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THE OLD WAYS AND THE NEW.
hearty like, and dropped right into a chair between the two purty girls, and the ould chap winked at me and roared again.
Dennis is me father-in-law now, and he often yet delights to tell our children about their daddy's adventure wid the owl.
THE OLD WAYS AND THE NEW.
JOHN H. YATES.
I'VE juet come in from the meadow, wife,
where the grass is tall and green; 'I hobbled out upon my cane to see John's new machine; 4> It made my old eyes snap again to see
that mower mow. T And I heaved a sigh for the scythe I I swung some twenty years ago.
Many and many's the day I've mowed 'neath
the rays of a scorching sun, Till I thought my poor old back would break
ere my task for the day was done; I often think of the days of toil in the fields
all over the farm, Till I feel the sweat on my wrinkled brow,
and the old pain come in my arm.
It was hard work, it was slow work, a-swing
ing the old scythe then: Unlike the mower that went through the
grass like death through the ranks of men. I stood and looked till my old eyes ached,
amazed at its speed and power; The work that it took me a day to do, it done
in one short hour.
John said that I hadn't seen the half: when
he puts it into his wheat, I shall see it reap and rake it, and put it in
bundles neat; Then soon a Yankee will come along, and set
to work and larn To reap it, and thresh it, and bag it up, and
send it into the barn.
John kinder laughed when he said it, but I said to the hired men,
"I have seen so much on my pilgrimage through my threescore years and ten.
That I wouldn't be surprised to see, a railroad in the air,
Or a Yankee in a flyin' ship a-goin' most anywhere."
There's a difference in the work I done, and
the work my boys now do; Steady and slow in the good old way, worry
and fret in the new; But somehow I think there was happiness
crowded into those toiling days, That the fast young men of the present will
not see till they change their ways.
To think that I ever should live to see work"
done in this wonderful way! Old tools are of little service now, and farmin'
is almost play; The women have got their sewin'-machines
their wringers, and every sich thing, And now play croquet in the door-yard, or
Bit in the parlor and sing.
'Twasn't you that had it so easy, wife, in the
days so long gone by; You riz up early, and sat up late, a-toilin' for
you and I. There were cows to milk; there was butter to
make; and many a day did you stand A-washin' my toil-stained garments, and
wringin' em out by hand.
HSJL0RIOUS New England! thou art still true to thy ancient fame, and worthy of thy ancestral honors. We, thy children, have assembled in this far distant land to celebrate thy birthday. A thousand fond associations throng upon us, roused by the spirit of the hour. On thy pleasant valleys rest, like sweet dews of morning, the gentle recollections of our early life; around thy hills and mountains cl'ng, like gathering mists, the mighty memories of the Revolution; and, far away in the horizon of thy past, gleam, like thy own bright northern lights, the awful virtues of our pilgrim sires! But while we devote this day to the remembrance of our native land, we forget not that in which our happy lot is cast. We exult in the reflection, that though we count by thousands the miles which separate us from our birth-place, still our country is the same. We are no exiles meeting upon the banks of a foreign river, to swell its waters with our home-sick tears. Here floats the same banner which rustled above our boyish heads, except that its mighty folds are wider, and ita glittering stars increased in number.
The sons of New England are found in every state of the broad republic! In the East, the South, and the unbounded West, their blood mingles freely with every kindred current. We have but changed our chamber in the paternal mansion; in all its rooms we are at home, and all who inhabit it are our brothers. To us the Union has but one domestic hearth; ita household gods are all the same. Upon us, then, peculiarly devolves the
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duty of feeding the fires upon that kindly hearth; of guarding with pious care those sacred household gods.
We cannot do with less than the whole Union; to us it admits of no division. In the veins of our children flows Northern and Southern blood; how shall it be separated ?—Who shall put asunder the best affections of the heart, the noblest instincts of our nature? We love the land of our adoption: so do we that of our birth. Let us ever be true to both; and always exert ourselves in maintaining the unity of our country, the integrity of the republic.
Accursed, then, be the hand put forth to loosen the golden cord of union! thrice accursed the traitorous lips which shall propose its severance!
But no! the Union cannot be dissolved. Its fortunes are too brilliant to be marred; its destinies too powerful to be resisted. Here will be their greatest triumph, their most mighty development.
And when, a century hence, this Crescent City shall have filled her golden horns :—when within her broad-armed port shall be gathered the products of the industry of a hundred millions of freemen;—when galleries of art and halls of learning shall have made classic this mart of trade; then may the sons of the Pilgrims, still wandering from the bleak hills of the north, stand up on the banks of the Great River, and exclaim, with mingled pride and wonder.—" Lo! this is our country;—when did the world ever behold so rich and magnificent a city—so great and glorious a republic!"
He was blessed with a partner, both comely \ with surprise,
and smart, i For he scarce could be made to believe his
And ten "olive branches,"—four girls and! own eyes;
six boys— j His astonishment o'er, he acknowledged, of Completed the household, divided its joys. course,