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Photo of David Barker with full beard, and signature "Very best, Your obt.Servant, David Barker"

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Historical Sketch





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children of

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On the 7th of July, 1874, my brother David wrote me an affectionate letter, concluding as follows:

"I shall do my best to live here below a while longer, but the chances look doubtful. Should we not meet again, do what you think best with the songs I have sung here, and I promise you one from beyond at the earliest possible hour, and from a harp attuned by your angel daughter Evvie, if I can find her upon the same plane upon which I am permitted to enter, with the lingering earth stains which may be found upon me."

In a few weeks afterward he was at my office in Bangor, tottering upon his cane, and there for the first time met Mr. Wiggin, the author of the "Epistle to Davie," appended to the biographical sketch, by Judge Godfrey, herein published. It gave me great pleasure to introduce the poets to each other. At the close of the interview, David said to Mr. Wiggin: "I don't know whether the world will remember me, Ed., but if they do, you shall live with me." and turning to me, said: "See to it, Lew., that we go down through the years together."

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After his death, in September following, his widow sent me all his manuscripts, as left by him, carefully folded up, with the following direction pinned on them:


The accompanying manuscript contains all the poems I have preserved, and from which the proper selections are to be made, if published. I regret that some scraps contained herein were written, and that I have not health to copy the good and reject the other. If my brother Lewis survives me, and publishes my poems, he will see to it.

D. B.

Though shrinking from the thought of inviting public attention to myself, and all unfitted for this kind of work, I dared not decline the thrice imposed duty thus enjoinecd upon me by one so dear to me. The following volume contains by far the greater part of what he has written. I have carefully preserved and had bound, in two volumes, every scrap of his original manuscript, that somebody may correct any error I may have committed, in my selections or rejections, if it shall ever be deemed worth the while to do so.

The "First Courtship" has never before been published. Almost every other production in this volume has, within the last twenty-five years, been seen floating upon the sea or in the eddies of American newspaperdom. "Early Recollections" was his first and "Katahdin Iron Works" was his last publication. In my selections I have been governed by the single rule of excluding every word which I thought he might now regret having written.

Bangor, January, 1876.

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Biographical and Historical Sketch, ix
My First Courtship, 3
A Welcome to Hugh De Payen Commandery, 201
Faith, Hope and Charity, 203
Give Them Bread and Not a Stone, 165
John Warner's Not Dead, 171
My Last Request, 159
The Templars, 131
The Sign of Distress, 104
The Mason's Death and Burial, 169
Proposed Meeting of Northern and Southern Masons,186
Died, 122
Laying the Corner Stone, Exeter, 215
The Atheist's Last Look, 218
The Covered Bridge, 107
The Pale Boatman, 113
Thoughts at a Funeral, 206
When, Where and How Shall I Die, 161

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A Solace for Dark Hours, 118
Act Yourself, 141
All at Home, 135
At the Front, 227
Billy Dee, 200
Early Recollections, 126
Fanny Ward, 134
Hope of Bliss, 158
Influence and Retribution, 172
Katahdin Iron Works, 229
Light, 221
My Sister, 125
Mary Hall, 120
My Child's Origin, 124
Make Your Mark, 166
Mary Dee, 207
Never Get Ready to Die, 160
Old Rufus Ray, 148
Only She and I, 123
One World at a Time, 139
Pious Like Hell, 168
Prayers and Kisses, 205
The Poor Wood Hauler, 110
The Shepherd and the Lamb, 111
The Fools Ain't All Dead, 144
To Leather French, 115
Try Again, 173
The Under Dog in the Fight, 103
The Poet's Invitation, 192

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The Bevelled Grindstone, 193
The Two Prisoners, 225
The Blind Gateman, 208
The Bradbury Boys, 210
Unfinished Task, 231
Where the Old Folks Lived and Died, 106
When You and I Where Boys, 136
A Welcome to the Second Maine Regiment, 112
A Few Words About the Burns Case, 143
General Berry, 108
Lines to John A. Hill, 191
Old Willey, 153
Old Camp Ground, 114
Soldiers of Meduxnekeag, 163
The Old Ship of State, 130
The Rebellion, 178
The Empty Sleeve, 176
To John Brown in Prison, 133
You Thousand of Men, 139
An Hour with Tom Plumadore, 217
Apostrophe to a Gong, 174
A Song for the Boys, 188
A Thought, 223
Cornele, 227
Five Stanzas, 189
Hammer and Anvil, 185

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Lines Suggested by Wendell Phillips' Lecture, 204
Steamboat Knitting, 224
Saxon Pluck, 150
The Lion and Skunk, 146
The Six Fellows, 196
The Wheat and the Tares, 195
The Spanked Bottom, 184
The Third Cremation, 213
What is True Poetry, 219

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Nearly twenty years ago there appeared in the New York Evening Post the following stanzas:


One night, as old Saint Peter slept,
He left the door of Heaven ajar,
When through, a little angel crept,
And came down with a falling star.

One summer, as the blessed beams
Of morn approached, my blushing bride
Awakened from some pleasing dreams,
And found that angel by her side.

God grant but this—I ask no more—
That when he leaves this world of sin,
He'll wing his way for that blest shore,
And find the door of Heaven again.

The lines immediately attracted attention and were copied extensively into the newspaper press throughout the country. Governor Andrew was so impressed by them that he carried them with him, affirming that they were "the sweetest lines he ever read."

Of course their paternity was soon discovered, and the name of David Barker became familiar. That such charming verses should escape the profane hand of the parodist was too

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much to expect, when those of Longfellow and Whittier could not. They came out from under it, however, with a greater lustre, and, notwithstanding the momentary shock to his sensibilities when it first fell under his eye, Mr. Barker had the satisfaction which Mrs. Sarah J. Hale experiences in regard to an early poem of her own, which had been subjected to many travesties, that it "has done a world of good, nevertheless;" and of knowing that his little gem would sparkle when parody and parodist were buried in oblivion.

Other productions of Mr. Barker have added no little to his reputation. Among them "The Old Ship of State," " The Under Dog in the Fight," "The Covered Bridge," and "The Empty Sleeve," have met with great favor. That, however, which in the opinion of many of his friends, will be most enduring, is his longest poem, "My First Courtship." There is so much apparent reality in the scenes described in that poem, and many of the forms of expression adopted are so happily introduced, that the people of his region, to whom their significance is clear, will recur to it with delight.

In the last years of his life, this poem was read, by Mr. Barker to many audiences in different parts of the State, and from the admirable faculty he had of inoffensively pressing into his service, on occasion, the names of pronminent individuals in the assembly, as if they were of the dramatis personæ, he created great amusement among his hearers.

Mr. Barker was born and reared, and spent the chief part of his life, in the thrifty agricultural town of Exeter, in the State of Maine, At the time of his birth, the population of that town, not five hundred, was composed chiefly of sensible, hard-working, enterprising people, who had immigrated

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thither poor, but with a determination to have a share in the world's prosperity. Among these pioneers was Nathaniel Barker, a native of Exeter, New Hampshire, then late. a resident of Limerick, Maine. He came in 1802, and was instrumental in having the name of his native town given to this one of his adoption. He took up a farm, and, in 1807, married Sarah Pease, then of Exeter, but born in Parsonsfield, Me., a wife not behind him in heroism and enterprise. Ten children were the fruit of the marriage,.the sixth of whom was David. Hon. Noah Barker was the oldest, and Hon. Lewis Barker was the seventh. Both of these gentlemen have held prominent positions in the State. David was born September 9, 1816. When in his seventh year, the family were thrown into deep affliction by the death of, the father, who was accidentally killed, in Bangor, by his team, in 1823. The suddenness of the calamity was sufficient to unnerve a person of less sensibility than the widow; but, though overwhelmed with grief, she at once comprehended, and bravely assumed, her double responsibility. It was important that she should know what were her resources for the support of her family. She found that her husband's estate must be administered upon, and relying mainly upon herself, she commenced early proceedings in the Probate Court, riding on horseback nearly thirty miles over devious bridle-paths and rough roads, to and from Bangor, in doing her business. She discovered that the estate was insolvent; and all she could obtain, with which to sustain her young family, was an allowance of three hundred dollars from the Judge of Probate, and a trifle of dower. But, with this little property and the encouragement of her older children, she resolved to make the

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attempt to live independently of outside assistance. She was upon the farm that her husband had purchased, but it was incumbered for more than it was worth. She and her children determined to redeem it, and they did; and now, at the age of eighty-six, she lives upon that farm.

Hon. Josiah Crosby, in his eloquent eulogy upon the subject of this sketch, notices the mother and family in the following language:—

"The mother was a woman of great energy of character, and strong religious faith. A family council was held at which it was resolved by the mother and concurred in by all those of the children of sufficient maturity of judgment to take part in the deliberations, not to separate, but to keep the family together, seeking no aid from relatives or strangers, but relying upon their own strength, and faith in God. The event has signally justified the wisdom of their resolve. The children all grew up, were well educated, and have all attained to and maintained a highly respectable position in society. In contributing to this happy result, the children have ever been justly proud to acknowledge their obligations to the influence of their mother's energy, wisdom and force of character. I have also ever believed that to the precepts of their elder brother Noah, but more especially to the quiet, unobtrusive but constant force of his example in integrity, industry and perseverance, much of their success in life is to be attributed. Their bereaved condition, instead of depressing their spirit, taught them habits of self-reliance, inspired energy, and fitted them to combat with the world perhaps with more success in after life, than if the great misfortune of their youth had not befallen them. The case may perhaps afford another illustration of the truth of the trite remark, that our greatest afflictions are often blessings in disguise."

David was too young at the time of his father's death to be of much assistance to his mother, but he early learned that

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he must depend upon himself when he had attained to sufficient age. He had ambition for knowledge, and was an apt scholar. Until about sixteen years of age, he had only the advantages of the common school. He had, then, by his industry, obtained sufficient means to enable him to attend the Academy in Foxcroft. In that excellent school he made such proficiency that, after a time, he was employed in it as an assistant. After leaving Foxcroft, he engaged in school teaching, and soon became so popular as a teacher that his services for common schools were always in demand. He was emnployed in his own and neighboring towns, and was at one time called away from home as far as Eastport, where he exercised his skill as instructor very satisfactorily.

But it was not his intention to make teaching his vocation. He thought that a trade would be more manly, as well as more profitable, than the profession of a pedagogue. And he was correct, for, in that day, the common school master was deemed a sort of necessary evil, and paid accordingly. He chose the trade of blacksmith. He was too frail, however, for the severe toil required by that occupation, and, after a short apprenticeship, his health broke down, and he left it to be always an invalid.

When Samuel Cony (the late Governor Cony,) first established himself as a lawyer in Exeter, Mr. Barker entered his office to qualify himself for the profession of the law. He made due proficiency, and was with that gentleman until he removed to Oldtown. He then went into an office in Bangor, and, not long afterwards, was admitted to the Bar. He opened his law office in Exeter, and was in successful practice there until within two or three years before his death, when his

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physical system had become so shattered that he did little else than occasionally occupy himself in poetical composition; reading sometimes in public when he felt strong enough. But the time came, at last, when he had to relinquish that delightful employment.

While on a visit to his friends in Bangor—yet maintaining the belief that many years were in store for him — he quietly sunk into his final slumber. He died at the house of his brother, Mark Barker, Esq., September 14, 1874, at the age of fifty-eight years.

At the next term of the Supreme Judicial Court, in October, Judge John A. Peters presiding, the following resolutions of the Penobscot Bar were presented by Hon. Josiah Crosby, accompanied by an eloquent and touching tribute to his memory.

Resolved, That the members of Penobscot Bar have heard with deep sensibility the announcement of the death of Brother David Barker, a member of this Bar.
That, as a mark of respect to his memory, we desire to put on record our cheerful testimony to his ability as a lawyer, his amiability, urbanity and unquestioned integrity; and we shall ever remember with much interest those other gifts by which he was distinguished in the lists of poetic fame.
That these proceedings be recorded, and a copy of the same be communicated to his family by the Secretary in token of our sympathy with them in their great bereavement.

Mr. Crosby, who knew him well—having for many years been his nearest neighbor of the profession—said:

"His ability and attainments in the legal profession, notwithstanding constant feebleness of health, were highly respectable; and there is no doubt that had his health been firm, and his physical powers equal to his mental, he might have

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attained to a distinguished position at the bar. Those of his brethren who some fifteen or twenty years since were accustomed to meet him in the conflicts of the arena, will well remember that victory over such an antagonist was not easily won. Feebleness of health, however, seated upon the nervous system had a tendency to create a disrelish for the combative part of legal practice, which he finally relinquished, and gladly sought a purer and higher enjoyment in the fascinating realms of poesy.

In his practice he was ever honest and honorable. His word was never doubted. Sympathy for the distressed, was a most prominent trait. He never oppressed the poor, never treated them with haughtiness, never trod upon their feelings. His heart and purse were ever open to the calls of charity. His poem on the Masonic sign of distress could never have originated with one not in sympathy with the unfortunate. It was this trait, undoubtedly, which, when many years ago to be called an abolitionist was in the minds of most people, to be called by a term of reproach; in the times when Wm. Lloyd Garrison was mobbed, and churches were burned, I say it was in great measure this trait which led him to break loose from all his political affiliations, and to claim for himself the appellation of the unpopular abolitionist. He was not only honest in his business relations, but he had in a marked degree that higher type of honesty, which caused him to be faithful in the expression of his convictions, and to follow them to their logical result.—He desired not the rewards of political ambition. The only political position he ever held was that of representative in the Legislature, which lhe filled one year at the request of his townsmen, with much credit.

No man was ever more free from the trammels of dogmas, creeds and traditions, but his religious faith was strong. HIe had a firm belief in an overruling Providence; the life hereafter; and that death was but an entrance to a higher state of existence; as that impressive poem, "The Covered Bridge," will readily bring to the mind. His religion, however, was not of the boisterous kind. It consisted in doing to others as

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he would have others do to him, rather than the observance of forms and ceremonies, and the utterances of emotion.

In one department, that of poetry, he had obtained a distinguished reputation, a lot which seldom happens to travelers in the rugged and difficult paths of the legal profession. Poetry he loved. The muses answered kindly to his call, and it was a source of just satisfaction to him, that he had written some things which would live after him. The " Sign of Distress," "The Covered Bridge," "The Empty Sleeve" and many others of his productions, and poems will not soon die."

Judge'Peters bore testimony to his excellent qualities in the following graceful response:

"Gentlemen of the Bar: — I am happy that it falls to myself as a member of this Court, to express a cordial concurrence in the sentiments contained in your resolutions, and in the warm. and glowing tribute of respect paid to the deceased by your committee, in presenting them.

I first knew the deceased, when I came to the Bar of this county, about thirty years ago. I very well remember his encouraging expressions to me when I was engaged in trying the first cause that I ever tried in this court. After I had gained some position at the bar, in the trial of causes, he often employed me for his clients. I do not now recollect that we were ever opposing attorneys, in any litigated case. We were often together. In our professional intercommunication, he wrote to me many letters — some of them in verse — of a humorous character, containing flashes of wit and fun. Our relations led me to know him well.

Although he was not lacking in any of the intellectual qualities which would have made him a successful advocate, still he was disinclined to take upon his shoulders the heavy responsibilities and burdens which an advocate has to bear. But he was a most valuable associate. His court business was always perfectly prepared. There was great method and completeness in his preparation of causes for trial. His perceptions were very quick and exact; and his whole soul was engaged in any cause undertaken by him.

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After all, professional life, evidently, was not entirely in accord with his predominating tastes; and for that reason, he has established before the world more position and reputation out of, than in the courts.

He was extensively known and appreciated as a man. He was invariably courteous and cordial. It was always pleasant to meet him. His nature was kindly and sympathetic, and sensitive. This led him to be, sometimes, easily elated or depressed. Still he had great firmness of purpose and serious and settled convictions, although never obtruded upon anybody or offensively expressed. He had no toleration for the shows or shams of society, either in the social or the moral world. We all very well remember how well he loved his country during the late war; how absorbed he was in its exciting scenes; what an enthusiast he was about the questions, regarded by him as affecting human freedom! He found in those stirring events an inspiration for that peculiar literary effort for which he possessed a gift.

His poetical productions will be the principal monument to his fame and memory. I frequently urged him to collect and publish them, while he lived. I was satisfied that they would meet with marked public favor, which would have been a great gratification to him. But nothing would have more deepy affected him, in his life time, than an anticipation and belief —if such a thing could have been —that this grateful and tender tribute was in store for his memory from this bar. My personal sentiment and feeling is, that observances like this should not pass into neglect, or out of our esteem. They may serve to stimulate a motive for honorable conduct at the bar. There can be no better memorial offered for honorable professional life than a tribute from the fraternity, placed upon the records of the courts where honorable character has been attained in the practice of the law.

The name and character of our lamented brother will long be fresh within our memories. He will be long remembered by us for his cordial, personal greetings; his pleasant anecdotes, and playful remarks; his activities and sympathies

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in all the events that for many years passed about us; his gifts in poetical effusions that hit off our local habits, customs and character; his own good character as a man, and his unsullied reputation as a practitioner at this bar.

It was sad to see him in the prime of manhood pass away. His death has cast a gloom and shadow upon our path. It is another reminder that life is but "a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and soon vanisheth away."

But we have the consolation that death is the beginning of immortality. As Longfellow expresses it —

"There is no death!
What seems so is transition."

In compliance with your request the resolutions of the bar are ordered to be entered on the records of this Court; and as a further mark of respect this Court will now be adjourned."

Mr. Barker left a widow —the daughter of Timothy Chase, Esq., of Belfast —and a son and a daughter. While not what would be called "a money getter," yet he left a tolerable estate. When his unpromising start in life, and his struggles always with disease, from his maturity, are considered, there must be a feeling of satisfaction that his success was so great. As a poet he will live. There are many gems from his pen that cannot die. The touching references to his mother, in several of his poems, will endear him to all who maintain their regard for the filial sentiment, and they are legion.

His townsmen manifested their regard for his abilities by electing him a Representative to the Legislature of 1872. But, though he was a useful member, and very popular, yet this kind of public life was not to his taste, and he had no desire to be returned. His modesty led him to doubt his right to any peculiar public regard, and he was often subject to surprises. That his poetical fame should bring to him the

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degree of A. M., from Bowdoin College, was as gratifying as it was unexpected. From individuals in different parts of the country, who had been moved by one or another of his poems, he received letters expressing deep obligations for the pleasure he had afforded them. But the surprise which, of all others, most affected him, was a poetical greeting he received from one. who had been a soldier in the war of the Rebellion, of whom he then had never heard, but whom he afterwards met and thanked for his charming compliment — assuring him that, should his own effusions be remembered, these verses should share their fortune, so far as he could make provision therefor. It is fitting that they should have a place here.

The stanzas were printed in the Bangor Daily Whig and Courier, from which they were taken, with the preliminary,remarks of the editor, Capt. C. A. Boutelle.

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These lines were intended for perusal only by the "Bard of Exeter," Me., David Barker, Esq., to whom they were addressed; but having come into our possession, we have taken the liberty of giving them that wider publicity to which their exceptional merit entitles them. — EDITOR.

My Davie dear, I lang hae thought
That I suld like to know ye,
If but to mak' acknowledgment
O' a' the debt I owe ye;
A debt o' gratitude untold,
For strains sae sweet an' true, mon,
They struck my heart's maist tender chords,
An' thirled them thro' an' thro', mon.

I've aften thought,'I'll write the lad,'
But modesty restrained me,
(It's been the bane o' a' my life,
An' muckle it has pained me);
An' something said "Why tak' the pains?
Why, mon, gin ye had wrat it,
He'll tak no notice o't ava
Ye'll never ken he gat it."

But this ae morn when a' alane,
An' time was hinging heavy,
Said I (I've said't a thousand times),
"By Jove! I'll write to Davie,"
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If he'll disdain a brither mon
Because he's ca'd a poet,
Then ilka line belies him sure,
His verses dinna show it.

I mind ae night in days lang syne,
When by the camp-fire seated,
A brither soldier, sin' gane hame,
Sone lines o' yours repeated.
Twas that aboot the 'Empty Sleeve,'
It moved us a' to tears,
Tho' some o' us had grown sae hard
We hadna greet for years.

An' years agane, when my sweet bairn
Went o'er my heart to heaven,
An' frae my vera saul the light
O' life seemed darkly driven,
I chanced ae day in some auld prent
Thae lines o' yours to meet,
Aboot the 'Shepherd an' the Lamb,'
An' oh, they seemed sae sweet.'

0 Davie, mon,'tis sweeter far
To speak a word o' cheer,
To some puir brither sinner's heart,
When a' seems mirk an' drear;
To cast ae glintin' ray o' light
Across some darkened way —
'Tis sweeter far than warld's applause,
Or gear that can decay.
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But gin I dinna hae a care
I'll e'en get melancholie,
An' then my muse (she's weak at best)
Will sure desert me wholly.
Not aye ye rhyme o' tender themes,
But aften i' your daffin',
Ye rin us aff a random screed,
Near pits us dead wi' laughin'.

Your'Bevelled Grunstane' true to life —
How aft I've seen sic misers,
Sae mean they aye o'erreach themsel's
In spite o' a' advisers.
An' thae queer lines ye read the day
The sodgers met thegither,
Aboot 'Auld Willey's gaun t' enlist —
'T-was better e'en than tither.

Your 'Dog'—— but gin I name them a'
'Twad mak' owre lang a letter,
But ilka ither ane ye write
Is sure to be the better;
An' just the ither day ye met
Wi' frien's frae far awa',
An' thrawed us aff the'Bradbury Boys,'
By Jove! 'ts the best o' a'.

There's ae thing aye aboot yure rhymes
That draws me kin'ly to'em,
An' that's the strain'o manliness
That's ever rinnin' thro' 'em;
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Nae sickly, sentimental whine,
Nor cynical compleenin',
But aye aff han', right honest words,
That hae an honest meanin'.

Lang may ye live to court the muse,
An' may she ne'er desert ye;
May sorrow ne'er yure ingle blight,
An' poverty ne'er hurt ye;
An' hoping sune that you an' I
May chance to meet thegither,
I sign mysel' for weal or woe,
Yure loving frien' an' brither.


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CountTopic key
1 Courtship unmarked
9 Masonic Poems marked (m)
7 Religious marked (r)
36 Moral and Sentimental unmarked
12 Patriotic marked (p)
16 Miscellaneous marked (o)
when 2 poems start on a pagemarked top (t)
or bottom (b)

Contents in page number order

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[Title page] i
[Copyright] ii
Preface by Lewis Barker [2 pages] iii-iv
Topical Table of Contents [4 pages] v-viii
Biography by Hon. John E. Godfrey [11 pages] ix-xix
[1 blank page] xx
Epistle to Davie, by Edward Wiggin, Jr. [4 pages]xxi-xxiv
[Division title page] 1
[1 blank page] 2
My First Courtship, 3-99
[2 blank pages] 100,102
[Division title page] 101
The Under Dog in the Fight, 103
The Sign of Distress, 104 m
Where the Old Folks Lived and Died, 106
The Covered Bridge, 107 r
General Berry, 108 p
The Poor Wood Hauler, 110
The Shepherd and the Lamb, 111
A Welcome to the Second Maine Regiment, 112 p
The Pale Boatman, 113 r
Old Camp Ground, 114 p
To Leather French, 115
A Solace for Dark Hours, 118
Mary Hall, 120
Died, 122 r
Only She and I, 123
My Child's Origin, 124
My Sister, 125
Early Recollections, 126
The Old Ship of State, 130 p
The Templars, 131 m
To John Brown in Prison, 133 p
Fanny Ward, 134
All at Home, 135
When You and I Where Boys, 136
One World at a Time, 139t
You Thousand of Men, 139b p
Act Yourself, 141
A Few Words About the Burns Case, 143 p
The Fools Ain't All Dead, 144
The Lion and Skunk, 146 o
Old Rufus Ray, 148
Saxon Pluck, 150 o
Old Willey, 153 p
Hope of Bliss, 158
My Last Request, 159 m
Never Get Ready to Die, 160
When, Where and How Shall I Die, 161 r
Soldiers of Meduxnekeag, 163 p
Give Them Bread and Not a Stone, 165 m
Make Your Mark, 166
Pious Like Hell, 168
The Mason's Death and Burial, 169 m
John Warner's Not Dead, 171 m
Influence and Retribution, 172
Try Again, 173
Apostrophe to a Gong, 174 o
The Empty Sleeve, 176 p
The Rebellion, 178 p
The Spanked Bottom, 184 o
Hammer and Anvil, 185 o
Proposed Meeting of Northern and Southern Masons,186 m
A Song for the Boys, 188 o
Five Stanzas, 189 o
Lines to John A. Hill, 191 p
The Poet's Invitation, 192
The Bevelled Grind-stone, 193
The Wheat and the Tares, 195 o
The Six Fellows, 196 o
Billy Dee, 200
A Welcome to Hugh De Payen Commandery, 201 m
Faith, Hope and Charity, 203 m
Lines Suggested by Wendell Phillips' Lecture, 204 o
Prayers and Kisses, 205
Thoughts at a Funeral, 206 r
Mary Dee, 207
The Blind Gateman, 208
The Bradbury Boys, 210
The Third Cremation, 213 o
Laying the Corner Stone, Exeter, 215 r
An Hour with Tom Plumadore, 217 o
The Atheist's Last Look, 218 r
What is True Poetry, 219 o
Light, 221
A Thought, 223 o
Steamboat Knitting, 224 o
The Two Prisoners, 225
At the Front, 227t
Cornele, 227b o
Katahdin Iron Works, 229
Unfinished Task, 231