SECEDING VIRGINIA. BY L. H. SIGOURNEY. Ho! mistress of the rolling James, Prime favorite of the fruitful earth, Thou who didst hold thy cresset forth The morning star whose lambent ray Our constellation led, Yet, when a comet madly rushed Why didst thou leave thy Heaven-mark'd sphere, We loved thee well, Virginia! And little deemed such sudden blight For thou hadst given thy great and good Thy Palinurus steered our barque We called thine image forth, and blent Our mother nursed thee at her breast And thou shouldst still have succor'd her, Of the true Saxon vine, And old Powhatan, hoary chief, And brave John Smith, the very soul Of chivalry and pride, And Pocahontas, princess pure, The font of Christ beside, Dreamed they that thou wouldst start aside, Who sleepeth at Mount Vernon, Nor dare pronounce his name, His farewell counsels reft, And help'd to scatter to the winds Oh! that the pitying Prince of Peace -National Intelligencer, June 8. AMERICA TO THE WORLD. "You cannot be too decided or too explicit in making known to the French Government that there is not now, or has there been, nor will there be any, the least idea existing in this Government of suffering a dissolution of this Union to take place in any way whatever. There will be here only one nation and one Government, and there will be the same republic and the same constitutional Union that have already survived a dozen national changes and changes of Government in almost every other country. These will stand hereafter as they are now, objects of human wonder and human affection."-WILLIAM II. SEWARD. We will rally, we will gather, we will muster in our might, For our banner must be stainless, and our God will shield the right! Ay, though bloody may be the conquest to which we march along, And though groans may make a dissonance in our grand victor-song, We will rally, we will gather, we will muster in our might, And our banner shall be stainless, for our God will shield the right! Every hour hath prophet's utterance, and each gale from o'er the seas Brings the crash of falling empires, and of tottering dynasties; From Italia's classic ruins, to the ice-realm of the Czar, Sounds the tramp of marshalled cohorts, as they muster to the war; And from despots' shattered altars Freedom's incensecloud is curled, While the people's unchained voices send their Vivas round the world. What though our sky is shrouded with the midnight robe of shame, And the light but faintly flickers from our Freedom's altar-flame; Darkest night precedes the dawning, and new light shall yet break through, And a new day grandly open, bathed with heaven's unquestioned blue; And though stars are fleeing wildly from Night's cloudy tournament, The Morning's bow of promise we shall see above us bent; Of promise as it glimmers from the labor-burthened hours, When snow, to bare and bleeding feet, was warm as summer's flowers; When days of struggle, and of toil, and nights of dark unrest, Made the purchase of the bounties, by us, ingrates, now possessed. Then up, and rally proudly to the foremost of the fray, And let every patriot be a host, to stand and strike to-day; While the rally-call of Freedom, and the people's answer given, Still, in thunder-toned responses, echo up the vaulted heaven, We will rally, we will gather, we will muster in our might, And bear on our stainless banner, for our God shall shield the right! -Boston Transcript, June 3. BAY STATE SONG. "They had sent word to us from Philadelphia that we could not pass through that city, (Baltimore,) but the Colonel made up his mind that we could; and so wo did. You may depend upon it, that wherever we are ordered, we shall do our duty, and not make a blot on the records of Massachusetts."-LETTER FROM A PRIVATE OF THE SIXTH REGIMENT. "The cause of Baltimore is the cause of the whole South."-A. H. STEPHENS. TUNE-"There is rest for the weary," (with spirit.) I, "Tis the Old Bay State a-coming, With the Pine Tree waving high, CHORUS-To the fray comes the Bay State! II. From our dear old Berkshire mountains, From Cape Cod's sea-beaten sand, With one cry we rush to battleFreedom, and our Native Land! From the quiet graves of Concord, Still as in our fathers' day, Where her country's need is greatest, Massachusetts leads the way. CHORUS-To the fray, &c. Who assails the starry banner And the flag of Washington! And a traitor flag o'erhead! -N. Y. Tribune, June 9. COLONEL ELLSWORTH. BY CAPT. SAM. WHITING. [Dedicated to the New York Fire Zouates.] Columbia bends in sadness now, Above her gallant soldier's grave; Of the dead Zouave-so young, so brave. Who for his country bravely died. Not yet in vain such heroes fall; O'er this whole land shall wave again. When you shall meet the traitor band And call on God to nerve the blow! List how the drums are beating, Come, rally! ho! come, rally, our hearths and The blood our good sires left us, Though all else were bereft us, Is heritage sufficient to keep from coward's grave. Come, flock around our standard; The beacons blazing brightly upon the hillsides show With hearts for daring plighted, To grapple in the death-grip which hellward hurls a foe. On our unguarded borders Throng hordes of fell marauders; And our old flag base miscreants insultingly would Still Stars and Stripes are streaming, And patriot thrills are stirring as it flutters in the breeze. Our country now would prove us, While floats our flag above us, Hail-stones and coals of fire! And now the rebel pomp! To prayer! Yonder rides death! Hot comes their breath! As through the midnight forest tears So, Reapers, tear your way 119 -Portland (Me.) Transcript. NUMBER ONE. BY H. D. SEDGWICK. Undaunted we'll give battle, nor drop the blade or My merry men! brand, Till all in place and station Are loyal to the nation; Till enemies and traitors are driven from the land. Leave shuttle, quit the harrow, Leave mills and shops untended, Come, old, from the desk and study; Our vows to each now plighting, In life and death uniting, For Union we inherited-God-given at our birth. BATTLE ANTHEM. BY JOHN NEAL. Up, Christian warrior, up! I hear Sounding the charge! And now I hear the heavy tramp A slowly-gathering host, Our great blue sky is overcast; "I have flung to the Night my pirate flag; As the reddening sea you rove, In the land of slaves I am Number One! At the welcome sound of the Robber's cheer, Hear them scream with joy, to think I will be Number One!" He has filched and rigged a snake-like bark; All things good and strong it shuns. Sets his teeth and sharpens his sting, Ere he plunge his beak in the life-blood's spring. "Ho! Ho! Cheerily ho!" The Pirates cry, "Merrily, so To our weltering feast of blood we go. "What ho! What ho! A sail on the lee ! Mind you your helm, my helmsman stout; About with the ship, sail her fast and free. About with the ship! About! about! Nearer, now! nearer! the chase appears! "Ship ahoy! Ship ahoy! We'll have her this tack; She'll save us a lingering chase! Ship ahoy! Yankee Dogs! Be a trifle less slack; We've a fight instead of a race! Curse the impudent Yankees! For quarter and grace Ah! Sooth said the Pirate! The answer came It came in a sheet of glancing flame! In an iron sleet of deadly aim! And with sheet and sleet, shot the burning shame To his craven breast, to learn too late From the Yankee's arm, and the voice of Fate, The truth which now he learns too well: That plot it long, and moil in the dark, And cover it over with letters of marque, Murder is still a dangerous game! Begin it, and two can play at the same. At this dark game, the rovers' luck Was little to score, and less their pluck. For the felon blows to strike they meant, When on their errand of greed they went, The Buccaneer flag instead they struck. Those dogs of the Perry who would not run, Have spoiled the Pirate's slaughtering fun; The tale of their prizes they have featly begun. It heads to-day with Number One! It heads with Number One! In the North there frowns a darksome pile- Are their comrades drear in those doleful rooms, And there, with those comrades drear, they think |