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And whitening and brightening, Wildly he started, — for there in the heavens be-
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
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 ;
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,
To keep the virtues of Preserv-ed Fish.
Preserv-ed Fish, the Deacon stern and true,
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.
BY DR. OLIVER WENDELL H
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;
Turn we now to a
BY THOMAS BAILEY A-
The cricket quaintly sings;
And the shad in the river springs ;'.
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.
And Maud with her snowy breast;
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:
BY GENERAL GEORGE P. M-
Many years ago,
Blood-bought, you know.
As we 'd defend
Calling us friend !
From hill and vale;
Joy in the tale.
High-born and fair ;
Touch her who dare. The tone of this "anthem" not being devotional enough to suit the committee, it should be printed on an edition of linen-cambric handkerchiefs for ladies especially. Observe this
holy, let us die to
man free While and in man
Icha Hard Hone.
In the beauty of the blin bhrist was born и
across the sea,
With a glory
И As he died to make
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
“All quiet along the Potomac," they say
Mrs. E. L. Beers 381
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag . F.7. O'Brien 715
G Colman 728 | Along the frozen lake she comes Anonymous 518
RH Newell 274 | A man in many a country town we know G. Colman
Jane Taylor 673
And hast thou sought thy heavenly home D. M. Moir 191
And is the swallow gone? . . . Wm. Howitt 347
An exquisite invention this . .. . Leigh Hunt 67
W. Allston 27 Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!
O.W. Holmes 373
R. W. Emerson 319
A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. Geo. Crabbe 570
Anonymous 487 Arches on arches! as it were that Rome Byron 533
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
T. Dekker 419
C. D. Shanly 79
C. E. Norton 383
W. W. Fosdick 362
As, rising on its purple wing . . Byron 171 | Bobolink! that in the meadow. . Thos Hill
Breathes there the man with soul so dead Scott
7. R. Lowell 581 Bright portals of the sky . . Drummond
Thos. Davis 200
But all our praises why should lords engross?
T. B. Read
Anonymous 210 But now our quacks are gamesters Geo. Crabbe 600
Celia and I the other day . . Matt. Prior 85
Florence Percy 190 Cheeks as soft as July peaches. . W.C. Bennett 4
Child of the later days 1. . Anonymous 543
Children of God, who, faint and slow Bowdler
0. W'. Holmes 421
R. H. Dana 267
Come from my first, ay come! . . W. M. Praed gas
T. Moore 114 Come here, come here, and dwell Barry Cornwall 668
Thos. Davis 72
Shelley 30) Come, listen to me, you gallants so free Anonymous 496
Come, O thou Traveller unknown. Chas. W'esley 370
Anonymous 266 Come, rest in this bosom , . . T. Moore 70
Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 597
Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Beaumont and Fletcher 575
Sir Ph. Sidney 575