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And whitening and brightening, Wildly he started, — for there in the heavens be-
Fluttered and flew the original star-spangled And thundering and floundering;
Two objections are in the way of the acceptance of this and Dividing and gliding and sliding,
by the committee : in the first place, it is not an antbem at all: sec.
ondly, it is a gross plagiarism from 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
BY THE HON. EDWARD E-, OF BOSTON. 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,
On the great path that to her greatness led ; Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,
Her temple's propylon was shatter-ed; Advancing and prancing and glancing and dan
wuan Yet, thanks to saving Grace and Washington, cing,
ling. Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,
Her incubus was from her bosom hurled ;
| And gleaming and streaming and steaming and
And, rising like a cloud-dispelling sun, beaming,
She took the oil with which her hair was curla? And rushing and flushing and brushing and gush-10
Aushing and hmishing and mich. To grease the “hub” round which revolves the 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 ping,
an "anthem to music would require a Wagner, and even were : And curling and whirling and purling and really accommodated to a tune, it could only be whestled by the
populace: twirling, .
We now come to a And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping,
NATIONAL ANTHEM. And dashing and flashing and splashing and
BY JOHN GREEN LEAF Wclashing; And so never ending, but always descending,
My native land, thy Puritanic stock Sounds and motions forever and ever are blending,
Still finds its roots firm bound in Plymouth Rouk; All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar,
And all thy sons unite in one grand wish, -
To keep the virtues of Preserv-ed Fish.
Preserv-ed Fish, the Deacon stern and true,
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 IN RESPONSE TO AN ADVERTISED | in that small margin of the world situated outside of New Lingua
Hence the above must be rejected.
Here we have a very curious
BY DR. OLIVER WENDELL 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,
The committee must not be blamed for rejecting the above after he Auro
reading thus far, for such an "anthem " could only be sung by .
college of surgeons or a Beacon Street tca-party. manner;
Turn we now to a
In the beauty of the bilis Christ was born
across the sea, With a glory in his broom that transpipuus you
and me; as he died to make mon holy, het as die to
make man free While and is marching on.
Inha thard Home.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
"All quiet along the Potomac," they say
Mrs. Howland 381
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag . F. 7. O'Brien 715
G Colman 728 Along the frozen lake she comes Anonymous 518
148 Amazing, beauteous change!
7.W. Palmer 25 Hedge) . . . . Martire Luther 271
Among the beautiful pictures . . Alice Carey 16
Fane Taylor 673
And hast thou sought thy heavenly home D. M. Moir 191
Pope's Iliad 31 And is the swallow gone? . . . Wm. Howitt 347
And is there care in heaven?. . Spenser 279
An exquisite invention this . . . Leigh Hunt 67
W. Allston 27 | Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long !
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
As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping
C. D. Shanly 79
C. E. Norton 383
As once a Grecian maiden wove. . T. Moore 67
W.W. Fosdick 362
thou hast wandered to
As, rising on its purple wing. . Byron 171 Bobolink! that in the meadow. Tkos Hid u s
i Breathes there the man with soul so dead Scott
7. R. Lowell 581 Bright portals of the sky . Drum MK 277
Thos. Dar: 200
But all our praises why should lords engruss?
But I remember, when the fight was done
T. B. Read 520
. R. Lowell 642
Florence Percy 190 Cheeks as soft as July peaches . . #". C Dernett .
0. W. Holmes 421
R. H. Pana 6
Come from my first, ay come! . . W"..19.
plant the apple-tree W.C. Brytat you
Come, O thou Traveller unknown. Chas #esky pro
Anonymous 266 Come, rest in this bosom . . T. Moore 71
Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Skakespeare 5*
Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Beaumont and Flatrer 973
Sir I'l. Sadec 973