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Where youth's gay hats with blossoms bloom;
And every maid with simple art,
Wears on her breast, like her own heart,

A bud whose depths are all perfume;
While every garment's gentle stir
Is breathing rose and lavender.

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The pastor came; his snowy locks

Hallowed his brow of thought and care;
And calmly, as shepherds lead their flocks,

He led into the house of prayer.
The pastor rose; the prayer was strong;
The psalm was warrior David's song;
The text, a few short words of might,-
“The Lord of hosts shall arm the right!”

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A moment there was awful pause,-
When Berkley cried, “Cease, traitor! cease!
God's temple is the house of peace!”

The other shouted, “Nay, not so,
When God is with our righteous cause;
His holiest places then are ours,
His temples are our forts and towers,

That frown upon the tyrant foe;
In this, the dawn of Freedom's day,
There is a time to fight and pray!”


And now before the open door

'The warrior priest had ordered soThe enlisting trumpet's sudden roar Rang through the chapel, o'er and o'er,

Its long reverberating blow,
So loud and clear, it seemed the ear
Of dusty death must wake and hear.
And there the startling drum and fife
Fired the living with fiercer life;
While overhead, with wild increase,
Forgetting its ancient toll of peace,

The great bell swung as ne'er before:
It seemed as it would never cease;
And every word its ardor flung
From off its jubilant iron tongue

Was, “WAR! WÅR! WAR!”


“Who dares?”—this was the patriot's cry,
As striding from the desk he came, –

“Come out with me, in Freedom's name,
For her to live, for her to die?”
A hundred hands flung up reply,
A hundred voices answered, I!



HEAR much said of patriotism, appeals to patriotism,


this noble word? Is it so very magnanimous to give up a part of your income in order to save your whole property ? This is very simple arithmetic; and he that hesitates, deserves contempt rather than indignation.

2. Yes, gentlemen, it is to your immediate self-interest, to your most familiar notions of prudence and policy, that I now appeal. I say not to you now, as heretofore, beware how you give the world the first example of an assembled nation untrue to the public faith.

the public faith. I ask you not, as heretofore, what right you have to freedom, or what means of maintaining it, if, at your first step in administration, you outdo in baseness all the old and corrupt governments. I tell you, that unless you prevent this catastrophe, you will all be involved in the general ruin; and that you are yourselves the persons most deeply interested in making the sacrifices which the government

demands of you.

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3. I exhort you, then, most earnestly, to vote these extraordinary supplies; and God grant they may prove sufficient! Vote them. I beseech you; for,


doubt the expediency of the means, you know perfectly well that the supplies are necessary, and that you are incapable of raising them in any other way. Vote them at once, for the crisis does not admit of delay; and, if it occurs, we must be responsible for the consequences. 4. Beware of asking for time. Misfortune accords it

While you are lingering, the evil day will come upon you. Why, gentlemen, it is but a few days since, that upon

occasion of some foolish bustle in the Palais Royal, some ridiculous insurrection that existed nowhere but in the heads of a few weak or designing individuals, we



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were told with emphasis, "Catiline is at the gates of Rome, and yet we deliberate." We know, gentlemen, that this was all imagination. We are far from being at Rome; nor is there any Catiline at the gates of Paris. But now are we threatened with a real danger; bankruptcy, national bankruptcy, is before you; it threatens to swallow up your persons, your property, your honor,--and yet you deliberate.





VHE joy-bells are ringing in gay Malahide,

The fresh wind is singing along the sea-side;
The maids are assembling with garlands of flowers,
And the harpstrings are trembling in all the glad bowers.



Swell, swell the gay measure! roll trumpet and drum!
'Mid greetings of pleasure in splendor they come!
The chancel is ready, the portal stands wide
For the lord and the lady, the bridegroom and bride.


Before the high altar young Maud stands array’d;
With accents that falter her promise is made
From father and mother for ever to part,
For him and no other to treasure her heart.


The words are repeated, the bridal is done,
The rite is completed—the two, they are one;
The vow, it is spoken all pure from the heart,
That must not be broken till life shall depart.


Hark! 'mid the gay clangor that compassed their car,
Loud accents in anger come mingling afar!
The foe's on the border, his weapons resound
Where the lines in disorder unguarded are found.


As wakes the good shepherd, the watchful and bold,
When the ounce or the leopard is seen in the fold,
So rises already the chief in his mail,
While the new-married lady looks fainting and pale.


“Son, husband, and brother, arise to the strife,
For the sister and mother, for children and wife !
O'er hill and o'er hollow, o'er mountain and plain,
Up, true men, and follow! let dastards remain !”


Hurrah! to the battle! they form into line-
The shields, how they rattle! the spears, how they shine!
Soon, soon shall the foeman his treachery rue-
On, burgher and yeoman, to die or to do!


The eve is declining in lone Malahide,
The maidens are twining gay wreaths for the bride;
She marks them unheeding—her heart is afar,
Where the clansmen are bleeding for her in the war.


Hark! loud from the mountain—'t is Victory's cry!
O'er woodland and fountain it rings to the sky!
The foe has retreated! he flies to the shore;
The spoiler's defeated—the combat is o'er!


With foreheads unruffled the conquerors come-
But why have they muffled the lance and the drum!
What form do they carry aloft on his shield?
And where does he tarry, the lord of the field ?


Ye saw him at morning how gallant and gay!
In bridal adorning the star of the day:
Now weep for the lover,—his triumph is sped,
His hope it is over! the chieftain is dead!

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