With hopeless accents of despair.
As Uncle Jim stirred up the fire
With observation taciturn,
All watched the crackling hemlock burn
Till some one called for Dad McGuire.
IV. A SEQUEL OF THE LOST CAUSE
Now, Dad McGuire was old, and bent of form,
Tanned by exposure to the sun and storm;
Of grizzled beard and seam-indented brow,