Like almost every American educated after 1827, Emily Dickinson (b. 1830) knew the works of Samuel Griswold Goodrich, especially the books featuring "Peter Parley," the imaginary old man with a gouty foot who taught history and geography to a generation (or two). Peter, in fact, makes a brief appearance in one of Dickinson's earliest works, published in the Springfield Daily Republican (February 20, 1852).

"Thus passes the glory of the world," the poem's first line reminds us: a line oddly jaunty in its present company; and wonderfully in keeping with her "Hurrah for Peter Parley!" Famous as Peter and his creator were in nineteenth-century America, they had--alas!--fallen from favor by the middle of the twentieth. ("How doth the little busy bee/Improve each shining hour" also vanished from the repertoire of American children; it's more famous now, probably, in the parody--"How doth the little crocodile/Improve each shining scale"--which Charles Dodgson included in Alice's Adventures Underground.)

This text is from The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Variorum Edition, ed. R. W. Franklin. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, Belknap Press, 1998. Vol 1, pp. 51-53. Used without permission. Some changes were made in this text. My thanks to Charlotte Ostrander for telling me about this reader.


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SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI, by Emily Dickinson (1852)

Sic transic gloria mundi
"How doth the busy bee"
Dum vivamus vivamus
I stay mine enemy!--

Oh veni vidi vici!
Oh caput cap-a-pie!
And oh "memento mori"
When I am far from thee

Hurrah for Peter Parley
Hurrah for Daniel Boone
Three cheers sir, for the gentleman
Who first observed the moon--

Peter put up the sunshine!
Pattie arrange the stars
Tell Luna, tea is waiting
And call your brother Mars--

Put down the apple Adam
And come away with me
So shal't thou have a pippin
From off my Father's tree!

I climb the "Hill of Science"
I "view the Landscape o'er"
Such transcendental prospect
I ne'er beheld before!--

Unto the Legislature
My country bids me go,
I'll take my india rubbers
In case the wind should blow.

During my education
It was announced to me
That gravitation stumbling
Fell from an apple tree--

The Earth upon its axis
Was once supposed to turn
By way of a gymnastic
In honor to the sun--

It was the brave Columbus
A sailing o'er the tide
Who notified the nations
Of where I would reside

Mortality is fatal
Gentility is fine
Rascality, heroic
Insolvency, sublime

Our Fathers being weary
Laid down on Bunker Hill
And though full many a morn'g
Yet they are sleeping still

The trumpet sir, shall wake them
In streams I see them rise
Each with a solemn musket
A marching to the skies!

A coward will remain, Sir,
Until the fight is done;
But an immortal hero
Will take his hat and run.

Good bye Sir, I am going
My country calleth me
Allow me Sir, at parting
To wipe my weeping e'e

In token of our friendship
Accept this "Bonnie Doon"
And when the hand that pluck'd it
Hath passed beyond the moon

The memory of my ashes
Will consolation be
Then farewell Tuscarora
And farewell Sir, to thee.

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