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NEW YORK, THURSDAY, JUNE 15, 1876. { 17 UliRliiam St! (CJltyHall S»|r.) 
WHERE THE LADY’S-SLIPPER GROWS. 
[Poem read at the Commencement of Cornell University, Jane 1876, 
efore the Alumni. Advance sheets famished to Forest and Stream.J 
/'RUNNING, dainty little shoe, 
V_y FUled with limped depths of dew, 
Where the faery shallops float. 
Coasting round the flower’s throat, 
Like the wild man’s moccasin, 
Of the fawn-deer’s velvet akin, 
Ronnded heel and stubby toes, 
Thus the lady’s-slipper grows. 
Hnmming-bivds fly down and quaff 
Nectar from this pure carafe, 
Linger long above iha lip, 
And its sweetened waters sip, 
Glossy are tlteir vests and green. 
Yellow is the flower’s sheen, 
Green and gold the picture glows 
Where the lady’s-slipper grows. 
Come, my Wend, and leave the town, 
Walts of red and dnst of brown. 
Heated hot with noon-day glare. 
Dizzy with its toil and care— 
Leave the busy marts of trade. 
Seek the woods and fragrant, shade 
b: the sassafras and rose, 
Where the lady's slipper grows. 
This the way, I’ll be the gDide, 
Up the mountain’s laureled side, 
Through the pines which overlean 
Beaded plots of wintergreen. 
By the woodohnek’s crooked trail 
To the low and hidden vale 
Which great cushioned rocks inclose. 
Where the lady’s-slipper grows. 
Blessed is each sprig and spray 
Of the sombre woods to-day. 
Blessed with an unction sweet 
For the pilgrim at their feet. 
Here the moss is moist with dew 
All the livid day-time through, 
And all things invite repose 
Wtere the lady’s-slipper growB. 
Like as deep and azure eyes ‘ 
Flicker glimpses of the skies— 
Flicker, flicker drowsily 
Through the green roof of the tree; 
Morn may go and go the noon, 
Come the owlet’s eyrie croon, 
Yet we ever dream and doze 
Where the lady’s-slipper grows. 
Half awakoandhalf asleep 
We can feel the shadows Creep- 
Shadows of each shmb and tree— 
Up the hill’s acclivity— 
Here the grape-vine’s bosky arch 
Joins the pepperidge and larch, 
Wreathing them in nuptial clothes, 
Where the lady’s-slipper grows. 
Here the lazy, truant bee, 
Yellow-breeched in luxury, 
Stays and swoons, nor will he go. 
Till the brazen sun be low. 
Like the ghOBt of by gone fret, 
Which we mock and then forget, 
Comes the call of distant crows, 
Where the lady’s-slipper grows. 
Honeysnckles form a hedge 
On the overhanging ledge, 
Kissing ns with fragrant lips— 
And the pearly trickle drips. 
As in some great water-clock, 
From the fountains of the rock, 
On whose eaves the nine-bark blows, 
And the lady's-slipper grows. 
Friend, I w.uld that life like this, 
Free from care and avarice, 
Free from traflic’s rush and roar, 
Might be onrs forevermore. 
Though the earth be bought and sold 
For a paltry bit of gold, 
Man to Mammon nothing owes 
Where the lady's-slipper grows. 
1 am tired of striving long 
With the avaricious throng, 
Climbin j_up by trampling down 
Fello m jokers for renown— 
-lSPiousif ul0latmylleart 
cukes beneP 10 v , ict ? r . a 1 pal ' t > 
and was aftC ambuton a tbtoe8 ’ 
4 wretch first Wippet ^ 
I am tired of ahnm and show. 
Gilt above and dross below, 
In the parlor* on the pave, 
At the wedding and the grave. 
I am gratef nl to have fonnd 
Rude and wild and virgin ground 
Where there are no iftlse-beart shows. 
Where the lady's slipper grows. 
Vanity of vanities 
Are the courts and galleries 
Where one lias to bow and smile 
Though his heart ache all the while— 
But we find among the trees 
Prettiest of poesies. 
And forget life's painful prose 
Where the lady's-slipper grows. 
In the wicked world that is 
Desert to this oasis, 
Lives are ground into the dust. 
Tnnocente there are who must 
Sell their souls to buy their bread. 
And, like spectres of the dead, 
Wan and wishful, not one knows 
Where the lady'e-Blipper grows. 
Knowing not that they would bo 
Wrapped in. love and sympathy 
Conld llie solace or Lhid place 
Bathe each worn and wasted face; 
Ah, could they but realize 
That within this paradise 
All are friends and none are foes, 
Where the lady’s-slipper grows! 
There’s a talc the wild men tell, 
Which I like surpassing well, 
How that when one’s footsteps halt 
At the dim and peacoful vault, 
When one’s hands arc heaviness. 
And bis lips are motionless, 
When one dies his spirit goes 
Where the lady’s-slipper grows. Frank Carpenter. 
For Forest and Stream . 
gig Stick ing iff gnmniat: 
I WILL take advantage of a quiet Lour to send you a 
short description of a day’s sport in Jamaica which 
may be of interest to your readers, as that island is so very 
different from anything to be found in the North American 
continent, and yet is very easy of access from its shores. 
I have thrown open the Jalousies to gaze upon the aston¬ 
ishing flood of moonlight that is pouring down through the 
valleys in the mountain slopes at LUe rear of the house; and 
as I call to mind the cool, dewy, delicate fragrance of those 
same valleys as we rode through them about dawn-hour this 
morning, and turned from the fairy-like wealth of strange 
forms of vegetation around us, to gaze back over the plains 
bathed in misty heat-haze to the sapphire sea beyond, it 
strikes me forcibly that a life among such scenes, inlaid 
with an occasional trip to busy London, gay glittering 
Paris, or New York, which is a sort of mixture of both, 
with a strong national flavor to lend variety, ought, for 
any reasonable human being, to afford as pleasant a pro¬ 
gramme as need he desired. Bleak winter never invades 
these mountain paradises; no drear and dark Decembers put 
thoughts of Euthanasia into heads; the bodies belonging 
to which have alas increased too much ill weight, and the 
nerves slackened too much in tension, to make ploughing 
through the furrows, or crashing through a bull-finch, any¬ 
thing but unmitigated torture. 
The fiery heat which would scorch the plains below hut 
for a huge punkah of Nature’s own manufacture, which 
causes tho land-breeze to swing oneway, and the sea-breeze 
another, with a mild monotonous motion, is here tempered 
also by the elevation, and seldom, even at mid-day, compels 
any one in ordinary health to refrain from active exercise. 
Here too, every conceivable variety of herb, root, fruit, 
fern, flower, orchard, grain, or grass, can he mndeto Bproul 
and flourish by the exercise of a little care and attention, 
while many of these grow in rich spontaneous abundance, 
and would defy your efforts If you attempted to extermin- 
ate them. The streams and seas abound in fish; the moun¬ 
tain mullet is one of the Jamaican delicacies enumerated 
by a former Governor—the Bari of Mulgrave, I think—as 
being of unapproachable excellence; the black coat and 
the ring-tail pigeon were the others. There was a fourth— 
but there has been a change sinco the earl’s time, not per¬ 
haps indeed, for, as Artemus Ward remarked, “If you'll 
take notice, you'll always find a great deal of human na¬ 
ture in man," but certainly in word—sol shall leave the 
last luxury to be guessed at by those who do not know the 
tropics. Those who do will have little margin left for 
conjecture. 
To return, however, to our excursion, our party, besides 
negro assistants—one of whom was a special crony of 
mine—consisted of my host, two sturdy young Englishmen 
who were acting as book-keepers—as they call them in Ja¬ 
maica—on a neighboring sugar estate, and myself. I was 
heavily armed, having provided myself, in addition to a 
breech-loading shot guu, and a small, but serviceable rifle, 
with a formidable weapon whieh was as near an approach 
to a boar-spear as our skill and materials permitted Cesar 
Augustus, my afore mentioned crony, and myself to manu¬ 
facture. The rest contented themselves with shot guns. 
We had some nondescript mongrels of dogs with us, the 
ugliest and 1 1 ’ - sa," u~ of which belong to Cesar Au¬ 
gustus. Vi e were mounted on slrongponies, Uesav Augus¬ 
tus having one of his own, and being provided in addition 
with two or three youngsters clad in shirts and fragmen-. 
tary trousers iu special attendance on himself to carry his 
gun or hold his pony. Cesar Augustus is one of those 
lucky negroes whom we have turned loose in a tropical 
paradise, and whom, in an absurdly unreasonable manner, 
we curse because they wont work. Why, indeed, should 
they work? Who works when he has all the desires he 
knows of abundantly gratified? Cesar Augustus is a 
country gentleman, he holds his property in fee-simple, or 
rather he simply pays no fee. When his provision ground 
is worn out he chooses another, and the feed of all the 
horses he could use would not be missed from the luxuri¬ 
ant pastures around him. He took us to hunt at his house, 
which certainly did not look inviting from the outside, but 
within was clean and comfortably furnished, and his hill 
of fare would have made many a mouth of tho English 
middle-class water. For all this I don’t suppose he works 
two full months out of the twelve, and there are hundreds 
upon hundreds like him in Jamaica. Long before lunch 
time, or breakfast time, as they call it in the tropics (be¬ 
tween eleven and one o’clock), we were on the track of a 
pig, and eagerly did our mongrel pack proclaim the part 
they took in the proceedings. After a whilewe might have 
dispensed with their services altogether; for, not only did 
the ground become too broken to permit of our remaining 
on horseback, but the covert grew so thick that the track 
of the wild boar become distinctly visible, and e’er long, 
in order to follow, we had to crouch beneath over-lacing 
branches and tangled creepers. Our canine assistants, of, 
course, soou left us far behind, but, after persistent efforts, 
and at the expense of torn skin and clothing, we succeeded 
iu emerging into a comparatively open space—one of those 
curious blocked up sink-holes that abound in Jamaica, 
where some former stream, whose course has been changed 
by earthquake or hurricane, had been used to dive into the 
bowels of the eurtli—and in the immediate vicinity of 
which a fierce strife was now raging. 
At the pool of a small cliff, festooned all over with vege¬ 
table draperies of every conceivable pattern, and among 
some broken boulders which had lain in the bed of the by¬ 
gone current, the wild hog had made his lair; and was 
now at bay, defending himself gallantly against the dogs, 
some of whieh had already suffered severely from rash at¬ 
tempts to pull him down. To have shot him, of course, 
would have been a matter of no great difficulty, but I was 
determined to flesh my maiden spear, and more by good 
luck than good management for my hand through want of 
practice was sadly unsteady, I succeeded in administering 
a neat coup d« grdee, and the quarry was soon broken up 
with some attention to the rules of woodcraft. We then 
found our way to Cesar’s cabiu where wo partook of the 1 
luncheon or breakfast I have already alluded to, and, iu; 
