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RIGINAL ,CROSTICS,ON SOME OF THESTATES AND PRESIDENTSOF THEUNITED STATES,AND TARIOUS PTHER SUBJECTS,RELIGIOUS, POLITICAL AND PERSONAL.ILLUSTRATEDWITH FIFTY ENGRAVINGS.Br ROBERT BLACKWELL.NEW YORK:PUBLISHED FOR THE AUTHOR.1871.
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INDEX.Arkansas 72 esus 39Adams, John Quincy 19 ohn 40Atlanta Jackson, Ladies of 53Acklin, Mrs. Col. 35 Jennings, Sallie E. 54Applewhite, Dr. J. N. 84 Jamaica 82Augusta 50 erusalem 895 Jackson, Andrew 9Blackwell, Robert 5Brown, Robert. 13 Lincoln, Abraham 29Brandy 4 Lafayette, M. De 38Bell, William 34 Lancaster 43Buchanan, James 37 Light 76Bell, John 45Bourland, Ellen F. 47 Machine, Sewing 35Blackwell, Elizabeth 88 Mist 41Bell, B. S. 47 Mary 44Blackwell, John L. 57 Maryland 51Blackwell, Mary T. 89 Mlarriage 52Bragg, Laura J. 66Moon, Sarah P. 54Bible 63 Moon, Wm. T. 56Blackwell, Micajah .oo McLean, Judge .Baldwin, R. .5 Massachusetts .Cheatham, Dr. W. N. 25 North, Soldiers of o5Crenshaw, Annie E.. 23 North, Ladies of o. .Cole, Dr. Isaac N. ews 40Childs, S.R. 44 North CarolinaCars .46 Nebraska 63Clay, Henry 49Cable, Atlantic 55. Oil, Ambrosial 46Columbus, Christopher 59 Oddities, Two 58Carolina, North 60Connecticut, 1o Pennsylvania 102Charity--Faith--Hope 7 Polk, James K. 3Cosgrove, Charles 85 Prince, Mistress M. 6oChase, The 67California 72 Rum 4Croge, Spencer 73 R riesComet 76 Revelries 65Cole, Dr. J. L. 76 Reves, Nancy 62Canton, Ladies of 77 S. T. May 66Dameron, E. H. 64 Smith,Fanny 62Dean, Elizabeth 97 Springfield, Ladies of 94Di ers, Snuff 9 Springs, Chalybeate 86Delaware 83 Sleep, Amount of 85Sun 7Emmet, Robert .8 Stars 67Earth 34 Sherman, Gen. 79Fox, Maggie C. 42 Terry, Susan A. 24Flushing I., Thomas. M. H. 45Fillmre, Millard 99 T. Miss Harriet 96Fame 80 Tea 5oTennessee 60Grant, Ulysses 31 Thomas, Emma 73Gospel, go ye 03 Taylor, Zachery 75Georgia 7 Titsworth, Sarah A. 70Hendrickson, Hendrick A. 2 Union 5Hill, Frances E. 2 Utah 77Hope 42 83Hume, Mr. 56 Vermont .Head, River 82Webster, DanielHill, Nettle 95 WebsterDaniel 81Hampshire, New 69 Washington, City of 68Howard, Ann 95 Wife, AIy 91Washington, George 7efferson, Thomas 4York, New .ohnson, Andrew 17 York, New 102
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. -ACROSTIC.RHYMING is now my occupation,Oft times I write on subjects new,By this I rise to observation,Expecting pay for what I do;Regarding men of higher station,They read my book, and pay me, too.Burlesque me not, ye wise and knowing,Let me but work and make my rhymes,All I would ask is half a showing,Come, gentlemen, hand o'er your dimes;Keep them no more in pockets tight,"When people work they want their pay.Encourage worth with talents bright-Little critics, now clear the way,Learn first to spell before you write.ACROSTIC.UNITED in heart, to thee firmly we cling;Not fearing the world while thy praises we sing;Impressed with thy charms, thy grandeur and might,Our pride and our glory, while to thee we hold tight,No nation can awe us or put us to flight!
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 7ACROSTIC.Go, read the history of the earth,Each book, and try to findOne man so loved for sterling worth,Respected, more refined-Greater, and of a better birth,Endeared more to mankind.We read, that ere to fight he went,All brave of heart to do and dare,Some one beheld our hero bent,His God to seek in humble prayer.In that behold his faith in God-Not in the prowess of his sword.Great chieftain, gift of heaven above,There never was a manOn earth deserved more praise or love,Not e'en since time began.First President of the United States.Born in Virginia, February 22,1732. President from 1789 to 1797-eight years. Died De-cember I, 1799.MORAL LESSON- WASHINGTON'S FILIAL PIETY.GEORGe WASHINGTON, when young, was about to go to sea as a midshipman;every thing was arranged ; the vessel lay opposite his father's house; the littleboat had come on shore to take him off, and his whole heart was bent on going.After his trunk had been carried down to the boat, he went to bid his motherfarewell, and saw the tears bursting from her eyes. However, he said nothingto her; but he saw that his mother would be distressed if he went, and, perhaps,never be happy again. He just turned round to the servant, and said, " Goand tell them to fetch my trunk. I will not go away to break my moth-er's heart." His mother was struck with the decision, and she said to him,"George, God has promised to bless the children that honor their parents,and I believe that he will bless you." The young man who thus honored hisparents was afterward honored by his countrymen, and will be to the end oftime.
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 9ACROSTIC.GREAT and noble, brave and free,Ever faithful, kind was he;No one could bend his iron will,Earth could not his spirit quell;Read his exploits o'er and o'er,And you'll love him more and more.Low though he sleeps, his virtues shine,And will until the end of time.Now go with him through all life's scenes,Down to the battle of New Orleans;Respect the course he is pursuing,Enter on the battle's plain,Witness the dying and the slain;Judge from what you see him doing,All his efforts were not in vain;Cities though are saved from ruin,Kindled is the very air-See the British in despair-On each foe destruction hurl'd-Now his fame surrounds the world.Seventh President of the United States.Born in North Carolina, March 15, 1767. President from 1829 to 1837-eight years. DiedJune 8, 1845. ,MORAL LESSON.Lord Tenterden, who was the son of a barber, had too much good sense tofeel any false shame on that account. It is related of him, that when, in anearly period of his professional career, a brother barrister, with whom he hap-pened to have a quarrel, had the bad taste to twit him on his origin, his manlyand severe reply was, " Yes, sir, I am the son of a barber; if you had been theson of a barber, you would have been a barber yourself."
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 11ACROSTIC.JusT read his dear name, and his merits proclaim;Unflinching from duty, he rose up to fame;Discerning true worth in the Christians of earth,God giving him faith, he sought the new birth.Embracing which, he exulting could seeJehovah's own Son his Savior to be.Made glorious and bright, with heaven in sight,Captivating our hearts, he marched on to might.Leaving nothing undone, while 'neath the bright sun,Ever faithful and kind, many victories he won;And with his last words, he shouted in death;Not fearing to die, surrendered his breath.ACROSTIC.MAKE all thy men in this Union confide,And resolve to sustain it, since thousands have died,Suffering with hunger, with hardships, and pains,Sickness, and tortures, to free us from chains;And since those chains that bound us once fastCan never more gall, while the Union shall last,Hold back the turbulent and make them seeUnion of States is the strength of the free;So should thy sons in the future be foundEndeavoring to scatter dissension around;Those traitors arrest, though fierce and though bold,Their crimes to punish before we are soldSlaves to Europe, that tyrant of old.One of the original thirteen. Population 1860,1,231,494. Number of square miles, 7,800.
12 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.HATING all wrong, let us be strong,Each holy joy to saints belong;Now, knowing this, the Lord of mightDirect our feet in ways of right;Rich and the poor, the low and the high,In the cold grave must shortly lie;Convinced of this, now let us pray,King Jesus take our sins away,And make us both more useful be.How swift our lives away they flee;Exposed to pain at every br,: th,Now let us both prepare for death.Don't let us care what sinners say;Remember, if we humbly pray,Immanuel God, without a doubt,Converting us, will make us shout;Kept by free grace, the Christian knowsSalvation's streams still saving flows.Oh, let us, then, in Christ confide,Nor fear to own for us he died.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 13ACROSTIC.GLITTERING fameOf pearly white,Vigorous, andEthereal bright,Reflect his worth.Now on him gaze,Our people's choice,Resolve to praise,Just view him now,On glory bent,Striving to makeEach one content;Proclaiming truth,His name should beExtolled by all,Both bond and free.Receiving praise,O'er earth he goes,With head aboveNefarious foes.ACROSTIC.MADE under the law, defiled by sin,And by the spirit pure within;Redeemed by blood, from sin set free,Your soul will live while ages flee.
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 15ACROSTIC.THREATENED by foes on land and sea,Heeding not the powers that be,Our fathers, struggling to be free,Made us renowned, by giving theeA pen to write a declaration,Scorning chains and degradation,Just in time to save a nation,Expressing worth by demonstration;Flinching not, with pen in hand,For us so boldly took thy stand,Elevated by command,Rolled the ink to save our land.So long as stars and stripes shall waveO'er this land of the fair and brame,Nations will respect thy grave.Third President of the United States.Born in Virginia, April 18, 1743. President from 1801 to 1809-eight years.Died July 4, 826.MORAL LESSON.-WISDOM LEARNED FROM NATURE.AN Italian bishop struggled through great difficulties without repining orbetraying the least impatience. One of his intimate friends, who highly admiredthe virtues which he thought it impossible to imitate, one day asked the prelateif he could communicate the secret of being always easy. " Yes," replied theold man, " I can teach you my secret with great facility; it consists in nothingmore than making a right use of my eyes." His friend begged of him to explainhimself. "Most willingly," returned the bishop. "In whatever state I am, Ifirst of all look up to heaven, and remember that my principal business here isto get there; I then look down upon the earth, and call to mind how small aplace I shall occupy in it, when I die and am buried; I then look abroad intothe world, and observe what multitudes there are who are in all respects moreunhappy than myself. Thus I learn where true happiness is placed-where allour cares must end, and what little reason I have to repine or complain."
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ORIGINAL ACEOSTICS. 17ACROSTIC.ALL o'er these States, from sea to sea,Ne'er did we feel more need of light;Depending on Jehovah, weRegard thee, sir, as clothed with might;Each praying God to give to thee"Wisdom to guide our people right.Justly, O then, thy power extend,Opposing wrong of every kind !Hold to the right, each State defend,North and the South together bind.Secession rose but had an end,Overpowered as was designed,No more an advocate to find.Seventeenth President of the United States.Born in North Carolina, December 29, 1808. Succeeded to the Presidency onthe assassination of President A. Lincoln, April 14, 1865._____ _( .Aj, Ui s / ...ACROSTIC.NOTED afar as the city of rocks,And heroes brave and ladies fair,She sits enthroned on her cliff, and mocksHer envious rivals everywhere.View all her noble works of art-Increasing. Wealth on every hand;Lawyers, Statesmen, schools, and mart;Little to blame and much to praise,E'en here, if rich, would I spend my days.
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 19ACROSTIC.PEOPLE of this and distant climesRegarded him as one of worth;Each knowing him, did him adore,So long as he remained on earth.In learning none could him excel,Discussion was to him delight;Exploring was his mind, but stillNe'er was he known to swerve from right.Think of the height to which he rose,Jeweled with fame's bright diadem;Of those he was surrounded byHe stood above the best of them.Now if you wish to blot his nameQuite from beneath the sky,Uplift the sea first from its bed,Its mighty waves defy;"Not only so, but make the starsCease, at your word, to run,Yon silver moon, too, pluck it down,And paralyze the sun;Do all which we have named above,And then you can, no doubt,Make men forget his useful life,Sweep, too, his memory out.Sixth President of the United States.Born in Massachusetts, July 11, 1767. President from 1825 to 1829-four years. Died February23, 1848.MORAL LESSOX-CICERO. .. ...'THE great Roman orator was one day sneered at by one of his opponents, amean man of noble lineage, on account of his low parentage. "You are thefirst of your line," said the railer. "And you," replied Cicero, "are the last ofyours."
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 21ACROSTIC.FroST, wisdom seek, and with the meekRejoice, the name of Christ to speak;And 'neath the sun, all errors shun,Nor in the way of sinners run;Child as thou art, Christ wants thy heart,Entreats thee, too, from sin to part;So let us bow to Jesus now,Embracing faith, he tells thee howVile sinners may find out the way,And keep the road to endless day.His wondrous love be thine to prove;In Christ we live, in him we move;Low at his feet, that safe retreat,Let us his matchless worth repeat.MORAL LESSON.LORD Tenterden, who was the son of a barber, had too much good sense tofeel any false shame on that account. It is related of him, that when, in an earlyperiod of his professional career, a brother barrister, with whom he happenedto have a quarrel, had the bad taste to twit him on his origin, his manly andsevere reply was, " Yes, sir, I am the son of a barber; if you had been the sonof a barber you would have been a barber yourself."
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 23ACROSTIC.JUSTICE and truth he loved from his youth,And, as in years, he grew old,More wise he became, till he won a proud name,Ever to be bright; while stars give us light,Shall the world of his wisdom be told.Kindest of men, there ne'er was a penPointed with gems could praise him too high;O'er the statesman true now hundreds we view,Lamenting the hour when God, by his power,Kindled disease, and caused him to die.Eleventh President of the United States.Born in North Carolina, November 2, 1795. President from 1845 to 1849-four years. DiedJune 15, 1849. Glory to his name and peace to his ashes.His fame it will last while ages go past,Kind husband, great statesman, though dead,Our people do boast of his valor and trust,On the marble which covers his head.(Inscribed to Mrs. James K. Polk.)MIORAL LESSON-KNOCKING A VAY THE PROPS." SEE, father," said a lad who was walking with his father, " they are knock-ing away the props from under the bridge. What are they doing that for ?Won't the bridge fall ? ""They are knocking them away," said the father, " that the timbers mayrest more firmly upon the stone piers which are now finished."THE APPLICA TIO.God often takes away our earthly props, that we may rest more firmly onhim. God sometimes takes away a man's health that he may rest upon Him forhis daily bread. Before his health failed, though, perhaps, he repeated dailythe words, " Give us this day our daily bread," he looked to his own industryfor that which he asked of God. That prop being taken away, he rested whollyon God's bounty. When he receives his bread, he receives it as the gift of God.God takes away our friends, that we may look to him for sympathy. When curaffections were exercised on objects around us, when we rejoiced in their abun-dant sympathy, we did not feel the use of Divine sympathy; but when theywere taken away we felt our need of God's sympathy and support. We werebrought to realize that he alone can give support, and form an adequate portionfor the soul. Thus are our earthly props removed, that we may rest firmly andwholly upon God.
24 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.RED fire of hell-uncooling drink,Unpitying foe, now stop and think;Make men no more to ruin sink.THERE is a sufficient quantity of fermented and distilled liquor used in theUnited States to fill a canal 14 feet wide and 120 miles long.The liquor saloons and hotels of New York city, if placed in opposite rows,would make a street-like Broadway-eleven miles in length. If the victims ofthe rum traffic were there also, we should see a suicide at every mile, and athousand funerals every day. Such are its appalling results lACROSTIC.BLASTING hopes of man and wife,Real source of grief and strife;A curse on land, a curse on sea,No man of sense will drink of thee,Drying all the vitals up,Yet fools this poison daily sup.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 25ACROSTIC.DENOUNCER of wrong and defender of right,Occupying a place resplendently bright;Commanding our songs, our homage, and our praise;Though having strong vision, on thee when we gaze,Our eyes are dazzled, for we see so much lightReflected from thee that we scarcely can write.We wish thee much pleasure through all coming days,And thy most charming bride, deserving our praise,Convinced of her merits, her graces, and worth,Having wed her, the best of mortals on earth,Extol her, protect her, each day through the year,And, others forsaking, her presence prefer;'Twill give her true joy thy affection to tell,Her face wreathed with smiles, all confusion to quell,And drive away darkness, preventing all strife,Making thousands adore both thee and thy wife.TAKE WARNING.THE judgment-day is just ahead,And ere one hundred years be fled,All those now living will be dead,And sleeping in their narrow bed.Then let us all from slumber wake,And this resolve with firmness make:We will at once our sins forsake,And the bright road to glory take.2
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 27ACROSTIC.MORE fool than wise, more knave than saint,And yet he had so many charms,Reclining on his chair of ease,The people took him to their arms;In all his glory they saw him rise,Not clothed with virtue, but with disguiseVows he broke from day to day,And though he made a great display,No good of him can mortal say.But still from us he homage claims,Unmindful of his traitorous aims;Robed in the garments of a foe,Enticing men with him to go-Not to heaven, but down below.Eighth President of the United States.Born In New York, December 5, 1782. President from 1837 to 1841-four years.FABLE-THE FOX AND THE GOAT.A Fox having tumbled by chance into a well, had been casting about a longwhile to no purpose how he should get out again, when, at last, a goat came tothe place, and wanting a drink, asked Reynard whether the water was good."Good," says he; "aye, so sweet that I am afraid I have surfeited myself, Ihave drank so abundantly." The goat, upon this, without any more ado, leapedin, and the fox, taking advantage of his horns, by the assistance of them, as nim-bly leaped out, leaving the poor goat at the bottom of the well to shift for him-self.THE APPLICATION.The doctrine taught us by this fable is no more than this: that we ought to consider who it isthat advises us before we follow the advice. For, however plausible the counsel may seem, if theperson that gives it is a crafty knave, we may be assured that he intends to serve himself in itmore than us, if not to erect something to his own advantage out of our ruin.The little, poor country attorney, ready to starve, and sunk to the lowest depths of poverty, forwant of employment, by such arts as these, draws the'squire, his neighbor, into the gulf of the law;until, laying hold on the branches of his revenue, he lifts himself out of obscurity, and leaves theother immured in the bottom of a mortgage.
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 29ACROSTIC.PEECEIVE him now standing before us to-day,Resemblance of all that is noble and true;Enamored at the sight, though he sleeps in the clay,Still we love from our hearts his image to view.In his converse and presence we all took delight;Discerning true wisdom in Freedom's great son;Endowed with good sense, he rose up to might,Ne'er swerving from duty, ere his race it was run-The rebels and traitors he put them to flight.All knew him as honest, persevering, and good;Long services like his will ne'er be forgot,It was at the head of our councils he stood,Not dreaming of danger, when, alas he was shot.Could grieving awake our Statesman and guide,Our weeping and wailing would do it we know;Loving his country, like a martyr, he died,Not knowing the man who laid him so low.Sixteenth President of the United States.Born in Hardin Co., Ky., February 12, 1809. President from 1861 to his assas-sination, which took place April 14, 1865.ACROSTIC.DREADFUL monster-ruthless foe !Ever traveling to and fro,And causing tears of grief to flow;The great and loved, and those that beHale and strong, must yield to thee.
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 31ACROSTIC.GIVE him due praiseEach man that beNow living onEarth's soil free,Read how he fought,And bravely, too,Leading his men.Great, wise, and true,Reflecting worth;A hero, heNe'er will succumbTo foes that be.ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT was born in Clermont County, Ohio, on the 27th day of April,1822, in a small one-story cottage, which is still standing on the banks of the Ohio, commanding aview of the Ohio River and the Kentucky shore.MORAL LESSON-LUTHER MARTINAND THE YOUNG LAWYER.WE heard an anecdote of this distinguished lawyer, a few days ago, which we remember tohave met with in print, but which is so good that it will do to tell again.Martin was on one occasion riding to Annapolis in a stage coach, in which was a solitary com-panion, a young lawyer, just commencing the practice of law. After some familiar conversation,the young gentleman said:"Sir, you have been remarkably successful in your profession-few have gained so manycases-will you be good enough to communicate to me, a beginner, the secret of your wondroussuccess ?""I'll do it, young man, on one condition, and that is, that you defray my expenses during mystay of a few days at Annapolis.""Willingly," replied the young man, hoping thereby to profit greatly by the communication."The secret of my success," said Martin, "may be discovered in this advice, which I now giveyou, namely: Deny every tingy, and insist upon proof.' "On reaching Annapolis, Luther Martin was not very self-denying in the enjoyment presentedby a fine hotel; the substantials and general refreshments were dispatched in a manner quitegratifying to mine host. The time for return at length came. The young man and Martin stoodtogether at the bar, demanding their respective bills.Martin's was enormous, but on glancing at it, he quietly handed it to the young lawyer, who,running his eye over it, leisurely returned it with the utmost gravity." Don't you intend to pay it?" said Martin."Pay what?" said the young lawyer."Why, pay this bill. Did you not promise, on the route downward, that you would defray myexpenses at the hotel?"" My dear sir," said the young gentleman, " I deny every thing, and insist upon proof."Martin at once saw that he was caught, and eyeing his young friend a moment or two, he said,pleasantly, " You don't need any counsel from me, young man-you don't need any counsel fromme."
32 ROBERT BLACKWELL'II EIit i f '"THIS fine machine,Before us seen,While we its charms proclaim;We only knowThat it can sew,But cannot tell its name.Still we suppose'Twas made by thoseWho understood the artOf forming right,Machin'ry bright,To cheer each loving heart.'Tis making dimesMore prized than rhymes;Earth with its fame is ringing.While sitting there,That lady fairAbout its worth is singing.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 33ACROSTIC.SWEET is the breath of morn when we arise;Unspeakably sweet to look uponSo wondrous a work as the lucid skies;And a creature formed like thee, bright one,No living man can fail to prize.Aurora gilds the morn with light-'Tis her's to drive all gloom away,Each one behold her charms and might,Resplendent goddess of the day,Round earth she drives her chariot bright,Yet not of her, of thee, we write.ACROSTIC.ANNIE, sweet Annie, it ne'er was my lot'Neath the blue bending skies, in palace or cot,'Neath the tropical sun or the snow-covered crest,In the Orient East, or the beauty-famed West,E'er to meet, e'en in dreams, with an angelic face,Enshrined in a form that an houri would grace;Combined in one being, virtue, gentleness, love,Refining the circle in which she might move,Enhancing, exhalting, enriching with good,Ne'er till now in such presence enrapt have I stood.Still long have I hoped such a lady to meet-Have fondly believed such a being I'd greet;And now, having found her, I fain at thy shrineWould kneel, worship, idolize, beauty like thine.2*
34 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.EXPLORING all its beauties, I never can its Author doubt,As fancy flies from pole to pole, and the eye looks roundabout,Reflecting on its wondrous size, remembering all I see,The blessed Lord from nothing spake; and for a worm likemeHe left his shining home above, and died upon a tree.ACROSTIC.WITH firmness and with holy fear,In the work of Christ engage,Let nothing ever thee deter,Loud although the tempest rage,In deep retirement God is nigh,And in the gloom of nightMan may on his grace rely,Benignity, truth and might;Ever, then, adore his name,Let sinners scoff, the world defame,Let heaven be thy only aim.( Of Virginia.)
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 35ACROSTIC.MEN sing of thy graces, and drink to thy health,Renowned for thy beauty, thy wisdom, and wealth,Scarce know we one mortal so good as thyself.Could we be permitted thy worth to proclaim,Our hills and our valleys would ring with thy name,Loud sounding, like thunder, extending thy fame,And waking from slumber all mortals around,Completely enchanting the learned and profound;Knowing thy merits, thy praises would sound;Loving most justly such perfection to view,Interesting our hearts, with equals but few,Ne'er swerving, while living, thy pleasures pursue.ACROSTIC.MY niece most kind, for bliss designed,As one of sense, improve thy mind;Respecting, too, each mortal true,Yield not to sin, like others do.Eschewing wrong, be firm and strong,Craving knowledge, now march along,And gladly sing, to Christ I cling,MIaker of earth and every thing.Proud would I be thy face to see,Because thou art so dear to me;Each hour, each day, for thee I pray.Loving the right, with death in sight,Let us for realms of glory fight.(Of Crawford Co., Arkansas.)
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 37ACROSTIC.JUGGLING old men we hate to see,And such a man should never beMade for to rule the brave and free.Evil-minded, most greedy, too,See how he spends the revenue.Base-hearted, mean, intriguing, sly,Unfit to live, unfit to die,Corrupted by a Northern band,Hating the South our native land-A curse to all, to child and sire-No one should such a fame desire.All the prayers of this whole nationNeed now be made for his salvation.(Composed just before he left the White House, 1861.)MORAL LESSON-THE SLANDERER'S FALL.ONE of the favorites of Artaxerxes, ambitious of getting a place possessed byone of the king's best officers, endeavored to make the king suspect that offi-cer's fidelity; and to that end, sent information to court full of calumnies againsthim, persuading himself that the king, from the great credit he had with hismajesty, would believe the thing upon his bare word, without further examina-tion. Such is the general character of calumniators. The officer was impris-oned; but he desired of the king, before he was condemned, that his cause mightbe heard, and his accusers ordered to produce their evidence against him. Theking did so; and as there was no proof of his guilt but the letters which hisenemy had written against him, he was cleared, and his innocence fully con-firmed by the three commissioners who sat upon his trial. Allthe king's indig-nation fell upon the perfidious accuser, who had thus attempted to abuse the con.fidence and favor of his royal master.
38 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.MY song and praise shall be of one,Among the greatest mortals, who,Regarding us when struggling hard,Quickly to our succor flew."Undesigning in all he done,Intrepid, wise, and generous man,Soon for himself bright laurels won.Disinterested, here he came,Equipped with armor shining bright,Leading forth his soldiers, who,At his expense, came here to fight.For us he fought, was wounded, too,And for our cause did suffer pain;Yet, soon as he recovered strength,Enlisted in the war again.The sun and moon will first grow dim,The concave melt, the planets fall,E'er men will cease to reverence him.A Major-General in the American army; is justly celebrated for leaving animmense estate, the best of friends, and, above all, a beloved wife, to fight thebattles of a strange people in a far-off country. This generous act will render hisname immortal. He was born in France, September, 1757, and died at La-grange, in 1830, and now lies buried in France, near Paris, sleeping between hisheroic wife and beloved daughter.MORAL LESSON-REASON FOR SINGULARITY.A CELEBRATED old General used to dress in a fantastic manner, by way of mak-ing himself better known. It is true, people would say-" Who is that oldfool ?" but it is also true that the answer was, " That is the famous General- who took such or such a place."
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 39ACROSTIC.JUST and holy Lamb of God!Ever may I trust thy bloodSo long as life remains to me;Uphold me, now to thy cross I bow,Save me by thy mercy free.ACROSTIC.LEADING us right, possessing might,Our hearts and wills controlling;Viewless, but still it seems to fillEarth with its darts consoling.
40 ROBERT BLACKWELL 'ACROSTIC.NEVER falter, never tire,Ever faithful horse to me;We are traveling, traveling fastly,Soon in sight of home to be.ACROSTIC.JESus Christ, the truth, the way,On Him trust from day to day;Harmless, blameless, strive to be,1N r fear to own He died for thee.ACROSTIC.WE grieve that we thy scourges see,And, supplicating, ask of thee,Relentless monster, from us flee.(Composed in 1864.)
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 41ACROSTIC.DIRECTED by wisdom,Onward he hies,Co-acting with men,Those seeking a prizeOf glories now shiningRemote in the skies.In all his actsSuch grandeur we see,As beggars description;A mortal more freeCan never be found,Nor desired to be.Concerning his goodness,Of this we are sure,Like a Christian he triesEach person to cure.ACROSTIC.MAY all thy days be days of bliss,In this low world of care;Solid and lasting peace is thisTo have of death no fear.
42 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIO.HOLD her canvas to the breeze,O'er the waves she rides with ease,Praise to God, of our life the giver,Each one from harm he can deliver.ACROSTIC.MOST worthy and sweet,A mirror of light;Glittering like diamonds,Glorious and bright;Industrious, and givingEach mortal delight;Captivating our hearts,Firm, faithful each day.On thy name when we write,X stands in the way.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 43ACROSTIC.ONWARD march, never lagging,Never on thy riches bragging;Let thy walls more wide extend,And thy sons from harm defend;Never let no foe invade thee,Cast out those who would degrade thee;And make thy sons and daughters beShining lights among the free.Though Philadelphia is much longer,Enriched with men, perhaps some stronger,Regard it not, though thou art smaller.Can she boast of houses taller ?Is she possessed of ladies fairer?Truer? No, we can compare her,Yea, and even prove that shePossesses few so fair as thee;Exquisite in their forms and features,No city hath such lovely creatures,Nor none possesses better preachers.Some few on earth may be more wealthy,Yet we know of none so healthy.Laurels around thy walls are clinging,Virtuous ladies, too, are singing,And others working hard, while weNow are speaking, praising thee.Indeed we love no place so well,And yet thy worth we fail to tell.VIRTUE.His hand the good man fastens on the skies,And bids earth roll, nor feels her idle whirl.-YOUNG.
44 ROBERT BLACKWELL'sACROSTIC.SWEET music round this place is ringing,Ringing softly-stop and hear;Childs has come, just hear him singing,He was made our hearts to cheer;It is a piano he is playing-Let us go and near him stand,Detain us not, for we must buy it,Since he keeps the best on hand.ACROSTIC.MAY Heaven inspire me now with rhyme,A power to write some pleasing line;Rich in love, and rich in grace,Your beauty and many charms to trace.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 45ACROSTIC.MORE pure than the gems of Olympian stream,Inclning to good, of beauties the Queen;" Seductive her charms, as a poet's young dream,"Supremely beloved is the maid of my theme.Many beauties I've seen, North, South, East, and West,Acrosticised hundreds, in earnest and jest,Respected and loved some, flattered the rest,Yet she, and she only, reigns Queen of my breast.High above others her accomplishments soar;An anthem of praise might be sung of her lore,Never written by Byron, Scott, Shakspeare, or Moore;Nor dreamed of by poets or painters of yore !And her wit sparkles bright amid pleasure's throng,IHeart-thrilling her accents, as love's ardent song.Thus wisdom, and beauty, and virtue unite,Harmonious in her as dreams of the night.O, could I depict that transcendent delightMy heart felt when first she enraptured my sight!All trembling with transport, I gazed on her face,Seraphic she seemed, as an angel of grace.ACROSTIC.(Composed 1860.)JTUST read the name of him to beOur President; most wise is he,His cheerful face, as all agree,None but his foes dislike to see.Both parties can in him repose,Every man, including foes;Law-abiding man, he showsLove for truth where'er he goes.Born near Nashville, Tennessee, 1796, and entered public life during Federal Administration ofJohn Quincy Adams, and in 1860was run by the American Party as acandidate for the Presidency.
46 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.CLATTER, clatter, here they come,A wondrous source of power,Running at a rapid rate,Some thirty miles per hour.ACROSTIC.ALL cases of headache 'twill cure at a touch,Men and dear ladies can't praise it too much;Because 'tis marvelous and cheering to read,Respecting its power to cure with such speed.Old sores, sore throats, and dyspepsia it cures,Sprains, and all cuts, wherever it goes;It cures the bronchitis, it cures the sore eyes,And it cures the diarrhea, as no one denies;Langour of spirits 'twill remove in a day,One dose will do it-no cure no pay;It cures all bites, for which you should buy it;Ladies and gents afflicted now try it.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS, 47ACROSTIC.ENCHANTING men with smiles so free,Look now on one, to love a slave;Let me but thy admirer be,Each day to speak in praise of thee-No greater boon than this I crave.For though renowned, I do not seek,Lady, to win that heart of thine;Of worth alone I wish to speak;Regarding thee with pure design,I view thee as too good and meek,Notwithstanding sometimes I rhyme,Ever to take this hand of mine.But still for all, I thee admire,On thee would gaze both day and night,Unerring tune thy golden lyre,Repeat those songs which give delight.Lady, I feel a holy fireAlways when dwelling in thy sight,Nor would I here more wealth desire,Did I possess a gem so bright.ACROSTIC.BLUSHING now with the tint of health,Sing on God's praises free;Bless'd with that grace, more prized than wealth,Each sinful pleasure flee;Looking above, and like myself,Long with the Lord to be.t
48 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.(Composed in 1860.)SURPASSED by none beneath the sun,At his face we love to gaze;Dull care begone, from morn till morn.One so wise we love to praise;Untainted by corruption's dye,Generous man, possessing worth,Let every State his acts relate,And spread his fame, and him proclaimSuperior to the sons of earth.MORAL LESSON-A WOMAN'S PROMISE.HENRY CAREY, cousin to Queen Elizabeth, after having enjoyed her majesty'sfavor for several years, lostit in the following manner: As he was walking oneday, full of thought, in the garden of the palace, under the Queen's window, sheperceived him, and said to him, in a jocular manner: "What does a man thinkof when he is thinking of nothing ?""Upon a woman's promise," said Carey."Well done, cousin," answered Elizabeth.She retired, but did not forget Carey'sanswer. Some time after he solicitedthe honor of a peerage, and reminded the Queen that she had promised itto him."True," replied she, "but that was a woman's promise."
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 4.9ACROSTIC.IENCEFORTH we are of him bereft,Of him who won a nameNo other mortal man has leftOn these low shores of fame.Rising from youth to fame and might,And with the wise and great,Benign he labored, day and night,Long grievance to abate;Endeared to us and deep in thought,He did his wit display,Even those who his ruin soughtNo harm of him could say,Refuting every doctrine bad,Yet craving not a name;Calm, and in his right mind clad,Leaped up to wealth and fame.At Washington he passed away,Yet his fame can ne'er decay.(Written on his death.)ACROSTIC.RESPECTED byEach mortal true,Victorious onThe right pursue;Make all you canFrom sin to flee;In doing whichNow pray that weNot one may err;Each loving worth,Your name revere.3
50 ROBEBT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.THtorJa tea, you know, caused blood to flow,Extol it still, I trust you will,And buy of me, and let me go.ACROSTIC.ALL admire thy beauty, thy streets are so wide,Undefiled by drunkards, few passing this way;Green wave thy tall trees, of rich Georgia the pride,"Undergoing a change, for the better, each day,Spreading and lengthening; here thousands have rolledTo greet their true friends and companions of old,And made, by industry, ten thousands of gold.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 51ACROSTIC."READ her life, ye rich and poor,Unbounded praises to her give;Though she died in days of yore,Her virtuous name will ever live.(The Moabitess.)ACROSTIC.MAJESTIC and rich, her name we adore,A comfort to all, to the rich and the poor;Revealing true worth to the men of each State,Yet half of her charms we can not relate;Look at her cities and mansions around,Alive with sweet ladies, for beauty renowned;Neat and most lovely, behold them, we pray,Directing their course to the mansions of day.
52 LOBERT BLACKWELL 'ACROSTIC.MosT solemn sight, to them delight,As their hands they willing join;Roll on, ye years, be free from cares,Rich flowers round their pathway twine.It has been said that those who wedAre the ones most free from strife;Glad tidings to the high and low,Each man should get a lovely wife.MORAL LESSON-IOWV TO WIN.A MAN who is very rich now, was very poor when he was a boy. Whenasked how he got his riches, he replied: "My father taught me never to playtill my work was finished, never to spend money until I had earned it. If I hadbut half an hour's work to do in a day, I must do that the first thing, and inhalf an hour. And after this I was allowed to play; and I could then play withmuch more pleasure than if I had the thought of an unfinished task before mymind. I early formed the habit of doing every thing in its time, and it soonbecame perfectly easy to do so. It is to this habit I owe my prosperity."Let every one who reads this go and do likewise, and he will meet a similarreward.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 53ACROSTIC.THE learned and the wise,How I love and I prizeEach virtue composing their worth.Like angels they shine,All lovely, divine,Dispelling much darkness from earth.In the days of their youthEmbracing the truth,Soothing the high and the low.Observe what I say,For a moment, I pray,Just view them as onward they go,Adorning each street,Conversing so sweet,Kind-hearted, most noble and free,Sublime are their ways.On them when I gaze,No blemish nor error I see.THE HEN AND THE SWALLOW.A HEN, finding some serpent's eggs in a dung-hill, sat upon them with a de-sign to hatch them, A swallow, perceiving it, flew toward her and said, withsome warmth and passion: "Are you mad, to sit hovering over a breed of suchpernicious creatures as you do? Be assured, the moment you bring them tolight, you are the first they will attack and wreak their venomous spite upon."
50 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.So lovely and sweet, with virtues complete,And a mind unclouded and pure,Regard what I write;Although 'tis night,Had I wings I'd fly to thy door.Proud to tell, I love thee so well,My affections are flowing to thee,One word more, I pray-Observe what I say,Next week be looking for me.ACROSTIC.SWEET smiles, more bright than rays of light,Adorn those lovely cheeks of thine;Looking so neat, with charms complete,Lady, now say, wilt thou be mine ?If thou art free, by marrying me,Each day I'll try to comfort thee,And make thy life quite free from strife,Justly acting toward my wife,Expecting her my heart to cheer,Never to scold, but call me dear.Now hear me through, believe me, too,I love thy smiling face to view.No mortal man here living canGive unto thee a heart so free,So full of love as mine for thee.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS.ACROSTIC.THERE are some who of thy future doubt;Has thou one word ? Now speak it out,Ere thy name be lost to fame.Already certain men are saying,Thy vital chords they are decaying;Lion of the sea, awake !And make those babblers fear and quake.Now we beseech, if thou art able,To prove thyself a talking cable,Interchange one word or so,Concerning of thy present woe;Cleave each rock beneath the sea,And prove thyself indeed to beBeneficial to the free;Like a king from slumber wake,Exulting, and thy sceptre take.(Composed on its refusing to operate.)
56 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.MOMENTS fast are gliding by us;In procession on they hie,Speechless, yet proclaiming loudlyThat we are mortal, and must die;Ere another day has fled,Remember, sir, we may be dead.How short our life, at longest, here;Upon this subject let us think,Make efforts for to win the skies,Ere to endless pain we sink.ACROSTIC."WIHILE nowIn youth,Love God,Love truth;In strengthAll glorious,March onVictorious.May the GodOf the free,Overruling,Nourish thee.(A boy about nine years old.)
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS.ACROSTIC.JOHN, dear brother, onward go,Overcoming every foe;Heavy though thy burdens be,Never cease to pray for me.Look at what we have to doBefore we can bright Canaan view;Love for God we must possess,And pray the Lord our foes to bless;Conscious we are born to die,Keep thine eyes uplifted high;With confidence to Jesus prayEvery hour throughout the day;Loving Him who died for thee,Let me repeat, now pray for me.(My youngest Brother.),s*
58 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.TURN this book, and at us look,Heed our features, too,Expressive, fine, our faces shine,To please such folks as you;With heads but four, we want no more,Our eyes give us no light;Our ears are deaf, but yet no griefDisturbs us day or night;Deprived of feet, we can not walkIn houses where we go;The reason why we do not sighIs left for you to know.Ever free from care are we,So turn this book, and at us look.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 59ACROSTIC.COMMISSIONED by the king of Spain,He did a fleet of ships prepare;Rejoicing, westward he set sailIn search of land, he knew not whereSome asserted he would findThe ocean deep, a boundless main;Others, by sailing west it wouldPrevent his coming back again.Hopeful still he kept his course,Ere long our glorious land he sees,Rich, and covered o'er with trees.Confirmed in what he thought was true,Our lovely land he bids farewell;Leaving this, with joy he wentUnto his own the news to tell.Men soon flocked here from every clime,Both young and old, the rich and poor,Until we see this happy landScattered now with cities o'er.CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS was a native of Genoa, and died at Valladolid, in theyear 1506, being about seventy years old. But this great man was unjustly de-prived of the honor of giving his name to this continent by Americus Vespu-cius, a native of Florence, who claimed the honor of being the first discovererof the main land.
60 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.No State more free from debt than she;O could the proud her farms but see !Rich farms of tar, rich farms of pitch-They would, methinks, pronounce her rich.Her bottom-land is very good,Covered with the best of wood,And will produce, when cleared away,Rich crops of wheat, rich crops of hay,Oats, too, and corn, tobacco and rye,Leap like tall trees, and seek the sky;Inviting us to go and view,Not only men, but women true,At work in corn and cotton, too.ACROSTIC.VIRGINI Virginia! I love thee so well!In youth o'er thy hills and thy streams did I roam;Resplendent with cities, in thee could I dwell,Glad, glad, would I leave thee, my fair sunny home.It was on thy soil that my parents first gazed,Near Banister river, not far from its mouth;Industrious, their children to labor they raised,And, hoping to enrich us, they moved to the South.DEAR MISS.THou art by far more dear to meThan all the gold and gems that be,"Whether on land or on the seaThere's none that can compare with thee.Thou art my own true heart's delight,Of thee I think both day and night;And this I deem but just and right,Since I can live but in thy light.
ORIGINAL ACROBTICS. 61ACROSTIC.MOST lovely one,I know of noneSo learned as thee beneath the sun;Thine eyes are bright,Reflecting light,Enrapturing me with true delight;So do not scorn at me, forlorn,Since on thy name I love to write.Made for to cheer,And wipe each tearRolling down from eyes most dear;The humble poorHaste to thy door,And feed upon thy bounteous store.Pleased with worth,Relieving dearth.In the highest circles on the earth,Nymphs we seeConversing free,Endeavoring hard to vie with thee.
62 ROBERT BLACKWELL'ACROSTIC.NEATER by far than a fine gold ring,And once on a time, hearing her sing,Nightingales came, her presence to greet,Conscious that they her music could beat,Yet failing in this, did quickly retreat,Resolving no more in the land to be heard.Excelled at last, by a mortal endeared,Visions of glory all vanished away;Each fearing to speak, did secretly sayShe sang more sweet than an angel to-day.ACROSTIC.FAIREST one, in thee we findA virtuous, pure, contented mind;Not only learned, not only wise;No man of sense can fail to prizeYour captivating, lovely eyes.Shedding light on all that be,Making men to bow to thee;In vain they bow, in vain they chat,They tell thee this, they tell thee that,Hear them not, but marry me.(Of Springfeld, Mo.)PRAISE.THE love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart;The proud, to gain it, toils on toils endure,The modest shun it but to make it sure.--YOUNG.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 63ACROSTIC.BOUNDLESS source of information-Information for the blind,Bringing words of consolation,Life and peace to soothe the mindExposed to grief of every kind.ACROSTIC.NEWLY settled,Enriched with fountains,Bounded byRough hills and mountains,And some of them,So very high,Kiss every cloudAs passing by.
64 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.'Tis vain to try to please such folks,Holding their heads like towering oaks;Each wrapped in self, can plainly seeSome error in all men that beExcept themselves, in whom they viewLearning, wit, and grandeur, too.Forgetting all but self alone,In search of wealth, to evil prone:Such living thus and dying so,How can they up to glory go ?ACROSTIC.ENRICH'D, refin'd, with brilliant mind,Love we to sing of one so kind,In whom we do perfection view.Zealous in works, most learn'd and true,Alluring to right, ye sons of might,Behold in her all graces bright.Enchanted by her piercing eye,The good, the wise, the great and high,Her name should love while ages fly.How few on earth possess such worth,Discreet and wise, of noble birth;All that is true in her we view,Made up of charms and graces, too;Each hour, each day, she goes to pray,Receiving strength to cheer her way;On glory bent, with good intentNe'er was a soul to ruin sent.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 65FIDELITYACROSTIC.WHILE men of sense still drink of thee,How can we hope much good to see ?It seems, indeed, most strange to meSuch men should boast as being free;Kept in chains, in fetters bound,Yet simple people pour thee down.ACROSTIC.(Address to Bum, Brandy, and Whisky.)RIVERS of blood you cause to flow,Enslaving men where'er you go;Yain are tears of babes or wife;Endless cares you bring, and strife;Love and hope you banish quite.Remorseless foes, how great your might!In the strength of One more strongEven than the powers of wrong,Should we learn your sight to spurn.
66 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.LOVELY maiden, thy charms have enraptured my gaze,And thy various accomplishments challenge my praise."Unlooked for, I met thee, one cold winter's night;Refined by all graces, like an angel of light,All thy songs and sweet smiles gave my heart true delight.In the days of my boyhood, an angelic formStood by me and blessed me from evening till morn,And thy form and thy features, thy music and loreBeguile me, as did that bright vision of yore.Even now, in my fancy, thy image I see,Like a rainbow of glory bending o'er me.Bright being of beauty, I now bow at thy shrine,Reject not my suit, but be mine, only mine;And strewed with sweet flowers thy pathway shall be,Gems right from Golconda, and pearls from the sea,Glad, glad, will I purchase and present unto thee.ACROSTIC.MfEEK, modest, and kind,And in language refined,Respected by all, and especially by me;Yet who could proclaimTo the world all thy charms,Should they live while ages shall flee.(Of Tennessee.)
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS.ACROSTIC.THAT deer we see is now in danger,Hemmed around by deadly foes;Each one to him a total stranger,Craves to catch him by the nose;He seems to dread the thought of dying,As, leaping o'er those mighty logs,Swiftly, swiftly, now see him flying,Ere long to be but food for dogs.ACROSTIC.SEEN through no glass, to the naked eyeThey look like gems set in the sky;And yet they are but planets high;Revolving round ten thousand suns,Swift, yet smooth, as water runs.
68 ROBERT BLACKWELL'S7~--ACROSTIC.(Composed in 1860.)WHILE looking at thee such grandeur I see,As beggars description from a mortal like me;So enchanting thy charms, and free from alarms,Here fain would I live secure in thine arms.I read of thy name as connected with fame,Not forgetting from whence thy Father he came;Great, glorious, and free, here his image I see,'Tis chiseled in stone, immortal to be;On his virtues to dwell makes my bosom now swell,Ne'er hoping, yet trying, all his merits to tell.Could I live through all time on a subject sublime,It would give me true joy, methinks, could I rhyme;Though. Time in its flight his image may blight,Yet his name it will live while the stars give us light.
OEIGINAL ACROSTICS. 69ACROSTIC.NE'ER falter nor pine, though troubles arise,Extending, like darkness surrounding the skies,With freedom to guide thee, till time it shall close,Hold fast to the Union, in spite of all foes;And the Author of freedom, the King of the skies,Most gracious and holy, he hears all thy cries,Protects and directs thee, unseen though he be,Supported by him are the States of the Free;His arms are around thee, his power defends,Immanuel, King Jesus, the best of all friends,Reclaim thee when swerving from truth and from right,Ere shades of deep darkness ingulf thee in night.ACROSTIC.THROUGH thee the loveliest rivers glide,Enriching thee on every side.No truer hearts a State can boast,No fairer maidens love can toast.Each rill of thine is dear to me,Sweet land, most lovely Tennessee.So long as life this heart shall warm,E'er to thee my thoughts will turn,Emblem of the Eternal One.** Trinity in Unity, three States by natural division, yet one in fact.
70 ROBEIT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.(Composed on her losing her Mother and only Daughter.)SWEET sister, cease to fret and pineAbout departed friends of thine;Remember now they brightly shine,And sing of their Redeemer's love,High in the realms of bliss above.All their tears have ceased to flow,No parting there, no death, no woe,Nor chilling winds in heaven blow.The Word of Life to them was sweet,It led them to the Savior's feet;They lived in peace and love with all,So long as on this earthly ball;We little thought their end was nigh;Of death they speak, and without a sighRejoiced that they were born to die;They loved the Lord, and loved the dayHe called them from the earth away.(Of Crawford County, Arkansas.)ACROSTIC.SoURcE of heat and source of light,Upholding by thy strength and mightNumerous seas and planets bright.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS.ACROSTIC.ACCOMPLISHED one, most kind and free,No one on land, no one on sea,Need ever hope to vie with thee.How it thrills my heart to writeOn one so lovely and so bright;With a form so good and fine,And virtues which doth sweetly shineResplendent as a heavenly rayDescending from the orb of day.(Of Conway County, Arkansas.)SYMPATHY.NATUEE has cast me in so soft a mold,That but to hear a story feigned for pleasure,Of some sad lover's death, moistens my eyes,And robs me of my manhood.-DEYDEN.
72 ROBERT BLACKNWELL'SACROSTIC.Go on, go on, from strength to strength,Enterprising, and at lengthOne more railroad will be done,Ready for the cars to run.Go on, go on, improvements make,It is time for States to wake,And from thee some lessons take.ACROSTIC.CoUNTRY far renowned for gold,And for soil, rich and new,Lofty hills and torrents bold,Immense streams, and branches, too,Flow through thy hills of old.O happy land, illustrious one,Richest, brightest clime that be,No land, no State, beneath the sun,In all God's wide dominion free,Acquires wealth so fast as thee.ACROSTIC.ADORNED with fields of cotton white,Realm of wealth and realm of light,Keeping step with States that beAllied to all the brave and free.New, yet firm and brave she stands,Supporting those who till her lands;And from men beyond the seaShe buys her coffee, spice, and tea.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 73ACROSTIC.EQUALED by none of any station,Made up of virtues shining bright;Men of sense, of education,Acknowledge thee a shining light.Thou art the idol of the day,Honored by the young and old,One more rich, and one more gay,My eyes did never yet behold;And yet to think that we must part,Sends pain and anguish to my heart.ACROSTIC.STILL upward gaze,Pour forth thy praise,Entreating God our land to save;No one we seeCompares with thee,Except the noble, good, and brave.Redeemed by love,Continue to prove,Religion can the heart refine;Our sins subdue,Giving us, too,Essential joys for which we pine.(Of Mem/phis.)4
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 75ACROSTIC.ZEALOus was he to keep us all free,And to march us in triumph o'er the powers that be;Counselor and chief in the days of our grief,He flew to our aid, and gave us relief;As a true worthy son, our battles he won,Rushing on foes he made them all run,Yelling like hounds at the crack of a gun.The glance of his eye made the Mexicans fly,All dreading his sword and fearing to die;Yet thousands withstood our General so good,Leaving his men to tread in the bloodOf cowards and foes who slept in repose,Requiring some one their eyelids to close.Born in Virginia, November 24, 1784. President from March 4, 1849, to hisdeath, July 9, 1850-one year, four months and five days.MORAL LESSON-THE TWO RIVERS.Evil communications (associations) corrupt good manners.THa waters of the Mississippi and Missouri unite and form one river. Thewater of the latter is exceedingly turbid, and the former clear. When theyfirst meet the waters refuse to mingle. The clear and muddy water flows along,forming one river; but you can clearly distinguish the one from the other. Bydegrees the clear, bright waters of the one become united with those of the other,and the clearness is lost forever.THE APPLICA TION.Virtuous and vicious persons can associate for a time, keeping their charac-ters distinct. But if the associations be continued, the virtuous, pure characterwill become soiled by the vicious. No one can associate freely with the wickedwithout becoming in some measure like them.
76 RIOBEET BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.DISTINGUISHED for thy skill, to saveOur fellow-men when near the grave;Cross mighty streams thy drugs to test,They being the purest and the best,Of vital strength, more prized than wealth,Restores the sick to perfect health.Just such a man we love to view,Learn'd in Greek and Latin, too.Continue on thy bright career,Our people cheering far and near,Loving thy friends, when near the grave,Exert thy skill each one to save.(My Motler's Youngest Brother, Greensboro, N. C.)ACROSTIC.COMPOSED of vapors shining bright,Of wondrous size, yet harmless light,Men view thee as a burning ball,Expecting soon to see thee fallTo this low world, and kill us all.ACROSTIC.LUMIous, most useful, most lovely to scan,It falls directly or obliquely on man,Graceful in carriage, and pleasing to behold,Highly prized, yea, precious as gold,The thing we most need to cheer us when old.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS.ACROSTIC.TRULY kind,Hence we findEach of themLike the moonAnd stars at nightDirecting usInto the right;Each of themShining bright;Offending none,Firm and true,Conversing free,As ladies do;Ne'er disposedTo act amiss;Our good they seek,No other bliss.UNWEARYING in thy efforts beTo join thyself to States now free.As happy as the sun that shedsHis rays on our devoted heads.
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ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 79(Composed on his triumnphal Iarch through Georgia.)GRAPPLING with foes, he stratagem shows,Evincing his skill wherever he goes.Now view him, we pray, while fighting to-day,Every one to him their homage should pay.Rebels are lying around him, and cryingAloud for help, while others are flyingLike Arabs, scared, pursuers defying.So restless is he to cope with old Lee;He's marching, and soon through Georgia will beExtending his sway-each hour, each day-Revealing true worth for his triumph we pray.May the Lord's own arm protect him from harm,And his soldiers incline to march in a line,Never once to flag, to falter, nor pine.Born in Lancaster, Ohio, on the 8th of February, 1820.FABLE-THE MOLE AND HER DAM.A YOUNG mole snuffed up her nose, and told her dam she smelt an odd kindof a smell. By and by, " 0, strange I says she, " what a noise there is in myears: as if. ten thousand paper mills were going." A little after, she was at itagain. "Look, look, what is that I see yonder ? it is just like the flames of afiery furnace." To whom the dam replied, "Prithee, child, hold your idletongue: and if you would have us allow you any sense at all, do not affect toshow more than nature has given you."TIE APPLICATION.It is wonderful that affectation, that odious quality, should have been alwaysso common and epidemical, since it is not more disagreeable to others than hurt-Jul to the person that wears it. By affectation, we aim at being thought to pos-sess some accomplishments which we have not, or, at showing what we have ina conceited, ostentatious manner. Now this we may be assured of, that, amongdiscerning people at least, when we endeavor at any thing of this kind, insteadof succeeding in the attempt, we detract from some real possession, and makequalities, that would otherwise pass well enough, appear nauseous and fulsome.
80 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.JUST view the place where Jesus firstEmbraced the sons of earth;Round it he walked, and preached to menUndying words of worth,Salvation free to rich and poor,And peace he came to bring;Look now at it and Christ adore,Ere long in it the Lord will reignMore glorious than before.ACROSTIC.A BUSINESS place, healthy and neat,The point where four great railroads meet;Laureled with cars, a good supply-All the time those cars are rolling,Never tiring, how consoling,They bring us things for which we sigh,And things we need, as none deny.ACROSTIC.FroM what I see, some seek for thee,As something worthy greeting;Missing their aim, they thee proclaimElusive, worthless, fleeting.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 81ACROSTIC.His race is run, his work is done,Our statesman and our friend;No more will we his features see,Or to his speech attend.Rich and the poor his loss deplore,And we that loved him wellBewail the day he passed away,Leaving us in tears to dwell.Earth's fleeting breath was lost in death,Descending to the tomb,Around his grave bright laurels wave,Ne'er may they cease to bloom.In circles high death's arrows fly,Each one bringeth sorrow;Life's fleeting ray did pass away,When death he hurled his arrowEqualed by few we ever knew,Brilliant the road he trod,Serene in death, gave back his breathTo Christ, his mighty God.Earth felt the blow when he sunk low;Refulgent still his virtues glow.(Written on his Death.)ACROSTIC.PRIZED for thy worth,Haste on thy way,Influenced byLove's cheering ray.Cast all thy careHere on the Lord,Expecting heWill thee reward.4*
82 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.JusT here, could we all rum-shops seeAt once put down, 'twould make us beMore prosperous, loving, kind, and free;And as we do all hate to viewImmortal slain, by hundreds too;Can we stand by and see them die,And not against their murderers cry.ACROSTIC.REPEAT its charms, ye sons of earth,Improving fast, possessing worth;View all its mills and factories high,Each looming up toward the sky;Receive our praise, when passing by.Here wealth is found, and not a fewEnchanting girls, and ladies too;And all of them on whom we gaze,Deserve from us our richest praise.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 83ACROSTIC.YERY healthy, mountainous, and rich little State,Endeared to the humble, the wise, and the great,Restraining no one, all acting upright,May walk from thy shores to the mansions of light.Of all thy charms no mortal can tell,No pen can relate them, all loving thee well,They wish not to leave thee in far lands to dwell.ACROSTIC.DEAR little State, to thee we confessEach beauty of thine we cannot express;Language would fail us to tell of thy charms,Adorned with fine houses, fine cities, fine farms;"With ladies most lovely, as the learned will agree,And gentlemen from all vices quite free,Rich and refined in the arts of true worth,Extending thy fame to the ends of the earth.Ix all our transactions with mankind, even in the most private and low life,we should have a special regard how, and with whom, we trust ourselves. Men,in this respect, ought to look upon each other as wolves, and to keep themselvesunder a secure guard, and in a continual posture of defense. Particularly uponany treaties of importance the securities on both sides should be strictly con-sidered, and each should act with so cautious .a view to their own interest asnever to pledge or part with that which is the very essence and basis of theirsafety and well-being.
84 IOBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.DISCUssING subjects most important, and the road before himviewing,On his march to the battle-field, to save our glorious landfrom ruin,Charming us all now looking at him, mounted on his horse sohigh;The rebels they had better scatter, if they do not wish to dieOn the gory field of battle, for should he meet the traitoroushorde,Rushing on them, he will slay them with his keen and glit-tering sword.Just view him, with such noble soldiers, onward to Virginiagoing;And a more brave and skillful leader never lived among theknowing.Armed with silver-mounted pistols, and the strongest arm weknow,Possessing courage and skill to use it-clear the way, eachrebel foe.Please go with him to the battle-field, see him, when there,'mid smoke and fires,Laboring to perpetuate that freedom bought by sainted sires.Every man should laud his bravery, conscious he is actingright;We should follow him with gladness, and praise him, too,when we see him fight.His arm is raised, his sword is drawn, and the rebels are fall-ing near him,Insurgent foes, all in the wrong, they need not hope to scarehim.Though bullets fall thick on every hand, he does not think ofdying,Exulting, see his sword now wave, while the rebels they areflying.(Composed on seeing him start of for the Iar.)
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 85ACROSTIC.CALLOUS-HEARTED, ruthless man,He devised a wicked plan,And took poor Lester's life away,Regardless of the judgment-day;Let the murderer and the knave,Executed by the brave,Sleep forgot within his grave.Clothed with crimes of the blackest dye,Observe him when he comes to die,Supported by the sheriff's hand-Guilty wretch, he can not stand,Reflection seems to cast him down;One more step, his limbs are boundVery close, and soon he swings,Encountering death with all its stings.Who was hung at Little Rock, Arkansas, 1859, for killinga man for his money.As old writer gives the following as the amount of sleep demanded:NATURE requires five,Custom gives seven,Laziness takes nine,And wickedness, eleven.
86 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.THE prettiest and the neatest, the loveliest and the sweetest,Here I see;Each one possessing worth, all full of life and mirth,Laughing freeAt things that please them most, and while of them I boast,Dearest me,I wish the world but knew how noble, wise, and trueEach seems to be,Sent as from the skies, to make men truly wise,And religious, too;To soothe their hearts with joy, my pen I will employ,Though my words be few;How can I love them less, when they, indeed, possessEach virtue true?Claiming as a prize, a home beyond the skies,Hoping for bliss,And bidding me to follow, though I am not worth one dollar.Let me think of this;Yon heaven which they seek, was made for all the meek,Beckoning me away,Enchanting as they move, toward the place they love,And like a ray,They cheer me all the while, and when on me they smile,Enriched I seem.And for each person here, we have water good and clear,Cooling to drink,Increasing as it flows, a balm for earthly woes;Do not let it sink;So long as time shall glide, and men on earth abide,Proclaim its worth;Rushing from a hill, though it can not turn a mill,It cures the sick;No one should doubt my word, though of it they've notheard;Gather round it quick.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 87ACROSTIC.(Composed 1860.)CEMENT with love each State and heart,Our Union, never let it part;Let it, though, forever stand"Uninjured by a tyrant's hand.Make mountains tumble in the sea,Before we let this Union beIn its pride and glory hurledAs a wreck upon the world.ACROSTIC.GIVING lessons,Each bright and new,Ne'er swerving from,Each good pursue.Renowned for senseAnd learning, too;Lawyer, statesman,Just, wise, and true.A hero, brave,Men love to view;Each man aroundSpeaks well of you.Yet life is short,Earth's glories few,Live not for fameLike others do.
88 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.MOULDERING though thy body be,Yet in my dreams thy form I see.My tears in torrents daily fallO'er thee; I would, but can't recall.Thou art gone to Christ, thy God,He who bought thee with his blood,Enabled thee to run thy race,Raised thee now to see his face,Exalted thee to hear his voice,Lifted thee; with saints rejoiceIn holy songs of perfect love-Zion and her walls above,And all the beauties of the skiesBefore thee now in grandeur lies.Expansive view of love divine,Thine to view, forever thine,Happiness without one sigh,Precious fruits forever nigh,Beheld by thee, by thee enjoyed,Lasting, ne'er to be destroyed;All thy cares and troubles o'er,Christ thy praise for evermore.King and Priest, be he my stay,"While here I dwell in flesh and clay,Ever knowing death is nigh,Let me but live, let me but dieLike thee, and meet thee in the sky.(Died in 1858.)
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 89ACROSTIC.MY darling, I fain would cross the deep sea,And quickly return with riches to thee;Rubies and diamonds and pearls from the main,Yet being so poor all my wishes are vain.Thine eyes are stars which gladden the heart,Bidding all gloom and sorrows depart;Laughing and blushing, thy smiles they are balm,And hover around my passions to calm;Consuming their dross, and making me beKindly disposed, especially to thee,"With whom I do hope to spend a long life,Exultingly, too, caressing my wife,Laughing at want, defying all pain,Living in hopes of living again.(Composed in 1858.\
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ORIGCNAL ACROSTICS. 91ACROSTIC.(My TFfe.)'MID pains and convulsions, thy soul passed away,And rose, as I trust, to the realms of bright day;Reviving the thought, though thy death I record,Yet thou art now happy and praising the Lord.To win me to Jesus thou seemed to be sent,But, strange to relate, I refused to repent,Loving those pleasures which last but a day;All thy fond pleadings I threw them away,Crushing thy hopes, and giving thee pain,Knowing that all thy efforts were vain;While kindness and love yet beamed in thine eyes,Earth was exchanged for a home in the skies,Leaving me here, without friends, without home,Loaded with sorrows, 'mid strangers to roam.BUT could tears of anguish wake theeFrom the dark and lonely grave,In my arms I now would take thee,And bless the Lord who died to save.But in that grave in which thou sleepeth,No sun on thee will ever rise;And though thy husband o'er thee weepeth,Never canst thou hear his cries.Deaf to all that now would greet thee,Cold thy brow and still thy heart,Yet in heaven I hope to meet thee,Never more from thee to part.(Composed on her Death, May 23, 1859.)
92 ROBERT BLACKWELL'S[ONE night, at a party, a loquacious inebriate, libertine, smoker, and chewer,asked me to write some poetry on himself and a couple of snuff-dippers who weresitting by him. The following lines I then composed, and read within their hear-ing:]SOME ladies do delight to joke,And can appreciateThe worth of those who drink and smoke,While sober men they hate.They are, they think, of judges best-Of course it must be so;They love the fop, and men detestWho can not make a show.Go to parties where oft they meet,And view them all the while;The man who talks to them most sweet,Though ignorant, low, and vile,IIe is the man to please them most;While one from vices free,Who will not drink to them a toast,They from his presence flee.The time is not so distant when,If things go on this way,All truly good and virtuous menAt home had better stay,Than to be scorned by ladies, who,Professing vice to hate,Encourage drunkards not a fewBy listening to them prate.And while some do of smoking boast,And love to dance and skip;
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 93Of all the things, we hate the mostTo see one chew or dip.And still we do regret to say,Some use tobacco free;Perhaps one thousand pounds per dayThey dip in Tennessee.Oh! what a waste of time and wealth,And what else does it do ?It always does impair the health,And kills the user, too.'Tis dipping brings consumption on-This truth none can deny-And pales the cheek, made to adornThe cities in the sky.A curse on those who grind the snuff,Or did it first invent;It kills its thousands; ain't this enougLTo wish it from us sent?Had we the genius to harangue,We would impress on all,That we should make a law to hangSnuff makers great and small.Nor would we pass rum sellers byFor killing mortals: we"Would make a law to hang them highUpon the nearest tree,And leave them there for birds to pick-We mean the carrion crow-Still some we fear it would make sickTo feed on things so low.
94 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SACROSTIC.THEY teach us by example bright,HIeaven-born, religious light,Enables men to act upright.Learned and skilled in every thing,And when I hear them sweetly sing,Delight doth fill my heart;I seem as in a trance to be,Ethereal joys encompass me;Soon time arrives, for home I start-One lovelier than the rest I see,From her I would not part;Still from her I'm forced to go,Plodding all the country o'er,Remembering that I am so poorIt is not wise to tarry;Now could the lady read my heart,Glance at it before I start,From her I fain would never part;I think she then would marryEven one so poor as me.Loveliest thing on land or sea,Despise me not-farewell to thee.
ORIGINAL ACROSTICS. 95ACROSTIC.NE'ER yet did mortals here on earth a purer saint behold,Exerting all her powers to save from death the young andold;To God, throughout the livelong day, her earnest prayers as-cend;They center round the cross of Christ, and with her father'sblend.In holy, humble converse, they about the Saviour talk;Expounding truths, transcendent sweet, as they togetherwalk.Here hand in hand, with mother, too, they journey to the sky,In search of sanctifying grace, and find a full supplyLying within the reach of them; and on the young and hoary,Light from above, it shone around, and filled each soul withglory.
96 ROBERT BLACKWELL'SMISS HARRIET T.BEFORE we run each other downLet us ourselves apply,And study truth, and cease to frownOn mortals born to die.The ant, you know, is very small,And yet it makes a hill,Which, to it, appears as tallAs would to us a mill.Tne eagle, too, you will admit,Can soar from earth away,But does that make it right for itOn smaller birds to prey.And though I never went to schoolAs other folks have done,Should you for this call me a fool,And at me poke your fun.If that be right, then go ahead,You can not injure me;When people try on me to tread,I from their presence flee;But ere I leave, I say to you,Being a graduate;And having sense to will and do,I must conclude, and stateIt would be vain for silly menTo cope as with an elf,Or think of grasping wisdom, whenYou have it all yourself.
ORIGINAL ACROSTIOS. 97ACROSTIC.EVER virtuous,Lovely, too,In religion foremost;Zealous and true,Alluring to good,Bold to defend,Ever kind;True to the endHer spirit lives,Defying death,Ever brightAmong the saintsNow in light.GRIEF.LIKE the lily,That once was mistress of the field, and flourished,I'll hang my head, and perish.-SHAKSPEARE.
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