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And once again a fire of hell
Rained on the Russian quarters,
Aud bellowing of the mortars.
And Irish Nora's eyes are dim,
For a singer, dumb and gory!
Who sang of "Annie Laurie."
All soldiers, to your honored rest
Your truth and valor bearing;
The loving are the daring!
PROGRESS OF FREEDOM.-E. D. BAKER-1860.
The Government which our fathers founded will not be broken up by us. No threats of disunion, no hard names, no fear of outside feuds shall drive us from the broad, luminous path of right and duty. In the presence of God-looking up reverently to Him while we say—we Republicans declare that Freedom, in this great Government, is the rule, and Slavery but the exception. Slavery is the exception-marked, guarded, hedged in and protected; there let it remain. Let it claim its just rights, and possess them—if we are to be accessory to all its vices and errorsif even public opinion is not to be allowed to visit its dusky cheek too roughly-let that be so; but beyond what is nominated in the bond, we will not and dare not go. We live in a day of light; we live in an advancing generation. We live in the presence of the whole world. We are “like a city set on a hill which cannot be hid.” The prayers and tears and hopes and sighs of all good men are with us, of us, for us, and for me, I dare not and will not be false to that position. Here, then, years, many years long gone, I took my stand by Freedom, and where in my earliest youth my feet were planted, there my manhood and my age shall march. And for one, I am not ashamed of Freedom. I know her power. I rejoice in her majesty. I walk beneath her
banner. I glory in her strength. I have seen Freedom in history, again and again ; with mine own eyes I have watched her again and again struck down on a hundred chosen fields of battle.
I have seen her friends fly from her; I have seen her foes gather around her; I have seen them bind her to the stake; I have seen them give her ashes to the winds-regathering them again that they might scatter them yet more widely, but when her foes turned to exult, I have seen her again meet them face to face, resplendent in complete steel, and brandishing in her strong right hand a flaming sword, red with insufferable light.
And I take courage. The people gather around her. The Genius of America will at last lead her sons to Freedom.
THE CONSTITUTION.-DANIEL WEBSTER.
Never did there devolve on any generation of men higher trusts than now devolve upon us, for the preservation of this Constitution, and the harmony and peace of all who are destined to live under it. Let us make our generation one of the strongest and brightest links in that golden chain which is destinod, I fondly believe, to grapple the people of all the States to this Constitution for ages to come.
We have a great, popular, constitutional Government, guarded by law and by judicature, and defended by the affections of the people. No monarchical throne presses these States together. They live and stand upon a government popular in its form, representative in its character, founded upon principles of oquality, and 80 constructed, we hope, as to last forever.
In all its history it has been beneficent. It has trodden down no man's liberty, it has crushed no State. Its daily respiration is liberty and patriotism. Its youthful veins are full of enterprise, courage, and honorable love of glory and renown. Large before, the country has now,
by recent events, become vastly larger. This Republic now extends, with a vast breadth, across the whole continent. The two great seas of the world wash the one and the
other shore. We realize on a mighty scale the beautiful description of the ornamental edging of the bucklers of Achilles
“ Now the broad shield complete, the artist crowned
PAUL REVERE'S RIDE.-H, W. LONGFELLOW.
LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear
He said to his friend, "If the British march
Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street,
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
PAUL REVERE'S RIDE.
Now gazed on the landscape far and near,
To every Middlesex village and farm,-
THE HOUR OF DEATH.-FELICIA HEMANS.
LEAVES have their time to fall,
And stars to set—but all,
Day is for mortal care,
Night for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayerBut all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth.
The banquet hath its hour,
There comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears—but all are thine.
Youth and the opening rose
And smile at thee-but thou art not of those
We know when moons shall wane,
When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grainBut who shall teach us when to look for thee?
Is it when spring's first gale
Is it when roses in our path grow pale ?