ELMER E. ELLSWORTH.
DIED MAY 24, 1861.

Weep, weep, Columbia! Death, with traitorous hand,

Has slain a Hero, quenched a manly flame;
Cast heartfelt sorrow o'er a throbbing land,
And carved, for future years to read, a name,
On the grand altar of our Country's fame.

Strew roses o'er his corpse ;-a soldier's vow
He took a soldier's pall enwraps him now;
At Glory's portal Death's red summons came.
Chant, O ye Land, the soldier's burial hymn

O'er Ellsworth's bier; and as ye sadly turn, With falt'ring voice, and eyes with teardrops dim, Swear ye that Retribution's torch may burn In every breast! A martyr's youthful blood Cements your oath. Strike! for your cause is good!

A. A. A.

-N. Y. Tribune, May 27.

ODE TO THE NORTH AND SOUTH. O Jonathan and Jefferson,

Come, listen to my song;

I can't decide, my word upon,
Which of you is most wrong.

I do declare I am afraid

To say which worse behaves,
The North, imposing bonds on Trade,
Or South, that Man enslaves.

And here you are about to fight,

And wage intestine war,
Not either of you in the right;
What simpletons you are!
Too late your madness you will see,
And when your passion cools,
"Snakes!" you will bellow;

"how could we Have been such 'tarnal fools!"

One thing is certain; that if you
Blow out each other's brains,
"Twill be apparent what a few

Each blockhead's skull contains.
You'll have just nothing for your cost,
To show, when all is done.
Greatness and glory you'll have lost,
And not a dollar won.

Oh, joined to us by blood, and by
The bond of kindred speech,
And further, by the special tie

Of slang, bound each to each,
All-fired gonies, soft-horn'd pair,
Each other will you lick?
You everlastin' dolts, forbear!

Throw down your arms right slick!

You'll chaw each other up, you two,
Like those Kilkenny cats,
When they had better things to do,
Improvin' off the rats.

Now come, shake hands, together jog
On friendly yet once more;
Whip one another not; and flog
Creation, as before!

-London Punch, May 25.

Raise the Banner, raise it high, boys!
Let it float against the sky;
"God be with us!" this our cry, boys;
Under it we'll do, or die.

1ST CHO.-Arise to glory, glory, glory!

Our country calls-march on! march on.
2D CHO.-Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly,
Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-lay,
Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly,
Rig-a-ge-dig, and away we go!

Rebel miscreants, stand from under;
Ye who bear the traitor's name!
Every star's a bolt of thunder-

Every stripe a living flame !
Arise, &c.

By our patriot sires in glory,

By our sainted Washington,

We will fight, till every Tory

Falls, that breathes beneath the sun!
Arise, &c.

By our homes, our hearths, and altars,
By our sweethearts, children, wives,
He who from our Union falters,
Dies, hath he a thousand lives!
Arise, &c.

Under Scott, our valiant leader,

We will lay the traitors low;
Crushed to earth, each vile seceder
Soon shall to our vengeance bow.
Arise, &c.

Anderson thy name shall cheer us
'Mid the war-field's bloody strife;
Old Fort Sumter yet shall hear us
Call her battlements to life!
Arise, &c.

God of battles! we implore Thee,

Nerve our souls, make strong our arms;

Bless us, as we bow before Thee,
In the midst of wars alarms.

Arise, &c.

Our spangled banner waving o'er us,
We come, avengers of the free!
Shout, boys, shout! the foe's before us!
Union-God-and Liberty!

1ST CHо.-Arise to glory, glory, glory!

Our country calls-march on! march on! 2D Cпо.-Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly, Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-lay, Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly, Rig-a-ge-dig, and away we go!

If from the bloody strife they come,
Once more to rest, in peace, at home,
Return them pure as brave.
The loyal heart, the sturdy frame,
We venture; but the clean, good nams,
O War, thou terror, save!

God, save our fathers, brothers, friends,
From all the evil which attends,

Watching for brave men's souls; Within, without, where soldiers dwell, In camp, and fort, and citadel, Too often it controls.

This war is Thine! we do not shrink; The wine is red, but we will drink ;— All, all we will endure.

Not blood unto the horses' mane,
Not heaped-up friends, dead on the plain,
Shall our wrung hearts of courage drain,
So our dear host be pure!
God, keep our soldiers pure!

For Dixie's land we take our stand,
And live or die for Dixie !

To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie !

Hear the Northern thunders mutter!
Northern flags in South wind flutter;
To arms! &c.

Advance the flag of Dixie! &c.

Fear no danger! Shun no labor!
Lift up rifle, pike, and sabre !
To arms! &c.

Shoulder pressing close to shoulder,
Let the odds make each heart bolder!
To arms! &c.

Advance the flag of Dixie! &c. How the South's great heart rejoices, At your cannons' ringing voices !

To arms! &c.

For faith betrayed, and pledges broken. Wrongs inflicted, insults spoken,

To arms! &c.

Advance the flag of Dixie! &c.

Strong as lions, swift as eagles,

Back to their kennels hunt these beagles!
To arms! &c.

Cut the unequal words asunder!
Let them then each other plunder!
To arms! &c.

Advance the flag of Dixie! &c.
Swear upon your country's altar,
Never to submit or falter !
To arms! &c.

Till the spoilers are defeated,
Till the Lord's work is completed.
To arms! &c.

Advance the flag of Dixie ! &c.

Halt not, till our Federation
Secures among Earth's Powers its station!
To arms! &c.

Then at peace, and crowned with glory,
Hear your children tell the story!

To arms! &c.

Advance the flag of Dixie! &c.
If the loved ones weep in sadness,
Victory soon shall bring them gladness.
To arms! &c.

Exultant pride soon banish sorrow;
Smiles chase tears away to-morrow.
To arms! &c.

Advance the flag of Dixie! &c.

-Natchez (Miss.) Courier, May 30.