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WRITTEN ON THE FOURTH OF JULY, EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND FORTY-NINE.
Boast, ay! boast of your freedom, your glory, your power,
All the triumphs that gild your career,
Loud-resounding, seem rocking the sphere !
But boast not, oh, boast not still too much that ye gained
O'er the sons of your fathers — the day! 'T was those old lion-fathers that taught ye, and trained
In red Victory's immortalized way.
Bless the hour!- be it blessed as the last one
As the first of fair Fellowship’s peace;
Of those triumphs that never shall cease.
Science, Commerce, and Art !- their proud triumphs in sooth
Shine all earthier achievements above;
And defeat claims more homage and love.
In the dizzying magnificence ev'n of your flight,
While together ye sweep toward the sun,
Still the awed nations shall see ye as One !
Like those stars* that so high overhead shine in power,
They seem mingled and merged to the sight,
Till they stream, in one blaze to unite !
Away with all whisperings of envy and hate,
All ranklings of injury or wrong!
But combined, how invincibly strong!
Even now, great America! speeds to thy strand
One who seems like a guest from above ;
To be met by a whole host — of Love!
Mild ambassador !- conquerors and chieftains avaunt!
From the PRINCE of all Peace 't is he comes ;
everlasting green olives to waft and to plant
And e'en now a fair vessel from England speeds fast,
To bring greetings fraternal from far;
'Stead of thunderings and threat’nings of war.
Ev'n this hour a proud vessel to England departs,
To bear on, o'er the blue tossing brine,
Which in deep ties of friendship entwine.
* THE NEBULÆ.
And e'en now to the tones of a woman's meek voice*
How your noblest of hearts have throbbed high,
In a new, dearer, soul-binding tie !
Hail ! thou generous America ! hail evermore ;
Thus thou 'st vanquished us, yet once again! And thy high-minded sympathy thrills to the core
Of a land where 't will deathlessly reign.
In humanity's cause, what true zeal hath inspired,
Oh, how nobly thou 'st answered th' appeal;
All praise to that truth and that zeal !
If we fettered thee once, thou hast fettered us now,
In the holiest and loveliest of bonds : Lo! a voice from our homesteads !- a voice soft and low,
And this whole mighty nation responds !
Who can dream of past strifes ? who can dwell on a thought
That could mar such a beautiful Peace?
In perpetual, heaven-honored increase.
Then all hail to the star-spangled banner of pride,
The bright flag of the great and the brave;
Still in concord and friendship 't will wave.
Ye might sever the links of the chain ye abhorred,
But, great Heaven! what can ever unbind
Of two proud, mighly people's great Love there is framed
One eternal, unchangeable yoke ;
It shall never be loosened nor broke.
On the necks of Earth’s two mightiest nations 't is laid,
To teach love, faith and peace to that Earth;
Can it fail in its weight or its worth?
Then away with all memories of bloodshed and wars!
Let them fade, from this day, from this hour; On yon flag I will mark but the heav'n-glancing stars,
Not the earth-blazoned ensigns of power!
* LADY FRANKLIN.
I will dwell not on themes of vain strife and distrust,
Seraph-tongues whisper themes far more fair ; Seraph hands point where Mathew, the sainted, the just,
Is made glorious America's care !
And that noblest response to a heart's solemn cry,
Ere yet breathed by a nation beneath ; (Gallant FRANKLIN ! methinks that immortal reply
Must yet reach thee-in life or in death!)
Let that grow to the soul, let that flash on the tongue,
Of great England's true sons evermore :
No, not thus would it link shore to shore !
Let that live in the heart, let that burn to the thought,
Of true Britons eternally still ;
With a kindred emotion to thrill.
Hail! Americans, hail ! honor, glory and praise
To the Lords of the New World be given: Wave your star-spangled flag, for now fresh midst its rays
More direct shines the true fire from heaven !
And forgive the faint voice that is falteringly raised
In the midst of your whirlwind-acclaim, To honor your far-flashing standard emblazed
With all trophies of glory and fame.
Let that voice from the Land of your forefathers greet,
(May no dream glance toward Her as 'a foe!) Let this heart, that adores her, still venture to beat
With your own, in proud Sympathy's glow.
Starry Queen of th’ Atlantic ! for England and thee
Smiles One bright guardian-genius august; Yours one language, one aim, O ye First of the Free !
Yours one mission, one charter, one trust.
Freedom, Progress, Religion and Knowledge still join
Your illustrious march through all time!
Round your joint steps to flush more sublime.
Hail again to the star-spangled banner of pride,
That Firmament Flag of the Free!
pomp o’er the sea!
The Bunkum flag-Staff and Independent Echo.
DEVOTED TO THE PRINCIPLES OF '98; THE CONSTITUTION OF THE STATE OF NEW-YORK; THE FOURTE
OF JULY; LIFE, LIBERTY, LITERATURE, ADVERTISEMENTS, AND A STANDARD CURRENCY.
F We must apologize for any deficiency happened. While he was a-talkin The Flag-Staff to-day, as our wife has been sick, and we have had to cook our own vittels, tolerable-sized bird of that specie
ing about the American eagle, a as our help has gone to see her cousin in NewYork, and had not returned at the time of going come and lit onto his crown. He to press ; which will account for the lack of at oncet took fire from his subjeck, editorial
, which our next number will remedy, which was inflammatory. His and bring “The Flag-Staff' on its legs. We have wife screeched, the band struck had to be cook, devil, bottle-washer and all.
up Hail Columbia,' the ladies N. B. - We hope our delinquent subscribers waved their hankerchifs, the old will remember our forlorn estate. Corn, hay, oats, grits and shorts taken in exchange. 'Only revolutionary sogers shed tears of to think, fellow citizens; if every subscriber joy, and amid the cries of Three would get five others in the circle of his ac- cheers for our country!'Feed the quaintance, the usefulness and vital energies of bird !' Great American eagle !! • The Flag Staff' would be increased like a
• Zachary Taylor !'Shoot him!' Phonix! Noux Vomica,' as the French say.
and so forth, and so forth, Mr.
Jones stood up onto his legs, Mr. Jones' Fourth OF JULY stretched his arms out to their full ORATION took us all by surprise. capacities, and with his eyes burnWe knew he was a good school. ing like coals of fire, “The Constimaster, and kind to children, but TUTION OF THE UNITED'N STATES'N never gin' him credit for such IS SAFE!' says he. powers.
We had not the least idea of it; but he proved himself
AN ANECDOTE. — We dono when on that anniversary to be a rousing son of thunder ; and we wonder We was ridin' into a stage-coach
we was so amused as we was lately. the roof of his mouth was n’t all to other day, when all to oncet it dried up; and as we come out of the church we said to him, taking his head out the winder: "What's
stopt. One ole gen'lman poked him warmly by the hand : ''Taint the matter ?' says he. It was by gin' you the bronkeetis, has it ?' To which he replied, confidently up; we never shall forgit his phiz
a tavern, and a beggar-man looked anticipating our congratulations,
age': 'White swellin'?' says he. and returning pressure
of hand with a look which indicated that he had done it : 'Dear Sir, ANOTHER REVOLUTIONARY HERO very respectfully yours.'
There don't seem to be no ture of humor and off-hand plea- end of these gen'lmen. We do n't santry.
wish to hurry them off the stage ; A most remarkable coincidence far from us; welcome to stay :