A Parody

113 reprints from 1847-08-04 to 1891-08-02

A Parody

by An Old Bachelor

From The Grand River Times

1857-03-04

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That rounds my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler in the ground,"
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered—"Nary place."

Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary men may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Were crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place!
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopt for a while, and spluttered, "Yeou git eout."

And thou serenest moon,
That, with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls
With their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where muslin is not known,
And calico is not?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet but sad responded, "Pooh!"

Tell me, my secret soul—
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go,
And may dwell in peace?
Faith, Hope and Truth—best boons to mortals given—
Waved their bright wings, and answered, "Yes, in Heaven!"

POETRY.

From Aberdeen Journal

1847-08-04 · Aberdeen, Scotland

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A Good Parody

From Milwaukee daily sentinel.

1857-02-16 · Milwaukee, [Wis.]

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Tell me, ye winged winds, That round my pathway roar, Do ye not know some spot Where women fret no more?

From The daily Cleveland herald.

1857-02-21 · Cleveland [Ohio]

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From The daily Gate City.

1857-02-23 · Keokuk, Iowa

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,

Do you not know some spet
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And eradles are not found?

The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered--"Nary place."

Tell me thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary m

an

From The daily Gate City.

1857-02-23 · Keokuk, Iowa

Houses. Only a single man from the North,
and he the chosen candidate of the Freesoil-
ers for the Speakership in the House of Rep-
resentatives, uttered a word on the occasion,
and that word cold as the Northern ice.
Such is the alliance between the Southern and

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may find

A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of plsse?

waves

sounding a perpetual shout,

Stopt for a while, and splutt ered, "Yeou git cout."

Tell me, my secret soul-
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are
Where females never go
And man may dwell in peace?

Faith, Hope, and Love,--best boons to mortals giv-
en,
Waved their bright wings, and answered--"Yes, in

Heave

From Kenosha tribune & telegraph.

1857-02-26 · Kenosha, Wis.

Tell me ye winged winds.
That round my pathway roar.
Do ye not know some spot,
Where women fret no r.iorvf
Seme lone and pleasant dell.
Some "holler” in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And enlckered as it answered—“ Nary plate-”
• Tell me thou misty deep.
Whose billows round me play,
Know’ll though some favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace.
Where crineline is not,
Aud hoops are out of place?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Slept tor awhile, and spluttered “Yeou git eoat.”
And thou serenest moon,
That, with such holy face,
Dost took upon the girls
When they their beaux embrace,
Tell me in all thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where muslin is not found.
And calieo is not?
Behind a eloud the moon withdrew In woo,
Aad a voice sweet but sad responded, “Pohl”
Tell me, my secret soul—
Oh! tell me, Hope at:d Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death?
Is there no happy *pot
Where bachelor’s are blessed,
Where females never go
And man may dwell in peace?
Faith. Hope and Truth best boous|to mortals given Waved
their bright wings, aud answered—“ Yes, In Heaven!"

Some scamp has perpetrated the following parody on McKAY'S "Tell me ye winged winds"

From The Daily Scioto gazette.

1857-02-27 · Chillicothe, Ohio

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From Grand River times.

1857-03-04 · Grand Haven, Mich.

' Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant dell,'
Some " holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles nre not found 1
The loud wind blew the snow Into my face,
And snickered as it answered" Nary place."
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round roe play,
Know'st thon some favored spot, .
Somo Island far away,
Where weary men may find
A place to smoke In peace,
Where crinoline Is not,
And hoops nre out of place 1
Tho loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopt for a while, and spluttered " Ycou git cout."
And thou sercnest moon,
That, with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls
With their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Whcro muslin Is not known,
And calico is not ?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet but sad responded, " Tooh 1"
Tell me, my secret soul
Oh ! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death ?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors arc blessed,
Where females never go,
And may dwell In peace?
Faith, Hope and Truth best boons to mortals
given
Waved their bright wings, and answered, " Yes,
in Heaven "

From Holmes County Republican.

1857-03-05 · Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio

rind blew the snow into my lace, '
'And snickered as U answered Ifary place."J
f'1 Tell me, ye misty rdeep 1 1 -
'frhose billows ro'ond'me play,'
-' ' Kaow'st tbou some favored spot,
Some island iar away, ' ' '
iKhmltoixj aia 7 fiad ' '' ,i;
J-A place to wnoke in' peace,'-
"Where erinollne is not, ' l;; 'V
! iAnd hoops are ontoi"placet 1
The lond wares, sottiKfing a perpetual shout, '
JStop'fd far tar a while, and spluttered "Yeon
git eit-"- 7' .' . -; '" '
; : ,: -.- ' r- ' I : "' I
' r rV And thou, eTenest mooa, , . r .. . ..;
That with such holy face ,.u :
Post look upon the girlg-j . j
Vhp with their beaux embrace, . ,,
' Tell me, in all thy round
Jjant taon wt8eea'snM4n?et-r: J.
. ttliere muslin is not known,
.rj. .i And calico is not? , lJ;
Behind the cloud the mooa withdrew in woe, :
i&ad a Totce sweet but sad responded "Pohl". ; ;
"! '.jTell me, my sacred soul "'
Oh! Ml me Hope and Faith - : : !! 1
Is there no resting place - "" : ' ' '
From wyjueu, girls and deat?
. Ig there no happy spot
j . 'r "Where bachelors are blessed! . : . . ;
"1". Where females nerer'go, . t
r And jnan may dweUjia peace?, . a , , ,, .
Fiiiti, Hope and Truth best boons to mortals
.given.., , , -.i. t jj. V.. :,. ; -:
JTavcd their bright, wings, and answered,. .. . , i
,. ';Tes,i. Heaven!";.. ",, . .

From The Weekly Minnesotian.

1857-03-07 · Saint Paul, Minn. Territory

Tell me ye winged wind*,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know *oine apot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some “holler” In the ground,
Where babies never veil,
And cradles are net found f
The loud wind blew the snow into say face,
And snickered as It answered—'‘‘Nary place.”

Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know’st thou tome favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke In peaoe.
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place ?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopt for a while, and spluttered “Yeou git eout.”

Tell me, my secret soul—
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and death ?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors arc biassed,
Where females never go
And man may dwell in peace t
Faith, Hope, and Love—best boons to mortals giren—
Waved their bright wings, and answered ‘yes, in Heaven

From New-York dispatch.

1857-03-15 · New York [N.Y.]

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some “ holler in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And crad’es are not found-?
The loud wind blew the snow Into my face,
And snickered as it answered, “Nary place.

From Mineral Point tribune.

1857-03-17 · Mineral Point, Wis.

’• 11 me, to winged winds,
1 hat round my pathway roar,
ye not know >“ine spot
Where women fret no more ?
Some ione and pleasant dell,
>otno ’* holler’ in the ground,
V> ’ion* babies never yelL
And cradles are not found ?
T if* loud v. ir?d Mew the snow into mv face,
Aud snickered as it .answered—“ Xarv pi ice,’*
Tell me, thou misty deep,
billows round me plar.
Know < thou s uie favored spot,
Some Island faraway,
"U hero weary man may find
A i>l •to -moke in peace.
Where crtnoHne is not.
And hoops are out of place ?
e loud wav,-s so a din.- ap ; dual shout,
" av. bile, a. . splutter -d “ Veou git eout.**
And then, serenest moon.
That wit; such holy iacc.
Dost look upon the prig
When thev their beaux embrace ;
Tell me, in .11 thy round.
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where i in i< i ot found,
• .\f J cal-' •is nor r
71 •liln-J acl • It’, noon viihdrew in wap.
And a voic >w. i A sad r.-spondod, “Poh I**
Tell me, ray secret soul—
Oil ! i tie, 11• 'i Faith,
Is there i;■ esting place
From woman, girls and death ?
Is there no happy son:
Where bachelor’s are blessed,
"V\ lu re fei.; . ?s never go
And man may dwell in peace?
Faith, 11 pe and i . best K. ms to mortals given
Waved their bright ings, I answered—“ Yes, i

Parody

From The Ripley bee.

1857-03-21 · Ripley [Ohio]

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From Quasqueton guardian.

1857-03-21 · Quasqueton, Buchanan County, Iowa

Ttll me, ye winged winds,
IJhat round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some ppot
ere women fn-t no more.?
Some lone and pletuaut dell,
8wnc holler" in the ground,
Wlirre bftbies never yell,
And cradles aro not fouud?

The loud wind blew the snow into my face.
Aid Bjiiclzervd as it answered—" ^wy gjace."

i T«ll me, thou misty deep,
",4 ^Whose billows round mepl*Y»
:Y JCnowst thou some favored ajNl|tff
\i »Jfcme Island faraway,

W here weary man may find
A pla^c to Miioke in rteiMMS,
Whe rn crinoline in iHt,

g'M And hoops arc out of plroo?
The loud waves sounding a perpetual Aost,
Btoptfocawhile, and spluttered 'yeougiteoirt.'

From Monmouth weekly herald.

1857-03-26 · Freehold, N.J.

Teli me, ye w inged winds
That round my pathway roar,
Do you not know some spot
Where women fretno morel
Some !ono and pleasant dell,
Some " holler ' in the ground.
Where babies never yeli,
And cradles are not found 1
The ioud wind blew the snow into toy face,
And snickered as it answered—"Nary piace."
Teli me, thou misty deep,
Whose biiiows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace;
Where crinoiine is not,
And hoops arc out of piace 1
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stop for a white and spiuttered " You git eout."
And thou, serenest moon,
That with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls,
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tel! me, in aii thy round,
Hast thou tu t seen some spot
Where rnusiin is not found
And calico is not 1
Behind a cioud the moon withdrew in woe.
And a voice sweet, but sad, responded "Poh!"
Teil me, my secret sou)—
f)h ! teli me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death 1
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females trouble not,
And man may dwell in peace I
Faith, Hope and Truth—best boons to mortals givet
Waved their bright wands, and answered, " Yes, it
Afcatrcn!'

From The Texas Republican.

1857-03-28 · Marshall, Tex.

Iell me, ve winged win
That round my pathway
Do ve not know some spol
Where women fret no more!
Some lone and pleasanl dell,
Where babies never yell,
Aad cradles are not fou
The loud wind blew the sanw
And snickered as it answert

Whore billows round me play,
Kno west thou sonte invored spot,
me island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where erfaoline is no!,
And hoops ate out of place!
I he lond waves sounding a perpetual shon
Stopt for a while, and spluttered,"I
eit cou!""
ell me my secret
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting pla
Irom women, girls, and des
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed
Where females never go
And man may dwell in peace!
Faith, Hope, and Love- best boons
mortals given-
Waved their bright wings, and answer

From Bellevue gazette.

1857-04-02 · Bellevue City, N.T. [i.e. Neb.]

Do ye not know some spot.
Some lone and pleasant ddl,
. 8ome "holler" In the ground,
Where babirs never yell,
Aud cradles are not found ?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered ns it answered "Nary place.''
Tell me thou misty deep,
1 Whose billows round me play,
Kuowesl thou some favored spot,
Soinb island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke In peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place ?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopt for a while, and spluttered, "Yeou git
eout,"
Tell me, my secret soul
Oh I tell me, Hope and Faith,
Ts there no resting place
From women, girls and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed ;
Where females never go,
Andaman may dwell in peace?
Faith, Hope, and Love best boons to mortal
given
Waved their bright wings, and answered
j "Yes, in Heaven !' ! ! :

From The Abbeville banner.

1857-04-02 · Abbeville, S.C.

'l'ell mo, yn winged winds,
Thai round my jmtliwuy ronr,
Do ye noi know sonic ipot
Whore women fret 110 more ?
Sonic lone nnd pleasant dell.
Some '"holler" in the jirouud,
Where babies never yell,
And crudlex are not found (
The loud winds blow the enow into my face,
And snickered ns it answered?" Nury place."

Tell mo, thou misty deep.
Whose billows round me plnv,
Know est thou smile favored spot,
Some island far uwny,
Where weary muti may find
A place to smoke in pence,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The loild waves, Hounding ;i perpetual shout.
Stopped for a while, utid epluttvri-d?" Ycou irit
cout!"
Tell me, my secret boul?
Oh 1 lell m?\ Hope and Faith,
Is there r.o resting place
From women, girls, and death ?
Is there iso happy ppot
y V Where bachelors are Messed ;
-Where females never go
And man uiuv dwell in peace I
Faith Hope and Lovo (best boons to mortals
given)
Waved their bright wings, and answered, " Yes,
in Heaven.

From Orleans independent standard.

1857-04-03 · Irasburgh, Vt.

Tell me yo winged wind
That round my pathway mar,
Do ye not know some siiot
W here women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some " holler" in the ground.
Where babie-t never yell,
And cradles are nut found ?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered " Xary place."
T ell me thon misty deep,
Whose billows round mc play,
Know'st thou some favored sot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The load waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
btopt lorn while, and .piuttered "Yeou get eout.'
And thou, serenest moon,
That, with uoh holy face,
Iot look iiKn tli. girls
When they thiir beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round.
Hast thou, not seen tome spot.
Where muslin is not fwumd,.
And calico-i not?
Khtud the cloud, the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet but sad, roo Jed Poll V
Tell roe, my secret soul
Oh! tell me Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place

From women, girls, and death 1
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed.
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peace?
Jaith, Hope and Truth best boons to mortals
givt.lv
Wave their bright wing?, and answer " Yet, i

From The Tipton advertiser.

1857-04-04 · Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa

xerchief in hand and plaintive voice read;

The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered--"nary place."

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler in the groand,"
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found

Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place

The loud waves sounding a peretual shout.
Stopt for a while, and spluttered, yeou git out."

Tell me, my secret soul-
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and death,
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go
And man may dwell in peace?

ton Railroad, on Thursday,

arch 12th, constitutes the most terribl

From The home journal.

1857-04-04 · Winchester, Tenn.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow in my face,
And snickered as it answered- "Nary
place."
Tell me thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play.
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetal shout,
Stop for a while, and spluttered "Yeou git
cout."
Tell me, my secret soul
Oh! tell me Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed;
Where females ney er go
And man may dwell in peace?
Faith, Hope, and Love--best boons to
mortals given
Waved their bright wings, and answered,
"Yes, in Heaven.

From The western Democrat.

1857-04-07 · Charlotte, N.C.

Do ye not know some spot.
Some lone and pleaxant dell.
Some "holler" in the ground.
Whan babies never yell.
And cradleti are not found ?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face.
And snickered as it answered Nary place.'
Tell me. thou misty deep.
Whose billows round me play,
Knowest thou some favored spot.
Some island far away.
Where weary man may find
A place to siifi.ke in pence.
Where erlnaHttc Ss nt.
And hoops are out of place ?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout.
Stop for awhile, and spluttered. "Yeou git
out."
Toll me, my secret soul
Oh ! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From woman, girls and death ?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed ;
Where females never go.
And man may dwell in peace ?
Faith, Hope and I.ove best boons to mor
tals given
Waved their blight wing, and answered
"Yes in Heave

From Richmond enquirer.

1857-04-07 · Richmond, Va.

Ttll me, ye wicked winds,
'1>| .. . vu .U lUj pi.Loaj rear,
L> y?u not know ?< me spot
\ her.- w >tneu f et tin more 7
Soinn lone no') piessatit dell,
Sonii "Holler" in the giound,
Where babies never yell.
And cradles are uoi found ?
Tne bud vrmd blew tlie snow into my face.
Ami snick-red us it answered?"Nary place."
Tell me, ibou misty deep,
Wti .so billows round m>Knnwi't
thou some favored spot,
Nonao l?lnd far away.
Where weary men may find
A place fn eiii.nto in peace,
Where crinoline it not,
And hoops am out of place 7
The loud wnide, routining a perp-tusl ehouf,
stop for a while and splintered "Yeou git ?out.'
And thou, nereuest moon,
That with such holy (at e,
look upon the girls,
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tail uir, in all thy round,
Ilast ttiou not seen acute spot
Where muslin is not tound
And calico In uuf 7
D-hicd a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voioe sweet, but sad, responded "fob!"
Tell or, my aecret soulOb
I tell me, Uope and Faith,
Jr o^re no resting place
i rom womn, girls and death 7
... .ncre no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed.
Where females never go.
And man may d?-i: in peers 7 .
Filth. Hspe and Truth?beat booue to mortal r-iver?
Wav?d their bright wacds, and answered, Yes, i

From Nashville union and American.

1857-04-14 · Nashville, Tenn.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do you not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered.-"Nary place"
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,"
Knows't thou some favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crindine is not,
And hoops are out of placer
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stop'd for a while and splut ered "Yeou git cout."
And thou, serenest moon,
That with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls,
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tell me in all thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where muslin is not foand
And calico is not?
Bebind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet, but sad, responded "Pot!"
Tell me, my secret soul
Oh! tell me, Hops and Faith,
athere no resting place
From women, girls and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachxlors are blessed,
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peact?
Faith, Hope and Truth--best boons to mortals given
Waved ther bright wands, and answered, "Yes, in
HeaveN!

From Western Reserve chronicle.

1857-04-15 · Warren, Ohio

Tell me, y 'win ged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Dn ye not know tome spot
Where women fret no more t
Some lone and pleasant dell.
; Some "holler" in the ground,
:: " - MTieBtt habits never yell ; .t
And endlet are not foand T-The
loo, wind blew the snow into my faee.
And snickered as itanswered "Nary place.'
Tell me, thou muty deep, .
Whoee billows nraad me play,
. r Knowtt thoa aome favored (pot, '
Some Island fax wj,
" ' TThere weary man my find
A place to smoYe in peace,
.. -'7rifire crinoline is not. ., ,
i.. . . And hoops are out of place?
, Then load wares sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopt for awhile, and spnttered " Yon git oat"
' "e me y Sl Soul
Ah! tell me, Hope and Faith,
, .. ' Is there no resting plnea
From women, girls and death T
. Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed.
Where females never go
And man may dwell in peaet?-v
faith, Hope and Love beat boom to mortal
given,
Waved their bright wings, and answer'd "Tea

in Eeaven 1

From The Highland weekly news.

1857-04-16 · Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio

Tell me. ye willed wm.:s
Thai ron ad niv i ' 1 w n v -oar,
)i yd lint know null" M.Kit
Where wu'iieii J no nmre ?
Smile III lie Hid pliviR llit del),
Snriiii " ii nl h i" ill I ho ri'onnd,
Where lllhhs Mi-vei "ll.
A nd cr iiih s are net mil nd?
Tim land wind lilevv the snnw into my face,
And siiickeied as it a nswei ed "Mai y place.'
Tell me I li oil misty deep,
Whose Willows round mo play,
Know'sl thou some lavored f-pot,
Some Island far luvnv.
When? weary men may find
A placo to smoke in neaee,
Whero ci i no I ine is not ,
A nd hoops are out of p lace ?
The loud waves sou ndinp; n perpotnal shout
titopt lo raw hile, and sim ttel ed " V oil g it out."
Tell mo, ni v secret soul
Ail! luM ine. ilopo and I'aith,
Is there no lesti ng place
From women, girls and death?
Is thoro no happy spot
Where bachelors '"' blesroJ,
Where feinale never ffo
And man may dwell in paoeT
Faith, Ilopo nnd Love bom Hoons to mortal
given,
Waved their bright wlni and answei'u "Ten,
in Ileai en !"'

From The southern enterprise.

1857-04-16 · Greenville, S.C.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
!>c ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more I
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some 44 holler " in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found ? 'l {
The loud wind blew the snow into my face.
And snickered as it answered??u Nary place."
Tell me, ye misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Knowest thou some favored spot,
Some Island far away.
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Wh ere crinoline is not.
And hoops are out of place ?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stoptfor a while, and spluttered, 4Yeou git out.*
And thou serenest moon,
That, with such a holy face,
Dost look upon the girls
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tell me in all thy round,
Host thou not seen some spot
\lii

wnere muslin is not known,
And calico is not ?
Behind the cloud the moon withdrew in woe.
And a voice sweet hut sad responded " Poh !"
Tell me, my sacred soul?
Oh ! tell me, Mope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From woman, girls and death ?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peace ?
Faith, Hope and Truth?best boons to mortals
givcj?
Waved their bright wings, and answered,
u Yes. in Ileaven!

From Wilmington journal.

1857-04-17 · Wilmington, N.C.

Tell me, ye winged wind,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more 1
Some lone and pleasa t dell,
Some ' hollor" in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles arc not found 1
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snhkered as it answered" Naiy place."
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whoso billows round me play,
Knowest thou some some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where wiary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And boors are out of place 1
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual fhout,
Stopped for a while, and spluttered, " Yeou git eout !"
Tell me, my secret soul
Oh ! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and death 1
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed ;
Where females never go
And man may dwell in peace
Faith, Hope and Love best boons to mortals given
Waved their bright wings, and answered, "Yes, in Heaven !

From Weekly Trinity journal.

1857-04-18 · Weaverville, Calif.

Tki.i. mk.ye winged winds. that round my path
way roar, do ye not know some spot where wo
men fret no more? Some lone and pleasaat dell,
some • holler’ in the ground, where babies never
vo 11. and cradles are not found ? The loud wind
blew the snow into my lace, and snickered us it
answered —‘ Nary place.

From San Andreas independent.

1857-04-18 · San Andreas, Calif.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant doll,
Some ••holler” in the ground.
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered—“ Nary place.”
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know’st thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops arc out of place ?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout
Up for a while, and spluttered, “ Ycou giteout.”
Tell me, my secret soul—
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there uo resting place
From women, girls and death?
Is there uo happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peace?
Faith, hope and love—best boons to mortals
given,
Waved their bright wings, and answered, Yes,
in Heaven! ’’

From Southern sentinel.

1857-05-02 · Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That around my pathway roar,
l)o ye not know some spot
Where women fret no »ore?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered—Nary place.
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Knowest thou some favored spot,
S6me island fa; awav,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not
And hoops are out of place?
The load waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopped for a while and spluttered, "Yeouget
eout."
Tell me, my secret sou!—
Oh! tell me. Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death*
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed?
Where females never go
And man may dwell in peace?
Faith. Hope and Love—best boons to mortals gi
ven
Waved their bright wings and answered, ''Yes,
in Heaven!''

From Weekly Trinity journal.

1857-05-09 · Weaverville, Calif.

Tei.i. me, niv secret soul -
Oh ! tell mo, Hope and Faith,
l» there no resting place
From women, girls and death ?
Is there no happy spot
•Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go,
And mau nmy dwell in peace ?
Faith, liopo aud Love,—best boons to mortals
given—
Waved their bright wings, uid answered ‘yes
in heaven!

From Lynchburg daily Virginian.

1857-05-09 · Lynchburg [Va.]

Tell me, ye winged winds
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some hollow in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud winds blew the snow in my face
And snickered as it was answered--"Nary place."
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Knows't thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may find
Aplace to smoke in peace-
Where crinoline is not;
And hoops are out of place?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopt for a while and spluttered "Yeou git cout."
And thou, sereneal moon,
That with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where muslin is not found,
And calico is not?
Bchind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe
And a voice, sweet but sad, reaponded "Poh!"
Tell me my secret soul-
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls or death
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed-
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peace?
Faith, Hope and Truth--best boons to mortals giv
OIl
Waved their bright wings, and answered, "Yes, in
Heaven!"

From Lewisburg chronicle.

1857-05-15 · Lewisburg, Pa.

Tell me, ye winged winds
That round my garret roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
ome lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found

The lone wind blew the snow into his face,
And snickered as it answered- "Nary place.
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The loud waves souuding a perpetual shout,
Slept for a while, and sputtered- "Yeou git eout."
Tell me, my secret soul
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and death?
Is there no happy spot,
Where bachelors are blest,
Where females never go,
And man may sleep and rest?
Waith, Hope and Love--best boons to mortals given
waved their bright wings, and whispered
Heaven!"
Yes, i

From Cooper's Clarksburg register.

1857-05-15 · Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]

Tell me, ye winged wiuds,
That round my pathway roar; ,
Do you not know some spot
Where women fret no more 7
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some " holler " In the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And crudles' are not found 7
The lomd wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it auswered?" Nary place."
.btoiHia Ho >J . 1 ??? V> m?*K!fir
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Knows't thou some favored spot,
Some Island far away,
Where weary mail can find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And.huops are out of place ?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stop for awhile and spluttered "Yeou git eout.''
And thou, serencstmoon,
That with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls,
W ho with their beaux embrace,
Toll me, in ull thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where niusliu is not found
And calico is.not 7
Behind a cljud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet, but sad, responded " Poh !"
O .
Tell me, my sccret soul?
Oh ! tell me, Mope and faith, >
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death 7
Is there no happy spot
Where buchelors are blessed,
Where females never go, V
And man may rest in peace 7 "
Faith, Hope and Truth?best boons |t<> mortals
given?
Waved their bright wands, uud answered, "Yes,
in Heaven !"

From The Placer herald.

1857-05-16 · Auburn, Placer County, Calif.

Tell me, yc winged winds
That round my pathway roar,
})q ye not know some spot
■\Vheio women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
gome ‘•holler” in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And pradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snfiW into my face,
And snickered as it answered—“ Nary place.’’
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whoso billows ’round me play,
nov/Vt thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
)Vhere weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
gtopp'd for a while, and spluttered—“Ycou got
cout.”
Tell me. my secret soul
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death?
Js there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in pegpe'f
Faith. Hope and Love—best boons to mortals
given—
Waved their bright wings and answered—es,
in Heaven!”

From Harper's new monthly magazine

1857-05-16 · New York

Tell me, ye winged winds
That round my pathway roar,
Do you not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some * holler” in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered, ** Nary place.”

Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place ?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopped for a while and aplutiarved. ** Veau @it cant’. —

preci sioner

An honest back woodsman, unacquainted with the slan

From Shepherdstown register.

1857-05-23 · Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
l)o ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
W here babies never yell,
And cradles are not found ?
The loud wind blew into my face,
And snickered as it answered ? uNarv,
place."
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play, ?
Know'si thou some shady spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace ?
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place ?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual ;
shout,
Stopped for awhile and spluttered ? 4Veou
git eoul.'
Tell me, my secret soul ?
Oh, tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death ?
Is there no happier spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peace ?
Faith, Hope and Love ? best boons to mor
tals given ?
Waved their bright wing", and answered,
" Y es, in Heaven."

From The independent.

1857-06-03 · Harrisonburg, La.

:
me. ve wingea wttds,
That round my jutthwiv roar,
1* > ve not know some tpot
A\ iiere, women fret no more :
Some lone and pleasant dell.
Some " holler" in the grouinJ,
YYliere babies never y el, t
And cradles are not foitid.?
-, Tlie lpn 1 winds blew tlx snow into my face.
1 ; Artel snickered as it ansv.-i-t« -1—•"«'iar\ piac--.
I
T.i!
m
hose
n-, thou mi ty del',
; tiiP.wws round if [day,
ihvred s[.ut,
IvnuwCst thou sot

From Evening star.

1857-06-10 · Washington, D.C.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
hat round mv pathway roar
Do you not know some spot
Where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant dell.
Some " holler" in the ground.
Where haUes never veil,
, , And oradleeare not round?
The loud wind Wew the snow into my fhoe.
And amakered as it answered?" Nary Place."
Tell me. thou misty deep,
? hose oil Iowa round me play,
Know'at thou some favored spot.
Some Island for away,
^ here weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace ;
W nnre crinoline is not,
_. , . Ad^ hoops are out of place
??!mELT'mds sounded a perpetual shout.
Stop d for a while and spluttered, "yeou (it eout."
And thon, serenest moon.
That with such holy fac*.
Dost look upon the girls,
ho with their beaux embrace,
I ell me in all thy round.
Hast thou not seen a spot
>\ here muslin is not found.
And calico is not
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in wi>e.
And a sweet voice, hut sad, responded," Poh
Tell me. my secret scul
ls! teil me. Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting-place
From woman, gina, and death'
Ls there no happy spot
Where bachelors are Messed,
\ here females never go.
And man nrm dwell in n?ace ?
Faith. Hope, and Truth best boona to mortals
given;
Waved their bright wands, and answered, " ves in
Heaven.

From West-Jersey pioneer.

1857-06-13 · Bridgeton, N.J.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Seme holler in the ground.
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered—“ Nary place.”
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows roumi me play,
Knowcst thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The loud waves sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopped for awhile, and spluttered, “ Yeou git
eout!”
Tell me, my secret soul,
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors nrc blessed?
Where females never so

And men may dwell in peace ?
Faith, Hope, and Love—best boons to mortals
given—Waved their bright wings, and answered,
“Yes, in Heaven!

From The Caledonian.

1857-06-13 · St. Johnsbury, Vt.

Tell me, ve winged winds,
That round my pathway roar.
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell.
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell.
And cradles are not found:
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered- "Nary place."
Tell me, thou misty deep.
Whose billows round me play.
Knowest thou some favored spot,
Some Iland far away,
Where weary man may find
place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
nd halne ave an of dee
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout.
Stopped for a while, and spluttered. "Yeou git out!"
Tell me, iny secret soul
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death:
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed?
Where females never go.
And man may dwell in peace:
Faith, Hope and Love-best boons to mortals given
Waved their bright wings, and answered, "Yes, in
Heaven

From Sunbury American.

1857-06-27 · Sunbury, Pa.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some holler in the ground,"
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into his face.
And snickered as it answered, "Nary place."
A GENTLEMAN'S DIiarY of HIs HifES TeMPEr

From Raftsman's journal.

1857-07-01 · Clearfield, Pa.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more I
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler in the ground,"
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found 1
The loud wind blew the snow into his face,-And
snickered as it answered, "Nary place.

From Yorkville enquirer.

1857-07-02 · Yorkville, S.C.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar, i
Do ye not know some spot
Where woman fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant dell.
Some "holler" in t)ie ground,
-Where babies never yell,
And cradles are-not found 1
The load wind blew the snow into my fape,'
And snickered as it answered?".Nary place."
Tell me, ye misty deep; '
Whose billows round-me play,
Knowest thou st>me favored spot,
<; Some island faraway,
"Where'weary man may find '
A place to smoke in peace,
WWre crinoline is not,
..^V .'Ami hoops are ont of place ? . .
Hrr lotid wares. Bounding a neroetnal shout, i

i 8topt for a whiie, and splattered "YeoU git ont."
?' r - ' . . : .
. And tho.a sprenest moon,
That;'with such holy face,
Dbst look upon the girls
Who with their beanx embrace,
Tell roe in ?rthy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where muslin .s not hhoWn,
And calico Is not ? l-.-; "
Behind the olo.ad.the moon "withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet but sad responded "Poh 1"
c '
Tell me, my sacred soul ?
Oh ! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there" no resting place
From woman, girls and death f -.

s Is there Ho happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed, ; _
" Where females never go,
: And man may dwell in peace ?
Faith, Hope and Truth?best boons to "mortals
Waved their bright wings, and answered* "Yes, in .
Heaven!"

From Lynchburg daily Virginian.

1857-07-10 · Lynchburg [Va.]

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some holler' in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face
And snickered as it answered- "Nary place
Tell me thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play
Know'st thou some favored spot
Some island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopt for a while, and spluttered--"Yeou git cout

From Wheeling daily intelligencer.

1857-07-11 · Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]

Post the follewing: "Tell me, ye winged winds
that round my pathway roar, do ye not know
some spot where women fret no more? Some
lone and pleasant dell, some holler' in the
ground, where bables never yell, and cradles
are not found? The loud wind blew the snow
into my face, and snickered as it answered,
nary place."

From The daily dispatch.

1857-07-13 · Richmond [Va.]

the following: "Tell me, ye winged winds that round
my pathway roar, do ye not know some spot where
wamen fret no more' Some lone and pleasant dell,
some "holler' in the ground, where babies never
yell, and cradles are not found? The loud wind blew
the snow into my face, and snickered as it answer
ed, 'nary place.

From Memphis daily appeal.

1857-07-14 · Memphis, Tenn.

me, ye winged winds that round my pathway

roar, do ye not khow some spot where women
fret no more? Some lone and pleasant dell,
some "holler' in the ground, where babies never
yell, and cradles are not found? The loud
wind blew the snow into my face, and snicker
ed as it answered, "nary place."

Marshall Female Institute.

From Daily Nashville patriot.

1857-07-17 · Nashville, Tenn.

Tell me, ye winged winds that round my path-
way roar, do you not know some spot where wo
men fret no more? Some lone and pleasant dell,
some "holler" in the ground, where babies never
vell, and cratiles are not foundr
The loud wind
blew the snow in 'o my face, and snickered as it
answered, "nary place

From Republican vindicator.

1857-07-18 · Staunton, Va.

Ti ll me. re winded wind?.
That round my pathway roar,
Ih» ye not know some spot,
'Viler? women IVet no more ?
Pome lone and pleasant dell.
Some “holier” in the ground,
Where babies nerer yell,
And cradle? ire not "found .■
The loud wind blew' the snow in inv fare.
And snickered as it answered—“Nary place.”
Tell me. thou misty deep,
Whose billows around me play,
Know’st thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may And
A place to smoke in peace ;
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Smpt for a while, and spluttered—'Venu pit euot

From Spirit of the age.

1857-07-22 · Raleigh, N.C.

"Tell me, ye winged winds that round my
pathway roar, do ye not know some spot
where women fret no more ? Some lone and
pleasant dell, some 'holler' in the ground,
where babiea never yell, and cradles are not
found ? The loud ind blew the snow intn

my faco, and snickered, as it answered, narv
place" J

From Edgefield advertiser.

1857-07-29 · Edgefield, S.C.

"'rell me, ye winged winds that round
my pathway roar, do ye know some spot
wvhere women fret no more i Some lone
and pleasant deli, some 'holler' in the ground,
wihere babies never yell, and cradles are not
found? The loud wind blew the snow into
my face, and snickered as it answered, 'nary

From Memphis daily appeal.

1857-07-30 · Memphis, Tenn.

"Tell me, ye winged winds that around my
pathway roar, do you know some spot where
women fret no more? Some lone and pleasant
dell, some "holler' in the ground, where ba
nies never yell, and cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew snow into my face, and
snickered as it answered, "nary place."

From Zion's Herald and Wesleyan Journal (1842-1867)

1857-08-05 · Boston

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That around my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some “ holler” in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered—* Nary place!”

From The Kanzas news.

1857-08-08 · Emporia, Kan.

ton Post the following : "Tell me ye wing
ed winds that round my pathway roar do ye
hot' know" some spot where women fret 'ho
more? Some lone and pleasant dell, .some
holler' in" the ground, where "habies never
yell, and cradles are not found? The loud
wind blew the snow into my face, and snick
ered as it answered, "Bary rdace." "-- y

From Sunbury American.

1857-08-08 · Sunbury, Pa.

ton Post the following:--"Tell me, ye winged
winds that round my pathway roar, do ye not
know some spot where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell, some holler' in
in the ground, where babjes never vell, and
cradles are not found?. The loud wind blew
the snow into face, and snickered as it an
swered, "nary place

From The Nevada Democrat.

1857-08-12 · Nevada, Calif.

TeU me, f0 Winged wind*
»' l i * < That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know acme spot
where women fret no more ?
Ih> Seme Iom and pleasant dell,
Some boiler in the ground,
Where babie never yell,
And cradle are not found ?
The loud wind* blew tbe enow in my face,
And iy>ickyed£* it answered—"Nary place.”

’ ‘ TPU tit tjifin misty deep, .
Who e billow* round me play,
Know 'it tbon some favored spot,
Some island far away,
> t Where weary man may find
■ • - A place to smoke In peace—
• > Where crinoline is not,
And hoo; s are out of placet
•» ■ The lead Wlnda, sounding a perpetaal about,
• Stepp'd for a while and spluttered ‘ ■'Yeou git eout. ”
And thou »erenest moon,
That with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls
. - Who with their beaus embraoe,
> • -ri Tell fee, in ail thy round,
e I iiest thou not seen some spot
" WhrrPrnnslfn Is not fbhnd,
And calico is not V
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew In woe,
And p voice, sweet but sad, responded ‘Tub I”
Tell me, my secret soul—
, Oh I tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
j i * From women, girls and daath ?
li there no ha pjiy spot
What*’ bachelor* are blessed—
,» . Where females never go.
And man may dwell in peace?
K* 1 tii Hope argVTrutli—best boon* to mortals given—
Waved their bright wings, and answered, "Yes, in
'>»afeaven.'-

From Semi-weekly standard.

1857-08-22 · Raleigh, N.C.

. "Tell me ye 'winged winds that tgund my path
way roaf, do fenot khow seme spot where' women
fret: ho more ? Some, lone. and. pleasant ddL' same
hotter in the troona wnere babtee never yell, and
cradles are not found? The load wind blew the snow
into my face, and snickered, as it answered ""nary

puLoe."

BE&0!rd$JTHE DEATH OF

From Mountain Democrat.

1857-09-05 · Placerville, El Dorado Co., Cal.

“Tell me, ye winged winds that round
my pathway roar, do ye not know some
spot where women fret no more? Some
lone and pleasant dell, some “holler" in
the ground, where babies never yell, and
cradles are not found? The loud wind
blew the snow into my ftec, and snicker
ed as it answered, “nary place.”

From The Wyandot pioneer.

1857-09-17 · Upper Sandusky, Ohio

."-t'Tell meye winged winds that round
j, my pathway roar, do ye know some spot
where women fret no more?; Some lone
and pleasant dell- some 'holler' in' the
ground, where babies never yell, and era
, dies are not found? The lpud wind blew
' :' the snow Into- my face, and snickered as
; it answered, 'nary place. - ; .

From Oxford Democrat.

1857-11-06 · Paris, Me.

"Tell me my seeret soul-
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting
Prom women, eirls and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where hichelors are blessed;
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peace!
Faith, Hope and Love--best boons to mortal given
Waved their bright wings, and answered- "Yes,
in Heaven.

YORKSHIRE WINTER GAOL DELIVERY.

From Leeds Mercury

1857-12-19 · Leeds, England

[This text is not available under an open license.]

VARIETIES.

From Derby Mercury

1857-12-30 · Derby, England

[This text is not available under an open license.]

From Ballou's Pictorial Drawing - Room Companion (1855-1859)

1858-01-02 · Boston

ed wiucLs that round my pathway roar, do ye know some spot where women
fret no more? Some lone and pleasant dell, some ‘holler’ in the ground,
where babies never yell, and cradles aie not found ? The loud wind blew the

snow into my face, and snickered, as it answered, * nary place.’ ”.A lady

Multiple News Items

From The daily Cleveland herald.

1858-01-21 · Cleveland [Ohio]

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From Oxford Democrat.

1858-01-22 · Paris, Me.

Tell me, ye winged winds, that round
my pathway roar, do ye know some spot
where women frot no more? Some lone
and pleasant dell, some boller in the ground
where babies never yell, and cradles are not
found? The wild wind blew the snow into
my face, and snickered as it answered,
"Nary place.

From The independent.

1858-01-27 · Harrisonburg, La.

"Tell me, ye winged winds, that round my
pathway roar, do ye know some spot where
women fret uo more ? Some lone and pleas
ant dell, some 'holler' in the ground, where
babies never yell, and cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
and snickered as it answered, 'nary place.'
The man who thinks his wife, his baby,
his house, his horse, his dog, and himself se

From The flag of our Union.

1858-02-06 · Boston [Mass.]

Tell me, yo winged wiuds, that round my pathway
roar, do ye not know some spot where women fet uo
more? Some lone and pleasant dell, some * holler’ in
tae ground, where babies never yell, aud cradles ure not
found? The wild wind blew the snow into my fee, and
suickered as it answered, ** Nary place.’

From Wood County reporter.

1858-04-28 · Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.

—“Tell me yc winged winds, that
round my pathway roar, do vc know
some spot where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant dell, some
“holler” in the ground, where babies
never yell, and cradles are not found.
The loud winds blew the snow into rav
face, and snickered as it answered “na
ry place.

From Marshall County Democrat.

1858-08-05 · Plymouth, Ind.

Tell me, ye winged winds
That round my pathway roar,
D j you net know some fcpot
Where women fret no nr.oic?
Somt lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
W here babies never yell.
And cradles are not found?
Tho loud wird blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered, "2sary place."

' Tell me, thou misty deep.
Whose billows round me play,
' Know'ct thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may al
A place to smoke in peace,
. Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are cut of place?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual ehout,
Stoppcdfor a while and spluttered, "you git eou
"That wlibn thou hast to do, do it with all th

From Daily Louisville Democrat.

1858-08-28 · Louisville, Kentucky.

(XTell me, ye wiuged winds, that round my
pathway roar, do you not know some quiet spot
where mortals fret no more? Some lone and
pleasant dell, some “holler*’ in the ground,
where dandies never swell, and donkeys are not
found 9 The loud wind blew the snow into my
face, aud snickered as it answered, “nary
place.”

From M'arthur Democrat.

1858-11-04 · McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio

Tell me'ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Whe re women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And crad les are not found
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered- "Nary place!"
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Knowest thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place!
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopped for a while, and spluttered, "Yeou git
cout!"
Tell me, my secret soul
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and death!
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go
And man may dwell in peace?
Faith, Hope and Love--best boons to mortals
given
Waved their bright wings, and answered, "Yes,
in Heaven!"

From The independent press.

1860-03-23 · Abbeville C.H., S.C.

And thou, serenect moon,
That with such holy face,

Dost look upon the earth
Asleep in night's embrace--
me, in all thy rounds,
Hast thou not seen come spot
Where miserable man
Might find a happier lot?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice, sweet but sad, responded- "No!'
Tell me my secret Soul-
O4 tell me Hope and Faith,
Is there no resisting-place
From sorrow, sin and death f
Is there no happy spot
Faith, Hope and Love, best boons to mortals
given,
Waved their bright wings and answered.Yes
ta lleavea

From New York dispatch.

1863-08-09 · New York [N.Y.]

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more f
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some ‘ holler” in the ground,
Where babies never yell
And cradles are not found ?
The loud wind blew the snow in my face,
And snickering as it answere’d : “Nary place 1”
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Knowest thou some favor'd spot—
Some island far away—
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace—
Where crinoline is not.
And hoops aro out of place ?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopp’d for a while, and sputter’d : “ Yeou git eout!”
And thou, serenest moon,
That with such holy face
Dost look upon the girls
When they their beaux embrace,
Tell me, hi all thy round,
Hast thou rfot seen some spot
Where muslin is not found,
And calico is not?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice, sweet but sad, responded: “ Pohl”
Tell me, my secret soul—
Oh, tell me, Hope and Faith I
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and death ?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are bless’d—
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peace ?
Faith, Hope and Love—best boons to mortals given—
Waved their bright wings, and answered : “ Yes, In Heav
en!

From New York dispatch.

1865-02-26 · New York [N.Y.]

Tell me, ye winded winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do you not know a spot
Where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
. Some “ heller” in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered: “ Nary place!”
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know’st thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary mia may find
A place to smoke in peace?
Where crinoline is not.
And hoops are out of place ?
The loud waves, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopped for a while, and spluttered: “ You get eout!”
And thou, seienest moon,
Thai with such holy face
Dost look upon the girls,
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round.
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where muslin is not found.
And calico is not ?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet, but sad, responded: “Pohl”
Tell me, my secret soul—
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death ?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females trouble not,
And man may dwell in peace ?
Faith, Hope and Truth—best b on to mortals given—
Waved lheir bright wands, and auswered: “Kes, in Heav
en!

From The weekly standard.

1865-12-16 · Port Gibson, Miss.

"JSary Place." —Tell me, ye winged winds
that round my pathway roar, do ye not know
some spot where women fret no more? Some
lone and pleasant dell—some " holler " in the
ground, where babies never yel and cradles
are not found ? The loud wind blew the dust
into my face, and " snickered" as it answered,
" nary place.

From The Lincoln County herald.

1866-03-30 · Troy, Lincoln County, Mo.

Tell me, ye winged winde,
That round my pathway roar,
Do you not know some spot,
Where women fret no more?
. Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where bables never yell,
Andd cradles are not found
The lond wind blew the snow inte my
And snickered as it answered- "Nary place."
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows 'round me play,
Know'st thou some favered spot,

Some island far aways
Where weary man may find
A place to smoke in peace
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The lond waves sounding a perpetual shout.
stopt tor a white, and sputterel "yecu git seut."
And thou, screnest moon,
That with such holy
Dost look upon the girls,
When they their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round
Hast thou not seen some spot,
Where tauslin is not found,
And calico is not
peaiad a cloud the moon withdrew is wee,
And a voice sweet, but sad, recponded, "Fehe!
Tell me, my seeret soul
Oht tell me, Faith and Hope!
Is there no harpy spot
At the end of life's rop
No home of silent peace
Where bachelors are blest.
Where females never go,
And man may dwell at rest?
waith, Hope, and fruth-bert beons to mettel
given,
waved their bright wings, and answered, "Yes,
in Heaven!

From Staunton spectator.

1867-11-19 · Staunton, Va.

Tell me ye winged winds
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not knoWsome spot
Where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some 'holler' in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found ?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered "nary place."
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows 'round me play,
Knows't thou not some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where weary man can find
A place to smoke in peace;
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place ?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopt for a while and spluttered, "you git out."
And thou, serenest moon,
That with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls,
Who, with their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy rounds,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where muslin is not found,
And calico is not ?
Behind a cloud thevmoon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet, but sad, responded "Poh !"
Tell me. my secret soul,
O, tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place,
From woman, girls and death ?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go
And man can dwell in peace?
Hope, Faith and Truth—best boons to mortals
given—
Waved their bright wands and answered, Yes,
in Heaven." L. M

From Staunton spectator.

1867-12-17 · Staunton, Va.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women flirt no more ?
Some high and holy school,
Some city blest of heaven,
Whore ladies do not rule,
And peace to man is given ?
The wind replied, "as long as she is human
Such must ever be poor mortal woman.*'
Tell me thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play

From North Iowa times.

1869-02-03 · McGregor, Iowa

true love failed

The loud wind blew the snow into my faee.
And snickered as it answered—'Nary place.'

to

run smooth
xWLL MB TEWIHGEDWISDS^

Tell me ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot.
Where women fret no more!
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some 'holler' in the ground,
Where babies n?ver yell.
And cradles are uot found!

Tell me thon misty deep,
Whose billows round me pla f,*
Know'st thou some favored s|M,
Some Island far away,
Where weary man can find
A place to smoke in peace.
Where crinoline is not,
And hops are out of place

The load waves, sounding a perpetual shont.
Stop for a while, and spluttered' Yeou git out.'

And thon sercnest moon.
That, with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls
When they their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy ronnd,
llnst thou not seen some spot
Where muxliii is not found,
And calico is not

B.'binl a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet but sad, responded, ''Poohf

Tell me, my secret si ul!—
Oht tell me Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls aud death
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed.
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peace!

Faith Hope and Truth—beet boon to mortal* given,
Waved their bright wings, and answered—Te*, in
HEAVES

From The Holt County sentinel.

1869-02-19 · Oregon, Missouri.

Tell me, ye winged wind
That around my pathway roar,
Do ye know some spot
Where women fret no more
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground;
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered, "nary place."
Tell me, thou misty deen,
Whose billows round nie play,
Know'st thou not some favored spot,
Where weary man can find
A place to smoke in peace
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopped for a white and spluttered, "You get
out.
And thou, sereuest moon
That with such holy face,
Does look upon the girls,
ho with their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy rounds,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where muslin is not found,
And calico is not
nome island far away,
And a volce sweet but sad, responded, "Poh!"
Tell me, my secret soul,
O, tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place,
From women, girls, and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where femules never go,
And man can dwell in neace?
Hope, Faith and Truth--best boons to mortals
e o ea etane
Waved their brigt wands and answered,
'Yes, in Ieaven!

From The weekly Ottumwa courier.

1869-06-10 · Ottumwa, Iowa

Tell me yo winged winds
That round my pathway ruar,
Doyo not know some spot
Where women fret no more?

Some lone and pleasant dell
Somo "holler" ii. the grounil,
Where babies nover yell,
And cradles aro not found?
Tho loud wind blow the'snow into
his face,
And mlkeffed t»it ftMWcrcd, "Nary
place!"

Tell me ye misty deeps
Whoso billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Somo island, lar away,

Where wearj- man may find
A place to smoke in peace
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are out of place
Tho loud waves chuckled with .a
sneering shout.,
Thon stoppod, and spluttered, "Sel
fish dolt, get out!"

And thou, scrcncst moon!
That with such holy face,
D.ist look upon the girls,
And see thoir beaux embrace

Toll mo, in all thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Whoro silks don't sweep the
ground,
And flounces flutter not
Behind a^cloud tho moon withdrew
in scorn,
And a sweet voice responded, How
forlorn!"

The me, tay secret Soul,
O! tell me, Hope and Fai'-h,—
Is there no resting place
From women, girls, and Death?

Is thero no happy spot
Whoro bachelors are blessod,
Whore females never go,
And man may dwell in peace?
Faith, Hope, and Truth, host boon to
mortals given,
Waved their bright wings, and an
swwed,

"Yos, in

Heawn."

Varieties.

From Bunyip (Gawler, SA : 1863 - 1954)

1870-08-20 · Gawler, South Australia

getnpifJlfa'anV ? ? ? ?Tell me, ye
winged winds, that round ray * pathway
roar; do you know some spot where women
fret iio more P Some lone and pleasant -
dell, BOtne - holler' in the ground,
where babies ? never jell, and cradles
are not found? The - loud wind blew the
snow into my face, and ? ' snickered as
it answered, ' ne'er a place.' ? Mr.

From Clearfield Republican.

1875-02-03 · Clearfield, Pa.

Tell me, ye winged wind
That round my pathway roar,
Do ye not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The land wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered- "Nary a place."
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spet
Some island far away,
Where weary man can find
A place to smoke in peace,
Where crinoline is hot,
And hoops are out of place?
The loud winds sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopped for awhile, and splattered, "You git out."
And thou, serenest moon,
That with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls,
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spet
Where muslin is not found,
And calico is not?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet, but sad, responded--"Poh!"
Tell me, my secret soul
Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith,
Is there no resting place
From women, girls and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed,
Where females never go,
And man may dwell in peace
Faith, Hope and Truth--best boons to mortal
given
Waved their bright wands, and answered- "Yes,
in HeAVeN!

From Staunton vindicator.

1875-02-05 · Staunton, Va.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
l)o you not know some spot
Where women fret no more
Some lone and pleasant dell,
Some “holler” in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snoW into my faee
And snickered as it answered, “Nary place.”
Tell me, thou misty deep
Whose billows round me play,
Know’st thou some favored spot.
Some island far away,
Where weary man can iind
A place to smoke in peace—
Where crinoline is not,
And hoops are^out of place?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stoppedfor a while and spluttered, “You get out.”
And thou, serenest moon,
That with such holy face
Dost look upon the girls
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tell me in all thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot
• Where masculine is only found,
And calico is not?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew' in woe,
And a voice sweet but sad, responded, “Poh!”
Tell me, my secret soul—
0 tell- me, Hope and Faith—
is there no resting place
From women, girls and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed —
Where females never go,
And man may rest in peace?
Faith, Hope and Truth—best boons to mortals given—
Waved their bright wands, and answered, “Yes in
HEAVEN.”

Miscellaneous.

From Hull Packet

1875-04-02 · Hull, England

[This text is not available under an open license.]

From Harper's Bazaar (1867-1912)

1875-05-08 · New York

winds that round my pathway roar, do ye

not Ow some spot where women fret no more—

some lone and pleasant dell, some “holler” in the

ground, where babies never yell, and cradles are not

found? The load wind blew the snow into my face,
and calmly answered, “‘ There is no such place.”

FULL—

From Knoxville journal.

1875-05-13 · Knoxville, Iowa

—Tell mft, ye winged winds fftstftmnd
my pathway roar, do ye not know some
spot where women fret no more—some
lone and pleasant dell, some holler" in
the ground, where babies never yell and
cradles are not found? The loud wind
blew the snow into my face, and calad

From The Redwood gazette.

1875-05-13 · Redwood Falls, Minn.

—Tell me, ye winged winds that round
my pathway roar, do ye not know some
spot where women fret no more—some
lone and pleasant dell, some holler" in
the ground, where babies never yell and
cradles are not found? The loud wind
blew^the soow into my face, ant .calmly
answered: There is no such place."

From American citizen.

1875-05-22 · Canton, Miss.

Tell me, ye winged winds that round
my paihway roar, do ye not know some
spot where women fret no more some
lone and pleasant dell, some " holler" in
the ground, where babies never yell and
cradles are not found? Tbe loud wind
blew the snow into my face, and calmly
answered: " There is no such place."
A year-old child of Mr. Parady, of Bur
lington, Vt., was choked to death a few
days ago by swallowing a screw, which
lodged in his throat.
A wealthy Chinese firm in San Fran
cisco has just been caught smuggling
opium in large quantities, packed in cases
marked "oil."

Th FEOPta's Frieno. It is susceptibl

From Northern Ohio journal.

1875-05-22 · Painesville, Ohio

Tell me, ye winged winds that round
my pathway roar, do ye not know some
spot where women fret no more some
lone and pleasant dell, some 44 holler" in
the ground, where babies never yell and
cradles are not found? The loud wind
blew the snow into my face, and calmly
answered : " There is no such place.'!

VARIETIES.

From Trewman's Exeter Flying Post

1875-05-26 · Exeter, England

[This text is not available under an open license.]

From Arizona weekly miner.

1875-06-04 · Prescott, Ariz.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
Do you not know some spot
Where women fret no more?
Come lone and pleasant dell.
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where babies never yell,
And cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my face,
And snickered as it answered, "Narry place."
l rell me, thon misty deep.
Whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where the weary man can find
A place to smoke in peace
Where crinoline is not,
0And hoops are out of place?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopped for a while and spluttered, "Youg
et
out!"
sboo And thou, screnest moon,
That with such holy face
Dost look upon the girls
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round,
MI Hast thou not seen some spot
Where muslin is not found,
And calico is not?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a volce sweet but sad responded, "Poh!"
Tell me, my secret soul
a7.
Oh tell me, Hope and Faith
Is there no resting-place
From women, girls and death?
Is there no happy spot
Where bachelors are blessed
Where females never go,
And men may rest in peace?
Faith, Hope, and Truth--best boons to mortals
e given
Waved their bright wands, and answered, "Yes
in Heaven.

From The Arizona sentinel.

1875-06-26 · Arizona City [Yuma], Yuma County, A.T. [Ariz.]

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round my pathway roar,
.Do you not know, some spot
Where women fret no more?
Some lone and pleasant del!..
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where battles never yell,
And cradles are not found?

The loud wind blew the Bnow into my face,
And snickered as it answered, 'Narrv
place."
Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot,
Some island far away,
Where the weary man can find
A place to' smoke in peace
Where crinoline is uot.
And hoops are out of place?
The loud winds, sounding a perpetual shout,
Stopped for a while and spluttered, "You
get out!
And thou, serenest, moon,
That with such holy face
Dost look upon the girls
Who with their beaux embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where musim is not found,
And calico is not?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew i n woe,
And a voice sweet but sad responded,
"Poh!"
Tell me, my secret soul
Oh tell me, Hope and Faith
la there no resting place
From women, girls aud death?
Js there no happy Bpot
Where bachelors are blessed
Where females never go,
And men may rest in peace?
Faith, Hope, and Truth bast boons to
mortals given
waved their bright wands, and answered,
"Yes in heavsn.

From The star.

1875-07-03 · Cincinnati [Ohio]

Tell me ye winged winds that round
my pathway roar, do ye not know some
spot where women fret no morei--some
Ione and pleasant dell, some "holler" In
the ground, where babies never yell and
oracles are not found. The loud wind
blew the snow into my face and calml

From The Eaton Democrat.

1875-07-15 · Eaton, Ohio

Tell me ye winged winds that round
my pathway roar, (to ye not know
soiiiesuot where women fret no move
some lone and pleasant dell, some
"holler" iu the ground, where babies
never yell and cradles'aro not found.
The loud wind blew the snow into
my face and calmly answered, "Ther

From Clarksville weekly chronicle.

1875-07-17 · Clarksville, Tenn.

TELL me ye winged winds that round
my pathway roar, do ye not know -ou;c
spot wncre women iret no more some i
loue and pleasant dell, some "holler" j
iu tho ground, where babies never yell,
and cradles are not found. The loud i
wind blew the snow iico my face and i
calmly answered : "There is no tuc h j
place." !

From The Dallas weekly herald.

1875-07-17 · Dallas, Tex.

Tell me, ye winged winds that
round my pathway roar, do ye know
ome spot where women fret no more
some lone and pleasant dell, some
holler" in the ground, where babies
never yell and cradles are not found.
The loud wind blew the snow into my
face, and calmly answered: "Narr

From The Highland weekly news.

1875-07-22 · Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio

Tell me ye winged winds that round
my pathway roar, do ye not know some
spot where women fret no more some
lone and pleasant dell, some "holler" in
the ground, where babies never yell, and
cradles are not found ! The loud wind
blew the snow into my face, and calmly
answered : " There is no such place."
A Milwaukee paper says: It may b

Tuesday, 12th October.

From Bendigo Advertiser (Vic. : 1855 - 1918)

1875-10-14 · Bendigo, Victoria

oomcs dose dings?" Tell iuo ye winged
winds that round my pathway roar, do ye
know some spot where women fret no
more—some lone and pleasant dell, some "
holler" in the ground, where babies
never yell, and cradles are not found?
The loud wind blew the snow into my
face, and calmly answered: " There is no
such place." "I am a charitable man,

From The new Northwest.

1875-12-31 · Portland, Or.

winds that round my pathway roar, do
ya uui, kuuw Mine spot wnere women
fret no more some lone and pleasant
dell, some holler' in the ground, where
babies never yell, and cradles are not
found ?" The loud winds blew the rain
Into bis face, and calmly answered

From The Holt County sentinel.

1876-06-02 · Oregon, Missouri.

tted. ell me ye winged winds?
That around my pathway blow.
"Do ye not know some" Grange
Where women never go
Some valley lone and strange,
Some "holler" in the ground,
Where men cofld have a grange alone,
And not a woman 'round
The cold wind "blew the snow into his face,
And blustering, it auswered "nary ptace.
Tell me thou mighty deep,
Whose billows 'round me play,
Knowest thou some favored spot,
Some land, far, far away-
Where anxious man could find
A Grange to join in peace;
Where woman's hats are not,
And pin-backs are out of place?
"The lond waves sounding a perpetual shout
Stop't for a while, then sputtered"
"You git out."
And thou, sweet silver moon,
That with such holy facea
Dost took apon the girls
We meet in every place;
Tell me, in all your change.
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where men could have a grange
And calico be not?
"Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And in a voice both sweet and sad, re
sponded"
"No sir'ee! oh' no!"
"Tell me, my troubled heart
Oh I tell me Hope and" Faith,
Is there no safe retreat
From woman, girls and death?
Is there no heppy Grange,
Yhere men are ever free:
Where woman could not come,
If se, where can it be?
"Faith, Hope and Truth, best boon to mor
tals given,
Wave their bright wands an answered "no;"
There are women, too, in heaven

LATEST INTELLIGENCE. REUTER'S TELEGRAMS TO AUSTRALIAN ASSOCIATED PRESS. LONDON, JULY 3.

From The Burrowa News (NSW : 1874 - 1951)

1876-08-12 · Burrowa, New South Wales

costs amount to £9000. Tell me, ye
winged birds, that round my pathway
soar, do ye not know some spot where
women fret no more ? Some lone and
pleasant dell, some ' holler' in the
ground, where babies never yell arid
cradles are noi found?— The loud wind
blew the snow into my face, and calmly
answered ? ' There is no such place.

From The weekly democratic statesman.

1877-08-09 · Austin, Tex.

"Tell me, ye winged winds, that
round my pathway ioar; do ye know
some spot wher women I ret no morel
Some lone and pleasant dell, some
'holler' in the ground, where babies
never yell, and cradles arc not foundt
The win.d blew into my face, and
snickered as it answered 'naty place.' "
Susan B. Anthony, Lucy Stone an

From The Middlebury register.

1878-03-01 · Middlebury, Vt.

Tell me, ye winged winds
That round my pathway blow,
Do ye not know some grange
here women never go?
Some valley lone and strange,
Some "holler in the ground."
Where men could have a grange alone
And not a woman round?
The cold winds blew the snow into his face,
And blustering, it answered, "nary place."
Tell me, ye mighty deep,
Whose billows round me play,
Knowest thou not some favored spot,
Some land, far, far away,
Where anxious man could find
A grange to join in peace;
Where women's hats are not,
And pinbacks out of place?
The loud waves sounding a perpetual shout,
Stop'pd for awhile, then spluttered "you git out."
And thou, sweet silver moon,
That with such holy face,
Dost look upon the girls
We meet in every place:
Tell me, in all your change,
Hast thou not seen some spot
Where men could have a grange
And calico be not?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And in a voice both sweet and sad responded:
"No sir-ee, oh, no!"
Tell me, my troubled heart,
Of tell, Mope and Faith,
Is there no safe retreat
From women, girls and death?
Is there no happy grange,
Where men are ever free?
Where women could not come;
If so, sohere can if besgiven
Fetth Hone and enth hee

VARIETIES.

From Preston Chronicle

1879-03-01 · Preston, England

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From The Louisiana Democrat.

1879-07-09 · Alexandria, La.

ing etleet: "Tell me, ye winged
winade that round mpathway mroar,
do ye not know some spot where
women fret no more, some lone and
pleasant l.ri, some 'holler' lan the
grouad, thee babmi never yell, and
rdles 4ro not found?' The loud
winds blew the rin into his face,
and he calaly replied: "'There is no
such a place." .

From The Waco daily examiner.

1886-01-03 · Waco, Tex.

winged which around my pathwa
roar, is there not some sequestered
spot where women fret no more, some
lone and pleasant dell, some hollow in
the ground, where babies do not fret
and yell, and cradles are not foun

THE EARTHQUAKE AT CHARLESTON.

From Queanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)

1886-10-23 · Queanbeyan, New South Wales

roar, do ye not know wher women fret no
more ? Some lone and pleasant dell, some
holler' in the ground, where babies
never yell, and cradles are not fouind ?
The wind blew the dust into my face, an

A Parody.

From _Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) _

1889-06-08 · Newcastle, New South Wales

A Parody. TELL me, ye winged winds, That
'round my pathway roar, Do ye not know
some spot Where women fret no more ?
Some lone and pleasant doll, Some
"holler" in the ground, Where babies
neveryell And cradles are not found ?
The loud wind blew the snow in my face,
And snickered as it answered : "Nary
place." Tell me, thou misty deep,
Whoseo' billows round mo play, Knowest
thou some favoured spot, Some island far
away, Where weary man can find A place
to smoke in peace, Where bustles big
are.not, And bangs are out of place ?
The loud winds, soundinga perpetual
shoub, Stopped for a while and
spluttered: "You git out." And thou,
serenest d~oon, That writh such holy
face Dosat look upon the girls, Who with
their beaux embrace, Tell me, in all thy
round, liast thou seeoon some spot Where
satin is not found And calico is not ?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,
And a voice sweet, but sad, responded: "
Pohl." Tell me, my secret soulOh, tell
me, Hope and Faith!, Is there no rcstinn
place From women, girls and death? Is
fthere no happy spot Where bachelors are
blessed, Where females never go, And
man-may dwell in peace? Faith, Hope and
Truth-best boons to mortals givenWaved
their bright wands, and answered: " Yes,
in Heaven."

From Fairhaven herald.

1891-08-02 · Fairhaven, Wash.

.ludgsc De Mattos “Tell me, ye
winged winds that ‘round my pathway
roar, do ye not know some pleasant
Em(. where women scold no more?
yme lone and pleasant dell, some
‘holler’ in the ground where habies
never yell, and cradles are not found?
The wind blew the dust into my face,
and calmly answered, there I 8 no suc

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A Parody

113 reprints from 1847-08-04 to 1891-08-02

by An Old Bachelor

From The Grand River Times

1857-03-04

POETRY.

From Aberdeen Journal

1847-08-04 · Aberdeen, Scotland

A Good Parody

From Milwaukee daily sentinel.

1857-02-16 · Milwaukee, [Wis.]

Tell me, ye winged winds, That round my pathway roar, Do ye not know some spot Where women fret no more?

From The daily Cleveland herald.

1857-02-21 · Cleveland [Ohio]

From The daily Gate City.

1857-02-23 · Keokuk, Iowa

From The daily Gate City.

1857-02-23 · Keokuk, Iowa

1857-02-26 · Kenosha, Wis.

Some scamp has perpetrated the following parody on McKAY'S "Tell me ye winged winds"

From The Daily Scioto gazette.

1857-02-27 · Chillicothe, Ohio

1857-03-04 · Grand Haven, Mich.

1857-03-05 · Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio

1857-03-07 · Saint Paul, Minn. Territory

1857-03-15 · New York [N.Y.]

1857-03-17 · Mineral Point, Wis.

Parody

From The Ripley bee.

1857-03-21 · Ripley [Ohio]

1857-03-21 · Quasqueton, Buchanan County, Iowa

1857-03-26 · Freehold, N.J.

From The Texas Republican.

1857-03-28 · Marshall, Tex.

1857-04-02 · Bellevue City, N.T. [i.e. Neb.]

1857-04-02 · Abbeville, S.C.

1857-04-03 · Irasburgh, Vt.

From The Tipton advertiser.

1857-04-04 · Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa

From The home journal.

1857-04-04 · Winchester, Tenn.

1857-04-07 · Charlotte, N.C.

1857-04-07 · Richmond, Va.

From Nashville union and American.

1857-04-14 · Nashville, Tenn.

1857-04-15 · Warren, Ohio

1857-04-16 · Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio

1857-04-16 · Greenville, S.C.

1857-04-17 · Wilmington, N.C.

1857-04-18 · Weaverville, Calif.

1857-04-18 · San Andreas, Calif.

1857-05-02 · Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]

1857-05-09 · Weaverville, Calif.

From Lynchburg daily Virginian.

1857-05-09 · Lynchburg [Va.]

From Lewisburg chronicle.

1857-05-15 · Lewisburg, Pa.

1857-05-15 · Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]

1857-05-16 · Auburn, Placer County, Calif.

1857-05-16 · New York

1857-05-23 · Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]

1857-06-03 · Harrisonburg, La.

1857-06-10 · Washington, D.C.

1857-06-13 · Bridgeton, N.J.

From The Caledonian.

1857-06-13 · St. Johnsbury, Vt.

From Sunbury American.

1857-06-27 · Sunbury, Pa.

1857-07-01 · Clearfield, Pa.

1857-07-02 · Yorkville, S.C.

From Lynchburg daily Virginian.

1857-07-10 · Lynchburg [Va.]

From Wheeling daily intelligencer.

1857-07-11 · Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]