Such is earth’s pregnant lesson:  through all time
  Kingdom succeeds to kingdom—­empires fall;
From out their ashes, others rise and climb,
  Then flash through radiant greatness, to their fall.

ACROSTIC

To Miss Annie Eliza M’NAMEE.

My much respected, fair young friend
In youth’s bright sunshine glowing: 
Some friendly token I would send,
Some trifle, worth your knowing.

A lovely bird; the garden’s pride;
Nurs’d with the utmost care,
No flow’r, in all the gardens wide;
Incited hopes so rare: 
Each passing day develops more
Each beauty, than the day before.

Lovely in form, in features mild;
In thy deportment pure: 
Zealous for right, e’en from a child,
A friend, both true and sure.

May thy maturer years be bright,
Cloudless and fair thy skies;
No storms to fright, nor frosts to blight,
And cause thy fears to rise. 
May thy last days, in peace go past,
Each being better than the last;
Eternally thy joys grow brighter—­
So prays D. Scott the humble writer.

MINUTES

Of the Jackson hall debating society, Dec. 5, 1877.

My muse inspire me, while I tell
The weighty matters that befell
On Monday night at Jackson Hall
December fifth.  I’ll tell it all,
Day and year I’ll tell you even,
’Twas eighteen hundred seventy-seven. 
The Jacksonites were out in force,
No common thing was up of course,
But something rare and rich and great,
’Twas nothing short of a debate;
What was the question?  Let me see,
Yes; “Can Christians consistently
Engage in war against a brother
And at the same time love each other?”
But first and foremost let me say,
My muse has taken me astray,
So I’ll return to the beginning
Digression is my common sinning
For which your pardon I implore,
If granted, I will sin no more,
That is no more till the next time,
For when I’m forging out a rhyme,
The narrative which I would fix up,
I somehow rather oddly mix up.

A president must first be got,
So they elected James M. Scott,
He said he’d serve; (and that was clever,)
A little while, but not forever. 
A paper called a “constitution,”
Was read and on some person’s motion,
Was all adopted, at a word,
A thing that seemed to me absurd. 
Then instantly to work they went,
And filled the chair of president,
And William Henderson they took,
They knew their man just like a book. 
A scribe was wanted next to keep,
A record of their doings deep. 
On looking round they cast the lot,
And so it fell on David Scott. 
A treasurer was next in order
When looking up and down the border,