Their slave-code, (and Covode,)
Caused the "Softs" to quake;
The "Little Giant," now defiant,
No slave-code would take.

Oh! alas! beef is scarce!

To the North they go :
See once more, at Baltimore,
Our united foe!

But the People met en masse,
In the boundless West;
Of Freedom's sons a noble class!
Some loved Seward best;

Chase, McLean, and Bates, I ween,

Are worthy such a call;

"Old honest Abe's" the People's choice, And we'll roll on the ball.

Hi! Lincoln! ho! Lincoln !

President shall be ;

One and all, roll on the ball,
For the People's nominee.

No missile sent, with ill intent,

Across the Ohio River;

The South's dark crime, in God's own time, She'll wipe away forever.

Yet here we stand, proud Freedom's band, No compromise with wrong;

For truth and right we'll bravely fight,

Be this our battle-song

Hi! Lincoln ! brave Lincoln !

President shall be ;

We'll one and all vote this Fall

For the People's nominee.

FLAG OF THE BRAVE.

REPUBLICANS, list to the shouting
.Of armies of freemen afar;

They come from each valley and mountain,
To gather their ranks for the war;
That shout is the watch-word of freemen,
Their banner is borne by the brave;
On its folds behold Lincoln and Hamlin,
The Union-they're able to save.

Huzza, then, for Lincoln and Hamlin,
Let the Banner of Liberty wave;
With Lincoln and Hamlin, our bosoms
Will beat to the march of the brave.

Come North and come South all together,
If shoulder to shoulder we stand,
The Flag of our Country forever

Will wave o'er our prosperous land;
No foreign aggressor can fright us,
Our colors still proudly shall wave ;
With Lincoln and Hamlin to lead us,

We'll stand by the Flag of the Brave.
Huzza, then, etc.

Away, then, ye carpers and croakers,

Away with your snarling and spite;
The bright sun of Freedom is rising,
Illuming political night.

In the East see its radiance glowing
And gilding the earth with its rays;
See Falsehood and Ignorance flying
Like owls from its glorious blaze.

Huzza, then, etc.

COME ON!

BY GEO. 8. BURLEIGH.

Ho! hearts of Freemen, true and brave,
With honest ardor beating,

A nation, robbed by every knave,
Calls on us now to help and save-
To snatch her glory from its grave,
And looks for no retreating;

March to the music, boys!

Freedom forever!

Victory waits for our

Earnest endeavor!

The day of final doom has come
To Slavery's dark aggression,
And gathering like a whirlwind's hum,
A People's voice for trump and drum,
We'll charge the swooping Dragon home,
The red fiend of Oppression!
March! etc.

Free hands shall till that virgin soil-
The sunset's blooming neighbor;
And there, where simple freemen toil,
Beyond the slave-mart's bloody moil,
No chain shall clank, nor whip shall coil,
On limbs of honest labor!

March! etc.

Avaunt the coward's cringing plea,
The dread of "Dissolution ;"

Our free soil ever shall be free,

And threatful braggarts soon may see
Their Treason's Harvest-Home shall be
To reap their own confusion!
March! etc.

Then rally. rally! True and Brave,
Come on for God and Freedom!
Before eternal justice wave,

From heaven the crime-avenging glaive,
And Ruin howl above our grave

As over ancient Edom!

March to the music, boys,

Freedom forever!

Victory waits for our

Earnest endeavor!

ABE OF ILLINOIS.

FROM many a freeman's home and hearth
There comes a shout of joy,
(Who loves a soul of genuine worth,)
For Abe, of Illinois.

No servile politician he

"True gold, without alloy;"

Unanimous our vote will be

For Abe, of Illinois.

No! not for party-not for spoil

Will he his gift* employ,

But for his country's good will toil,

"Old Abe," of Illinois.

The highest gift of the Nation-the office of President.

Our hero once was short of pence,

An humble farmer's boy,

We know he'll teach us how to "Fence-" "Old Abe," of Illinois.

To fence the Union all around

He'll work-he will not toy;
The cause is earnest and profound,
For Abe, of Illinois.

OUR COUNTRY'S CALL.
Tune-"Hail, Columbia."

AWAKE! ye sons of freedom, rise
Can ye not hear your country's cries?
Were ye but told that foes invade,
That rifles flash and deadly blade
Seek to destroy her glorious peace,
How swift your arms to bring release!

Strengthen your arms! lest dangers come
More fearful than the victim's doom;
Lest faction riot through our land,
Lest brother, slain by brother's hand,
Calls loud to Heaven for vengeance on
This happiest nation 'neath the sun.

Shall this, our land so gifted, be
Cramped by a section's tyranny?

Shall North, or South, or East, or West,
Claim despotism o'er the rest?

Nay, let us now and ever be
Joined in fond equality.