are harmonious and flowing, and always in strict accordance with the laws of versification. If there be any objection to his poetic productions, for I am free to confess I have not the critical ability to detect the existence of any positive one, it may be in his over-exactness and too-sustained artistic consistency. This sometimes imparts an appearance of labored regularity to his verse, which makes us desire the use of the spur rather than the curb to the gait of his muse. But I am falling into a needless criticism of Mr. Janvier's poetry, rather than adhering to my duty of displaying its patriotic fire, heroic eulogy and Christian spirit. This I profess to accomplish by attempting through the medium of my voice a reproduction of that soul-stirring spirit which called forth the language and sentiment of a poem in which is embodied one of the most beautiful tributes that has been paid to the illustrious dead of Gettysburg, that gallant host whose remains repose beneath the soil of their country, but whose memories are embalmed in the hearts of their countrymen.

Gettysburg.

BY FRANCIS DE HAES JANVIER.

THIS poem is prefaced with an extract from the Farewell Address of the Father of our Country.

"The unity of Government, which constitutes you one people, is also dear to you. It is justly so; for it is a main pillar in the edifice of your real independence, the support of your tranquillity at home, your peace abroad; of your safety; of your prosperity; of that very Liberty which you so highly prize.

"But as it is easy to foresee that, from different causes and from different quarters, much pains will be taken,

many artifices employed, to weaken in your minds the conviction of this truth,-as this is the point in your political fortress against which the batteries of internal and external enemies will be most constantly and actively (though often covertly and insidiously) directed, it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national Union to your collective and individual happiness; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and speak of it as the palladium of your political safety and prosperity; watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing whatever may suggest even a suspicion that it can in any event be abandoned; and indignantly frowning upon the first dawning of every attempt to alienate any portion of our country from the rest, or to enfeeble the sacred ties which now link together the various parts.

"GEORGE WASHINGTON."

Two hostile hosts are gather'd here

Two armies rest around;

And yet, no picket guard is near,

No pacing sentinels appear

To watch the camping-ground!

No rattling drum, no screaming fife,
No braying trumpet's breath,

Gives token of impending strife;

There comes no sound of martial life-
It is the camp of Death!

The camp of Death!—The warrior's pride,
The sword, and sash, and plume,
Are here forever laid aside-

Distinction banish'd, rank denied,
And every tent a tomb!

Peace breathes a requiem o'er the past,
When, down this tranquil vale,

In smoke and flame, swept war's wild blast,
While thundering guns peal'd fierce and fast,
Through storms of iron hail!

The battle broke o'er field and grove
Like a resistless flood,

And on through living ramparts clove,
Where Life and Death for mastery strove,
In agony and blood!

The serried squadrons charged and fell
Before devouring fire—

And hissing shot, and blazing shell,
Sent like some blasting bolt from hell,
Heap'd one vast funeral pyre!

And Slaughter strew'd the purple plain
With torture and dismay-

Till strength seem'd weak, and valor vain;
And grim and gasping, mid the slain,
Full many a hero lay!

Then rose, with Victory's joyous tones,
The wailings of Despair-

And mangled flesh, and shatter'd bones,
And oaths and curses, shrieks and groans,
Commingled wildly there!

And who were those that, hand to hand,

Thus closed in deadly strife?

Met patriots here a savage band,

Who swarm'd from some far, barbarous land,

To strike at Freedom's life?

No!-let the infernal vaults below,

Resound with fiendish glee

A brother was each patriot's foe;
Fraternal hands struck every blow
At bleeding Liberty!

Degenerate sons of sires whose names
Undying fame shall own-
Who, in the Revolution's flames,
From fusing fetters, forged the frames
Of Freedom's lofty throne!

Degenerate sons, who, scorn'd and bann'd,
Eternal shame shall know-
Who, recreant to their native land,
Lured by Ambition, madly plann'd
Their country's overthrow!

And here, upon this bloody ground,
To Freedom consecrate-

The traitorous host advancing, found,
As mark'd henceforth, in many a mound,
The traitor's righteous fate!

So when at first, in Heaven above,
Foul perfidy was known-
When vile Ambition tainted love,

And impious treason rashly strove
Against the Eternal Throne-

Before Omnipotence, dispersed,
The rebel armies fell,

Their dazzling dreams of power reversed,
Dismay'd, defeated, crush'd, and cursed,
And headlong hurl'd to hell!

So perish all our country's foes!-
So
ever, frustrate be

The desperate designs of those

Who, in our destiny, oppose

God and Humanity!

Two hostile hosts are gather'd here;
Yet, but one banner waves—
Its starry folds, now doubly dear,
Unfurl'd by Victory, appear
Above ten thousand graves!

Two hostile hosts-but never-more
To meet in mortal strife;
Defiance and defeat are o'er,

Nor love, nor hate, can now restore
One prostrate form to life!

Ten thousand graves-so, far and wide,
Before War's withering breath,
Fall friends and foes, on every side-
So rolls, through ruin, glory's tide,
Down to the wastes of Death!

Yet here, where many a patriot fought,
And many a martyr bled,

Shall Memory dwell—and painful thought
Will often turn, with pity fraught,
To treason's nameless dead!

But every patriot's dust will claim
Affection's tenderest tears-

And, blazon'd on the scroll of Fame,
Shall shine each martyr'd soldier's name
Through Time's remotest years!

And still, upon this sacred sod,
The children of the Free,

Who follow where our fathers trod,

Shall learn to trust our fathers' God-
The God of Liberty!