Now God avenges the life he gladly gave.
Freedom reigns to-day!

Glory, glory hallelujah!

Glory, glory hallelujah!

Glory, glory hallelujah!

Freedom reigns to-day!

John Brown sowed and his harvesters are we;
Honor to him who has made the bondmen free!
Loved evermore shall our noble Ruler be-
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave!
Bright, o'er the sod, let the starry banner wave;
Lo! for the millions he perilled all to save—
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown lives-we are gaining on our foesRight shall be victor whatever may oppose— Fresh, through the darkness, the wind of morning blows

Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown's soul through the world is marching

on;

Hail to the hour when oppression shall be gone!
All men will sing, in the better age's dawn,
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown dwells where the battle-strife is o'er;
Hate cannot harm him nor sorrow stir him more;
Earth will remember the crown of thorns he wore-
Freedom reigns to-day!
Glory, etc.

John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave; John Brown lives in the triumphs of the brave; John Brown's soul not a higher joy can craveFreedom reigns to-day!

Glory, glory hallelujah!

Glory, glory hallelujah!

Glory, glory hallelujah!

Freedom reigns to-day!

A THANKSGIVING RAILROAD BALLAD FOR 1863.

BY E. PLURIBUS UNUM, ESQ.

T was a sturdy engineer,

IT

The Union train had he,

But slippery tracks and heavy grades,
In eighteen sixty-three.

He wiped the sweat from off his brow: "These drivin' wheels will do,

A better ingine never ran,

She's bound to put us through.

"Ho! Fireman, Fireman Chase, I mean,
Down in the tender there!

We've used a powerful sight of wood,
How much have we to spare?"

"Oh!" out then spoke that fireman bold,
"We've wood and water still;

Old Legal Tender holds enough
To make what steam you will."

"Ho! Seward, ho!-conductor yet, In spite of all the row

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That Frenchman and that Englishman, How fare these worthies now?"

Quite enough, these blustering coves,
That carried it so high;

A great big Russian up and blazed
The Frenchman in the eye.

"His friend John Bull did not 'pitch in,' He drew it very mild,

And sat him in the corner down,
Submissive as a child."

"Two stations back, conductor say,
What made that heavy strain ?

It felt to me as though you had
Hitched on an extra train."

"Confound that rascal Copperhead, "And all his brood of snakes! Just at the heaviest of the grade They put on all the brakes!"

The old wheel-tapper goes his round, While waits the engineer,

Tink, tink, tink, tink! the tested wheel,
Sound music in his ear.

"I thought as how some wheels were cracked, But nary one I find,

All right, save that old Jersey one,
And that we needn't mind.

"Ha! here's a telegram from Grant,
The news, he says, is prime,
All clear along the track once more,
We'll yet be in on time."

The bell now rings, the whistle blows,
The signal given, "All right;"
On thunders now the Union train,
On streams its flag of light,

Which, like the beacon on the main,
Flings hope athwart the night.
Halloo !

The grand old iron train

Has swept clean out of sight.