• A National Portrait
    THE YANKEE boy, before he ’s sent to school,
    Well knows the mysteries of that magic tool,
    The pocket-knife. To that his wistful eye
    Turns, while he hears his mother’s lullaby;
    His hoarded cents he gladly gives to get it,
    Then leaves no stone unturned till he can whet it;
    And in the education of the lad
    No little...