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and lightning strokes, all earthly ills Which Heaven inflicts and trembling men abhor-- Fell bolts in God's red armory of wrath, With all your terrors in one stroke combined, Come! and in mercy blast the land with ruin Rather than we should see Columbia's plains Drenched in a crimson sea of fratricide, Lust, rapine, malice, treachery, revenge, The tall and crowning infamy of time.” I hear a passing bell — the muffled drum Rolls its sepulchral echoes on the night Which spreads across the sky the starless pall Of desolation. And upon my ear Falls the wild burden of a dismal song Like that of mocking fiends in revelry. Fiends who in the lurid gloom Of hell do ply the fatal loom, Weave a banner of despair For Columbia's tainted air. Like the boding raven's wing All the land overshadowing, In the murky woof embroider Darkness, death, and hell's disorder. On the fatal standard show Every form of guilt and woe-- Murder drinking deep of blood, Rolling round him like a flood, Faction's d
A Chapter of Rebel Outrages.--The deeds of Zollicoffer's hordes are as atrocious as any committed by the rebellious Sikhs in the British Indian war, and Nena Sahib is an angel of light and mercy compared to the confederate ruffians. In proof that this assertion is no exaggeration, Mr. W. M. Green, who was compelled to leave Jamestown, Russell County, and take refuge at Columbia, writes to us from the latter place that the counties of Clinton, Wayne, and Russell are completely overrun by the confederates. Their force consists of eleven regiments of infantry and about one thousand five hundred cavalry, with eight pieces of cannon, two of which are rifled twelve-pounders. The cavalry are ranging over the country, shooting down citizens or taking them prisoners, and taking possession of all the horses, cattle, hogs, and bedclothes. In some instances they have compelled Union men to pull off their coats and boots, that they might appropriate them. They have taken fourteen citize
81. the Defenders. by Thomas Buchanan Read. Our flag on the land and our flag on the ocean, An angel of peace wheresoever it goes-- Nobly sustained by Columbia's devotion. The angel of death it shall be to our foes! True to its native sky Still shall the eagle fly, Casting his sentinel glances afar-- Though bearing the olive branch, Still in his talons staunch Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war! Hark to the sound! there's a foe on our border-- A foe striding on to the gulf of his doom-- Freemen are rising and marching in order, Leaving the plough, and the anvil and loom. Rust dims the harvest sheen Of scythe and sickle keen, The axe sleeps in peace by the tree it would mar, Veteran and youth are out, Swelling the battle-shout, Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war. Our brave mountain-eagles swoop from the eyrie, Our little panthers leap from forest and plain; Out of the West flash the flames of the prairie, Out of the East roll the waves of the main. Down from their
Jefferson Davis (may his tribe decrease!) Awoke one night with ague in his knees; Seeing within the moonlight of his room A female form, resplendent as the moon; Columbia, writing in a book of gold. Exceeding brass had made the Davis bold, And to the presence in the room he said: “What writest thou?” The vision raised its head, And with a look all dignity and calm, Answered: “The names of those who love our Uncle Sam.” “And is mine one?” said Davis. “Nay, not so,” Replied Columbia. Davis spake more low, But clearly still, and said: “I pray thee, then, Write me the names of those who hate their fellowmen.” Columbia wrote and vanished. The next night She“Nay, not so,” Replied Columbia. Davis spake more low, But clearly still, and said: “I pray thee, then, Write me the names of those who hate their fellowmen.” Columbia wrote and vanished. The next night She came again, with her new list all right, And showed the names humanity detest, And lo! Jeff Da
ing their nation! Now they rise; one is ours--“the skull and cross bars ;” The other is Freedom's! the proud Stripes and Stars! Bang! bang! hear the roar! It sinks — it is o'er! Hurrah I here's success to bold Treason! And yet there are times, I frankly declare, When these triumphs much more resemble despair; And that flag which we saw just now in the skies, With memories haunts me — o'erflowing my eyes And could I return — nay, heed not, I pray, I wander in mind, knowing not what I say. Shout! shout! I implore, Louder still than before! Hurrah! here's success to bold Treason! Again yonder flag! sank it not 'neath the main? Behold, it is up — high as ever again! What means that acclaim? the plank. spar, and rope! Great God! they're for me 'tis the death-knell of hope! Adieu, friends — I choke — I strangle — I die! Hark, hark! to that deafening, triumphant cry: Fill, fill to the brim, Chant Columbia's hymn! Hurrah! here is death to bold Treason! --London Ameri
while sinking, in response to the call of their commanding officer, Lieut. Morris: Shall we give them a broadside as she goes? “Shall we give them a broadside, my boys, as she goes?” Shall we send yet another, to tell, In iron-tongued words, to Columbia's foes, How bravely her sons say “Farewell” ? Ay! what though we sink 'neath the turbulent wave, 'Tis with duty and right at the helm; And over the form should the fierce waters rave, No tide can the spirit o'erwhelm! For swift o'er the billowsl fearless all seen; Each man firm to duty doth bide; A flash! and a “broadside!” a shout! a careen! And the Cumberland sinks 'neath the tide. The “Star-Spangled Banner” still floating above, As a beacon upon the dark wave! Our ensign of glory, proud streaming in love, O'er the tomb of the “loyal and brave!” Bold hearts! mighty spirits! “tried gold” of our land! A halo of glory your meed! All honored, the noble-souled Cumberland band, So true in Columbia's need! Ne