Blast the rage of party sections;

Cause such war and strife to cease; Give us greatest gift to nationsGive us union, love, and peace. The Old Thirteen

On Thee shall lean;

Lord, let their mutual love increase.

Cast to the breeze that banner still,
With not one single star erased,
With not one single stripe effaced;
Shout, with a hearty, brave good-will,

"Let nought our happy land dissever,The Union, one, and one forever!!" Wake the wide echoes with that paan,The Union, and the Old Thirteen.

THE NORTHERN VOLUNTEERS.

BY GEORGE BOWERYEM.

We arm by thousands strong,
To battle for the Right,

And this shall be our song,

As we march into the fight:
With our country's banner o'er us,
And traitor-ranks before us,
Let Freedom be the chorus
Of the Northern Volunteers!
Now hearken to the cheers
Of the Northern Volunteers!

[Chorus of cheering.]

When the battle rages round,

And the rolling of the drum, And the trembling of the ground, Tell usurpers that WE COME !Then the War's deep-mouthed thunder Shall our lightnings cleave asunder, And our enemies shall wonder At the Northern Volunteers! Shall wonder at the cheers Of the Northern Volunteers! True, loyal sons are we

Of men who fought and died To leave their children free,

Whom dastards now deride! Tremble, traitors! at the beaming Of our starry banner gleaming, When like a torrent streaming, Come the Northern Volunteers! Dealing death amid their cheers, Come the Northern Volunteers!

When Northern men unite,

Heart to heart and hand to hand, For Freedom's cause to fight,

Shall Wrong the Right withstand?
With our country's banner o'er us,
And rebels base before us,
And Liberty the chorus

Of the Northern Volunteers,-
How terrible the cheers
Of the Northern Volunteers!

Where Freedom's banner waves,
Over land or over sea,
It shall not cover slaves!
They shall touch it and be free!

What means this eager rush? whence this commotion?

Why surge the people thus, like a lashed ocean?
See, the vast multitude, crowding and craving;
See, from each lofty staff stars and stripes waving!

Banners from balcony, banners from steeple,
Banners from house to house, draping the people;
Banners upborne by all, men, women, children,
Banners on horses' fronts, flashing, bewild'ring.

Hark! there's a trumpet-blast strikes on the hearing; Now the quick drum-beat comes rapidly nearing; Blue forms with clubs in hand, steadily banding, Through the compacted crowd pathway demanding.

Drums beat, and trumpets sound, louder and louder, Bugles and cornets mix deep tones and prouder; Whose is that solid front? whose is that thick step? Whose, but the "Seventh's" tread, moves to that quickstep?

On comes the Regiment, like to none other;
Who has not in its ranks loved son or brother?
If he has none of these, not e'en a cousin,
He served himself in it, years by the dozen.

Know ye the city's heart in that mass mingles ?
Hear, the responsive throb everywhere tingles!
Now, as they're moving past, shout, sob, and greeting,
Love's deep devotion they're constantly meeting.

See, 'midst the serried ranks, none now objecting, Hundreds of laymen the flanks seem protecting, Crowding between platoons, filling the spaces, Many a manly form steadily paces!

Those are the fathers, proud eyes overflowing,
On Freedom's altar their best blood bestowing;
Gladly they give their sons, each true heart bleeding,
Offering the noblest to Liberty's needing.

Oh, 'tis a costly gift now they are bringing,
And on their country's shrine willingly flinging;

Of gallant Major Anderson I told you yesternight, Of Moultrie's shattered battlements, and Sumter's bloodless fight;

And how the cannon's echo shook the North and East and West,

Ye who have sons there, ah, how do I envy you!

repressed.

To hear the clanging bells ring out from every tower and steeple;

To see our glorious flag flung wide all through the loyal land;

To know at last the North stood up a firm united band!

A call went forth through all the land: "On, on to Washington!"

On, for the Union that we prize! for Right and Freedom, on!

'Twas sunset ere the call was known, but ere the break of day,

Our brave militia were in arms, and ready for the fray.

They left the plough, fcrsook the loom, bade hasty, sad farewell,

To all they loved, with looks which spoke far more than words could tell;

And loving wives and mothers wept and blessed them on their way;

But, 'mid the throng of anxious ones, not one would bid them stay.

O who shall tell of all that chanced, or in that fearful fray

Tell what was done, or truly write the history of that day!

How, not content with scoffs and taunts, the pavement up they tore,

And showered the stones upon our troops, around, behind, before.

"Why did they let them?" O alas! forgetful grows my mind;

The others had passed safely on, a few were left behind;

For thus Secession's chivalry its boldest deeds has done,

And often have they bravely fought, a hundred against one.

left or right;

They all were Massachusetts men; they never thought of flight;

But as the stones came thick and fast, the curses deep and loud,

In self-defence, at bay, they turned and fired upon the crowd.

O many a taunting traitor fell beneath their deadly fire;

But thicker flew the showers of stones, and fiercer grew their ire.

Enough-they fought their passage through, and then kept marching on,

Obedient to their country's call, to rescue Washington.

Yet not unscathed; four noble ones fell in the bloody fray,

And many carry scarring wounds in memory of that day;

To Sumter, straight from Washington,
A secret message came :

"Till we make sure the Capital,

Hold Sumter all the same.
If traitors fire, return their fire,
Until the fleet you see;
Then leave the fort, brave Anderson,
And bring thy men with thee."

CHORUS-Cheer, boys, cheer!

The ball was opened then, And traitors were outwitted by The Major and his Men.

One day the rebel batteries,
That numbered near a score,
Commenced to fire at Sumter's walls
With an infernal roar.
The Major and his seventy,

By numbers undismayed,
The rebels' iron compliments

With shot and shell repaid!
CHORUS-Cheer, boys, cheer!

We shall not see again
Such pluck as that which gave to fame
The Major and his Men.

For forty hours that gallant band
Held Sumter from the foe,
And gaily their columbiads

Dealt ruin high and low;

But when the fleet from Uncle Sam
Made signals fair in sight,
That Washington was safe enough,
The Major stopped the fight.

CHORUS-Cheer, boys, cheer!

And pass the glass again;

The "trick" that time was taken by

The Major and his Men.

The Major left the battered fort,

A crumbling, empty pen,

And ere the rebels can repair,
We'll have it back again!

Their harbor is blockaded now,
And Anderson is here,

With sword still girded by his side,
And stranger still to fear!

CHORUS-Cheer, boys, cheer!

We'll have it back again!

And who shall be our comrades but
The Major and his Men?

-N. Y. Sunday Atlas, May 12.

OUR NATIONAL FLAG.

BY EMELINE S. SMITH.

Who said that the stars on our banner were dimThat their glory had faded away?

Look up, and behold! how bright, through each fold,
They are flashing and smiling to-day.

A few wand'ring meteors only have paled-
They shot from their places on high;

But the fixed and the true still illumine the blue,

And will, while old Ages go by!

Who said the fair temple, so patiently reared By heroes, at Liberty's call,

Was built insecure-that it could not endureAnd was tottering e'en now to its fall?