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to his fate. Mr. Pryor left Fort Sumter "a wiser, | Democratic party pledged to rebellion, and only if not a better man."-N. Y. Tribune, April 19.

"WHEN the State of Maine arrived at Fort Monroe with the Massachusetts troops, the Virginian residents around the fort, who were all Secessionists, were very much surprised, enraged and mortified. They collected around the captain of the steamer, who is as cool and intrepid a specimen of a Yankee as New England contains, and told him significantly, that the troops would never go back to Massachusetts. He replied that that was the last thing they thought of; that the country was so fine they intended to settle, and send for their friends, and he was going to New York to get another load. Another set, belonging to an armed schooner, engaged in enforcing the local laws of Virginia, insolently claimed the right of searching the State of Maine for negroes. The captain told them they should not go aboard to take out anybody, black or white. They replied that, by the laws of Virginia they had the right of search. He retorted that they knew nothing about the laws of Virginia, but sailed by the laws and under the flag of the United States. He also assured them, if there were any negroes there who were desirous of a voyage to New York, he should be very happy to accommodate them, and closed the conversation by saying 'You have been preaching all your lives that the Yankees are a pack of misers and cowards, who won't fight; now you'll have a favorable opportunity to test the accuracy of your opinions on that point."-Boston Transcript.

THE people of the North have had good reason to complain of the hoaxing done by the telegraph; but the way in which the people of the South have been humbugged is positively shocking. All over the South, they had, on the morning of the 20th, the resignation of Gen. Scott; his joining Virginia; the defeat of the New York 7th Regiment with an immense loss; capture of Norfolk Navy Yard, and Harper's Ferry Arsenal; the probable resignation of President Lincoln-in fact, the utter discomfiture of the North. The Natchez Free Trader says: "Forthwith our citizens thronged the streets, the bells of all the churches and public buildings rang out a long-continued, merry peal, sky rockets and other fireworks lit up the night, guns were fired, the cannon roared and the people shouted most lustily and harmoniously. A grand mass meeting, gathered in ten minutes' notice, was held at the Court House, which with its surrounding grounds and the adjoining streets, was thronged. Speeches were made by sundry citizens, interrupted by frequent applause and cheering. Natchez never was so grand, nor her people so jubilant. The pen fails to make the record a just one. We are hoarse with shouting and exalted with jubilancy."-N. Y. Tribune, April 23.

MR. GEORGE N. SANDERS, who is now in Montgomery, telegraphs from there yesterday, that "in order to prevent anarchy and war the Democrats at the north should at once rebel and accept the constitution of the Confederate States." How the rebellion of a political minority against the lawful government can prevent anarchy and war is somewhat difficult to conceive. But what means this well known Democrat by the term "should at once rebel"? Is it only a matter of time? Is the

waits the occasion? Who will explain.-Commercial Advertiser, April 11.

WHEN the Massachusetts agent sent to Mr. Stetson for his bill against that State, he received the following reply:

ASTOR HOUSE, NEW YORK, April 27, 1861. Gov. ANDREW, Massachusetts. DEAR SIR:-The Astor House has no charge for feeding Massachusetts troops. Yours, respectfully,

STETSON & Co. -Tribune.

THE Mobile Mercury says that the South Carolinians "will have to learn to be a little more conforming to the opinions of others, before they can expect to associate comfortably with even the cotton States, under a federative government." It is pleasing to see that Alabama is so rapidly getting acquainted with her Palmetto sister.-Prov. Jour.

J. C. WRIGHT of Oswego, from Washington, says that General Scott remarked to a group of gentlemen, who pointed to him the report about his resig nation :-" He could more easily believe that they would trample the American flag in the dust than he be suspected of resignation at this hour of trial. No, sirs! please God, I will fight for many years yet for this Union, and that, too, under the protecting folds of the star spangled banner."-Exeter News Letter, May 6.

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THE GREAT BELL ROLAND.

SUGGESTED BY THE PRESIDENT'S CALL FOR

VOLUNTEERS.

[Motley relates that the famous bell Roland of Ghent was an object of great affection to the people, because it always rang to arm them when liberty was in danger.]

BY THEODORE TILTON.

I.

Toll! Roland, toll!
-High in St. Bavon's tower,
At midnight hour,

The great bell Roland spoke, And all who slept in Ghent awoke. -What meant its iron stroke? Why caught each man his blade? Why the hot haste he made? Why echoed every street

With tramp of thronging feet

All flying to the city's wall?

It was the call

Known well to all,

That Freedom stood in peril of some foe: And even timid hearts grew bold

Whenever Roland tolled,

And every hand a sword could hold;-
For men

Were patriots then,

Three hundred years ago!

II.

Toll! Roland, toll!

Bell never yet was hung,

Between whose lips there swung

So true and brave a tongue!

-If men be patriots still,

At thy first sound
True hearts will bound,
Great souls will thrill-

Then toll! and wake the test
In each man's breast,
And let him stand confess'd!

III..

Toll! Roland, toll!

-Not in St. Bavon's tower

At midnight hour

Nor by the Scheldt, nor far-off Zuyder Zee; But here this side the sea!

And here in broad, bright day!

Toll! Roland, toll!

For not by night awaits

A brave foe at the gates,

But Treason stalks abroad-inside!-at noon!
Toll! Thy alarm is not too soon!

To Arms! Ring out the Leader's call!
Re-echo it from East to West,

Till every dauntless breast

Swell beneath plume and crest!
Toll! Roland, toll!

Till swords from scabbards leap!
Toll! Roland, toll!

-What tears can widows weep
Less bitter than when brave men fall?
Toll! Roland, toll!

Till cottager from cottage-wall

Snatch pouch and powder-horn and gun-
The heritage of sire to son,

Ere half of Freedom's work was done!
Toll! Roland, toll!

Till son, in memory of his sire,

Once more shall load and fire!
Toll! Roland, toll!

Till volunteers find out the art
Of aiming at a traitor's heart!

IV.

Toll! Roland, toll!

-St. Bavon's stately tower
Stands to this hour,-

And by its side stands Freedom yet in Ghent;
For when the bells now ring,

Men shout, "God save the King!"
Until the air is rent!
-Ameu!-So let it be ;

For a true king is he
Who keeps his people free.
Toll! Roland, toll!
This side the sea!
No longer they, but we,
Have now such need of thee!
Toll! Roland, toll!

And let thy iron throat

Ring out its warning note,

Till Freedom's perils be outbraved,
And Freedom's flag, wherever waved,
Shall overshadow none enslaved!
Toll! till from either ocean's strand,
Brave men shall clasp each other's hand,
And shout, "God save our native land!"
-And love the land which God hath saved!
Toll! Roland, toll!

-The Independent, April 18.

THE SENTINEL OF THE SEVENTY-FIRST.

BY J. B. BACON.

In the midnight zenith gleam the stars.
Swift as their rays my soul speeds on,
Leaping the streams and the forest bars,
On to the heights of Washington.
There on the star-lit camp-guard's round,
Footfalls I hear of a sentinel,

Steps that I love, and the welcome sound
Of a voice I know-it cries, "All's well!"

"Well!" for our land and our starry flag;

"Well!" for the rights and the hopes of man, Echoes from plain and from mountain crag, "Well! all's well!" from the army's van. Sons of our homes! while the smiles ye love Prayerfully float round your banners of war, Look, 'mid the gleam of your bayonets, above! GOD holds the guerdon of Victory's star! -N. Y. Tribune, May 3.

WORK TO DO.

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Rent are the bonds of gain and greed, Once coiled around our common life: Hushed are the hate of party strife, And jealousies of race and creed.

We see the light the prophets saw,

In eyes of age and eyes of youthThe sacred flame of trust and truth, Of justice, liberty, and law.

In furrowed fields, in city walls,

Forgot are lust, and sloth and fear; One voice alone-one voice we hearOur Country to her children calls.

Lord God of Hosts, to whom we pray
In all times, favored or forlorn,
We thank thy name that thus is born
A nation in a single day!

In faith to Thee our fathers fought;
In faith to Thee we arm to-day,
And hopeful guard, with stern array,
The commonweal Thy hand hath wrought.

"O, brothers! blest by partial fate

With power to match the will and deed," This is the hour of sorest need; Go forward ere it be too late!

W. W. HOWE.

Would you rend our country's breast in twain ?
It lies bare to the mortal blow,

But the sword that could drink her holy vein
Should be that of a foreign foe.
Not of her children, cradled free,
Not of her home-born; never be
Such written page of History!

Peace, brothers, peace!

Would ye part the river which north and south
Rolls grandly its career?

Sounds not a tone from its mighty mouth
Teaching us, far and near,

That the North and the South, like it, must be
One power, one home, one unity;
One time and one eternity?

Peace, brothers, peace!

Brothers, beware; the storm is high-
Our ship of state strains heavily-

And her flag, whose spangles have lit the sky,
Is fluttering-tattered and torn to be.
God of our Father Washington,

Our trust is in Thy arm alone;
Count Thou her stars, keep every one!
Peace, brothers, peace!

LONDON, January 4, 1861.

-National Intelligencer, Feb. &

-N. Y. Tribune.

AN APPEAL FOR THE COUNTRY.

BY MRS. ELLEN KEY BLUNT.

[The following patriotic and impressive lines were written by Mrs. BLUNT, in London, on the 4th of January, after she had complied with the President's recommendation to observe it as a day of humiliation and prayer. The time, the circumstances under which they were written, and the character and associations of the writer, all combine to give a solemn interest to the appeal.]

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will towards man."

From lake to gulf, from sea to sea

We have knelt in one solemn Fast, That God may heal our country's strife, Forgiving us all the past.

Hear we no voice as we listening stand? Comes there no touch on the angry hand? Thrills not one heart-throb through the land? Peace, brothers, peace!

Oh, by our homes so bright and fair, Where the Christmas garlands wave! Oh, by our loved ones nestling there

By each cradle, by each grave! By the church bells ringing in the air, By the praying of our common prayer; By the Bible on which our people swear! Peace, brothers, peace!

"LIBERTY AND UNION, ONE AND INSEPARABLE."

There floats our glorious ensign,
There still our eagles fly!
And lives the coward heart or hand
Dare pluck them from the sky?

Dare raise the parricidal arm

With impious grasp to seize,
And tear from out the firmament
The glory of the breeze?

The curse of Cain on him who wields
The brand of civil war,
Or blots from that proud galaxy,
One single gleaming star.

Still floats our glorious ensign,
And still our eagles soar,
Yet weeping eyes now fear to, gaze
And see them fly no more.

Oh! brethren in the Union strong,
Bethink ye of the day

When our sires, beneath that banner,
Rushed eager to the fray;

When first its glories were unfurled
O'er Freedom's sacred ground,
And thirteen States confederate stood,
In loyal union bound.

Its stripes were dyed at Monmouth;
In Brandywine's red strea;
On Saratoga's trampled plain;
By Lexington's sad green.

Its stars shone out o'er Bunker's height;
Fort Moultrie saw them gleam;
And high o'er Yorktown's humble camp
They flashed in dazzling sheen.

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