Oh, the wild dash they made Ne'er shall their glory fade; Joined here your glorious bands Old men, with gushing tears, How from their blood there sprang Till the Stars and Stripes on high, Like a banner in the sky, Waved for our victory. VI. Honor the living and dead, Who dashed o'er the river; Ne'er can their names be sundered,Honor the Nineteen Hundred; By the blood that was shed, By the souls of the dead, A MONARCH DETHRONED. BY MRS. E. VALE SMITH. "Old Cotton, the King, boys-aha !— With his locks so fleecy and white," Descends, like a falling star, To the sceptre he had no right,- To the sceptre he had no right. Old Cotton, the King, was so bold, With injustice to prop up his throne, That now he's left out in the coldThe nations all leave him alone,Boys, alone! The nations all leave him alone. Old Cotton, the King, built his throne On the slaves' forced toil and tears, And each bale was bound with a groan; So he's dead of his guilty fears,Boys, his fears! So he's dead of his guilty fears. Old Cotton no more holds the reins; He's dismembered as well as dead;. His cold heart in the South remains, But his limbs are mangled and red,Boys, and red! But his limbs are mangled and red. Old Cotton, the once potent King, Is struck from his impotent throne; Each continent now claims a limb; His heart, cold and chill it has grown. Old Cotton will once more arise, But not all in his native land; His right arm, under Afric's skies, Will stretch to the Indies a hand,Boys, a hand! Will stretch to the Indies a hand. Old King Cotton's white feet will spring A line from the central zone, And Ganges the death-harvest bring Of him who once ruled alone. -N. Y. Evening Post, July 18. GOD PRESERVE THE UNION. BY JOHN SAVAGE. "There is no safety for European monarchical Governments, if the progressive spirit of the Democracy of the United States is allowed to succeed. Elect Lincoln, and the first blow to the separation of the United States is effected."-London Morning Chronicle. "I hold, further, that there is no evil in this country for which the Constitution and laws will not furnish a remedy. Then we must maintain our rights inside of the Union in conformity with the Constitution, and not break up the Union."-Douglas at Memphis, October, 1860. Brothers, there are times when nations That long happiness hath calmed. So, friends, fill up Here's blood and blow And GOD PRESERVE THE UNION! There are factions passion-goaded, In brotherly communion, Cry "North and South," And GOD PRESERVE THE UNION! While the young Republic's bosom Of the speech within it born: To behold no earthly sod, Where its white slaves may unbend them, So, friends, let's all, 'Gainst the kingly crowd, And GOD PRESERVE THE UNION! Immortal as our heroic sage Is every law he made; The earth, the heavens, may fade from age, But his laws cannot fade. CHORUS-TO arms! to arms! &c. We're born to die-then let us die Where glory weaves death's wreath; On to the fight, our patriots cry To victory or death. The bayonet thirsts for traitors' gore; Bright gleams the patriot's sword; Place us our country's foe before, And give the battle-word. CHORUS-TO arms! to arms! &c. A banner o'er our heads we raise, But that broad flag we raise on high CHORUS-TO arms! to arms! &c. THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY THE OCCASION, On the Night of Thursday, July 4, 1861. Night has enveloped in her robes the earth, Which thrilled of yore each patriot with delight, And bade him hope that in this favored clime Freedom would bloom perennial through all time. Standing upon Potomac's verdant shore, I gaze upon these tributes to the day, I ponder sadly on events which bring Far more magnificent than all the show Which man conceited in his art would try, Behold the comet with mysterious glow Spreads its vast tail athwart the star-gemmed sky.* How peaceful is the spot where now I stand; This "heavenly messenger" by some astronomers is supposed to be the return of that known as "the Emperor Charles the Fifth," but this is doubted and denied by others, and it seems to have come unbidden and taken the world by surprise. Of this meteor an Alexandria correspondent of the Erening Star writes:-" Last evening, (4th,) while a grand pyrotechnic display was taking place throughout the loyal States, a still grander and more beautiful one took place in the heavens. Some eight or ten minutes past 8 o'clock, whilst it was yet early twilight, a magnificent meteor was observed at this place. Its direction was from northeast to southward. Although at the time of its appearance it was hardly dark, yet it was of such intense brightness that it cast a shadow as deep almost as that cast by the sun. Its track could be plainly traced for five or ten minutes after its appearance by the bright streak of light which it left. Its scintillations were beautiful and gorgeous beyond description." Here, the sweet products of kind Nature's hand; To make comparison between now and then? Since our brave fathers independence won, That such unprofitable, deep disgrace Thus brands the country of a Washington, And makes each patriot through the world lament, Lest man's incapable of self-government? In Freedom's name, behold Americans In hostile ranks glare one upon the other, And must it be, that man should strive to mar, Can nothing check this fratricidal strife, And must the Ship of State in storms go down? Must brothers madly seek each other's life?— Ruin and murder wither with their frown? O God of mercy, spare thy people! spare, And keep us freemen, as our fathers were! GISBORO', OPPOSITE WASHINGTON. OH, SAY NOT IT IS BORNE TO EARTH! BY REV. EDWARD G. JONES. Oh, say not it is borne to earth, That pennon shall unfold, Amid the din of clanking steel And kindle languid eyes; Stout hearts upon the wing Shall seize it, to redeem the trust, And new defiance fling. Upborne upon the swelling surge, Still in the van, though hardly pressed, The cherub daughter of the West, Round whom our arms are thrown! A fearful pause may seem to come, Shall never steal, while Hope is dumb, For Faith her sinewy arms shall spread, A million voices speed it on, From climes beyond the sea, Where, 'neath the despot's shaded throne, Comes forth the blended strain"Bear it aloft, that type divine; Bear it aloft again!" Then, say not Freedom's chosen bird For waits she but the burning word And Treason shall retire from light, -Philadelphia Bulletin, Aug. 2. THE TWO FURROWS. BY C. H. WEBB. The spring-time came, but not with mirth;- And, with it, the best hopes of earth The farmer saw the shame from far, And stopped his plough a-field; "Not the blade of peace, but the brand of war, This arm of mine must wield. "When traitor hands that flag would stain, Their homes let women keep; Until its stars burn bright again, Let others sow and reap." The farmer sighed-" A lifetime long With ready strength the farmer tore The iron from the wood, And to the village smith he bore That ploughshare stout and good. The blacksmith's arms were bare and brown, And loud the bellows roared; The farmer flung his ploughshare down"Now forge me out a sword!" And then a merry, merry chime Good sooth, it was a nobler rhyme The blacksmith wrought with skill that day; Not as of old that blade he sways, The farmer's face is burned and brown, But light is on his brow; Right well he wots what blessings crown The furrow of the Plough. "But better is to-day's success," Thus ran the farmer's word; "For nations yet unborn shall bless This furrow of the Sword." -Harpers' Weekly INDE X. EXPLANATION OF ABBREVIATIONS IN THE INDEX. D. stands for Diary of Events; Doc. for Documents; and P. for Poetry, Rumors and Incidents. A PAGE PAGE PAGE "A Battle Hymn," by James Mac- P. 11 Abolitionists "to be scourged into Acquia Creek, Va., skirmish at, D. to Gen. Benjamin Lincoln, 1759, Miles to the Junction.'" by D. 75 46 of Lieut.-Col. Frank Fiske, 2d P. 8 44 havoc in the Regts. of, at Bull "Alarum," Vanity Fair, Albany Journal," on compromise ALBERGER, F. A., Seward's letter to, P. 13 near Fernandina, Florida, D. 56 of a N. Y. Zouave and a Vir- An English Comment on English P. |