They can't resist, nor warn't brought up with

niggers ;

But come to try your the'ry on,

Your facts an' figgers change to ign'ant men
Actin' ez ugly "Smite 'em hip an' thigh!"
Sez gran❜ther, "and let every man-child die!
Oh for three weeks o' Crommle an' the Lord!
Up, Isr❜el, to your tents an' grind the sword!"
"Thet kind o' thing worked wal in ole Judee,
But you forgit how long it's ben A. D.;
You think thet's ellerkence, I call it shoddy, -
A thing," sez I, "wun't cover soul nor body;
I like the plain all-wool o' common-sense,
Thet warms ye now, an' will a twelvemonth

hence.

You took to follerin' where the Prophets beckoned,

An', fust

you knowed on, back come Charles the Second;

Now wut I want 's to hev all we gain stick,
An' not to start Millennium too quick;
We hain't to punish only, but to keep,
An' the cure 's gut to go a cent'ry deep."
"Wal, milk-an' water ain't the best o' glue,"
Sez he, "an' so you'll find before you
're thru ;
Ef reshness venters sunthin', shilly-shally
Loses ez often wut 's ten times the vally.
Thet exe of ourn, when Charles's neck gut split,
Opened a gap thet ain't bridged over yit:

Slav'ry's your Charles, the Lord hez gin the

"Our Charles," sez I, "hez gut eight million

necks.

The hardest question ain't the black man's right,
The trouble is to 'mancipate the white;
One's chained in body an' can be sot free,
But t' other's chained in soul to an idee :
It's a long job, but we shall worry thru it;
Ef bag'nets fail, the spellin'-book must du it."
"Hosee," sez he, "I think you're goin' to fail:
The rettlesnake ain't dangerous in the tail;
This 'ere rebellion 's nothin' but the rettle, -
You'll stomp on thet an' think you've won the
bettle;

It's Slavery thet's the fangs an' thinkin' head,
An' ef you want selvation, cresh it dead,
An' cresh it suddin, or you 'll larn by waitin'
Thet Chance wun't stop to listen to debatin'!
"God's truth!" sez I, "an' ef I held the club,
An' knowed jes' where to strike, - but there's

the rub!"

"Strike soon," sez he, "or you 'll be deadly

ailin',

Folks thet's afeared to fail are sure o' failin'; God hates your sneakin' creturs thet believe He'll settle things they run away an' leave!" He brought his foot down fercely, ez he spoke, An' give me sech a startle thet I woke.

No. VII.

LATEST VIEWS OF MR. BIGLOW.

PRELIMINARY NOTE.

[IT is with feelings of the liveliest pain that we inform our readers of the death of the Reverend Homer Wilbur, A. M., which took place suddenly, by an apoplectic stroke, on the afternoon of Christmas day, 1862. Our venerable friend (for so we may venture to call him, though we never enjoyed the high privilege of his personal acquaintance) was in his eighty-fourth year, having been born June 12, 1779, at Pigsgusset Precinct (now West Jerusha) in the then District of Maine. Graduated with distinction at Hubville College in 1805, be pursued his theological studies with the late Reverend Preserved Thacker, D. D., and was called to the charge of the First Society in Jaalam in 1809, where he remained till his death.

"As an antiquary he has probably left no

superior, if, indeed, an equal," writes his friend and colleague, the Reverend Jeduthun Hitchcock, to whom we are indebted for the above facts; "in proof of which I need only allude to his History of Jaalam, Genealogical, Topographical, and Ecclesiastical,' 1849, which has won him an eminent and enduring place in our more solid and useful literature. It is only to be regretted that his intense application to historical studies should have so entirely withdrawn him from the pursuit of poetical composition, for which he was endowed by Nature with a remarkable aptitude. His well-known hymn, beginning, 'With clouds of care encompassed round,' has been attributed in some collections to the late President Dwight, and it is hardly presumptuous to affirm that the simile of the rainbow in the eighth stanza would do no discredit to that polished pen."

We regret that we have not room at present for the whole of Mr. Hitchcock's exceedingly valuable communication. We hope to lay more liberal extracts from it before our readers at an early day. A summary of its notion of its im

contents will give some

portance and interest. It contains: 1st, A biographical sketch of Mr. Wilbur, with

notices of his predecessors in the pastoral office, and of eminent clerical contemporaries; 2d, An obituary of deceased, from the Punkin-Falls "Weekly Parallel;" 3d, A list of his printed and manuscript productions and of projected works; 4th, Personal anecdotes and recollections, with specimens of table-talk; 5th, A tribute to his relict, Mrs. Dorcas (Pilcox) Wilbur; 6th, A list of graduates fitted for different colleges by Mr. Wilbur, with biographical memoranda touching the more distinguished; 7th, Concerning learned, charitable, and other societies, of which Mr. Wilbur was a member, and of those with which, had his life been prolonged, he would doubtless have been associated, with a complete catalogue of such Americans as have been Fellows of the Royal Society; 8th, A brief summary of Mr. Wilbur's latest conclusions concerning the Tenth Horn of the Beast in its special application to recent events, for which the public, as Mr. Hitchcock assures us, have been waiting with feelings of lively anticipation; 9th, Mr. Hitchcock's own views on the same topic; and, 10th, A brief essay on the importance of local histories. It will be apparent that the duty of preparing Mr.