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 noi 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 NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY GENERAL GEORGE P. M 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 history, beside touching the youthful heart with an emotion pitat. ing for all. We close the list with the following: In the days that tried our fathers, Many years ago, Our fair land achieved her freedom, Blood-bought, you know. Shall we not defend her ever, As we 'd defend That fair maiden, kind and tender, Calling us friend ? NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY R. H. STOD BEHOLD the flag! Is it not a flag? Deny it, man, if you dare ! And midway spread 'twixt earth and sky It hangs like a written prayer. Yes! Let all the echoes answer, 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-cairbric handkerchiefs for ladies especially, Observe this Would impious hand of foe disturb Its memories' holy spell, And blight it with a dew of blood ? Ha, tr-r-aitor! .... It is well. R. H. NEWELL. (ORPHEUS C. KERR) In this beauty of the Clis Christ was born across the sea, With im his borone that transpuns you glory a 을 mei И As he died to make more hely, let us die to 슈 inha Hand Hone. mo And in marching INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 513 388 . 78 Page Page G. Massey 16 "All quiet along the Potomac,” they say Mrs. E. L. Beers 381 Peter Pindar 739 R, Buchanan 247 Shakespeare 615 Anonymous 420 All thoughts, all passions, all desights Coleridge SI Aloft upon an old basaltic crag F. 7. O'Brien 715 G. Colman 728 Along the frozen lake she comes Anonymous Thackeray 45 R.H. Newell 774 A man in many a country town we know G. Colman 740 Doddridge 284 W. P. Palmer 25 Martin Luther 271 143 A milkmaid, who poised a full pail 7. Taylor 671 Thos. Pringle 231 A moment, then, Lord Marmiou stayed Scott Alice Carey 16 R. Herrick 577 A monk, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er Scott Jane Taylor 673 And hast thou sought thy heavenly home D. M. Moir 191 31 W m. Howitt 347 253 And is this -- Yarrow? This the stream Wordstvorth 330 Ch1s. Wesley 285 57 And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed Pope 561 116 Horace Smith 542 Sir T. Wyatt 150 An exquisite invention this. Leigh Hunt 67 0. W. Holmes 373 Shelley 380 Announced by all the trumpets of the sky 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 79 456 Wordsworth 14 R. Barnfield 349 C. E. Norton 383 W. Allston 444 A song for the plant of my own native West W.W. Fosdick 362 . . Ah, yes, II . 200 450 210 719 4 729 . As, rising on its purple wing Byron 171 Thos Hill 345 108 Breathes there the man with soul so dead Scott 429 Drummond 277 Thos. Davis R. Herrick 593 Bring forth the horse !” the horse was brought Byron 505 Shakespeare 130 440 Miss Mulock 175 R. W. Emerson 354 V. Boni ne 612 But all our praises why should lords engross? Pope 710 But Enoch yearned to see her face again Tennyson 166 590 Chas. Mackay 592 But happy they! the happiest of their kind Thomson 125 571 But I remember, when the fight was done 596 Shakespeare 387 301 But look! o'er the fall see the angler stand Chas. Swain T.B. Read 520 Anonymous But now our quacks are gamesters Geo. Crabbe 600 Goldsmith 137 C. G. Fenner 474 “But why do you go?" said the lady E. B. Browning 131 Cunningh ım 478 Calm is the morn without a sound Tennyson 182 Mrs. Hemans 177 Shakespeare 160 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater Anser's Melodies 763 Theo. Tilton Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pirdar 738 Burns 72 Celia and I the other day Matt. Prior 85 W. C. Bennett 4 Child of the later days !. Anonymous 543 283 Thackeray 608 Longfellow 550 Clasp me a little longer on the brink Campbell 151 0. W. Holmes 421 W'atts 284 Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Byron Boker 385 Wordsworth 570 Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise T. Dwight 445 R. H. Newell 775 Come, all ye jolly shepherds . James Hogs L. E. Landon 9 R. H. Dana 267 0. W. Holmes 733 W. M. Pracd 708 Come from my first, ay come ! T. Moore 114 Come here, come here, and dwell Barry Cornwall 668 R. H. Dana 519 747 Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go ! 109 Come in the evening, or come in the morning Thos. Davis 72 W.C. Bryant 361 Shelley 309. Come, listen to me, you gallants so free Anonymous 496 my love C. Marlowe 73 Come, O thou Traveller unknown. Chas. Wesey 270 T. Moore 71 James Hoge 343 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 424 Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 597 Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Beaumont and Fletcher 575 E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace Sir Ph. Sidney 575 . 173 451 82 Believe me, . . . 40 . . . 228 Come then, my friend ! my genius! come along Fair pledges of a fruitful tree R. Herrick 361 31 Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi.god Shakespeare W.C. Bryant 97 717 False world, thou ly'st ; thou canst not lend F. Quarles 612 Byron 149 Milton Shakespeare 237 T. Moore 197 Farewell! if ever fondest prayer Byron 149 239 G. H. Boker 449 Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing Shakespeare 150 572 Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean A. Ramsay 148 530 Pope 26) 0.W. Holmes 739 Father! thy wonders do not singly stand Jones Very 266 Shakespeare 190 Fear not, O little flock ! the foe (Transl.) M. Altenburg 346 525 E. B. Brosuning 113 Lord Strangford) Camoens Burns 329 Fox). Martin Luther 254 "Fly to the desert, Ay' with me T. Moore 68 105 For aught that ever I could read Shakespeare 158 479 Punch 764 439 Tennyson 183 Fresh from the fountains of the wood 7. H. Bryant 657 Mont romery 32 24 Whittier Words orth 330 Philostratus 608 From the desert I come to thee. Bayard Taylor 71 P. Fletcher 259 From the recesses of a lowly spirit 7. Bowring 278 Burns Shakespeare 656 Anonymous 93 Full knee deep lies the winter snow Tennyson 619 Barry Cornwall 339 R. Herrick 617 Gay, guiltless pair C. Sprague 347 H. Fielding 60 Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme C Dibdin 489 232 133 Burns 79 "Git oot wid the', Jwohnny' Anonymous 106 John Keats 629 Give me my scallop-shell of quiet Sir W. Raleigh 252 R. W. Emerson 614 Give me three grains of corn, mother Miss Edwards 458 Lord Surrey 41 294 7. G. Saxe 742 7. R. Lorvell 102 Anonymous 46 God might have bade the earth bring forth Mary Howitt 370 11 316 . |