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he met many of his associates and some strangers, amongst whom was 

 the sergeant of police now disguised as a travelling Sheffield- ware 

 man, with a small pack of electro goods and some clasp knives, these 

 latter suitable for the rough work of farm-laborers. The murder was 

 the main topic of talk, but the keeper said "It will be time enough for 

 me to talk of it when it is found out," and joined his companions at a 

 game of cards. 



Nothing to help the policeman transpired; he left before the 

 others, so as^not to be seen to enter "Langholme" farm, and also to 

 watch, the Reaper leave and track him to his cottage, so as to be sure 

 that he went no where else, before going home. 



MEN OF THE WEST. 



We sent you o'er the sun-lit sea 



Men of the West 

 To carry peace and industry 



To war's unrest. 

 Xo grateful homage found ye there. 



Nor honor due: 

 A sullen land, with the threatening air, 



Admitted you. 



Ye faltered not at burning sun, 



Nor fever's might: 

 Nor when you found the task begun 



A bitter fight. 



Ye toiled amid a people rude, 



with patient zeal: 

 Nor lifted at ingratitude 



Th' avenging steel. 



A blighted land, that could not see 



The proffered light: 

 Nor comprehend that liberty 



Of truth and right. 

 They struck the hand that was their hope 



A cruel blow 

 The -hand that had not stooped to cope 



With such a foe. 



Ah! bravely then ye faced the blast 



And joyfully bled: 

 And pefshed*. fighting to the last. 



Our gallant dead! 

 We cannot weep at such a death: 



Nor toll the bell. 

 While, with a deep exultant breath, 



Our bosoms swell. 



We trusted, and were not deceived 



Men of the West: 

 Ye fought and died as ye have lived 



Your Nation's best. 

 And ye. who live to toil anew, 



We trust as well 

 As those who. faithful, toiled with you 



And, faithful, fell. 



Charles C. Ballard. Union College, '99 

 in New York Mail and Express. 



