[JANUARY 7, 1860.
SONG OF THE LOCOMOTIVE,
Fast1 through the sombre pine forests I flash,
funding the track with monotonous crash ;
lighting the gloom with a comet-like glare,
Thrilling with noises unearthly the air ;
Startling the turkey and co6n from their sleep—
'Mighty with motion resistless I sweep.
I lighten my road with a bit of a song !
Oh! I can sing, though of iron my throat, -- . .-
And discordant my wild supernatural note !
And the song that I sing is of danger and dread,
The midnight collision, the quivering dead ;
The power imperial that nothing can stay ;
The myriad of perils,that lurk by the way.
I shorten the road with a bit of a song!
Ho! there, old stoker, who think you control
This iron-ribbed animal, body and soul;
Why, one pant of my lungs, and one heave of my flank
Would flash you down yonder precipitous bank ; v
So dont be too proud of your muscle and bones—
For sixty feet down, there are horrible stones !
Dont think that I'm singing your funeral song !
For I know that behind me I carry a treasure,
And it thrills through my nerves with a singular pleasure.
There the bride by her newly-wed husband reposes,
And the bronze of his cheek is faint flushed by her roses;
And the pale mother sits with her babe at her bosom,
Like a lily that just has unfolded a blossom.
Soft as the winds of the Summer my song!
But hang all this sentiment! I am a steed
That lives on the wild inspiration of speed;
I feed upon distance, I grapple with space,
My soul is a furnace—my life is a race ;
The long prairie shakes with my thunderous tread,
And my dissonance curdles the air overhead ;
The mountains I split with reverberant song!
Yet sometimes I think when I'm housed for the night,
I may-live to behold the decay of my-migjit ;
For not far from my stable I often behold'"
A decrepit old Loco, once gallant and bold ;
Now his piston is gouty, his boiler is " bust,"
And the gold of his harness is eaten with rust.
Rotting so long,
With never a mouthful of coals, nor a song!
Oh! better to die in the hour of my pride,
.. Far better to perish in tunnel or tide !—
Ha! what red light is this that's advancing amain?
'Tis iny rival reluming—the haughty down train i
Clear the track ! I'm upon ye! Hurrah! what a smash 1'
Jg There, old fellow, I think I have settled your hash—
BaS3 ~ ' ' Bong! bong! ,
rnr*Rather too crippled to finish my song! \
BEWARE OF IMITATIONS!"
John Brown of Ossawatomie was hung by Henry Wise*of Virginia for invading the South, at the head of twenty-two men, in
order to carry out his' peculiar views regarding the Peculiar Institution.
Although Wise claimed to have done this, act with the intention
of making an example of Brown, we confess that we did not expect
to see him follow that example so promptly. The following extract
from his-speech before the seceding Southern Sawbones will explain
our meaning and his intentions :
If I can get one hundred men—aye, or ten men—to follow me, whether the
Legislature authorizes it or not, I will go North, and if the Southern people are the
men of purpose, the men of will, the men of moral power I take them to be, then,
rather than let this Union be dissolved, they will drive into Canada every black republican, everyabolitionist, every Northern disunionist!
It will be seen by this that Henry Wise is only an imitation of
John Brown, although a braver man—wanting, indeed, less than
half of Brown's army to accomplish^twice as much.
We have not time to explain to Wise the danger he would be in,
if he ventured into our hemp-growing districts as Brown ventured
into the cotton-growing regions, of the South ; but, should we, this
side of Mason and Dixon's Line, be disturbed with Wise and Warfare, he will speedily find out the Why's and Wherefore.
An Imperial Joke.
The^Ewiperor intends gmng through withV,regular ^course of Topography, at
Compiegne, shortly, in order to renew his knowledge of that science In air its
branches.—[Paris Cor. of a daily paper.
We have private information (from our Own Correspondent and
Secret Emissary) that the Emperor does this merely for an opportunity of saying: ^ /
I am Monarch of all I Survey !
Theory of Casts.
Many theatres are calling public attention to their remarkable
casts. Look upon them, and you will discover that in most cases
the casts are all in your eye.
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Woe on Wheels.
There is ho such thing as getting credit in an omnibus ; you always have to " pay up."
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By the Way. .
Is the new Broadway pavement as good as it is Cracked Up to be ?
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Popular Ingredients for a Bowery Drama.
Mots and Lies.
The early bird's beak.
A Dew Bill.
The G-ame of the Edinburgh Brewer.