Now I shall write you another letter very soon,
and describe to you the country, and the people, and the children, and
how I amuse myself, and every thing that I think you will like to hear
about; and when I seal this letter, I shall drop a kiss on the cover.
Your loving daughter,
SUSANNAH TOUCHANDGO.
P.S. Tell Mr. Robthetill I will write to him in a day or two. This is
the little song I spoke of:
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
My heart is gone, far, far from me;
And ever on its track will flee,
My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea.
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
The swallow wanders fast and free:
Oh! happy bird, were I like thee,
I, too, would fly beyond the sea.
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
Are kindly hearts and social glee;
But here for me they may not be:
My heart is gone beyond the sea.
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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.
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THE AUTOCRAT'S PRAYER.
Europe! hear the voice that rose
From the chief of Freedom's foes--
When he bade war's thunders roll
O'er the country of the Pole--
To his Cossacks on parade
Thus the Calmuck robber said:
"Mine the might, and mine the right,
Stir ye, spur ye to the fight--
Bare the blade, and strike the blow
To the heart's core of the foe--
Slaughter all the rebel bands
Found with weapons in their hands;
On! the holy work of fate
Russia's God will consecrate.
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