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Show How Not to Settle It Oliver Wendell Holmes read to the Harvard collsee class of 1S29 a brilliant bril-liant poem on the presidential equabble, entitled "How Not to Settle It," from which wo crib the following good things : Yet when I think wo may bo on the brink , Of having Freedom': banner to JUpu.e of, All crimion-hued, because the Nation would Iosist on cutting its own precioui nose off, I feci indeed as if we rather need i A sermon suca as preachers tie a text on. If Freedom dies because a billot lies, She earns ktr grars; 'tis time to call the sexton I But if a light can make the matter right, Here we are, clajgmates, thirty men of mettle; We're etronjr and tough, wo'vo lived nigh long enough, What if ihe Nation gave it us lo settle? We are obliged to omit the amusing amus-ing class fiyht on. account of its length, but the whole poem m;iy be found in the February Atlantic Monthly, and add the concluding verBes. Eds. Herald, To cut raen'a throats to help tbcm count their voles Is asinine nny worse aacidun folty; Blindness like that wuld scara tho mola and bat, And make Lbolivolieit monkey melancholy. melan-choly. - - - I say ence more, as I hava said before, ll Toting fur our Tiliens aad our Haysees Means only tight, then Liberty, good night I Pack up your ballot boxes and go to blazes! Unfurl your blood-red flaAs, you murderous mur-derous bftgd, You petroleuses of Farij, fierce and foamy: We'll sell our stock in Plymouth' blasted blast-ed rock, Pull up our stakca and migrate to Duhouiuy ! |