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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 foundering;


Two objections are in the way of the acceptance of this anthera Dividing and gliding and sliding,

by the committee: in the first place, it is not an anthem at all ; sec. And falling and brawling and sprawling,

ondly, it is a gross plagiarism from an old Sclavonic war-song of the

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,

BY THE HON. EDWARD E-, OF BOSTON. 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,

On the great path that to her greatness led ; Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,

Her temple's propylon was shatter-ed ; 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 curled 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. To set such ping,

an "anthem" to music would require a Wagner ; and even 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 Wclashing; 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.

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,

hen the whol land were lost indeed in night.

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

Hence the above must be rejected.

Here we have a very curious

We now come to a



BY H. W.



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 " could only be sung by a

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

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The little brown squirrel hops-in the corn,

The cricket quaintly sings;
The emerald pigeon nods his head,

And the shad in the river springs ;'.
The dainty sunflower hangs its head

On the shore of the summer sea ; And better far that I were dead,

If Maud did not love me.

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

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.
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 Ten. nyson. 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 his. tory, beside touching the youthful heart with an emotion palpitating 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,

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A baby was sleeping . . Samuel Lover 7 All in our marriage garden . G. Massey 16
A barking sound the shepherd hears Wordsworth 211 All in the Downs the fleet was moored John Gay145
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !)

“All quiet along the Potomac," they say
Leigh Hunt 582

Mrs. E. L. Beers 381
A brace of sinners for no god . Peter Pindar 739 All that is like a dream . . . R. Buchanan 247
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun John Wilson 593 All the world 's a stage. . . Shakespeare 615
A country life is sweet! . . . Anonymous 420 All thoughts, all passions, all delights Coleridge 81
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 518
A dew-drop came, with a spark of flame Anonymous 654 | Although I enter not . . , Thackeray 45
A diagnosis of our history proves

RH Newell 274 | A man in many a country town we know G. Colman
Adieu, adieu, my native shore'. Byron 148 Amazing, beauteous change!

Doddridge 284
Adieu, adieu ! our dream of love . T.K. Hervey 145 A mighty fortress is our God (Translation of F. H.
A district school, not far awa) . W. P. Palmer 25 Hedge) . . . . Martin Luther 271
Ae fond kiss and then we sover, Burns 143 A milkmaid, who poised a full pail 7. Taylor 671
Afar in the desert I love to ride . Thos. Pringle 231 A moment, then, Lord Marmion stayed Scott 388
A fellow in a market-town . . . Peter Pindar 740 Among the beautiful pictures . . Alice Carey 16
A fiend once met a humble man Rev. Mr. Maclellan 418 Among thy fancies tell me this. R. Herrick 78
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by Wordsworth 577 A monk, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er
A footstep struck her ear . . Scott

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

And hast thou sought thy heavenly home D. M. Moir 191
Pope's Iliad 31

And is the swallow gone? . . . Wm. Howitt 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. Sedley 42 | And let this feeble body fail . . Chis. Wesley 285
Ah! do not wanton with those eyes Ben Jonson 57 And now, unveiled, the toilet stånds displayed
Ah, how sweet it is to love ! . . Dryden 56

I Pope

Ah ! little they know of true happiness Mac-Carthy 425 | And on her lover's arm she leant Tennyson 116
Ah! my heart is weary waiting . . Mac-Carthy 305 And there two runners did the sign abide Wm. Morris 83
Ah, 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 67

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

O.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 . . . Shelley 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 570

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

T. Dekker 419
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 456
Alice was a chieftain's daughter. . Mac-Carthy 123 A simple child . . . . . Wordsworth 14
A little in the doorway sitting . . T. Burbidge II 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 378

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 bail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores !

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






As, rising on its purple wing . . Byron 171 | 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 108
As slow our ship her foamy track. T. Moore 148 Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen James Hoge 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 . . Drummond
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 200
A sweet disorder in the dress . . R. Herrick 593 “ Bring forth the horse !" the horse was brought
As when, on Carmel's sterile steep . 7. H. Bryant 450


At Amathus, that from the southern side Wm. Morris 88 Brutus, my lord . . . . . . Shakespeare 139
At Bannockburn the English lay Burns 440 Buried to-day . . . . . Miss Mulock 175
At early dawn I marked them in the sky Montgomery 352 Burly, dozing humble-bee! . R. W. Emerson 354
A thousand miles from land 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 Halieck 450


A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt Tennyson 116, But Enoch yearned to see her face again Tennyson
At Paris it was, at the opera there Bulaver-Lytton 170 But Fortune, like some others of her sex Halleck 590
A traveller through a dusty road Chas.Mackay 592 | But happy they ! the happiest of their kind <
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still

Beattie 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 301 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 210 But now our quacks are gamesters Geo. Crabbe 600
Awake! -- the starry midvight hour Barry Cornwall 68 But where to find that happiest spot below
A wanderer, Wilson, from my native land T. Hood 719


Away! away! through the sightless air G. W Cutter 654 But who the melodies of morn can tell? Beattie
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 . . Cunninghum 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. Hemans 177
Ay, but I know . . . . . Shakespeare 160 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater Anser's
A youth named Rhæcus . .
. R. Lowell 642

Melodies 763
Baby Bye . . . . . . Theo. 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 . . Burns 72
Back in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane Newell 774 | Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! G. A. Stevens 482
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight

Celia and I the other day . . Matt. Prior 85

Florence Percy 190 Cheeks as soft as July peaches. . W.C. Bennett 4
Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe ! Anonymous 173

Child of the later days 1. . Anonymous 543
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead. . R. Browning 203

Children of God, who, faint and slow Bowdler
Beautiful ! Sir, you may say so . F. B. Harle 765 Christmas is here . . . . Thackeray 608
Beautiful, sublime, and glorious. . B. Burton 471 Clang, clang ! the massive anvils ring Anonymous 423
Beautiful was the night. . . Longfellow 550 Clasp me a little longer on the brink Campbell 151
Because I breathe not love to everie one Sir l'h. 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. Watts 294 Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Byron

Before proud Rome's imperial throne B. Barton 459 Close his eyes ; his work is done! Boker
Behold her single in the field . . Il'ordsworth 570 Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise T. Dwight 445
Behold the flag! Is it not a flag? RH. Vewell 775 Come, all ye jolly shepherds . . James Hoge 82
Behold the sea . . . . R. W. Emerson 625 Come back, come back together. . L. E. Landon 9
Behold the young, the rosy Spring (Translation of Come, brother, turn with me from pining thought.
Thomas Moore) . . . Anacreon 309

R. H. Dana 267
ehold this ruin ! 'T was a skull . Anonymous 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. M. Praed gas

T. Moore 114 Come here, come here, and dwell Barry Cornwall 668
Ben Battle was a soldier bold . . 7. Hood. 747 | Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go! R. H. Danu 519
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.y. Leyden 299

Thos. Davis 72
Beneath this stony roof reclined Thos. W'arton 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 30) 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. Marowe 73
Be wise to-day: 't is madness to defer Young 615 Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song Sha.
Beyond the smiling and the weeping H. Bonar 181 Come on, sir : here's the place. ShirkesAcar 326
Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies

Come, O thou Traveller unknown. Chas. W'esley 370

Anonymous 266 Come, rest in this bosom , . . T. Moore 70
· Bird of the wilderness . . . James Hogg 343 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 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
Blessings on thee, little man . . Whittier 26

Beaumont and Fletcher 575
Blossom of the almond-trees . . E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, 0 Sleep, the certain knot of peace
Blow, blow, thou winter wind . Shakespeare 224

Sir Ph. Sidney 575


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