CONTENTMENT. "Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, (A very plain brown stone will do,) That I may call my own;And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten;If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen! I always thought cold victual nice;My choice would be vanilla ice. Busts, cameos, gems, such things as these, Which others often show for pride, I value for their power to please, And selfish churls deride; One Stradivarius, I confess, Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess. SING, O goddess, the wrath, the on tamable dander of Keitt— Keitt of South Carolina, the clear grit, the tall, the ondaunted Him that hath wopped his own niggers till Northerners all unto Keitt Seem but as niggers to wop, and hills of the smallest potatoes. Late and long was the fight on the Constitution of Kansas; Daylight passed into dusk, and dusk into lighting of gas-lamps; — Still on the floor of the house the heroes unwearied were fighting. Dry grew palates and tongues with excitement and expectoration, Plugs were becoming exhausted, and Representatives also. Who led on to the war the antiLecomptonite phalanx? Grow, hitting straight from the shoulder, the Pennsylvania Slasher; Him followed Hickman, and Potter the wiry, from woody Wisconsin; Washburne stood with his brother, Cadwallader stood with Elihu; Broad Illinois sent the one, and woody Wisconsin the other. Squares to go in at the bar, when the dangerous varmint is cor nered. "Come out, Grow," he cried, "you Black Republican puppy, Come on the floor, like a man, and darn my eyes, but I'll show you" Him answered straight-hitting Grow, "Waal now, I calkilate, Keitt, No nigger-driver shall leave his plantation in South Carolina, Here to crack his cow-hide round this child's ears, if he knows it." Scarce had he spoke when the hand, the chivalrous five fingers of Keitt, Clutched at his throat, - had they closed, the speeches of Grow had been ended,· Never more from a stump had he stirred up the free and enlightened; But though smart Keitt's mauleys, the mauleys of Grow were still smarter; Straight from the shoulder he shot, not Owen Swift or Ned Adams Ever put in his right with more delicate feeling of distance. As drops hammer on anvil, so dropped Grow's right into Keitt Just where the jugular runs to the point at which Ketch ties his drop-knot; Prone like a log sank Keitt, his dollars rattled about him. Forth sprang his friends o'er the body; first, Barksdale, wavingwig-wearer, Craige and McQueen and Davis, the ra'al hoss of wild Mississippi; Fiercely they gathered round Grow, catawampously up as to chaw Moved Mott, mild as new milk, with his gray hair under his broad brim, Preaching peace to deaf ears, and getting considerably damaged. Cautious Covode in the rear, as dubious what it might come to, Brandished a stone-ware spittoon 'gainst whoever might seem to deserve it, Little it mattered to him whether So raged this battle of men, till into LONDON PUNCH. PURITANS. OUR brethren of New England use As late it happened in a town Against the articles in force Between both churches, his and ours; For which he craved the saints to render Into his hands, or hang the offender. But they maturely having weighed They had no more but him of the |