Buchanan's Journal of Man, Volume 1

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J.R. Buchanan, 1887 - Phrenology
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Page 10 - Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray. No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red ; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead ! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; — Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray.
Page 10 - From the silence of sorrowful hours, The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers, Alike for the friend and the foe. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day, Under the roses the Blue, Under the lilies, the Gray.
Page 10 - Instead of, as before, being actively interested in their surroundings, and curiously prying into all that came within the field of their observation, they remained apathetic, or dull, or dozed off to sleep, responding only to the sensations or impressions of the moment, or varying their listlessness with restless and purposeless wanderings to and fro. While not actually deprived of intelligence, they had lost, to all appearance, the faculty of attentive and intelligent observation.
Page 10 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; Under the one, the Blue; Under the other, the Gray.
Page 10 - Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done ; In the storm of the years that are fading No braver battle was won ; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day — Under the blossoms the Blue, Under the garlands the Gray.
Page 10 - These in the robings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat, All with the battle-blood gory, In the dusk of eternity meet; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; — Under the laurel, the Blue ; Under the willow, the Gray. From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers, Alike for the friend and the foe ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day...
Page 7 - Tis not in blood that Liberty Inscribes her civil laws. She writes them on the people's heart In language clear and plain; True thoughts have moved the world before, And so they shall again. We yield to none in earnest love Of Freedom's cause sublime; We join the cry, 'Fraternity!
Page 9 - No rumor of the foe's advance Now swells upon the wind ; No troubled thought at midnight haunts Of loved ones left behind ; No vision of the morrow's strife The warrior's dream alarms ; No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms.
Page 7 - We want no aid of barricade To show a front to wrong; We have a citadel in truth, More durable and strong. Calm words, great thoughts, unflinching faith, Have never striv'n in vain; They've won our battles many a time, And so they shall again.
Page 12 - The practical difference in the distribution of sickness,' says Mr Finlaison, ' seems to turn upon the amount of the expenditure of physical force. This is no new thing, for in all ages the enervation and decrepitude of the bodily frame has been observed to follow a prodigal waste of the mental or corporeal energies. But it has been nowhere previously established upon recorded experience that the quantum of sickness annually falling to the lot of man is in direct proportion to the demands upon his...

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