California Agriculturist and Live Stock Journal. 



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Iiexington. 



BY JOHN G. WHITTIEn. 



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-^ '^O maddening thirst for blood bad thoy, 



'. No battle-joys were theirs who set 

 -- V Against the alien bayonet 

 ^^ Their homespun breasts in that old day. 



Their feet had trodden peaceful -ways, 

 They loved not strife, taey dreaded pain, 

 They saw not, what to us is plain, 



That God would make msm's wrath His praise. 



No seers were they, but simple men; 



Its vast results the future hid; 



The meaning of tlie work they did 

 Was strange and and dark doubtful then. 



Swift as the summons came they left 

 The plow, mid-furrow standing still. 

 The half-gi'ound coru-grist in ttie mill, 



The spade in earth, the axe in cleft. 



They went where duty seemed to call; 



They scarcely asked the reason why; 



They only knew they could but die. 

 And death was not the worst of all. 



Of man for man the sacrifice, 



UuBtaiued by blood, save theirs, they gave. 



The flowers '.hat blossomed from their grave 

 Have sown themselves beneath all skies. 



Their death-shot shook the feudal tower. 

 And shattered slavery's chain as well; 

 On the sky's dome, as on a bell. 



Its echo struck the world's great hour. 



The fatal echo is not dumb; 

 The nations listening to its sound. 

 Wait, from a century's vantage ground. 



The holier triumphs yet to come, — 



The bridal time of law and love, 

 The gladness of the world's release, 

 When, war-sick at the feet of Pence 



The hawk shall nestle with the dove,— 



The golden age of brotherhood. 



Unknown to other rivalries 



Than of the kind humanities, 

 And gracious interchange of good. 



When closer strand shall lean to strand, 



Till meet beneath saluting flags. 



The eagle of our mountain crags. 

 The lion of our mother-land. 



"Our Patriot Flag." 



BY GEO. COOPER. 



Hark to the tramp that echoes down the ages. 



What flag is that now streaming o'er the air? 

 The soldier's pride, the glory of the sages- 

 All honor be to thee. Columbia fair! 

 The standard of Columbia now unfurl, 

 While here we meet beneath each hallow'd 

 fold; 

 To tyrants foul our hate and scorn we hurl. 

 Welcomes extending as our sires of old ! 



Thy natal day our patriot flag we hail, 



Undimm'd in lustre now each star appears 

 In faith to thee our hearts cannot fail, 



While Freedom marshals on the golden 

 years! 

 The standard of Columbia now unfurl. 



While hero we meet beneath each patriot 

 fold. 

 Thy natal day oTir flag we hail. 



In faith to thee our hearts cannot fail! ! 



The mandates of our fsthers we should heed; 

 One hope be ours, united hearts and hands! 

 O still shall live each grand and noble deed, 

 Deathlees the mem'ries of our glorious land! 

 Thy refuge keep for all the world's oppres't 

 Beneath thy folds we march at duty's call, 

 While Freedom's fire shall kindle ev'ry 

 beeast, 

 With thee we'll conquer, or with thee we'll 

 fall I 

 The standard of Columbia now unfurl, 

 While heje we meet beneath each patriot 

 fold; 

 Beneath thy folds we march at duty's call, 

 With thee we'll conquer, or with thee we'll 

 fall! 



Sale of Jersey Cattle.— The auction 

 sale of Jersey cattle by A. Mailliard, at 

 his ranch in Nicasio, last month, resulted 

 in the disposal of forty-five head. The 

 prices ranged from $75 to $250, which, 

 considering that Mr. Mailliard's is prob- 

 ably the best herd of Jersey cattle in the 

 United States, was very low. 



CeBtennial Song*. 



BY CAUL BRENT. 



Twine me a wreath for the centuries! 



Forge me a chain for the agesi 

 Sing me a song that shall echo 



Furthest down history's pages! 

 Bright wreath and stout chain and great Bong 



Tassing the wisdom of ages. 



Wreath that through summers and winters 

 Ever shall blossom and brighten; 



Chain that though broken or loosened, 

 Ever shall strengthen and tignten; 



Song that in days that are darkest 

 Hearts of the people shall lighten. 



Here is tbe wreath; the world'H wander; 



States in their sovereignty twined. 

 Here is the chain; it is Union; 



States in one nation combined. 

 Here is the song; it is Libi-rty's, 



Best of the births of the mind. 



Years that have passed are a hundred; 



Never bloomed blossoms so long. 

 Cunktr and rust on tbe iron, 



Yet it is solid and strong. 

 Discords have come; but tbe music 



Clings to the wonderful soui/- 



"Uncle Sam's a Hundred," 



Oh, ye Powers! what a roar, 

 Such was never heard before — 

 Thundering from shore to shore, 

 "Uuclo Sam's a hxmdred!" 



Cannon boom and tnimpets bray. 

 Fiddles squeak and fountains play— 

 'Tis his great Centennial day— 

 "Undo Sam'B a hvmdred!" 



Stalwart men and puny boys. 

 Maids and matrons swell the noise, 

 Every baby lifts its voice, 



"Uncle Sam's ft hundredl" 



Nervous folks, who dote on quiet. 

 Though they're half distracted by it. 

 Can't help mixing in the riot, 

 "Uncle Sam's a hundred!" 



Brutes that walk and birds that fly, 

 On thf earth or in the sky, 

 Join the universal cry, 



"Uncle Sam's a hundred!" 



Well, BuppoBO he ia— what then? 

 Don't let us act like crazy men; 

 Must we take to fooling when 

 "Uncle Sum's a hundred!" 



FERNERY AND FLOWER STAND. 



Once the star-blossoms, in fury. 



Scattered, flew out of their course; 

 Oiue were the stout links severed, 



Burst by a terrible force; 

 Once was the harmony driven 



Back to its heavenly source. 



Past tbe convulsion, the blosBoms 



Multiplied, brightened again; 

 Quickly the links reunited. 



Sundered and broken in vain; 

 Sweetly the bars of the music 



Joined in the wonderfug strain. 



Fragrance goes forth to all countries, 



Fatal to Kaiser and King; 

 Still to tbe chain do tbe peoples 



Lovingly, trustingly cling; ; 



Still the oppressed of all nations i 



Liberty's sj-mphony sing. i 



Thus hath it been through the century; j 



Thus shall it be through the ages; 



Thus shall the future behold it, 

 Fairest of history's pages; 



Bright wreath and atout chain and great song 

 Passing the wisdom of ages. 



There he stands— our modem Saul- 

 Head and shoulders above all: 

 Yet "Pride goes before a fall." 

 E'en though one's a hundred. 



"What's a hundred in onr day ?'* 

 Foreign Uncle Sams will say; 

 "Let us sit and watch the play- 

 He is but a hundred. 



"Granted he's a shapely youth- 

 Fair and ruddy— yet, forsooth! 

 He's too young— and that's the truth- 

 Only just a hundred. 



'•"When he's twice as old. paxdie! 

 'Twill be easier to foresee 

 What will be his destiny. 

 Now he's but a hundred. 



'•When he plays his bovish pranks. 

 Should he seek to join our ranks. 

 We 11 reflect. But now— no, thanks! 

 Why, he's but a hundred." 



Yes, our Uncle's years are few; 

 He is young— the charge is true; 

 Let us keep that fact in view. 



Though he counts a hundred. 



Don't let's tempt him to ignore 

 Warnings that have gone before; 

 Perils both by sea and shore. 

 Now that he's a himdred. 



Let UB strive with earnest heart. 

 Each of us to do his part, 

 So that he may scape the smart. 

 Seeing he's a hundred. 



And with solemn, graceful thought 



Of the deeds that he has wrought. 



Guided, cherished, favored, taught, 



Till he reached a hundred. 



Let «8, as we vaunt hla worth, 

 Mingle bubernesB with mirth. 

 While we shout to all the earth, 

 "Uncle Sam's a hundred!' 



Ode to Jonathan. 



BX JOHN BDXX. 



I sing a Yankee, latest human growth; 



A hero seldom stupid, slow, or flat, 

 But often ever sharp, or fast, or both — 



A self-willed, mauy-titled Democrat, 

 Squire in New York, and Captain in the West; 



A Judge on California's golden strand; 

 In the Sunny South a Colonel, at the least; 



But Deacon in the true old Yankee land. 

 A rapid traveler to walk with. 



Alike through flowers and thomB buund to get 

 Easy to trade. CT ilrink or talk with, [on; 



But very hard for any one to sit on. 

 Who storms a battery like an old crusader; 



Gives freedom to a race tome carele»s minute; 

 But would buy Satan's homestead as a trader. 



And ardently aver " There's millions in it." 

 To whom e<iuality'B a precious gem; 



Though sometimes he may kick Chinese or 

 darkies. 

 And in his secret bosom doth contemn 



All foreigners— below the rank of marquis. 

 In Elaine, who ranks in Calvin's flre*proof class; 



In Kansas worships God with straxipcd revol- 

 ver; 

 By the dunces, in New Orleans, after mass; 



In Brooklyn sobs a tear-o'erflowed dif-solver. 

 Who thinks a schoolhouse is a sacred place. 



And education cures all mortal phthtsics. 

 But looks askance at high scholastic grace. 



In Greek and Latin, French and metaphysics. 

 HtedlesB what charm on painted canvas glows; 



Indirterent, oft to strophe and to stanza, 

 Hut listuing with loving ears when blows 



Tbe western wind trom newly-found bonanza. 

 Yet who, though willing after gold to dash 



Through sea and fire, and gloomy ore-lined 

 cavern. 

 Not often hoards his hardly-gathered cash- 

 But noDly builds a. fourteen -story tavern. 

 Such is the subject of tht-se brief remarks: 

 A lawless, pious free-souled money-maker; 

 Who his cigar would light at Pluto's sparkJa, 

 And then try buying heaven by the acre. 



The Centennial Hymn. 



BV JOHN G. wurmzB. 



Our fathers' God! f rum out whose hand 

 The centuries fall, like grains of sand. 

 We meet to-*lay. united, free, 

 ,^,nd loval to our land and Thee. 

 To thank Thee for the era done. 

 And trust Thee for the opening one. 



Here, where of old, by Thy design. 

 The lathers spoke that word of Thine 

 Whose echo is the glad refrain 

 Of Tended bolt and falling chain. 

 To grace our festal time from all 

 The zones of earth our guestfi we call. 



Be with us while the New World greets 

 The Old World, thronging all its streets, 

 Unveiling all the triumphs won 

 By art or toil beneath the sun; 

 And unto common good ordain 

 The rivalship of hand or brain. 



Thou who hast here in concord furled 

 The war fl.*igs of a gathered world. 

 Beneath onr Western skies fulfill 

 The Orient's mission of good will, 

 And. freighted with love's golden fleece. 

 Send back the Argonauts of peace. 



For art and labor met in tmce, 

 For beauty made the bride of use, 

 We thank Thee, while withal we crave 

 The austere virtues, strong to save, 

 The honor proof to place our gold. 

 The manhood never bought or sold! 



O! make Thou us through centuries long. 

 In peace secure, in justice strong; 

 Around our gifts of freedom draw 

 The safeguards of thy righteous law, 

 And, cast in some deviner mould. 

 Let the new cycle shame the old. 



A simple and effectual remedy for the 

 prevention of milk tixrning sour in sum- 

 mer consists in adding to each quart 15 

 grains of bi-carbonate of soda. 



