KING COTTON. [After Béranger.] BY R. H. STODDARD. See this new king who comes apace, On to the White House straight Ye slaves, of curs begotten, "White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum, Beware, then, of my might, Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Dare you dispraise my royal parts, And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts? My arms, (a whip, ye fools, Paupers, who can resist me? None! His brother, Colonel Fuss, Ye slaves, of curs begotten, Let us alone, ye Federal crew, Thanks to my forts, and guns, Ye slaves, of curs begotten, God's ministers, we fight for you: We'll ride you all your lives; A singular phenomenon appeared in the heavens as the Seventh (New York) Regiment were floating over the broad waters of the Chesapeake Bay, on their way to the protection of Washington. As they were singing their hymns and national airs beneath the clear blue evening skies, and the notes of our "Star-spangled Banner" rang forth over the silvery waves, the moon shone out, brightly arrayed in our national colors," wearing a brilliant zone of "Red, White and Blue," which glorious sight was enthusiastically cheered by the Regiment as a blessed omen. Sainted heroes are gazing with sad, deathless look, On the shame that, if with us, they never would brook ! And the pure Queen of Night our loved colors wears, To say that our cause e'en the "high heaven shares!" -N. Y. Evening Post. SONG OF THE IRISH LEGION. BY JAMES DE MILLE. E Pluribus Unum. Erin go Bragh. Ye boys of the sod, to Columbia true, Come up, lads, and fight for the Red, White and Blue ! Two countries we love, and two mottoes we'll share, Upon them, my lads! and the rebels shall know Erin, mavourneen!__Columbia, agra ! "Blood Tubs" and "Plug Uglies," and others galore, Before you the tyrant assembles his band, Go forth to the tyrant, and give him to know GOD AND THE RIGHT. BY DAVID J. DICKSON. "Now, soldiers of Freedom, for love of God, rally! Old Earth yearns to know that her children are men." GERALD MASSEY. Arise! let our Banner be flung to the skies! See, the Northern battalions are roused to the fight! The echoing mountains shall wake to our cries: Our Country and Liberty! God and the Right! The old Land comes down with the old Sword in hand; She comes, as she came to the olden wars; Her frown shall strike death to the traitorous band Who would tear from her clutches the Banner of Stars. Arise! let our Banner be flung to the skies! See, the Northern battalions are roused to the fight! The echoing mountains shall ring with our cries: Our Country and Liberty! God and the Right! Then let the storm burst, and, as firm as the rock, We'll stand with the old Banner streaming on high; The breast of the old Land is bared for the shock; Like freemen we'll live, or like freemen we'll die. Then strike for the old Land, that never has bowed, And Vict'ry shall carry our Flag through the wars; But if we must fall, let our glorious shroud Be the Flag of our Country-the Banner of Stars. Let the Flag of our Country be flung to the sky; Our arms shall be bared for the glorious fight; As freemen we'll live, or like heroes we'll die! Our Union and Liberty! God and the Right! STERLING, PA., April, 1861. DIXIE. BY T. M. COOLEY. Away down South, where grows the cotton, 'Seventy-six seems quite forgotten; Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. And men with rebel shout and thunder, Tear our good old flag asunder, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Then we're bound for the land of Dixie ! Hurrah! hurrah! In Dixie land we'll take our stand, And plant our flag in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie ! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Then we'll plant our flag in Dixie ! Whoever hauls the old flag down, We'll shoot him down in Dixie ! Away, away, away down South in Dixie ! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! STAND BY THE FLAG. I. Stand by the Flag!-its stars, like meteors gleaming, II. Stand by the Flag!-its stripes have streamed in glory, To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe, III. Stand by the Flag !-on land and ocean billow, By it your fathers stood, unmoved and true, Living defended-dying, from their pillow, With their last blessing, passed it on to you. IV. Stand by the Flag !-immortal heroes bore it And their imperial shades still hover o'er it- V. Stand by the Flag !-it is a holy treasure; Though wrong may dim some stars which should Onward, Zouaves! till the traitors are punished; be light, A steady, gentle, and persistent pressure, Kindly exerted, yet will make them bright. VI. Stand by the Flag!-though death-shots round it rattle, And underneath its waving folds have met, In all the dread array of sanguine battle, VII. Stand by the Flag!-all doubt and treason scorning- That it will float until the eternal morning THE ZOUAVES' BATTLE SONG. BY J. HOWARD WAINWRIGHT. Onward, Zouaves! Ellsworth's spirit still leads us; Do nothing by halves; Home to the hilt with the bay'net, Zouaves! Onward, Zouaves! till the treason hath vanished; Do nothing by halves; Home to the hilt with the bay'net, Zouaves! -N. Y. Evening Post. THE PROPHECY OF THE DEAD. BY AMANDA T. JONES. Is the groaning earth stabbed to its core? We thought the volcano of war Would belch out its flames in the East; We knew where the winds were ajar With the quarrel of soldier and priest: We shuddered-though farTo think how the vultures might feast. We said, "We have Liberty's smile; Go to! we are safe in the West;" "The temple crumbles, and the pillars fall! "In peaceful slumber let her pass away! 'Tis vain the ancient spirit to restore! The sun is set, and peaceful let the day Close on the mighty nation now no more!" The waves rolled on, And, dying, murmured forth, "No more!" The low, sad winds, Breathed, as they lulled to rest, "No more!" In muttered echoes, said, "No more!" Where Hope was dying on the shore The solemn pulses beat, "No more!" "O Prophet of the world's deep woe! And still the Prophet said, Star after star went down; The flag was trailed in dust; And the soul was dead, And e'en when Sumter fell, A moment only-for the spell "To arms! to arms!" they cry; "To arms!" the mountains grand; It leaped from hill to hill, It shook the mountain crag, Still kept the starry flag; The hot blood throbbing through the veins, In heaven's great name the damning wrong shall bow!" From the steep mountain side, From the deep flowing tide, From the green prairies wide, "Forward!" they cry; From the far eastern hills, From the forge, old and grim, And to their arms they sprung, "Arm, brothers, arm! for the foe is before us, For the strife be ye ready! 'On, brothers, on! For they haste to the battle! CHORUS-Arın, brothers, arm! 'Haste, brothers, haste! for the moments are flying! "Come, brothers, come! It is time for the starting! 'Swear, brothers, swear! For the Union forever! Resting not now till each traitor is riven ! God for our land, and of freedom the Giver, "She lives!" the freeman cried; "She lives!" my heart replied; "She lives!" rolled o'er the plain, And thrilled the waking land, That caught it back again From mountains old and grand; And starry banners waved From peak, and dome, and spire, The flag of love and peace, And glory's quenchless fire. O toiling millions on the Old World's shore! The soul living as it lived before, When sainted heroes spurned the tyrant's tread; A rapturous birth of Freedom out of woe; |