be that I, who now address you, will lay my bones beneath some southern soil; it may be that these, my children, for whom I would lay down my life, not one of them will ever return; but, should that be our fate, it will be, at best, a glorious one. We ask only that, if it be our lot to fall in the cause of liberty and justice, it may be remembered by you all, that for liberty we fought and for liberty we fell; and that our eagle shall be returned to you, and that upon the walls of your beautiful hall, where many an ancient Roman relic hangs, you may place this cagle, and when some visitor shall look upon it all grimed with smoke and blood, not blood of Gaul or Allobrogian, but of our own citizens who fought and bled for freedom, and ask its history, some future master of the school may say, "In the year 1861 a son of the great expounder of the Constitution went forth to fight the battles of his country, and, under his command, went a company representing the Latin school. They fought, triumphed, and died, and that cagle is their standard." At the close of these speeches, which were loudly applauded, the pupils spent some time in viewing the fort and witnessing the dress parade, after which they returned to the wharf, escorted by their adopted company. Through the kindnoss of the proprietors of the boat, whose gentlemanly and obliging manner during the whole excursion was beyond all praise, the pupils had an opportunity to stop a short time at Fort Independence, and reached home early in the evening, having, in this public manner, sealed their connection with what they are hereafter to know as the Latin School Company, commanded by a captain who took his early lessons in drilling, of the accomplished and efficient master of the school, Francis Gardner.— Boston Daily Advertiser, July 13. THE ACCEPTED MITE.-Not long since, at the close of an enthusiastic meeting for army contributions, held in New York, two ladies approached the secretary's desk and deposited upon it an unpretentious parcel. As they passed out, a curious hand unrolled the package and revealed a large number of old linen pocket-handkerchiefs, inscribed with the names of Phebe and Alice Cary.-N. Y. Evening Post. 66 LET US ALONE." BY WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH. "And in the synagogue there was a man, which had a spirit of an unclean devil, and cried out with a loud voice, "Saying, Let us alone; what have we to do with thee, thou Jesus of Nazareth? art thou come to destroy us?"Luke iv. 33, 34. "And when he was come to the other side into the country of the Gergesenes, there met him two possessed with devila, coming out of the tombs, exceeding fierce, so that no man might come by that way. "And behold, they cried out, saying, What have we to do with thee, Jesus, thou So of God? art thou come hither to torment us before the time?"-Matthew viii. 28, 29. ?" "All that we ask, is to be let alone."-JEFF. DAVIS. "LET US ALONE!" the unclean spirits cried"Why com'st thou to torment us ere the time? "Let us alone!" still adding crime to crime, Shrieks the arch-traitor and Liberticide, Who, drunk with hate, his country hath defied, And, with confederate thieves, would drag her down From the high places of her old renown, And, with her ruin, sate his devilish pride. While good men shudder at the wretch forsworn, Whose perjuries mock the vengeance of the Lord; While Justice lives, and God maintains his throne, The devils are "cast out "-not “let alone." ONE OF FLOYD'S PERFORMANCES.-It will be remembered that Floyd, during his unimpeded career of larceny and treason, found a number of the heaviest guns belonging to the United States which could not be readily shipped to the South, nor put into any other position where they would be unlikely to do that section injury, and that as a last resort he condemned and sold them as old iron. A Patterson, (N. J.) firm bought a number of them for twenty dollars per ton. Upon coming to inspect them, they were found worth, as unmanufactured iron alone, three times the price paid for them. Their hardness was such that it was found impossible to break them up for the furnace by the ordinary means, and a few of then were finally wrenched to pieces in a lathe. The remainder were re-purchased for Government yesterday by a commission from the War Department, and found to be sound in every particular.-N. Y. Evening Post, June 20. May 31.-A strange spectacle was witnessed on the Illinois River a few days ago. In tow of the Resolute, going North, was a barge on which reposed a two-story frame house. This house is the property of a man who lived in it in St. Louis. Becoming alarmed at the late commotion, he had his house moved as stated, and taken to a free State. His family went along with him. While going up the river, the man's dog sat in the door, the cat reclined lazily at a window, and the good wife carried on the household work as usual.-N. Y. Commercial, June 3. WAR SONG. DEDICATED TO THE MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENTS. BY W. W. STORY.* Up with the Flag of the Stripes and the Stars! For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Down with the foe to the land and the laws! God shall be with us to strengthen our cause, March, march, march, march! For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Flag of the Free! under thee we will fight, *To the Editor of the N. Y. Tribune. SIR: Will you give a place in your columns to this song! As I am too far away to shoulder a musket, let me at least send my voice over the water with a cheer for Liberty and the North. W. W. STORY. Rome, June 1, 1861. t Give us thy blessing, as brave and as bold, Standing like one, as our ancestors stood We march, march, march, march! Conquer or fall! Hark to the call: Justice and Freedom for one and for all! Chain of the slave we have suffered so longStriving together, thy links we will break! Hark! for God hears us, as echoes our song, Sounding the cry to make Tyranny quake: March, march, march, march! Conquer or fall! Rouse to the call Justice and Freedom for one and for all! Workmen, arise! There is work for us now; Ours the red ledger for bayonet pen; Sword be our hammer, and cannon our plough; Liberty's loom must be driven by men. March, march, march, march! Freemen, we fight! roused in our might, For Justice and Freedom, for God and the THE SOLDIER'S LAST WORD. BY PARK BENJAMIN. He lay upon the battle-field, In broken accents, one fond word. "Mother!" was all the soldier said, As, freshly from his wounded side, The hot blood flowed and bore away His life upon its crimson tide. Bravest among the brave he rushed, Without a throb or thought of fear, And loudest 'mid the tumult pealed, In clarion tones, his charging cheer: On to the battle! comrades, on! Strike for the Union! strike for fame! Alas! what courage can advance Though clad, like ancient knights, in mail? He sunk beneath the waves of strife, Foremost upon the battle-field, And first among the early slain. Dying, he turned him from the flag, Whose Stars and Stripes still onward waved; Dying, he thought no more of fame, Of victory won or country saved. No! for his home and her he loved His sad departing spirit sighed ; "Mother!" the soldier fondly said, And, looking towards the North, he died. THE ORDER OF THE DAY. BY G. FORRESTER BARSTOW. The morning light is breaking, the darkness disappears; Away with idle sorrow, away with idler fears! We are marching to the South, where we'll find or force a way, For Onward! Right Onward! is the Order of the Day. Our country's flag is o'er us, and can traitors stand before us, While the Stars and Stripes are gleaming in summer's golden ray? No! we'll bear that banner proudly, where the cannon thunders loudly, We'll bear it on in triumph through the thickest of the fray. The bugle's note is sounding the summons to the fight, A gallant leader guides us, and God defends the right: We go to fight for Freedom, for the Union, for the Laws, Shame to the coward come, Death be the traitor's doom, Perish his name! True be their hearts who rear Deathless their fame! Run up the Stripes and Stars Victor through all; For it, on battle-field, Their sons the sword will wield! Never that flag will yield, Though we may fall! THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. The Star-Spangled Banner that blows broad and brave, O'er the home of the free, o'er the hut of the slaveWhose stars in the face of no foe e'er waxed pale, And whose stripes are for those that the stars dare assail Whose folds every year broader and broader have grown, Till they shadow both arctic and tropical zone, That banner whose infantile bunting can boast, Which at Boston saw Freedom's stout struggle begun, For our fathers in rebel defiance it spread, Can it be there are parricide hands that would tear Alas! while its woof Freedom wove in her loom, room, And, seizing the shuttle that Freedom had left, How the Fiend laughed and leaped, as the swift shuttle flew, With its blood-rotted threads, the fair weft running through; "Now cut out your web-it is broad, it is long'Twixt Fiend's work and Freedom's, let's hope it is strong." And now that the blood-rotted warp is worn bare, The flag it is fraying, the flag it may tear; For the Fiend cheers on those who to rend it essay, And the work he's had hand in is apt to give way. Now Heaven guide the issue! May Freedom's white hands, Ere too late, from the flag pluck those blood-rotted strands, And to battle and breeze fling the banner in proof That 'tis all her own fabric, in warp as in woof. VOL. II.-POETRY 5 BY DAVID PAUL BROWN. The flag you boast is Nature's gift, You bear displayed upon your face, Your fair complexion is the White, A patriot, thus by nature framed, And, nurtured by the smiles of Heav'n, But should your bright complexion fade, Still far beyond all outward show, The patriot heart is ever there, OUR FLAG. BY WILLIAM J. ROLFE. AIR-"Suoni la tromba." Hail to the flag of Stripes and Stars That floats in beauty o'er us! Ye sons and daughters of the free, Ring out the joyful chorus! The ties that bind us State to State Foul treason shall not sever; That starry flag shall proudly wave O'er all the land forever! Hail to the flag, &c. New stars shall cluster on its folds, No traitor hand shall banish! Then hail, all hail the Stripes and Stars, Ye sons and daughters of the free, HEAR US, FATHER! SAVE OUR LAND. A NATIONAL HYMN. BY ELIZABETH T. PORTER BEACH. Hear us, Father! Save our land! Give us the victory, Lord, we pray! God! our Fathers! and our Land! Sainted martyrs brave of old, For our God! in whom we trust. God! our Fathers, and our Land! NEW YORK, June 5, 1861. Weaponed well, to war we ride : Of the glittering lance, Are the taper-lights of the battle-dance. In the dance of death, Wins, nor wears, nor wants the wreath. Weaponed well, to war we ride Our swords are keen, our cause is tried; We feel no dread; The battle-bed, Hurrah! for the flag that our forefathers bore, Then rally, boys, rally! from mountain and valley, And see if the people love liberty, see! That we tremblingly pale in the face of the foe! And see if the people love liberty, see! The Union! we swear to preserve it entire, And see if the people love liberty, see! Let the heart of the Nation rejoice in its might, hand That blots out one star from the flag of our land. Then rally, boys, rally! from mountain and valley, Speak death to the traitor, and hope to the free; Shake out the old banner, with shout and hosannah, And see if the people love liberty, see! -New Haven (Conn.) Palladium. TO THE UNITED STATES. BY MAYNE REID. O, land of my longings, beyond the Atlantic, What horrible dream has disturbed thy repose? What demon hath driven thy citizens frantic A grief to their friends, and a joy to thy foes? Is it true they are arming to kill one another? Is it true the star banner, so dear to the sight Side by side with thy sons, as they charged on the foe? I would not-I will not-I cannot believe it! What has caused thee to course on so vile a career- Thou art false, foolish man, to Liberty's cause— Pray, dost thou forget that rebellion's sad end, For the spirit of Him, like the pillar of light, And put thy hordes to the sword, or to flight. Let the flag of our country float proudly on high, Or the children of men will have reason to grieve it, Till not a cloud of secession be seen on our sky— And the tyrants of men will exultingly laugh. Aye, sure would the priests and princes of earth Greet the fall of thy flag with a joyous "hurrah!" Even now scarce suppressing demoniac mirth, They would hail thy decadence with a fiendish "ha, ha!" And he who would help them to win their foul game, Whether Northern or Southern-no matter which claims him Be a brand on his brow, and a blight on his fame, And scorn on the lips of the humblest who names him! Be palsied the arm that draws sword fratricidal! May the steel of the traitor be broken in two! May his maiden betrothed, on the morn of his bridal, Prove as faithless to him as he has been to you! United, no power 'neath heaven can shake thee No purple-robed despot e'er smile on thy shameAsunder, like reeds, they will bruise thee and break thee, And waste thee as flax in the pitiless flame. Woe, woe, to the world, if this fatal division O brothers, avoid, then, the fearful collision, THE TREASON OF DAVIS. BY THOMAS FITNAM. Let the flag of our country float proudly on high, Let the wayward and wicked plot on with their schemes To destroy this great country of ours; Oh, Davis, Jeff. Davis, why covet the doom Why pall the bright spots of thy past life in gloom, For the fame of the fool or the knave? Till not a foe to our Union be found. -Washington Morning Chronicle. SONG OF THE STARS AND STRIPES. BY REV. E. H. SEARS. We see the gallant streamer yet Last on our gaze when outward bound To waft our welcome home! Beneath thy shade we've toiled in peace, Beneath the Stars and Stripes we'll keep, Close up close up the broken line, Ho! brothers of the "Border States!" And pledge our faith and honor now, We'll keep the memories bright and green We'll strike the traitor hand that's raised * Mr. Davis, in company with some gentlemen, who were drinking in the restaurant beneath the Senate cham her, during the first session of the last Congress, used the following language: "Gentlemen, there is no future for me in this Union," |