"Will they do it?" "Dare they do it?” "Who is speaking?" "What's the news?" "What of Sherman?" "What of Adams?" Oh, God grant they won't refuse!" "Make some way there!" "Let me nearer !” "I am stifling!" Stifle, then! When a nation's life 's at hazard, So they beat against the portal, Man and woman, maid and child; And the July sun in heaven On the scene looked down and smiledThe same sun that saw the Spartan Shed his patriot blood in vain, Now beheld the soul of freedom, Hushed the people's swelling murmur, The old bellman lifts his hand, How they shouted! What rejoicing! How the bonfires and the torches And, from the flames, like fabled Phoenix, That old State-House bell is silent, Hush'd is now its clamorous tongue; Still is living—ever young; And when we greet the smiling sunlight We will ne'er forget the bellman THE UNION. "Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable!"-WEBSTER. THE HE Union! The Union! The hope of the free! Our glorious banner no traitor shall mar By effacing a stripe, or destroying a star! Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever! The Union! The Union! 'Twas purchased with blood! Side by side, to secure it, our forefathers stood: From the North to the South, through the length of the land, Ran the war-cry which summon'd that patriot band! Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever! The Union! The Union! At Lexington first, And cursed be the hand that our country would sever! The Union! The Union! Its heavenly light Cheers the hearts of the nations who grope in the night- A path to the country where Freedom abides! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever! The Union! The Union! In God we repose! TH LINCOLN AT SPRINGFIELD. "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom." HERE stood a man in the West Countrie, His form was not cast in a courtier's mould, Who had learn'd to obey ere call'd to command: "My friends elected by your choice, From the long-cherish'd home I go, Sacred by heaven-permitted woe. I go, to take the helm of state, Not since the days when Washington Have clouds so dark above us met, "And he had never saved the land His faith, his hope, his trust, are mine. For if the Lord no wardship take, The watchmen mount the towers in vain." He ceased; and many a manly breast And then, heart-spoken, from the crowd, Came one brief sentence: "We will pray!" BILL AND JOE. HOME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by The shining days when life was new, When you were Bill and I was Joe. Your name may flaunt a titled trail, To-day, old friend, remember still That I am Joe and you are Bill. You've won the great world's envied prize, And grand you look in people's eyes, With HON. and L L. D., In big brave letters, fair to see Your fist, old fellow! off they go!— You've worn the judge's ermine robe; The chaffing young folks stare and say, How Bill forgets his hour of pride, Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame? The weary idol takes his stand, Holds out his bruised and aching hand, |