Now deadlier, denser grows the strife,

And here we yield and there we gain; The air with hurtling missiles rife, Volley for volley, life for life

No time to heed the cries of pain! Panting as up the hills we charge,

Or down them as we broken roll; Life never felt so high, so large; And never o'er so wide a marge,

In triumph swept the kindling soul!

New raptures waken in the breast

Amid this hell of scene and sound;

The barking batteries never rest,
And broken foot, by horsemen pressed.
Still stubbornly contest their ground.
Fresh waves of battle rolling in

To take the place of shattered waves;
Torn lines that grow more bent and thin-
A blinding crowd, a maddening din-
'Twas thus were filled these very graves!

Night falls at length with pitying veil-
A moonlit silence deep and fresh;
These upturned faces, stained and pale,
Vainly the chill night dews assail-

Far colder than the dews their flesh!
And flickering far through brush and wood
Go searching parties, torch in hand-
"Seize if you can some rest and food,

At dawn the fight will be renewed;

Sleep on your arms!" the hushed command.

They talk in whispers as they lie

In line these rough and weary men; "Dead or but wounded?" then a sigh; "No coffee either!" "Guess we'll try To get those two guns back again."

CORNER-

"We five flags to their one! oho!"

"That bridge-'twas hot there as we passed!"

"The colonel dead! It can't be so;

Wounded and badly-that I know;

But he kept saddle to the last."

"Be sure to send it if I fall—”

"Any tobacco? Bill, have you?" "A brown-haired, blue-eyed, laughing doll-" "Good-night, boys, and God keep you all!"

"What! sound asleep? Guess I'll sleep too." "Yes, just about this hour they pray

For Dad." "Stop talking! pass the word!” And soon as quiet as the clay,

Which thousands will but be next day,

The long-drawn sighs of sleep are heard.

Oh, men to whom this sketch, though rude,

Calls back some scene of pain and pride:
Oh, widow! hugging close your brood;
Oh, wife with happiness renewed,
Since he again is at your side;
This trophy that to-day we raise,
Should be a monument for all;
And on its sides no niggard phrase

Confine a generous Nation's praise

To those who here have chanced to fall.

But let us all to-day combine

Still other monuments to raise ;
Here for the dead we build a shrine;
And now to those who, crippled, pine,
Let us give hope of happier days :—
Let homes for these sad wrecks of war,
Through all the land with speed arise;
Tongues cry from every gaping scar,
Let not our brother's tomb debar

The wounded living from your eyes."

A noble day, a deed as good;

A noble scene in which 'tis done; The Birthday of our Nationhood: And here again the Nation stood

On this same day-its life rewon!

A bloom of banners in the air,

A double calm of sky and soul;

Triumphal chant and bugle blare,

And green fields, spreading bright and fair, While heavenward our hosannas roll.

Hosannas for a land redeemed,

The bayonet sheathed, the cannon dumb; Passed, as some horror we have dreamed, The fiery meteors that here streamed,

Threatening within our homes to come! Again our banner floats abroad,

Gone the one stain that on it fellAnd, bettered by His chastening rod, With streaming eyes uplift to God, We say, " HE DOETH ALL THINGS WELL."

HYMN

TO THE MEMORY OF OUR FALLEN HEROES AT THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG, PENNSYLVANIA.

(Sung by the National Union Musical Association of Baltimore.)

HARK! a nation's sighs ascend;
Hark! a thousand voices blend;
From your thrones of glory bend,
Sons of liberty.

From each dark empurpled field,
Where
your blood the Union sealed,
Spirit-tongues to-day have pealed
The soldier's requiem.

Where the smoke of battle curled,

Where the bolt of death was hurled,

Ye our starry flag unfurled,

Floating o'er the free.

In the dark and trying hour,
Putting forth your steady power,
Caused the Rebel hordes to cower,
Just two years ago.

Flashing sword and burning word,

Southrons felt and Southrons heard

Plumed our country's banner-bird,

Just two years ago.

Martyred sons of trying days,

While the world resounds your praise,

Hear the songs your children raise,

Sons of liberty.

REMARKS OF HIS EXCELLENCY A. G. CURTIN,

GOVERNOR OF PENNSYLVANIA.

THE programme for the exercises of the occasion having been fulfilled, calls were made by all the people present for Governor Curtin, who spoke in substance as follows:

Having learned last week that my name occurred on the programme for the ceremonies of this occasion, I immediately asked that it should be omitted. There did not seem to be time for such preparation as would be proper for a ceremonial like this. I am deeply grateful for your hearty and enthusiastic request that I should be heard, and I will draw upon the inspirations of the time and the place, the connection between the event and this Sabbath day of American Freedom, and the hallowed precincts within which we all stand.

It would seem to be proper for me to express the thanks of the people of Pennsylvania to the citizens of the United States, who join with us to-day, and who have hitherto contributed their influence and means to the erection of this place of sepulture for the remains of those who perished in the great battles of Gettysburg, and who this day surround the foundation-stone of a monument to their memory. We thank the citizens of the eighteen States who have given valuable and voluntary service, as trustees of the association, representing their respective States. We thank the people who have come up here in multitudes to participate in these solemnities. We thank that patriotic and benevolent brotherhood, so well represented here to-day by its chiefs, for their ancient rites and ceremonies, for their words of fraternity and love, contributed and pronounced upon the corner-stone of this structure, which is to be the Monument of the devotion and fidelity to country of their brothers and ours. And we are fortunate in having here with us, my fellow-citizens, the great chief who commanded the historic Army of the Potomac, on the signal day which made his fame and that of his Army, forever illustrious in the annals of American history; and we express with one voice our thanks to him and his brave companions, so many of whom remain to surround him here, and honor us with their presence. But more than all, my fellow-citizens, let us all unite in our expressions of gratitude to the sublime heroism and unselfish patriotism of the private soldiers of the Republic; for to them, above all others, we owe the safety of our free Government, and the return of the blessings of peace and tranquility to our distressed country. I could not but feel the unselfishness of the words of the chosen orator of the day; and the armless sleeve of the maimed General, seemed of itself