OR, THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. 



Bible folks, too, that is mostly, 

 Humanity never was perfected, 



One cheek smote, the other turned, 

 Then it was that they reflected. 



Winked at the old code duello. 



Where there could be no compromise, 



Where blood or life must wipe out 

 Stains 'twould not do to temporise. 



And to-day 'tis an honest querry, 

 If 'tis not best mode of settlement, 



Where honor is so deep involved, 

 To make a test of raettlement. 



Now looked upon as barbarous, 

 This great age the code discarded. 



Old times belonged to refinement, 

 To best classeF was awarded. 



'Twas handed down from chivalry. 

 Days of Fitz James and Roderick Dhue, 



Of bonnie Scotland's literature. 

 Doubt if we, better type, don't you? 



Our old time folks had fogy ways, 



A cowardheartily did despise. 

 Thief, even too low for contempt. 



And a liar would soon assize. 



In truth, they stood on higher plain. 

 Their social order less impure. 



Less of deceit than this fast day. 

 And in virtue far more secure. 



The war has brought its bad results, 

 And our old customs it has changed. 



Are learning fast the Yankee plans, 

 From the right we have been estranged. 



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