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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
We'd give them enough of the island ;

From his pine-embattled steep
Invaders should just — bite once at the dust, Shall hail the guest sublime ;
But not a bit more of the island.

While the Tritons of the deep
THOMAS DIBDIN. With their conchs the kindred league shall pro-

claim.

Then let the world combinė, -
THE LAND, BOYS, WE LIVE IN.' O'er the main our naval line

Like the Milky Way shall shine
FROM "THE MYRTLE AND THE VINE.”

Bright in fame!
SINCE our foes to invade us have long been pre-
paring,

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,
sharing,

O'er untravelled seas to roam,
And for that mean to visit our shore ;
It behooves us, however, with spirit to meet 'em,

| 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
beat 'em,

Which no tyranny can tame
We must try how they 'll take it once more :
So fill, fill your glasses, be this the toast given,

By its chains ?
Here's England forever, the land, boys, we live

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
We'll on shipboard and join in the fight;

Round our coast ;
And when with the foe we are firmly engaging,
Till the fire of our guns lulls the sea in its raging,

While the manners, while the arts,
On our country we 'll think with delight.

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,
In union the nation to bind !
So fill, fill your glasses, etc.

AMERICA.
O MOTHER of a mighty race,

Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN.

The elder dames, thy haughty peers,

Admire and hate thy blooming years;
ALL hail ! thou noble land,

With words of shame
Our Fathers' native soil !

And taunts of scorn they join thy name.
O, stretch thy mighty hand,
Gigantic grown by toil,

For on thy cheeks the glow is spread
O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore !

That tints thy morning hills with red ; For thou with magic might

Thy step, -- the wild deer's rustling feet
Canst reach to where the light

Within thy woods are not more fleet;
Of Phæbus travels bright

Thy hopeful eye
The world o'er !

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
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

expired;
Perfumes, as of Eden, flowed sweetly along,

And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung :
COLUMBIA.

“ Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,

The queen of the world, and the child of the skies.* COLUMBIA, Columbia, to glory arise,

TIMOTHY DWIGHT.
The queen of the world, and child of the skies !
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.

SONG OF MARION'S MEN.
Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time,
Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime ; OUR band is few, but true and tried,
Let the crimes of the east ne'er encrimson thy name,

Our leader frank and bold ;
Be freedom and science and virtue thy fame.

The British soldier trembles

When Marion's name is told.
To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire ;

Our fortress is the good greenwood,
Whelm nations in blood, and wrap cities in fire ; Our tent the cypress-tree;
Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend, We know the forest round us,
And triumph pursue them, and glory attend.

As seamen know the sea;

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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
Worked the red St. George's

Cannoneers ;
And the “ villanous saltpetre"
Rung a fierce, discordant metre

Round their ears;
As the swift

Storm-drift,
With hot sweeping anger, came the horseguards' |

clangor

On our flanks.
Then higher, higher, higher, burned the old-fash-

ioned fire
Through the ranks !

Then the old-fashioned colonel
Galloped through the white infernal

Powder-cloud ;
And his broad sword was swinging,
And his brazen throat was ringing

Trumpet loud.
Then the blue

Bullets flew,
And the trooper-jackets redden at the touch of

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,
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, -
Child of the Sun! to thee 't is given

To guard the banner of the free,
To hover in the sulphur smoke,
To ward away the battle-stroke,
And bid its blendings shine afar,
Like rainbows on the cloud of war,

The harbingers of victory!
Flag of the brave ! thy folds shall fly,
The sign of hope and triumph high!
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on,
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet,
Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn
To where thy sky-born glories burn,
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
And when the cannon-mouthings loud
Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud,
And gory sabres rise and fall
Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall,
Then shall thy meteor glances glow,

And cowering foes shall shrink beneath
Each gallant arm that strikes below

That lovely messenger of death.
Flag of the seas ! on ocean wave
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave ;
When death, careering on the gale,
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And frighted waves rush wildly back
Before the broadside's reeling rack,
Each dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look at once to heaven and thee,
And smile to see thy splendors fly
In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Flag of the free heart's hope and home,

By angel hands to valor given,
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,

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,
She tore the azure robe of night,

And set the stars of glory there!
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure, celestial white
With streakings of the morning light,
Then, from his mansion in the sun,
She called her eagle-bearer down,
And gave into his mighty hand
The symbol of her chosen land !

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,

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