KING COTTON.

[After Béranger.]

BY R. H. STODDARD.

See this new king who comes apace,
And treats us like a conquered race
He comes from Dixey's Land by rail,
His throne a ragged cotton-bale.

On to the White House straight
He's marching-rather late,
Clanking along the land,
The shackles in his hand.
Hats off! hats off!

Ye slaves, of curs begotten,
Hats off to great King Cotton!

"White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum,
Base hirelings, hear me, and be dumb :
What makes this country great and free?
'Tis I tell you-only me!
me,

Beware, then, of my might,
Nor dare dispute my right,
Or else you'll find, some day
There'll be the devil to pay!
Hats off! hats off!

Ye slaves, of curs begotten,
Hats off to great King Cotton!

Dare you dispraise my royal parts,

And prate of Freedom, Commerce, Arts?
What are they to my pedigree?
Why, Adam was an F. F. V. !

My arms, (a whip, ye fools,
Above a bloodhound, gules!)
Declare my house and birth-
The king of kings on earth!
Hats off! hats off!
Ye slaves, of curs begotten,
Hats off to great King Cotton!

Paupers, who can resist me? None!
My wife's a pew in Washington;
My youngest son-he looks like me-
Will be in Congress soon, (S. C.)

His brother, Colonel Fuss,
Trained up by old U. S.,
Tore down your dirty flag-
A General, now, with Bragg!
Hats off! hats off!

Ye slaves, of curs begotten,
Hats off to great King Cotton!

Let us alone, ye Federal crew,
Nor dare collect our revenue;
For gentlemen, from earliest date
Were never useful to the State.

Thanks to my forts, and guns,
And arsenals, (yours, once!)
I can now speak my mind,
As Ancient Abe shall find!
Hats off! hats off!

Ye slaves, of curs begotten,
Hats off to great King Cotton!

God's ministers, we fight for you:
Aid us, ye aid the Gospel too.
For you, beast-people, (clear the track!)
Still bear our saddles on your back!

We'll ride you all your lives;
Your daughters, too, and wives,

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,
And we'll join them in one on the banner we bear:
Erin, mavourneen! Columbia, agra!
E pluribus unum. Erin go bragh.

Upon them, my lads! and the rebels shall know
How Erin can fight when she faces the foe;
If they can't give us arms, sure, we needn't delay;
With a sprig of shillelagh we'll open the way.

Erin, mavourneen!__Columbia, agra !
E pluribus unum. Erin go bragh.

"Blood Tubs" and "Plug Uglies," and others galore,
Are sick for a thrashing in sweet Baltimore;
Be Jabers! that same I'd be proud to inform
Of the terrible force of an Irishman's arm.
Erin, mavourneen! Columbia, agra!
E pluribus unum. Erin go bragh.

Before you the tyrant assembles his band,
And threatens to conquer this glorious land;
But it wasn't for this that we traversed the sea,
And left the Green Isle for the land of the free.
Erin, mavourneen! Columbia, agra !
E pluribus unum. Erin go bragh.

Go forth to the tyrant, and give him to know
That an Irishman holds him his bitterest foe;
And his sweetest delight is to meet him in fight,
To battle for freedom, with God for the right!
Erin, mavourneen!_Columbia, agra!
E pluribus unum. Erin go bragh.

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 !
Hurrah! hurrah!

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,
Have lighted Arctic icebergs, Southern seas,
And shone responsive to the stormy beaming
Of old Arcturus and the Pleiades.

II.

Stand by the Flag!-its stripes have streamed in glory,

To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe,
And spread, in rhythmic lines, the sacred story
Of Freedom's triumph over all the globe.

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
Though sulphurous smoke, deep moat, and armed
defence,

And their imperial shades still hover o'er it-
A guard celestial, from Omnipotence.

V.

Stand by the Flag !-it is a holy treasure;

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,
The quivering lance and glittering bayonet.

VII.

Stand by the Flag!-all doubt and treason scorning-
Believe, with courage firm, and faith sublime,

That it will float until the eternal morning
Pales, in its glories, all the lights of time!

THE ZOUAVES' BATTLE SONG.

BY J. HOWARD WAINWRIGHT.

Onward, Zouaves! Ellsworth's spirit still leads us;
Onward, Zouaves! for our country still needs us;
Onward, Zouaves! for our banner floats o'er us;
Onward, Zouaves! for the foe is before us.
CHORUS-Onward, Zouaves!

Do nothing by halves;

Home to the hilt with the bay'net, Zouaves!

Onward, Zouaves! till the treason hath vanished;
Onward, Zouaves! till once more in communion,
O'er the North and the South floats the Flag of our
Union.
CHORUS-Onward, Zouaves!

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?
Are the seas oozing blood in their bed?
Have all troubles of ages before,
Grown quick, in those homes of the dead?
The red plagues of yore,
Must they to our season be wed?

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!
The altar passes, and the worship dies!
The millions gather as they bear the pall,
And Freedom seeks her refuge in the skies.

"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!"
The ancient cliff,

In muttered echoes, said, "No more!"
And in my heart,

Where Hope was dying on the shore
Of Doubt and Death,

The solemn pulses beat, "No more!"

"O Prophet of the world's deep woe!
Is this the answer from thy shrine?
Wait till the morrow-thou shalt know
That Freedom hath a life divine!
The sun shall stand in heaven to-day,
Nor set once more on hill or plain,
While freemen strike, and toil, and pray,
Till Freedom lives in bliss again!'

And still the Prophet said,
"The nation now is dead!
The great Republic is no more!"

Star after star went down;

The flag was trailed in dust;
And chiefs of old renown
Forsook their ancient trust;
It seemed too true,
As the Prophet said,
That the life had sped,

And the soul was dead,
And the nation lived no more!

And e'en when Sumter fell,
The heart beat silent with its doubt,

A moment only-for the spell
Was broken by the freeman's shout.

"To arms! to arms!" they cry;
"Defend that flag, or die!"
"To arms!" amid their tears;
"To arms!" as in the years
When heroes saw the field of battle nigh;
"To arms!" replied the hills;

"To arms!" the mountains grand;
"To arms, let him who wills!"
Swept o'er the freeman's land;

It leaped from hill to hill,

It shook the mountain crag,
For love's electric thrill

Still kept the starry flag;
"To arms!" replied the plains,

The hot blood throbbing through the veins,
For millions rallied with the vow,
"We strike for Freedom surely now;

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 pure flowing rills,
From the great busy mills,
"Onward for aye!"

From the forge, old and grim,
From the mine, dark and dim,
Swelled the bold hero-hymn,
"Onward or die!"

And to their arms they sprung,
Freedom on every tongue,
True to the songs they sung,
Filling the sky :-

"Arm, brothers, arm! for the foe is before us,
Filled with deep hate to the Union we love;
Onward we press, with the loud-swelling chorus
Shaking the earth, and the heaven above.
CHORUS-Arm, brothers, arm!

For the strife be ye ready!
With an eye ever steady!
Arm, brothers, arm!

'On, brothers, on! For they haste to the battle!
The treason is theirs, whom we trusted so long;
For Freedom we fight, and not a mere chattel;
The Union and Peace-the Right over Wrong.

CHORUS-Arın, brothers, arm!

'Haste, brothers, haste! for the moments are flying!
An hour now lost may undo all the past!
And millions of mourners now burdened are sighing,
And, terror-struck, bow in the force of the blast!
CHORUS-Arm, brothers, arm!

"Come, brothers, come! It is time for the starting!
We pray on the field! At the altar they pray
Who mourn for our loss-nor wait for the parting-
Our children shall bless us for valor to-day!
CHORUS-Arm, brothers, arm!

'Swear, brothers, swear! For the Union forever! Resting not now till each traitor is riven !

God for our land, and of freedom the Giver,
Onward we haste in the sunshine of Heaven.”
CHORUS-Arm, brothers, arm!

"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!
Look up, rejoicing, for she is not dead!

The soul living as it lived before,

When sainted heroes spurned the tyrant's tread;
The strife is earnest, and the day wears on,
And ages tremble at the mighty blow-
Beyond the conflict is a glorious dawn,

A rapturous birth of Freedom out of woe;
The clouds may gather, and the storm be long,
And lightnings leap across the darkened sky,
But Freedom lives to triumph over wrong-
It still will live, for Truth shall never die !