Part i

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They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors belong the spoils of the enemy.

WILLIAM L. MARCY (1786-1857): _Speech in the United States Senate, January, 1832._

Say to the seceded States, "Wayward sisters, depart in peace."

WINFIELD SCOTT (1786-1861): _Letter to W. H. Seward, March 3, 1861._

Rock'd in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep.

EMMA WILLARD (1787-1870): _The Cradle of the Deep._

Right as a trivet.

R. H. BARHAM (1788-1845): _The Ingoldsby Legends. Auto-da-fe._

My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground--to die.

RICHARD HENRY WILDE (1789-1847): _My Life is like the Summer Rose._

Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his own originality.

CHARLES PHILLIPS (1789-1859): _The Character of Napoleon._

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down; Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town.

JOHN G. LOCKHART (1794-1854): _The Bridal of Andalla._

By the margin of fair Zurich's waters Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day, For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters In a dream of love melted away.

CHARLES DANCE (1794-1863): _Fair Zurich's Waters._

I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.

JOHN G. C. BRAINARD (1795-1828): _I saw Two Clouds at Morning._

On thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break As down he bears before the gale.

JAMES G. PERCIVAL (1795-1856): _To Seneca Lake._

What fairy-like music steals over the sea, Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?

MRS. C. B. WILSON (---- -1846): _What Fairy-like Music._

Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.

HARTLEY COLERIDGE (1796-1849): _She is not Fair._

I would not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.

WILLIAM A. MUHLENBERG (1796-1877): _I would not live alway._

Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes, The halls of dazzling light.

H. S. VANDYK (1798-1828): _The Light Guitar._

If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot.

JOHN A. DIX (1798-1879): _An Official Despatch, Jan. 29, 1861._

I envy them, those monks of old; Their books they read, and their beads they told.

G. P. R. JAMES (1801-1860): _The Monks of Old._

A place in thy memory, dearest, Is all that I claim; To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name.

GERALD GRIFFIN (1803-1840): _A Place in thy Memory._

Sparkling and bright in liquid light Does the wine our goblets gleam in; With hue as red as the rosy bed Which a bee would choose to dream in.

CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN (1806-1884): _Sparkling and Bright._

The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them slaves. . . . But I will not characterize that class at the North with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere; it is eternal.

JAMES H. HAMMOND (1807-1864): _Speech in the U. S. Senate, March, 1858._

It would be superfluous in me to point out to your Lordship that this is war.

CHARLES FRANCIS ADAMS (1807-1886): _Despatch to Earl Russell, Sept. 5, 1863._

We are swinging round the circle.

ANDREW JOHNSON (1808-1875): _On the Presidential Reconstruction Tour, August, 1866._

We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade.

CAROLINE E. S. NORTON (1808-1877): _We have been Friends._

All we ask is to be let alone.

JEFFERSON DAVIS (1808-1889): _First Message to the Confederate Congress, March, 1861._

'T is said that absence conquers love; But oh believe it not! I 've tried, alas! its power to prove, But thou art not forgot.

FREDERICK W. THOMAS (1808- ----): _Absence conquers Love._

Oh would I were a boy again, When life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain Was wept away in transient tears!

MARK LEMON (1809-1870): _Oh would I were a Boy again._

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun, Upstairs and dounstairs, in his nicht-goun, Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock, "Are the weans in their bed? for it 's nou ten o'clock."

WILLIAM MILLER (1810-1872): _Willie Winkie._

We are Republicans, and don't propose to leave our party and identify ourselves with the party whose antecedents have been Rum, Romanism, and Rebellion.

SAMUEL D. BURCHARD (1812- ----),--one of the deputation visiting Mr. Blaine, Oct. 29, 1884.

A life on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep, Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep!

EPES SARGENT (1813-1881): _Life on the Ocean Wave._

What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long, That ever amid our playing I hear but their low, lone song?

JOSEPH E. CARPENTER (1813- ----): _What are the wild Waves saying?_

Well, General, we have not had many dead cavalrymen lying about lately.

JOSEPH HOOKER (1813-1879): _A remark to General Averill, November, 1862._

Come in the evening, or come in the morning; Come when you 're looked for, or come without warning.

THOMAS O. DAVIS (1814-1845): _The Welcome._

But whether on the scaffold high Or in the battle's van, The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man!

MICHAEL J. BARRY (_Circa_ 1815): _The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844, Vol. ii. p. 809._

Oh the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,-- A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing!

JULIA PARDOE (1816-1862): _The Captive Greek Girl._

Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, But leave us still our old nobility.

LORD JOHN MANNERS (1818- ----): _England's Trust.