And whitening and brightening, Wildly he started, - for there in the heavens be
And quivering and shivering,

fore him
And hurrying and skurrying,

Fluttered and flew the original star-spangled And thundering and floundering ;


Two objections are in the way of the acceptance of this anthers 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 from 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
And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling,

And sounding and bounding and rounding,
And bubbling and troubling and doubling,

And grumbling and rumbling and tumbling,

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
Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting,
Delaying and straying and playing and spraying, Her temple's propylon was shatter-ed;

On the great path that to her greatness led ; Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing,

Yet, thanks to saving Grace and Washington,

Her incubus was from her bosom hurled ;
Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,
And gleaming and streaming and steaming and

And, rising like a cloud-dispelling sun,

She took the oil with which her hair was curlel beaming, And rushing and flushing and brushing and gush

To grease the “hub” round which revolves the

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. ping,

an "anthem "to inusic would require a Wagner ; and even were at And curling and whirling and purling and really accommodated to a tune, 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 Puritanie stock Sounds and motions forever and ever 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.
Preserv-ed Fish, the Deacon stern and true,
Told our New England what her sons should do ;

And, should they swerve from loyalty and right,

Then the whole land were lost indeed in vight.

The sectional bias of this " anthem " renders it unsuitable for use RECEIVED IN RESPONSE TO AN ADVERTISED in that small inargin of the world situated outside of New England.

Hence the above must be rejected.


We now come to a


Here we have a very curious





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,

The committee must not be blamed for rejecting the above after Where the Aurora lapt stars in a north-polar reading thus far. for such an “ anthem" couli only be sung by z

college of Surgeons or a Beacon Street tea-party. manner;

Turn we now to a

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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 lias crowded an advertisement of a paper which he edits into the first line.

Next we quote from a




I love the squirrel that hops in the corni,

And the cricket that quaintly sings ; And the emerald pigeon that nods his head,

And the shad that gayly springs.
I love the dainty sunflower, too,

And Maud with her snowy breast ;
I love them all; but I love -- I love --

I love my country best. This is certainly very beautiful, and sounds somewhat like T-nnyson. Though it may be rejected by the conimittee, it can rest lose its value as a piece of excellent reading for children. It is calculated to fill the youthful mind with patriotism and natural jis. tory, beside touching the youthful heart with an emotion piditat. ing for all.

We close the list with the following:

In the days that tried our fathers,

Many years ago, Our fair land achieved her freedom,

Blood-bought, you know. Shall we not defend her ever,

As we'd defend That fair maiden, kind and tender,

Calling us friend



Yes! Let all the echoes answer,

From hill and vale ;
Yes! Let other nations hearing,

Joy in the tale.
Our Columbia is a lady,

High-born and fair ;
We have sworn allegiance to her, —

Touch her who dare.

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,
And blight it with a dew of blood ?
Ha, tr-r-aitor! .... It is well.


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.

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Samuel Lour 7
A baby was sleeping

All in our marriage garden

G. Massey

Wordsworth 211
A barking sound the sher heri hears


All in the Downs the tieet was moored John Gay
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase :)

"All quiet along the Potomac," they say
Leigh Ilunt 582

Mrs. E. L. Beers 381
A brace of sinners for nog od
Peter Pindar 739 All that is like a dream

R. Buchanan 247
A cloud lay cradled n-ar the setting sun John II ilson 593 All the world 's a stage ·

Shakespeare 615

A country life is sweet!

Anonymous 420 All thoughts, all passions, all delights Coleridge
Adam and Eve were, at the world's beginning

Aloft upon an old basaltic crag F. 7. O'Brien 715
G Colman 728 Along the frozen lake she comes Anonymous 513

654 Although I enter not
A new-drop came, with a spark of flame Anonymous

Thackeray 45
A diagnosis of our history proves
R.H. Newell 774

A man in many a country town we know G. Colmin

Adieu, adieu, my native shore
148 Amazing, beauteous change!

Adieu, adieu ! our dream of love T. K. Hervey 145

A mighty fortress is our God (Translation of F. H.

W, P. Palmer 25
A district school, not far away


Martin Luther 271
Ae fond kiss and then we sover



A milkmaid, who poised a full pail 7. Taylor
Afar in the desert I love to ride

Thos. Pringle 231 A moment, then, Lord Marmion stayed Scott
A fellow in a market-town
Peter Pindar 740 Among the beautiful pictures.

Alice Carey


R. Herrick
A fiend once met a humble man Rev. Mr. Miclellan 418 Among thy fancies tell me this
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by l'ordsworth 577 A monk, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er
A footstep struck her ear


Jane Taylor 673
Again the violet of our early days Eben. Elliott 308 And are ye sure the news is true ? W. 7. Nickle 488
A generous friendship no cold medium knows

And hast thou sought thy heavenly home D. M. Moir 191
Pope's llind
31 And is the swallow gone?

IV. H witt 347
A girl, who has so many wilful ways Miss Mulock 46 And is there care in heaven?. Spenser 279
A good that never satisfies the mind Drummond 253 And is this - Yarrow? This the stream Wordsworth 330
Ah, Chloris, could I now but sit.
Sir C. Sediey 42 And let this feeble body fail

Chrs. W'esley 285
Ah! do not wanton with those eyes Ben Jonson 57 And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed
Ah, how sweet it is to love !



Ah ! little they know of true happiness Mac-Carthy 425 And on her lover's arm she leant Tennyson

Ah! my heart is weary waiting . Mrc-Carthy 305 And there two runners did the sign abide W'an. Morris 83
Ali, my sweet sweeting
Anonymous 49 And thou hast walked about

Horace Smith 542
Ah, sweet Kitty Neil !

Mac-Carthy 70
And wilt thou leave me thus?.

Sir T. Wyatt 150
Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!

An exquisite invention this .

Leigh Hunt

W. Allston

27 | Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!
A hungry, lean-faced villain
Shakespeare 561

0. W'. Holmes 373
Ah ! what is love? It is a pretty thing Robert Greene 55 A nightingale, that all day long. Cowper 671
Ah! whence yon glare


380 | Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
Ah! who but oft hath marvelled why 7. G. Saxe 67

R. W. Emerson 319
Ah, yes, -- the fight! Well, messmates, well

A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. Geo. Crabbe

Anonymous 487 Arches on arches! as it were that Rome Byron 533
Airs, that wander and murmur round W. C. Bryant 84
A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store Anonymous 733

Art thou a thing of mortal birth John Wilson 590

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
Alas ! how light a cause may move
T. Moore 169

T. Dekker

Alas, that moon should ever beam T. Hood 670 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping
Alas! they had been friends in youth Coleridge 35

C. D. Shanly 79
Alas! what pity 't is that regularity

G. Colman 742 As by the shore, at break of day T. Moore
Alice was a chieftain's daughter. Mac-Carthy 123 A simple child.

Wordsworth 14
A little in the doorway sitting . T. Burbidge As it fell upon a day

R. Barnfield 349
A little onward lend thy guiding hand Milton 235

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers
All day long the storm of battle Anonymous

C. E. Norton 383
All grim and soiled and brown with tan Whittier 465 As once a Grecian maiden wove. T. Moore 67
All hail! thou noble land

W. Allston

444 A song for the plant of my own native West
All hail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores!

IV. W. Fosdick 362
Montgomery 471 A song to the oak, the brave old oak H. F. Chorley 359



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As, rising on its purple wing


Bobolink! that in the meadow . Thos Hill

As ships becalmed at eve, that lay
A. H. Clough 143 Bonnie wee thing! cannie wee thing! Burns

As slow our ship her foamy track T. Noore 148 | Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen James Hegg 665
A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent

Breathes there the man with soul so dead Scott

7. R. Lowell 581 | Bright portals of the sky


As vonce I valked by a dismal swamp H. H. Brownell 738 Bright red is the sun on the waves of Lough Sheelin
A swallow in the spring
R.S.S. Andros 346

Thos. Davis
A sweet disorder in the dress .

R. Herrick

593 Bring forth the horse !” the horse was brought
As wher, on Carmel's sterile steep 7. H. Bryant 450


At Amathus, that from the southern side W’m. Morris 88 Brutus, my lord l.

Shakespeare 130
At Bannockburn the English lay Burns

Buried to-day :

Miss Mulock 175
At early dawn I marked them in the sky Montgomery 352 Burly, dozing humble-bee !

R. I'. Emerson 354
A thousand miles from laud are we Barry Cornwall 354 | Busy, curious, thirsty fly.

V. Bourne 612

But all our praises why should lords engross?
At midnight, in his guarded tent Hnlleck



A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt Tennyson 116

But Enoch yeamed to see her face again Tennyson 166
At Paris it was, at the opera there

Bulwer-Lytton 170
But Fortune, like some others of her sex Halleck

A traveller through a dusty road Chas. Hackay 592 But happy they! the happiest of their kind
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still

Thomson 125

571 But I remember, when the fight was done
At Timon's villa let us pass a day Pope


Shakespeare 387
Ave Maria ! o'er the earth and sea Byron


But look! o'er the fall see the angler stand
A violet in her lovely hair
Cha.. Swain 40

T. B. Read

A voice from stately Babylon

Anonymous But now our quacks are gamesters Geo. Crabbe 600
Awake! – the starry midnight hour Barry Cornwall 68 But where to find that happiest spot below
A warderer, Wilson, from native land T. Hood



Away! away! through the sightless air G. H' Cutter 654 But who the melodies of morn can tell? Benttie 298
A weary weed, tossed to and fro .

C. G. Fenner 474 “But why do you go?" said the lady E. B. Browning 131
A well there is in the West country Southey 132 | By the wayside, on a mossy stone Ralph Hoyt 229
A wet sheet and a flowing sea

Cunningham 478 Calm is the morn without a sound Tennyson 182
A wind came up out of the sea Longfellow 297 Calm on the bosom of thy God

Mrs. Homans 177
Ay, but I know

Shukespeare 160 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater Anser's
A youth named Rhæcus .
7.R. Lowell 642

Melodies 763
Baby Bye

Teo. Tilton 4 Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pindar 738
Bachelor's hall, what a comical place it is! A non. 729 Ca' the yowes to the knowes .


Back in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane Newell 774 | Cease, rude Borcas, blustering railer ! G. A. Stevens 482
Backward, turn backward, 0 Time, in your slight

Celia and I the other day

Mati. Prior 85
Florence Percy 190

Cheeks as soft as July peaches W.C. Bennett 4
Balow, my babe, lv stil and sleipe !

Anonymous 173
Child of the later days!.

Anonymous 543
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead

R. Browning 203

Children of God, who, faint and slow Bowdler
Beaujiful! Sir, you may say so
F. B. Ilarte 765 Christmas is here

Thackeray 608
Beautiful, sublime, and glorious. B. Barton 471 Clang, clang ! the massive anvils ring Anonymous 423
Beautiful was the night .
Longfellom 550 Clasp me a little longer on the brink Campbell

Because I breathe not love to everie one Sir Ph. Sidney 64 Clear the brown path to meet his coulter's gleam
Before I trust my fate to thee .
Miss Procter 63

0. W. Holmes 421
Before Jehovah's awful throne

the unforgotten ave!


Before proud Rome's imperial throne B. Burton

Close his eyes ; his work is done!

Behold her single in the field

l'ordscvorth 570 Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise T. Dwigh! 445
Behold the flag! Is it not a flag?

R. H. Vesvell 775

Come, all ye jolly shepherds . James Hogg 82
Behold the sea

L. E. Landon
· R. W. Emerson 625 Come back, come back together.

Behold the young, the rosy Spring (Translation of

Come, brother, turn with me from pining thought
Thomas Moore)

RH. Dana 267

Behold this ruin ! 'Twas a skull Anomous 622 Come! fill a fresh bumper

0. W. Holmes 733
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms

Come from my first, ay come !

W. A1. Praed 708
T. Moore

114 i Come here, come here, and dwell Barry Cornwall 668
Ben Battle was a soldier bold

T. Hood. 747 Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go ! R. H. Dana
Bending between me and the taper A. De l'ere

109 , Come in the evening, or come in the morning
Beneath a shivering canopy reclined Dr.7. Leyden 299

Thos. Davis

Beneath this stony roof reclined Thos. Warton 325 Come into the garden, Maud . Tennyson 69
Beside, he was a shrewd philosopher Dr. S. Butler 737 Come, let us plant the apple-tree

W.C. Bryant 361
Best and brightest, come away Shelley 309 Come, listen to me, you gallants so free Anonymous 496
Between the dark and the daylight Longfellow 24 Come live with me, and be my love

C. Mar. OTVE 73
Be wise to-day: 't is madness to defer Young 615 | Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song Shakespeare 655
Berond the smiling and the weeping H. Bonar 181 Come on, sir ; here's the place . Shukesfeare 326
Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy shies

Come, O thou Traveller unknown.

Chas. It'esey 270
Anonymous 266 Come, rest in this bosom

T. Moore

Bird of the wilderness

James Hoge 343 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Fergu on 424
Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean

Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 597

Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Plessings on thee, little man
Whittier 26

Beaumont and Fletcher 575
Blossom of the almond-trees

E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Shakespeare 224

Sir Ph. Sidney 575


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