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New House That Jack Built, by L. Whitehead, Sr.
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<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 45067 ***</div>
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NEW HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.
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AN ORIGINAL AMERICAN VERSION.
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By L. Whitehead, Sr.
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<br />
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Designs by H. L. Stephens and G. G. White.
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New York: <br /> <br /> Beadle and Company, Publishers, 118 William Street
<br /> <br /> 1865
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TO THOSE,
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WHO,
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LOVING THEIR BELOVED WELL,
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LOVE THEIR
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COUNTRY NONE THE LESS,
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THIS WEDDING
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OF THE OLD AND THE NEW
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IS ADDRESSED:
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TO THOSE,
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WHO,
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LOVING THE RIGHT AND TRUE,
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HATING WRONG
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AND,
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SCORNING ALL SUBSERVIENCY TO PRIDE,
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THIS TRIBUTE
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TO
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PATRIOTISM AND FREE LABOR
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IS DEDICATED.
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<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>his is Jack, the
Laborer.
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<p>
He has worked with his muscles, his brain and his pen,
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<p>
For ages, to ransom the children of men.
</p>
<p>
Reformer in politics, morals, and law,
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<p>
The noblest example the world ever saw.
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<p>
The true type of progress for each generation,
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He works out his problems in every nation.
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For every man he does what he can,
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And never diverges one jot from his plan;
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He lays his foundation in human equality,
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And this, he affirms, is the only right polity.
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To old Plymouth Rock, with the Pilgrims he came,
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And the wilderness echoed the notes of his fame;
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And he worked with a will, till the top-stone was laid,
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In the Temple of Freedom, the house he had made.
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<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> tenement House,
on a National plan,
</p>
<p>
So Jack had designed, ere the House he began;
</p>
<p>
And so deep, and so wide did he lay the foundation,
</p>
<p>
That it took half the continent for its location.
</p>
<p>
No matter; the larger the better, thought Jack,
</p>
<p>
For millions of Freemen will soon find the track
</p>
<p>
Of Human Redemption out here in the West,
</p>
<p>
Where, free from oppression, the weary may rest.
</p>
<p>
So, up went the Pillars, from ocean to ocean,
</p>
<p>
And, out spread the Roof-Tree midst wildest commotion;
</p>
<p>
A glorious banner then waved from its dome!
</p>
<p>
And Liberty shouted: "This, <i>this</i> is my home!"
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<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he freedom of
Labor, the freedom of Speech,
</p>
<p>
Is the gift of the nation, to all and to each;
</p>
<p>
While, to worship his God, in the way he may choose,
</p>
<p>
Is secured by law, to both Gentiles and Jews.
</p>
<p>
A plow-boy may rise to the highest position,
</p>
<p>
And sanctify effort in every condition.
</p>
<p>
Truth, virtue, and knowledge, with science and art,
</p>
<p>
Each ply their vocation, some gift to impart,
</p>
<p>
That all may contribute, each one in his measure,
</p>
<p>
A tithe of his wealth to the national treasure.
</p>
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<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>e entered the
Temple, a thief in disguise,
</p>
<p>
And he glared on the treasure, with envious eyes;
</p>
<p>
He flew at Free Labor, with terrible spite,
</p>
<p>
And thought to destroy its charms with a bite;
</p>
<p>
With the jaws of Oppression he snapped quick and fast,
</p>
<p>
And Slavery's poison around him he cast;
</p>
<p>
Free speech, nor free press, nor a free institution,
</p>
<p>
Escaped the vile curse of the creature's pollution;
</p>
<p>
So the Rat he grew fat on the plenty around him,
</p>
<p>
And thought he had triumphed: the rascal! confound him!
</p>
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<a href="images/018.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
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<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>ome said that it
was not a Rat, they were sure,
</p>
<p>
But an angel of mercy, to comfort God's poor—
</p>
<p>
Sent hither, by Heaven, to do its decrees,
</p>
<p>
And serve the exclusives, the great F. F. Y. V.;
</p>
<p>
But the Cat declared plainly, with old-fashioned truth,
</p>
<p>
That he knew 'twas a rat, by its venomous tooth;
</p>
<p>
He had seen it in Egypt, in England and France,
</p>
<p>
Yea, all o'er the world it had led him a dance;
</p>
<p>
And now, having found him again on his track,
</p>
<p>
Out! out! went his claws, and up! up! went his back;
</p>
<p>
His hairs stood like bristles, and he wag'd his huge tail,
</p>
<p>
As a farmer swings round him his old-fashioned flail;
</p>
<p>
One bound and one grip, and the Rat was "non est,"
</p>
<p>
For Tabby too tightly his throttle had pressed!
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<h4>
<a href="images/020.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
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<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> quarrelsome,
snarling, aristocrat cur,
</p>
<p>
'Way down in the South, you may safely infer,
</p>
<p>
Disgusted with Tabby, now raised quite a fuss,
</p>
<p>
And blustered and swore he would kick up a muss;
</p>
<p>
He foamed at the mouth, and he shouted "Secession!"
</p>
<p>
Till curdom reechoed the hateful expression.
</p>
<p>
At length so excited the whiffet became,
</p>
<p>
It was thought by his friends that the dog was insane!
</p>
<p>
But, when he saw pussy his rage knew no limit;
</p>
<p>
It drove him stark mad in the very same minute;
</p>
<p>
He vowed with the shackles of Slavery to bind her,
</p>
<p>
And worried the Cat wheresoe'er he could find her.
</p>
<p>
Nay, more: in his madness, with fire and with sword,
</p>
<p>
He swore not to stop till the last drop was poured,
</p>
<p>
From the cup of his fury, on Temple and Nation
</p>
<p>
And Moloch rejoiced in the horrid oblation.
</p>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
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<h4>
<a href="images/022.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
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<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>f American breed,
and the purest extraction,
</p>
<p>
She roamed o'er the pasture, and cared not a fraction
</p>
<p>
What Cow, beside her, cropped the rich, flowery mead,
</p>
<p>
Or drank of the stream which her thirst had relieved;
</p>
<p>
'Twas nothing to her how many, beside her,
</p>
<p>
Partook of the good Heaven had not denied her!
</p>
<p>
Sheep, Horses and Oxen—nay, even the Ass,
</p>
<p>
Though Southern, was welcome to crop the sweet grass.
</p>
<p>
With such a fine temper her coat was like silk,
</p>
<p>
And she yielded the richest abundance of milk.
</p>
<p>
Now it happened, one day, that the ill-favored hound
</p>
<p>
Was worrying pussy, who refuge had found
</p>
<p>
Near the Cow, who good-naturedly looked up, to view
</p>
<p>
What was passing—as cows very naturally do—
</p>
<p>
When she saw at a glance the true state of the case,
</p>
<p>
And she told the Dog plainly he'd soon end his race
</p>
<p>
Unless he desisted to torture and plot
</p>
<p>
The ruin of each beast in the National Lot.
</p>
<p>
But the Dog was transformed! and a demon was there,
</p>
<p>
Incarnate and hidden, beneath the whelp's hair;
</p>
<p>
Divinity issued its fiat of Fate,
</p>
<p>
And the dog-fiend stood ready to launch forth its hate.
</p>
<p>
With demoniac rage, and a terrible roar,
</p>
<p>
That none but a fiend ever uttered before,
</p>
<p>
He sprung to his work of destruction and death,
</p>
<p>
Intending to finish it up with a breath!
</p>
<p>
But the Cow made a bow at the game he was trying,
</p>
<p>
Put her horns to his ribs, and then—sent him up-flying!
</p>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
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<h4>
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<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">N</span>o marvel that
sorrow and sadness oppress her—
</p>
<p>
That the loss of her loved ones should grieve and distress her;
</p>
<p>
Or that, like Rachel of old, with her desolate lot,
</p>
<p>
She refuses all comfort because they are not:
</p>
<p>
She weeps for the thousands led out to the slaughter,
</p>
<p>
Whose life-blood hath flowed as a fountain of water.
</p>
<p>
"What tho' the base cohorts of treason are routed?
</p>
<p>
"What tho' the false claims of disunion are scouted?
</p>
<p>
"My brothers, my kinsmen, oh, where have they fled?"
</p>
<p>
Thus the maiden forlorn vents her grief for the dead.
</p>
<p>
Lift thy head, thou fair Goddess of Liberty! See!
</p>
<p>
The Temple is saved by the <i>blood</i> of the Free!
</p>
<p>
And sanctified over, a thousand times more,
</p>
<p>
With the blood-sprinkled Seal on the posts of the door—
</p>
<p>
A sweet-smelling savor of incense divine,
</p>
<p>
For the Holy of Holies, the Patriot's shrine.
</p>
<p>
Now draw the rich nourishment freely, sweet maid!
</p>
<p>
Immense as the cost is, do not be afraid;
</p>
<p>
The stream inexhaustible, now, at thy will,
</p>
<p>
Shall flow like a river, the Temple to fill,
</p>
<p>
And the world shall acknowledge that Freemen can keep,
</p>
<p>
With dignified firmness, the harvest they reap!
</p>
<p>
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</p>
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<p>
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<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he wonder is, not
that he's tattered and torn—
</p>
<p>
That his garments are faded, and ragged, and worn—
</p>
<p>
That his features are bronzed, and his visage is marred—
</p>
<p>
That his limbs are all bruised, and his body all scarred;
</p>
<p>
The wonder is, how, in such terrible strife,
</p>
<p>
He has struggled so nobly and come out with life.
</p>
<p>
But the heaven-born instinct that nerved his brave spirit
</p>
<p>
A Temple to build, for the Free to inherit,
</p>
<p>
Inspired him with courage, enduring and true,
</p>
<p>
That Temple to save and its foes to subdue;
</p>
<p>
And he vowed that his work forever should be
</p>
<p>
Preserved and respected, blest, happy, and free!
</p>
<p>
At the cost of much blood, and his doublet and hose,
</p>
<p>
(For a man is a <i>man</i>, in despite of torn clothes,)
</p>
<p>
Jack has labored, and suffered, by day and by night,
</p>
<p>
For he knew that his cause was just, holy, and right:
</p>
<p>
The Goddess of Liberty smiled through her tears,
</p>
<p>
As her brave-hearted champion so war-worn appears;
</p>
<p>
And with mingled emotions of sadness and bliss,
</p>
<p>
She embraced her young Hero, and—gave him a kiss!
</p>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="linkimage-0011" id="linkimage-0011"> </a>
</p>
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</h4>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>e comes, and his
advent betokens the fate
</p>
<p>
That Despots and Tyrants all trembling await.
</p>
<p>
He comes! and the clank of the chains as they fall
</p>
<p>
From the captive, proclaim him the Savior of all!
</p>
<p>
He comes! and the doors of the prison fly open,
</p>
<p>
And the bond are set free by the word he hath spoken!
</p>
<p>
He comes! and before him all darkness and night
</p>
<p>
Flee away at his presence! for He <i>is</i> the Light!
</p>
<p>
The altar is raised, and the priest is at hand,
</p>
<p>
All shaven and shorn, at the altar to stand;
</p>
<p>
And now, through the land, the whole nation rejoices;
</p>
<p>
As the sound of great waters they lift up their voices!
</p>
<p>
A marriage! a marriage! a wedding so rare
</p>
<p>
The world never saw; and such a glorious pair!
</p>
<p>
No emperor or king—no hero of old,
</p>
<p>
Though decked in the treasures of purple and gold,
</p>
<p>
Could compare in his royalty, splendor and pride,
</p>
<p>
To the patriot Workingman claiming his bride.
</p>
<p>
No queen, though her form should be peerless in grace—
</p>
<p>
Though the smile of a seraph illumined her face—
</p>
<p>
Could compare with sweet Liberty, matchless, divine,
</p>
<p>
As she stood in her loveliness there at the shrine;
</p>
<p>
And angels smiled down from their home in the skies,
</p>
<p>
And the bowed ones of earth wiped the tears from their eyes,
</p>
<p>
And the spirits of patriots rejoiced to behold
</p>
<p>
The dream of their labors so brightly unfold.
</p>
<p>
A Union! A Union! that nothing shall sever!
</p>
<p>
Free Labor and Liberty wedded forever!
</p>
<p>
The priest at his labors, by word and by deed,
</p>
<p>
In active benevolence none could exceed;
</p>
<p>
In season and out, at all times of the year,
</p>
<p>
If his presence was needed he'd surely be there.
</p>
<p>
He would weep with the mourner, rejoice with the gay,
</p>
<p>
And help, with a blessing, the poor on their way.
</p>
<p>
Untiring, incessant, he grudged every minute
</p>
<p>
That kept him from work—for his heart, it was in it!
</p>
<p>
The lark was too late with its carol so sweet,
</p>
<p>
As it soared in the morning the sunshine to greet;
</p>
<p>
The priest could not slumber so long on his bed,
</p>
<p>
For he knew that his Master had not, for his head,
</p>
<p>
A pillow to rest on; and <i>he</i> would not dare
</p>
<p>
To refuse, in degree, his privations to share.
</p>
<p>
But listen! The cock, with a shrill chanticleer,
</p>
<p>
Proclaims, by his voice, that the dawning is near.
</p>
<p>
Awake, Priest, awake! To thy labors once more!
</p>
<p>
Away to the Temple, God's grace to implore
</p>
<p>
On the day—on the nuptials—and on this great nation,
</p>
<p>
Thus gathered to witness the New Life's celebration!
</p>
<p>
The shouts of the multitude sound through the air;
</p>
<p>
The bells peal their echo to hearts far and near;
</p>
<p>
Haste, haste to the altar—thy vesture gird on!
</p>
<p>
A nation of freemen to-day are new-born,
</p>
<p>
And the clarion of fame sends the tidings afar,
</p>
<p>
That the Right with the Might are triumphant:
</p>
<p>
Hurrah!
</p>
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