In a sudden intermission, which appears my only chance, "Strike gently, mother, or you'll split my Sunday pants." I say: She stops a moment, draws her breath, and the shingle holds aloft, And says: Holy Moses! and the angels, cast your pitying glances down, THE GIRL OF THE CRISIS. BROKEN, and crushed, and sad, Rogues have stript him of all that he had, Bravely he toils all the day, And thinks that we do not see 1 His heart in his mouth when he looks the way For the coat that is no more new, Oh, if he only just knew How weary I was of all that! How I longed for a life that was earnest and true, It were better they never were born. But what can I do? I could teach; With their music, and German, and French; and each I had nice nimble fingers of old For trimming a bonnet or gown; But now folks will find better use for their gold I know I could tidy a room, And give it a ladylike look; And I'm almost sure I could handle a broom, But I must be at home every night To kiss him and plague him a while, "And comb the old hair that is thin now, and white, And send him to bed with a smile. Work! Oh dear, what can I do? I hurt my soft hand, and it bled; And I wish it were roughened, and blistered, too, Coming out, and it smote my weak heart with a chill; Sick! I am weary and sick, Ever fretting for something to do; Oh, wouldn't I work my nails to the quick, Father and mother, for you? Ye are dearer than ever to me, So meek, and gentle, and brave; But your shadows grow long, and I seem to see Work with hand or with head, Saying, father, dear father, my hands may be soiled, WALTER SMITH. THE RICH MAN AND THE POOR MAN. So goes the world; if wealthy, you may call This friend, that brother; friends and brothers all; But if you are poor, Heaven help you! though your sire Had royal blood in him, and though you Possess the intellect of angels too, 'Tis all in vain ;- - the world will ne'er inquire Gave him a welcome, Strange," cried I; "whence is it?" He walked on this side, then on that, He tried to introduce a social chat; Now here, now there, in vain he tried; Some formally and freezingly replied, And some said by their silence, "Better stay at home." A rich man burst the door, He could not pride himself upon his wit; What a confusion! all stand up erect, And these arrange a sofa or a chair, - then a bow Down to the earth, is 't possible to show The poor man hung his head, "This is indeed beyond my comprehension." Of gold or silver ore, But wisdom none can borrow, none can lend ?" KHEMNITZER. A COLORED DEBATING SOCIETY. THE "Colored Debating Society" of Mount Vernon, Ohio, had some very interesting meetings. The object of the argument on a particular evening was the settlement, at once and forever, of the question, "Which am de mightiest, de pen or de swoard?" Mr. Larkins said about as follows: "Mr. Chaarman, what's de use ob a swoard unless you's gwyne to waar? Who's hyar dat's gwyne to waar? I isn't, Mr. Morehouse isn't, Mrs. Morehouse isn't, Mr. Newsome isn't; I'll bet no feller wot speaks on de swoard side is any ideer ob gwyne to waar. Den, what's de use ob de swoard? I don't tink dar's much show for argiment in de matter." Mr. Lewman said: "What's de use ob de pen 'less you knows how to write? How's dat? Dat's what I wants to know. Look at de chillun ob Isr'l-wasn't but one man in de whole crowd gwyne up from Egyp' to de Promis' Lan' cood write, au' he didn't write much. [A voice in the audience : "Who wrote de Ten Commanʼments, anyhow, you bet?" Cheers from the pen side.] Wrote 'em? wrote 'em? Not much; guess not; not on stone, honey. Might p'r'aps cut 'em wid a chisel. Broke 'em all, anyhow, 'fore he got down de hill. Den when he cut a new set, de chillun ob Isr❜l broke 'em all again. Say he did write 'em, what good was it? So his pen no 'count nohow. No, saar. De swoard's what fotched 'em into de Promis' Lan', saar. Why, saar, it's ridic'lous. Tink, saar, ob David a-cuttin' off Goliah's head wid a pen, saar! De ideer's altogedder too 'posterous, saar. De swoard, saar, de swoord mus' win de argiment, saar." Dr. Crane said: "I tink Mr. Lewman a leetle too fas'. He's a-speakin' ob de times in de dim pas', when de mind ob man was crude, an' de han' ob man was in de ruff state, an' not tone down to de refinement ob cibilized times. Dey wasn't educated up to de use ob de pen. Deir han's was only fit for de ruff use ob de swoard. Now, as de modern poet says, our swoards rust in deir cubbards, an' peas, sweet peas, cover de lan'. An' what has wrot all dis change? De pen! Do I take a swoard now to get me a peck ob sweet taters, a pair ob chickens, a pair ob shoes? No, saar. I jess take my pen an' write an order for 'em. Do I want money? I don't git it by de edge ob de swoard; I writes a check. I want a suit ob clo'es, for ina stroke ob de pen, de mighty pen, de clo'es is on de way. I'se done." stance - Mr. Newsome said: "Wid all due 'spect to de learned gemman dat's jess spoke, we mus' all agree dat for smoovin' tings off an' a-levellin' tings down, dere's notting equals de swoard." Mr. Hunnicut said: "I agrees entirely wid Mr. Newsome; an' in answer to what Dr. Crane says, I would jess ask what's de use ob drawin' a check unless you's got de money in de bank, or a-drawin' de order on de store unless de store truss you? S'pose de store do truss, ain't it easier to sen' a boy as to write a order? If you got no boy handy, telegraf. No use for a pennot a bit. Who ebber heard ob Mr. Hill's pen? Nobody, saar. But his swoard, saar— -de swoard ob ole Bunker Hill, saar is known to ebbery chile in de lan'. If it hadden been for de swoard ob ole Bunker Hill, saar, whaar'd we niggers be tonight, saar? whaar, saar? In Georgia, saar, or wuss, saar. cullud man, saar, should ebber go back, saar, on de swoard, saar.” No Mr. Hunnicut's remarks seemed to carry a good deal of weight with the audience. After speeches by a number of others, the subject was handed over to the "committee," who carried it out and "sot on it." In due time they returned with the fol lowing decision: "De committee decide dat de swoard has de most pints an' de best backin', an' dat de pen is de most beneficial, an' dat de whole ting is about a stan'-off." |