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his passions against his interests, and to prevail on him, in the name of liberty, to destroy all the fruits of liberty; in the name of patriotism, to injure and afflict his country; and in the name of his own independence, to destroy that very independence, and make him a beggar and a slave.
A traveler through a dusty road strewed acorns on the lea;
A little spring had lost its way amid the grass and fern,
A passing stranger scooped a well, where weary men might turn,
He walled it in, and hung with care a ladle at the brink;
He thought not of the deed he did, but judged that toil might drink.
A dreamer dropped a random thought; 'twas old, and yet 'twas new,
A simple fancy of the brain, but strong in being true.
It shone upon a genial mind, and lo! its light became
A lamp of life, a beacon ray, a monitory flame.
The thought was small, its issue great; a watch-fire on the hill,
It sheds its radiance far adown, and cheers the valley still!
A nameless man amid a crowd that thronged the daily mart,
I will not enter there,
To sully your pure prayer
But suffer me to pace
Lingering a minute,
Like outcast spirits, who wait,
WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY,
THE VOLUNTEER'S WIFE.
"An' sure I was tould to come to your Honor,
"An' what'll ye tell him? It ought to be aisy
For sich as yer Honor to spake wid the pen,Jist say I'm all right, and that Mavoorneen Daisy (The baby, yer Honor,) is betther again.
"For when he went off it's so sick was the childer
And when I'd be cryin' he'd look but the wilder,
"So he left her in danger, and me sorely gratin',
To follow the flag with an Irishman's joy;
O, it's often I drame of the big drums a batin',
An' a bullet gone straight to the heart of me boy.
"An' say will he send a bit of his money,
For the rint an' the docther's bill due in a wake;— Well, surely, there's tears on yer eye-lashes, honey! Ah, faith, I've no right with such freedom to spake.