THE ENGLISHMAN. Julius Cæsar, the Roman, who yielded to no man, THERE's a land that bears a world-known name, Came by water, - he couldn't come by land ; Though it is but a little spot; And Dane, Pict, and Saxon, their homes turned I say 't is first on the scroll of fame, their backs on, And who shall aver it is not? And all for the sake of our island. Of the deathless ones who shine and live 0, what a snug little island ! In arms, in arts, or song, They 'd all have a touch at the island ! The brightest the whole wide world can give Some were shot dead, some of them fled, To that little land belong. And some stayed to live on the island. 'T is the star of earth, deny it who can, The island home of an Englishman. Then a very great war-man, called Billy the Nor man," There's a flag that waves o'er every sea, Cried, “Drat it, I never liked my land. No matter when or where; It would be much more handy to leave this And to treat that flag as aught but the free Normandy, Is more than the strongest dare. And live on your beautiful island." For the lion spirits that tread the deck Says he, “'T is a snug little island ; • Have carried the palm of the brave; Sha'n't us go visit the island ?” And that flag may sink with a shot-torn wreck, Hop, skip, and jump, there he was plump, But never float over a slave. And he kicked up a dust in the island. Its honor is stainless, deny it who can, And this is the flag of an Englishman. But party deceit helped the Normans to beat ; Of traitors they managed to buy land; There 's a heart that leaps with burning glow By Dane, Saxon, or Pict, Britons ne'er had been The wronged and the weak to defend ; licked, And strikes as soon for a trampled foe Had they stuck to the king of their island. As it does for a soul-bound friend. Poor Harold, the king of our island ! It nurtures a deep and honest love, He lost both his life and his island. The passions of faith and pride, That's all very true: what more could he And yearns with the fondness of a dove do? For the light of its own fireside. Like a Briton he died for his island ! 'T is a rich rough gem, deny it who can, And this is the heart of an Englishman. The Spanish armada set out to invade -- a, 'T will sure, if they ever come nigh land. The Briton may traverse the pole or the zone, They could n't do less than tuck up Queen Bess, And boldly claim his right; And take their full swing on the island. For he calls such a vast domain his own O the poor queen of the island ! That the sun never sets on his might. The Dons came to plunder the island; Let the haughty stranger seek to know But snug in her hive the queen was alive, The place of his home and birth, And “buzz” was the word of the island. And a flush will pour from cheek to brow While he tells his native earth. These proud puffed-up cakes thought to make For a glorious charter, deny it who can, ducks and drakes Is breathed in the words “ I'm an Englishman." | Of our wealth ; but they hardly could spy land, ELIZA COOK. | When our Drake had the luck to make their pride duck And stoop to the lads of the island ! THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND. The good wooden walls of the island ; Devil or Don, let them come on ; DADDY NEPTUNE, one day, to Freedom did say, And see how they 'd come off the island ! If ever I lived upon dry land, The spot I should hit on would be little Britain ! Since Freedom and Neptune have hitherto kept Says Freedom, “Why, that's my own island !" time, 0, it's a snug little island ! 1 In each saying, “This shall be my land" ; A right little, tight little island! Should the “Army of England,” or all it could Search the globe round, none can be found bring, land, So happy as this little island. We'd show 'em some play for the island. THO We'd fight for our right to the island; I The Genius of our clime From his pine-embattled steep While the Tritons of the deep claim. Then let the world combinė, - Like the Milky Way shall shine Bright in fame! Though ages long have past 'T is clear they consider we've something worth Since our Fathers left their home, Their pilot in the blast, O'er untravelled seas to roam, | Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And though 't will be nothing uncommon to And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame Which no tyranny can tame By its chains ? While the language free and bold" in !. Which the Bard of Avon sung, So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given, In which our Milton told Here 's England forever, huzza ! How the vault of heaven rung Here's a health to our tars on the wide ocean When Satan, blasted, fell with his host; ranging, While this, with reverence meet, Perhaps even now some broadsides are exchang Ten thousand echoes greet, ing, From rock to rock repeat Round our coast ; While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, So fill, fill your glasses, etc. Still cling around our hearts, — Between let Ocean roll, On that throne where once Alfred in glory was Our joint communion breaking with the Sun : seated, Yet still from either beach Long, long may our king by his people be greeted; The voice of blood shall reach, 0, to guard him we 'll be of one mind! More audible than speech, “We are One." May religion, law, order, be strictly defended, WASHINGTON ALLSTON. And continue the blessings they first were in. tended, AMERICA. Yet lovely in thy youthful grace! The elder dames, thy haughty peers, Admire and hate thy blooming years; With words of shame And taunts of scorn they join thy name. For on thy cheeks the glow is spread That tints thy morning hills with red ; For thou with magic might Thy step, -- the wild deer's rustling feet Within thy woods are not more fleet; Thy hopeful eye Is bright as thine own sunny sky. ANONYMOUS. Ay, let them rail, those haughty ones, A world is thy realm ; for a world be thy laws, While safe thou dwellest with thy sons. Enlarged as thine empire, and just as thy cause ; They do not know how loved thou art, On Freedom's broad basis that empire shall rise, How many a fond and fearless heart Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies. Would rise to throw Its life between thee and the foe. Fair Science her gates to thy sons shall unbar, And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star, They know not, in their hate and pride, New bards and new sages unrivalled shall soar What virtues with thy children bide, — To fame unextinguished when time is no more ; How true, how good, thy graceful maids To thee, the last refuge of virtue designed, Make bright, like flowers, the valley shades; Shall fly from all nations the best of mankind ; What generous men Here grateful to heaven, with transport shall bring Spring, like thine oaks, by hill and glen ; Their incense, more fragrant than odors of spring. What cordial welcomes greet the guest Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend, By thy lone rivers of the west ; And genius and beauty in harmony blend; How faith is kept, and truth revered, The graces of form shall awake pure desire, And man is loved, and God is feared, And the charms of the soul ever cherish the fire ; In woodland homes, Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refined, And where the ocean border foams. And virtue's bright image, enstamped on the mind, With peace and soft rapture shall teach life to There's freedom at thy gates, and rest glow, For earth's down-trodden and opprest, And light up a smile on the aspect of woe. A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer toil and bread. Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display, Power, at thy bounds, The nations admire, and the ocean obey ; Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold, And the east and the south yield their spices and O fair young mother ! on thy brow gold. Shall sit a nobler grace than now. As the dayspring unbounded thy splendor shall Deep in the brightness of thy skies, flow, The thronging years in glory rise, And earth's little kingdoms before thee shall bow, And, as they fleet, While the ensigns of union, in triumph unfurled, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Hush the tumult of war, and give peace to the Thine eye, with every coming hour, world. Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; | Thus, as down a lone valley, with cedars o'erAnd when thy sisters, elder born, spread, Would brand thy name with words of scorn, From war's dread confusion, I pensively strayed, Before thine eye | The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired ; Upon their lips the taunt shall die. The winds ceased to murmur, the thunders expired; And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung : “ Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies.* COLUMBIA, Columbia, to glory arise, TIMOTHY DWIGHT. SONG OF MARION'S MEN. Our leader frank and bold ; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told. Our fortress is the good greenwood, As seamen know the sea; Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green- / sodded acres Of the plain ; And louder, louder, louder, cracked the black gunpowder, Cracking amain! Now like smiths at their forges Cannoneers ; Round their ears; Storm-drift, clangor On our flanks. ioned fire Then the old-fashioned colonel Powder-cloud ; Trumpet loud. Bullets flew, the leaden • Rifle-breath; And rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six-pounder, Hurling death! GUY HUMPHREY MCMASTER. When strive the warriors of the storm, To guard the banner of the free, The harbingers of victory! And cowering foes shall shrink beneath That lovely messenger of death. By angel hands to valor given, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? THE AMERICAN FLAG. Whex Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, And set the stars of glory there! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. Majestic monarch of the cloud ! Who rear’st aloft thy regal form, To hear the tempest-trumpings loud, And see the lightning lances driven, THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. O SAY, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, |