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Let the song of the ransomed remember the dead,
O'er the bones of the bold
Be that story long told, And on Fame's golden tablets their triumphs enrolled, Who on Freedom's green hills Freedom's banner unfurled, And the beacon-fire raised that gave light to the world!
11. They are gone — mighty men !- and they sleep in their fame;
Shall we ever forget them? O, never! no, never ! Let our sons learn from us to embalm each great name, And the anthem send down, - " Independence forever!”
Wake, wake, heart and tongue !
Keep the theme ever young;
LXII. - OUR NATIONAL EXISTENCE.
The following spirited remarks are from an address to the graduating class of Columbia College, New York city, 1861, by Charles King, President of that institution. The Latin motto E pluribus unum, means “ of many one,” that is, one composed of many.
See in Index, ANARCHICAL, ISSUE, SWORD, KING.
1. LIFE is real, life is earnest, to all and at all times; but at the particular juncture at which it is your fortune to be called to act, it is more than usually real and earnest, — and it is this exceptional condition of affairs that seems to demand from me at this time a plain and frank expression of opinion, as to matters 'concerning which it is criminal not to have an opinion, and cowardly not to express it when fitting occasion offers.
2. You put on the garment of manhood, and assume its obligations in the midst of the most wanton, wicked, unprovoked, and unpardonable rebellion that has been witnessed in the annals of the human race. It has no parallel but in the rebellion of the fallen angels; and it has the same source, — disappointed ambition and malignant hate.
3. Against the most beneficent government, the most equal laws, and a system carrying within itself a recognized and peaceful mode of adjusting every real or imaginary wrong or hardship, a portion of the people of the United States — without a single wrong specified on the part of the national government — have risen in rebellion against it, robbing its treasuries, and even its hospitals; firing upon and treading under foot the flag of our country; and menacing its capital with armed hordes.
4. Honor, loyalty, truth, stood aghast for a while in- · credulously in the presence of this enormous crime ; but when Sumter fell, the free people of this nation rose, — yes ! rose as no like uprising has been witnessed · before, — and now who shall stay the avenging arm ? Who, with traitor lips shall talk of compromise, or with shaking knees clamor for peace ? Compromise with what ? — peace with whom?
5. It is no question of this or that system of policy, - it is a question of existence. To be or not to be, it is all there. There is no such thing as half being and half not being. Either we are a nation, or a band of anarchical outlaws; - a grand continental AngloSaxon republic, such as our fathers made, one and in divisible, e plūribus unum, under a constitution equal for all and supreme over all, — or an accidental assem. blage of petty, jealous, barbarous, warring tribes, who acknowledge no law but the sword, and from among whom the sword will not depart.
6. My young friends, you enter upon life at the very moment this great question is under the issue of war.
Shrink not back from it. It must be decided now and forever. The baleful doctrine of secession must be finally and absolutely renounced. The poor quibble of double allegiance must be disavowed. An American — and not a New Yorker, nor a Virginian — is the noble title by which we are to live, and which you, my young friends, must, in your respective spheres, contribute to make live, however it may cost in blood and money.
7. Go forth, then, my friends, — go forth as citizens of the great continental American republic, — to which your first, your constant, your latest hopes in life should attach, - and abating no jot of obedience to municipal, or State authority within the respective limits of each,
- bear yourselves always, and everywhere, as Ameri-anturaja cans, -as fellow-countrymen of Adams, and Ellsworth, underbo " and Jay, and Patterson, and Carroll, and Washington, al finance and Pinckney, - as heirs of the glories of Bunker Hill
and Saratoga, and Monmouth and Yorktown, and is enormes Eutaw Springs and New Orleans, — and suffer no Chip of the traitor hordes to despoil you of such rich inheritance, Pas best or of so grand and glorious a country!
LXIII. - THE SONG OF THE FORGE.
See in Index, ARMADA, COLTER Or COULTER, PLOW or PLOUGH, SAUNTER, SWORD, BANNOCKBURN, LEONIDAS, MARSTON, NILE, TYROL.
Pronounce ea in HEARTH as in heart (though in the poem, erroneously made to rhyme with birth); E'ER, as if air; HEAVEN, hev'n (as if in one syllable); the o in FORGE long (see ý 11).
Delivery. A good and effective reading exercise for a class may be made by throwing this piece, as we have here done, into the dialogue form, marking a portion of it for simultaneous utterance by all. The First Speaker should stand apart from the rest, or he may be personated by the teacher, and should regulate, by a motion of his hand, the time of the words marked for All.
AU. Clang, clang!
Le triang from &
First Voice. A hundred hammers swing:-
AU. Clang, clang!
First Voice. Say, brothers of the dusky brow, What are your strong arms forging now?
All. Clang, clang! We forge the colter now.
Second Voice. The colter of the kindly plow.
The most benignant soil.
Third Voice. Our colter's course shall be
By many a streamlet's silver tide;
Along the green hill's side.
· When to the valleys from the brow
We bless, we bless the plow !
First Voice. Again, my mates, what glows
All. Clink, clank ! — we forge the giant CHAIN Which bears the gallant vessel's strain
'Mid stormy winds and adverse tides. Fifth Voice. Secured by this, the good ship braves The rocky roadstead, and the waves
Which thunder on her sides. Anxious no more, the merchant sees The mist drive dark before the breeze,
The storm-cloud on the hill ; Calmly he rests, though far away
În boisterous climes his vessels lie,
Reliant on our skill.
By stormy Labrador ?
The crashing broadside makes reply ?
For death or victory?
Dark brothers of the forge, beneath
The furnace's red breath ?
And brilliant, of bright sparks, is poured
As our hammers forge ... the swORD !
Upon the freeman's thigh 't is bound,
The war-drum rolls, the trumpets sound, -
Ninth Voice. Whenever for the truth and right