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BY THE HON. EDWARDE, OF BOSTON.
And whitening and brightening, Wildly he started, for there in the heavens be-
Fluttered and flew the original star-spangled And thundering and floundering ;
Two objections are in the way of the acceptance of this anthem Dividing and gliding and sliding,
by the committee : in the first place, it is not an anthem at all ; sec.
ondly, it is a gross plagiarism írom an old Sclavonic war-song of the And falling and brawling and sprawling,
primeval ages. And driving and riving and striving,
Next we quote from a
PONDEROUS projectiles, hurled by heavy hands, And clattering and battering and shattering;
Fell on our Liberty's poor infant head,
Ere she a stadium had well advanced
On the great path that to her greatness led; Advancing and prancing and glancing and dan
Yet, thanks to saving Grace and Washington, cing,
Her incubus was from her bosom hurled ;
And, rising like a cloud-dispelling sun,
She took the oil with which her hair was curled beaming,
To And rushing and flushing and brushing and gush
the “hub” round which revolves the grease
world. ing, And flapping and rapping and clapping and slap This fine production is rather heavy for an “anthem," and contains
too much of Boston to be considered strictly national. To set such ping,
an "anthem "to inusic would require a Wagner; and eren were it And curling and whirling and purling and really accommodated to a tune, it could only be whistled by the
populace: twirling, And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping,
NATIONAL ANTHEM. And dashing and flashing and splashing and
BY JOHN GREENLEAF W clashing; And so never ending, but always descending,
My native land, thy Puritanic stock Sounds and motions forever andever are blending, Still finds its roots firm bound in Plymouth Rock; All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar,
And all thy sons unite in one grand wish, And this way the water comes down at Lodore.
To keep the virtues of Preserv-ed Fish.
And, should they swerve from loyalty and right,
Then the whole land were lost indeed in night.
The sectional bias of this "anthem "renders it unsuitable for use RECEIVED RESPONSE TO AN ADVERTISED in that small margin of the world situated outside of New England.
We now come to a
Hence the above must be rejected.
Here we have a very curious
BY H. W.
BY DR. OLIVER WENDELL H
Back in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, A Diagnosis of our history proves was monarch
Our native land a land its native loves; Over the sea-ribbed land of the fleet-footed Its birth a deed obstetric without peer, Norsemen,
Its growth a source of wonder far and near. Once there went forth young Ursa to gaze at the heavens,
To love it more, behold how foreign shores Ursa, the noblest of all Vikings and horsemen. Sink into nothingness beside its stores.
Hyde Park at best — though counted ultra grandMusing he sat in his stirrups and viewed the The “ Boston Common" of Victoria's land –
horizon, Where the Aurora lapt stars in a north-polar reading thus far, for such an " anthem " could only be sung by a
college of surgeons or a Beacon Street tea-party. manner;
The committee must not be blamed for rejecting the above after
Turn we now to a
The sun sinks softly to his evening post,
The sun swells grandly to his morning crown; Yet not a star our flag of heaven has lost,
And not a sunset stripe with him goes down. So thrones may fall ; and from the dust of those
New thrones may rise, to totter like the last ; But still our country's nobler planet glows,
While the eternal stars of Heaven are fast. Upon finding that this does not go well to the air of " Yankee Doodle," the committee feel justified in declining it; being further. more prejudiced against it by a suspicion that the poet has crowded an advertisement of a paper which he edits into the first line.
Next we quote from a
The little brown squirrel hops in the corn,
The cricket quaintly sings;
And the shad in the river springs ;
On the shore of the summer sea; And better far that I were dead,
If Maud did not love me.
BY GENERAL GEORGE P. M
I love the squirrel that hops in the corn,
And the cricket that quaintly sings ; And the emerald pigeon that nods his head,
And the shad that gayly springs.
And Maud with her snowy breast;
I love my country best. This is certainly very beautiful, and sounds somewhat like Teanyson. Though it may be rejected by the committee, it can never lose its value as a piece of excellent reading for children. It is calculated to fill the youthful mind with patriotism and natural history, beside touching the youthful heart with an emotion palpitating for all.
We close the list with the following:
BY R. H. STOD
In the days that tried our fathers,
Many years ago,
Blood-bought, you know.
As we 'd defend
Calling us friend?
From hill and vale ;
Joy in the tale.
High-born and fair ;
Touch her who dare. The tone of this "anthem" not being devotional enough to suit the committee, it should be printed on an edition of linen-cambric handkerchiefs for ladies especially. Observe this
Behold the flag! Is it not a flag ?
Deny it, man, if you dare ! And midway spread 'twixt earth and sky
It hangs like a written prayer.
Would impious hand of foe disturb
Its memories' holy spell,
R. H. NEWELL.
In this beauty of the klis Christ was born
across the sea, in his borom that transpuns you
With a glory
as he died to make mone holy, hh usde to
maka man fe While and is m » arching on
Inha Mand Hone.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
"All quiet along the Potomac," they say
Mrs. Howland 381
R. Buchanan 247
Anonymous 420 All thoughts, all passions, all delights Coleridge 81
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag F.J. O'Brien 715
G. Colman 728 Along the frozen lake she comes Anonymous 518
· Martin Luther 271
A milkmaid, who poised a full pail 7. Taylor 671
Jane Taylor 673
And hast thou sought thy heavenly home D. M. Moir 191
Wm. Howitt 347
253 And is this — Yarrow? This the stream Wordsworth 330
Chis. Wesley 285
Horace Smith 542
Sir T. Wyatt 150
An exquisite invention this .
27 | Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!
0. W. Holmes 373
Shelley 380 Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
R. W. Emerson 319
A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. Geo. Crabbe
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
C. D. Shanly 79
742 As by the shore, at break of day T. Moore 456
R. Barnfield 349
C. E. Norton 383
W. Allston 444 A song for the plant of my own native West
W.W. Fosdick 362
H. F. Chorley 359
As, rising on its purple wing
breathes there the man with soul so dead Scott
593 Bring forth the horse !” the horse was brought
440 Buried to-day
Miss Muíock 175
R. H'. Emerson 354
V. Boune 612
But all our praises why should lords engross?
571 But I remember, when the fight was done
301 But look ! o'er the fall see the angler stand
T. B. Read
Anonymous But now our quacks are gamesters Geo. Crabbe
C. G. Fenner 474 “But why do you go?" said the lady E. B. Browning 131
Cunningh im 478 Calm is the morn without a sound Tennyson 182
297 Calm on the bosom of thy God Mrs. Hemans 177
Shakespeare 160 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater i sser s
Theo. Tilton 4 Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pindar 738
Celia and I the other day
Matt. Prior 85
H', C. Dennett 4
Longfellow 550 Clasp me a little longer on the brink Campbell 151
0. W. Holmes 421
Close his eyes ; his work is done! Boker
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise 7. Deight 445
RH. Newell 775
Come, all ye jolly shepherds . James Hogs 82
R. W'. Emerson 625 Come back, come back together. L. E. Landon 9
R. H. Dana 267
0. W. Holmes 733
W. M. Pracd ,08
Come from my first, ay come!
114 Come here, come here, and dwell Barry Corneil tós
R. H. Danı 519
W.C. Bryant zói
Shelley 309 Come, listen to me, you gallants so free Anonymous
C. Mar oove 73
Shakes care 326
Come, O thou Traveller unknown . Chas. l'esicy 270
T. Moore 71
James Hoge 343 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 424
Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 597
Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Beaumont and Fletcher 575
E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, 0 Sleep, the certain knot of peace
Sir i'k. Sidney 575