his pocket. Sid had found out the contents of Charlie's pocket when it had
been emptied in behalf of the bun fund, and at the "collation" in the
woods, he concluded his speech with these words: "I learn that the Hon.
Charles Pitt Macomber, who has been forbidden to fire off crackers, has
some poetry, and I will ask him to read it I would only add that freemen
must stand for their rights." Cheers were now given for "the poet of the
day." Charlie stood up and read these lines, which were subsequently found
by Aunt Stanshy in the pocket of his pants, for these needed the help of
her needle after the great and fatiguing duties of the Fourth. The name
and age of the author, Charlie had been particular to place over the
poetry. We give the lines exactly as they appear in the original now in
our possession.


THE GLORIOUS FOURTH.

By C.P. MACOMBER, (nine years.)

"Hurrah for the Glorious Fourth of July,
When sky-rockets mount to the sky,
When fire-crackers are whizzing so fine,
And all is Majesty Grandeur an' sublime.

"If I could have the whole day to myself,
I would fire off crackers all day like an elf,
The Giant Torpedoes would fall to the ground,
And all would come down with a terrible sound.

"What good are little paper caps?
I would not give two ginger snaps,