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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 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
BY THE HON. EDWARD ES, OF BOSTON.
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 dancing,
Yet, thanks to saving Grace and Washington,
Her incubus was from her bosom hurled ;
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,
To keep the virtues of Preserv-ed Fish.
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
BY H. W. L, OF CAMBRIDGE.
BY DR. OLIVER WENDELL HS
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
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
BY GENERAL GEORGE P. M
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.
And Maud with her snowy breast ;
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
BY R. H. STOD
Yes! Let all the echoes answer,
From hill and vale ;
Joy in the tale.
High-born and fair ;
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,
R. H. NEWELI..
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.
In this beauty of the blin Christ was born
across the eca, in his borone that transpuns you
With a glory
as he died to make mone holy, khiusdie to
fee While and is ma
marching Inha hand Hone.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
All in our marriage garden
All in the Downs the tieet was moored John Gay
"All quiet along the Potomac," they say
Mrs. E. L. Beers 381
R. Buchanan 247
Anonymous 420 All thoughts, all passions, all delights Coleridge
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag F. 7. O'Brien 715
654 Although I enter not
A mighty fortress is our God (Translation of F. H.
W, P. Palmer 25
Martin Luther 271
A milkmaid, who poised a full pail 7. Taylor
Thos. Pringle 231 A moment, then, Lord Marmion stayed Scott
Jane Taylor 673
And hast thou sought thy heavenly home D. M. Moir 191
IV. H witt 347
Chrs. W'esley 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
380 | Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
R. W. Emerson 319
A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. Geo. Crabbe
Anonymous 487 Arches on arches! as it were that Rome Byron 533
Art thou a thing of mortal birth John Wilson 590
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
C. D. Shanly 79
G. Colman 742 As by the shore, at break of day T. Moore
R. Barnfield 349
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers
C. E. Norton 383
444 A song for the plant of my own native West
IV. W. Fosdick 362
As, rising on its purple wing
Breathes there the man with soul so dead Scott
593 Bring forth the horse !” the horse was brought
Buried to-day :
Miss Mulock 175
R. I'. Emerson 354
V. Bourne 612
But all our praises why should lords engross?
But Enoch yeamed to see her face again Tennyson 166
571 But I remember, when the fight was done
But look! o'er the fall see the angler stand
T. B. Read
Anonymous But now our quacks are gamesters Geo. Crabbe 600
C. G. Fenner 474 “But why do you go?" said the lady E. B. Browning 131
Cunningham 478 Calm is the morn without a sound Tennyson 182
Mrs. Homans 177
Shukespeare 160 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater Anser's
Teo. Tilton 4 Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pindar 738
Celia and I the other day
Mati. Prior 85
Cheeks as soft as July peaches W.C. Bennett 4
R. Browning 203
Children of God, who, faint and slow Bowdler
0. W. Holmes 421
l'ordscvorth 570 Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise T. Dwigh! 445
R. H. Vesvell 775
Come, all ye jolly shepherds . James Hogg 82
L. E. Landon
Come, brother, turn with me from pining thought
RH. Dana 267
0. W. Holmes 733
Come from my first, ay come !
W. A1. Praed 708
114 i Come here, come here, and dwell Barry Cornwall 668
T. Hood. 747 Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go ! R. H. Dana
109 , Come in the evening, or come in the morning
W.C. Bryant 361
C. Mar. OTVE 73
Come, O thou Traveller unknown.
Chas. It'esey 270
James Hoge 343 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Fergu on 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, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace
Sir Ph. Sidney 575