A sturdy cow-boy I would be And chase this buffalo out in the West.
An Indian pony I know I could ride, And "round up" with all the rest.
SHERIDAN'S RIDE.
(Used by special arrangement with J. B. Lippincott Company, Philadelphia, publisher of Mr. Read's Poems.)
Up from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble and rumble and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
And wilder still those billows of war Thundered along the horizon's bar, And louder yet into Winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled, Making the blood of the listener cold As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
But there is a road from Winchester town, A good, broad highway leading down;
And there through the flash of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night, Was seen to pass as with eagle's flight--As if he knew the terrible need, He stretched away with the utmost speed;
Hills rose and fell--but his heart was gay, With Sheridan fifteen miles away.
Still sprung from these swift hoofs, thundering South, The dust, like the smoke from the cannon's mouth, Or the trail of a comet sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster;
The heart of the steed and the heart of the master, Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls;
Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away.
Under his spurning feet the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed;
And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind.
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on with his wild eyes full of fire, But lo! he is nearing his heart's desire--He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, With Sheridan only five miles away.
The first that the General saw were the groups Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops;
What was done--what to do--a glance told him both, And striking his spurs with a terrible oath, He dashed down the line 'mid a storm of huzzahs, And the wave of retreat checked its course there because The sight of the master compelled it to pause.
With foam and with dust the black charger was gray, By the flash of his eye, and his red nostrils' play, He seemed to the whole great army to say, "I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down to save the day!"
Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan!
Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man!
And when their statues are placed on high Under the dome of the Union sky--The American soldiers' Temple of Fame--There with the glorious General's name Be it said in letters both bold and bright:
"Here is the steed that saved the day By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester--twenty miles away!"
T. B. READ.
See-saw, Margery Daw, Jenny shall have a new master, She shall have but a penny a day, Because she can't work any faster.
An old Hippopotamus lived on the Nile, If she hasn't gone away, she's been there quite a while.
She gives all her children a ride on her back, Broad enough to accommodate the whole scrambling pack.
