What's hallowed | ground? | where, | mourned and | missed,| The lips re- | pose our | love has | kissed, | But where's their | memory's | mansion? || Is't No! in our | selves their | souls ex- | ist, | A kiss can consecrate the ground! Where | mated | hearts are | mutual | bound: | Is hallowed down to | earth's pro- | found, | And up to heaven! | What hallows ground where | heroes | sleep? 771 'Tis not the sculptured | piles you | heap: In dews that heavens | far- | distant | weep, Their turf may | bloom; | Or genii | twine be- | neath the | deep | 1 1 Whose sword or | voice has | saved man- | kind—| And is he dead, whose | glorious | mind | Lifts | thine on | high? | To | live in | hearts we | leave be- | hind, | Is not to die. |17| Is't death to | fall for | freedom's | right? 11 Her drums! | and | rend | heaven's | reeking | space! ¦ The colors planted | face to face, The charging | cheer, | Though death's | pale | horse | lead on the | chase, Shall still be | dear. 17791 What's hallowed | ground? 'Tis | what gives | birth To sacred thoughts in | souls of | worth! || Peace, independence! || Truth, Earth's compass | round; | go | forth | | And your high | priesthood | shall make | earth | All | hallowed ground! || CAMPBELL. WHAT HAVE WE TO DO WITH SLAVERY? | | DOES any one | ask at this late | day, when the | | | giant wrong, which our fights for, | threatens to | strip us butes of freedom and hu- | manity, What have we to do | country legalizes and | of the | dearest | attri does any one | ask, with the in- | justice that ex- | ists, not here, but in an- | other | part of the | land? | I answer | freely, dis- | tinctly, Nothing. In | simple | justice right to have anything to do with it. right to stand guard | over it as we just lery. do em- phatically, | prejudices, | more | fatal than | muskets or ar- | tilWe have | no | right to sur- | render to it the sacred principle of | freedom of speech as we have done. We have | no | right to af- | ford it the | broad pro- | tection of our silence, as we | do. We have no | | right to al- | low it to | flourish in the | capital of the | nation, | as we do. We have no right to | aid in ex- | tending, and per- petuating, and | fighting for it, as, may | God have mercy upon us! | we are | doing. | As we are | doing all these | unjust | things, inter- | fering, most im- | pertinently, we are guilty of | with | things with We must | which we | have no | right to inter- | fere. | | turn over a | new | leaf, | and | learn, | hard as the | lesto mind | every one his | own | business. | what is our | business? Why, to do | son may justly. be, And It is what | God | specially re- | quires of to main- | tain free us, to cease from doing | evil; dom of speech, that | precious | thing, | | ¶ | out | which our civil se- | curity | is but | stubble, with- | which the | out- | bursting | fires of | violent | passions | may, at | moment, con- | sume; to guard the public | meanest of the | any let the of the | world, | land; to de- | stroy in- | justice of | all kinds, | and | voice of hu- | manity, the | swelling | key-note be heard, | pleading for the | right. |◄ business, || this the | just | thing which do, | every | man and woman of us, | This is the we | have to of which, and we as I surely as we are | here this | day, | must give an account. I caution you, | 0 | | men, as you would possess the | good which | God hath I showed you and | do what | he re- | quires, 17 take care how you | meddle any | longer, or countenance | others in meddling, with the in- | alienable | rights of That is inter- | ference with other your fellow men. men's | matters, who hold men and bought and sold. with | which | they are | chargeable | ▼ women as their | property It is an insult to our must come to an end, to be common hu- | manity. | It | and it | will; || let the | blood of the nation be | poured out | ever so | freely to perFor | God hath | showed thee, O | man, | petuate it. what is good, and what does | he re- quire of us, | but that we do | justly? | He has | written it in our | hearts, and his | providence is | bringing | out the di- | vine | hand-writing in | ever | clearer and | more | flaming characters, un- | til it shall | flash con- | viction on the | darkest | mind. FURNESS. THE OLD MAN'S SONG. Down to the vale | the water | steers; | How I merrily it goes! | 'Twill murmur | on a | thousand years, 1 And flow as | now it | flows. 1771 1 And here, on this de- | lightful | day, | I cannot choose but | think | How oft,a | vigorous | man, I | lay Be-side this | fountain | brink. My eyes are | dim with | childish | tears, | My heart is idly | stirred, | |