nAn never a ward did I sav;\\nOh! mae hairt was aching sairh\\nAn for Robin, mae luve, I did pray.\\nI lived with the laird in the castle,\\nA gray-heided grannie was he;\\nHe had sae mony queer notions,\\nAn his whims disgusted puir me.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 165\\nMy laird wore a red, ilannen iiicht-gown,\\nAn a uichtcap all tasseled wore he;\\nAn whan he was ready for bed, sir,\\nI thocht twas a clown I did see.\\nOh! I thocht o piiir Robin, mae darling,\\n1 maun never forget him, nae me!\\nAn whan I did view that aidd laird, sir,\\n1 wished it was Robin,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 not he.\\nBut, the guid Gude does favor the brave,\\nDeith cam tae the castle ae day;\\nAn he tenk the anld gray-heided laird,\\nDeith smiled, an tae me he did say:\\nI will leave ye the gold an the siller.\\nAn the castle is yours just the same;\\nJust gie me the auld laird s red nicht-cap,\\nAn I ll get me quick oot, o your hame.\\nO Deith! ye hav dune me a favor,\\nI hae leuked for ye mony a day;\\nCoom in, I will drink tae your health, sir,\\nI ll remember ye, Deith, whan I pray.\\nSac I gied him the auld laird s regalia.\\nHis Bible, his nicht-cap an all;\\nAn I said: Don t forget he is auld, sir,\\nPlease gie the auld laird a warm stall.\\nAn he laughed, an he laughed an he laughed,\\nI thocht he wad fall in a fit.\\nAn lie said: Don t worry dear leddy,\\nFret your dear soul nae a bit.\\nAn he laughed, an he laughed, an he laughed,\\nI thocht he wad fall in a fit;\\nAn he said: Don t worry dear leddy.\\nFret vour dear soul nae a bit.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "166 PEN PICTURES.\\nAuld Nickie will see to that, lassie,\\nHe ll be warm eneaf, hae ye iiae fear;\\nYe re weel rid o trouble mae darlin\\nXoo, send for your Robin, my dear.\\nAn Robin noo lives in the castle,\\nA leal, braw laddie is he;\\nAn the auld laird s siller an horses,\\nBelang noo tae Robin an me.\\nAn I thank the guid Gude for his blessin\\nRobin at last won the gree;\\nOh! Robin is glad that he waited,\\nYes waited for puir little me.\\nTO KATIE.\\nE pull the string. Punch quick responds,\\nHis limber legs fl}^ hie;\\nHe prances, dances, jumps and nods.\\nWith boldness, he isna shy.\\nYour power is grit, strange is your string.\\nOh! that string the coof will hang;\\nA corpse he ll dangle at the end,\\nYe U fin that I m nae wrang.\\nYe ll buck anent a stranger power.\\nThan ye have ever met;\\nSpirits are fixin oop a plan.\\nYour wheels they re gaun to set.\\nNoo, Katie dear, e ll meet Disdain,\\nShe ll pass ye cauldly by;\\nYe ll reef your sails, your anchor cast,\\nHalf mast A our flags will fly.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "TEN PICTURES. 167\\nHOW THINGS HAVE CHANGED.\\n00 things have changed since I was A oung,\\nGrit is the change I\\nThe world is oopside down, I vow!\\nA wondrous change;\\nI think of it, as in a dream,\\nDame Fancy s play;\\nIn fact, m^-sel I hardly seem,\\nI watch the fray.\\nTo me the world seems strange an new,\\nIt mak s an auld man amaist blue.\\nThe lasses wore a flannen goun.\\nAll winter lang;\\nBut noo the\\\\^ maun, hae sax or seven.\\nOr something s wrang.\\nFive dollar shoon, say vera thin,\\nI wot, ye ken;\\nGif ye demur they ll raise a din.\\nAn then an then,\\nThev hae their way, or raise the deil,\\nSae ye gie in an loot them spiel.\\n1 lo e to think o Christmas eve.\\nIn aulden times;\\nWe dressed oop in our Sunday best,\\nLike daddy Grimes.\\nThe yule-log on the fender la}\\nIn red-he t flame;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "168 PEN PICTURES.\\nThe guid wife in her kerchief gay,\\nHelped on the game,\\n(Sae vera auld,) o bUnd-man s buff.\\nOr, ye sail wed wha fin the muff.\\nThe gutcher gar t aside hill pleugh,\\nHe liked it weel;\\nHe lo ed to kiss as weel, I trow,\\nAs ony chiel.\\nAn then a sugar bowl they d mak\\nYe ken I ken;\\nSae mony lumps they d pat in it,\\nTwas like all men.\\nThe lassies smiled, an ca d it guid,\\nAn kissed him back as lassies should.\\nThen oot the fiddle some one gat,\\nAn scraped awa3\\nTwas better music than ye hear.\\nYour weans noo play.\\nYe deedn t liae to hunt aroun\\nThe tune to fin\\nDiminuendoes an cresendoes,\\nHe deedn t niin\\nHe played away with a his micht,\\nTwad pat the bogles in a fricht.\\nThe guid man passed the bottle aften,\\nIt w^as the way;\\nOor spirits it did seem to heighten,\\nIt made us gaj-.\\nThe bluid did flow, the e en did sparkle,\\nWe luved it weel;\\nThe fiddler teuk his caup richt aften.\\nThen he wad speel.\\nThe graunie, some auld sang wad sing,\\nGrand-faither, teuk the pigeon-wing.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 169\\nWe gathered roun the ingle-lowc,\\nDear auld hre-place!\\nArx coaxed the stories frae grand mither,\\nHer smiling face,\\nI see it noo, the dear anld leddy,\\nCrooned the bab}-,\\nAn tauld ns stories weird, an queer,\\nO some daezt carl.\\nLike Tam O Shanter or Rab Mossgiel,\\nWha she thocht was a puir daft chiel.\\nThen mither passed the pumpkin pie,\\nAn ntit-cakes sweet;\\nThen Christmas cake wi plums she d gie.\\nHer, nane cou d beat.\\nAll kin o nuts mae mither d bring.\\nWith apples sour;\\nThen cam the cider, just the thing.\\nIt gied us power.\\nTo dance agen till braid dajdicht.\\nThe jigs an reels with all oor micht.\\nAlakel alakel those times are gaen,\\nThey are nae mair;\\nI sit at Christmas eve alane.\\nWith troubled Care.\\nThe candle an the snufters missing.\\nThe dreepin creesh\\nOhI for me there s nae mair kissin\\n1 wear Time s fleece.\\nThe clearin on mae auld lieid s cauld,\\nJ he fact is, I am gettin auld.\\nAll things are changed, arc changed for me.\\nIt seems sae queerl\\nNae candles, but by gas I sec.\\nIt mak s me leer.\\nThe auld iire-place o lang ago,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "170 PEN PICTURES.\\nSa.e bricht an cheei\\\\v,\\nThere I did spark an my liive tell,\\nTo my ain dearie.\\nOh! times liae changed sae much for me,\\nI m auld an lame an canna see.\\nThe auld st\\\\ le breeks the auld st^de breeks,\\nThey suit me well;\\nThe barn-door front sae vera warm,\\nI greet tae tell;\\nI canna get them ony mair,\\nThey r nae in style.\\nWhan tae the store-man 1 talk o t,\\nHe gies a smile;\\nAn then 1 walk awa sae sad,\\nHaen I those breeks I wad be glad.\\nThe fiddle, noo nae mair I hear.\\nAt hame, at hame;\\nAuld Time has brocht some things sae queer,\\nNaething s the same.\\nA big pianer banged all day,\\nTill I m maist mad;\\nThe modern music some folks sa^-.\\nIt mak s me sad.\\nTo think hoo Time does disarrange,\\nI m sick, whan I think of the change.\\nIt s noo the lassie has a beau,\\nNae spark for ye;\\nXa bears creesh on his hair ye know,\\nLike twas with me.\\nLosh! scented oop like ony fox,\\nHe d smell a mile.\\nHe seems to be a brainless Cox,\\nThat maun be kept on ice or spile.\\nHe leuks tae me (a kintra mon,\\nLike what some ca babboon.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 171\\nNa sparkin noo behint the loom,\\nNae they nae they;\\nThe dear auld thing has met its doom,\\nSorry to sa^\\nNow in a spence with porterease.\\nThey wisely chat;\\nSae tichth laced, she cudna sneeze.\\nAn that, an that;\\nOn a divan they sit thegither,\\nChattin o the win an weather.\\nThen, gif the nicht is cauld an weet,\\nAs tis afttime;\\nThey place npo a hole their feet.\\nIt is sublime.\\nA hole weel ironed in the floor,\\nIt mak s me smile;\\nThe doin s of these modern times\\nI ll rest awhile.\\nOh! sune a change will cum tae me,\\nMy heirs will all be glad to see.\\nTO MRS. R. S. LILLIE.\\nCompliments of E. J. AlacRobert.\\nCANADA thistle, that ye ca me,\\nA Canada thistle, with 3 e I ll agree;\\nA Canada thistle, Scotia s ain flower,\\nA Canada thistle, afore it yc ll cower.\\nA Canada thistle, your back it will scotch,\\nA Canada thistle, for a fyke ye dae itch;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "172 PEN PICTURES.\\nA Canada thistle, a teasle tae ye,\\nA Canada thistle, frae it xq will flee.\\nA Canada thistle, protection twill gie,\\nA Canada thistle, the mediums frae thee;\\nA Canada thistle, ye can stew for 3 onr broo,\\nA Canada thistle, I ll sen it tae you.\\nA Canada thistle, will mak ye dae richt,\\nA Canada thistle will mak ye greet;\\nI ll nick aff your horns, a^-e, pull out your fangs,\\nYe ll tak your ain gait with _vour red-het tangs.\\nTO F. G. N N.\\nGROUND m^^ axe on 3 our grunstane,\\nThe blade is sharp twill split;\\nThe block that gets in my way, sir,\\nThat block will ken tis hit.\\nIn the trap we didna fall, sir.\\nYe canna cope with me;\\nThe spirits and bogles are laughing,\\nFor Rob Burns bears the gree.\\nIt s Scotch meet Scotch frae noo, sir\\nWater falls to its level;\\nScotch and Seneca meet and mix,\\nThe dose wad spew the Devil.\\nJune 1st, 1900. Rob Burns.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 173\\nTO \\\\VM. M KINLEY, WASHINGTON, D. C.\\nECH! little niaii, ye slip]3ed a eog,\\nWhan ye turned crank on De Lome;\\nWhan ye gied the Don his pass])ort,\\nAn sent the laddie home.\\nYe lit the hre of Plate, man,\\nSpain will blaw it to a flame;\\nYe vc cooked oop a hotch-potch mess, man\\nThey ll play ye a pawky game.\\nThe Americans in Cuba, ha!\\nLang ye hac heard them cr^-,\\nInsulted robbed imprisoned,\\nLoshI Mephistoplieles wad sigh I\\nWeyler an his Spanish crew,\\nButchered men Hke swine:\\nAn the godly men of America,\\nAt the sacrament drank wine.\\nWhile American s blood stained Cuba s soil\\nY ou worshiped at the shrine of God I\\nWhile fathers, mothers, children starved,\\nB_v the t3 rant s heel crushed sharp shod\\nY e Godh men wha kneel an pray\\nSlept well on beds of down;\\nTo the call of Duty, ye were deaf,-\\nW\\\\ wha wear the nation s crown.\\nTwas whan ye gat the cut behind,\\nAn a slap square in the face;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "174 PEN PICTURES.\\nYe rose in your might an majesty,\\nThis was a serious case,\\nYou, the Nation s president,\\nInsulted grit God! by Spain!\\nThe insult in a private sealed letter;\\nDid this explode the Maine?\\nUnbalanced, man light-weight you seem,\\nDead at the top, ye ken;\\nYour headlight is getting dim,\\nYe re nae oop to date auld frien\\nA gostly shadow of by-gone days,\\nResponsibility s crown ye wear;\\nThe pride of the navy beautiful Maine,\\nIs where? McKinley where?\\nSae sma a thing, a wee bit letter.\\nSneak-thieves stole the same;\\nAn ye gac wild aboot it.\\nFor shame! William, for shame!\\nWeak an pusillanimous, yea!\\nThe monumental I that s you!\\nThe blizzard that ye stirred oop man\\nWell! ye hac little to do.\\nYe, the shadow of another\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Losh!\\nLike a hand-organ turned by a crank;\\nHvpnotized by the power of Might,\\nHigh-chief in Monopoly s rank.\\nYe wha mind the crack of the whip.\\nWait for Jupiter s (Hanna) call;\\nYour position isna enviable.\\nIn your gold cup ye ll fin gall.\\nYe ll nae ask for a second term,\\nThe like o this will do;\\nYe re too dehcate, an sensitive,\\nThe burdens too heavy for you.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "I EN PICTURES. 175\\nThe gnardians wha watch yc wecl,\\nUnsafe advisors are;\\nI fear that cannon ball will et,\\nThe escutcheon of the kintra mar.\\nBeware! O President, beware!\\nThe Goddess saj s: Move slow;\\nThere s a precipice in your path\\nTo the bottom you may go.\\nThe kintra s watching weel man,\\nWisdom s warning take;\\nEnemies are to right an left,\\nTake warning, for the nation s sake!\\nI ll never send a son nae! nae!\\nTo answer for our blunder;\\nNo friend, no father brother.\\nTo face the cannon s thunder;\\nWhile 3^ou, perched on your might\\\\ throne.\\nWith Hanna at your back;\\nWhippin roun wi a cat-o -nine.\\nTill ye gave De Lome the crack.\\nMair n twa hunderl mair n twa hunder!\\nGaen doun with the beautiful Maine!\\nMair n twa hunder! mair n twa hunder!\\nGrit Gude! where is the gain?\\nIn the name of friendly relations,\\nWhat a sickening farce alas!\\nMany a mother, daughter, wife,\\nWeepin will chant high mass.\\nDead dead dead!\\nAll in the name of a blunder!\\nDead dead dead!\\nWeepin angels Avonder!\\nDraw down the curtain close,\\nCover with a pall;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "176\\nPEN PICTURES.\\nCause and effect the verdict,\\nThat s all!\\nADDENDUM.\\nThis a woman s opinion,\\nNot even a citizen, I;\\nBorn an reared in this kintra,\\nHere I expect to die.\\nBut a passport ha! a passport!\\nHanna to me winna send;\\nTho I talk an talk o their jingoism,\\nDemocratic e en tae the end.\\nAustin, Minn., Feb. 25, 1898.\\nTO A REJKCTHD LUVKK.\\nLADDIE dear! O laddie dear!\\nThe tide has turned on \\\\e I fear;\\nThe captive brak the shackles, quick,\\nShe s gat the temper o auld Nick.\\nWe held her \\\\vi a grip sac Strang,\\nBut she did say we were a wrang.\\nShe snapped her fingers in our e e,\\nAn bid defiance unto mc.\\nIf she will, she will ye kna\\\\v,\\nBut gif it s nae, she d overthraw.\\nThe power o Nick\\\\ Ben tae gain\\nThe da^ an quick she d grasp the rein,\\nAn say guid by tae ye an me.\\nAh! there s nae room for twa ye ken,\\nMethinks she tak s tae wiser men.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THOMAS SKIDMORE.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 177\\nA MESSAGE TO T. J. SKIDMORE.\\nDear Husband:\\nt OR main^ months I have repeatedly asked for\\njK a message for 3 ou, from this brave little friend\\nr Q-ji but I have been turned aside, not because she\\nwas not willing to write it but for other rea-\\nsons, which seemed good and sufficient to her.\\nM3 passing out was well, and prearranged. The\\nstorm cloud was over the camp, ready to break. I\\nwould have been a feather in the gale, no human\\npower could have stayed the tumult. Crazed brains\\nlet loose are like blood-hounds after a victim. It had\\nto be and through it all, I was better guarded here\\nthan I could have been there.\\nThis friend in the spring of 1894, saw me step out\\nof mj^ shoes, and a woman put her feet in them. I\\ndid not understand it then, but it is all plain now\\\\\\nThis woman had long planned, schemed an fig-\\nured and desired the change that came about.\\nIt is with grief and deep regret that I see my place\\nfilled by one so selfish and greedy. They wdio build a\\ntemple of fame for themselves, through the dow^nfall\\nof others, are building on shifting sand; and the law\\nof nature which is the law of cause and effect, wall in\\ntime settle the puzzling cjuestion.\\nIn 1891 I was greatly troubled over the bursting of\\na social bombshell which thwarted my well laid plans\\nfor a high school. Concentration circles for personal\\npower are now, as then, promoters of evil, and they", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "178 PEN PICTURES.\\nwho work evil will get the result of their own work\\nin time.\\nThere is a power, higher and much stronger than\\nthe human mind can conceive or comprehend, that\\novershadows you all, takes notice of every act, the\\nchannel of thought, and the real summing np of all\\nlives, is on this side, wdiere onr life record is before us\\nand well understood.\\nI am with 3^ou the most of the time, and you are\\ngrowing more sensitive to my influence. You must\\nbe the magnet that balances the trouble on both\\nsides. Injustice is not all on one side. Spiritualists\\nare not all spiritual, and Theosophists do not live up\\nto the standard of their teachings. Extremes are of-\\nten unwise, selfish, immoral and dangerous to the\\ncamp.\\nThe better class of Spiritualists, the wise, the spirit-\\nual people, those who forget self and power, those\\nwho do not wear the tag of the rampant disturber,\\nwill look to you as a life boat, that will save the\\ncause I loved so much.\\nYou will draw to yourself the better element if you\\nuse not only kindness and persuasion, but firmness,\\nwith both parties that are contending for supremacy.\\nYou have been held to Earth for this work, and\\nmuch depends on how well you perform the mission\\nleft yon. In your hours of quiet contemplation and\\nsometimes unrest from some discordant note, think of\\nme close by. I w^ill give you power and strength to\\npass through the trouble with honor to yourself and\\nsafety to the camp.\\nRemember this is, and alwa3 S will be a spiritual\\ncamp; hold fast to this truth and say to those who\\nv\\\\rould have it something else: The world is Avide, go\\nyour way, \\\\Ye will have no new gods placed upon\\nour altars. Spiritualism is enthroned in this camp,\\nand outside issues must be kept in their own realm.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 179\\nGuests to l)c entertained but not allowed to monop-\\nolize or overthrow.\\nKeep Our e\\\\ es well open to the maneuvering of the\\nreinearnated Riehard the III, and the usurping queen\\n(of the so-ealied higher ism,) for Spiritualism is the\\neenter hgure toward whieh all others gravitate. It\\nis the head from whieh all others spring, as the parent\\nto ehildren.\\nMy friend Burns is erowding in with his philosophy\\nwhieh is a little beyond my mental capaeity for ex-\\npression, and I will elose with kind regard to all old\\ntime friends. Marion.\\nSPIRIT KITTIE TO HER FATHER T. J. SKIDMORE.\\nFather mine, list what I say,\\nGrant my request, grant it I pray;\\nWith my dear mother you must go,\\nRemember, Kittie tells you so.\\nGo South dear father, twill please me,\\nIt s for the best as you will see;\\nSo many reasons I eould give,\\nIt will help mother mine to live.\\nShe needs your strength, your guiding care,\\nSo quickly love, you must prepare;\\nA greater reason there is, than this,\\nPromise father twill give me bliss.\\nIf yon deny, poor little I,\\nYou will regret it by and bye;\\nThis pleasure trip you must not miss,\\nGive the promise, I ll give a kiss.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "180 PEN PICTURES.\\nAnd I ll go with voii, father mine,\\nFind Youth s fount and cheat old Time;\\nWhen mother s gone, then 3^ou can stay,\\nIn the old home and have your way.\\nI am waiting to hear the yes,\\nI can t accept, don t know I guess;\\nA positive yes must come out flat,\\nA decided yes and that, and that.\\nI ll love yon father as never before,\\nAnd give you kisses well, a score;\\nI ll comfort 3 ou through trouble and strife,\\nAnd cheer vou through the storms of grief.\\nto\\nNow, when I do so much tor you.\\nDon t make me miserable and blue;\\nBy denN ing the request of Kittie,\\nfather it would be a pity.\\nYou ll go, I know you will, papa,\\nTwill make so happv dear mama;\\nAnd father, I ll be happy too,\\n1 feel twill be the same with you.\\nSep. 1893.\\nQUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\nOOD Lord! what is man? for simple as he looks,\\nDo but try to develop his hooks and his crooks,\\nWith his depths and his shallows, his good and\\nhis evil,\\nAll in all, he s a problem must puz;;le the devil.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 181\\nLOVE S LETTER\\nFrom Kittie to Her Father, T. J. Skidmore.\\nURNS hands to Scotch, as all can weel sec.\\nAn that doesna please, puir little me;\\nI like the plain English or nane, ava,\\nBnt the Scotch o Rob Burns, pleases mama.\\nFor twa lang ears, I ve been asking for this.\\nThis message, dear father, will gie me sweet bliss;\\nI ve waited an waited, aye waited sae lang,\\nTo keep me a waiting, it seemed to me wrang.\\nYe hae sensed my presence, sac aften ye ken.\\nThrough Nature s attraction and then.\\nYe wondered, and wondered, what it all meant.\\nBut in it all, father, there was an intent.\\nWhan o er the brig ye were walkin one day,\\nI walked wi ye faither, all o the way;\\nSae thankful was I, for the kin thocht ye gave,\\nYe cudna explain it, gif your life it would save.\\nYe thocht of Kittie, ohi the power was Strang,\\nAn I smiled for I kent, I wad telt ye ere lang;\\nI m a frien to Burns Lady, she kens me frae ither s,\\nLuve s message we sen to faithers an mitliers.\\nIn her hame I am welcome, 1 luve her dear Ma3%\\nReturn the kindness, dear faither, I pray;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "182 PEN PICTURES.\\nI luve the music, it makes heaven of earth,\\nAn I luve the dancing, laughter an mirth.\\nI see, clear faither, ye ll be left all alanc,\\nTo you it s a loss, but to me it s a gain;\\nMither s a guid wife, true s the magnet to steel,\\nAn whan she is gane, it s lanely ye ll feel.\\nGae ye baith faither, to the vv^arm sinny South,\\nIt winna gie ither, the l3loom o 3 our youth;\\nBut I m sure twill ])lease mither, an then twill\\nplease me.\\nAn to please sac mony, I m sure twill please thee.\\nWe ll call for dear mither, a little way out,\\nWe hae gien her the v^^arning, she hasna a doubt;\\nShe ll mak a things readj^ e en to her shroud,\\nOf wife and mither, dear faitiier we re proud.\\nGuid by, lovin faither, all s for the best,\\nI sen this dear faither, twill be a guid test;\\nYe will wunner an wunner gif this is all true,\\nAa^c, mony changes, are cumin tae you.\\nSep. 1893.\\nQUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\nHE star that rules my luckless lot,\\nHas fated me the russet coat;\\nAnd damned my fortune to the groat.\\nBut in requite,\\nHas blessed me with a random shot,\\nO countra wit.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 183\\nTO MARTHA AND TIIOMAvS.\\nt^tY dear aiild friend, Robert Burns,\\nHas promised a letter to write;\\nI said: Just to please me Robert,\\nWill vou write the letter tonight?\\nAnd tell dear sister I am pleased,\\nWith all I sec and hear;\\nTell her the home is aU right,\\nAnd be of good cheer.\\nI left the earth life, just in time,\\nMy going was no mistake;\\nThomas could do better without me,\\nI was taken for the good cause s sake.\\nThomas must stand alone in the fight,\\nTwas best that I should go.\\nThomas would have listened to me,\\nAnd my brain was getting slow.\\n1 would have been crazed, with all the din,\\nAnd the sin is not all weeded out;\\nSome who belong to the proteetives,\\nOf them I have great doubt.\\nMy vision is now very clear,\\nNo longer am I deceived;\\nI am sorry to find wrong and deception,\\nIn those I once believed.\\nTell P. L. O. Keeler for me.\\nHe better slide out of that ring;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "184 PEN PICTURES.\\nThe people are forcing a pressure,\\nTo him, no good will it bring.\\nWe see, and hear, and we know,\\nThe people are sniffing the air;\\nHe better slide out of that compan^^,\\nOr the shame and disgrace he wnll share.\\nBurns\\nThe medium s trust is whispered about.\\nThey tell it worse than it is;\\nBut the power of the ring is brolvcn,\\nIt is an unfortunate thing gee-whiz!\\nHow the\\\\ scauld the leaders,\\nW\u00e2\u0080\u0094 is as black as the Deil;\\nTho bows four waj^s at once.\\nThe cat-o-nine tail he will feel.\\nThomas! dear Thomas! we love j ou.\\nFor the good of the camp we pra}\\nHold a firm hand with G\\nDon t let him have all the say.\\nStand firm as the rock of ages,\\nWhen you know you are right;\\nTho he fights the trusts monopolies.\\nHe makes Gold the power of Might.\\nLove is free in a way, Thomas,\\nBut sensuality s debasing, wrong;\\n1 pray for the good of the camp, Thomas,\\nMy prayers wmII be answered ere long.\\nI love the cause of Woman s rights,\\nBut wdien the low, coarse, vulgar, rule,\\nBurns\\nNot thro the mental, but the sensual,\\nMoralitj sings sangs o dool.\\nYou are old and j^ou are feeble,\\nSune anither will fill your place;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 18;\\nTwill all come right in the b\\\\ -and-bye,\\nTo the swift is not always the race.\\nI do not like Woman s Day, Thomas,\\nIt is not what it should be;\\nIt was not meant for one or two women.\\nLet the day for women be free.\\nPlease see to it this 3 ear, Thomas,\\nGive the women command of that day;\\nInvite the president of the county.\\nAnd let her have something to say.\\nLet them have full swing, Thomas,\\nFor once, see what they will do;\\nAnd don t w^ait till the last minute.\\nNow, Thomas, I leave this with 3 ou.\\nBurn s\\nSince 1894, Woman s daj\\nHas been cornered weel, I wot;\\nThe life, the soul crushed out,\\nDeny it, ye cannot.\\nThe power behind the throne, enthroned,\\nThe women turned aw^ay;\\nYe canna force the public mind,\\nOpinion ye canna slay.\\nAnd Tilly, oh don t forget her!\\nPlease put all others away;\\nLet them have their cooing and billing.\\nBut oufof the librar\\\\ sta^\\nYou know I don t like it, Thomas,\\nAll things in their place I oft said;\\nThat Library is mine, dear Thomas,\\nLet Tilly stay there till she s dead.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "186 PEN PICTURES.\\nWHAT MY LOVER vSAID.\\nWAS just one 3 ear ago this cvc,\\nI remember it very well;\\nJ In the moonlight we were ehatting,\\nI was charmed with Love s sweet spell\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n1 loved my love as lassies do,\\nI was leal to \\\\\\\\\\\\y bonnie lover,\\nHis promises I did believe,\\nHe was na a fickle rover.\\nAnd this was what my lover said,\\nMy lover said to me:\\nOne year from the day, that we are wed,\\nMy Love, I ll give to thee\\nThe richest gift that 1 can find,\\nTlio it be across the sea;\\nI ll search old ocean s jeweled caves,\\nI ll bring it back to thee.\\nWhat would you wish of all things most?\\nMy lover said to me;\\nWill it be a horse with trappings fine,\\nOr pearls from out the sea?\\nOr a coach and six with coat-of-arms,\\nOr diamonds rich and rare?\\nTell me your wish, my lassie dear,\\nI ll remember with great care.\\nMy wish, a simple one, just this,\\nA piano, the best in the laud;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 187\\nWith pearl settings here and there.\\nAnd I want it a baby -grand.\\nA baby-grand! a Ijaby -grand!\\nThe desire of my life;\\nHa! ha! I promise you the baby grand,\\nSome day when I eall you wife.\\nA 3^ear has passed since we were wed,\\nI m queen in my lover s home;\\nOur palace, Love s rose bower.\\nWith na gabled roof or dome.\\nI am happy, oh! so happ}^!\\nAs happy as wdfe can be;\\nM^^ Charle3% is m\\\\ lover still,\\nA dear, kind sweet-heart, he.\\nThe baby-grand, the baby-grand,\\nI hear 3^ou ask, where s that?\\nOver there in the corner.\\nIn that daint}^ wee braw cot.\\nCuddled in lace and pillows.\\nGo careful, take a peep!\\nThe richest treasure in the land\\nI ve kissed the darling to sleep.\\nOUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\nAIL, Pocsic! thou nymph reserved.\\nIn chase o thee, what crowds hae swerv d\\nP rae common sense, or sunk cnerv d,\\nMang heaps o clovers;\\nAnd och! o er oft thy joes hae sLarv d,\\nMid a thy favors.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "188 PEN PICTURES.\\n1\\nTHE DOCTOR S WAR.\\nOCTOR WENDE will not back down,\\nHe know^s he is all right;\\nNo compromise with healers,\\nHe s ready for a fight.\\nLet them pass their compromise,\\nAccept it I will not;\\nI m in this light to win or lose,\\nLaw s Jacket will fit I wot.\\nThe P^ aith Cures maim Kill nae mair,\\nThere s a patent on that Wende;\\nThe killing is well cornered,\\nYour rights, ve will defend.\\nYe ain the hail bloomin business,\\nAssembly, Senate and all;\\nGin they bother ye, they get Hot stuff,\\nYe ll gie them a cup of gall.\\nOn the doctor s game, the search-licht turn.\\nGo back to ninty-eight;\\nWende, down in Fredonia,\\nA boom he did inflate.\\nA doctor s boom, he cornered well,\\nMen, women, children, all;\\nSome hid awa} ithers jumped the line,\\nIt was a scare nae small.\\nWende s cr^^ went out: Small-pox! small-pox!\\nOn deck Vaccination came;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 189\\nOh! the doctor s had a soft snap,\\nThey entered eveiy hame.\\nSome doctors said twas chicken-])ox,\\nIthers, itch, the thing might be;\\nBut Vaccination settled it,\\nThe Itch quick clutched the fee.\\nThe cry went out frae town to town.\\nThe doctors sweetly smiled;\\nThe hairst was a gowden crap,\\nAn the weans bluid was defiled.\\nIt was a crime of hie degree.\\nHundreds poisened were;\\nOhI man} die frae that vile rot,\\nI-^rae the puss of a nast\\\\ sair.\\nAnd well you knaw, Law backs this crime.\\nHa! Generalissimo is Wende;\\nWende and Law are in the swim,\\nAnd Law does crime defend.\\nThis the land of Freemen, alake!\\nLiberty wears a gag!\\nTake down the stars and stripes quick!\\nAnd furl slavery s black rag.\\nIn Porto Rico, a million vaccinated,\\nBy Uncle Sam s doctor s, ha! ha!\\nOne hundred thousand dollars they got.\\nThe gudes frown and say, **Pshaw!\\nHa! ye talk aboot killing folk,\\nA jackass micht envy your brass;\\nThe grave auld sexton digs a hole.\\nWhile the priests are chanting mass\\nThe Cathode Ray, the Cathode Ray,\\nOn the doctors turn it Strang;\\nSearch well their damned experiments,\\nYe U fin then, wha is wrang.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "190 PEN PICTURES.\\nLet the victims face their murelerers.\\nAnd tell how the\\\\^ were killed;\\nMurder in the first degreel thcA\\nHow many coffins filled?\\nTo sned Life s thread was Hornbook s trick.\\nHe beat anld Nickie Ben;\\nBut to .the bairns, an niankin\\nDoc Hornbook was a frien\\nCompared with doctors of this day\\nA man s nae safe, ye ken;\\nGin the doctors stap 3 our breathin\\nGude teuk ye, sa^-s haly men.\\nThe cutting up, is aj^ont belief,\\nThe experiments Wende danr na tell;\\nVivisection is noo the doctor s art,\\nThe crime. Law calls, dune well,\\nAppendicitis that bug-a-boo, Losh!\\nHoo mony hae ye murdered fi^r that?\\nYour gilded hospitals slaughter shops.\\nThis my opinion flat.\\nSelf protection is nature s law,\\nWad ye die in a natural way?\\nKeep sh} of the doctor s experiments,\\nThey are licensed b^y Law to slay.\\nTheir victims are subjects like dogs and cats,\\nTabled like a sheep or hog;\\nAn they cut and slash with as little soul,\\nAs the lad wha quarters a frog.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 191\\nEPISTLE TO DR. LAKE.\\nt .R. Lake Dr. Lake,\\nj It was surely a mistake;\\nWhen YOU figured for the catch\\nWhen you fixed a Doctor snatch\\nWhen you came to visit me,\\nLosh! 3^ou were a subtle bee.\\nWith a stinger in 3 our tongue,\\nThat with yenom would haye rung,\\nFalse notes in the judges court.\\nDr. Lake Dr. Lake,\\nTell me now for Truth s sake,\\nHow much money did you get,\\nl or falling in their wily net?\\nAh 3 our A^ery name you sold.\\nTwas a game so yery bold,\\nBut Salina s Park sae trim,\\nThought the case a little slim,\\nSae he didna tumble in.\\nDr. Lake Dr. Lake.\\nI am sure twas a mistake;\\nYou did swear ^^ou d know me long,\\nI am sure that you were wrong;\\nThat I never saw you fore,\\nI would certainly have swore.\\nWhen through the glass you did peek\\nI a hiding place did seek,\\nFor I knew a foe had come.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "192 PEN PICTURES.\\nDr. Lake Dr. Lake,\\nI was sorry for your sake;\\nThat mongst such folks you did mix,\\nIt did put you in a fix.\\nFor the people all did know,\\nThat you weren t so very slow,\\nBut the snake did round you coil,\\nAnd he thought that 3 ou would foil,\\nRight and Justice in their Court.\\nDr. Lake, Dr. Lake,\\nYou did make a sad mistake;\\nYou have found that man was thin,\\nHe who paid you with his tin,\\nHe s a villain, no mistakel\\nDon t you see it Dr. Lake?\\nAs a Judge he gi-andh sits,\\nBut s not noted for his wits,\\nHe s the Countv figure-head,\\nAye, a party must be dead,\\nWhen they get to such a pass,\\nLet us charit for. tlichi high-mass,\\nBu3 -a coffin in the fall,\\nSpread o er tlieiii a funeral pall,\\nWrite an elegy sublime,\\nPut them in the vault of Time,\\n1892.\\nQUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\n^tyvj^ E ma\\\\^ be poor Robie and I,\\n010] Light is the burden love lays on;\\ntJIpll Content and love brings peace and Joy-\\nWhat mair hae queens upon a throne?", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "MRS. MARION SKIDMORE.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "PKN PICTURES. 19:\\nKITTIB TO HER MOTHER, MARION SKIDMORE.\\nam Kittic, darling mother,\\nJust the same as in earth life;\\nIt was well that I passed over,\\nI ve escaped the bitter strife,\\nThat oft comes to mother s daughters.\\nIt might have been the same with me;\\nIt was for the best dear mother.\\nThis truth, mother, you will see.\\nOh! the suffering of soul an bod\\\\\\nI see so much from day to day;\\nI am thankful I passed over,\\nSo am I, says sister May.\\nI ve a little frien dear mother.\\nTo our home I bring her oft;\\nAnd we smooth your brow, dear mother,\\nWith love pats, kind and soft.\\nI am proud of ou, dear mother,\\nThe blind see by your soul s light;\\nOft I see in souls of others.\\nFires of Hell, then darkest night.\\nYou are true, grand and noble,\\nI love you, love you mother dear;\\nFor you, it s all right on this side,\\nYour future, mother, is bright and clear.\\nIn the last hour I ll be with you,\\nYou will see me first of all;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "194 PEN PICTURES.\\nLoving friends will gather roimd you,\\nOh! the number is not small.\\nWe will sooth the pain dear mother,\\nYou will know that we are there;\\nWe will love and cheer you mother.\\nIn your bright home over here.\\nBide-a-wee, darling mother,\\nBide-a-wee bide-a-wee;\\nWe ll be waiting at Death s river,\\nThe spirit boat, you will see.\\nIn Love s arms we ll gently bear you\\nTo fair Beauty s peaceful home;\\nOh! you ll wonder, darling mother.\\nThat before, you did not come.\\nOh! my loving darling mother!\\nI ve asked oft to write to thee;\\nI feel sure your soul will tell 3^ou,\\nThis is from Kittie 3^es, from me.\\nAnd I know you ll thank the writer,\\nShe to me is very kind;\\nDay and night she writes Love s message,\\nKind and faithful as all find.\\nThis v;ill be a little treasure,\\nLove boiled down in poesy;\\nMother dear, my soul is in it!\\nYou will know that it s from me.\\nGood by mother good by mother,\\nI m so glad that I can say\\nSo much to you loving mother,\\nAnd say it, mother, in my way.\\nSep. 1893.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 195\\nTHE SCHOOL OF THE C. L. F. A.\\nDAY dream, a night dream,\\nThe desire of our Marion s soul;\\nA College of Art and Philosoph}\\nThis her highest goal.\\nShe planned and prayed for many years,\\nBut prayers were all in vain;\\nThe Great Powers, at Lily Dale,\\nCould not see the gain.\\nAh! presto change! the school is here!\\nThe Board has spawned the child;\\nIt they conceived! it they horned!\\nBut, it s delicate and mild.\\nThat s what I hear, but let me see,\\nWhat have they got? oh, god!\\nA just one, no more! and he,\\nWill sune skip neath the sod.\\nA representative fair, tis true,\\nOf the dead condition here;\\nA child led by its grand-father,\\nO Lily Dale! folks sneer!\\nAnd even Lobby, with wisdom great.\\nMust see the point I m sure;\\nWith hope we ll wait auld Time s sure tide.\\nWith Patience we ll endure.\\nWright it is, we ll watch the shell,\\nA chrysalis it may be;J", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "196 PEN PICTURES.\\nO Evolution! nurse it well!\\nWe leave the germ with thee.\\nAnd when the old conditions pass,\\nLife from that shell may spring;\\nA power divine i-nay He within,\\nThat good things 3 et may bring.\\nTO THE GUDE MOTHER OF THE CAMP,\\nMARION SKIDMORE.\\nAE vera lang I ve thocht o ye,\\nGuid Gude-mither o the Camp:\\nYe seem sae vera much to me,\\nLike a beautiful electric lamp,\\nThat sheds a radiant licht aroun\\nThat a may see the way;\\nYe d hae nanc stra^^ in darkened paths.\\nGin 3 e cou d hae 3 e re say.\\nYe d fill the lives o all with flowers,\\nYe d gie to all sweet peace;\\nWi Plenty s han gie Beauty s hame,\\nTheir warldly stores increase.\\nBestow Contentment, Luve an Rest,\\nHumanity s mithcr guid;\\nYe do sae vera vera much,\\nYe d do mair gm 3^c could.\\nI lo e ye for the guid ye ve dune,\\nYe, I cum aft to see;\\nBut, Mither I ve a wark to do,\\nA wark that s gicn to mc.\\nSae like a sons I ve wandered,\\nI m nac sac much wi vc;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 197\\nI m wedded to my wark, mither,\\nAn m}^ Leddy warks with me.\\nShe s m}^ ideal, sae brave an true,\\nShe never fears a fae;\\nShe ll Stan for truth an richt, mither,\\nNae matter what ithers say.\\nBorn in the circle of mystics,\\nA sensitive for the cause;\\nWe play the sweetest tunes, mither,\\nThro the psychic laws.\\nMusic is a gift, mither.\\nThe harmonies combined;\\nA royal feast o the gudes,\\nAft wi them ye hae dined.\\nThat s hoo we master m3^sticism.\\nPhenomena produce yea!\\nHarmony we maun hae, mither,\\nIt s the sequence of the play.\\nYe mauna think I luve ye less,\\nBecause of this or that;\\nNae thinkit guid, mither mine,\\nI ll gie ye the same luve pat.\\nSpirits affinitize to wark,\\nMair perfect than in life;\\nWe separate and harmonize,\\nOur days with guid warks rife.\\nI m just the same queer Rab, mither,\\nLuve s the best gift I ve got;\\nLo e niak s the warl gae weel, mither.\\nAn a that an that.\\nReincarnated wi m\\\\^ luve,\\nIt matters nae what they say;\\nSpirit friens smile to hear the talk,\\nAn the scenes shift with the play.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "198 PEN PICTURES.\\nGuid b}^ mither, I maun gae,\\nFare thee weel sweet niitber mine;\\nTak ye off to Florida,\\nImprove the hours o Time.\\nLave in the balmy air o the south;\\nCome back with the birds of spring,\\nWe ll gie ye all the strength we can,\\nPeace, Luve, Rest we ll bring,\\nSept. 1893.\\nTHE BRIGS OF AYR.\\nHAT bards are second sighted is nae joke,\\nAnd ken the lingo o the sp ritual folk;\\nP ays, Spunkies, Kelpies, a they can explain\\nthem.\\nAnd ev n the vera deils the\\\\^ brawly ken them.\\nIn plain braid Scots hold forth a x^lain braid story,\\nNae langcr tlirift3% citizens an douce.\\nMeet ower a pint, or in the Council-house;\\nBut staumrel, corkj -headed, graceless gentr^^;\\nThe herryment and ruin of the country;\\nMen, three parts made by tailors and by barbers,\\nVVha waste \\\\^our w^ieel-hain d gear on d d new\\nBrigs and Harbors!\\nRob Burns.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 199\\nBIRTHDAY GREETING TO MARION SKIDMORE.\\nLL hail this glorious day! all hail!\\nA birth-day greeting, mother mine.\\nOur gude mither of the camp!\\nWe ll gie to jq Life s precious wine,\\nGuid gude-mither of the camp!\\nBousing and laughing, we clink our glasses,\\nWe clasp hands one and all;\\nLike bumming bees we flit aroun\\nThis is a pleasant call,\\nGien us by auld King Time.\\nLife s brittle thread is aft too short,\\nToo short it seems to me;\\nO mither! cou d I have my wa\\\\^,\\nYe d live as lang as She.\\nGin I could hae mj^ wav,\\nI d say to Time loot her lee lang,\\nFor the good that she will do;\\nShe s been a blessin all her life!\\nShe can be na mair to you.\\nSheathe quick Death s subtle knife^\\nOh mither mine! Time listens nae.\\nHe turns his Ivack, on me;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "200 PEN PICTUREvS.\\nAn ca s mc fule, to think he ll gic,\\nA life as lang as She.\\nAuld Time an I dinna agree.\\nLife is eternal, there is nae end;\\nOne ever eternal now;\\nThe Past sits on the highest mast,\\nWhile the Future rides on the prow.\\nO silent Past!\\nThree guests I tin on Life s weird ship.\\nThe Future, the Present, the Past;\\nInto each life they silentl3^ glide,\\nBy each, sunshine and shadow is cast;\\nAs o er life s river we ride.\\nOn on, mither mine, Life s bark will glide.\\nWith the same passivity.\\nBut the storm of Destiny will overtake,\\nYe U be rescued by Immortality.\\nWith Fate there s nae mistake.\\nSae, mak ilka day a hallowed one,\\nFull o the hiney o life;\\nYe ll be the same busy bee,\\nWarkin for Peace, na Strife,\\nTill Death does set ye free.\\nI canna, mauna, winna ask,\\nAuld Time to pass ye by;\\nTho it wad seem a loss to ye,\\nAn frien s wad maurn an sigh,\\nA blessin grit to Kittie an I.\\nYe ll laugh, an smile, an happy be,\\nAs lang as j-our day does last;\\nMuckle 3^e ve gained in spirit, we see.\\nWith spiritism, ye re abreast;\\nAye, mither, we bless ye.\\nYea, ye hae gained in spiritual truth,\\nOpened wide your een;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. HOI\\nYour inflnciicc has blessed fair 3 outli,\\nTo all its plainly seen,\\nAn j -e gied oot a roiith.\\nBide a wee, dear mither mine.\\nYours sail be a flower croun;\\nYe ve been guid to human kin\\nYe gied nane the sullen frown.\\nNae, ye gied the bluid-red wine\\nOf human kindness, the milk of luve,\\nYea! with a luve sae deep an true,\\nAn with a ward as saft as eooing dove;\\nYea! sae your saul with guid warks grew;\\nWe viewed it all frae heights above.\\nOh! for this wondrous work ye ve done,\\nWe bless ye now and a^^e;\\nOh! ye a blessed vietory won,\\nThe hairs t is in the by-and-bye;\\nWait for Transitions rising sun.\\nOver your grave we ll plant bright flowers.\\nPink-eyed forget-me nots will blow.\\nAnd lillies fair and sweet;\\nThe emblems of a pure, true life.\\nBeautiful and complete.\\nSept. 1893.\\nQUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\n^-j^ HEN Nature her great masterpiece design d\\njHI And framed her last, best work, the human\\nyj^ mind;\\nHer eye intent on all the maz^^ plan,\\nShe form d of various parts, the various man.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "202 PEN PICTURES.\\nJAMIE S SOLILOQUY.\\nAE mony weans I hae to feed,\\nI wonner gin tliej^ are mine?\\nI have a sonsie black-e^^ed bairn,\\nThat seems nae in my line.\\nMy wife Betty has auburn hair,\\nAnd mine is yellow, 3 e see;\\nTrowth! the wee, braw, black-e\\\\^ed bairn.\\nIs an unco puzzle to me.\\nShe s the fairest one in the hale lot,\\nAnd she giggles all owre with glee;\\nShe disna act like Betty,\\nAnd she disna act like me.\\nShe sings like a nichtingale mornin an nicht,\\nBetty can t sing mair n a quey;\\nWhile I never sang a note in my life.\\nThere s something, somewhere, agle3^\\nShe s the smartest one of the hale lot,\\nHaniely and dull are the rest;\\nShe micht be taen for registered stock.\\nBut nane ither in my nest.\\nShe leads her class, tak s all the prizes,\\nA vera beuk-worm is she;\\nWhere in the deil does she get it all?\\nThat is what puzzles me.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 203\\nIs she a luvc-weaii, drap t i the nest,\\nWhan I was awa frae hamc?\\nWas Betty unfaithful to her guid laird?\\nDid she play nie a sleekit game?\\nWeel! I m half inclined to think it s sae,\\nThere s mair truth in it than fable;\\nBut the wee black-e3 ed witch I love,\\nTho a stranger at m}^ table.\\nI bred my cowt frae the vere best sire,\\nMy coo I did the same;\\nMy pigs in the pen, are from registered stock,\\nBut my bairns, are crooked an lame.\\nAlake! alake! thej^ say; bluid tells,\\nI m very sure it maun be;\\nI ve bred a nest of sickly weans.\\nMisfortune s bairns I see.\\nAll but the wee one, with braw black een,\\nAs straight as an arrow is she;\\nAnd that is why, I aft times think\\nShe disna belang to nie.\\nWeel! I ll nae fin faut with Betty for that\\nThe cross was a vera guid thing;\\nAn I ll thank the laird whae er he be.\\nThat he, the bairn did bring.\\nBut my povv gets ram-feezled afttinies,\\nWhan the neebors scan that wean;\\nFor she s nae like Bett} an she s nae like me.\\nThat is plainly seen.\\nLike Joseph, I maun shield Betty,\\nI ll say, twas the Haly Ghaist;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "204 PEN PICTURES.\\nOh! donsie twad been, had I been hame,\\nI d smoor d the haly beast.\\nI m nae free-luver as ye weel ken,\\nIt s the maist damnable of all;\\nBut, whan I think o that black-eyed wean,\\nI m glad the ghaist did call.\\nMEMORIAL TO ANGELINE POPE.\\nUT of the old life, into the new.\\nFriend, many there are who envy yon\\nThe rest and peace that death has brought;\\nThe wondrous change Transition wrought.\\nThe body, by mother Earth caressed\\nThe tired spirit will find sweet rest.\\nWe give you friend, Love s rich blessing\\nGone to a higher life progressing.\\nFrom Earth s environments you are free.\\nEternity has opened its doors for thee;\\nA spirit you ll come, with 3 our passive nature,\\nVou were a friend to every creature.\\nThe same kind spirit will harmonize,\\nHelp thou the weak to be strong and wise;\\nRoll back the gates of Eternal Truth;\\nOpen the blind eyes of age and youth.\\nA ministering spirit thou wilt be.\\nThe pure and good will come with thee.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 205\\nPUIR AULD SPAIN!\\nHE oldest colonial power in the world,\\nOnce the richest nation, they sc^y,\\nIn the lano^ ago, the lang ago;\\nThis, is the poet s lay.\\nThis the pride an boast o Spain,\\nThe world we can buy and sell;\\nOur cofters are full, sang the buccaneer,\\nTwas a story they liked to tell.\\nPuir Auld Spain!\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nIn that awful beuk o doomsday,\\nI see your name is writ;\\nHalf crazed, demented O cruel Spain!\\nHech! noo ye ll halt a bit!\\nAnce the richest, proudest kintra,\\nThat onj^ man did ken;\\nThe proudest aristocracy\\nOwned by lairdly men.\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nOf tyrants ye can boast, O Spain!\\nSuch tyrants, nane has e er kenned;\\nSuch treachery such a history!\\nThe tellin was never penned!\\nGrit Gude! 1 shiver at the thocht!\\nJehovah wad turn pale;\\nI close my lugs for fear I ll hear,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "206 PEN PICTURES.\\nThe tortured victims wail.\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nPuir aiild Spain!\\nTis said a lioongry louse bites sair,\\nThrou ilka c\\\\^cle, that held guid;\\nYour loof did itch for shinin gear,\\nYour slaves did starve for food.\\nYour treasure house was ever full,\\nYour Dons a lairdly crew;\\nThey skreid for bluid, for bluid of man,\\nRed bluid they ve waded through!\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nPuir anld Spain!\\nTorquemada was your bairn.\\nYe arena proud o that, O Spain!\\nYe wad forget that chiel I m sure,\\nYe d blush, to think o grit men slain!\\nTortured on the rack, O Spain!\\nBtirned at the stake an a\\nSuch a history! such a history!\\nYour sins, Dame, arena sma\\nPuir atdd Spain!\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nYour laddies roamed the ocean braid.\\nWere the terrors of the sea!\\nThe black pirates o your Ian\\nFrae them the deil wad flee!\\nThe bluidest cut-throats ever kenn d\\nSpawned in the wame o a beast;\\nThe letting of bluid to a Spaniard,\\nWas the richest kind of a feast.\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nYe w^ad gang your gate, wi cursess liet,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 207\\nYe heard na hiimaiiity s cry;\\nThe day of Judgment, has cum, Spain,\\nYe ll ken niair, by an by.\\nYour shoon fits weel your shacld d feet.\\nAn your croun wi bluid is rust}-;\\nYour rotten auld throne is nae worth a plack.\\nThe toddlin auld thing is musty.\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nYe nursed this war for mony a year!\\nYour monstrosities are great;\\nIgnorance led ye blindly\\nInto the jaw^s of Fate.\\nIt s ainly a question of time, Spain,\\nWhan Tyranny maun dee!\\nLiberty is Nature s law.\\nYour people will be free!\\nPuir Auld Spain!\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nYe re nearin j^our graff, ye ll sune gae deid.\\nAn maurner s, ye ll hae nane;\\nOur goddess will gie ye a braw new shroud.\\nYe sail lie, \\\\yV the ase o your slain.\\nThere are better da\\\\ S for your slaves, O Spain!\\nMight has lost her power!\\nThe rainbow o promise, is glintin i the lift,\\nNae langer will j^our subjects cower.\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nPuir auld Spain!\\nWeyler is a relic of pirate days.\\nIn a cage the beast maun gae;\\nGie him a tiger for a bed fellow, Spain,\\nAn loot the twa beasts play.\\nLoot them scratch, an bite, an fight.\\nLoot them do whatever thev wnll;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "208 PEN PICTURES.\\nWhan lie feels the clutch of the tiger s paw,\\nThen Vengance will hae her fill.\\nPair auld S^iain.\\nThe mills of the gods, grind slow, but snre,\\nEvolution has bagged a grist;\\nThe C3 clone of Fate has gien Spain a whirl,\\nIt has gien Corruption a twist.\\nKings, Queens, Czars, Sultans, Emperors,\\nTheir mighty thrones must fall,\\nEqualit3\\\\ Liberty, to woman and man.\\nEqual rights to all.\\nQUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\nE see 3 on birkie ca d a lord,\\nWha struts, and stares, and a that:\\nTho hundreds worship at his word,\\nHe s but a coof for a thai:\\nFor a that, and a that,\\nHis riljbon, star, and a that.\\nThe pith o sense and pride o worth,\\nAre higher ranks than a that.\\nQUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\nGEAR will l)uy me rigs o land,\\nAnd gear will buy me sheep and kye;\\nBut the tender heart o leesome love,\\nThe gowd and siller canna buj", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "MRS. MARIA RAMSI ELL", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 209\\nTO MRS. MARIA R L.\\nHE message, Lad3^e, with pleasure I write,\\nI grant the favor with dehght;\\nFrien, ye wiiina ca me twice,\\nLad^-e, I thocht it vera nice.\\nAy, a compHment I ween,\\nLang, dear Lad\\\\ e, I hae seen,\\nYe did wiss a ward frae me,\\nNoo Lad\\\\ e, I ll write for ye.\\nThree dear laddies on this side.\\nIlk one claimed 3 e for a bride;\\nThey sen greetings, frien to \\\\^e,\\nA3 the\\\\ wiss that e micht see,\\nConscioush and understand;\\nIlka one of Our guid band.\\nWad gie ye the inner sight.\\nIt wad gie jq grit delight.\\nTrue an noble 3 e hae been.\\nAnd these laddies lang hae seen\\nTrouble cum to yq sae fast,\\nAn thc\\\\ raised a firm Strang mast.\\nThe spread sails quick caught the win\\nOh! these laddies are na blin\\nAll that comes into your life.\\nWe know, remember this, dear wife.\\nYou were always kind and true.\\nFaithful, loving as all knew;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "210 PEN PICTURES.\\nDear Maria! you smiled with cheer,\\nHopeful ever, you d no fear;\\nWhen Fate sent us cold and rain,\\nHarmony we found in its refrain;\\nO Maria! my dear good wife,\\nYou were the blessing of my life.\\nTell Pet, she must not turn awa}^\\nI m with the darling night and da}^;\\nNature s spiritism, is true\\nShe knows well, tis proved b}^ 3 ou.\\nIn twilight s hour, she listens to the Gtiide,\\nIn this she makes no sacrifice of pride.\\nPet! the latch string is not out for me.\\nThe reason Pet I cannot see.\\nThe same kind father I am, as then,\\nAnd I do wish, my Pet, that when\\n1 come so close and give Love s kisses warm.\\nYou d think of me. Pet, I would not harm\\nMy child, or give j^ou fright not I!\\nPet! I often hear you sigh;\\nRemember Pet in times like this I m nigh;\\nThere s rest for thee, Luve, by and bye.\\nCatch the sunshine, Luve, drink to your fill,\\nGrinding is Time, the last grist in Life s mill;\\nThe harvest is ripe, the sheaves we ll bring in,\\nNot far out, Luve, the new life will begin.\\nYou ve stood by Spiritism, brave an true.\\nThere s a golden crown, waiting for 3^ou;\\nWait a wee bit we ll gather Life s flowers.\\nThen, we ll tak ye away, to Heaven s bowers.\\nThis message, dear Lad3 e,Igie ye with pleasure,\\n1 ken w^eel dear Lad3 e, twill be a rich treasure;\\nYe ll read it alane, with tears in your e e,\\nAv,the laddie l be there, ve will ken, he will see;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 211\\nGif jQ mill his message, an do as he says,\\nTwill bring comfort to Pet, in coming days;\\nTwill gie the bairns shelter, in time o need,\\nTwill prove a rich blessing, a blessin indeed.\\nSCOTCH POT-POURRI.\\ni\u00c2\u00ab UT wherefore do you droop? Why look so sad?\\nl|^ Be great in fact as 3 ou have been in thoughtl\\n^1 Let not the world see fear and sad distrust,\\nGovern the motive of a kingly eye;\\nBe stirring as the time; be fire with fire;\\nThreaten the threatener, and out-face the brow\\nOf bragging horror, so shall inferior eyes.\\nThat borrow their behavior from the great,\\nGrow great by your example; and put on\\nThe dauntless spirit of resolution;\\nShow boldness and aspiring confidence.\\nMy rhjmies are vera gnid, I wot.\\nAn rythm, well tis passable;\\nI meet her ilka chance I get,\\nMv reason is definable.\\nTo Nature true, my Rum s Appeal,\\nThe price the beuk, that s worth;\\nAn mony things ye ll fin frien s.\\nBrim full of wit an mirth.\\nSae whan ye fin an ugh^ slip,\\nOr flaw, or brak in rhyme;\\nPleas^e pass it b^^ an we will try,\\nTo fiiak it richt neist time.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "212 PEN PICTURES.\\nAyont the price of gold we prize,\\nThe medium that s true;\\nBut those wha cheat, an fraud an that,\\n(I ve met them sae hae you.)\\nIt s little use we hae for sic.\\nTheir just deserts they ll get;\\nGreed and Dishonor, twins frae hell,\\nIn time their wheels we ll set.\\nMy Lad^^ is na daft, ye ken,\\nAn crazed, I ken she s not;\\nThe up-to-date shots in this bcuk,\\nWill prove that truth I w^ot.\\nIn guid condition is her brain,\\nThought has a fertile field;\\nShe dares to face the wrang, frien s.\\nAn richt she ll ever shield.\\nA brain that yields to ilka touch,\\nA telegraph machine;\\nAn ear weel tuned to catch the rhyme,\\nPlain facts are these, I ween.\\nAn sae, my medium an I,\\nAre wakin weel thegither;\\nI luve my bonnie, witty lass,\\nI am her spirit brither.\\nGeorge Brooks our Longfellow,\\nThis 3^ear I ll pass the hat;\\nAll gather up the bawbees.\\nAn placks, an that, an that.\\nI ll buy for George a phonograph,\\nA change w^e surely need;\\nWe re tired of, God I m nearer Thee,\\nFor rest O God we plead.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 2ia\\nI ll buy a chair for, Longfellow,\\nWith accomodation legs;\\nSae he winna frame an c.,\\nAn twist his limber pegs.\\nAn whan he gies the slogan,\\nSubscribe! subscribe! I pray!\\nWe ll pat that in the phonograph.\\nSubscribe! is what twill say.\\nHamlet, with Hamlet left out, what is t?\\nA farce, my Lady said;\\nBurns, with Burns left out, what is t?\\nA beuk that wad be dead.\\nMy satires, cast na in the low^,\\nBut publish, as I say;\\nI do command, I hae the richt,\\nFrae noo, I ll hae my W3.j.\\nApril is yours, my Lady said,\\n**Yea! give whate er you please;\\nUse your Scotch thistle, Rob,\\nTill your victims bark and sneeze.\\nVivisect till naething s left.\\nCremate, do what you will;\\nThe tragedy, I ll view it, Rob,\\nThe grist from your Poet s mill.\\nThe guid folk ask, dear Lily Dale,\\nIs that hoose the A n?\\nAnd is it under the control;\\nOr, are the favors well reserved,\\nOf General A n?\\nGrit god! I wish I knew;\\nGae ask the C. L. F. A. Board,\\nI wot, they ll tell ye true.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "214 PEN PICTURES\\nI canna spoil my picture,\\nFor rythm or for rhyme;\\nThe thought is first, and last, aud all,\\nAuld Nick can ring the chime.\\nArtist I am o hie degree,\\nMy pictures all can view;\\nMy colorings, from Nature s field.\\nMy sketches, fresh and new.\\nKneel in the mire nae langer, man,\\nYe are aboon that plane;\\nTae the physical flesh-pats, kneel na,\\nTae 3^e there is na gain.\\nRise to the mental altitude.\\nThe clean folk there j c U fin\\nThis the advice of Robert Burns,\\nIlk man tae his ain kin\\nLike a tyke, shak your sel.\\nWhan oot that nest ye get;\\nTak a Turkish bath, man.\\nYe need it weel, ye bet.\\nHe wha sleeps in a coal shed.\\nBlack he sure will be;\\nAn he wha roosts with a lousy hen.\\nOf lice he isna free.\\nFraud stole fair Flora s flower seeds,\\nAnd sent them, God knows where;\\nI ll plant in place, Truth s thought seeds,\\nAnd culture them with care.\\nFraud arm-in-arm with Greed s black thief,\\nTheir noses they rub thegither;\\nOn P; n sweetly smile,\\nLead some wife s laird with tether.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 215\\nDanie Hyde has changed positions,\\nThings are not what they seem;\\nThe vision that was dear to her,\\nIs now an idle dream.\\nThe thing she thought, Dame Virtue s wean,\\nIs noo auld Nick s bad child;\\nShe s dashed it to the grun, ye Gudcs!\\nWith Frenzy she rins wild.\\nConcentration starred the play,\\nBut all things went aglej^;\\nThe power o mind was na sae grit,\\nAs she oft hoped twad be.\\nImagination with satellites,\\nThought the game to turn;\\nThought s combination lost the cue,\\nA lesson sad, they learn.\\nDame Stearns a hirplin lang the wa\\\\%\\nAn axe she has to grind;\\nShe s croonin the Lobby member\\nThe talk she disna mind.\\nPolicy, is dame Stearns God,\\nExample is nocht, nae nae;\\nThat axe, that axe, she s boun tae grind,\\nSae, get ye oot her way.\\nWhate er you represent, dear frien s.\\nThat is what ye are;\\nYour frien s an your associates.\\nYou re under the same star.\\nLike attracts like, tis true,\\nSome say all things are good;\\nBut, in a general way frien s.\\nIt s nae sae understood.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "216 PEN PICTURES.\\nFree Love s procession leads the way,\\nI m in the ring ye ken;\\nNae wall-flower am I, nae,\\nI train with the hie oop men.\\nI ve loaded weel the dice, yea,\\nMy stock is in the pool;\\nWith my big bamboo fan ye ken,\\nI keep the hizzies cool.\\nRespectability looks on.\\nGold is the power; the god;\\nMicht is the Christ, with ruhng hand.\\nHe spurs j c with his rod.\\nA few well drilled, track in the wake.\\nTo brush the bugs and flies;\\nMorality blushes now and then,\\nWhile Decenc3^ grows wise.\\nWe have the masses and the classes,\\nRicht here in Lily Dale;\\nThe special privileges to some,\\nTruth tells a sorry tale.\\nIf you have gold, reign like a king.\\nDefiance j our shield and guide;\\nThen P n, your hand-maid fair,\\nWill wait to be your bride.\\nP^rae the itlier side, the mither s plead\\nOur bairns save frae Corruption;\\nThe Lyceum, we loved so wcel.\\nRemove the wraith. Destruction.\\nOur Marion nursed well that school,\\nVirtue s mother mild was she;\\nShe d drag Pollution s cess-pool.\\nKeep the bairnies clean and free.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 217\\nThere is a law, Suggestion,\\nThat impregnates ilka mind;\\nThe psychic catches thought in air,\\nThe children are na blind.\\nYe are responsible, O men!\\nFor Immortality s atmosphere;\\nThe children breathe it, sniff it.\\nDamned are these weans I fear.\\nThis is nae masquerade, nae, nae,\\nClean-faced, bare-han I gie the blaw;\\nI m on the top shelf in the game.\\nMy plans 3^e winna overthrow.\\nThis is the time the dames are lame,\\nThe^ canna twist me like a string;\\nYe wear the gag as weel as they,\\nTo time, Rab Burns thej^ canna bring.\\nGod s mills grind slow but vera sure,\\nPoor Merritt was a figure-head;\\nBut a new figure ye ll sune cut.\\nWhen one s laid low amang the dead.\\nElectrocution s in the game,\\nWe re fixin now^ dame Fate s death chair;\\nLe change de affairs, we ve waited lang.\\nAn watched Free Love with cunning snare.\\nBut lang s the raid that has nae turn,\\nA rotten throne will fall;\\nIf in the flame your fingers burn.\\nJust bear it, dinna squall.\\nWhan man has lost his usefulness,\\nAnd s in Progression s way;\\nWhan man checkmates Justice, Right,\\nAnd Selfishness holds swaj\\nThat is the time we call a halt.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "218 PEN PICTURES.\\nAnd sued the thread of Life;\\nWe tak him o er on this side,\\nOut of the way of Strife.\\nI call things by their right name,\\nNae shoddy aristocracy;\\nOf Scotch descent a plengman,\\nI scorn Plutocracy.\\nCats, tykes an weans, the powny, kye.\\nThe braying Jackass, all;\\nGod made the rattans an the doo,\\nHis menasfcrie isna small.\\nThere s a keek aboot the tax law.\\nAn the Lobby members sa\\\\^:\\nWhoever keeps an animal,\\nJust loot that keeper pay.\\nSae I will gie a hint, ye lairds,\\nPat your pet monkeys in;\\nList them with Sir Thomas Cat,\\nJustice a point will win.\\nThe guid folk winna read my Scotch,\\nThat s what I hear some say;\\nI think they will, what think you?\\nThey ll read it nicht an day.\\nIt s like auld wine that sparkles.\\nWith my sjitires, drunk they ll get;\\nA glove-fit coat I ve gien to some,\\nWell penned my sketch, ye bet.\\nIn aulden time our mistresses,\\nWere not the central figure;\\nWe did na give the preference,\\nAn mak them ten times bigger\\nThan wife and daughter, sister, friend", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "J PEN PICTURES. 219\\nA throne we did not give;\\nA furnished hoose, lang travels,\\nIn style the\\\\ ciidna liv^e.\\nBut noo the times are different.\\nThe quean s the best of all;\\nHer privileges are grit ye gudes!\\nAn her demands nae small.\\nThe quean she queens it, like a queen;\\nThe laird nid-nods her way;\\nShe boasts the power she holds o er him,\\nHer bills he has to pay.\\nI wadna swap my pen, nae! nae!\\nFor all the stoek Hyde owns;\\nI rhyme an laugh an laugh an rhyme.\\nWhile Dame Hyde greets an groans.\\nI m oot o all the gangs an cliques,\\nAs birds in air I m free.\\nHow do you like the seasoning.\\nOf my Scotch pot-pourri.\\nI gae skj^rin roun with the potentates.\\nWith frankness and candor I say;\\nWhan they gae cuddling their bonnie queans,\\nI m often in the way.\\nA Secretary, a sweet-heart,\\nHer laird I hypnotize.\\nYe gudes! ye bet your last plack,\\nI gie them a surprise.\\nI m in the swim, I m in the swim.\\nMediums these lairds are;\\nAn in the play amang the queans.\\nThe climax I will star.\\nI hypnotize, losli! they are mine,\\nRob Burns the qtteans will get;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "220 PEN PICTURES.\\nNae matter whether one or three,\\nTrowth! I m there ve bet.\\nIt ma}^ be doiiii in Washington,\\nOr here at the A n\\nI ve gat the passwords an the grips,\\nI affinitize relation.\\nI m in it all the same, I am;\\nThe coofs are tools for me;\\nIn time I ll ring the curtain down.\\nThen, ring a Jubilee.\\nApril 30, 1900.\\nTO FRANK L. STANTON.\\nE larn his li l lesson\\nHe knows de golden rule;\\nBless God, he spellin baker\\nDes lak he bo n in school I\\nEn w en dat alphabet he see,\\nFo you kin tu n eroun\\nHe roll it off from A ter Z,\\nDen say it upside down!\\nYou ever see sich chillum?\\nDey gone froin we control!\\nWrop up his lunch dar Georgy\\nLawd bless his liT soul!\\nFrank L. Stanton.\\nYe liae entered the inner circle, frien\\nThe guid folk read a ye say;\\nYe ve gat the key to the mystic hall,\\nYe re a vStar, i the Poet s p\\\\a.j.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 221\\nYe ve gien the warl your liT sang,\\nI ve gat one ronn somewharc;\\nI ll sen mine oot to the warl, noo,\\nAn the honors wi je share.\\nNov. 9, 1899.\\nTHE WENCH S COMPLAINT.\\nWAS bo n dc same as white folks.\\nIn de good old fashioned way;\\nBut I ze not ing but a niggah,\\nSo I hear de peoples say.\\nA niggah! ah! what be he?\\nPie be nnffin, nufBn tall!\\nIt must be the sin of Eva,\\nHu t de niggah wust of all.\\nI ofttimes look in de mirrah,\\nAn dar I see de brackest face;\\nAn de white folks tink dc cnllah,\\nBe a lastin disgrace.\\nDe cuUah mak de niggah lowly.\\nWe be nmble in this wuld;\\nWid our faces brack as spades,\\nAn our hair so closely curled.\\nIt be nuf to dribe us mad,\\nAn dis child s heart git sac sad;\\nAnd I hate old muddah Eve,\\nShe did some tings sae bad.\\nDe lawd shuah got tings muddled\\nWhen he made that nasty snake;\\nI wondah if the story s true,\\nOr, if tis a holy fake.\\nDe mirrah tells de story,\\nOb de cullah ob dis^ chil", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "222 PEN PICTURES.\\nAnd de fact dat I be brack,\\nDo niak my temper rile.\\nFoil de white folks pass me bj^\\nAs tlio I was a monkey or babboon,\\nAnd der wards do haunt my soul,\\nAh! dey tink 1 am a coon.\\nMy lians be brack and shiuA^\\nLike de coal dats in de bin;\\nAnd my hair it be so curly,\\nBut ize shuali it be no sin.\\nDe Lawd he mak a niggah,\\nI wondah if he knowd what he was bout?\\nWhen he was sperimentin wid his d3^e stuffs.\\nHe bettah left de niggah out.\\nDe Lawd he am a chemist,\\nSperimentin all de time;\\nWid his cullahs and his d\\\\ e stuffs.\\nAnd de tings dat s in dat line.\\nOh! wdien he made a niggah,\\nI tink it a mistake;\\nHe shud tinked out a blcachin jn ocess.\\nJust foil de niggah s sake..\\nI spects de Lawd and muddah Eve,\\nDid some tricks so very bad;\\nAnd one was when dey made me brack,\\nOh! it mak dis child so mad.\\nAnd I swar I ll hab revenge,\\nI ll tink it all out in de night;\\nAnd no mattah what dis niggah do,\\nI ll tink it be all right.\\nTho I be black as ace of spades.\\nMy senses be all right;\\nI bab de pow^ah of intdkct,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "PKN PICTURES. 223\\nDe same as any white.\\nMy soul am clean of eloery sin,\\nMy tensions am de best;\\nAnd in de resurrection,\\nI ll slide in with all the rest.\\nNow I ze thought the mattali over,\\nAnd I ll beat de Lawd some way;\\nMy chilren shall be whiter.\\nMuch whiter in de future day.\\nI ve praj^ed de Lawd to bless us.\\nHe cud do it if he will;\\nBut de Lawd he am so mulish,\\nHe sit on his throne so still.\\nTo our prayers he pay no tention,\\nPrayers mount to ntiffin nuffin tall;\\nDe LawTl he never listen\\nNeber listen to my call.\\nSo I tink de mattah over,\\nAnd I ll do just as I please;\\nI ll mix de plans ob de Creator,\\nAj^e! de good Lawd I will tease.\\nI ll just suade all de niggahs.\\nTo mak de wdiite wenches dere wives;\\nAnd I ll tell de brack wenches.\\nTo sacrifice der lives.\\nDen far out in de future,\\nThro Evolution s plans;\\nWe ll beat de Lawd in de cullah,\\nOb our daughters and our sons.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "224 PEN PICTURES.\\nTO ANTONELLI.\\nADDIE, a ward o kin advice,\\nTo 3^e I d gie;\\nThat paintin wark pat far awa\\nOr, ye will see.\\nTrouble an disgrace I fear,\\nCum after ye.\\nSae mony psj chics hae the itch\\nTo paint to paint;\\nAn what they gie the warl, wad mak\\nAn artist faint.\\nPciintin Phenomenon has cornered weel,\\nThat s what we see;\\nSae mon_v daub the slates, grit Gude!\\nAuld Nick wad flee.\\nThey ca it spirit wark, an that,\\nAn that, an that;\\nAhint the doors, wecl locked we gac.\\nAs sice s a rat.\\nWe watch them wecl, their names we tak\\nWe ll see them later;\\nAn whan we ring them, down, tlic^- ll say,\\nWhat is the matter?\\nNaething o paint ken we, nae! nae!\\nNae artist we.\\nThis, they say with lang smooth face, losh!\\nSpirits can see.\\nNae far oot fricn s tliey ll fin new fields.\\nThose wha gac \\\\vrang;\\nThase slcc, slick frauds, in time, will rot\\nWitii Fraud s gangrene.\\nS:ie, laddie pat your paint awa\\nYour business niin\\nYour gifts are wondrous fair.\\nStick to your kin\\nK. B.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 225\\nTHE MONEY BAG LORD.\\nRich man sat in his palace grand,\\n(k Leisurely smoking a hne cigar;\\nSaid he: I m rich in bonds, Fm rich in land,\\nPovert\\\\^ will never my happiness mar.\\nHe was haughty and proud, cold and stern;\\nAustere in manner, his servants did learn,\\nThat his temper was hot, that his words did burn,\\nBut a money-lDag lord was he, was he,\\nA monej -bag lord was he.\\nHis parlors were grand, room^^ and airj^\\nTrimmed, I ween, by the hand of a fairy;\\nBric-a-brac w^ork, and vases so fine.\\nAnd ever3 thing else that comes in that line.\\nCarpets of plush, oriental rugs.\\nCovered with flowers, bees and bugs\\nOutvieing nature in color and beaut3\\nSureh someone had done their dutj-;\\nIn trying to i)lease this mone3 -bag lord,\\nThis haughty monej^-bag lord.\\nCovered the walls, with paintings rare\\nGrand old paintings from ever\\\\^where;\\nThousands, yea, millions of dollars the^- cost,\\nTo someone twas gain, and he, nothing lost.\\nMillions in bonds he has stacked awaj-,\\nStrange it may seem that I should sa}\\nGovernment bonds are a fraud and a curse\\nWhat could the government h.nve done worse?", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "226 PEN PICTURES\\nBut it suited the money-bag lords,\\nVerily, it suited the money-bag lords.\\nThe money-bag lord he dines at three\\nI wish all men in the land eould see\\nThe china and silver that deek his table;\\nIt s all very well for the rieh man is able\\nTo live on rich soups and dainties rare,\\nFish and wild game prepared with care;\\nThe pastries, the jellies, fruit and old wine,\\nChampagne, Bourbon, Gin, the best in that line;\\nAll for the money-bag lord.\\nThe arrogant mone3 -bag lord.\\nThe money-bag lord counts his bonds by the score,\\nHis houses so grand, say fifty or more;\\nHe owns a whole street, he views them with pride,\\nWhile out in his coupe for a morning ride.\\nSix white horses with trappings fine.\\nGolden buckles and silken line;\\nA liveried coachman and footman as well.\\nSlaves oft times to a money-bag swell;\\nWho from over-feed is dying with gout-\\nHe spurns the beggar and calls him a lout.\\nGovernment bonds are free from tax\\nFor the money lord tis slick as wax;\\nHe rubs his fat hands, and smiles in glee.\\nAnd wonders if 3^et Uncle Sam can see.\\nThe gold-ring trap (it the masses will break;)\\nFrom the hynotic sleep will he ever wake?\\nThe poor man is taxed on his shanty and barn\\nOn all of his money, his ten acre farm;\\nWhile the man with the bonds goes free, goes free.\\nThe money-bag lord goes free.\\nMillionaires were few a century ago.\\nNow a man without a million or sq\\nIs considered exceedingly slow.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 221\\nIn fact, he s quite out of the swim, you know.\\nMillionaires are the fashion as plent\\\\^ as illes;\\nTis not by their brains, but by money they rise.\\nMonopoly snares are everj vvhere set.\\nThe honest poor man falls into their net;\\nBut povert3^ s victims are looking about,\\nGold monopolies Equity will route.\\nThe wage-worker s cry is heard far and near,\\nAnd monopoly kings begin to fear\\nAnother Lincoln wUl appear on the scene,\\nAnd disturb the bond-holder s dream, I ween.\\nEmancipation will come once more.\\nDame P^uture has many good things in store.\\nAgitation the government waters will roil.\\nWith wrong and injustice they foam and boil;\\nBut from out the storm a new ship w^ill rise,\\nThe captain and sailors will be men that are wise.\\nThey ll clean up the statutes, new laws they ll make,\\nSo that mone3 -bag lords, can t advantage take;\\nThey ll look to humanity s wants and needs,\\nRun the government wdthout Gold Bug creeds.\\nGovernment chaplains! bosh! a job that s slick!\\nEight dollars a da\\\\ twad tempt auld Nick.\\nThe shams and farces, red tape and all.\\nCosts the government a sum nae small.\\nLet the House and Senate for themselves pray.\\nThese ancient customs must pass avv-a3\\nGovernment officers must live on less pny,\\nChange must come, right is paving the w^a3^\\nTiie poor men are tired of footing the bill.\\nThe poor men are slaves to Uncle Sam s w ill;\\nUncle Sam s bureaus need looking o er.\\nThere are secret drawers, a hundred or more\\nThe secret springs, keys, combination and all,\\nThere s a monster p^^thon behind the wall.\\nFold after fold around vou it coils.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "228 PEN PICTURES.\\nThe victim crushed is the man who toils;\\nMiUioiis of these, each in their turn,\\nWith sorrow and tears the lesson they learn.\\nToo man^ star-boarders Uncle Sam has to feed,\\nTo meet this demand the people he must bleed;\\nFrom the poor man s larder he steals chicken pie,\\nHe leaves the humble poor man salt pork to iry.\\nSlaves! slaves to this Nation, true, oh men!\\nWhen will you break Bondage s chain? when, oh! when?\\nWatch Uncle Sam s flunkies expensively dressed,\\nWith finest of broadcloth his lords are blessed;\\nHe fills their pockets with silver and gold,\\nWhile the poor man s last cow has to be sold.\\nUncle Sam s ladies, dress like peacocks fine,\\nWhile the poor man s wife with her children nine.\\nCounts her pennies which are very few,\\nShe seldom has enough to buy an3 thing new.\\nThe tables will turn, twill be slow but sure,\\nA little while longer these wrongs we ll endure;\\nA little w^hile longer government robbers w^e ll pay,\\nA few w^eary 3 ears, then we ll have our own way.\\nThe money-bag lords will take a back seat,\\nThe poor people then will have plenty to eat.\\nWatch the political sky, changes you see;\\nA prophesy tis, I am giving thee;\\nA cyclone is coming, list to the roar!\\nFor the G. O. P. defeat is in store.\\nVictory wdl hurrah! hurrah and laugh!\\nWhile the people s mills blow out the chaff.\\nThe golden calf must give up it s life,\\nJustice is now whetting the knife;\\nInto oblivion s sea it must go.\\nTrue is my prophcs\\\\^ as you will know.\\nA crisis is coming, a savior is here,\\nList to a Bryan who speaks without fear.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES.\\n229\\nWatch the Gokl IUi 2:s, \\\\Yho turn with a leer,\\nAs they catch the wihl shout of the men who cheer.\\nOppression! Oppression! the juggernaut of the da}\\nThe slogan will sound while you watch and pray.\\nBeware! in their gold i^ress, 3^ou, they ll squeeze!\\nHang 3 ou as traitors to the limbs of trees!\\nMc gave 3 oa the warning, noxV vote for children and\\nwives,\\nIn the name of self-preservation save your lives.\\nOn the eagle s perch a hawdc 3^ou will find,\\nGold chains are readv, the Goddess they ll hind.\\nThe masses and classes are now face to face.\\nOh! save the country from shame and disgrace!\\nStand vshoulder to shoulder and vote like men.\\nDrive the gold p^-thon back to his den.\\nNovember, justice will speak, as never before,\\nG. O. P., shrieks the raven! Never more! never\\nmore!\\nMEMORIAL TO MAJ. JOHN A. LOGAN.\\n^i^ ^^ITH flowers and flags, 3 our coffin, decked.\\nCold, dead you lie on that bier!\\nIn Memorial Hall an honored man,\\nYour home-comino- sad and drear.\\nWith Christian savagerj^ ye fought,\\nIn the name of t\\\\ rants bold;\\nShot ye were b\\\\^ a rebel? nae!\\nBv one from vour own fold.\\nHistory repeats itself, tis said,\\nThe da^ s of Socrates are here;\\nThirty Tyrants rule the land,\\nAnd their allies are everywhere.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "230 PEN PICTURES.\\nTHREE STARS.\\nOM Paul Billy Mason Agtiinaldo,\\nNae fools amang this clan;\\nMen with pluck to do and dare,\\nIlka ane s a man.\\nMoral courage they dinna lack,\\nTheir rights they dare defend!\\nGreat men are these, born for the hour.\\nFor freedom their strength they spend.\\nOom Paul stands on the highest peak.\\nOf the battlement of Truth;\\nAnd justice with her twa-edged sword,\\nProtects auld age and youth.\\nOom Paul is savior to the cause.\\nHis guns are loaded well;\\nAn gin the English dinna flee,\\nHe ll fire them into\\nAn Bilh^ Mason s wa^ch-eyc s oot.\\nHe ll turn the scarch-licht on;\\nPle U ring the curtain oojo 3 ca, Sam!\\nHis lesson yc ll hae to con.\\nAhint the scene yc ll fm the lad,\\nThe skunks for cover will flee;\\nYc ll pat nae gag on Billy nac!\\nHe s equal to the emergency-.\\nPuir Aguinaldo, met Treachery,\\nWith a face, lamb-like an meek;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 231\\nHe wasna weel acquaint ye ken,\\nWith Uncle Sam s brass and cheek.\\nThere s treasure in Aguinaldo s land,\\nSam s bosses have English greed;\\nSam and John Bull rub noses,\\nThe_v baith are English breed.\\nThe iron-shod hoof of England,\\nTracks mon}^ a foreign land;\\nWhere silver gold and diamonds are.\\nThere England takes her stand.\\nWay down in Afric s Transvaal,\\nThe fight is on, ye ken;\\nAfore the war is ended,\\nScotland will lose brave men.\\nThe diamond cit} Kimberh-\\nEngland scents weel her game;\\nThe heads of state demand command.\\nHa! England s the kintra of fame!\\nThe queen s most humble servants.\\nNow face the cannon s roar;\\nWhile sorrow watches in the hames.\\nAn the raven cries Nevermore.\\nSam s boys are aping John Bull s High\\nBreds,\\nAping the roj^al crew;\\nThe Gold Bugs, have nested cross the sea.\\nThey ve caught the English cue,\\nSam s arms have reached to foreign lands,\\nHe s caught the English itch;\\nBy association and contamination.\\nWith the peoples that are rich.\\nSullied is Uncle Sam s honor.\\nWith the trcacher\\\\ cross the sea;\\nThis administration is under a cloud,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "232 PEN PICTURES.\\nCaused hj men yea, three.\\nMcKinley Hanna Long, b^^ this triumvirate\\nThe kintra is led bj^ the nose;\\nBridled and saddled and rode,\\nIn the high seats the plutocrats pose.\\nThe win s blaw Strang frae the wast,\\nThe win s blaw Strang frae the south;\\nThere s a moan in the win s, Misfortune s chant,\\nA wail for the dj-ing ^^outh.\\nOur boys sent off to war like dogs.\\nSlaughtered like sheep in a pen;\\nAll for what? all for what?\\nThe blundering mistakes of three men.\\nA cyclone looms in the northern sky,\\nCivil war is abreast of the gale;\\nThe mistakes of those three men, 3 et,\\nWill mak this kintra wail.\\nFour years mair with the like of this,\\nAnd bluid will freely flow;\\nFor the spirit of war is contagious.\\nAnd the plutocrats must go.\\nO man! wad ye save this holocaust?\\nTurn from Ruin s road;\\nQuick! dam the tide that s flowing in.\\nAnd lift the burdensome load!\\nMad men are rushing towards Destruction s pit\\nA French Revolution, ye U see,\\nA Victor Hugo will historicize\\nThis a ])rophcsy.\\nJan. i), 11)00. Iv()in :RT IUjkNvS.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 233\\nCONTENTIOUS PEOPLE!\\nThe Canadians found a queer contention. They in-\\nsisted that the question as to whether the coast of\\nAlaska means the coast of the mainland or of islands\\nin the sea. When a contentious people want to argue\\nthe\\\\^ can alwa^ s find a way. Buffalo News.\\nONTENTIOUS people, w^eel-a-day!\\nThe Devil s argument I w^een;\\nO the tail o the business, ye caught a glimpse,\\nThe held, mon, 3^e hae na seen.\\nUncle Sam s lambs, hae been pla^^ing,\\nWi the hairs on the lion s tail;\\nHe soon will hear them bleating,\\nWi a mournful sort o a w^ail.\\nThe British lion is watching oot.\\nHe skips wi an open eye;\\nHis faith in Uncle Sam s honor.\\nHas na the strength o a fl^^\\nHe kens the greed o this nation,\\nSam s vultures want earth an sky;\\nAn the fight is on for supremacy,\\nYe ll see it a b\\\\^ and 133\\nMight is a surly fellow, ye ken.\\nHe is pompous puffed \\\\yi pride;\\nHe is a bloated monopolist,\\nHe tak s a berth that s wide.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "^34 PEN PICTURE^.\\nHis slaves are nion\\\\ in this kintra,\\nThey are taxed to pay his bills;\\nThey kneel to the royal pliitoerats,\\nAn dae whatever they will.\\nOur bonnie lads, shot doon like tykes,\\nSacrificed on a foreign soil;\\nWhile the gods of the nation sit in state,\\nWi saft han s that kenna toil.\\nHa! ha! ha! laughs Uncle Sam s gods,\\nFilipinos are na fighting Spain;\\nAguinaldo is caught in Uncle Sam s trap.\\nAnd Treacher^ smiles at the slain.\\nAll are rebels, wha bend na the knee,\\nCanada is rebelious, ye know;\\nContentious people, that s what they say.\\nBut Canadians ye ll fin are na slow.\\nIsrael Tarte Sir Wilfrid Laurier,\\nAre na daft I m vera sure.\\nThese Lairds of Wisdom, ken wecl the case,\\nThey may yet fin the cure.\\nAnd Sir Charles Tupper isna asleep.\\nHe ll nae knuckle to Uncle Sam;\\nHe sounds the slogan loud and Strang,\\nHe s an independent man.\\nFair Canada will stan her grun,\\nShe hasna reason to fear;\\nYe ll see Uncle Sam crawlin roun\\nMakin luve tae the bonnie dear.\\nThe auld British lion will swish his tail\\nAn shake his touzie mane;\\nGin ye cross his path wi your treachery Sam,\\nYe ll fin auld Terror will reign.\\nThere s English, an Scotch in his veins.\\nAn b gorry his shillalah ye ll feel;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. S35\\nPlay nane o your tricks wi Canada,\\nGin vc do, it wiiina be weel.\\nMarch 2, 1899.\\nOct. 1899.\\nSir Louis Davies, his field-glass turned,\\nFrae North to South, ye ken;\\nFrom Alaska to Africa,\\nDown niang the Boer men.\\nIn the Transvaal, where the Uitlanders,\\nAre ablaze with discontent;\\nThe trouble s been lang a brewing,\\nOn a fight, they all are bent.\\nQueen Vic is in a puzzle.\\nHer boys are in a row;\\nThere s a big fuss in her family,\\nTo the inevitable she maun bow.\\nSir Davies a half-hitch, took on Sam,\\nTo a modus vivenda agreed;\\nSac Sam will hae to wait a bit,\\nOf rest he s much in need.\\nThe warl is in a ttilzie fyke,\\nThe stars are all to blame;\\nLosh! the gods of Astrology,\\nHave pat oop the war-like game.\\nAuld Jupiter is after Mars,\\nAquarius is the ruling sign;\\nUranus is posited in the eleventh house.\\nWhere the Dcil an his imps will dine.\\nOctober 2G they say,\\nJupiter and Mars will meet;\\nAlso Saturn and Mercury,\\nThat s the time ye U greet.\\nScorpio with head erect,\\nAuthoritv will show;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "236 PEN PICTURES.\\nEngland \\\\Yill marshall ber forces,\\nThe boys to war will go.\\nGrit Gude, Sam! call a halt,\\nYe rc a pirate on the sea;\\nYe better kept your ships at hanie,\\nMuckle better, it wad be.\\nI fear ye ve gat the swell-hcid,\\nYour power ye want to show;\\nWi the Filipinos ye pyke a fuss,\\nTis a grit mistak xq knaw.\\nYe better get your sel in shape,\\nBritannia will box your lugs;\\nLosh! 3 ^e better sen Dewey back,\\nTo bring hame those fightin tugs.\\nBritannia s gat the grit man,\\nShe ll gie ye blaw for blaw;\\nAn Lady Canada the lass.\\nIs oop-to-date, ye knaw.\\nWELL BEHAVED ENGLISHMEN.\\nPRINCE Christian Victor aide-de-camp to Gen. Hyld-\\nyard was knocked down by concussion of a 100 pound\\nshell bursting on a rock b\\\\^ which he was sitting.\\nThe Prince behaved throughout with composure and\\ndignity.\\nREMARKABLE composure and dignity.\\nPermeates all English acts;\\nExcuse ni3^ weel meaning Scotch,\\nGif I relate cauld facts.\\nThe dignity of an English man\\nLosh! I ve marked their methods well;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 237\\nI rae the liaiightv bow of Royalty-,\\nTo the nod of an English swell.\\nTheir attaeks on Ooni Paul s front,\\nIs alwaj^s a gallant affair;\\nThe erawlin oop Spion Kop,\\nThe falling into that snare,\\nEnglish eomposure and dignit3^\\nAn English reality;\\nAeeording to established rules and codes,\\nThey exhibit great gallantry.\\nAly soldiers! says Queen Victoria,\\nOh, 3 es! gracefully the\\\\^ die;\\nAnd even in a wild retreat.\\nWith ilk man on a fly.\\nThe wires tick their failure,\\nThe iDoys were all gallant;\\nWhat s left will gae hanie b\\\\ -an-by,\\nA damaged, but wdse remnant.\\nMETEMPSYCHOSIS.\\nt^tj^^ID the sea-silt and the sea-sand.\\nSinuous and sinister fold on fold,\\nSliding and winding tortuously.\\nSlips the sea-snake wierd and old.\\nLonging with gleams of slumbrous fire,\\nIn her dull eyes, and fierce desire.\\nIn her slow brain, for that far time,\\nWhen rising lotus-like, from ooze and slime.\\nHer sinuous lithncss changed to subtle grace,\\nHer sibilance melted to witching speech,\\nShe shall the heights of glorious being reach,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "238 PEN PICTURES.\\nAnd lure her jDrey with woman\\\\s form and face.\\nAklo Bates.\\nMETEMPSYCHOSIS.\\nFor main^ a week a monster vile,\\nHas slept within its nest;\\nIts snakish wants were quick supplied,\\nAnd then it sought sweet rest.\\nBut now with hunger it comes forth,\\nInto the light of da}^;\\nI see the sparkle of its eye,\\nIt s looking out for preJ^\\nI see a girl of sweet sixteen.\\nWith eves of blue, and flaxen hair;\\nThe fairest of the fair, I ween\\nAnd diamonds rich and rare.\\nAa c, tis plainly to be seen.\\nShe s Nobility s bonnie queen;\\nP^ airy spirit, blithe and gay.\\nYou will meet grim fate today.\\nWith tiny basket in her hand.\\nShe comes in search of ilowcrs;\\nThe pretty groves with carpets green,\\nAre nature s own sweet bowers.\\nShe little dreams of danger near.\\nShe trills a lullaby;\\nAnd with her 1)road-brimmed hat slie runs,-\\nTo catcii a butterlly.\\nThe wily p_vthon spies the maid.\\nOn her its eyes are set;\\nShe sees but stands like one transfixed,\\nShe s in the python s net!\\nVile charmer, with your weird, strange spell,\\nY^ou came not out in vain!\\nThis pure, fair girl so beautiful,\\nBv Yoii will soon be slain,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "FEN PICTURES. 239\\nBright one fair one loved one!\\nShe s spellbound in his toils;\\nI see the python kiss her cheek,\\nAs round her form he eoils;\\nHe kisses her on brow and lips,\\nRests his head on her bosom fair;\\n1 almost hear his snakeship laugh,\\nAs he thinks of the feast so rare.\\nI wonder, and I wonder\\nIf this monster has a soul?\\nAnd if some god intends.\\nIt shall reach a higher goal?\\nIf by the law of Aletempsychosis,\\nIt will be born into a man?\\nSolve this prboblcm, scientists.\\nSolve it if vou can.\\nTO THE CRITICS.\\nSA JTREST I am that s what you say,\\nWithoot mercy, I my faes slay;\\nAften wi Scotch, my frien s I tease.\\nAn possibly nabody, can I please.\\nBut, gin I please my ain guid sel\\nThe war! at large, will sa3^ tis well.\\nEpigrams, epitaphs, sonnets an sangs,\\nOf this an that, an the puir folks wrangs;\\nPen pictures I mak to nature they re true\\nSad I will be, gin they dinna please you.\\nYe mauna be dour, but read m^^ beuk thro\\nYe ll fm monv tUinsrs that are fetchin an new.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "240 PEN riCTURES.\\nAfteii I write o Poly Ticks ways,\\n(The Deil liimsel is in it these days;)\\nI write to watiken the sauls o men,\\nM^^ thochts to Earth this waj^ I sen\\nLang 3 ears for this wark, I did plan,\\nLeuked for a psychic a ower the Ian\\nNoo critics, hae mercy, leuk weel what c say,\\nCould ye do better? gif sae, then ye may;\\nDinna tin faut wi my logic an fun,\\nLosh! gin ye do, I ll lade my Scotch gun;\\nI ll gae a huntin the scarch-licht ye ll get,\\nI ll fin your weak spots, on that 3 e can bet.\\nShades of auld Moses! wi my three-tae d leister\\nYe ll fin in the fight, that I am the maister;\\nThere was motn^ a laird,, wad gien his best\\nmeere,\\nTo coax me to write o him, things that were\\nfair.\\nThe man wi the pin, oh! smile on him sweetly!\\nGin ye dinna do that, ye ll get dune oop com-\\npletely.\\nFrien s, 1 bid ye fare weel, my compliments I sen\\nPVae heaven to Earth, to fae an to frien\\nAn remember that spirits, are here an are\\nthere.\\nThe so ca d deid, are ilka where.\\nThcw watch ye weel, ken all 3 ^e do,\\nSae, to your spirit frien s be true.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "_^^-\\nMRS. MAGGIE WAITE.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 241\\nTO MRS. H. S. LAKE.\\n^HIS Easter da3% I wandered out,\\nThe warm sunshine to catch;\\nAn roun your hoose I Hngered lang,\\nAmang that thorny snatch.\\nBushes and iDriers, stumps and all,\\nThe hoose seemed cauld and sad;\\nA ghaist-like moan w^as in the air,\\nAn naething bright or glad.\\nThat wee bit hoose perched on the hill,\\nIt tells a sorry tale;\\nThe add i the paper twa-three j-ears,\\nThat hoose on the hill for sale.\\nYe, Inspirations s child turned out,\\nA shoulder cauld ye got;\\nYour wards of wisdom, we miss them.\\nThis mony say, I wot.\\nAuld fossils tak 3 our place, yea!\\nWith brains as dry as dust;\\nAuld fossils tak j^our place, ajel\\nIn their aura we sniff must.\\nThey give auld lectures dr\\\\ and stale.\\nBrought from a vault of rust;\\nThe truth is, Lily Dale Camp,\\nIs cornered in a trust.\\nNae frien or lover maun ye hae,\\nAn Wait s oot in the cold;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "242 PEN PICTURES.\\nMonopoly owns the business,\\nAnd the hie lairds stern and bold.\\nYe manna infringe on the patent,\\nLiive is na free for all;\\nAinlj the few wlia pose in state,\\nThis royal crew is small.\\nThe man with gold and the man with nane,\\nTheir natural rights the same;\\nThe Congressman, and the plow-man,\\nThere s naething in a name.\\nGold buys the seat in Congress hoose.\\nHe holds that seat for pay;\\nThe plow-man ])oor owns brains and wit,\\nI ve naething mair to sa}\\nVERITE SANS PEUR.\\nFrom Heaven, I liring not laws for 3 ou to follow;\\nFrom Heaven, I bring a dose you cannot swallow.\\nIn Immorality s nest, I sa^^ not, 3 ou wallow;\\nNot I! oh, no!\\nIf there s no sin, no crime, no shame and no disgrace.\\nMorality and immorality are words much out of place;\\nAnd justice and injustice, arc nowhere in the case,\\nThis must be so.\\nThen, if a drink of beer 3 Our sister takes while you\\nloll with 3 our lass.\\nDon t scorch her w^ith 3 our fier3 wrath, just let it pass;\\nAnd spirits good, for both of 3 e, will chant a mass;\\nFor her and 3^ou.\\nPlease grant to all the privileges that to yourself you\\ntake;\\nPlease follow every law and rule, that for itlicr folk\\n3 e mak\\nWhat s sauce for Meg is sauce for 3^e, sac play ye not\\nthe\\nAdieu! adieu!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 243\\nAGUINALDO S ESCAPE.\\nIKE the Irishman s queer flee,\\nThe laddie, 3 e canna lind;\\nS^y Like the fairies o atilden time,\\nHe gies 3 e iill the bUnd.\\nNoo here noo there, an ilka where,\\nBut the war gaes on the same;\\nYe dinna want the laddie, nae!\\nYe re liuntin roun for fame.\\nWar is guid for the kintra,\\nPrices gae oop, e ken,\\nSae ye monkey an maneuver,\\nMin na the sufferin men.\\nWall street smiles at the war news,\\n5,000,000 the Goodyear s have made;\\nAn billions an billions the gold kings get,\\nOh! the kintra maun be saved!\\nOh! what a farce, what a damnable farce!\\nThe Peoples are led by the nose;\\nThe leaders of the war are scoundrels.\\nThe villains of the world they pose!\\nGude pity the boys, wha fell in the trap,\\nLike tykes led 00 1 to slaughter!\\nHear the mithers an lassies wail\\nSister, wife an daughter!\\nLosh! McKinley and Mark Hanna,\\nWink and blink like owls;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "244. PEN PICTURES.\\nThe Goddess Peace, scornlulh^ watching,\\nHonor wears iinrky scowls.\\nLand will go up, and hay and beans,\\nO God! what a soulless crew!\\nOur boys in blue, butchered like swine.\\nHere is a picture for you!\\nStick to your Republican masters,\\nMonarchs the3^ are in a way;\\nThis, a Tom Paine Crisis,\\nCroesus, the scepter does sway.\\nReincarnated is Nero,\\nFor blood they carena a whit;\\nDo you w^ear the Republican bridle?\\nYe ken weel the spur an tlie bit.\\nNov. 25, 1899.\\nTO ALEXANDRIA PRINCESS OF WALES.\\nPrincess Message:\\nMy heart bleeds for the poor widows and fatherless\\nwhose loved ones have met glorious deaths in lighting\\nfor their Queen and countrj^ May God help and com.-\\nfort them in this their saddest Christmas, and give\\nthem that peace that passeth understanding.\\nAlexandria, Princess of Wales.\\nDec. 12, 1899.\\nOR the fatherless and widows.\\nYour heart bleeds, Lady fair;\\nWaste na your blae bluid, Lady,\\nO your heart tak mickle care.\\nYe U need 3 our heart, fair Lady,\\nAn your heart will need its bluid,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 245\\nI or a cliilh time is cumin\\nIn the caulcl waves of a fludc.\\nYou sa3% those loved ones Lady,\\nMet glorious deaths in fighting;\\nTwas an awful disaster,\\nBut justice, her business is righting.\\nFor the Queen, they fought na, Lady!\\nThcA are slaves to political schemes!\\nTo teil one half the truth, Lady,\\nWad tak ten thousand reams.\\nFor their kintra, tlie\\\\^ arena fichtin\\nThe\\\\ are thieves on a foreign soil;\\nRobbers stealin the rights o men.\\nThe rights for which the^- toil.\\nEngland, is your kintra,\\nAll others she has stole;\\nShe has lang arms, an claw-like han s,\\nAn stealin has been her goal.\\nFor stealin a wee bit loaf of bread,\\nA man wad gae to jail;\\nBut England can steal hail kintras,\\nShe s always on the trail.\\nHer scouts are here, her scouts are there.\\nThey ll squat like a settin hen;\\nThen sen her sodgers, wi spears an guns,\\nYe ca them Honor s men.\\nGlorious deaths! glorious deaths\\nFor the Queen an her kintra!\\nOh! the horrible sham o royalty\\nOh! 3 e Blae Bluids better pray!\\nThe Queen s, a moss-grown figure-head,\\nThe warl kens weel this truth;\\nAuld men shake their grizzled heids.\\nAnd Truth, leads Wisdom s youth.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "246 PEN PICTURES.\\nMay God help an comfort them,\\nFathers husbands luvers, all slavesi\\nUnder the power of a monarchy,\\nControlled by robbers an knaves.\\nView the Queen s lang line of (relative) paupers,\\nThis the maist damnable farce;\\nIreland, Scotland, India, Egypt, Africa,\\nBy tyrant s rule is cursed.\\nMilitarism, hands hie court.\\nThe cannon is ahint the throne;\\nFreedom gagged, Libert}^ in chains,\\nDo you hear the sodgers groan?\\nYour Queen sits on a stolen throne,\\nYour Prince is the son of thieves;\\nIn silence sits the dethroned queen,\\nShe kens ye a parcel of knaves.\\nMay God give peace that passeth understanding.\\nGrit Gude! thc}^ understand!\\nThere s a cry of vengance in their groans,\\nGainst the rulers o the land.\\nScotland s braw hieland laddies,\\nTo slaughter marched off like sheep;\\nThe flesh an bluid of Scotland s sons,\\nFertilize the soil where the} sleep.\\nAll in the name of a monarch}^.\\nWhere the few control the masses;\\nMicht, wields the scepter of power.\\nAnd Distinction, honors the classes.\\nYour Colonial Secretary, Chamberlain,\\nCommands demands, like a king!\\nBut owre the heids o your gudes, Lad}^,\\nRevenge a storm will bring!\\nGatacre Methune Duller,\\nThe British generals defeated;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "PEN PlCtUR^S. 24t\\nJustice her wark has commenced, Lacl\\\\%\\nBut the victon^ is na haU completed.\\nTwa-three years ago, Lady,\\nIn a foreign kintra, England s sons,\\nBound her captives to the cannon s mouth,\\nBlew them to with her guns!\\nA lang line o tragedies, lie at your door,\\nBriitalit\\\\^ is your weapon of wars;\\nFor the wrangs auld England has dune, Lad3\\nHer face wears monj black scars.\\nA day of prayer and humiliation,\\nLet the slaves of your colonies praA\\nPray for the death of auld Monarchy,\\nThe hale warld will welcome that day.\\nA THOUGHT.\\nRAE Thought-Land cam Dame Thought one day,\\nWanchancie was that day!\\nIn her meanderings she met m3^ frien\\nStrollin lang the way.\\nFidgin Thought, conceived a thought.\\nShe planted it in his brain;\\nAn frae that thought sprang mony thoughts,\\nThey formed a weird thought train.\\nFirst, twas like gas, a filmy thought,\\nvScarce substance enough to hold;\\nAye, aye! Dame Thought nursed it weel.\\nThe Carl in is subtle an bauld;\\nInto a solid form it came,\\nIt loomed oop a thing with life;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "248 PEN PICTURES.\\nAn thought, tho it was, it breathed.\\nAn its voice was the voice of Strife.\\nI received this Thought, with Sorrow s e e,\\nTis the same auld stor\\\\ again;\\nSae sadlj^ I m misunderstood,\\nB3 women, an b3^ men.\\nThe prejudice o mony min s.\\nActing on one, an anither;\\nNoo by Dame Thought, I m scotched, I ken,\\nShe has turned frae me a brither.\\nI ll write my frien this vera day,\\nThat Thought a corpse shall be;\\nI ll do my best to slay it,\\nIt is na frien to me.\\nI ll tak its life, aye, that I will!\\nHigh mass for it I ll say;\\nA respectable funeral it shall have,\\nEre the dawnin o neist day.\\nFrien it shall be just as ye say,\\nGin cauld I am to thee;\\nI ll freeze ye oop sae solid, frien\\nF orget, ye winna, me.\\nPride is haughty, she geeks her heid,\\nI winna bow to thee;\\nI ll turn awa sae proudly.\\nMy pride frien ye will sec.\\nThe little Scotch that I possess.\\nWill flash wi gleams o fire;\\nExcelsior, shall be mj^ cr3^!\\nI ll mount a little higher.\\nMy bonnet blue, I ll wave to thed\\nYe can follow gin e will;\\nGif ye dinna pat that thought awa\\nI ll sen ye a bitter pill.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTUKEvS. 249\\nI play my cartes sac very wtcl,\\nA straight flush I do hold;\\nI stake my all upon this han\\nI ll pla3^ them square an bauld.\\nNa matter wha pla3 s anent me,\\nMagic is mine b^^ dower;\\nThrough the invisible frien s,\\nI wield a mighty- power.\\nA frien we are to frien ye ll see,\\nAn fae we are to fae;\\nWe hand nae secret frae the warl,\\nMystery s nae in th play.\\nThey wha draw the claymore,\\nWill hear the clash o steel;\\nAn the Dcil in H 1 canna resist,\\nThe hard blaws that we deal.\\nFrien I ll drink to your health gin ye will,\\nBut gin dour ye re inclined to be;\\nLike a Spartan I ll meet ye fair,\\nAVi a smile, I ll pass by ye.\\nFor 3 e my heart will never break,\\nAn gin it sud, ye ll never ken;\\nI ll smile an laugh an happy be,\\nOh! I ll be kin to ither men.\\nI am the same Consuelo,\\nA woman wi haughty pride;\\nHe wha phijs loose an fast wi me,\\nCan never ca me bride.\\nE en tho ye be a gowden Prince,\\nDiamond cut diamond twill be;\\nAnzolctta, I ll wed the Prince o Poverty,\\nBut I winna bow to 3 e.\\nYe can mak o me an angel.\\nOr a devil as 3 e will;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "250 PEN PICTURES.\\nYe can Avritc, for me Destiny s pla3%\\nThe first place I will fill.\\nGie nic the laughing drama,\\nI ll laugh tho my hear docs brak\\nOr gin 3^e will, I ll play tragic qnccn\\nA success in that I ll mak\\nYe can mak o me an angel,\\nOr a devil as yc will;\\nIn the theater o Life frien\\nGrandly m\\\\^ place I ll fill.\\nAye! I ll honor m^^ position,\\nThe warld will list 3 e ll see;\\nI haud the magic key to sauls,\\nRich gifts are gi en to me.\\nNov. 1888.\\nTO THE HON. JOSEPH ISRAEL TARTE.\\nThe country has already spent nearly $2,000,000\\nto send two contingents to Africa. These figures show\\nwdiat war is and what will be our responsibilty.\\n**If we are to take part in all conflicts of Europe,\\ninstead of develojoing our resources and improving our\\ncoflntry w^c will spend our monej- in armaments for\\nw^ars in which Canada has no direct interest.\\nTarte, Minister of Public Works, Canada.\\nLESSIN S on j^our pow man,\\nThe slogan ye daur gie;\\nYe are nae cowrin coward.\\nThat, a men can see.\\nA cat s paw for auld England\\nYour pride s too hie for that;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 251\\nYour opinions man, I like tlicm wecl,\\nYe vc gat them doon noo, pat.\\nThat s what I ca a tartc mcsFagc,\\nA digester ma}- it be;\\nIts meanin sure, there s nae mistak\\nWi oot glasses the^- can see.\\nThe Ro^^alt}^ will stare and wonder,\\nOh! that independent weanf\\nWe ve loot them hae too lang a rape,\\nThat is plainh^ seen.\\nCanada is noo of age,\\nShe ll care wecl for hersel\\nShe canna spare her bonnie lads.\\nWar is the Deil s ain hell.\\nThe glides o war wdia sit in state\\nAn sleip on beds o down;\\nTheir slaves O Gude! what do w-e see?\\nIn the name of kintra slain.\\nWhan such men as Joe Chamberlain,\\nCreate a hellish strife;\\nAn such men as McKinlev,\\nSacrifice human life.\\nThen is the time that men like 3 e,\\nMaun Stan for honesty;\\nThat is the time that men like ye.\\nMaun represent decencv.\\nThe Ian is full o conspirators,\\nWha plot with sneak-thieves bold;\\nThe Ian is full of gold-mongers.\\nThe lives of men are sold;\\nSold in the mart like sheep an kye,\\nSad, 3 ea, sad but true;\\nHumanit3 asks protection.\\nLiberty kneels to 3-0 u.\\nFeb. 12, 1900.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "252 PEN PICTURES.\\n4\\nTO JOSEPFl RODES BUCPIANAN.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2N niy hame noo rests your Lady,\\nSae happy an content;\\nShe wonners hoo it cam aboot,\\nI tauld her she was sent.\\nThe ways o folk are strange enongh,\\nThe lead hi they canna see;\\nThe plannin o the invisibles,\\nArc vera weel kend b}^ 3^c.\\nA spiritist, an a sensitive,\\nMan, I see you are;\\nOot i the misty future,\\nYe ll be a shinin star.\\nDoun the raid o Auld King Time,\\nYour warks will be carried by Fame;\\nIn the centuries tae come, man,\\nTruth will chant your name.\\nWisdom s bairn yc arc, man,\\nYe re a power on Truth s throne;\\nYe mak Dame Superstition wince\\nAuld Orthodox will groan.\\nYe fear nae fae, nae yc, man,\\nYe are the frien o Truth;\\nThe priest an Pape ye d set aside.\\nAn save frac them the vouth.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "FEN PICTURES. 253\\nYe bear the torch o Liberty,\\nMoiiy will see the lieht;\\nAll turn frae the sliddery raid o Wrang,\\nThey ll seek the raid o Kieht.\\nMan is a slave tae man s law,\\nFreedom ye d gie tae all;\\nYe d mak the new-born man sae true,\\nThat Law wad never call.\\nShelley an Rob will ring the changes.\\nWe are nae deid but lee;\\nWe re gaun tae hand the fort, man.\\nEre lang the buke ye ll see.\\nThe same auld style o sayin things,\\nI write wd a pen o fire;\\nI hand the same eat o nine tail,\\nNeath my lash, wrang will transpire.\\nYe ve nae sae vera lang to stay.\\nYour wark winna be done;\\nThe finishin I see, man,\\nMaun be left to anither one.\\nTransition s morn is dawnin\\nHeaven s sunlight 3^ou will see;\\nProgression s choir will greet you,\\nWith Yictor\\\\^ s Jubilee.\\nOctober 1895.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "254 PEN PICTURES.\\nLINES IN A LETTER TO MRS. ELIZABETH\\nBUCPIANAN, WIFE OF\\nPROF. JOSEPH RODES BUCHANAN.\\nMAUN tell ye o those folk, Lady,\\nWecl fricn I they gat thegither;\\nAe hoosic, ane ingle-lowe, alake!\\nYe ken it s stormy weather.\\nHypnotism, Infatuation, CrecUilit}^\\nThen Inve as some folk dae,\\nThey ll never stap for a bed o down.\\nThey ll cudille in pease-strae.\\nThe warl is fu o donsie fides,\\nContent they eaniia be;\\nIluntin ronn for happiness.\\nTo the vera da^^ they dee.\\nAn gin thei^ get the thing they want,\\nTapsalteerie twill turn somehow;\\nAn Disappointment mak s them greet,\\nDaviel^ b^^ the ingle-lowe.\\nGreetin greetin greet in hech!\\nI d rather sleep in my eot;\\nAn wake wi the loverock i tli morn,\\nTvvad be better for a I wot.\\nLuvers I hae nane, nane!\\nLike the wee braw birds I m free;\\nContent wi my lane eondition,\\nI canna wi Cupid agree.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURHS. 255\\nMy gowd an siller, I can spend,\\nWi na man, will I divide;\\nI d rather gie it tae the weans,\\nIn them, I tak meikle pride.\\nLeak at the queans a huntin roiin\\nSearehin for a man;\\nLosh! they soon tire, an pray to Gude,\\nTo tak him quick s he can.\\nI ll never forget the day that we,\\nCooked our broo thegither;\\nAn crooned o er the ingle-lowe,\\nOr list to some earlin s blether.\\nAn hoo ye sheuk the maskin -pat,\\nWhan fricn s were here to tea;\\nI aften laugh, whan I think o t,\\nI m sure tis sae wi ^-e.\\nThe maskin-pat was passed aroun\\nFrae Marshall to Aunt Marie;\\nAn the fortune that we gat that nicht,\\nThe Deil wad smile to see.\\nI wonner, an I wonner,\\nGif that fortune w411 cum true;\\nSud that fortune materialize,\\nA braw^ goun I ll sen you.\\nr^eb. 8, 1896.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "256 PEN PICTURES.\\nTO DR. RICHARD HODGSON, L. L. D.\\nOF THE\\nAMERICAN PSYCHICAL RESEARCH SOCIETY.\\nAAI my Lady s guard an guide,\\nHer gifts 3^e ll find are rare;\\nShe is ayont the price o gowd;\\nI gie the best of care.\\nShe is a model psj chic\\nIs na afore the warl;\\nShe fears the jealous jads an tykes.\\nTheir snash at her micht birl.\\nTwal months my Lady has refused,\\nTo write that letter for me;\\nI d get m^^sel in a tulzie fyke,\\nThe point she cudna see.\\nBut Patience is my guiding star,\\nI ve jogged her min sae aften;\\nWi Luve s kin ward an gentle pat,\\nI ve tried her heart to saften.\\nDing down the nest an the rooks will flee,\\nTykes will fley fashous swine;\\nI am ane o The Twa Dogs,\\nThere is nae time to tine.\\nDo well an dread nae shame,\\nFool s haste isna speed, ye ken;\\nHonesty is the best policy,\\nDo richt an fear na men,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "WILLARD J. HULL.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 25\\ni\\nTO WILLARD J. HULL.\\n.1v HY do Spiritualists talk of God,\\nI J And call that God a He?\\nIpli It is the talk of coofs, I m svire,\\nWith them I canna gree.\\nI ve scouted rouii for mony a j^ear,\\nAn God I canna find;\\nTo hide himsel frae me, weel!\\nI think it isna kind.\\nI m vera guid upon the scent,\\nA scout in life, was I;\\nNoo, Willard Hull, 1 tell ye true,\\nThat stor\\\\^ is a lie.\\nYc gie the truth, the hail, braid truth,\\nB\\\\ Hull the truth is gien;\\nThe Light of Truth shines brightly.\\nPlainly Truth s light is seen.\\nY e furl Truth s banner to the breeze.\\nIt never falls half mast;\\nNae! on the highest point of staff.\\nTruth s flag waves in the blast.\\nYe stand erect and face the foe,\\nAdmiral, in Truth s war;\\nLead on! your goal is victory!\\nThe Hull play ye will star.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "258 PEN PICTURES.\\nBRAVE BILL ANTHONY.\\nThe Maine s sergeant of marines, who took his own\\nlife in Central Park and was saved from the morgue\\nand Potter s Field by the intervention of the Editor\\nof the Philadelphia Times.\\nWAS past the midnight hour,\\nThree men consulting sat;\\nMcKinley Hanna Long,\\nA private political chat.\\nWe ll send the Maine tomorrow,\\nTomorrow the Maine shall go;\\nThe beautiful Maine faced Destiny,\\nLike a hero, met death s blow.\\nFeb. 15, 1898. In Havana harbor,\\nBlown up the battleship Maine;\\nSir, I have the honor to report, that the ship\\nhas been blown up and is sinking,\\nWith the coolness of Mark Twain,\\nBrave Bill told Captain Sigsbee,\\nOf the horrible disaster;\\nDanger did not daunt him,\\nCommander of self the master.\\nFathers husbands brothers sons.\\nMurdered in the name of War;\\nO 3^e dead servants of Slavery!\\nThis, Honor s name docs mar.\\nThe dead boys wrapped in the Stars and Stripes,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 259\\n(A newspaper honor ye ken;)\\nTis sneh an honor in old Glor\\\\^ to He!\\n(So sa^^ Republiean men.)\\nO niithers! weep nae for A our laddies!\\nThe President opened Death s door;\\nO wives! weep not for your husbands!\\nA pension for you is in store.\\nO lassies! weep nae for your luvers!\\nTlie\\\\ sleip in auld Glory s embrace!\\nTo die for their kintra their master\\nIthers will tak their place.\\nNow Brave Bill Anthony is dead and cold,\\nThe Hero of the Maine\\nA pauper s hospital the morgue the Pau-\\nper s held,\\nFor the Hero of the Maine\\nThe Hero was forgotten,\\nThe glor^^, as dead as he;\\nNo stars or stripes were offered.\\nAn object lesson v^^e see.\\nThe political rulers make tools of men,\\nThe\\\\ are dummies for their use;\\nLike Jackasses, are led the masses,\\nTlicA carry the flag of truce.\\nAnd blear-e\\\\ ed fathers and mothers.\\nTread in auld Polly Ticks mill;\\nTo the sphinx of War, sacrifice their lads,\\nSad the fate of poor Brave Bill.\\nThanks to the editor of the Times,\\nHonor touched your brain;\\nAnd the telegram flew o er the wires,\\nYou forgotna Brave Bill, of the Maine,\\nNew York with her gold-plate aristocracj^,\\nNid-nods to the God of War;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "260 PEN PICTURES.\\nBut to remember Brave Bill Anthony,\\nShe cudna get that far.\\nDec. 1, 1899.\\nLIEUTENANT JOHN WOODBURN OSBORNE,\\nTORONTO CANADA.\\nA graduate of the Royal Military College, Kingston,\\nAge 27, Sacrificed at Spion Kop.\\nLADDIE o the Scotch rifles,\\n(That s what the papers sa}^;)\\nSacrificed to the gods o war,\\nAn unjust, hellish fra}\\nFathers, husbands, brothers, sons,\\nWounded, dying, dead;\\nGreed holds the scepter of the throne.\\nLead on, Chamberlain, lead!\\nThe old Queen with her retinue,\\nOf paupers, a thousand or more;\\nFeeding, feeding, from the public crib.\\nBeggars at the royal door.\\nThese on velvet cushions sit,\\nI or these the boys are fighting;\\nBut the judge and jury of justice,\\nThe royal crew are indicting.\\nThe braw lads with duddics puir,\\nLike beasts sent out to fight;\\nAn the cultured lads with brain an brawn,\\nSacrificed to Greed an Might,\\nO the awful, awful farce!\\nFighting for glory and Queen!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "Pm PICTURES. 26l\\nSuch hollow mockery, O God!\\nIs seldom seldom seen.\\nTime brings changes, strange changes,\\nEngland s blue blood is black;\\nThe monarchial sham will end some day,\\nTwill vmjoint on the anld-timc rack.\\nGod s mills grind slow but sure, tis said.\\nThey are grinding ver^^ fine;\\nAnd the husks the^^ hae gien to others,\\nOn such, tliev vet .iiav dine.\\nJan. 25, 1900.\\nWHAT I HEARD.\\nI.\\nt^OLD blows the wind! fierce the storm without!\\nThe large white, feathery, flakes fall thick an fast.\\nWho s on the raging sea to-night?\\nI hear the creak of the swaj ing mast!\\nHigh roll the billows! the waves are mad!\\nThe trough of the sea is hard to find;\\nThe cabin is filled with dance and song,\\nThey see not the sailors groping storm blind.\\nIL\\nOn with the dance! on with the dance!\\nLet s be merr^^ and dance while we may!\\nLet not the chimes of the viol cease,\\nWhat matters it, whether we dance or pray.\\nOne more waltz, we ll keep time to the wind,\\nOur souls will be fired by the spirit of the gale;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "262 PEN PICTURES\\nBlow on! blow on! till the storm god is blind!\\nThere s music in the wind an the hail!\\nIII.\\nI ll shake the dice for a winner s throw,\\nIn mj^ kick I ll forget the stormy weather;\\nIf I win, the pot is mine, ye well know, ye well know,\\nWe ll spend it all for wine and drink together.\\nIV.\\nSonsie lads be gay, dance away, dance away.\\nLife, is a weary mixtie-maxtie widdle;\\nAuld I am an lame, auld I am an gray,\\nNae mair can I keep time to the fiddle.\\nOh! I lo ed the lassies weel, lo ed the lassies weel,\\nBut noo I m auld an held an gray s my hair;\\nI was a sonsie chiel a braw sonsie chiel\\nBut noo mj^ face is marked with lines of care.\\nV.\\nOh! this is a fearful fearful night!\\nMy soul is filled with dread and fright!\\nI have millions left behind.\\nThose who get it, will not mind,\\nTho I m fed to sharks to-night.\\nThey will say that it s all right.\\nI shiver at the thought of Death, so near!\\nMa^ heirs will never shed a tear.\\nVI.\\nI am queen in foreign land, A ca,\\nMighty power have I;\\nArmies navies at mj^ command\\nHere, powerless I die.\\nThe storm-god leers like some mad thing,\\nAnd screams with the whistling wind;\\nThe imps of hell hold high carnival.\\nOur prayers they do not mind.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "PKN PICTURES. 263\\nThis creaking ship a toy on the waves,\\nTossing about like a ball;\\nThe all-powerful the mighty, how weak!\\nThe great and wise, how small!\\nWhen I m laid low, in the deep,\\nIn Ocean s cradle rocked to sleep\\nKissed by Ocean s cruel waves,\\nWho will rule my slaves?\\nWill my vassels mourn for me?\\nWould to God that I might see!\\nVII.\\nCome my darling, let us pray,\\nGod sees all, hears all I say;\\nGod can save us if he will!\\nHark! the winds, how wild an shrill!\\nSee the lightnings fearful flash!\\nHear the thunder s awful crash!\\nOh! the God who rules can saj^\\nPeace be still, let us pray!\\nVIII.\\nCaptain, tell us of the night!\\nI am faint, with dread and fright!\\nMust we die? Oh! must we die?\\nGod forbid! that such as I,\\nIn a bed of water lie!\\n1 have diamonds, I have gold!\\nAll my treasures shall be sold!\\nAll I have, I ll give to thee.\\nIf on land, you ll set me free!\\nIX.\\nHark! tis the captain, he blows one shrill blast!\\nCut away, cut away, down with the mast!\\nNeptune s on a spree, the furies dance in glee!\\nA thousand devils, revel in the waves of the sea!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "264 PEN PICTURES.\\nRing the danger bell! fire the minute gun!\\nGude will reap a hairst ere the niornin\\nOcean s mouth is wide! Death will claim a bride,\\nEre the rising sun, there ll be maurnin\\nX.\\nJust a moment, Captain Porter, I am parson Brown,\\nYou can save us Captain, if j^ou will!\\nThere s an infidel, Captain, in the cabin.\\nThrow him over! God will say, peace, be still!\\nXI.\\nI m an infidel, parson, an n^y crew are all the same,\\nAn my wife an son an daughter are on board;\\nHech! the infidel Bob is a man o warld wide fame,\\nI wad save them frae a watery graft an shroud.\\nGin a Jonah s on the brig, we ll gae doun, parson\\nBrown!\\nI will shak the dice tae see, gin it be ye;\\nGod forbid! God forbid! let us pray, captain, pray!\\nI ll run the risk of being saved by God s decree.\\nXII.\\nMorning dawned with brightest sun,\\nGlintin on the shattered mast;\\nThe jolly tars sang songs with Mirth and Glee,\\nAnd the parson thanked his God\\nAs he broke the morning fast.\\nThat he was not at the bottom of the sea.\\nSaid the Captain to the parson,\\n*Weel-a-day! weel-a-day!\\nWe are richt side oop wi care, parson Brown,\\nAn I fin that Bob played poker,\\nBob, ye ken s a jolly joker.\\nHe can smile at Death, while ye, parson, frown.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 261\\nNoo, I am gatin tae telt ye parson,\\nI tclt ye what 3 C dac,\\nO ye re tliocht ye better tak, imicklc care;\\nI wadna pyke a fnss,\\nOr get in a lialy muss,\\nBat your thochts, parson, wa^na vera fair.\\nSae, I maun telt 3 e parson,\\nI telt ye what it is;\\nGin e sud strike my brig some ither day,\\nSpeik unkindly nae o Bo?),\\nYe ll fin it a sorry job,\\nI ll gie 3-e, just ten minutes to pray.\\nI ll sae twas Gude s decree,\\nI will cast ye in the sea,\\nAn I ll play that ye re the Jonah of Auld Time;\\nThen for Heaven ^^e ll set sail,\\nI will whistle for a wdiale,\\nAn we ll loot the poets tell it a in rhyme.\\nTO GLADYS.\\nHE path of glorj ever since,\\nTime first began was rock}-;\\nThe public first salutes a prince.\\nAnd then salutes a jock5\\\\\\nAn sae the busy warl wags on,\\nNid-noddin lang the way;\\nSmilin frownin keekin hech!\\nOh! we care na what thcv dae.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "266 PEN PICTURES.\\nOne, possessed of the Evil eye,\\nAnither an angel born;\\nOne possessed of beauty health,\\nAnither, sad, forlorn.\\nOne is judged by what you see,\\nThe intention isna known;\\nYears pass, and time reveals,\\nA scene that wasna shown.\\nSac, be it jocky, or be it prince.\\nOr be it this or that;\\nThe raid to Fame is rock}^,\\nYe ll fin it afore ye quat.\\nTO A. M. BARNUM.\\nH! the wee bonnie bairns!\\nBe sae carefu o their niiu s.\\nAs the wee bit twig is bent,\\nSae the tree inclines.\\nThe principles o truth.\\nAn the principles o right;\\nIt winna do to tamper with.\\nDuty we mauna slight.\\nOh! the wee bonnie bairns!\\nOn their teachers they depend;\\nOh! the errors some do mak\\nAre often hard to mend.\\nLike a wee bud in spring time,\\nThat drinks the April shower;\\nAn comes forth with the sunshine,\\nA rose, through Nature s power.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "PEN PlCTUREvS. 267\\nSac the wee bonnie bairns,\\nDrink in all they see an hear;\\nOh! the saul sud be guided,\\nWith Love, and not with Fear.\\nUnfoldmcnt comes each day and hour.\\nAn the niakin of the man;\\nCommences with the early life.\\nThis is Dame Wisdom s plan.\\nOh! the wee bonnie bairns!\\nWith the mither gaen awa\\nIlka ane, maim be carefu\\nWrang mauna come ava.\\nThe better nature in the wean,\\nMaun be nourished in life s morn;\\nThen manhood s true nobilitj^\\nLife s autumn will adorn.\\nResponsibility says, beware,\\nA father has sae little care;\\nGowd an siller he may pay,\\nFor the care they get each day;\\nBut the growth of saul is great,\\nSae, beware, ere tis too late.\\nMon}^ a wean s gaen Ruin s wa^^\\nW^hase nurse cared simph^ for the pay.\\nYe shape the shoonby ye re ain shackled feet,\\nNegligence mak s the wean incomplete.\\nTwisted an gnarled, bracken an blastit,\\nWhan the Ijuddin time is ignored an wastit.\\nHe that sleeps with t3d^es, with flees maun rise,\\nSae fathers mithers, open weel 3^our ej cs.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "266 PEN PICTURES.\\nTO FEDORA.\\n;tj)0 get the writing in this beuk,\\nI ve had a deal o trouble;\\nNaething I do is understood,\\nI hear the atild jads iDiibble.\\nThegither they pat their noses,\\nTheir lang tongues wag an wag;\\nAn the talkin aboot me an mine,\\nOh! they gie us a hea\\\\w jag!\\nLike the editor, wha prowks aroun\\nFor something to prent i the paper,\\nHe follows the rich, he follows the puir,\\nA sort o political scraper.\\nA force machine, his question pump,\\nYe are In-pnotized to tell;\\nAn ye wish to gude, ye d tatild the man.\\nTo take the raid to\\nGif Fni gaun to tak the train at nine,\\nAn I ve nae a moment to spare;\\nI winna stap for the yelpin tykes,\\nWha d spier me to ken whar\\nI m gann wha to see what for,\\nAn a that an that;\\nI ll tak m}- gate, weel shot o them,\\nAn the gabbling geese can cpiat.\\nAlakc! into this we get, into that we get,\\nWe maun ken what the queer folk do;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 269\\nAll whan they sec us cum an gac,\\nWhat they say wad niak ane blue.\\nWe re after the facts in the case, frien\\nWe turn the search-licht on;\\nAn then we write it oop frien\\nNoo the queer things ye can con.\\nTO ANGOLINA.\\nNDER Trouble s juggernaut,\\nLady, ye were crushed;\\nSae ponderous was the michty weight.\\nQuickly your heart beats hushed.\\nThe storm cam like an avalanche,\\nA cyclone of horrible mein;\\nYe were stunned \\\\yV the awful tragedy,\\nMair deid than alive, I ween.\\nYe didna deserve the blaw,\\nThis truth guid spirits ken;\\nMony are the friens wha say this,\\nSo sae Honor s men.\\nBanished frae your hame thro Treaclier3\\nThe jad will get her till;\\nDishonor planned an pla3 ed the trick.\\nShe ll bow to Fate s hard w^U.\\nShe s buckled oop to a jackass,\\nA monkej^ with a vera sma brain;\\nAltho he is a sensitive,\\nAn rings on the medium s train.\\nYet for a that an a that,\\nWhat has she gat? do tell!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "270 PEN PICTURES.\\nYe are wecl shot o the imp,\\nI d tell them to gae to\\nYe U rise sae far aboon them,\\nThey ll nae see the tail o yoitr kite;\\nYe ll sleip in a bed wi Peace\\nShe ll court a s wither an fight.\\nYour frien ye thotch her, Lad}^\\nShe ll cross the Bridge o Sighs;\\nIt pays na to win bj^ treachery,\\nIt pays na to win by lies.\\nBide-a-wee my Lady Luve,\\nThe cartes we ll deal for ye;\\nJ here s one niair game to play,\\nYe ll see, what ye will see.\\nAs the3^ sow, sae sail they reap.\\nThat is Eternit\\\\ s law;\\nThe Sphinx of justice will follow them,\\nThey ll feel auld justice s paw.\\nCOUP DE GRACE.\\nThe caddie noo, can croun his mouldy nose,\\nWi far-seeing ee-glasses;\\nOwre his brainless pudding pan,\\nCan mak a few psychic passes;\\nThen settle down to business.\\nIn a decent kin o wa\\\\\\nAn bridle weel his wagging tongue,\\nOf ithers hae less to say.\\nI ve gien the goose a red-het scaud,\\nI ve pAdvcd him weel, that s me;\\nHe s pinfeathered an singed,\\nAn weel drawn, he will be.\\nWi my rhymin scalpel I ll quarter,\\nAn mincf^ him to n hash:", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 271\\nThen frae the like, I ll turn awa\\nI care na for sic trash.\\nA FACT.\\nTliasc wha arc true an kin frien s,\\nMy pen need never fear;\\nBut thase wha slur an strik the blaw,\\nI ll shaw them twa can sneer.\\nThey ll feel the power behin t the throne,\\nThe left cheek I ll nae turn;\\nI ll gie them a breezy whirl frien s,\\nA lesson they will learn.\\nWe winna thraw oot the bad thocht,\\nGin we dinna liae guid cause;\\nBut whan we do, we gie it het,\\nAccording to Nature s laws.\\nSae whan ye read the satire,\\nYe U ken, it the3 weel deserve,\\nAuld justice will stan by me frien s.\\nWe ve gat the grit an nerve.\\nCALDWELL PARK.\\nGROWLIN spirit wanders roun\\nThe improvements are scanned well;\\nFifty dollars for graveled walks.\\nExcuse me if I tell.\\nAlake! that sign-board with Caldwell s name,\\n$450 the heirs paid?\\nTurn on the search-licht, aye! turn!\\nAnd be ye not afraid,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "272\\nPEN PICTURES.\\nA WHAT-IS-IT.\\nSEVEN month s wean I m sure j c were,\\nYe keeked j -onrseP into the w^arl;\\nGlad w^as your minnie whan jq came,\\nA mischanter, ye were a girl.\\nNae howdie there, I m sure of that,\\nLike a south wind skreighing ye came;\\nBlew A our chanter, piped loud and lang,\\n(Your laird rests oot o the hame.)\\nIn 3 our last reincarnation, 3 e were a man.\\nIn the change the fluids were mixed;\\nThe chemist was drunk, the gas and the wind.\\nHad a fyke, that s hoo ye were fixed.\\nNae man, nae woman, a mongrel. I wow!\\nA sort of betwixt and between;\\nThe warl is full of the like of ye,\\nYe ll find them ilk wliare, 1 ween.\\nQUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\nDULLNESS! portion of the truly blest;\\nCalm, sheltered haven of eternal rest!\\nThy sons ne er madden in the fierce extremes.\\nOf fortune s polar frost, or torrid beams\\nIf mantling high she fills the golden cup\\nWith sober, selfish ease they sip it up.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "ALFRED AUSTIN.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 273\\nTO ARMS.\\nI.\\n,0W let the cry, To Arms! To Arms!\\nGo ringing round the world;\\nAnd swift a wave-wide Empire swarms\\nRound Battle flag unfurled!\\nWherever glitters Britain s might,\\nOr Britain s banner flies;\\nLeap up mailed myraids with the light\\nOf manhood in their ej^es;\\nCalling from farmstead, mart, and strand,\\nWe come! And we! And v^^e!\\nThat British steel ma^^ hold the land,\\nAnd British keels the sea.\\nII.\\nFrom English hamlet, Irish hill,\\nWelsh hearths, and Scottish bj^res,\\nThey throng to show that thej-- are still\\nSons worthy of their sires;\\nThat what these did, we still can do.\\nThat what they were, we are,\\nWhose fathers fought at W^aterloo,\\nAnd died at Trafalgar!\\nShoulder to shoulder see them stand,\\nWherever menace be.\\nTo guard the lordship of the land,\\nAnd Trident of the sea.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "274 TEN PICTURES.\\nIII.\\nNor in the parent Isle alone\\nSpring squadrons from the ground;\\nCanadian shore and Austral zone\\nWith kindred cry resound:\\nFrom shimmering plain and snow-fed stream.\\nAcross the deep we come.\\nSeeing the British ba^ onets gleam,\\nHearing the British drum.\\nFoot in the stirrup, hilt in hand.\\nFree men, to keep men free;\\nAll, all will help to hold the land.\\nWhile England guards the sea!\\nIV.\\nComrades in arms, from every shore\\nWhere thundereth the maine.\\nOn to the front they press and pour\\nTo face the rifles rain;\\nTo force the foe from covert crag.\\nAnd chase them till the\\\\ fall;\\nThen plant forever England s flag\\nUpon the rebel wall!\\nWhat! Wrench the sceptre from her hand\\nAnd bid her bow the knee!\\nNot while her Yeomen guard the land.\\nAnd her ironclads the sea.\\nBy Alfred Austin.\\nRESPONSE.\\nThe hydra-headed P^-thon, Greed,\\nTo arms! to arms! it 3^ells;\\nIts voice is hoarse, its e\\\\^es blood-shot,\\nIts bloated body swells.\\nThe battle-ax tak afif the shelf,\\nThe British flag unfurl;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 275\\nAve! British steel will hold that land,\\nWe ll give them a l)reczy whirl!\\nTrue, from English Hamlet, Irish hill,\\nWelsh hearths and Seottish byres.\\nThey throng to show that they are still.\\nSons worthy of their sires.\\nLosh! where are you, Sir Alfred, where?\\nAt home, protected w^ell;\\nA cushioned rocker, a w^arni hearth.\\nAping a London swell.\\nDid your guteher fight a Waterloo?\\nAt Trafalgar did he die?\\nSir, the patriotism that you show.\\nWad mak the auld man sigh.\\nShoulder to shoulder you do not stand.\\nYou lie on a bed of down;\\nRead the mornin papers, yea!\\nAn loaf aroun the town.\\nCanada s lads, shoved to the front.\\nThe plebeians are fit for this;\\nRoyalty must have servants.\\nHell s cross the braw lads kiss!\\nAlake! Irish Fusileers are there,\\nHech! Royalty is wdiere?\\nMy Irish soldiers, sa3^s the Queen,\\nO Gude! this isna fair!\\nFoot in the stirrup, hilt in hand\\nFree men, to keep men free;\\nAll, all, w^ill help to hold the land,\\nWhile England guards the sea.\\nEngland will guard the sea, aye! aj^e!\\nA home guard w^ateh (like A ou;)\\nSir Alfred, Poet Laureate!\\nThis Pen Picture is true.\\nThe Queen w^ill mak o ye a knight,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "276 PEN PICTURES.\\nA gartered knight, a brave;\\nBut the poet who builds the fires of war,\\nIs a villain and a knave.\\nA home ]jrotector! a body guard!\\nA well dressed flunky a slave!\\nO Poet Laureate! scotehed by Disgraee\\nSuch loyalty nanc wad crave.\\nWherever glitters Britain s might,\\nOr Britain s banner liies;\\nLeap up mailed myraids with the light,\\nOf manhood in their eyes.\\nBlind eyes have they, wha follow false gods,\\n(Britannia s god is Alight;)\\nLike hinds that hunt the English boar,\\nSubmission, to them, is right.\\nA tA ke, is naething but a tyke,\\nThe yeomen are the same;\\nMen, moved on the chess-board of war,\\nRoyalt3^ views the game.\\nWhat! wrench the scepter from her hand,\\nAnd bid her bow the knee!\\nNot while her yeomen guard the land.\\nAnd her ironclads the sea.\\nTwad turn the leaf in history\\nOne mair pirate laid low;\\nHer sword is stained with foreign blood,\\nYe ll reap sir, as ye sow.\\nCanada will not respond again,\\nShe ll call a halt neist time;\\nThose glistening diamonds stained with\\nblood,\\nSuch glory s nae worth a dime.\\nThe push and pluck, the bull-dog grit,\\nThat Canadian lads have shown;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTUKEvS. 277\\nWill rise against the English lords,\\nLay low that English throne.\\nCanadians, are men of might,\\nOf them, Roberts, made a lever;\\nThe power that eonquered Cronge s men.\\nWill cut the English tether.\\nWith Sir Wilfred Laurier and Sir Charles\\nTnpi)er,\\nThe English will dine some day;\\nThe menu will be Tarte sauce,\\nJohn Bull will forget to pray.\\nTO HUDSON TUTTLE.\\nIn the Progressive Thinker, June 23, is a poem sup-\\nposed to have been inspired by Robert Burns.\\nI do not question the mental status of the medium,\\nbut in braid Scotch I denounce the spirit that imposed\\non the folk. The thing is not mine, it is not Scotch in\\nstyle or expression. My car-marks, cues and turns\\nare unmistakable, and the clear cut style of my satires\\nare ayont the fake. In regard to that poem I say:\\n^MPOSTURE vile, that poem, yea!\\n^ll Twas mithered by a lie;\\n3I|L ^ic treacherv in a man,\\nT Wad mak an angel sigh.\\nAm I a knave? ami a deil?\\nWhat! forsake my bonnie Jean!\\nThe lass that gied herseP to me.\\nAn mithered my braw wean?\\nWith weans to feed, and debts to pa}\\nAn crrief to chill her heart;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "278 PEN PICTURES.\\nDesert my bonnie Jean, sae leal!\\nI frae that hame depart?\\nOh, no! not I! that s nae Rob Burns,\\nI scorn the villain s lie!\\nI promised Jean I d cum tae her,\\nWhan I fand I maun die.\\nMy Robert whispered i nw ear;\\nI looked for her departed;\\nFor whom I near dissolved in tears,\\nAn died e en broken hearted.\\n**Love bound the chains around our hearts,\\nNae power in heaven can siver;\\nNae more can divide us twa.\\nFor we are oned togither.\\nMy Mary burst in wild exclaim!\\nFrae lips pale with emotion,\\nThou art to be my bride in bonds,\\nCliansreless as our devotion.\\nThe chatter of a daft coof.\\nAmalgamation s Scotch,\\nTreachery spawned the thing,\\nIt s caught in Abortion s snatch,\\nClishmaclaver, w^eak an thin,\\nI keek the thing, tis vile!\\nI take a second Icuk at it,\\nAn with Derision smile.\\nA husband and a father I,\\nWad I forsake my own?\\nGin I was half as laigh as that,\\nI wadna want it known.\\nI am aboon the like, tis true.\\nThink of me as you will;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 279\\nI lo cd my Jean, m\\\\^ bonnie Jean,\\nI am her liiver still.\\nTune 25, 1900. Rob Burns.\\nTO MATTIE THOMPSON.\\nWAS in Fort Worth, Texas,\\nI met ye in Jean s Hall;\\nMy visit to ye Lady fair,\\nWas just a friendly call.\\nI scanned ye weel, I touched your brain,\\nYe d cast awa the blind;\\nLoyalty s lassie, brave an leal,\\nOppression ye didna mind.\\nYe were too mild, too tame, too sweet.\\nYe wadna mak mj^ turns;\\nMy satires ye wad scorch with fire.\\nYe had nae use for Burns,\\nAn I d nae use for ye, nae!\\nMy sel I cudna be;\\nTo wield my pen, mj^ ain style,\\nI maun hae rape that s free.\\nNae clutch oopon the ither end,\\nNae mule to baulk an keek;\\nYe sent me off to spirit Ian\\nYe thocht Rab Burns a Brick.\\nA simple kiss, ye wadna tak\\nMair real the kiss 3 c get;\\n1 had nae time to spend with e,\\nYe d leave me In the wet.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "280 PEN PICTURES.\\nI ca d your way, a chat we had,\\nYe understood me well;\\nA beuk I tatdd ye 1 wad write.\\nThat beuk is hot as\\nI am an artist, as j^e ll fin\\nI play upon the (liar) lyre;\\nHypocracy, with jads an tykes,\\nI ll mak them all transpire.\\nGin ye like me, call roun my wa\\\\\\nTo all I am a friend;\\nI ll help ye twist the couplet.\\nAn the quatrain I will blend.\\nThe sonnet is a wee bit tough,\\nThe rondeau that is better;\\nPlain eight and seven, Scott s ain style,\\n(We poets like to meet her.)\\nYe re brocht here for the mental wark,\\nThere s muckle in store for yc;\\nThe Hindoo guid I ll sen your wa}^,\\nAly Lady can t spare me.\\nIn jacket straight she hands me,\\nNae flirtin on the sh-;\\nShe d geek her heid and cauldly sa^^\\nI ve ither fish to fr\\\\^\\nMY MURDERED CAT.\\nl^t^Y own pet cat, I loved you well,\\nJflj|ll My poor pet cat, how can I tell\\n^nl sorrow that I felt, when you\\nWere spirited away, tis true.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 281\\nA vile conspiracy \\\\vn.s laid.\\nAll! I had long l)ccn sore afraid,\\nYour life would pa}^ the price of hate,\\nHer vengeance thus she d satiate.\\nToo long she lived a maiden old,\\nSo long she turned a harping scold;\\nShe nags and frets from morn till night,\\nShe never seems to find things right.\\nA ducking stool would mend her ways,\\nShe s like the shrews o auldcn da^^s;\\nHer flattering, fawning Aale deceit.\\nYe gods! for such she can t be beat.\\nHer cunning wiles o er man she cast.\\nInto her net he fell at last;\\nA w^oman s style a braw new gown.\\nTo catch a man she came to town.\\nAnd he poor fool! he might have wed,\\nSome girl intelligent, well bred;\\nLike Posdnicheff, he lost his head,\\nMarried a dry -goods sign instead.\\nWho wonders that the mither auld,\\nDid fail to live with such a scold;\\nShe frets an beats her ain wee child.\\nHis screams do set the neighbors wild.\\nHer temper s a volcano hot.\\nThe husband s cooked in her hot-pot,\\nAuld Satan in her brain does dwell,\\nHe is at home he is in hell.\\nI pra3^ the spirit of my cat.\\nWill turn into a spiteful rat;\\nAnd spoil her bread and cat her cheese,\\nI ll l)lame it not if it does tease\\nAnd haunt her house b\\\\ night and day;\\nUntil again the shrew does pra\\\\", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "282 PEN PICTURES.\\nThe loan of some good neighbor s cat,\\nTo come and catch the wicked rat.\\nRandolph, 1899.\\nI AM MY LADY S FRIEND AND GUIDE.\\nER in Scotland an England,\\nThere s mony an mony a queen;\\nWritin (thej^ say) frac Rob Burns,\\nThe\\\\ are muckle pleased, I ween.\\nI smile to see their crambo clink.\\nThe}/ lack my cues an turns;\\nThey ll hae to study monj^ years,\\nAfore they can ape Rob Burns.\\nYe can write muckle, thocht, an bairn.\\nAn tocher, an eerie an gree;\\nBut whan ye hae a that, man,\\nYe U fin ye hae na me.\\nYe may coax your Musie till he s blin\\nTo ape Scotch Rob Mossgiel;\\nBut Nature s wat lee s i the min\\nM^^ ain harp I j^et spiel.\\nI fand a lass, way doun in Spain,\\nHer Musie was an Irish Rob;\\nThe fake he played richt w^eel, hech!\\nTwas the Irish pat oop the job.)\\nHe gied the name o Robert Burns,\\nThe skellum she did believe;\\nShe did na gie the deil a test,\\nA clairvo\\\\^ant, ye canna deceive.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 283\\nAn owrc in P rance an auldisli dame,\\nThoclit Burns was sure her guide;\\nBut that was never true, nae! nac!\\nThe tale I do deride.\\nShe was sae puir a sensitive,\\nI end na mak her see;\\nThat she was ane o twa wives,\\nA sonsie quean kept he.\\nA medium as slaw as that,\\nIs muekle too slaw for me;\\nPereeption I maun hae, frien.\\nKeen wit, an energy.\\nA stirrin warker, bizzin roun\\nWi thochts that Hash wi hre;\\nI played the scout lang, weary j-ears,\\nAfore this, I did aequire.\\nI am ane o the brownies fliehterin roun\\nTakin notes for fun;\\nI ca on Fashion s dochter,\\nI stray roun wi a mither s son.\\nClairvoyants aften sec me, ay!\\nStandin by some grannie s chair;\\nThey gie an eldritch skreigh, an sa^^:\\nIvOsh! I see Rab Burns is there.\\nHech! mither, Rab Burns is your guide,\\nA treasure ye hae gat;\\nAn then the auld dame prayed to Gudc,\\nThat I wad sta}^, an that.\\nWhyles the brownies raired sac loud,\\nAuld Nicky Ben cud hear;\\nHe d sen for rat in Rab Mossgicl,\\nMy pranks aft mak him leer.\\nThere s wild Meg Lee, wha talks o me,\\nI wonner gin she s Scotch!", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "284. PEN PICTURES.\\nI ll sniff aroiin an see, ay! ay!\\nSure I tlioclit that she was Dutch.\\nI cud na weel get in her box,\\nWe wadna weel agree;\\nI like a finer article,\\nThe mental style suits nie.\\nIt is sae vera queer that sonse\\nCan t understand the law;\\nI canna harmonize, 3 c ken,\\nWi hawks an craws that caw.\\nThe mental altitude I seek,\\nWi spiritual folk I gang;\\nI write o luve, o frien an fae,\\nAn I write o Sin an Wrang.\\nI am nw Lad^v s frien an guide,\\nShe s mair than that to me;\\nWith the ebb an flow of Life s tide,\\nWhare she is I will be.\\nAs magnet to the steel, I m leal,\\nWe re harnessed oop thegither;\\nAye! we will sail alang thro life,\\nFacin all kin s o weather.\\nTHE LAST WORDS OP^ AN INSANE FRIEND.\\njVjHPv sands of life arc ebbing fast.\\nAnd I m refreshed with Death s cold blast:\\nJ I ve waited long, O, Death for thee!\\nI ve longed, aye, longed your face to sec.\\nI ve watched long years 3 our coming boat,\\nOut on Death s sea I ve longed to float;\\nMy work was done long years ago,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 285\\nIt sccnis to me, and so\\nI woiulcrctl why I tarried here.\\nI longed for death and had no fear;\\nThe demarkation Hnc seemed near,\\nAnd still I did not go tis strange!\\nBut now I see the eoming change.\\nlovely Death! you ve eome at last!\\nUpon my brows your dews are falling fast;\\nThis moisture cools a heated brain,\\nI ll soon be free be free from pain!\\nTwas in the summer of my life,\\nWrong came, he Ijrought disorder, strife;\\nIt was to be it was to be,\\nLife held but little joy for me!\\nKeep back the tears that iall so fast\\nOh, I m so glad, Death s come at last!\\nYou have no cause to mourn for me.\\nRejoice, dear friends, I ll soon be free!\\nAh! there s Death s raven perched upon my door!\\n1 see its shadow on the floor!\\nAnd o er my senses creep Death s chill.\\nHis icy fingers make my heart thrill\\nWith gladness\\nBanish sadness\\nDeath subdues Madness.\\nxVh! Death now shuts 3 ou from my eyes!\\nBut brings a brighter light from distant skies;\\nMy earthly friends have passed away.\\nBut spirit friends have come to stay.\\nI see my mother s face once more.\\nJust as I saw it years before;\\nShe is so glad that I am free\\nFrom that dark nis^ht that was to be.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "286 PEN PICTURES.\\nMy father, sisters, daughters, all.\\nThis spirit circle is not small!\\nSo many friends have come for me,\\nOh! how I wish that you conld see,\\nThe lovely sight that Death does bring!\\nI wonder, that to Earth you cling,\\nWhere souls are crushed with sadness!\\nAnd Life is wrecked with Madness!\\nOne by one, you ll come to me,\\nA little while twill only be;\\nWhen bud, blossom and age will meet.\\nOh! the joy, twill be so sweet!\\nA spirit band held by magnetic ties.\\nFreed from the mortal, no tears, no sighs,\\nBut one long life of endless joy and bliss,\\nF arewell! farewell! my friends!\\nPress on my lips one loving kiss.\\nThis body, old, I gladly yield.\\nLay it gently in Death s held,\\nPlant on my grave sweet scented flowers.\\nWet not with tears but Nature s showers;\\nIn Nature s arms I ll sweetly rest,\\nBv Mother ciirtli I ll be caressed.\\nBURNS TO HIS LADYE.\\nSAr ^E protector, child, I ll be,\\nAs father, I ll watch over thee;\\nTenderh I ll guard thee, child.\\nChide thee loved one, with voice mild.\\nI ve snatched thcc from the clutch of Fate,\\nWith Hypnotism you shall not mate;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 287\\nI will hold yon linn and fast,\\nInto its net, 3 ou ll not be east.\\nAye, new vietims it will find,\\nIt searebes for tbe negative mind;\\nBj^ power of wall, its vietims 3 ield,\\nA mighty power, it does wield.\\nAlong its path, its victims lie.\\nOft 1 bear their mournful sigh.\\nO Hypnotism! 3 c act the lie!\\nWith thy gilded mask so fair.\\nThou dost guard thy tongue with care.\\nA3 e, the maiden thinks tis love.\\nAs 3 e coo her like a dove,\\nYou do will, she does obe3^\\nWith might3^ power 3 ou hold full sway;\\nBut when guides are strong and firm,\\nH3 pnotism will quickh learn,\\nThat they who pla3^ both loose an fast.\\nShall b3 the higher powers be cast\\nOut on the world to pave their wa3^.\\nWe ll let them tramp till tlie3^ are gray.\\nTO A COOP\\\\\\nAIKE a faded tassel 3 e dangle,\\nI At the end of a silken rope;\\nliL Like a poodle dog v^e follow.\\nAh! with stronger powers 3 e ll cope.\\nThere s much at stake with Lily Dale,\\nAre ye playing loose and fast?\\nA seine lies low a neat h the waves,\\nFate the die hcis cast,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "288\\nPEN PICTURES.\\nA MEMOraAL.\\nTo the mcinor\\\\ of Alaj-Geii. Henry W. Lawton.\\n^ATE kissed your brow, and made yon great,\\nIn the nihids of man^^ men;\\nWar shed the bkood of Innocenee,\\nThat ye mieht be grit, ye ken,\\nWhile at the zenith of Fame s height.\\nRevenge struck the fatal blow;\\nTis -a war of Might gainst a war of Right,\\nRiijht maun wrans: overthrow.\\nO ye servant of War and Greed!\\nA ])oor eause yc followed well!\\nYour eohimanders are Christ s holy men,\\nIn a pooreause, man, jq fell.\\nAlcKiide\\\\% Coniinander-i:i-Chief,\\nChrist died to save sueh men;\\nHigh-handed murderers, protected by Law,\\nJustice will reign oh! when?\\nFeb. 6, 1900.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "MARGARET GAULE.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 289\\nUP-TO-DATE.\\nDelaware Avenue Baptist Church, Dr. 0. P. Gifford,\\nthe pastor, will preach in the morning on: Abra-\\nham s Seed.\\nFeb. 2-4. 1900\\nINNA think my epistle tough.\\nYe mauna think it low and rough,\\nGin I gie a wee bit Hot stuff,\\nI m keepin pace.\\nWith all the preachers in the land,\\nIn the Up-to-date, I ll tak a hand,\\nI ve gat the grit, I ve gat the sand,\\nI m in the race.\\nI carena to mix in the preacher s fusses,\\nI carena to mix in the kirk s musses.\\nBut whan the Mess John confronts the lasses.\\nWith Abraham s seed;\\nA tale I ll gie aboot my sel,\\nFear na! fear na! I ll do t well.\\nEven I ll get with that kirk swell,\\nI will indeed.\\nTO MAGGIE GAULE.\\nGie us a guid readin Maggie,\\nTell all 3 e ken, is true;\\nAn I ll gie ye a rhyme, Maggie,\\nI ll write a sang for a^ou.\\nWe ll remember ye in our buke Maggie,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "290 PEN PICTURES.\\nWe ll speak of you kindly clear;\\nThe bitter, biting, sarcasm,\\nOh! ye needna hae a fear.\\nI ll ca ye ane o my lassies, Maggie,\\nSome day ye ll cum this side;\\nI ll pat a licht in the window, Maggie,\\nYe can be my spirit bride.\\nI ve thretty an sax noo, Maggie,\\nLoshI dinna get jealous dear;\\nI ve luve eneugh for all, Maggie,\\nLuve is spontaneous, dear.\\nI m cupid s sonsie chiel, Alaggie,\\nMakin luve s a trick;\\nI follow the laws o Nature, Maggie,\\n(My gutcher s name was Nick.)\\nAuld Nickie Ben, the Deil himsel,\\nSays woman was gar t for man;\\nThen why na luve them weel an Strang,\\nAn carry oot Nature s plan.\\nYe are welcome in oor hame, Maggie,\\nThe hoose belangs to me;\\nMy wee braw Ladj^ will name it, Maggie,\\nName it after me.\\nI ll gie ye the saftest chair, Maggie,\\nBy the ingle ye sail sit;\\nAn wi ye I will chat, Maggie,\\nMak lo e to ye a bit.\\nYe mauna forget to cum, Maggie,\\nA frien I am to ye;\\n11 help ye all I can, Maggie,\\nYe ll fin a frien in me.\\nI luve my dear bought Bess, Maggie,\\nShe s the darlin o them all;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 291\\nOh, Maggie! it s Glide s truth I m teUin\\nMj^ family isna small.\\nI didua waste m3 seed, Maggie,\\nI drapped it whare it grew;\\nThe hairst is on this side, Maggie,\\nI m tellin ye sae true.j\\nYe ve heard o the auld carlin, Maggie,\\nWhase hame was an atild shoon;\\nLike her, I ve mony weans, Maggie,\\nRab was the sleist loon.\\nOur systems, an methods here, Maggie,\\nAre ayont the Bellamy plan;\\nThe juggernaut o monopolies.\\nWe leave to Earth an m.an.\\nRelief we give to some Maggie,\\nThe psychic power graws Strang;\\nWe concentrate this power, Maggie,\\nWe wad o erthrow all wrang.\\nThere s a good time cnmin Maggie,\\nIn the sweet by-an-b}^;\\nThe army o Progression s warken\\nMang the kirk men on the sly.\\nAnce mair we sing o the kirk s alarm.\\nTruth s liclit is shinin bricht;\\nWe ll lead them frae the raid o Wrang,\\nTo the braid fields o Richt.\\nAtisust, 1893.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "292 PEN PICTURES.\\nCUNNING GREED.\\nCALF, whose name was Cunning Greed,\\nSlept in the bed with Selfishness;\\nThe calf did bawl for feed, more feed,\\nIt ate with greedy hogishness.\\nIt s mouth was large a suction pump,\\nThis calf, it sucked four teats at once;\\nA grunt an groan gave auld cow Crump,\\nAn said:- I m fraid I am a dunce.\\nMy calf has drained my teats quite dry.\\nAnd bawling still for more yes, more;\\nAnd still twill suck an suck, an try,\\nMy teats are empty, cracked an sore.\\nMy heifer calves ne er act this way.\\nMy bag they do not bunt and bang;\\nFrom bull calves set me free, I pray.\\nHe ll get turned out to grass e re lang.\\nA FINISH.\\nAnimals and folks are much alike,\\nExperiences muckle the same;\\nWeans ride in a carriage day and night.\\nWhile the auld man hobbles roun lame.\\nTo the son, the auld man lends his gold,\\nThe son smokes fine cigars;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 253\\nThe auld man meditates with Gloom,\\nFor him, the son nae cares.\\nThe auld man s poor, his gold is gone,\\nIn the son, great faith he had;\\nBut emptj are the auld man s pocks,\\nHe s no more use for Dad.\\nNov. 1899.\\nTO SAMUEL F. MYERS.\\n,0 Wisdom s wards I listened,\\nI felt 3 our micht3^ power;\\nThe gudes have blessed 3 e weel frien\\nYours the rich man s dower.\\nYours the walth ayont the King,\\nNae duke, or laird, or sir;\\nYe min the beck an ca o Fate,\\nAn ne er will ye demur,\\nGae on your waj jQ are the Christ,\\nA savior, 3 e will be;\\nTis ainly noo an then a man,\\nCan reach the height o 3 e.\\nYe dinna ken 3 our power, man.\\nYe, in a hovel sta3an\\nAn roun the kintra like a tramp.\\nHere an there a stra3 in\\nYe, wi thocht-gems worth mair n a croun,\\nWha 3 e are, nae one kens;\\nCum back agen to Lih^ Dale,\\nWe ll shaw 3 e, we are frien s.\\nNegleckit 3 e hae been, man.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "294 PEN PICTURES.\\nHid in that wee bit cot;\\nIn the hiltie skiltie o camp life,\\nYe, the^ quite forgot.\\nBut stars will shine, whan the moons are hid,\\nThen s the time we see;\\nThe constellations in glory bricht,\\nAn sic man, we fin ye.\\nA mornin star, a guiding star,\\nFrom darkness into licht;\\nYours the mission of true manhood,\\nDear frien your torch is bricht.\\nWe re glad we met ye on the waj-,\\nProod to shak 3 our han\\nYour inspiration, ye W leave behint.\\nWe ll nae forget ye, man.\\nWe hope to be the better, frien,\\nFor the lesson ye hae gien;\\nWe ll dra.p the seeds o kindness.\\nWhere her flowers will be seen.\\nLE CONSEIL DE GUERRE.\\nRING oop the curtain,\\nGuid frien s, I maun say;\\nThat the notes in m\\\\ last,\\nWere pat in a way;\\nThat roused the het w^rath,\\nO the Muse hint the scene;\\nThey werena all mine,\\nYe ken it I ween.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 295\\nAmalgamation loslil\\nA mixture o breeds;\\nIs waur for a Scotchman,\\nThan Orthodox creeds.\\nThis is na the first time,\\nA whaup drapped i m^^ nest;\\nGin it happens agen,\\nThe Miisie will rest.\\nTo my frien La Fontain,\\nI rise to sa3\\nThere s nae room for twa.\\nRemember I pray.\\nIlk ane to his trade,\\nYour Literati the same;\\nIt s a wee bit too late.\\nTo court Favor and Fame.\\nTo her pats and kettles,\\nThe dame better stick;\\nPies, bannocks and scones.\\nShe s up to that trick.\\nTo please the auld Carlin,\\nAn keep in the swim;\\nYe filled my wrath-caup,\\nOop to the brim.\\nTac h 1 with the jad,\\nNae half-breed for me;\\nLoot that caudron be clouted,\\nBy ithers, na thee.\\nI hand the joker,\\nI play on her Jack,\\nIt s oop to me, laddie.\\nThis a Scotch crack.\\nCOUP DE GRACE.\\nYe ve pla3 ed a bauld game, man,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "296 PEN PICTURES.\\nYour stakes were on poker;\\nBut noo I am in it,\\nWe ll play cut-throat euchre.\\nYour king took her queen,\\nYour left took her ace;\\nI noo play the joker,\\nDefeat ye maun face.\\nYour Brither,\\nApril 1, 1900. Rab Burns.\\nFROM MAY TO FLO.\\nVE been tryin Flo, to write j ou.\\nSo very ver^ long;\\nBut the Musie wouldn t let me,\\nI think it very wrong.\\nPVom morn till night, it s Scotch an Scotch,\\nI oft laugh when I see;\\nThe funny things that Bvirns does write.\\nIt seems so queer to me.\\nI tick, an tack an tack an tick,\\nTis the best that I can do;\\nExcept now and then, I give a rap.\\nYou know then, I m with you.\\nA wee bit, sit in the twilight, Flo,\\nAye, close j^our eyes you ll see;\\nIn a little while you ll understand.\\nThe message I bring thee.\\nDevelopment, is slow but sure,\\nPatience you must learn;\\nI ll bring guid friends frae mither, mine,\\nI ll bring with me Laverne.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 291\\nI hear you say well! who is he?\\nOh! it matters not, dear Flo;\\nI ll say, he is a friend of mine,\\nNo one that 3^ou know.\\nI had nae gift for poetr}^\\nThat I cud na write;\\nThe rh^^mes that I would mak dear Flo,\\nWad gie auld Niek a fright.\\nBut Rob is in the business, Flo,\\nSo I tell him what to sa}^;\\nHe fixes it, to suit himsel\\nHe tak s his ain guid way.\\nSometimes I m happy, sometimes not,\\nI m happy when all is well;\\nYou know how tis yoursel Flo,\\nTis waste o time to tell;\\nThe trouble an grief of friends, Flo,\\nSo much comes in Earth life;\\nWe see the bitter bickerings.\\nThe jars, an ugly strife.\\nWe weep ofttimes, the same as you.\\nThere s so much that we see;\\nM\\\\ mother s troubles are mine, Flo,\\nShe is a part of me.\\nFor many years she s tried to help.\\nThose in trouble and need;\\nAn now, she gets blow after blow,\\nFrom the selfish hand of Greed.\\nI saw it all, I saw^ it all,\\nI called you, but in vain;\\nI ll be the avenging angel\\nSome like a king would reign.\\nOh! there s a power behind the throne.\\nStronger than woman or man;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "298 PEN PICTURES.\\nI m watching the work of Christians,\\nI list well to the plan.\\nThere s one that s coming soon, Flo,\\nI ll be very glad to see;\\nI ll open the gate of Eternity,\\nI m glad that it is to be.\\nWe welcome the friends from Earth life,\\nTwill be a happA day,\\nWhen the change called death comes to that one,\\nOh! give me death I pray!\\nDeath wouldn t be such a terrible thing.\\nIf it wasn t for suffering so;\\nWere I to live on Earth again,\\nI woiddn t dread to go.\\nI often think what a horrible thing,\\nDeath alwaj s seemed to me;\\nReally, Flo, I was fool enough,\\nTo think I d Hve like She/\\nNow, good by, Flo, listen for the tick,\\nI ll come in the morn an night;\\nAnd when you hear the tick-tack, Flo,\\nYou ll know I m there all right.\\nSet me a chair close by A^our side.\\nTo a rocker I was inclined;\\nYou could na call me lazy, Flo,\\nBut a rocker I could find.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 299\\nTO A MATERIALIZING MEDIUM.\\nOLD the fort! be not discouraged,\\nIf need be suffer on and on;\\nThere s a lesson in it all, man,\\nA wretched lesson they maun con.\\nHell s afloat, the burn is rising,\\nTheir life preservers thej will need;\\nTheir boats are shakj^ they are rotten,\\nMony will sink, they will indeed.\\nHold the fort! O Materialization,\\nOn Truth s battlements ye will stand;\\nA braw, smilin laughing victor.\\nViewed by men from land to land.\\nYour enemies shall cower before you,\\nShiver before truth s fiery light;\\nThere s an overshadowing power,\\nTwill guard you weel throu trouble s night.\\nJealousy, Need, Spite and Greed,\\nA quartette from Hell s blackest hold;\\nGave the warning cry of war,\\nShe deils! yea, man, vile and bold.\\nThey unmasked and drew their bludgeons,\\nAuld Dame the Deil s ain witch;\\nI, Robert Burns, o Scotland\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMy temper s reached a fiery pitch.\\nWrang is wrang, the braid warl owre,\\nPunishment will capture Sin;\\nTruth and Right will reach the goal.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "300 PEN PICTURES.\\nHonesty the prize will win.\\nThe raid that has nae turn is lang,\\nAnd such a raid, Sin canna find;\\nDeils lurk alang the by-ways,\\nThe warning voice, all better mind.\\nSpiritism, our religion,\\nHoly, pure and beautiful;\\nO mediums! treat us kindly.\\nBe honest, true, and merciful.\\nWe who love 3 ou, we who guard you.\\nWould lead you in the ways of right;\\nInto the bowers of the beautiful,\\nOut of Trouble s mirk3 night.\\nLet the inner light burn brightly,\\nSpeak to man with truth s brave word;\\nMind not Evil s cat-o -nine-tail,\\nFear not Evil s twa-blade sword.\\nJealousy, Env\\\\% Hate, fear not.\\nYour frien s are brave and vera strong;\\nEarth s courts, Earth s judges.\\nBe true, and they ll do you no wrong.\\nTO OLEIDA.\\nTWEEN the devil and the sea.\\nFour ways at once you bow;\\nThe shifting sand is neath your feet,\\nYour foundation weak, I wow!\\nYe smile at at at\\nBehint their backs ye frown;\\nAnd gie us all to understand,\\nSuch folk suld be pat down.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 301\\nIt s loose and fast yc play my friend,\\nYe re afraid of the paukie crew;\\nSae ye keep right on nid-noddin\\nTis true, there I find you.\\nWere you certain of the future day,\\nYour loaded dice ye d throw;\\nSae atween the devil and the sea.\\nYour sails will flap and blow.\\nTO J. W. DOUGLASS.\\nGeneral Manager, Mail and Empire.\\n^.jr THANK you for 3^our paper, there s much in it\\nJ I to learn;\\n^1^ Out a little way frien the compliment I ll return.\\nThe forest business is now plain, no longer will I\\nwonder;\\nAt the howlin of our editors, you gave Sam s boys a\\nsender.\\nIf you keep even, 3 ou ll do well, stealin is a trade\\nowre here;\\nYour Argus-ej^e keep open wide, you ll lose A^our pelt\\nI fear.\\nThe ways and tricks of ankecs, are not past finding\\nout;\\nOom Paul isn t in it, ye ll find this true nae doubt.\\nI dinna like 3 our way, nae! cauld bluid has that\\nRhodes man;\\nLady Canada gar t a mistake, whan she towsled with\\nthat plan.\\nHad she just kept her ain nose clean, nae mixed with\\nthat black scrape,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "302 PEN PICTURES.\\nTwad saved the bluid o Scotland s lads, an the\\nmither s wearin crape.\\nLet Rhodes do his ain fightin to the front send\\nChamberlain;\\nLet them face their ain manoeuvring, the} the gods of\\nGreed and Gain.\\nGudel the inconsistenc\\\\ I two men created this hell;\\nLet them face the cannon s mouth, will they then say\\nAll s well.\\nCanada s braw lads, Scotland s brave men, led to\\nslaughter like dumb beasts;\\nWhile the Neros of this hellish war, are wined and\\ndined at feasts.\\nTrekking o er the blood-stained veldt, Canada s lad-\\ndies dear;\\nA sad mistake, Lady Canada, 3 e ll fin it sae I fear.\\n1 pit\\\\^ the wives an weans, of the Dublin Fusileers!\\nThat brave gallant battalion, shed blood and bitter\\ntears.\\nEight hundred and fift}- strong, they faced the shot\\nand shell;\\nTo the call, one hundred answer here the ithers in\\nbattle fell.\\nThe Highland men are very brave, the} face the can-\\nnon s fire;\\nOh! thase blae-bluids of London the thocht mak s them\\ntranspire.\\nThe plebeians of Canada, losh! the servants of Queen\\nVic;\\nThe} die for their Queen, an their kintra, English\\ngenerals ken weel the trick.\\nCanada has learned her lesson weel, her wisdom-teeth\\nshe s cut;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 303\\nShe ll turn a leaf in liistor}-, of the Queen s fool she s\\nnae butt.\\nShe ll furl her ain flag, yecil ludepcndenee ncars her\\nbirth morn;\\nWith tagging at the heels of Royality, with their\\nrandies she s weary an worn.\\nCanada with Sir Wilfrid Laurier, a man o mony parts,\\nAn a the ithcr guid fallows, that serve auld wine an\\nTartes.\\nYe ve gat a corner on freedom, ye needna spill guid\\nblood;\\nNid-noddin at Royalty s beck and call, this is weel\\nunderstood.\\nMcDonald, Laurier, Sir Charles Tupper, as frien s, lads,\\n3 e maun meet;\\nPat awa your conspiracies, an the men wha lie and\\ncheat.\\n^PPlv your Masonic level, measure by the auld time\\nsquare;\\nShaw the peoples wham ye represent, ye are honest,\\naye, j^e re fair.\\nAnd your watch-eye keep on Uncle Sam, he isna\\nalwaj s fair;\\nThat is since Hanna s McKinley, roosts in the pres-\\ndent s chair.\\nThe eagle tells some queer tales, the Goddess frowning\\nsaj s;\\nShe s watching the movements of the stars, the stars\\nin Polly Tick s plaj^s.\\nWe ve gat a nasty muss o er here, the gold-bugs all\\nlike war;\\nHuman lives sacrificed, Xero like, under their golden\\ncar.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "304 PEN PICTURES\\nCrushed tinder the wheels of their juggernaut, war\\nswells the money mart;\\nThe Imperialists hold the scepter, to die is the plebe-\\nians part.\\nI m takin notes for the Judgment Day, a witness I\\nwill be;\\nWomen can t vote in the States, but they let us\\ntell what we see.\\nItalians, Negroes, Polanders vote, all sorts of foreign\\ntrash;\\nBut whan we women speak o t, the State Gods gie us\\nsnash.\\nA bayonet my pen shall be, I ll spear them unto death;\\nI ll cremate them in the flames of Wrath, denounce\\nwith my last breath.\\nWar will cease when women vote, mothers their sons\\nwill save;\\nThis civilized Christian savagery, we ll bury in Barbai-\\nism s grave.\\nFeb. 28, 1900.\\nQUOTATION FROM ROBERT BURNS.\\nAUD tae the Muse, my daintie Davie!\\nThe warl may pla^ ye monie a shavie,\\nBut for the Muse, she ll never leave ye,\\nTho e er sae puir;\\nNa, ev n tho limpin wi the spavie,\\nFrae door to door.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 305\\nTO T. \\\\V. LITCHFIELD.\\nH! Tommy boy, I ve knawii ye lang,\\nLang 3^ears ago ye knaw;\\nI used to meet ye here an there,\\nAn hear ye talk an blaw.\\nYour voice went oot for truth an right,\\nYe werena feared to saj\\nJust what ye thocht to John an Dick,\\nOn the right side ye d gae.\\nAn swing your flag, wi a your might,\\nAn tell o Spiritism;\\nYe boldly stood oop for the right,\\nIn spite o catechism.\\nAn Burns did laugh, to see ye fight.\\nThe battle guid an Strang;\\nYe downed auld Orthodox an Faith,\\nYe showed them oop as wrang.\\nYe took a han wi a the gudes,\\nAuld Clootie ye nae feared;\\nThe preachers gied ye widest berth,\\nF^or fear they wad get speared.\\nSae, Tommy dear, I aften helped\\nTo carry on the fray;\\nBy impression I said to ye\\nThe things that ye did say.\\nYe little knew O Tommy boy,\\nThe help that ye did get;\\nWhen in those conversaziones,\\nWhich seemed much like a spat.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "306 PEN PICTURES.\\nWhan Dick wad laugh an chuckle much,\\nTo see ye fight your waj^;\\nAn John wad get sae earnest,\\nAn hae sae much to say,\\nAboot the resurrection,\\nHe knew it was all true;\\nThe grave wad gie him oop sum day.\\nHe d be as guid as new.\\nHis flesh an banes wad a cum oop,\\nFrae oot the grun sae clean;\\nHe d be the same John Hill o auld\\nA queer belief I ween.\\nNoo John is on the ither side.\\nHe cums to ye sae aft;\\nAn pats ye on the head sometimes,\\nWi friendly lian sae saft.\\nHe kens noo, Tom, that ye were right,\\nAn he was in the wrang.\\nHe says to ye Noo Tommy boy,\\nTom, fight the battle Strang.\\nTell Frankie dear, to cum neist year,\\nOop whare the lilies grow;\\nAn I will tell her on the slate\\nThe truths that I do know.\\nGae on dear boy, there s wark to do,\\nMuch wark for ye an me;\\nBefore auld Orthodox is dead,\\nAn the peoples all set free.\\nThe chains an fetters we will brak\\nWe ll gie licht to the mind;\\nWe ll mak the deaf hear Nature s truth,\\nWe ll gie sicht to the blind.\\nSae light your torch, O Tommy boy!\\nAn blaw your bugle Strang;\\nAn draw your sword on Orthodox,\\nPut right in place o wrang.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0350.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 307\\nO Tommy boy! tak courage noo,\\nThe powers wuU cum to ye;\\nThe day will soon be cumin\\nWhen spirit face ye 11 see.\\nYe do belang to us, dear Tom,\\nA servant ye shall be;\\nYe ll teach the slaves o Orthodox,\\nYe ll help to set them free.\\nTak courage noo dear boy an wark,\\nFor spirit an its right;\\nStand oop for truth, the living truth,\\nWe ll help ye in the fight.\\nAdieu, auld frien we thank ye much.\\nFor kindness ^^e have shown;\\nWe wadna cum this way, dear frien\\nIf we had na hae knawn\\nThat ye wad gie us welcome warm,\\nAn niak your hame our ain;\\nThe higher powers thank ye, frien\\nWe hope to cum agen.\\nA CONVERvSAZIONE.\\nAST Fenton, the victim, is under cover,\\nHe s jumped the Iowa line;\\nIs he a felon Crime s black bird,\\nLosh! is he of that kin\\nCan he look Honor in the face,\\nAnd say, I m an honest man;\\nWell Catherwood, I hardly think it,\\nI do not iKlieve h? cevn.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0351.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "308 PEN PICTURES.\\nHis hang-dog, sheep-shank, sneakin look,\\nTells a sorry tale;\\nOh, god! could the walls of that home talk,\\nYou d hear a ghost-like wail!\\nI do not sa3 that murder stalks,\\nA ghost in that old house;\\nI do not say that the man you shield,\\nIs a villain, and a louse.\\nI simply say he s under cover,\\nAnd the wife s gold s in the press;\\nAnd from Shaw s bank to you man,\\nThe business s a villain s mess.\\nWell hedged around it seems to be.\\nHe married her for her money;\\nBut the record he has made, man,\\nIs anything but funn^^\\nOf all the liars East or West,\\nYour client takes the cake;\\nWhen the brain was mixed with Rum an Gin,\\nHis tongue slipped a mistake.\\nHe told the story of his crime,\\nI saw the game he played;\\nRemorse will face the villain.\\nBy Remorse he will be flayed.\\nThe gold is in the lawyer s press,\\nFive lawj^ers sit on the pile;\\nA judge, ex-judge, district attornej-,\\nTwad mak auld Nickie smile.\\nThe dead wife s watching well the play,\\nShe is not dead, you see;\\nTransition, means from the bodj\\nThe spirit now is free.\\nHer gold is in the lawyer s press.\\nFive lawyers sit on the pile;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0352.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 309\\nA judge, ex-judge, a banker, district attorney,\\nMepliistopheles wad smile\\nTo see just hoo they wark it,\\nBut, there s a python in their nest;\\nOh God! and the angels see it all!\\nAnd the dead wife cannot rest.\\nThat old house haunted! haunted is!\\nYe cud na skip it seems;\\nDid the puir deid wife cum to ye?\\nDid ye see her in your dreams?\\nNae wonner ye sold the hoosie.\\nMaterialist tho ye be;\\nFrae that haunted hoose, man.\\nGrit Gude! man, ye did flee.\\nDid ye hear the rappin rappin\\nDid ye hear strange noises weird?\\nDid ye see the wife ye wranged man?\\nDid she cum frae the graff in her shroud?\\nDid ye ca on His Satanic Majesty,\\nTo guard ye frae the wraith?\\nDid ye feel the touch of the deid wife s han\\nDid 3 e smell her poisoned breath?\\nOh! there s a ghost behint the scene, man\\nThat ghost will never down;\\nLook ye to right, look ye to left,\\nThat ghost will on ye frown.\\nA vile tragedy! theft by men, (so called)\\nIt never can be hid;\\nNemesis, obeys the angry gods.\\nVengeance will do as he s bid.\\nAstraea. O Goddess of Justice!\\nDeal your vials of wrath,, to that crew;\\nHusband nurse, sister-in-law,\\nBlack is the tale tis true.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0353.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "310 PEN PICTURES.\\nNemesis goddess of Punishment,\\nYe ll sit on the judges bench;\\nWith your cat-o -nine-tail, Nemesis,\\nFlay to the bone that (nurse) wench.\\nTruth has unmasked the helhsh wrong.\\nTruth the tale will tell;\\nGuilt makes a man a coward,\\nTwill drag him down to hell!\\nJustice, ring the curtain up,\\nO justice! I m proud of thee;\\nThro all the unmasking of villains.\\nYou ve been a friend to me.\\nFeb. 14, 1898, Austin, Minn.\\nA MEMORIAL.\\nTo Harriett N. Fenton.\\nHere by your grave I sit and muse,\\nI m thinking of the past;\\nYou re under Sorrow^ s mirky cloud.\\nFor you Sorrow s die was cast.\\nI m thinking of your girlhood days,\\nOf the long long ago;\\nThe curtain on dame Future s stage,\\nWas not raised for you.\\nYou labored early, labored late.\\nSaved in a m.iserly way;\\nHoarding up your shining gold.\\nThat you might have plenty to pay.\\nFor the comforts, and needs, a little pleasure,\\nWhen you were old and gray;\\nO Life! you are a tragedy.\\nWith devils and hells in the play!\\nAh! into Matrimony s net,\\nA victim trapped you fell;\\nA gold-fish, well caught, I trow.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0354.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 311\\nI weep when the tale I tell.\\nThe fisherman came from the west,\\nEnticing were his lies;\\nThe contract closed by the preacher,\\nBy experience we all grow wise.\\nYour thousands dropped in the wily snatch,\\nIn hell ye lived many a year;\\nYe wept lang nights with Folly,\\nDropped many a scalding tear,\\nTragedy, Villain_Y, Deception,\\nSat by your dying bed;\\nNow here you lie among your own.\\nNumbered among the dead.\\nNot even a stone to mark your grave,\\nYour name nowhere is seen;\\nWhile your thousands in the far, far west,\\nAre divided with men, I ween.\\nGreat God! that was blood monev! blood\\nmoney!\\nIt will follow them to their graves;\\nBlood money! Oh, the damnable stain!\\nThey are Sin s wily slaves.\\nRandolph, Feb. 14, 1890.\\nTO NANNIE LITCHFIELD.\\nANNIE, darlin Nannie,\\nWith the bricht blue ee;\\nFairy spirit, Nannie,\\nFate blessed ye\\nWith goodness and purity.\\nThy saul mild as the doo;\\nGentle, meek, an braw, Nannie,\\nYours, a spiritual lo c.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0355.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "312 PEN PICTURES.\\nAngel thou art, Nannie,\\nYe were a welcome child;\\nBom o a luvin mither.\\nWith disposition mild.\\nTis the like o ^^e, Nannie,\\nThat fills the warl wi jo^^;\\n1 lo e to leuk npon your face.\\nWith its witching smile sae C03\\nThe Muse will sing for thee, Nannie\\nA spirit child thou art;\\nYe do belang to us, Nannie,\\nWeel, ye ll play your part.\\nFortune kissed ye, sonsie Nan,\\nIn harmony 3 e were born;\\nA willin warker ye will be,\\nA flower withoot a thorn.\\nWe will be leal to ye, Nannie,\\nBlessings we will bring;\\nHarmony sublime, Nannie,\\nWith angels ye will sing.\\nGlad sangs, sweet sangs, our Nannie\\nOh! we rejoice today;\\nTo fin ye in our circle.\\nWith us ye ll alwa stay.\\nWe haud the mystic ke\\\\ Nannie,\\nThe magnetic key o Fate;\\nWe ve held it mony a daj^ Nannie,\\nWe kenna just the date\\nWe saw 3^ou first, fair Nannie,\\nBut 3 e were vera sma\\nAye, vera weel we kent Nannie,\\nYe d min the spirit ca", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0356.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 313\\nTHE LOVER S RIDDLE.\\nRIDDLE I will gie ye Luve,\\nA riddle I ll gie ye;\\nAn gin ye guess the riddle Liive,\\nM3^ bride then ye shall be.\\nNoo, listen while I tell ye Liive,\\nAboot the riddle queer;\\nThink twa-three times afore ye speak,\\nIt is a puzzle dear.\\nA man had twice sax sons,\\nIlk son had lassies thretty;\\nAn like the queans o modern da}^\\nThese lassies were quite flirty.\\nIlk lassie had Dame Oddity s face,\\nAe half was white, the ither black,\\nThe white did gleam with sunnj smile,\\nFor frown the black had quite a nacl{\\nIlk ithcrs face they never saw.\\nThat is the strangest part;\\nI ve heard the man in the moon say,\\nTkat nane o them had a heart.\\nAne thing mair is a greater puzzle,\\nQuick they all did dee,\\nNoo quickl} guess mj^ riddle, Luvc,\\nAn mae heart tae 3 e I ll gie.\\nI ll guess our riddle sae vera quick,\\nTwill puzzle the pate o aukl Nick;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0357.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "314 PEN PICTURES.\\nTo tell hoo the answer popped into my brain,\\nYe 11 nae cum tae me, wi a riddle again.\\n**The father well, his name is Year,\\nAn what dae ye think o that mae dear?\\nAn twal months, are the sons twice six.\\nFilled tae the brim wi tinlticky tricks.\\nThe lassies thrett3^ are days, 3^e see.\\nThe riddle is easy it seems tae me;\\nAe half o the face, is black as jet,\\nAn quick I ll guess ye that, ye bet.\\nThe ither half is white ye sa3\\nAne is nicht, the ither day.\\nIn twenty-four hours they expire,\\nDear Sir, I ve granted your desire.\\nBut, your bride sir, that I ll nae be.\\nThat is a thing that relates to me;\\nYe hae nae siller or gold I ween.\\nThat is vera plain tae be seen.\\nAn the truth is, I canna afford,\\nTae gie ye the half o my bed an board.\\nThe half o my board, an the half o my bed,\\nLosh! a man to be claith d an housed an fed.\\nWhat cou d ye gie, me for all this?\\nI d gie ye mae Luve a husband s kiss;\\nAn that tae a maid like ye wad be bliss,\\nAn I think its a blessin jq lang hae missed.\\nAn then ye d be ca d, Mrs. Gondee,\\nAn that wad be an honor tae ye;\\nA protector my Luve I ll be unto thee.\\nGin ye will marry, will marry me.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0358.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 315\\nI ll spend your siller, wi the gritest o ease,\\nYe can pay my debts, whanever ye please;\\nLike American ladies, ye letik for a name,\\nI ll tak your siller, an buy credit an fame.\\nGae ye quick frae oot o niae hame,\\nI hae little use for ye or your name;\\nDinna mistak me, do you think me a fool?\\nMeikle I ve learned, in Experience s school.\\nI ll keep mae name aye! keep mae ain name!\\nI understan weel your pauky game,\\nI ve thocht it owre weel, I ll tak mae rather.\\nAn wi your lairdship I winna bother.\\nYe just gang awa ye have it noo flat,\\nI wot it is cheaper tae kiss the auld cat;\\nAn mae hoosie an bed, I will keep tae mae sel,\\nI winna mak o mae hame, a hell.\\nTO S. S. WASHBURN, AUSTIN, MINN. FEB. 1898.\\nAnd banker Shaw will say:\\nEA, he will say, with salt tears streaming down\\nhis face;\\nLived all these years for what? to meet\\ndisgrace!\\nBehind the scenes, the laughing stock of men I ll be.\\nMy greed, my love of gold, has brought this fate to\\nme.\\nAlas! alas! all this I would not mind\\n(Great God! there are some things, I hope they will\\nnot find.)", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0359.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "316 PEN PICTURES.\\nMy tracks well covered, ha! I did defy Detection s\\nscout,\\nTis very strange but very true, m_v tricks are out.\\nHere in my banker s den, unveiled, sure, I am vexed!\\nMy peace of mind is gone, no rest, great god! v^diat\\nnext?\\nGhost.\\nAlas! a bold black spider in its own nest caught.\\nThe picture he now views, his own hands wrought;\\nAs he sowed, so shall he reap, he well knew wrong\\nfrom right.\\nSelf destruction, aye, oh! it is a pitiful sight!\\nMan, cannot well afford to damn himself.\\nBy wronging justice in the race for pelf.\\nHonor, watches \\\\vell each move upon the checker-\\nboard of life;\\nTemptation oft does lead us into ways of sin and\\nstrife.\\nAustin, Minn., Feb 1900.\\nBANKER SHAW.\\ni\u00c2\u00b1^N God wc trust says the silver dollar,\\n^1 In gold I trust, saj-s Shaw;\\nvQHI[ Trust ye can put in me, good iricnds,\\nFear not my banker s claw.\\nM^^ requisition is a simple fee,\\nThis I do not deny;\\nBut no man need want for money.\\nSo, friends, just apph\\nThe smirking old banker, smiles and bows,\\nOne covdd imagine, four waA-s at once;\\nBows and bows, and smiles and bows,\\nTransforming himself to a dunce.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0360.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 317\\nI imagine, he d get so used to bowing,\\nThat he d bow to the dogs on the street;\\nBow to the horses the telegraph poles,\\nAnd all things, that he might meet.\\nHe shakes with John he shakes with Tom,\\nA shaking old banker is he;\\nIt s shake, and it s shake with all classes an kinds,\\nA policr banker you see.\\nThe jolh old farmer, is welcomed there.\\nOf the farmer he s much in need;\\nFresh from the stable highh perfumed,\\nAll this matters not to Greed.\\nTwelve per-cent John twenty per-cent Tom,\\nYour note is good as the gold;\\nIt s borrow and lend, lend and Ijorrow,\\nTill the dear auld farm is sold.\\nSold on a mortgage a mortgage sale,\\nThe farm is the banker s share;\\nInside of the law keeps the sly old banker,\\nOf that he takes great care.\\nThe jolly old banker belongs to the church,\\nThe First National Church, ye ken;\\nHis pra3 ers aniens, his Glory to GodI\\nAre well understood b}^ men.\\nHetehl he s clutched auld grann\\\\^ Dowd s feather\\nbed,\\nA banker s sale, 3^ea, surel\\nWill the Redeemer, show the way for redemption,\\nXae nae, she must meekl_v endure.\\nIn the clutch of a banker wail not! wail noti\\nThe widow her home has lost;\\nNot a da_vl not a day not a single da^v,\\nSacrificed, at half the cost I\\nAnd the smiling old banker goes to his church.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0361.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "318 PEN PICTURES.\\nPays the preacher pew rent and all;\\nAnd the preacher reads of the Original Sin,\\nTwas Eve that caused man to fall.\\nSo the world wags on, wags on and on,\\nThe godly old banker wags too;\\nAnd he counts his notes his gold and his bonds,\\nJust as all Shylocks, do.\\nBut when auld Gabriel blows his horn,\\nAnd says Drop your bags of gold;\\nThat is the time that is the time,\\nBanker Shaw, will then be sold.\\nIn nakedness then before God he will stand,\\nWith the Doomsday book, open wide;\\nAnd it s here is a charge, and there is a charge.\\nIn this he ll not take much pride.\\nGold was your God, not I not I!\\nMammon and Might were your shield;\\nAnd your coffers were filled with gold from where?\\nDid you reap in the poor man s field?\\nOh! God forbid, that such as ye.\\nSit near the great white throne!\\nGoodness Purit^^ Humility Charity,\\nWad turn on ye a frown!\\nIf Heaven is made of such as 3 e,\\nI ll check through to another sphere;\\nI fear I d lose the feathers in my wings,\\nOf 3^our banker s clutch I ll keep clear.\\nYe will remember, aye! banker Shaw,\\nAt niy^merc\\\\ I tald ye, ye were;\\nI ve gien j^e a nip frae my red het tangs.\\nGin ye like, ye can demur.\\nWhan ye cross the path o anither like me,\\nBtan oop an act like a man;", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0362.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 319\\nAn not be whuppin roun here an there,\\nTo help oot a villain s plan.\\nYe were in it Shaw, frae your lieid tae your heel,\\nYe w^ere backing a villain, banker Shaw;\\nAuld Nick s inquisitor has racked ye weel,\\nNoo I ll call the game, a draw.\\nI held the queen, I held the king,\\nThe ace both jacks, ha! ha!\\nAn the joker I captured banker Shaw,\\nWhan the box was fand in your claw.\\nAnd now, b}^ a woman, you re flayed richt well,\\nI hope the lesson 3^ou ll learn;\\nDefeat not the wishes of the silent dead.\\nFor fear of a breezy turn.\\nYou have met a sample of the New w^oman,\\nWe can figure as sharp as you;\\nCheckmated checkmated banker Shaw,\\nHere s a pen picture, Shaw for you.\\nP b. 11 1898. Austin, Minnesota.\\nTO EX-GOVERNOR CAMPBELL.\\nI want the Hawaiian Islands, the Phihppines, Por-\\nto Rico and Cuba in good time.\\nHAT S what I call expansion.\\nYour greed is very great;\\nYe want one half the haill warl.\\nThe ither half gie A our mate.\\nJoha Bull is. partner in the deal.\\nYour richts nane maun dispute;\\nE en tho your plundering, thieving wars,\\nMak man a murdering brute.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0363.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "320 PEN PICTURES.\\nWha dares to meddle with the Bull,\\nWill hear the cannon s rair;\\nWha dares to meddle with Sam s Bear,\\nWill never meddle mair.\\nWe want the warl (the Bull and Bear,)\\nMight is your scepter true;\\nThe gold octopus, with monster claw,\\nThe U. S., England and you.\\nMar. 10, 1900.\\nTO ARTHUR.\\nHIS is na game of Baccaret,\\nYe ll find man I am right;\\nThe leader is a human fox.\\nOf him we ll nae lose sight.\\nThe hour is- big with Fate; yeal j ea!\\nAnd soon will spawn a birth;\\nTwill be the effect of a great cause\\nThat is fretting Mother Earth.\\nYour guns are spiked, aye, that they are,\\nBut in a pleasant way;\\nYe ll wear your regimentals well,\\nAnd naething will ye saj\\nI smile to see the paukie game,\\nA long head, your boss has got;\\nBut he ll buck against a c^^clone,\\nAnd lose his horns I wot.\\nJune 10, 1900.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0364.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "A. B. RICHMOND.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0365.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0366.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "PEN PICTURES. 321\\nTO A. B. RICHMOND.\\nS the mast to the ship, the horse to the plough\\nAs the oar to the frail little bark;\\nSo, friend, I see you have paved your way,\\nYe aim at a high mark.\\nSlow but steady, firm and bold.\\nCareful to know you are right;\\nWatching the ebb of the treacherous tide,\\nKi.-phi^ Truth s Light-house in sight\\nBrave and willing to do, and dare.\\nFearing no man as a foe.\\nRushing into Injustice s sea,\\nWrong, you would overthrow.\\nA mighty power, I find you friend,\\nA worker for truth and right;\\nWe from the other side view this.\\nIt gives us, friend, delight.\\nAs the North star to the Mariner,\\nAs the moon to the wandering tramp;\\nSo, you to the hungry searcher.\\nGive light\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as an electric lamp.\\nAye! faithful, firm, an steady,\\nW^e welcome you friend, in the fold;\\nDaring to speak the truth ever,\\nWaving truth s banners, bold.\\nAs the magnet to the steel, friend,\\nAttracti(3us you have strong;\\nQhl that more had your subtle power,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0367.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "322 PEN PICTURES.\\nWe d wake the world ere long.\\nTruth s trumpet you will blow, friend,\\nYou ll sound a wild alarm;\\nI or there s serious trouble brewing friend,\\nThe thunder speaks the storm.\\nThe shifting sands will eome and go.\\nBut the roek will resist the wave;\\nMany from the surging deep\\nOut of the wreck you ll save.\\nMany are struggling the shore to reach,\\nOh! the great great pity is, friend,\\nThat, like you, there isn t more,\\nA helping hand will lend.\\nThe winter of your life, friend.\\nWill be filled with noble deeds;\\nWith a generous hand I see a Ou,\\nScattering on the way Truth s seeds.\\nThe soil is fertile, a} twill grow.\\nBut the harvest j^ou will not see\\nIn earth-life, nae nae, good friend,\\nYou ll be over here with me.\\nBut ere Transition s change comes.\\nThere s much in store for thee;\\nA different life you ll meet, friend.\\nGreat changes for you I see.\\nEvolution will turn her wheels,\\nYou ll meet a great surprise;\\nYou re in the hand of Fate friend.\\nStrange, but, still, tis wise.\\nFate will throw back her doors, kind friend,\\nAnd there behind the screen;\\nA living mystery will be solved,\\nA happy surprise I ween.\\nJf I were to tell you now, friend 5", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0368.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "PUN PICTURES. 323\\n1 fear you would not believe;\\nMan! as honest as you, I am\\nA friend, I would not deceive.\\nA spirit came with your letter friend,\\nA message the lass sends thee;\\nTired and worn with suffering,\\nFrom pain the lass is free.\\nIt s little that she can say friend,\\nShe ll be stronger bv and b\\\\^.\\nThe spirit is weak from waiting,\\nFor the old sick bodv to die.\\nWe ll help her friend to come to thee,\\nIn form ye ll see her again;\\nThis is true, so very true,\\nStrange as it seems to men.\\nYe ve better gifts, friend, than ye ken,\\nYour gifts will materialize;\\nYou ll meet with new conditions,\\nThis truth you ll realize.\\nI m the same wild ranting Rob,\\nOh! my Lady gies me the check;\\nShe says I mauna do this an that,\\nI made o mysel a wreck,\\nTrowth! she hands the reins sae vera ticht.\\nMy cues I sure maun mind;\\nThe lassie has a Strang will.\\nTo this fact nane are blind.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0369.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\nA all\\nAback, awa3 from\\nAbeigh, at a sh\\\\ distance\\nAboon, above\\nAbread, abroad, in sight\\nAbreed, in breadth\\nAbusin abusing\\nAcquent, acquainted\\nA -da3 all da\\\\\\nAdle, putrid water\\nAdvisement, advice\\nAe, one, only\\nAff, off\\nAff-hand, at once\\nAff loot, extemporaneously\\nAfore, before\\nAften, often\\nA-gley, off the right line\\nAiblins, perhaps\\nAik, an oak, Aiken oaken\\nAin, own\\nAir, early\\nAirl-penny, earnest money\\nAirles, earnest money\\nAirn, iron. Aims, irons\\nAirt, direction, the point\\nfrom which the wind\\nblows; to direct\\nAirted, directed\\nAith, an oath. Aiths. oaths\\nAits, oats\\nAiver, an old horse\\nAizle, a hot cinder\\nAjee, to one side\\nAlake! alas!\\nAlang, along\\nAniaist, almost\\nAmang, among\\nAn and, An s, and is\\nAnce, once\\nAne, one Ancs, ones\\nAnent, against\\nAnithcr, another\\nArtfu artful\\nAse, ashes\\nAsklent, obliquely, aslant\\nAsteer, astir\\nA thegither, altogether\\nAthort, athwart\\nAt ween, between\\nAught, eight, Aughteen\\neighteen,\\nAughtlins, any thing, in the\\nleast\\nAuld, old, Auld s, as old as\\nAulder, older\\nAuldfarran, sagacious\\nAumous, alms\\nAva, at all\\nAwa, away\\nAwe, to owe\\nA wee, a little time\\nAwfu awful\\nAwkart, awkard\\nAwnie, bearded\\nA3 alwa3^s\\nA^ ont, bex -ond\\nBa a ball\\nBabie-clouts, babv-clothes\\nBackets, buckets\\nBade, endured, desired\\nBaggie (dim. of hag,) the\\nstomach", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0370.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\nII\\nBainie, bony, muscular\\nBairns, children\\nBairntime, a family of chil-\\ndren\\nBaith, both\\nBakes, biscuits\\nBallats, ballads\\nBan band\\nBanes, bones\\nBang, a stroke An unco\\nbang, a heavy stroke or\\neffort\\nBannct, a bonnit\\nBannock, a cake of oatmeal\\nbread\\nBardie, dim. of bard\\nBareht, barefooted\\nBarkit, barked. Barin, bark-\\ning\\nBarm, east, Barmie, of, or\\nlike barm\\nBatch, a party\\nBatts, the Botts\\nBauckie-bird, the bat\\nBaudrons, a cat\\nBanks, cross- beams\\nBauk-en end of a bank or\\ncross beam\\nBauld, bold Bauldlv, bold-\\nly\\nBauni} balmy\\nBawk, an open space in a\\ncornfield, generally a ridge\\nleft unfilled\\nBaws nt, having a white\\nstripe down the face\\nBawtie, a familiar name for\\na dog\\nBe t, be it\\nBear, barely\\nBeas, vermin\\nBeastie, dim. of bcnst\\nBeets, adds fuel to fire\\nBefa befall\\nBehint, behind\\nBelang, belong to Blang d\\nbelonged to\\nBeld, bald\\nBellum, a noise, an attack\\nBellyfu bellyful\\nBelyve, b^- and by\\nBen, into the spence or par-\\nlor Benmost bore, the\\ninnermost recess, or hole\\nBethankit, the grace after\\nmeat\\nBeuk, a book. Devil s pic-\\ntur d beuks, cards\\nBicker, a wooden dish,afew\\nsteps unwittingly\\nBid, to wish, or ask\\nBide, to stand, to endure\\nBiel, a habitation. Bield,\\nshelter\\nBien, plentiful, comfortably.\\nBig, to build Bigg, to build.\\nBigs, builds Biggin, build-\\ning\\nBill, a bull\\nBillie, a good fellow Billies,\\nyoung fellows\\nBings, heaps of anA thing,\\nsuch as turnips, potatoes\\nBirdies, dim. of bird\\nBirk, the birch. Birks, birch-\\nes, Birken, birchen Birk-\\nen shaw, a small birch\\nwood\\nBirkie, a spirited fellow\\nBirring, whirring\\nBirses, bristles\\nBit, crisis\\nBizzard gled, a kite\\nBizz, a bustle. Bizzes, buzzes\\nBizz3^, bus3 Bizzie, bus}\\nBizzies, buzzes\\nBlack bonnet, the elder\\nBlae, blue, sharp, keen\\nBlastie, a term of contempt\\nBlastit, blasted, Avithered\\nBlate, shamefaced\\nBlather, bladder", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0371.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "Ill\\nGLOSSARY.\\nBland, to slap; a quantity\\nof any thino^\\nBland in pelting\\nBlaw, to IdIow, to brag\\nBlaws, blows\\nBlawn, blown Blawn t, had\\nblown it\\nBleatin bleating\\nBleerit, bleared, Bleer t,\\nbleared\\nBleeze, a blaze. Bleezing,\\nblazing\\nBlellum, an idle talking\\nfellow\\nBlether, the bladder, non-\\nsense. Blethers nonsens\\nBleth rin, talking idU\\nBlin blind. Blins, blinds\\nBlin t, blinded\\nBlink, a blink o rest, a\\nshort period of repose, a\\nshort time, a moment, a\\nlook.\\nBlinks, looks smilingly\\nBlinkers, a term of contempt,\\npretty girls\\nBlinkin, smirking\\nBlirt and blear^ hts of cry-\\ning\\nBlitter, the mire snipe\\nBlue-gown, one of those\\nbeggars who get annual-\\nly on the king s birthday,\\na blue cloak or gown with\\na badge\\nBlude, blood. Bluid, blood\\nBludie, bloody Bluidy,\\nbloody.\\nBlume, bloom\\nBluntie, a sniveller, a stup-\\nid person\\nBlypes, large pieces\\nBocked, vomited\\nBoddle, a small coin\\nBoggie, dim. of hog\\nBogles, ghosts\\nBonie, beautiful\\nBonnocks, thick cakes of\\noatmeal bread\\nBoord, board\\nBoortrees, elder shrubs\\nBoost, must needs\\nBore, a hole or rent\\nBouk, a corpse\\nBouses, drinks\\nBo w-hough d, crook thighed\\nBow-kail, cabbage\\nBow t, crooked\\nBrae, the slope of a hill\\nBraid, broad Braid Scots,\\nbroad Scotch\\nBraid-claith, broad cloth\\nBraik, a kind of harrow\\nBraing t, reeled forward\\nBrak, did break Brak s,\\nbroke his\\nBrankie, well attired\\nBranks, a kind of wooden\\ncurb for horses\\nBrany, brand3\\nBrash, sickness\\nBrats, rags\\nBrattle, a short race\\nBraw, handsome\\nBrawly, perfectly\\nBraxies, morbid sleep\\nBreastie, dim. of breast\\nBreastit, did spring up or\\nforward\\nBrechan, a horse collar\\nBreckan, fern\\nBree, juce, liquid\\nBreeks, breeches\\nBrent, straight, smooth,\\nun wrinkled\\nBrewin, brewing\\nBrie, juice\\nBrief, a writing\\nBrig, bridge\\nBrither, brother Brithers,\\nbrothers\\nBrock, a badger", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0372.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY. lY\\nBrogue, a trick But an ben, kitchen and\\nBroo, water, broth parlor\\nBrooses, races at country By, past, apart\\nweddings who shall first By attour, in the neighbor-\\nreach the bridegroom s hood outside\\nhouse on returning from Byke, a multitude, a bee-\\nchurch hive\\nBrowst, as much malt liq-\\nuor as is brewed at a time Ca to drive, a call. Ca d,\\nBrowstcT-wives, ale-house named driven Ca s, calls\\nwives Ca t, called, Ca throu\\nBrugh, burgh. Brughs, bor- to push forward\\noughs Cadger, a carrier\\nBrulzie, a broil Cadie, a fellow\\nBrunstane, brimstone Caff, chaff\\nBrunt, burned Cairds tinkers\\nBrust, burst Calf-ward, a small enclos-\\nBuckie, dim. of buck urc for calves\\nBuckskin, an inhabitant of Callans, boys\\nVirginia Caller, fresh\\nBuff, to beat Callet, a trull\\nBtightin-time, the time of Cam, came\\ncollecting the slieeps into Cankert, cankerd Cankrie,\\nthe pens to be milked cankered\\nBuirdly, strong, imposing- Canna, cannot\\nlooking, well knit Cannie, carefully, softly\\nBuke, book Cannilie, dexterously\\nBum, to hum Cantie, in high spirits\\nBum-clock, a beetle Cantin canting\\nBumming, making a noise Cantrip, a charm, a spell\\nlike a bee Cape-stane, cope-stone\\nBummle, a blunderer Cap rin, capering\\nBunker, a chest Careerin, cheerfulK^\\nBurdies, damsels Carl, a carle Carlie, dim.\\nBure, bore, did bear of carle\\nBurns, streams. Burnic dim. Carlin, an old woman\\nof burn Cartes cards\\nBurnewin (i. e. burn theCartie, dim. of cart\\nwind.) a blacksmith Caudrons, cauldrons\\nBur-thistle, the spear-thistle Cauf, a calf\\nBusking, dressing, decorat- Cauk and keel, chalk and\\ning. Buskit, dressed Busks red clay\\nadorns Cauld, cold Caulder, colder\\nBuss, a bush Caups, wooden drinking\\nBussle, bustle vessels\\nBut, without Causev, causeway", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0373.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "V GLOSvSARY.\\nCavey, a hen-coop Cleed, to clothe, deeding,\\nChamer, chamber clothing\\nChange-house, a tavern Cleek, to seize Cleekit, link-\\nChap, a fellow ed themselves\\nChapman, a peddler Clegs, gad-flies\\nChaup, a blow Clink, to rhyme; monej^\\nCheek for chow, cheek b\\\\^ Clinkin, sitting down siid-\\njowl dently\\nCheep, chirp Clinkiimbell, the church bell\\nCheerfu cheerful ringing\\nChiels, young fellows Clips, shears\\nChimla, chininc} Chimlie, Clishmaclaver, idle conver-\\nchimney sation\\nChittering, trembling with Clockin-time, hatching-time\\ncold Cloot, the hoof\\nChows, chews Clootie, Satan\\nChuckle, dim. of chuck Clours, bumps or swellings\\nChristendie, Christendom after a blow\\nChuffie, a fat face Clouts, clothes Clout, to\\nClachan, a hamlet patch, a patch\\nClaise,clothes.Claith, cloth Clud, a cloud Cluds, mul-\\nClaith d, clothed Claithing, titudes\\nclothing Clue, a portion of cloth or\\nClamb, clomb 3 arn\\nClankie, a sharp stroke Clunk, the sound emitted\\nClap, a clapper by liquor when shaken in\\nClark, clerkh^ pertaining to a cask or bottle, when\\nerudition Clarkit, wrote the cask or bottle is half\\nClarty, dirty emptj^\\nClash, idle talk, to talk Coatie, dim. of coat\\nClatter, to talk idly. Kintra Coaxin, coaxing\\nclatter, the talk of the Coble, a fishing boat\\ncountry Cock, to erect Cocks, good\\nClaught, caught Claughtin, fellow Cockie, dim. of\\ncatching at anything cock, a good fellow\\ngreedly Cod, a pillow\\nClaut, to snatch at, to laj^ Co er, to cover\\nhold of, a quantity scrap- Coft, bought\\ned together b^^ niggard li- Cog, a wooden dish Cog-\\nness gie, dim. of cog-\\nClauted, scraped Coila, from Kyle, a district\\nClaver, clover of A^ rshire, so called,\\nClavers, idle stories saith tradition, from Coil\\nClaw, scratch or Coila, a Pictish mon-\\nClean, handsome arch\\nCleckin, a brood Collie, a country dog", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0374.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "GLOSvSARY\\nVI\\nCollicshangic, an uproar, a Cramljo-clink, rhymes\\nquarrel Crambo-jingle, rhymes\\nCommans, commandments Crankous, irritated\\nComin eomin^ Cranreuch, hoar frost\\nCompleenin, complaining Crap, to crop Craps, crops\\nConverse, conversation Craw, to crow\\nCood, the cud Creel, my senses wad be in\\nCoofs, fools, ninnies a creel^ to be crazed, to\\nCookit, that appeared and be fascinated\\ndisappeared by hts Creepie-ehair, the chair or\\nCoost, did cast stool of repentance\\nCootie, a wooden kitchen Creeshie, grease-\\ndish. Fowls whose legs Crocks, old sheep\\nare clad with feathers are Croods, coos Crooded, coo-\\nsaid to be cootie ed\\nCorbies, crows Cronie, a comrade\\nCorn t, fed with oats Croon, a hollow and con-\\nCorss, the market place tinned moan\\nCouldna, could not Crouchie, crook-backed\\nCounted, considered Crouse, gleefully, with spirit\\nCountra, country Crowdie. porridgeCrowdie-\\nCouthie, kindly, loving time, breakfast-time\\nCowe, to terrify Cowe theCrowlin, crawling\\ncadie, terrify the fellow; Crummock, a staff with a\\n^to lop, a fright crooked head\\nCowp the cran, to tumble Crump, crisp\\nCrunt, a blow on the head\\nCowpit, tumbled Cowpet, with a cudgel\\ntumbled Cuddle, to fondle\\nCow rin, cowering Cuifs, blockheads, ninnies\\nCowr, to cower Cour, toCummock, a short staff\\n^ower xvith a crooked head\\nCo\\\\yt, acolt Cowte, a colt Cunnin, cunning\\nCozie; COS3 Curch, a female headdress\\nCrabbit, crabbed Curchie, a courtesy\\nCrack, a story or harangue, Curmurring, a rumbling\\ntalk noise\\nCrackin, conversing, gossip- Curpin, the crupper. Curple,\\nthe crupper\\nCraft, a croft Cushats, wood-pi creons\\nCraft ng, a croft ridge Custock, the centre of a\\nCraig, the throat Craigie, stem of cabbage\\ndim. of craig, the throat Cutty, a short, bob-tailed\\nCraigs, crags Craigy, crag- Cut, fashion, shape\\ngy\\nCraiks, land rails Daddie, father", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0375.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "VII\\nGLOSvSARY,\\nDaez t, stupefied\\nDaffiti, merriment\\nDaft, foolish\\nDails, deals of wood for\\nsitting on\\nDaimen-icker, an ear of corn\\nnow and then\\nDaisie, the dais}^\\nDamies, dim. of dames\\nDam, water\\nDanton, to subdue\\nDang, knocked, pushed\\nDapprt, dappled\\nDarin, daring\\nDarklins, darkling\\nDarlin, darling\\nDaud, to pelt, Daudin\\npelting\\nDauntingh% dauntlcssh^\\nDaur, to dare. Daur t, dar-\\ned. Daur na, dare not\\nDaut, to fondle, to make of,\\nDawtc, to fondle, Dawted,\\nfondled, caressed\\nDaurk, a day s labor\\nDaviely, spiritless\\nDavie s, King Davids\\nDaw, dawn Dawin, the\\ndawning\\nDawds, lumps, large pieces\\nDead-sweer, but little inclin-\\ned\\nDeave, to deafen\\nDeils, devils, Deil ma care,\\ndevil may care, Deil haet,\\ndevil a thing\\nDeleerit, delirious\\nDelvin, delving\\nDescrive to describe\\nDeservin, deserving, Deser-\\nvint, deserving of it\\nDeuk, a duck\\nDevel, a stunning blow\\nDictionar, a dictionary\\nDiddle, to strike or jog\\nDiffer, difference\\nDight, cleaned from chaff;\\nto wipe aw^ay\\nDin, dun in color\\nDine, dinner-time\\nDing, to surpass, be pushed\\nor upset. Dings, knocks\\nDink, neat, trim\\nDinna, do not\\nDinner d, dined\\nDirl, a vibrating blow; to\\nvibrate, Dirl d, executed\\nwith spirit\\nDisagreet, disagreed\\nDizzen, a dozen\\nDizzie, dizz^^\\nDochter, daughter\\nDoin doing\\nDoited, stupefied\\nDonsie, unlucky\\nDooked, ducked\\nDools, sorrow, Doolfu\\nsorrowful\\nDoos, pigeons\\nDort} supercilious, huff^^\\nDouce, grave, sober, Douce-\\nly, soberly\\nDouser, more decorous\\nDoudled, dandled\\nD ought, could, might\\nDought na, did not, or did\\nnot choose to\\nDoup, the backside\\nDoup-skelper, one that\\nstriks the tail\\nDour, stubborn\\nDow, do, can. Dowe, do can\\nDowff, pitiless, sillv\\nDowie, low-sjiirited\\nDowna bide, cannot stand\\nDowna do, a phrase signi-\\niymg, impotence\\nDoylt, stupid\\nDoytin, walking stupidly\\nDozen d, impotent, torpid", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0376.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "GLOvSSARY. VITI\\nDozin, stupefied, iinpotcnt Earns, eagles\\nDraiglet, draggled Eastlin, eastern\\nDrants, sonr humors Ee,C3 e, to wateh Een, tycs\\nDrap, drop, a small cpianti- E c brie, the eyebrow\\nty. Drapi)ie, dim. of drnp E en, evening li enins,\\nDrapping, dro]iping evenings\\nDraunting, drawling, of a Eerie, scared, dreading\\nslow enunciation spirits\\nDraw t, draw it Eild, age\\nDree, to endure Eke, also\\nDreeping, dripping Elbucks, elbows\\nDreigh, tedious Eldritch, frightful\\nDribble, drizzle Eleekit, elected\\nDriddle, to play, to move Eller, an elder.\\nslowlv En end\\nDrift, a drove. Fell aff the Enbrugh, Edinburgh Em\\ndrift, wandered from his brugh, Edinburgh\\ncompanions Enow, enough\\nDroddum, the breech Ensuin, ensuing\\nDrone, the bagpipe Erse, Gaelic\\nDroop-rumpl t, that droops Especial, especially\\nat the crupper Ether-stanc, adder-stone\\nDrouk, to moisten, Droukit, Ettle, design.\\nwet, drenched Expcekit, expected Expee\\nDrouth, thirst Drouth}-, expect\\nthirst}- Eydent, diligent\\nDruken, drunken p^ lot. Fa, fall\\nDrumly, muddy Face t, faced\\nDrummock, meal and w-ater paddom t, fathomed\\nmixed raw p^g fo^.\\nDrunt, pet, sour humor Faem foam\\nDry, thirsty Faikit, baited\\nDubs, small ponds Failins, failings\\nDuds, garments Duddie, Pair-fa, a benediction\\nragged. Duddies, garments Pairin, a present, a reward\\nDung, knocked Fairlv, entirelv, completelv\\nDunted, beat, thumped Pallow, a fellow\\nDunts, blows, knocks F a n have fallen\\nDurk, a dirk Pan found. Fand, found\\nDusht, pushed by a ram orp^j-jg^ cakes of oat bread\\nox Fash, trouble mvsclf, Fash\\nDwalling, dwelling vourthumb, trouble vour-\\nDyvors, bankrupts, disrep- g^lf in the least, Fash t,\\nutable fellows troubled, Fashous, troub-\\nsomc", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0377.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "IX GLOSSARY.\\nFasten-een, fasten s-even Fissle, to fidget\\nFatt rels, ribbon-ends Fit, foot\\nFaught, a fight Fittie-lan the near horse of\\nFauld, a fold the hindmost pair in the\\nFaulding, folding. Faulding plough\\nslap, the gate of the fold Fizz, to make a hissing\\nFaiise, false noise like fermentation\\nFaut, fault, Faute, fault Flafian, flapping, fluttering.\\nFautor, a transgressor Flae, a flea\\nFawn, fallen Flang, did fling or caper\\nFawsont, seemly Flannen, flannel\\nFearfu fearful Flarin, flaring\\nFeat, spruce Flatt rin, flattering\\nFeclit, to fight, fechtin, Fleech d supplicated Fleech-\\nfighting in, supplicating\\nFeck, the greater portion Fleesh, a fleece\\nFeckly, mostly Fleg, a kick, a random\\nFecket, an under waistcoat stroke, a sudden motion\\nwith sleeves Fleth rin, flattering\\nFeckless, powerless, without Plewit, a sharp blow\\npith Fley d, scared\\nFeg, a fig Flichterin, fluttering\\nFeide, feud Flie, a fl^^\\nFeirie, clever Flinders, shreds\\nFell, the flesh immediately Flinging, capering\\nunder the skin; keen, bit- Flingin-tree, a flail\\ning, nipp^^ tasty Fliskit, fretted\\nFen, a successful struggle, a Flit, remove\\nshift Flittering, fluttering\\nFend, to keep ofl to live Flyte, to scold\\ncomfortably Fodgel, squat or plump\\nFerlie, to wonder, a term of Foord, a ford Foor, to fare\\ncontempt Foorsda^ late in the after-\\nFetch t, pulled intermittent noon\\nly F orbears, forefathers\\nFey, predestined Forbj-e, besides\\nFidge, to fidget Fidgin-fain Forfairn, w^orn out, jaded\\nfidgeting with eagerness. Forfoughten, fatigued\\nFiel, soft, smooth Forgather, to make ac-\\nFient, a petty oath The quaintance with, For-\\nfient a, the devil a bit of. gather d, met\\nFier, healthj^, sound, broth- Forgie, forgive\\ner, friend Fiere, friend, Forjesket, jaded with fa-\\ncomrade tigue\\nFillie, a filly Forrit, forward\\nFin find For t, for it", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0378.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY. X\\nFother, fodder Gash, sagacious\\nFoil, full, tipsy; a bushel Gashin, conversing\\nFoughten, troubled Gat, got\\nFouth, an abundance Gate, manner, way or road\\nFrae, from Gatt\\\\ gouty\\nFrammit, estranged Gaucie, comfortable looking\\nFreath, to froth Gaucy, jolh% large\\nFremit, strange foreign Gaud, the plough shaft\\nFrien friend Gaudsman, a plough-boy.\\nFright, a person or thing of the boy who drives the\\nan extraordinary- aspect horses in the plough\\nFu full Gaun, going\\nFud, the scut of the hare Gaunted, yawned\\nFuft t, did blow Gawkies foolish persons\\nFumbling, awkward Gaylies, pretty well\\nFurs, furrows Gear, wealth, goods Weel\\nFurr-ahin, the hindmost hained gear, well saved\\nhorse in the right hand drink\\nof the plough Geek, to toss the head in\\nFurder, futherance wantonness or scorn\\nFurms, wooden forms orGeds, pike\\nseats Gentles, great folk\\nFurnicator, fornicator Gent^^ slender\\nFushionless, pithless Geordie, George The 3 ellow\\n\u00c2\u00a5y, an exclamation of haste lettered Geordie, a guinea\\nFyke, to be in a fuss about Get, offspring\\ntrifles Ghaists, ghosts\\nFyle, to soil or dirty. F^d d Gie, give Gien, given Gies,\\ndirtied give us Gied, gave Gi en\\ngiven\\nGad, to speak fluently, theGif, if\\nmouth Giftie, dim. oi gift\\nGabs, tongues Giglets, playful children\\nGae, go, gave Gillie, dim. of\\nGaed, walked, went Gilpey, a young girl\\nGaets, manners Gimmer, a ewe from one to\\nGairs, triangular pieces of two vears old\\ncloth inserted at the bot-Qjj^ jf\\ntorn of a shift or robe ^ipsie, gipsv\\nGane, gone Gaen, gone\\nGano to o o\\nGan|rel, x^agrant toasting cakes on\\nGapin, gaping\\nGar, to make Gar t, made Girn, to grin\\nGarten, garter Oirrs, hoops", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0379.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "XI GLOSSARY.\\nGizz, a wig Grippet, gripped, caught\\nGlaikit, thonghtless caught hold of\\nGlaizie, glittering Grissle, gristle\\nGlamor, glamour Grit, great\\nGlaum d, grasded Grozct, a gooseberry\\nGled, a kite Grumphie, the sow\\nGleed, a live coal Grun, ground\\nGleg, sharp, cleverly, swiftly Grunstane, grindstone\\nGleib, a glebe Gruntle, the countenance, a\\nGlib-gabbet, that speaks grunting noise\\nsmoothly and readily Grunzie, the mouth\\nGlinted, glanced Glintin, Grushie, thick, of thriving\\nglancing growth\\nGoamin, twilight, Gloamin- Grusome, ill favored\\nshot, a twilight interview Gruttcn, wept\\nGlowr d, looked earnestly Gude, the Supreme Being,\\nstared, Glowran, staring good Gudeman, goodman\\nGlunch, a frown Gudes, goods, merchandise\\nGotten, got Guid, good\\nGoavan,lookingroun(l v/ith Guid-morning, good morn-\\na strange inquiring gaze, ing\\nstaring stupidly Guid-c en, good even, Gud-\\nGowan, the daisv, Gowany een, good even\\ndaisied Guid-wife, the mistress of\\nGowd, gold, Gowden, golden the house; the landlady\\nGowh d, knocked hither and Guid-father, father-in-law\\nthither Gully, a large knife\\nGowk, a foolish person Gulravagc, riot\\nGowling, howling Gumlie, muddy, discolored\\nGranes, groans Grained, Gust} tasteful\\ngrinned Gumption, understanding\\nGrai]), a pronged instrument Gutcher, grandfather\\nfor cleaning stables\\nGraith, harness, held imple- Ha hall, Ha folk, servants\\nments, accoutrements Ha Bible, hall-Bible\\nGraff, a grave Haddin, holding, inheritance\\nGrannie, grandmother Hae, have, here (in the\\nGrabe, to grope G raped sense of take)\\ngroped Grapit, groaped Haet, the least thing, Deil\\nGrat, wept haet, an oath of negation,\\nGratefu grateful Damn d haet. nothing\\nGree, a prize, to agree Gree t Haff, the half, Ha f, the half\\nagreed Haffets, the temples, Haffet\\nGreet, to weep Greetin, locks, locks at the temples\\nGriens, covets, longs for Hafflins, parth^ HafflinS\\nGrievin, grieving wnse, almost itself", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0380.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY. XII\\nHag, a scar or gnlfin mos- Ha pence, halfpence\\nses and moors Happer, a ho])])er\\nHaggis, a kind of pudding Happing, hop])ing\\nboiled in the stomach of Hap -step -an -low p, hop,\\na cow or sheep step, and jump, with a\\nHain, to spare, to save light air_v step\\nHain d, spared Harkit, harkencd\\nHairst, harvest Har sts, harvests\\nHaith, a pretty oath Harn, yarn\\nHaivers, idle talk Hash, a soft useless fellow\\nHal hall Hash d, did smite, did dis-\\nHald, an abiding place figure\\nHale, hold, entire HaleHaslock, discriptive of the\\nbreeks, breeches without finest wool, being the lock\\nholes, uninjured that grows on the halse or\\nHaly, holy throat\\nHalian, a particular parti- Has t, has it\\ntion wall in a cottage Hastit, hasted\\nHallions, clowns, common Hand, to hold, would keep\\nfellows Hands, holds\\nHallowmas, the thirty-first Hauf, tr.e half\\nof October Haughs, lowd\\\\ ing lands,\\nHame, home Hamely,home- meadows\\nly Hauns, hands, as applied to\\nHan hand Han -breed, workmen, persons\\nhand-breadth Haurl, to drag Haurls,\\nHan afore, the foremost drags\\nhorse on the left hand in Hanrlin, peeling, dragging\\nthe plough off\\nHan ahin, the hindmost Hauver, oatmeal\\nhorse on the left hand in Hav rel, half- watted\\nthe plough Havins, good manners\\nHand-wealed, carefully chos- Hawkie, a cow, properly\\nen by hand one with white face\\nHandless, without hands, Heapet, heaped Heepit heap-\\ntiseless, awkward ed\\nHan t handed Healsome, wholesome\\nHangit, hanged Hearin hearing Hear t,\\nHansel, hansel throne, a hear it\\nthrone newly inherited, a Heartie, dim. of hcnrt\\ngift for a particular sea- Hearse, hoarse\\nson, or the first money or Hech, an exclamation of\\nany particular occasion wonder\\nHap, to wrap Winter hap, Hecht, foretold, offered\\nwinter clothing Hechtin making to pant\\nHap, hop Heckle, a board in which", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0381.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "XIII GLOvSSARY.\\nare fixed a number of fore it is shorn\\nsharp pins, used in dress- Hog-score, a kind of dis-\\ning hemp, flax, c tance-Hne drawn across\\nHee, balou, a term used by the rink\\nnurses when lulHng chikl- Hog-shouther, a kind of\\nren horse-play by justling\\nHeels-o er-gowdy, head over with the shoulder\\nheels Hol t, holed perforated\\nHeeze, to elevate to hoist Hool, the outer skin or case\\nHeft, haft Hoodie-craw, the hooded\\nHein, shinn d in-shinned crow\\nHellim, the helm Hoodock, miserly\\nHen-broo, hen broth Hoolie! stop!\\nHerrin, herring Hoord, hoard Hoordet,\\nHerrlet, harried hoarded\\nHerrjaiient, plundering, de- Horn, a spoon made of horn\\nvastation a comb made of horn\\nHersel, herself Hornie, Satan\\nHet, hot Gie him t bet, give Hostin, coughing Host, a\\nhim it hot cough\\nHeiigh, a coal pit a steep Hotch d, fidgetted\\nHeuk; a reaping-hook Houghmagandie, fornication\\nHie, high Hich, high Houletf, owls Howlet-faced\\nHidin hiding faced like an owl\\nHilch, to hobble Hilchiii, Honsie. dim. of house\\nhalting Hov d, swelled\\nHill tap, hill top Howdie, a midwife\\nHiltie skiltie, helter-skelter Howe, hollowly a hollow\\nHimsel, himself or dell Howes hollows\\nHine} lione3^ Howe-backit, sunk in the\\nHing, to hang Hingin back\\nhanging Hinging hanging Howkit, digged, dug up\\nHirples, walks witli difficul- Hoy t, urged\\nty Hirplin, limping Ho3 se, hoist\\nHissels, hissel so man\\\\^ cat- Hoyte, to ambly crazily\\ntie as one person can at-Hughoc, Hugh\\ntend Hunder, a hundred\\nHistie, dry ]3arren Hunkers, hams\\nHitch, to loop or knot Huntit, hunted\\nHizzie, young women Hurcheon, a hedgehog\\nHoast, a cough Hurchin, an urchin\\nHoble, to hobble Hurdies, hips\\nHoddin, the motion of a Hurl, to fall down ruinous-\\nman on horseback ly; to ride\\nHoggie, a young sheep af- Hushion, a cushion\\ntcr it is smeared and be- Hvte, mad", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0382.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\nXIV\\nIckcr, an car of corn\\nIcr oc, a great-grandchild\\nIlk, each Ilka, every\\nIll-willie, ill natured\\nIndentin, indenturing\\nIngine, genitis, ingenuit^^\\nIngle-lowe, the household\\nfire. Ingle-cheek, the fire-\\nside\\nIn s, in his In t, in it\\nI se, I shall or will\\nIsna, is not\\nIther, other\\nItsel, itself\\nJad, a jade Jads, jades\\nJan war, January\\nJauk, to dally, to trifle\\nJaukin, trifling, dallying\\nJauner, foolish talk\\nJauntie, dim. of jaunt\\nJaups, splashes\\nJaw, to pour\\nJillet, a jilt\\nJimp, to jump; slender Jimps\\na kind of easy sta3 s\\nJ imply, neatly\\nJink, to dodge Jinkin, dodg-\\ning\\nJinker, that turns quickly\\nJ inkers, gay sprightly girls\\nJirkinet, an outer jacket or\\njerkinet worn by women\\nJirt, a jerk\\nJobbin, jobbing\\nJoctclegs, clasp-knives\\nJoes, lovers Jo, a sweetheart\\na term expressing affection\\nand some degree of famil-\\niarity\\nJohnny Gcd s Hole, the\\ngrave-digger\\nJokin, joking\\nJorum, the jug\\njouk t(^ dvick; to make ob-\\neisance\\nJow, to jow; to swing and\\nsound\\nJumpit, jumped\\nJundie, to justle\\nKaes, daws\\nKail, broth Kail-blade, the\\nleaf of the colewort Kail-\\nrunt, the stem of the cole-\\nwort\\nKain, farm produce paid as\\nrent\\nKebars, rafters\\nKebbuck, a cheese Kebbuck-\\nheel, the remaining por-\\ntion of a cheese\\nKeckle, to cackle to laugh\\nKeekin-glass, a looking-\\nglass\\nKeekit, peeped\\nKeeks, peeps\\nKeepit, kept\\nKelpies, water-spirits\\nKen, know Kent, knew\\nKend, knows Kenn d,\\nknow\\nKennin, a little bit\\nKep, to each anything when\\nfalling\\nKet, fleece\\nKiaugh, anxiety\\nKickin kicking\\nKilbagie, the name of a cer-\\ntain kind of whisky\\nKilt, to cut up\\nKillie, Kilmarnock\\nKimmer, a girl\\nKin kind\\nKintra, countrj^\\nKintra cooser, a country\\nstallion\\nKing s-hood, a part of the\\nentrails of an ox\\nKirn, a churn Kirns, bar-", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0383.jp2"}, "384": {"fulltext": "XV GLOSSARY.\\nvest homes Lane, alone Lanely, lonely\\nKirsen, to christen Lang, long Langer, longer\\nKist, a shop counter Lap, did leap\\nKissin, kissing Laughin, laughing\\nKitchen, any thing that Lave, the rest\\neats with bread to serve Lav rocks, larks\\nfor soup or gravy Kit- Lawin, shot, reckoning, bill\\nchen, seasons, makes pal-Lawlan, lowland\\natable Lazie, lazy\\nKittle, to tickle, tickHsh Lea e, leave\\nKittlin, a kitten Leal, true\\nKiutlin, cuddling Lea-rig, a grassy ridge\\nKnaggie, like knage, or Lear, lore, learning\\npomts of rock Lee, the lea\\nKnappin-hammers, ham- Lee -king, live-long\\nmers for breaking stones. Leesome, pleasant\\nKnowe, a hihock Leeze-me, a phrase of con-\\nKnurl, a churl gratulatory endearment,\\nKnurlin, a dwarf I am happy happy in thee\\nKye, cows or proud of thee\\nKyle, a district of Ayrshire Leister, a three-barbed in-\\nKytes, bellies strument for sticking fish\\nKythe, discover Len lend\\nLeugh, laughed\\nLaddie, a lad Leuk, look, appearance\\nLade, a load Ley crap, lea crop\\nLaggen, the angle between Libbet, gelded\\nthe side and bottom of a Licks, a beating Gat his\\nwooden dish licks, got a beating\\nLaigh, low Licket, beaten\\nLaik, lack Lickit, licked with desire\\nLair, lore Lien, lain\\nLairing, wading and sink-Liein, telling lies\\ning in snow or mud Lift, heaven\\nLaith, low Lift, a large quantity\\nLaik, lack Lightl}^ to undervalue to\\nLair, lore slight\\nLairing, wading and sink- Liken, to compare\\ning in snow or mud Lilt, sing\\nLaith, loath Limbics, dim. of limbs\\nLaithfu bashful Limmer, a kept mistress a\\nLallan, lowland strumpet\\nLambie, dim. of Inmb Limpit, limped\\nLampit, limped Linket, tripped deftly Lin^\\nI^an land estate kin, tripping", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0384.jp2"}, "385": {"fulltext": "(H.OSSARV.\\nXVI\\nLinn, \u00c2\u00a31 waterfall Lin, a\\nwaterfall\\nLint, flax Sin lint was i the\\nbell, since flax was in\\nflower\\nLinties, linnets\\nLippened, trusted\\nLippie, dim. of Up\\nLoan, milkin^j^ place Loan,\\nlane\\nLo ed, loved\\nLon on, London\\nLoof, palm of the hand\\nLooves, i^alms\\nLoosome, lovesome\\nLoot, did let\\nLosh, a pretty oath\\nLough, lake\\nLouns, ragamuffins\\nLoup, to leap\\nLovin, loving\\nLow, flame\\nLowping, leaping Lowpin,\\nleaping\\nLowin, blazing Lowan,\\nflaming\\nLovvs d, loosed Lowse, to\\nloosen\\nLuckie, a designation ap-\\napplitd to an elderly\\nwoman\\nLug, the ear, to produce, to\\nbring out Lugget, earned\\nLugget caup, eared cup\\nLuggies, small wooden disli-\\nwith handles\\nLuke, look\\nLum, the chimney\\nLunardie, a bonnet called\\nafter Lunardi the aeronaut\\nLunt, a column of smoke\\nLuntin, smoking\\nLuve, love Luvers lovers\\nLyart, gray\\nI/ynjn, lining\\nMae, more\\nMair, more\\nMaist, almost, that nearly\\nMaistly, mostly\\nMak, make Makin, making\\nMailie, Molly\\nMailins, farms Mailen, farm\\nMang, among\\nAlanse, a parsonage house\\nManteeles, mantles\\nMark, marks\\nMar s year, 1715 the year\\nof Mar s rebellion\\nMasiilum, mixed corn\\nMaskin-pat, a tea-pot\\nMaukin, a hare\\nMaun, must Maunna, must\\nnot\\nMaut, malt\\nMavis, the thrush\\nMawin, mowing\\nMawn, a basket, mown\\nMaybe, perhaps\\nMeere, a mare\\nMeikle, as much\\nMelder, corn or grain of\\nany kind sent to the mill\\nto be ground\\nMell, to meddle\\nMelvis, to soil wath meal\\nMen mend\\nMense, good manners\\nMess John, the clergyman\\nMessin a dog of mixed breeds\\nMidden, the dunghill Mid-\\nden-creels, dunghill baskets\\nMidden-hole, the dunghill\\nMidge, a gnat\\nMim, prim\\nMim-mou d, prim-mouthed\\nMin mind Minds nie, re-\\nmembers me\\nMin, remembrance\\nMin t-na, cared not", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0385.jp2"}, "386": {"fulltext": "XVII GLOSSARY\\nMinnie, mother Negleckit, negleeted\\nMirk, dark Nenk, nook corner\\nMisca d, abused Miska t, New-ea d, newly driven\\nabused Niek, to break, to sever sud-\\nMisguidin misguiding dently, Nicks, knocks,\\nMishanter, misfortune dis- blows. Auld, crummie s\\naster nicks, marks on the horn\\nMislear d, mischievous of a cow\\nMist, missed Nickan, cutting\\nMisteuk, mistook Nicket, caught, cut off\\nMither, mother Nick-nackets, curiosities\\nMixtie-maxtie, confusedly Niest, next Neist, next\\nmixed Nieves, fists Nieve-fu fist-\\nMizzled, having different full\\ncolors Niffer, exchange\\nMoistify, to make moist Niger, a negro\\nMony, many Nits, nuts\\nMools, the earth of graves Nocht, nothing\\nMoop, to nibble; to keep Norland, Northland\\ncompany with Notet, noted\\nMoorlan moorland Nowte, cattle\\nMoss, a morass\\nMou, mouth O of\\nMoudieworts, moles O reword, any term frequent-\\nMousie, dim. of mouse ly repeated, a refrain\\nMovin moving 0 erlay,an outside dress, an\\nMuckle, great big, much overall\\nMusie, dim. of muse Ony, any\\nMuslin-kail, broth compos- Orra, supernumerary\\ned simply of water shelled O t, of it O ts, of it-is\\nbarlev and greens Ought, aught any thing\\nMutchkin, an English pint Oughtlins, anythmg m the\\nMysel, myself least\\nNa not no Ourie, shivering\\nNae, no. Naebody, nobody Oursel, ourselves\\nNaething, nothing Out-cast, a quarrel\\nNaig, a nag Naigies, dim. Outler, un-housed\\nof nags Owre, over too\\nNane, none Owrehip, a way of fetching\\nNappy, ale a blow with the hammer\\nNatch. grip hold. To natch over the arm\\nto lay hold of violently Owsen, oxen\\nNear t, near it\\nNeebors, neighbors Pack, pack an thick, on\\nNeedna, need not friendly or intimate terms", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0386.jp2"}, "387": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\nXVIII\\nPacks, twelve stones Poortith, poverty\\nPaidle, to paddle Paidles Posic, a bouquet\\nwonders about without Pouchie, dim. of por/c/2\\nobject or motive Paidl t, Pouk, to pluck\\npaddled Poupit, pulpit\\nPainch, paunch, stomach Pouse, a push\\nPaitricks, partridges Poussie, a hare\\nPangs, crams Pouts, poults chicks\\nParishen, the parish Pouther d, powdered\\nParritch, oatmeal boiled in Pouthery powdery\\nwater, stirabout Pou t, pulled. Pou, to pull\\nParritch-pats, porridge-pots Pow, the head, the skull\\nPat, put, a pot\\nPat tie, a plough-staft\\nPaughty, haughty\\nPaukie, cunning, sly\\nPay t, paid.\\nPechan, the stomach\\nPechin, panting\\nPeel, a tour\\nPeelin, peeling\\nPenny wheep, small beer\\nPetticoatie, dim. of petti\\ncoat\\nPet tie, a plough-staft\\nPhraisin, flattering\\nsmall quanity\\nPits, puts\\nT3ublic\\nPickle, a\\nPit, put.\\nPlacads,\\ntions\\nPowme, a pony, a small\\nhorse\\nPowther, powder\\nPraise, be blest, an express\\nion of thankfulness\\nPray in prajnng\\nPreen, pin\\nPrent, print\\nPridefu pridefull\\nPree, to taste. Prie d, tast-\\ned\\nPrief, proof\\nPriestie, dim. of priest\\nPriggin, haggling\\nPrimsie, demure, precise\\nPropone,\\nto propose\\nproclama-proveses, provosts\\nPu to pull. Pu d, pulled\\nPlack, an old Scotch com, Puddock-stool smushrooms\\nthe third part of a Scotch pQddin a pudding\\npenny, twelve of which Pund, Pound\\nmake an English penny Pursie, dim. of purse\\nPlaiden, plaiding. Pladie Pyke, to pick\\ndim. of plnid\\nPlaister, plaster\\nPlatie, dim. of plate\\nPleugh, plough\\nPliskie, a trick\\nPliver, a plover\\nPlumpit, plumped\\nPocks, wallets\\nPoind, to seize for\\ntration\\nPoind t, poinded\\nPyet, the magpie\\nPyles, grains\\nQuat, quit, quitted\\nQuaick, quack\\nOuaukin, quaking\\nOuey, a cow from one year\\nto two years old\\nseques-Ouo quoth\\nRad, afraid", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0387.jp2"}, "388": {"fulltext": "XIX\\nGLOSSARY.\\nRagweed, the plant rag-\\nwort\\nRade, rode\\nRaibles, rattles, nonsense\\nRair, to roar. Wad rair t,\\nwould have roared\\nRairin, roaring\\nRaise, rose\\nRaize, to madden, to inflame\\nRamblin, rambling\\nRamfeezl d, fatigued\\nRamgunshoclv, rugged\\nRam-stam, forward\\nRandie, quarrelsome\\nRandy, a term of oppro-\\nbrium generally applied\\nto a woman\\nRanklin rankling\\nRanting, noisy, full of ani-\\nmal spirits\\nRants, jollifications\\nRape, rope\\nRaploek, coarse\\nRash, a rush. Rash-buss,\\na bush of rushes\\nRattan, a rat\\nRattons, rats\\nRaucle, fearless\\nRauglit, reached\\nRaw, a row\\nRax, to stretch. Rax d,\\nstretched out, extended\\nRaxin, stretching-\\nReam, cream\\nRebutc, a rebut, a discomfi-\\nture\\nRed, counsel\\nRed-wud, stark mad\\nReekin, smoking. Reeks,\\nsmokes. Reekit, smoked,\\nsmoky\\nReestit, withered, signed,\\nstood restive\\nReflec reflect\\nReif randies, sturdy beg-\\ngars\\nRemead, remedy\\nRemuve, remove\\nRespeckit, respected\\nRestricked, restricted\\nRew, to take pity\\nRickles, stocks of grain\\nRig, a ridge\\nRiggin, rafters\\nRigwooddie, withered, sap-\\nless\\nRin, run. Rinnin, running\\nRink, the course of the\\nstones: a term in curling\\nRipp, a handful of unthresh-\\ned corn\\nRipple, weakness in the\\nback and reins\\nRipplin-kame, a flax-comb\\nRipps, handfulls\\nRiskit, made a noise like\\nthe tearing of roots\\nRive, to burst\\nRives, tears to pieces\\nRives t, tears it\\nRoastin roasting\\nRock, distaft\\nRockin, a social gathering,\\nthe woman spinning on\\nthe rock or distaff\\nRoon, round\\nRoose, to prase. Roos d\\npraised\\nRoost}^ rusty\\nRoun round\\nRoupet, horse, as with a\\ncold\\nRouthie, well filled, abund-\\nant\\nRowes, rolls\\nRowin, rolling\\nRow t, rolled\\nRowte, to low, to bellow\\nRowth, abundance\\nRowtin, lowing\\nRozet, rosin\\nRuefu rueful", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0388.jp2"}, "389": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY.\\nXX\\nRuns^, a cudgel\\nKiinkl d, wrinkled\\nRunts, the stem of\\nRvke, reach\\nth\\nSabs, sobs\\nSae, so\\nSaft, soft\\nSair, sore, to serve\\nSairly, sorely\\nSair t, served\\nSang, song\\nSannoek, Alexander\\nSark, a skirt\\nSarkit, provided in skirt\\nSauce, scorn, insolence\\nSaugh, the willow\\nscantly\\nScroggie, covered\\ncal)bage stunted shrubs\\nSculdudd r^ a ludicious\\nterm denoting fornicytion\\nSee t, see it\\nSeizin, seizing\\nScl, self\\nSeirt, sold\\nSen send. Sen t, send it\\nServan servant\\nSettlin, gat a fearfu settlin,\\nwas frightened into quiet-\\nness\\nSet, lot. Sets, becomes, sets\\noff, starts\\nShachl t, deformed\\nSaugh woodies, ropes made Shaird, a shred\\nof willow withes\\nSaul, soul\\nSaumont, a salmon\\nSaunt, saints\\nSaut, salt. Sautet, salted\\nSaut backets, salt\\nSaw, to sow\\nSawin, sowing\\nSax, six\\nSaxpence, sixpence\\nSay t, say it\\nScaith, htirt\\nScar, to scare\\nScaud, to scald\\nScaur, frightened\\nScawl, a scold\\nScho, she\\nSchoolin school in^t\\nins:\\nShangan, a cleft stick\\nShank, the leg and foot\\nShanks, legs\\nShanna, shall not. Sha na,\\nshall not\\nbuckets Sharin t, sharing it\\nShaul, shallow\\nShaver, a wag\\nShavie, a trick\\nShaw, show. Shaw dshowd\\nShaws, wooded dells\\nSheep-shank, wha thinks\\nhimsel nae sheep-shank\\nbane, who thinks himself\\nno unimportant personage\\nSheers, shears sissors\\nSherra-muir, sherrif-muir\\nteach- Sheugh, a trench\\nShcuk, shook\\nShiel, a sheiling, a\\nhut\\nScones, iKirley cakes\\nc^conner, to loathe, loathing Shill, shrill\\nScraichin, screaming Shillin s, shillings\\nScrapin scraping Shog, a shock\\nScreechin, screeching Shools, shovels\\nScreed, a tear, a rent; to Shoon, shoes\\nrepeat glibly Shore, to threaten. Shor d,\\nvScrievin, gliding easily threatened, offered\\nScrimpit, scanty. Scrimply, Shouldna, should not", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0389.jp2"}, "390": {"fulltext": "XXI GLOSSARY.\\nShouther, shoulder Slae, the sloe.\\nShure, did shear, did cut Slaps, flashes, gates, stiles,\\ngrain breaches in hedges.\\nSic, such. Siclike, suchlike Slaw, slow.\\nSicker, secure Slee, shy. Sleest. slvest.\\nSidclins, sidelong Sleekit, sleek.\\nSighin sighing Slidd ry, slippery.\\nSiller, monty, of the color Sloken^ to quench, to allay\\nof silver thirst\\nSimmer, summer. Simmers Slypet, slipped, fell over.\\nsummers Sma small.\\nSin since. Sin syne, since Smeddum, dust, powder.\\nSindry, sundry Smeek, smoke.\\nSinfu sinful Smiddy, a smithy.\\nSinget, signed Smoor d, smothered.\\nSingin singing. Sing t, Smoutie, smutty.\\nsing it Smytrie, a number huddled\\nSinn, the sun. Sinny, sunny together.\\nSkaith, injury. Skaithing, Snap, smart.\\ninjuring Snapper, to stumble.\\nSkeigh, high-mettled, shy Snash, abuse, impertinence.\\nproud disdainful Snaw broo, melted snow.\\nSkellum, a worthless fellow Snawie, snow\\\\\\nSkelp, a slap, to run Snawy, snowy.\\nSkelpie-limmer, a technical Sued, to lop, to cut.\\nterm in female scolding Snell, bitter, biting. Snell-\\nSkelpin, walking, smartly, est, sharpest, keenest.\\nresounding Sneeshin-mill, a snuff-box.\\nSkelping, slapping. Skelpil, Snick, the latchet of a\\nhurried door,\\nSkinklin, glittering Snirtle, to snigger.\\nSkirl, to shreik. Skirlin, Snool, to cringe, to submit\\nshreiking. Skirl d, shriek- tamely; to snub.\\ned Snoov t, went smoothly.\\nSklent, to deviat from Snoov d, sneaked.\\ntruth. Sklentin, slanting. Snowkit, snuffed\\nSklented, slanted. Sodger, a soldier Sodger-\\nSkouth, range, scope. in soldiering\\nSkreech, to scream. Soger, a soldier\\nSkrieigh, to scream. Sonsie, jolly, comely\\nSkyrin, any thing thatSoom, to swim\\nstrongly takes the eye,Soor, sour\\nshowy, gaudy. Sootie, sooty\\nSkyte, a sharp oblique Sough, a heavy sigh\\nstroke. Souk, a suck,\\nSlade, slid. Soupe, a spoonful, a small", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0390.jp2"}, "391": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY. XXII\\nqnanity of anytlungliqiiid Staclicr t, staggered\\nSouple, supple Staek, stuck\\nSouter, a shoemaker Sow- Staggie, dim oi stnj^\\nter, a shoemaker Staig, a horse of one, two,\\nSowps, spoonfuls or three years old, not\\nSowth, to try over a tune yet broken for riding,\\nwith a low whistle nor employed in work\\nSowther, to solder, to make Stan a stand Wad stan t,\\nup would have stood\\nSpae, to prophesy Stanes, stones\\nSpails, ehips of wood Stang, to sting\\nSpairges, dashes or scatters Stank, a pool or pond\\nabout Stap, to stop\\nSpairin, sparing Stark, strong\\nSpak, spake Speik, spoke Starns, stars Starnies, dim\\nSpate, a flood of starns\\nSpavie, a disease Spaviet, Startin, starting\\nhaving the spavin Startles, runs hvirriedly\\nSpean, to wean Starvin, starving\\nSpeel, to climb. Specl d, Staukin, stalking\\nclimbed Staumrel, half-witted\\nSpeer, to inquire Staw, to steal, to surfeit\\nSpence, the country parlor Stechin, cramming, panting\\nSpinnin, spinning wath repletion\\nSpier, to ask, to inquire Steek, to close, Steeks,\\nSpier d, inquired Spier t, stitches, reticulations\\ninquired Steer, to injure, to stir up\\nSpleuchan, a tobacco-pouch Steer d, molested\\nSplore, a frolic Steeve, firm, compacted\\nSprackled, clambered Stells, stills\\nSprattle, to struggle Sten, a leap or bound Has-\\nSpring, a quick air in music, t}^ stens, hasty stretches\\na Scottish reel or rushes\\nSprittie, full of spirits Sten t, reared\\nSprush, spruce Stents, assessments, dues\\nSpunk, fire, mettle, a spark Steyest, stee])est\\nSpunkie, full of spirit; whis-Stibble, stublDle Stibble-rig,\\nkey Spunkies, wills-o the reaper in harvest who\\nthe-wisp takes the lead; a stubblc-\\nSpurtle, a stick with which ridge\\nporridge, broth, c., are Stick an stow, totally, al-\\nstirred while boiling together\\nSquattie, to sprawl Stilt, half\\nSqueel, to scream Stimpart, an eighth part of\\nStacher d, staggered, walk- a Winchester bushel\\ned unsteadlv Stirk, a cow or bullock a", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0391.jp2"}, "392": {"fulltext": "XXIII GLOSSARY.\\nyear old Sud, should\\nStocks, plants of cabbage Sugh, a rushing sound\\nStockit, stocked Sumphs, stupid fellow\\nStockin, stocking Stockins, Sune, soon\\nstockings Suppin, supping\\nStoited, walked stupidly Suthron, Southern, English\\nStoitered, staggard Swaird, sward\\nStoor, sounding hollowly Swall d, swelled\\nor hoarsely Swank, stately\\nStoppit, stopped Swankies, strapping young\\nStot, an ox fjUows\\nStoure, dust, dust blown Swap, an exchange\\non the wind; pressure of Swarf, to swoon\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2circumstances Swat, did sweat\\nStowrie, dusty Swatch, sample, specimen\\nStown, stolen Swats, ale\\nStownlins, by stealth Swearin, swearing\\nStoyte, to stumble Sweatin,\\nStrade, strode Swoor, swore\\nStrae, a fair strae-death, a Swinge, to lash\\nnatural death Swingein, whipping\\nStraik, to stroke Straikit, Swirl, a curve\\nstroked Swith, swift\\nStrak, struck Swither, doubt\\nStrang, strong Sybow, a leek\\nStrappan, strapping Strap- Syne, since, thed\\npin, strapping\\nStraught, straight Tack, possession, lease\\nStreamies, dim. of streams Tackets, a kind of nails for\\nStreekit, stretched, Streekit driving into the heels of\\nowre, stretched across shoes\\nStrewin, strewing Tae, toe Three-tae d, threc-\\nStriddle, to straddle toed\\nStringin, stringing Taed, toad\\nStroan t, pissed Taen, taken\\nStuddie, a stithy Tairge, to task severel3^\\nStumpie, dim. o( stump, aTak, to take\\nshort quill Tald, told\\nStrunt, spirituous liquor ofTane, the one\\nany kind; to walk sturdily Tangs, tongs\\nStuff, corn Taps, tops. Tap-most, top-\\nSturt, to molest, to vex most\\nSturtin, frightened Tapetless, heedless, foolish\\nStyme, see a styme see, in Tapsalteerie, topsy-turvy\\nthe least Tappit hen, a quart measure\\nSucker, sucj^ar Tarrow, to murmur", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0392.jp2"}, "393": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY. XXIV\\nTarrow t, nuirniurcd Thraw, to sprain or twist;\\nTarry-brceks a sailor to cross or contradict.\\nTassic, a .i^oblct Thrawin, twistin Thrawn\\nTauld, toid twisted\\nTawtcd, niattic(i uncombed Thraws, throes\\nTawie, that allows itself Threap, to maintain b^^\\npeaceably to be handled dint of assertion\\nTawpies, foolish, thought- Thresh, to thrash Thresh-\\nless young person ing, thrashing\\nTeats, small quantities Thrctteen, thirteen\\nTeen, provocation, chagrin Thretty, thirty\\nTellin telling Tell d, told Thrissle, thistle\\nTemper pin, the wooden pin Throwther, a throwther\\nused for tempering or reg- through-other, pell-mell\\nulating the motion of a Thuds, that makes a loud\\nspinning wheel intermittent noise; resoun-\\nTen-hours-bite, a slight feed ding blows\\nto the horses while in yoke Thumart, the weasel\\nin the afternoon Thumpit, thumped\\nTent, to take heed, mark Thysel thyself\\nTentie, heedful Tidins, tidings\\nTeughly, toughlv Till, unto\\nTeuk, took Till t, to it\\nThack an rape, clothes Tinimer, timber; the three\\nThae, these boughs. Timmer propt,\\nThairm, fiddlestring timber propped\\nThankfu thankful Tine to lose; to go astray\\nThankit, thanked Tint, lost. Tint as win,\\nTheekit, thatehrd, covered lost as won\\nup, secured Tinkler, a tinker\\nThegither, together Tips, rams\\nThemsels, themselves Tippence, twopence\\nThick, pack an thick, friendly Tirl, to strip\\nThieveless, cold, dry; spited Tirlin, unroofing\\nThigger, begging Tirl d, knocked\\nThir, these, their Tither, the other\\nThirl d thrilled Tittlin, whispering\\nThole, to suffer, to endure Tocher, marriage portion\\nThou s thou art Tocher-band, bowrj^ bond\\nThowes, thaws Todlin tottering\\nThowless, slack, lazy Tods, foxes\\nThrang, bus} a crowd Toom, empt}\\nThrapple, the throat Toop, a ram\\nThrave twenty-fourshcaves Toun, a hamlet, a farm-\\nof corn, including two house\\nshocks Tout, the blast of a horn", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0393.jp2"}, "394": {"fulltext": "XXV GLOSSARY.\\nor trumpet Tysday teen, Tuesday even-\\nTo ve, to have ing\\nTow, a rope\\nTowmond, a twelvemonth Uhchancy, dangerous\\nTouzie, rough, shaggy Unco, very great, extreme,\\nTowzle, to rumpled Tow- strange\\nzling, rumpling, dishevel- Uncos, strange things, news\\nlino- of the country side\\nTov, a very old fashion ofUnkend, unknown Unkcn-\\nfemale headdress unknown\\nTovte, to totter Unsicker, unsecure\\nTransmugrify d, metamor- Unsakith d, unhurt\\nphoscd Upo upon Upon t, upon it\\nTrashtrie trash Vap rin, vaporing\\nTreadin treading Vauntie, oroud? in high\\nTrews, trousers spirits\\nTrickie, tricksy y^^^^\\nTrig, spruce, neat Viewin viewing\\nTrinkling, trickling yj^jg^ column\\nTroggm, wares sold by y-^^^^ victual, grain Vittle,\\nwandering merchants victual\\nTroke to exchange; todeal y^gj^^ ^^j.^,^^!^ well-pleased\\nwith Vow, an interjection expres-\\nTrottm, trotting of admiration or sur-\\nTrouse, trousers nri \u00c2\u00abp\\nTrow t, believed\\nThrowth, a petty oath Wa a wall\\nTry t have tried Wa flower, the wallflower\\nTulzie, a quarrel Wab, web\\nTunefu tuneful Wabster, weaver\\nTup, a ram Wad, would Wad a haen,\\nTwa, two would have had Wadna,\\nTwafauld, twofold doubled would not\\nup Wad, a wadger, to wed\\nTwa three, two or three Wadset, a mortgage\\nTwal, twelve o clock, Wae, sorrowful Wae worth\\nTwalt, twelfth Twalpenny woe befall\\nworth, t wel vepenny Wae days, woeful days.\\nworth Waefu woeful\\nTwang, twinge W^aes-me, woe s-me\\nTwined, reft Waesucks! alas!\\nTwins, bereaves, takes Waft, the cross thread that\\naw^ay from goes from the shuttle\\nTwistle, a twist through the web\\nTyke, a vagrant dog Waifs, stray sheep\\nTyne, to lose Wair t, spend it War d,", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0394.jp2"}, "395": {"fulltext": "GLOSSARY. XXVI\\nspent, bestowed Wee, little. A wee, a short\\nWale, ehoiee. Piek and wale, i)erio(l of time. A wee a-\\nof choicest quality, Wal d back, a small space be-\\nchose hind\\nWalie, ample, large Waly, Weel, well. Weel-gaun well\\nample t^oing\\nWallop in a tow, to hang Well-kent, well-know\\none s self Weet, wet, dew, rain\\nWame, the belly Wamefon, We se, we shall or will\\nbellyful Westlin, western\\nWan,\\\\lid win, earned Wha, who. Wha ere, who-\\nWanehaneie, unlucky ever Wha s whose, Whase,\\nW^anrestfu restless wdiose\\nWare, to spend, worn Whaizle, to wheeze\\nWark, work Warks, works, Whalpit, whelped\\nin the sense of buildings, Wham whom\\nmanufactures, etc. Whan, when\\nWark-lume, a tool to work Whang, a large slice; to\\nwith give the strappado\\nWarld, world Warly, Whar, where Wharc, where\\nworldly Whatfore no? for what rea-\\nWarlock, a \\\\vizzard son not?\\nWarran, warrant Whatt, did whet or cut\\nWarsle, to wrestle Warstl d Whaup, a curlew\\nwrestled Whaur ll, where will\\nWarst, worst Wheep, flying nimbly\\nWasna, w^as not Whiddin, running as a hare\\nWast, west Whigmeleeries, crotchets\\nWastrie, prodigalit3% riot Whingin, crying, complain-\\nWat, wet ing, fretting\\nWat, wot, know Wat na. Whins, furze bushcr\\nwot not Whirligigums, useless orna-\\nWaterbrose, brose made of ments\\nweal and w^ater simph^ Whisht, peace Held my\\nWattle, a wand whist, kept silence\\nWauble, to swing, to reel Whiskit, whisked\\nWaukit, thickened with toil Whissle, whistle So gat the\\nWaukrife, wakeful whissle o m3^ groat, to\\nWauks, awakes. Wauken- pla^^ a losing game\\ning, awakening Whistle, the throat\\nWaukens, waken VVhitter, a hearty draught\\nWaur, to fight, to defeat; of liquor\\nworse. Waur t, worsted Whunstane, whinstone,\\nWeans, children. Weanies, granite\\ndim. of weans Whup, a whip\\nWeason, the wcasand Whyles, sometimes", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0395.jp2"}, "396": {"fulltext": "XXVII GLOSSARY.\\nWi with Wordie, dim. of word\\nWick, a term in curling, Word}^ wortln^\\nto strike a stone in anWorl world\\noblique direction Worset, worsted\\nWiddiefu, ill-tempered Wow, an exclamation of\\nWiddle, a struggle or bus- pleasure or wonder\\ntie VVrang, wrong, mistaken\\nWiel, a small whirlpool, Wranged, wronged\\nWifie, dim. of wife Wreeths, wreaths\\nWight, strong, powerful Wud, mad\\nWir cat, the wild cat Wumbie, a wimble\\nWillie waught, a hearty W le, to beguile, to decoy\\ndraught Wyling, beguiling\\nW^illow wicker, the smaller Wyliecoat, a flannel vest\\nspecies of willow Wyte, to blame, to re-\\nWillyart, wild strange, proach\\ntimid\\nWimpl t, wimpled. Wimp- Yard, a garden\\nlin, waving, meandering Yaud, a worn out horse\\nWin wind. Wins, winds Yell, barren: as yell s the\\nWinkin, winking bill, giving no more milk\\nWin t, did wind than the Ijull\\nWinna, will not Yerd, the churchyard\\nWinnock-bunker, a seat in Yerket, jerked, lashed\\na window Ye se, you shall or will\\nWinnocks, windows Yestreen, yesternight\\nWintle, a staggering motion Yetts, gates\\nWintles, struggles Yeukin, itching\\nWinze, an oath Yeuks, itches\\nWiss, wish Yill, ale\\nWitha wnthal Yill-caup ale stouj)\\nWithoutten, without Yird, earth\\nWonner, a wonder, a con-Yirl, an earl\\ntemptuous appellation Yirtli, the earth\\nWons, dwells Yokin, yoking, a bout, a\\nWoo wool set-to\\nWoodie, the gallows, a Yourscl, yourselves, your-\\nrope, more ]:)r()perly one self\\nmade of withes or willows Yont, beyond\\nWooer-babs, garters knott-Yowes, ewes Yowie, dim.\\ned below the knee in a of rou c\\ncouple of loops Yule. Christmas", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0396.jp2"}, "397": {"fulltext": "EXTRACTS FK(3M PREvSS NOTICES\\nAND LETTERS.\\nDear Madam:\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The board of Managers of the State\\nof New York is preparing a chronicle of the work of\\nwomen of the state in literature, to be exhibted at the\\nColumbian Exhibition. Your name has been received\\nas prominent in this department, and will 3^ou send to\\nthe chairman three of your best articles. At the close\\nof the Exposition the collection will be preserved in\\nState Librarv at Albany. Yery Truly Yours,\\nBuffalo, N. Y. Charlotte MuUegan, Chairman.\\nEditor Evening News:\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A copy of the Buffalo Evening\\nNews Jan. 14, 1899, containing a marked article en-\\ntitled: Is Yaccination All Wrong, was received by\\nthe Independant College of Chicago. The paper is ably\\nwritten by Mina S. Seymour. It was read by Prof.\\nClausen before the students of the college with favor-\\nable comments. The faculty of the college wish to\\nshow their appreciation of the article and extend a\\nvote of thanks to the writer. Sec. Independant Medi-\\ncal College.\\nChicago, Jan. 20, 1899. Charles AI. Hovey.\\nDear Madam:\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Permit me to thank you for your ex-\\ncellent poem in the Non Conformist, which I have en-\\njoyed. Whatever you publish I read with avidity as T\\ncount you one foremost capable progressive woman.\\nJamestown, N. Y. Henry Frank.\\nThe article you mention is from the pen of Mina S.\\nSeymour. It is a shell explosion in the camp of the\\nenemy. Mrs. Seymour has written much for the liber-\\nal journals; mos tly for the Iron-clad Age over the\\nname of Grace Grenough. She wields an able graphic\\npen and is an interesting writer. H. S. Green, Ed.\\nMy Dear Madam:\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Your reply to Senator Ingalls,\\nnpoii the suftVage rpicstiou should satisfy him that", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0397.jp2"}, "398": {"fulltext": "woman is not to be deprived of suffrage upon the\\ngrounds of mental inferiority to man, if the question\\nis to be settled by eomparison between your work and\\nhis own. I am Respectfully Yours,\\nH. M. Blair, Senator.\\nYour repl}^ to Senator Ingalls in the Jamestown\\nEvening News, is a sharp blow. You have lowered\\nthe sails of the doughty Senator, and established the\\nfact that woman is man s equal in a mental sense, as\\nin all others. Senator Hoar.\\nWe publish an original poem of much merit, both\\nas to thought and expression. It is from the pen of\\nMina S. Seymour, formelh of Salamahca. Notwith-\\nstanding a severe ph3 sical affliction, she retains her\\nmental brilliancy and is achieving wide notoriety as a\\nwriter. Her reply to Senator Ingalls has brought her\\nstrong commendations from people of eminence in all\\nparts of the countr} A. W. Fcrrin, Catt. Rep.\\nI am pleased with your sharj) reply to Senator In-\\ngalls and Miss Fox will republish parts of it in a\\nWashington paper. Susan B. Anthony.", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0398.jp2"}, "399": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0399.jp2"}, "400": {"fulltext": "AUG. 8 1900", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0400.jp2"}, "401": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3598", "width": "2136", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0401.jp2"}, "402": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n014 457 594 5", "height": "3786", "width": "2427", "jp2-path": "penpictures00seym_0402.jp2"}}