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heir message to the impatient earth, And a nation rose, in its power and might, To prove that Virginia's heart was right; And every breast in that human tide, Throbs with a fuller, freer pride; Then a thousand voices they upraise, To shout forth Carolina's praise. Honor to Brave old Ruffin, to that true and faithful heart, The four-score years old patriot, who took the foremost part; But be the glory given, as to Carolina due, The bravest of the brave, and truest of the true, Oh, favored land,But unto Carolina be the glory evermore, For she hath done a bolder deed than e'er was done before. Aye, clothe her name with glory bright-- Around it throw a radiant light; For, oh! it is a glorious sight, This nation rising in the right; And Carolina well may claim The greatest, most unsullied name-- Brave, and magnanimous, and pure, Her fame will e'er remain, her power endure. Honor to them all — to each brave and gallant heart That manfully and earnestly will strive to do his part; But be
iled when came the bugle call, And laughed when tapped the drum. From cotton and from corn field, From desk and forum, too, From work bench and from anvil, came Our gallant boys and true! A hireling band had come to awe, Our chains to rivet fast; Yon lofty pile scowls on our homes, Seaward the hostile mast. But gallant freemen man our guns-- No mercenary host, Who barter for their honor's price, And of their baseness boast. Now came our stately matrons, And maidens, too, by scores; Oh! Carolina's beauty shone Like love-lights on her shores. See yonder, anxious gazing, Alone a matron stands, The tear drop glistening on each lid, And tightly clasped her hands. For there, exposed to deadly fire, Her husband and her son-- “Father,” she spoke, and heavenward look'd, “Father, thy will be done.” See yonder group of maidens, No joyous laughter now, For cares lie heavy on each heart, And cloud each anxious brow; For brothers dear and lovers fond, Are there amid the strife; Tearful
Epigram on South Carolina. O Carolina, sister, pray come back; Scorn not our flag, nor nightly talk of wars, Lest Uncle Sam, once fairly on your track, Should make you feel the stripes and see the stars. --N. Y. Sun, May 8.
simo, like me, would find it no great thing To gallop through the South, and whip the Chivalry, by Jing!” He said, the hero whose chief joy was hearing bullets whiz, And drew a red bandana forth, and wiped his warlike phiz; Around the room a stifled buzz of admiration went, When on his trembling knees arose the doughty President. “Now, by old Andrew Jackson's shade, and by the oaths he swore, And by his hickory stick, and by the thunder of his snore, And by the proud contempt he showed for Carolina gents, And English grammar,” quoth Old Abe, “them's jist my sentiments. Great Seward shall gull the Southrons, like a wily diplomat, With promises and flummery, with ‘tother, this and that; And I will launch a squadron forth, in secret, on the seas, And reinforce Fort Sumter with old horse, and bread and cheese. Poor Doubleday, that wretched man, whose appetite ne'er fails, Has been obliged, for three weeks now, to eat his finger nails, While underneath his very nose, the rebels sit and
Beauregard. In philologic vein, The thought came to my brain, That Beau Regard, in France, Means a “good countenance.” And then I tried, but missed, To give the thing a twist; Some joke to interlard On General Beauregard. At last, this quip I wrought, Out of the merry thought: How Beauregard was chosen To lead the Union's foes on. That Carolina's shame For her disloyal game, Might — in slang phrase — have “Gone it With a good face upon it.” --Vanity Fai
132. songs of the rebels. North Carolina call to arms. by Mrs. Willis L. Miller. air--The Old North State. Ye sons of Carolina, awake from your dreaming! The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming! Oh, wait not for argument, call, or persuasion, To meet at the onset this treacherous invasion! Defend, defend the old North State forever; Defend, defend the good old North State. Oh, think of the maidens, the wives, and the mothers! Fly ye to the rescue, sons, husbands, and brothers, And sink in oblivion all party and section; Your hearthstones are looking to you for protection! Defend, defend the old North State forever, &c. “Her name stands the foremost in Liberty's story!” Oh, tarnish not now her fame and her glory! Your fathers to save her their swords bravely wielded, And she never yet has to tyranny yielded. Defend, defend the old North State forever, &c. The babe in its sweetness, the child in its beauty, Unconsciously urge you to action and duty! By all that is sacred,
tered, Like the thunders of the sky: ”‘Neath the Stars and Stripes we'll rally, And for them we will die. Though the colors of the rebels Float on every Southern plain, We will tear them from the staff-head, And raise ‘the Stripes’ again. Though the enemies of Freedom Come forth in all their might, In the strength of God we'll meet them, And battle for the right. We will rally for our country, And for human freedom, too, And bravely meet the traitors ‘Neath the old Red, White, and Blue. ”The spirit of our fathers Revives in us to-day, For their valor and their courage Have not wholly died away; And the ingrate and the traitor Shall know their power again, Though the sands of Carolina Be covered with the slain. Though the blood of Northern freemen In sullen torrents flow, The valiant sons of Freedom Shall lay the traitors low.” For God, then, and your country-- For freeman and for slave-- Go, brothers, to the conflict! God bless the true and brave! Passaic, N. J. --N