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And whitening and brightening, Wildly he started, for there in the heavens be-
And quivering and shivering,

fore him
And hurrying and skurrying,

Fluttered and flew the original star-spangled And thundering and floundering ;


Two objections are in the way of the acceptance of this anthem Dividing and gliding and sliding,

by the committee : in the first place, it is not an anthem at all ; sec.

ondly, it is a gross plagiarism írom an old Sclavonic war-song of the And falling and brawling and sprawling,

primeval ages. And driving and riving and striving,

Next we quote from a
And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling,

And sounding and bounding and rounding,
And bubbling and troubling and doubling,
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,
Delaying and straying and playing and spraying, Her temple's propylon was shattered ;

On the great path that to her greatness led; Advancing and prancing and glancing and dan

Yet, thanks to saving Grace and Washington, cing,

Her incubus was from her bosom hurled ;
Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,
And gleaming and streaming and steaming and

And, rising like a cloud-dispelling sun,

She took the oil with which her hair was curled beaming,

To And rushing and flushing and brushing and gush

the “hub” round which revolves the grease

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 inusic would require a Wagner; and eren 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 W clashing; 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, And this way the water comes down at Lodore.

To keep the virtues of Preserv-ed Fish.
Preserv-ed Fish, the Deacon stern and true,
Told our New England what her sons should do ;

And, should they swerve from loyalty and right,

Then the whole land were lost indeed in night.

The sectional bias of this "anthem "renders it unsuitable for use RECEIVED RESPONSE TO AN ADVERTISED in that small margin of the world situated outside of New England.

We now come to a



Hence the above must be rejected.

Here we have a very curious


BY H. W.



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, 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;

The committee must not be blamed for rejecting the above after

Turn we now to a



SOURCE immaterial of material naught,

Focus of light infinitesimal, Sum of all things by sleepless Nature wrought,

Of which abnormal man is decimal.

Refract, in prism immortal, from thy stars

To the stars blent incipient on our flag, To beam translucent, neutrifying death,

And raise to immortality “the rag." This "anthem" was greatly praised by a celebrated German scholar, but the coinmittee will feel obliged to reject it on account of its too childish simplicity.

Here we have a



The sun sinks softly to his evening post,

The sun swells grandly to his morning crown; Yet not a star our flag of heaven has lost,

And not a sunset stripe with him goes down.

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



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 ?

Yes! Let all the echoes answer,

From hill and vale;
Yes! Let other nations hearing,

Joy in the tale.
Our Columbia is a lady,

High-born and fair ;
We have sworn allegiance to her,

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


BY N. P. W

ONE hue of our flag is taken

From the cheeks of my blushing pet,
And its stars beat time and sparkle

Like the studs on her chemisette.

Its blue is the ocean shadow

That hides in her dreamy eyes,
And it conquers all men, like her,

And still for a Union flies.

Several members of the committee find that this "anther" has too much of the Anacreon spice to suit them.

We next peruse a




The little brown squirrel hops in the corn,

The cricket quaintly sings ;
The emerald pigeon nods his head,

And the shad in the river springs ;
The dainty sunflower hangs its head

On the shore of the summer sea ; And better far that I were dead,

If Maud did not love me.

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.
I love the dainty sunflower, too,

And Maud with her snowy breast;
I love them all ; but I love - I love -

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:



Behold the flag! Is it not a flag ?
Deny it, man, if you

dare !
And inidway spread 'twixt earth and sky

It hangs like a written prayer.

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.


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Page A baby was sleeping Samuel Lover 7 All in our marriage garden

G. Massey

16 A barking sound the shes herd hears Wordsworth 211 All in the Downs the fleet was moored John Gay 145 Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !)

“All quiet along the Potomac,” they say Leigh Hunt 582

Mrs. Howland 381 A brace of sinners for no g od Peter Pindar 739 All that is like a dream

R. Buchanan 247 A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun John Wilson 593 All the world 's a stage

Shakespeare 615 A country life is sweet!

A nonymous 420 All thoughts, all passions, all derights Coleridge 81 Adam and Eve were, at the world's beginning

Aloft upon an old basaltic crag F. 7. O'Brien 715 G Colman 728 Along the frozen lake she comes Anonymous

518 A dew-drop came, with a spark of flame Anonymous 654 Although I enter not


45 A diagnosis of our history proves R.H. Newell 774 A man in many a country town we know G. Coiman

740 Adieu, adieu, my native shore Byron 148 Amazing, beauteous change !

Doddridge 284
Adieu, adieu ! our dream of love T. K. Hervey 145 A mighty fortress is our God (Translation of F. H.
A district school, not far away

7.W. Palmer 25

· Martin Luther 271 Ae fond kiss and then we sever

Burns 143 | A milkmaid, who poised a full pail 7. Taylor 671 Afar in the desert I love to ride Thos. Pringle 231 A moment, then, Lord Marmiou stayed Scott

388 Among the beautiful pictures . Alice Carey


R. Herrick A fiend once met a humble man Rev. Mr. Maclellın 418 Among thy fancies tell me this

78 A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by Wordsworth 577 A monk, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er A footstep struck her ear


Jane Taylor 673
Again the violet of our early days Eben. Elliott 308 And are ye sure the news is true? W. 7. Mickle 488
generous friendship no cold medium knows

And hast thou sought thy heavenly home D. M. Moir 191
Pope's Iliad

And is the swallow gone?

W m. Howitt 347 A girl, who has so many wilful ways. Miss Mulock 46 And is there care in heaven?

Spenser 279 A good that never satisfies the mind Drummond

253 And is this Yarrow? This the stream Wordstvorth 330 Ah, Chloris, could I now but sit. Sir C. Sedley

42 And let this feeble body fail

Chis. Wesley 285 Ah ! do not wanton with those eyes Ben Jonson

57 And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed Ah, how sweet it is to love ! Dryden 56


561 Ah! little they know of true happiness Mac-Carthy 425 And on her lover's arm she leant Tennyson

116 Ah ! my heart is weary waiting : Mac-Carthy 305 And there two runners did the sign abide Wm. Morris 83 Ah, my sweet sweeting Anonymous 49 And thou hast walked about

Horace Smith 542 Ah, sweet Kitty Neil ! Mac-Carthy 70 And wilt thou leave me thus?.

Sir T. Wyatt 150 Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days !

An exquisite invention this .

Leigh Hunt

67 W. Allston

27 Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! A hungry, lean-faced villain Shakespeare 561

O.W. Holmes 373 Ah! what is love? It is a pretty thing Robert Greene 55 A nightingale, that all day long · Cowper

671 Ah! whence yon glare

Shelley 380 Announced by all the trumpets of the sky Ah! who but oft hath marvelled why 7. G. Saxe 67

R. W. Emerson 319 - the fight! Well, messmates, well A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. Geo. Crabbe

570 Anonymous 487 Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome Byron 533 Airs, that wander and murmur round W. C. Bryant 84 A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store Anonymous

733 Art thou a thing of mortal birth John Wilson 590

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
Alas ! how light a cause may move
T. Moore 169

T. Dekker

419 Alas, that moon should ever beam T. Hood 670 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping Alas! they had been friends in youth Coleridge 35

C. D. Shanly 79 Alas! what pity 't is that regularity G. Colman 742 As by the shore, at break of day T. Moore Alice was a chieftain's daughter. Mac-Carthy 123 A simple child.


14 A little in the doorway sitting. T. Burbidge As it fell upon a day

R. Barnfield 349 A little onward lend thy guiding hand Milton

235 A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers All day long the storm of battle Anonymous

C. E. Norton 383 All grim and soiled and brown with tan Whittier 465 As once a Grecian maiden wove. T. Moore

67 All bail ! thou noble land

W. Allston



song for the plant of my own native West All lail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores !

W. W. Fosdick 362 Montgomery 471 A song to the oak, the brave old oak

H.F. Chorley 359

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As, rising on its purple wing


Bobolink ! that in the meadow

Thos Hill

345 As ships becalmed at eve, that lay A. H. Clough 143 Bonnie wee thing! cannie wee thing! Burns 108 As slow our ship her foamy track T. Xloore 148 Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen James Hlogs 665 A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent

breathes there the man with soul so dead Scott 7. R. Lowell 581 Bright portals of the sky


277 As vonce I valked by a dismal swamp H. H. Brownell 738 Bright red is the sun on the waves of Lough Slieelin A swallow in the spring R.S.S. Andros 346

Thos. Davis A sweet disorder in the dress .

R. Herrick

593 Bring forth the horse !” the horse was brought As when, on Carmel's sterile steep 7. H. Bryant 450


505 At Amathus, that from the southern side Wm. Morris 88 Brutus, my lordi.

Shakespeare 130 At Bannockburn the English lay Burns

440 Buried to-day

Miss Muíock 175 At early dawn I marked them in the sky Montgomery 352 Burly, dozing humble-bee !

R. H'. Emerson 354 A thousand miles from land are we Barry Cornwall 354 | Busy, curious, thirsty fly.

V. Boune 612

But all our praises why should lords engross? At midnight, in his guarded tent Halleck



710 A touch, a kiss ! the charm was snapt Tennyson 116 But Enoch yearned to see her face again Tennyson

166 At Paris it was, at the opera there Bulwer-Lytton 170 But Fortune, like some others of her sex Halleck

590 A traveller through a dusty road Chas. Mackay 592 But happy they! the happiest of their kind At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still

Thomson 125 Beaitie

571 But I remember, when the fight was done At Timon's villa let us pass a day


Shakesgeare 387 Ave Maria ! o'er the earth and sea Byron

301 But look ! o'er the fall see the angler stand A violet in her lovely hair Chas. Swain 40

T. B. Read

520 A voice from stately Babylon

Anonymous But now our quacks are gamesters Geo. Crabbe Awake ! - the starry midnight hour Barry Cornwall 68 But where to find that happiest spot below A wanderer, Wilson, from my native land T. Hood 719


137 Away! away! through the sightless air G. W Cutter 654 But who the melodies of morn can tell? Benttie 293 A weary weed, tossed to and fro .

C. G. Fenner 474 “But why do you go?" said the lady E. B. Browning 131 A well there is in the West country Southey 132 By the wayside, on a mossy stone Ralph Høyt 229 A wet sheet and a flowing sea

Cunningh im 478 Calm is the morn without a sound Tennyson 182 A wind came up out of the sea Longjellow

297 Calm on the bosom of thy God Mrs. Hemans 177 Ay, but I know

Shakespeare 160 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater i sser s A youth named Rhæcus. I. R. Lowell 642

Melodies 763 Baby Bye

Theo. Tilton 4 Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pindar 738 Bachelor's hall, what a comical place it is ! Anon. 729 Ca' the yowes to the knowes

Burns Back in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane Newell 774 Ceasc, rude Boreas, blustering railer! G. A. Stivens 482 Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight

Celia and I the other day

Matt. Prior 85
Florence Percy 190
Cheeks as soft as July peaches

H', C. Dennett 4 Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe ! Anonymous 173 Child of the later days ! .


543 Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead R. Browning 203 Children of God, who, faint and slow Broudler

283 Beautiful! Sir, you may say so F. B. Harte 765 Christmas is here

Thackeray Beautiful, sublime, and glorious. B. Barton 471 Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring Aniny mons 423 Beautiful was the night.

Longfellow 550 Clasp me a little longer on the brink Campbell 151 Because I breathe not love to everie one Sir Ph. Sidney 64 Clear the brown path to meet his coulter's gleam Before I trust my fate to thee . Miss Procter 63

0. W. Holmes 421 Before Jehovah's awful throne Watts 284 Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Byron

451 Before proud Rome's imperial throne B. Barton 459

Close his eyes ; his work is done! Boker

395 Behold her single in the field

Wordsworth 570

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise 7. Deight 445 Behold the flag! Is it not a flag?

RH. Newell 775

Come, all ye jolly shepherds . James Hogs 82 Behold the sea

R. W'. Emerson 625 Come back, come back together. L. E. Landon 9 Behold the young, the rosy Spring (Translation of Come, brother, turn with me from pining thought Thomas Moore) Anacreon

R. H. Dana 267

309 Behold this ruin ! 'Twas a skull Anonymous 622 Come! fill a fresh bumper

0. W. Holmes 733 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms

W. M. Pracd ,08 T. Moore

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Come from my first, ay come!

114 Come here, come here, and dwell Barry Corneil tós Ben Battle was a soldier bold T. Hood. 747 Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go !

R. H. Danı 519 Bending between me and the taper A. De Vere 109 Come in the evening, or come in the morning Beneath a shivering canopy reclined Dr. Leyden 299

Thos. Davis Beneath this stony roof reclined Thos. Warton 325 Come into the garden, Maud . Tennysos 69 Beside, he was a shrewd philosopher Dr. S. Butler 737 Come, let us plant the apple-tree

W.C. Bryant zói Best and brightest, come away

Shelley 309 Come, listen to me, you gallants so free Anonymous Between the dark and the daylight Longfellow 24 Come live with me, and be my love

C. Mar oove 73 Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer Young 615 Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song Shakespeare 655 Beyond the smiling and the weeping H. Bonar 181 Come on, sir : here's the place .

Shakes care 326 Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies

Come, O thou Traveller unknown . Chas. l'esicy 270 Anonymous 266 Come, rest in this bosom

T. Moore 71 Bird of the wilderness

James Hoge 343 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 424 Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean

Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 597

Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Blessings on thee, little man .
Whittier 26

Beaumont and Fletcher 575 Blossom of the almond-trees

E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, 0 Sleep, the certain knot of peace Blow, blow, thou winter wind Shakespeare 224

Sir i'k. Sidney 575


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