Springfield Weekly Republican

Our modest "royal Wedding," we learn from various fine writers, enchained the attention of the whole country, cemented a bond of unity between two nations, and accomplished sundry other marvels,—all of which fade into insignificance beside the indisputable fact that it has brought out Walt Whitman in the unexpected character of court poet. An epithalamium from rough, shaggy old Walt is more likely to carry its subject to immortal remembrance than the accident of being a president's daughter; let us hope that Mrs. Sartoris can appreciate the honor as she reads:—

Sacred, blithe, undenied,
With benisons from East and West,
And salutations North and South,
Through me indeed, to-day, a million hearts and hands,
Wafting a million loves, a million soul-felt prayers;
Tender and true remain the arm that shields thee,
Fair winds always fill the ship's sails that sail thee!
Clear sun by day, and bright stars at night, beam on thee!
Dear girl—through me the ancient privilege, too,
For the New World, through me, the old, old wedding greeting!
O youth and health! O sweet Missouri rose! O bonny bride!
Yield thy red cheeks, thy lips, to-day,
Unto a Nation's loving kiss.