Like rushing tide down mountain side, Now Southern sneer and bullies' leer, United now, no more we'll bow, Or supplicate, or reason; 'Twill be our shame and lasting blame If we consent to treason. Then in the fight our hearts unite, One purpose move us ever; No traitor hand divide our land, No power our country sever. "LET us alone" was the plausible cry of the rebels, from "Jeff." down to the craziest secessionist in all Dixie. Some wag of a poet in a Hartford paper has elucidated the "text" in the following handsome style. "LET US ALONE!" As vonce I valked by a dismal swamp, And at everybody that passed that road A stick or a stone this Old Cove throwed. "Let me alone, for I loves to shy And turn you out of your 'ouse and 'ome- Just then came along, on the self same way, Put down that stick! (You may well look skeered !) You must have a lesson to stop your tricks, The Old Cove stopped, and the t'other Old Cove, And he looked at his stick, revolvin' slow, And he grumbled on, in an injured tone, "All that I axed vos, let me alone." AFTER ALL. BY WILLIAM WINTER. THE apples are ripe in the orchard, At the cottage-door the grandsire A woman is kneeling beside him; And far from over the distance And the grandsire speaks in a whisper: "The end no man can see; But we give him to his country, And we give our prayers to Thee." The violets star the meadows, The rose-buds fringe the door, And over the grassy orchard The pink-white blossoms pour. But the grandsire's chair is empty, The cottage is dark and still; There's a nameless grave in the battle-field, And a pallid, tearless woman It is reported of the Army of the Cumberland, that often in going into battle, the whole line takes up the following popular and stirring battle cry. It is said by eye-witnesses to be a most imposing and thrilling scene; the long lines of burnished steel flashing in the sun-light, and the wild shout and song of an hundred thousand men echoing along the valleys,-must be a spectacle indeed! THE BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM! ANONYMOUS. YES, we'll rally round the Flag, boys, we'll rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; We will rally from the hill-side, we'll gather from the plain, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom! CHORUS.-The Union for ever! hurrah! boys, hurrah! Down with the Traitor, up with the Star! While we rally round the Flag, boys, rally once again, We are springing to the call of our Brothers gone before, And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million Freemen more, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom'! The Union for ever! &c. We will welcome to our numbers the boys all true and brave, And although he may be poor, he shall never be a Slave, The Union for ever! &c. So, we're springing to the call from the East and from the West, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom! And we'll hurl the Rebel crew from the land we love the best, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom! The Union for ever! &c. THE following beautiful and appropriate hymn was written by the Rev. Dr. Muhlenberg, founder of St. Luke's hospital, in New York, and writer of the immortal hymn, "I would not live always." It was submitted to President Lin coln and his consent was obtained to have it called “THE PRESIDENT'S HYMN." It was written for a special Thanksgiving day, for which it was admirably adapted. With very little preparation it can be produced in every Church in the land: THE PRESIDENT'S HYMN. Give thanks, all ye people, give thanks to the Lord— Let the East and the West, North and South roll along CHORUS: Give thanks, all ye people, give thanks to Alleluias of freedom with joyful accord. |