CARMEN BELLICOSUM.

GUY HUMPHREY MCMASTER.

IN their ragged regimentals
Stood the old Continentals
Yielding not.

When the Grenadiers were lunging,
And like hail fell the plunging

Cannon-shot;

When the files

Of the isles

From the smoky night encampment bore the banner of the rampant

Unicorn.

And grummer, grummer, grummer, rolled the roll of the drummer

Through the morn!

Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,

Stood our sires;

And the balls whistled deadly,

And in streams flashing redly,

Blazed the fires;

As the roar

On the shore,

Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green sodded

acres

Of the plain:

And louder, louder, louder, cracked the black gun

powder

Cracking amain!

Now like smiths at the forges
Worked the red St. George's
Cannoneers.

And the villanous saltpetre

Rang a fierce, discordant metre
Round their ears:

As the swift

Storm-drift,

With hot, sweeping anger came the horse-guard's clangor On our flanks.

Then higher, higher, higher, burned the old-fashioned

fire

Through the ranks!

Then the old-fashioned colonel

Galloped through the white, infernal
Powder-cloud;

And his broad sword was swinging,
And his brazen throat was ringing,

Trumpet loud.

Then the blue

Bullets flew,

And the trooper-jackets redden at the touch of the leaden

Rifle-breath.

And rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six

SUPPOSED SPEECH OF JAMES OTIS.

LYDIA MARIA CHILD.

ENGLAND may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as fetter the step of Freedom, more proud and firm in this youthful land than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. Arbitrary principles, like those against which we now contend, have cost one King of England his life, -another, his crown, and they may yet cost a third his most flourishing colonies.

We

We are two millions- one-fifth fighting men. are bold and vigorous-and we call no man master. To the nation from whom we are proud to derive our origin we ever were, and we ever will be, ready to yield unforced assistance; but it must not, and it never can, be extorted. Some have sneeringly asked, "Are the Americans too poor to pay a few pounds on stamped paper?" No! America, thanks to God and herself, is rich. But the right to take ten pounds implies the right to take a thousand; and what must be the wealth that avarice, aided by power, cannot exhaust? True, the spectre is now small; but the shadow he casts. before him is huge enough to darken all this fair land. Others, in sentimental style, talk of the immense debt of gratitude which we owe to England. And what is the amount of this debt? Why, truly, it is the same that the young lion owes to the dam, which has brought it forth on the solitude of the mountain, or left it amid the winds and storms of the desert.

We plunged into the wave, with the great charter of freedom in our teeth, because the fagot and torch were behind us. We have waked this new world from its savage lethargy; forests have been prostrated in our path; towns and cities have grown up suddenly as the flowers of the tropics, and the fires in our autumnal woods are scarcely more rapid than the increase of our wealth and population. And do we owe all this to the kind succor of the mother country? No! we owe it to the tyranny that drove us from her to the pelting storms which invigorated our helpless infancy.

But perhaps others will say, "We ask no money from your gratitude - we only demand that you should pay your own expenses." And who, I pray, is to judge of their necessity? Why, the King- and, with all due reverence to his sacred majesty, he understands the real wants of his distant subjects as little as he does the language of the Choctaws! Who is to judge concerning the frequency of these demands? The Ministry. Who is to judge whether the money is properly expended? The Cabinet behind the throne. In every instance, those who take are to judge for those who pay. If this system is suffered to go into operation, we shall have reason to esteem it a great privilege that rain and dew do not depend upon Parliament; otherwise, they would soon be taxed and dried. But, thanks to God, there is freedom enough left upon earth to resist such monstrous injustice! The flame of liberty is extinguished in Greece and Rome; but the light of its glowing embers is still bright and strong on the shores

of America. Actuated by its sacred influence, we will resist unto death. But we will not countenance anarchy and misrule. The wrongs that a desperate community have heaped upon their enemies shall be amply and speedily repaired. Still, it may be well for some proud men to remember, that a fire is lighted in these. Colonies which one breath of their King may kindle into such fury that the blood of all England cannot extinguish it!

THE IMMORTALS.

EDWARD EVERETT.

WE dismiss them not to the chambers of forgetfulness and death. What we admired, and prized, and venerated in them, can never be forgotten. I had almost said that they are now beginning to live; to live that life of unimpaired influence, of unclouded fame, of unmingled happiness, for which their talents and services were destined. Such men do not, cannot die. To be cold and breathless; to feel not and speak not; this is not the end of existence to the men who have breathed their spirits into the institutions of their country, who have stamped their characters on the pillars of the age, who have poured their hearts' blood into the channels of the public prosperity. Tell me, ye who tread the sods of yon sacred height, is Warren dead? Can you not still see him, not pale and prostrate, the blood of his gallant heart pouring out of his ghastly wound, but moving resplendent over the field