They gather they gather! true-hearted and brave!
While star-spangled banners exultingly wave:
He who sits on the stars with his sceptre of might,
Sustaineth the arm which supporteth the right.

The cattle are grazing beneath the green shade,
The ploughshare is left in the unfurrowed glade,
The counting-house merchant, from day-book and
dues,

Is lost in the current of martial reviews;

The veteran warrior doth buckle once more

The falchion which flashed through the battle of yore,

With sons and with grandsons, yes! all for the foe,
To raise the old standard, the rebel lay low.
They gather they gather ! &c.

Then haste to the rescue, ye patriot sons,
Your birthright to prove, as the favorite ones;
Strike, manfully strike, till your country shall be
Entirely redeemed as the home of the free.
Yet Bunker Hill's State, as of old in its zeal,
The foremost responds to our nation's appeal,
While first upon Liberty's altar to mourn
The sons of her pride, by foul treachery torn.
They gather they gather! &c.

They've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair;
No claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there!
He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host,
And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost;
While President Lincoln is valiant and bold,
To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old;
His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew,
Redeeming his kinsinan-our Abra'am will too!

They gather they gather! &c.

Our country is calling; wake, sons of the true!
The storm of Fort Sumter was thundered at you;
Each shell that whizzed there, and each traitorous

Yet pause in your songs, let the banners float low, Half-mast o'er the turf, while a nation's tears flow! As young Zouaves in the soil which he loved make a grave

For their golden-souled leader-young Ellsworth the brave.

When bearing the olive of freedom and peace,
Our Eagle, returning, bids slaughter to cease,
Shall History place on the charter of fame,
First in Death, first in Glory, that young martyr's

name.

"LAURA, LAURA, DON'T SECEDE."

Kiss me, Laura, ere I go,

Arm'd and drill'd, to meet the foe;
Gun in hand, and on my back
A sixteen-pounder-haversack.
I go; my country calls-adieu!
To both, my darling girl, be true;
And come success, come scathe and need,
Laura, Laura, don't secede.

When on the tented field, perhaps,
With rations short, and shorter naps,
We wheel, present, advance, retreat,
Thou'lt have-O heavens !-at thy feet
Some one persuadingly present
Himself and an establishment;
Laura, no such trifler heed;
Though he glitter, don't secede.

Cling unto thy mother, dear;
Let no "Home Guards" come anear,
Dancing gewgaws 'fore thy eyes,
Making light of household ties,
Prating of thy woman's rights,
Gallanting thee about o' nights,
Lest the rose should prove a weed
Basely crimsoned-don't secede.

Good-bye, Laura! No regrets
If from balls and bayonets,

From "broils and battles "-(boils, I mean;
For deadlier is the soup tureen,

When badly seasoned, than the bore
Of the loudest cannon that can roar)—
Safe delivered, swiftly I

Back to ease and thee will fly;
United then, in word and deed,
Laura, dear, we'll both secede.

-Washington Star, Aug. 22

CAMP SONG.

BY CAPT. CHARLES WINTER.

Written on receipt of the intelligence that the Massschusetts soldiers had been fired on in Baltimore, and the dead bodies kicked about the street.

AIR-"Ye Parliaments of England.”

We tell you, traitors of the South,
With all your chivalry too,
That madness whirls your brains about,
And you know not what you do!

You have made a war, unholy;

You'll be sure to rue the day

When you meet the Freemen of the North In battle's stern array!

Go on with all your hellish work, curse all the nation's laws

"WHY THE FORWARD MOVEMENT IS DELATED. "Army officers declare that it is impossible to make a decided forward movement until more wagons have ar rived. By the 15th of July the builders have contracted to furnish 1,000, and it is claimed that to march with a less number is simply out of the question."

Seventy-seven days have elapsed since the nation sprang to arms at its chieftain's call, and yet those immortal geniuses whose sublime military plans we are forbidden to scrutinize are waiting for the wagon. This suggests a new version of the old song:

WAIT FOR THE WAGON.

I.

A hundred thousand Northmen,
In glittering war array,
Shout, "Onward now to Richmond!
We'll brook no more delay;

Why give the traitors time and means
To fortify the way

With stolen guns, in ambuscades?
Oh, answer us, we pray."

CHORUS OF CHIEFTAINS.

You must wait for the wagons,
The real army wagons,
The fat contract wagons,
Bought in the red-tape way.

II.

Now, if for army wagons,
Not for compromise, you wait,
Just ask them of the farmers
Of any Union State.

clause;

Your race will be a short one, but remember on your trip,

That the boys of the Crusader will ne'er the ship."

'give up

We want to see your privateers-why don't you send them out?

We'll treat them very civilly in the waters hereabout;

But be sure and send a good fleet-we'll satisfy your mind

How Yankee sailors always feel for traitors of your

kind.

Can't you send a dashing frigate, that will shine at every dip?

The Crusader's boys are harmless, but they won't "give up the ship."

Oh, do fit out some first-rate craft, so other folks may

see

How much you love Secession, Davis, Twiggs, and

company;

Be sure to roar, to rip and tear, and curse the Stripes and Stars,

And brag about your battery built up of iron bars; But send along your privateers—we'll give the friendly grip,

And, don't forget, the Crusader's boys will ne'er "give up the ship."

We are anxiously awaiting to see your Commodore, And as we get acquainted, he'll think of us the

more;

crew;

-who through a cloud,

Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed.
-Milton's Sonnet to Cromwell

Ho! sons of the Puritan ! sons of the Roundhead!
Leave your fields fallow, and fly to the war!

The foe is advancing, the trumpet hath sounded—
To the rescue of freedom, truth, justice, and law!
Hear His voice bid you on,

Who spake unto Gideon :
"Rend the curtains of Midian,
From Heshbon to Dor!"

line;

They want to see Montgomery, where things are

done up fine.

They'll spread the Stars and Stripes to view as onward forth they trip;

Their vengeance will be terrible-they "don't give up the ship."

"Sons of the Pure-in-heart, never give o'er! Though blood flow in rivers, and death be the guerdon,

All the sharper your swords be-death welcome

the more!

Swear ye to sheathe your swords

Not, till the heathen hordes

On their craven knees breathe the words, 'The Lord's we restore!""

Then on to the battle-shock! and if in anguish,

Gasping, and feeble-pulsed, low on the field, Struck down by the traitor's fell prowess ye languish, In Jehovah behold ye your Refuge and Shield! Or, if, in victory,

Doubts shall come thick to ye,

Trust in Him-He shall speak to ye
The mystery revealed.

Ho! sons of the Puritan ! sons of the Roundhead!
Leave your fields fallow, your ships at the shore!
The foe is advancing-the trumpet hath sounded,
And the jaws of their Moloch are dripping with
gore!

Raise the old pennon's staff!

Let the fierce cannons laugh,

Till the votaries of Ammon's calf
Blaspheme ye no more!

-Boston Transcript, July 3.

COMPROMISE.

Inscribed to the Congress of the United States, assembled in Extra Session, July 4, 1861.

BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR.

Compromise! Who dares to speak it
On the nation's hallowed Day,
When the air with thunder echoes,
And the rocket-lightnings play?
Compromise! while on the dial
Liberty goes ages back-
Scourged, and bound, for our denial,
Firmer to the despot's rack?
Compromise! while angels tremble

As we falter in the race!
Cringe, and flatter, and dissemble—
We! who hold such royal place?
Compromise! It suits the craven!
Has our valor stooped so low?
Have we lost our ancient ardor

Face to face to meet the foe?

Compromise is Treason's ally,

Traitors' refuge, cowards' raid; All the wrongs that Justice suffers Flourish in its deadly shade. Compromise is base undoing

Of the deeds our fathers wrought; They, for Right and Freedom suingWe, disdaining what they bought.

No! By all the Mayflower's peril
On the wild and wintry sea;
By the Pilgrim's prayer ascending,

As he knelt with reverent knee;
By that fairest day of summer,
When the tried, the true, the brave,
Name, and life, and sacred honor,

To the Roll of Freedom gave;

By the tears, the march, the battle, Where the noble, fearless diedWild around the cannon's rattle, Waiting angels at their sideBy our children's golden future,

By our fathers' stainless shield, That which God and heroes left us, We will never, never yield! VOL. II.-POETRY 9

Hear it! ye who sit in council,

We, the People, tell you so! Will you venture "Yes" to whisper, When the millions thunder "No"? Will you sell the nation's birthright, Heritage of toil and pain,

While a cry of shame and vengeance
Rings from Oregon to Maine?

Compromise-then Separation-
Such the order of the two;
Who admits the first temptation,
Has the second's work to do.
Compromise-the sultry silence!
Separation-whirlwind power!
For a moment's baleful quiet,
Will you risk that rending hour?

SIGNING THE VIRGINIA ORDINANCE OF SECESSION. -The hour for signing the ordinance of secession having arrived, the Secretary produced that glorious instrument, elegantly executed, and, spreading it out on the clerk's table, Mr. Janney, the Fresident, descended from his clair, and, with a dignity and firmness worthy of the noblest Roman, affixed his name, and returned to his seat. It was observed that Mr. Janney tried and rejected several pens before he was suited, evincing that he felt he was about to transmit his name to the latest posterity, and of course was desirous of impressing it on the parchment in the best style he could. All the members present came up as they were called by the Secretary, and affixed their names.

Another report of the proceeding says:-In the course of calling the roll, several members who had voted against the ordinance of secession asked leave to say a few words in explanation of the reasons why they were now going to sign that instrument. The argument used by Mr. Armstrong was in effect the same that those who followed used; that is, that though he voted against the ordinance in Convention, he had voted for it at the polls, and would now sign it, because circumstances had transpired, in the action of the Federal Government, and in the overwhelming voice of the people of the State, which made it the duty of every patriot to stand by the State. Mr. Early and Mr. Woods, of Barbour, followed in the same strain in explanation of their course. Timothy Rives prefaced the act of signing the ordinance, by saying, that he had regarded secession as a revolutionary right, and he desired to put the word revolution against his signature. Many