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We go to rear a wall of men

On Freedom's southern line,
And plant beside the cotton-tree
The rugged Northern pine!

We're flowing from our native hills
As our free rivers flow;

The blessing of our Mother-land

Is on us as we go.

We go to plant her common schools,
On distant prairie swells,
And give the Sabbaths of the wild
The music of her bells.

1854.

Upbearing, like the Ark of old,

The Bible in our van,
We go to test the truth of God
Against the fraud of man.

No pause, nor rest, save where the streams
That feed the Kansas run,

Save where our Pilgrim gonfalon
Shall flout the setting sun!

We'll tread the prairie as of old
Our fathers sailed the sea,

And make the West, as they the East,
The homestead of the free!

VOL. III. 12

LETTER

FROM A MISSIONARY OF THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL

CHURCH SOUTH, IN KANSAS, TO A DISTINGUISHED POLITICIAN.

Safe at the Mission, via Westport; where
I tarried over night, to aid in forming
A Vigilance Committee, to send back,
In shirts of tar, and feather-doublets quilted
With forty stripes save one, all Yankee comers,
Uncircumcised and Gentile, aliens from
The Commonwealth of Israel, who despise
The prize of the high calling of the saints,
Who plant amidst this heathen wilderness
Pure gospel institutions, sanctified

By patriarchal use. The meeting opened

With prayer, as was most fitting. Half an hour, Or thereaway, I groaned, and strove, and wrestled, As Jacob did at Penuel, till the power

Fell on the people, and they cried 'Amen!' "Glory to God!" and stamped and clapped their hands;

And the rough river boatmen wiped their eyes; "Go it, old hoss!" they cried, and cursed the nig

Fulfilling thus the word of prophecy,

"Cursed be Cannan." After prayer, the meeting Chose a committee-good and pious men