The Continental Monthly, Vol. 1, No. 6, June, 1862: Devoted To Literature and National PolicyVarious
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The Continental Monthly, Vol. 1, No. 6, June, 1862: Devoted To Literature and National Policy
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Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; United States -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Periodicals
When he learns out there, put him in another retail store of
more magnitude. Keep him at this three or four years, and then I
agree to make a merchant of him. I repeat, don't be disappointed at
my letter. I tell you candidly, if I had a son, that's just what I
would do with him, and it is just what I want you to do with Hiram.
I hope you will write me that you approve of my plan. If you do,
you may rely on my advice at all times, and I think I have some
experience in these matters.
'We all desire to be remembered to your husband and family.
'Very truly, your cousin,
'HIRAM BENNETT.'
He had added, from habit, '& Co.,' but this was erased.
The letter _was_ a heavy blow to the fond mother; but she recovered from
it quickly, like a sensible woman. In fact, she perceived her cousin was
sincere, and she herself appreciated the good sense of his suggestions.
Her husband, whom she thought best to consult, since matters were taking
this turn, approved of what her cousin had written, and so it was
decided that Hiram should become a clerk of Mr. Jessup, the most
enterprising of the two 'store--keepers' in Hampton. How he got along
with Mr. Jessup, and finally entered the service of Mr. Burns, at
Burnsville, must be reserved for a separate chapter.
_MONROE TO FARRAGUT._
By brutal force you've seized the town,
And therefore the flag shall not come down.
And having told you that it shan't,
Just let me show you why it can't.
The climate here is very queer,
In the matter of flags at this time of year.
If a Pelican touched the banner prized,
He would be _immediately_ paralyzed.
I'm a gentleman born--though now on the shelf,
And I think you are almost one yourself.
For from my noble ancestry,
I can tell the _élite_, by sympathy.
Had you lived among _us_, sir, now and then,
No one can say what you might have been.
So refrain from any sneer or quiz,
Which may wound our susceptibilities.
For my people are all refined--like me,
While yours are all low as low can be.
As for shooting women or children either,
Or any such birds of the Union feather,
We shall in all things consult our ease,
And act exactly as we please.
For you've nothing to do with our laws, you know,
Yours, merely 'respectfully, JOHN MONROE.'
_AMONG THE PINES._
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