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I cannot go and leave her to die in the night alone.”
wife was thrown; And I saw her eyes fixed strangely with a pleading
look on me,
While a tremblin' finger pointed through the door to
the ragin' sea. Then she beckoned me near, and whispered, "Go, and
God's will be done! For
every lad on that ship, John, is some poor mother's
Her head was full of the boy, sir-she was thinking,
maybe, some day For lack of a hand to help him his life might be cast
away. “Go, John, and the Lord watch o'er you! and spare
me to see the light, And bring you safe," she whispered, “out of the storm
to-night." Then I turned and kissed her softly, and tried to hide
my tears, And my mates outside, when they saw me, set up three
hearty cheers; But I rubbed my eyes wi' my knuckles, and turned to
old Ben and said, " I'll see her again, maybe, lad, when the sea gives up
We launched the boat in the tempest, though death was
the goal in view, And never a one but doubted if the craft could live it
But our boat she stood it bravely, and, weary and wet
and weak, We drew in hail of the vessel we had dared so much to
seek. But just as we come upon her she gave a fearfull roll, And went down in the seethin' whirlpool with every
livin' soul! We rowed for the spot, and shouted, for all around was
darkBut only the wild wind answered the cries from our
I was strainin' my eyes and watchin', when I thought I
heard a cry,
And I saw past our bows a somethin' on the crest of a
wave dashed by ; I stretched out my hand to seize it. I dragged it
aboard, and then I stumbled, and struck my forrud, and fell like a log on
Ben. I remember a hum of voices, and then I knowed no
Till I came to my senses here, sir-here, in my
home ashore. My forrud was tightly bandaged, and I lay on my
little bedI'd slipped, so they told me arter, and a rullick had
struck my head.
Then my mates came in and whispered; they'd heard I
was comin'round. At first I could scarcely hear 'em, it seemed like a
But as soon as my head got clearer, and accustomed to
hear 'em speak, I knew as I'd lain like that, sir, for many a long, long
week. I guessed what the lads was hidin', for their poor old
shipmate's sake. I could see by their puzzled faces they'd got some news
to break; So I lifts my head from the pillow, and I says to old
Ben, “ Look here!
and never fear.”
says, “ What's
Not one on 'em ever answered, but presently Ben goes
out, And the others slinks away like, and I
this about? Why can't they tell me plainly as the poor old wife is
dead ?” Then I fell again on the pillows, and I hid my achin'
head; I lay like that for a minute, till I heard a voice cry
“ John!" And I thought it must be a vision as my weak eyes
gazed upon; For there by the bedside, standin' up and well was my
wife. And who do ye think was with her? Why, Jack, as
large as life.
It was him as I'd saved from drownin' the night as the
lifeboat went To the wreck of the Royal Helen ; 'twas that as the
They'd brought us ashore together, he'd knelt by his
mother's bed, And the sudden joy had raised her like a miracle from
the dead; And mother and son together had nursed me back to
life, And my old eyes
woke from darkness to look on my son and wife. Jack? He's our right hand now, sir ; 'twas Providence
pulled him through He's allus the first aboard her when the lifeboat wants
GEORGE R. SIMs.
THE GREAT ISSUE.
great issues before the country-nothing less, in a word, than whether the work of our noble fathers of the revolutionary and constitutional age shall perish or endure ; whether this great experiment in national polity, which binds a family of free republics in one united government—the most hopeful plan for combining the homebred blessings of a small state with the stability and power of great empire-shall be treacherously and shamefully stricken down, in the moment of its most successful operation, or whether it shall be bravely, patriotically, triumphantly maintained. We wage no war of conquest and subjugation; we aim at nothing but to protect our loyal fellow-citizens, who, against fearful odds, are fighting the battles of the Union in the disaffected States, and to re-establish, not for ourselves alone, but for our deluded fellow-citizens, the mild sway of the Constitution and the laws. The result cannot be doubted. Twenty millions of freemen, forgetting their divisions, are rallying as one man in support of the righteous cause-their willing hearts and their strong hands, their fortunes and their lives, are laid upon the altar of the country. We contend for the great inheritance of constitutional freedom transmitted from our revolutionary fathers. We engage in the struggle forced upon us, with sorrow, as against our misguided brethren, but with high heart and faith, as we war for that Union which our sainted Washington commended to our dearest affections. The sympathy the civilized world is on our side, and will join us in prayers to Heaven for the success of our arms.
EDWARD EVERETT, 1861.
BILL AND JOE.
ME, dear old comrade, you and I
“ Your name may flaunt a titled trail,
Proud as a cockerel's rainbow tail;