The American Cyclops, the Hero of New Orleans, and Spoiler of Silver Spoons

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Title: The American Cyclops, the Hero of New Orleans, and Spoiler of Silver Spoons
Author: James Fairfax McLaughlin
Release Date: May 2, 2007 [EBook #21274]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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[Illustration: "A pot-house soldier, he parades by day,
And drunk by night, he sighs the foe to slay." _Page_ 19.]
THE?AMERICAN CYCLOPS,
THE?HERO OF NEW ORLEANS,
AND
SPOILER OF SILVER SPOONS.
Dubbed LL.D.
by?PASQUINO.
BALTIMORE: KELLY & PIET.?1868.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by?KELLY & PIET,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the District of Maryland.
Introductory.
The following little illustrated effusion is offered to the public, in the hope that it may not prove altogether uninteresting, or entirely inappropriate to the times. The famous pre-historic story of Ulysses and Polyphemus has received its counterpart in the case of two well-known personages of our own age and country. Ulysses of old contrived, with a burning stake, to put out the glaring eye of Polyphemus, the man-eating Cyclops, and thereby to abridge his power for cannibal indulgence; while our modern Ulysses, perhaps, mindful of his classical prototype, is content to leave the new Polyphemus safely "bottled-up" under the hermetical seal of the saucy Rebel Beauregard. Although the second Cyclops is yet alive, and still possesses the visual organ in a squinting degree, a regard for impartial history compels us to add, that the sword which leapt from its scabbard in front of Fort Fisher, has fallen from the grasp of the "bottled" chieftain, whether from an invincible repugnance to warlike deeds, like that which pervaded the valiant soul of the renowned Falstaff, or because an axe on the public grindstone is a more congenial weapon in the itching palm of a Knight of Spoons, has not yet been determined with absolute precision.
The warrior Ulysses, like his namesake of Ithaca, however widely opinion may militate upon his other qualifications, certainly deserves the everlasting gratitude of a spoon-desolated country for the strategy displayed in tearing off the plumes of the American Polyphemus, and fixing that precious flower of knighthood among the "bottled" curiosities of natural history.
The American Cyclops.
Progressive age! for contemplation's eye,?Thy checker'd scenes a glorious field supply;?Time was when Mercury waved the potent wand,?And Nature brightened in the artist's hand,--?When mind's dominion round the world was thrown,?Before usurping Mammon seized the throne.?Aspiring genius, chill thy noble rage,?For baser uses rule our iron age;?Drive the hard bargain, mart for sordid gain,?And where it will not win, hold honor vain;
[Illustration: "He wakes a patriot, presto, he is clad
As Fallstaff for the battle--raving mad." _Page_ 21.]
To lofty subjects bring the narrow view,?Shift with each scene, and principle eschew.?Are these the elements of man's success??Go where the busy throng all onward press;?Ay, there they flourish and will long remain,?Till virtue purge the haunts where vice doth reign.?Not to the few the moral taint's confined,?But in its boundless range infects mankind;?'Twere idle to upbraid the good old plea--?Might governs all, the rest were mock'ry.?The plumpest fly a sparrow's meal provides--?The heartless bird its agony derides:?"Nay," quoth relentless Sparrow, "you must die,?For you, weak thing, are not so strong as I."?A Hawk surprised him at his dainty meal,?In vain the Sparrow gasped his last appeal;
[Illustration: "The faithful groom the pawing steed attends,
The maudlin Cyclops all oblique ascends;
But ere the lambent flames consume the town
The Cid unhorsed, like Bacchus, topples down." _Page_ 21.]
"Wherefore, Sir Hawk, must I, thy victim, die?"?"Peace," quoth the Hawk, "thou art less strong than I."?Grimly an Eagle viewed the state of matters,?Swoops on Sir Hawk, and tears his flesh to tatters:?"Release me, King, and doom me not to die;"?The Eagle said, "thou art less strong than I."?A bullet whistled at the victor's word,?And pierced the bosom of the lordly bird;?"Ah, tyrant!" shrieked he, "wherefore must I die?"?The Sportsman said, "thou art less strong than I."?And thus the world to might becomes the dower,?While justice yields before remorseless