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!
Gather together from plough and from loom!
Hark to the signal !-the music of wars
Sounding for tyrants and traitors their doom.
March, march, march, march!
Brothers unite-rouse in your might,

For Justice and Freedom, for God and the
Right!

Down with the foe to the land and the laws!
Marching together our country to save,

God shall be with us to strengthen our cause,
Nerving the heart and the hand of the brave.

March, march, march, march!
Brothers unite-rouse in your might,

For Justice and Freedom, for God and the
Right!

Flag of the Free! under thee we will fight,
Shoulder to shoulder, our face to the foe;
Death to all traitors, and God for the Right!
Singing this song as to battle we go:

*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.

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
Right!

THE SOLDIER'S LAST WORD.

BY PARK BENJAMIN.

He lay upon the battle-field,
Where late the clash of arms was heard,
And from his pallid lips there came,

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!
Who lives will win his country's praise,
Who dies will leave a glorious name.

Alas! what courage can advance
Against a storm of iron hail?
What hearts repel a fiery sleet,

Though clad, like ancient knights, in mail?

He sunk beneath the waves of strife,
Among an undistinguished train,

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.
AIR-"Jeannette and Jeannot."

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
Our starry flag in air-
Ever their praise we'll bear,

Deathless their fame!

Run up the Stripes and Stars
Borne in our father's wars,

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,
From the Sierra Nevada to Florida's shore,
And, like Oliver Twist, are still asking for more.

That banner whose infantile bunting can boast,
To have witnessed the Union's great charter en-
grossed,

Which at Boston saw Freedom's stout struggle begun,
And from Washington welcomed its victory won-

For our fathers in rebel defiance it spread,
But to us it waves brotherly greeting instead;
And Concord and Peace, not Bellona and Mars,
Now support England's Jack and the States' Stripes
and Stars.

Can it be there are parricide hands that would tear
This Star-Spangled Banner, so broad and so fair?
And if there be hands would such sacrilege try,
Is the bunting too weak the attempt to defy?

Alas! while its woof Freedom wove in her loom,
She paused in her work, and the Fiend took her

room,

And, seizing the shuttle that Freedom had left,
Threw Slavery's warp across Liberty's weft.

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,
Forever fresh and new,

You bear displayed upon your face,
The Red, the White, and Blue.

Your fair complexion is the White,
Your eyes of azure hue;
The rose that mantles on your cheek,
Completes White, Red, and Blue.

A patriot, thus by nature framed,
Scorns artificial lures,

And, nurtured by the smiles of Heav'n,
Through time and change endures.

But should your bright complexion fade,
Your eyes forget to beam,
And all the beauties of the rose
Prove fleeting as a dream-

Still far beyond all outward show,
That captivates the eye,
Within your gentle bosom glow
Virtues that never die.

The patriot heart is ever there,
Change colors as they will,
In war or peace, hope or despair,
True to your country still.

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,
But never one shall vanish;
The radiance once arisen there

No traitor hand shall banish!
Her empire Freedom shall extend
Beneath our eagle's pinion;
From North to South, from East to West,
Shall stretch her broad dominion!

Then hail, all hail the Stripes and Stars,
That float in glory o'er us!

Ye sons and daughters of the free,
Ring out the joyful chorus !

HEAR US, FATHER! SAVE OUR LAND.

A NATIONAL HYMN.

BY ELIZABETH 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 bo-
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!

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;

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
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?

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
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 bonny 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 cham

her, during the first session of the last Congress, used the following language: "Gentlemen, there is no future for me in this Union,"