HEAR US, FATHER! SAVE OUR LAND.

A NATIONAL HYMN.

BY ELIZABETHI T. PORTER BEACH.
TUNE-" Hail Columbia."

Hear us, Father! Save our land!
Guide and bless our martial band!
Who bravely stand in Freedom's cause!
Who bravely stand in Freedom's cause!
And with Thine holy arm of might,
Protect Thy children through the fight!

Give us the victory, Lord, we pray!
Conquerors we, in battle fray!
Conquerors in all strife with sin,
That life's conflicts we may win!
CHORUS.-Hark! the pæan of our band!

God! our Fathers! and our Land!
Freedom! Union! Peace! and Love!
Watchwords in the world above.

Sainted martyrs brave of old,
Sainted heroes, sad behold

Madly the foe-an erring band,
Madly the foe, with impious hand!
Invade the shrine, where sacred rest
The blood-earned trophies of the blest!
By our Washington's great name,
By our country's glorious fame!
For our Constitution just!
For our God! in whom we trust.
CHORUS.-Ring the pæan of our band,

God! our Fathers, and our Land!
Freedom! Union! Peace! and Love!
Watchwords in the heaven above!

NEW YORK, June 5, 1861.

Weaponed well, to war we ride:
The ball is open, the hall is wide-
The sabre, as it quits the sheath,
And beams with the lurid light of death,
And the deadly glance

Of the glittering lance,

Are the taper-lights of the battle-dance.
Weaponed well, to war we ride-
Find your foemen on either side,
But woe to those who miss the time,
Where one false step is a deadly crime;
Who loses breath

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;
When the keen edge cuts and the blood runs free,
May we die in the hour of victory!

We feel no dread;

The battle-bed,

Hurrah! for the flag that our forefathers bore,
In storm and in tempest, on sea and on shore!
Hurrah! for the hearts that have ever been true,
In the days that are past, to the Red, White, and
Blue !

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 ho-
sannah,

And see if the people love liberty, see!
What fear we from those who invade without fear,
The rights that all nations and people revere?
Have our arms become weak, and our feet become
slow,

That we tremblingly pale in the face of the foe!
No! 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 ho-
sannah,

And see if the people love liberty, see!

The Union! we swear to preserve it entire,
Baptizing its pillars in blood and in fire,
For the exile and stranger recline in its shade,
And the hopes of a world are engraved on its blade.
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 ho-
sannah,

And see if the people love liberty, see!

Let the heart of the Nation rejoice in its might,
As the banner of stars is unfurled in the fight,
And the lightnings of Heaven blast the traitorous

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?
That sire and son are in hostile array?
That brother is baring his blade against brother-
Each madly preparing the other to slay?

Is it true the star banner, so dear to the sight
Of freemen, may fall by a factionist's blow-
That banner I've borne through the midst of the
fight,

Side by side with thy sons, as they charged on the

foe?

I would not-I will not-I cannot believe it!
Oh! rally around it, and stand by the staff!
Or the children of men will have reason to grieve it,
And the tyrants of men will exultingly laugh.

Aye, sure would the priests and princes of carth
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
Should ever arise in the ranks of the free!

O brothers, avoid, then, the fearful collision,
And millions unborn will sing praises to thee !
LONDON.

THE TREASON OF DAVIS.

BY THOMAS FITNAM.

Let the flag of our country float proudly on high,
And its stars shed their lustre around,

Till not a cloud of secession be seen on our sky-
Till not a foe to our Union be found.

Let the wayward and wicked plot on with their schemes

To destroy this great country of ours;

They'll discover, alas! but too soon that their dreams
Are the whims of a will without powers.

Oh, Davis, Jeff. Davis, why covet the doom
That traitors deserve and receive?

What has caused thee to course on so vile a career-
To abandon the Ark of the brave and the free,
And ship on a craft with no rudder to steer?
'Twas the purpose of making a future for thee.*

Thou art false, foolish man, to Liberty's cause-
To Humanity's hope-to Freedom's intent-
To thy country's chart, equal justice and laws,
And upon their destruction art bent.

Pray, dost thou forget that rebellion's sad end,
First raised against God's great kingdom above?
If not, then beware, for the times now portend
A fall, no less great, to thy pride and self-love.

For the spirit of Him, like the pillar of light,
To the Jews 'neath King Pharaoh's fell sway,
Will guide to success Freedom's sons through this
fight,

And put thy hordes to the sword, or to flight.

Let the flag of our country float proudly on high,
And its stars shed their lustre around;
Till not a cloud of secession be seen on our sky-
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
Float from the bastioned walls,-
One hearty song for fatherland,
Before its banner falls!

Last on our gaze when outward bound
We plough the ocean's foam,-
First on our longing eyes again

To waft our welcome home!

Beneath thy shade we've toiled in peace,
The golden corn we reap;
We've taken home our bonuy brides,
We've rocked our babes to sleep;
We marched to front the battle-storms
That brought the invaders nigh,
When the grim lion cowered and sank
Beneath the eagle's eye.

Beneath the Stars and Stripes we'll keep,

Come years of weal or woe:

Close up close up the broken line,
And let the traitors go!

Ho! brothers of the "Border States!"
We reach across the line,

And pledge our faith and honor now,
As once in Auld Lang Syne.

We'll keep the memories bright and green
Of all our old renown,

We'll strike the traitor hand that's raised
To pluck the eagle down.
Still shall it guard your Southern homes
From all the foes that come,-
We'll move with you to harp and flute,
Or march to fife and drum!

Mr. Davis, in company with some gentlemen, who were drinking in the restaurant beneath the Senate chamber, during the first session of the last Congress, used the me in this Union,"

Or, if ye turn from us in scorn,

Still shall our nation's sign

Roll out again its streaming stars
On all the border line,
And with the same old rallying-cry,
Beneath its folds we'll meet,

And they shall be our conquering sign,
Or be our winding-sheet !

'Tis said that when Jerusalem
Sank in her last despair,
A spectre sword hung gory red

Just o'er her in the air:

Ye that tear down your country's flag,
Look when God's gathering ire
Hangs in its place, just o'er your heads,
A sword of bloody fire!

-Monthly Religious Magazine.

THE MEN WHO FELL IN BALTIMORE.

BY JOHN W. FORNEY.

Our country's call awoke the land
From mountain heights to ocean strand.
The Old Keystone, the Bay State, too,
In all her direst dangers true,
Resolved to answer to her cry,
For her to bleed, for her to die;
And so they marched, their flag before,
For Washington, through Baltimore.

Our men from Berks and Schuylkill came-
Lehigh and Mifflin in their train:
First in the field they sought the way,
Hearts beating high and spirits gay;
Heard the wild yells of fiendish spite,
Of armed mobs on left and right;
But on they marched, their flag before,
For Washington, through Baltimore.

Next came the Massachusetts nien,
Gathered from city, glade, and glen:
No hate for South, but love for all,
They answered to their country's call.
The path to them seemed broad and bright,
They sought no foeman and no fight,
As on they marched, their flag before,
New England's braves through Baltimore.

But when they showed their martial pride,
And closed their glittering columns wide,
They found their welcome in the fire
Of maddened foes and demons dire,
Who, like the fiends from hell sent forth,
Attacked these heroes of the North:
These heroes bold, with travel sore,
While on their way through Baltimore.

From every stifling den and street,
They rushed the gallant band to meet-
Forgot the cause they came to save-
Forgot that those they struck were brave—
Forgot the dearest ties of blood
That bound them in one brotherhood;
Forgot the flag that floated o'er
Their countrymen in Baltimore.

And the great song their son had penned,
To rally freemen to defend

The banner of the Stripes and Stars,
That makes victorious all our wars,

Was laughed to scorn, as madly then
They greeted all the gallant men
Who came from Massachusetts shore
To Washington, through Baltimore.

And when, with wildest grief, at last,
They saw their comrades falling fast,
Full on the hell-bounds in their track,
They wheeled, and drove the cowards back.
Then, with their hearts o'erwhelmed with woe,
Measured their progress, stern and slow;
Their wounded on their shoulders bore
To Washington, through Baltimore.

Yet, while New England mourns her dead,
The blood by Treason foully shed,
Like that which flowed at Lexington,
When Freedom's earliest fight begun,
Will make the day, the month, the year,
To every patriot's memory dear.
Sons of great fathers gone before,
They fell for Right at Baltimore !

An hour passed on-great Jeff. awoke;
That bright dream was his last;
He woke to hear his sentries cry:
"The Yankees come!" and see them fly.
He woke to find his tent hemmed round
By Northern men, who kept their ground

'Neath shot, and shell, and fiery blast; Then entered, scorning to shoot him, And hung him to the nearest limb,

While Scott cheered on his band: "Strike-for the good and righteous cause: Strike-for the Country and its Laws; Strike-nor let your striking pause Till Right doth rule our land!"

GOD SAVE THE FLAG OF OUR NATIVE LAND.

DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER, WHO WAS IN THE WAR OF 1812, THE BRAVE BOY-CORNET OF THE BOURBON CAVALRY, KENTUCKY.

BY M. R. M. I.

God save the flag of our native land—
The glorious banner of Stripes and Stars!
Crushed be the treacherous, craven hand,
That its hallowed and blended beauty mars!
Long hath it gallantly floated out,

Our ensign of freedom on sea and shore,
And the sovereign people, with loyal shout
Shall rally around it forevermore.

American freemen, hand to hand,

A bulkwark to guard it well, shall stand;
God save the flag of our native land.

II.

It gladdened the eyes of Washington,
John Hancock swore to defend it well;
At Yorktown, Bunker, and Bennington,
Heroes defending it, bravely fell.
Shot and sabre were nought to them,
Guarding our banner, bought with blood,
A scar for its sake was a diadem,
Coveted nobly by field and flood.
American freemen, hand to hand,

A bulwark to guard it well, shall stand;
God save the flag of our native land.

III.

Anderson guarded it through the fray,
With his gallant band, all staunch and true;
When a thousand years have passed away,

Sumter shall loom over the waters blue,

A monument true to the Stripes and Stars-
They are dear as the veins that warm the heart
Crushed be the craven hand that mars
Their beauty or tears the folds apart.
American freemen, hand to hand,

A bulwark to guard it well, shall stand;
God save the flag of our native land.

IV.

By the shot that struck it from Moultrie's height, When Jasper restored its starry fold;

If we cease to guard it by freedom's might,

Let the hand be palsied, the tongue be cold!
By New Orleans, and her memories brave,
When Jackson to victory led the way,
As the countless leaves of the forest wave,
We will gather till triumph crowns the day.
American freemen, hand to hand,

A bulwark to guard it well, shall stand;
God save the flag of our native land.

V.

God save the flag of our native land,

From the pine-clad North to the palmy South, The loyal people-the Union-band,

Shall repeat the promise from mouth to mouth. By Valley Forge, with its memories deep,

Of the blood that crimsoned the midnight snow, The flag of our country we swear to keep, It shall never be lowered to greet the foe! American freemen hand to hand,

A bulwark to guard it well, shall stand; God save the flag of our native land! ROSEHEATH, Kr., June 21. 1861. -Louisville Journal.

vivandiers, has been sent to head-quarters, and the company accepted by the "powers that be." Since that day four flag raisings have come off in that portion of Kane county, and "Mary" and "May "-the soldier girls-in uniforms of white, red, and blue, have attended all of them, at the request of the officers, marching as pioneers at the head of their company. The captain says he could not get along without them, and after the flag has been sent up, he allows them to fire each three guns in honor of the Union, the Stars, and Stripes. Whether he will deprive the place of the valuable services of a good teacher, and a lover of a pretty sweet-heart, by carrying his Joan of Arc to the wars with him, remains yet to be seen. Much of the success of the recruiting service, and the patriotic fire burning now in old

eyes of these young ladies.—Easton (Pa.) Express, June 22.

in the Supreme Court the sword worn by Lieutenant NEW YORK, June 16.-Yesterday there was shown York, of Duryea's regiment, in the recent battle at Big Bethel, Virginia.-Lieutenant York was in command of the left wing of Captain Kilpatrick's advance guard, and when the masked battery opened upon them, a grape-shot struck his sword as it hung by his

JOAN OF ARC IN THE WEST.-At a flag raising at North Plato, Kane county, Illinois, after the Stars and Stripes had been duly hoisted, the assembly adjourned to the village church, where some speeches were made by patriotic gentlenen, and an opportunity was offered for young men to come forward and enlist, the company at Plato not being quite full. Not a man went up! This aroused the patriotism as well as the "dander" of the village schoolmistress, who, with many other ladies, was present, and she walked boldly forward to the secretary's desk, and headed the muster-roll with a name rendered illustrious as having been affixed to the Declaration of Independence, with the prenomen Mary. She was followed by another lady, and lo, and behold! the Plato company was not long in filling its ranks! The

cutting out a piece of its blade, glanced off in front, and knocked him down. He sent the sword home to his son, and it was shown yesterday among his companions of the bar, who promptly sent him a new sword, together with a carbine and a spy-glase, costing about $70, no subscription being allowed above $2.

Lieutenant York was in charge of the rear guard on the retreat, bringing in the dead and the wounded, when his party, notwithstanding a flag of truce, were fired on by the enemy. He succeeded in repulsing them, and brought his party in unhurt.-N. Y. Express, June 17.

June 12.-The latest effort of Floridianic patriotism was the expulsion from the municipality of Apalachicola of Mr. D. V. Dean, a native of Michigan. Mr. Dean was engaged in teaching a school of budding chivalry in the thriving city named, and while diligently pursuing his avocation, one day was surprised to receive the following communication from the mayor of the Dixianic burg. We give the epistle verbatim et literatim, etc., in hopes that it may in some measure excuse the conduct of His Honor, believing, as we do, that our readers will agree with us, that his aversion to schoolmasters was natural to him, has no doubt existed from his infancy, and has steadily increased since the days of his youth:—

"Dear sir it having been proved to me by respectible testimony that you have mad use of treesonable expressions against the confederate states of america you are hearby commanded to leeve this town by the verry furst oppertunity or it will becum my duty to have you dealt with under the act of treeson

you are also required to deliver up to the bearer of this communication all arms such as guns pistolls Durks Boue Knifes Swoards Cains & Co and in refusing at once to comply you will be compelled to submit to a proper search. JM G Hunter mayor.

may 27 1861." Accompanying the above, was the following highly consolatory document: