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While still is spared the evil thing
That severs and estranges.
But, blest the ear

That yet shall hear
The jubilant bell
That rings the knell
Of Slavery for ever!

Then let the selfish lip be dumb,
And hushed the breath of sighing;
Before the joy of peace must come
The pains of purifying.

God give us grace,
Each in his place

To bear his lot,

And, murmuring not,

Endure, and wait, and labor!

"GOD BLESS ABRAHAM LINCOLN."

BY CAROLINE A. MASON.

LOD bless him!" Rally, voice and pen!

GOD

Pass round the gracious word, and then Let all the people say, "Amen!"

God bless him-'tis a simple word,

Yet who a sweeter ever heard,

Or one that more the pulses stirred?

God bless him-God! too weak and poor
Our human service; we implore
God's blessing-neither less nor more.

God bless him-with a large increase, With righteousness that shall not cease, With wisdom and His "perfect peace."

God bless him-over all the rest;
And of His mercy's sweet behest,
Give him the portion largest, best.

God bless him!-can we more?-in this,
The perfectness of human bliss,
All joy, all peace, all fulness is!

And so, God bless him! Once again Take up the burden, voice and pen, While all the people say, "Amen!" Fitchburgh, Mass.

TO GENERAL BUTLER.

BY BAY STATE.

BEN Butler, my boy,
It gives me much joy,

Of

your

In

brave words and acts to hear.

So prompt and so quick,

You are truly a "brick,"

Knowing not the meaning of fear.

As a lawyer bold
We know you of old,

many a "hard knotty case.”
But now on the field,

Convinced you'll not yield:

You are just the man for the place.

Be true to your trust,

And bring to the dust

The rebels where'er they are found.
Inform them, dear Ben,

They've mistaken the men

If they think the North is not sound.

We know you are right,

Wherever you fight,

In upholding the Stripes and Stars.

We know they are wrong,
Where'er they belong,

Who follow the stripes and bars.

See to it our flag
Displaces that rag,
Symbolic of despot and slave;
From Georgia to Maine

It must wave again

"O'er the land of the free and the brave."

We will anxiously wait
To hear of your fate,
Entreating God's blessing on you;
For one thing we know,

"Come weal or come woe,"
To the Union you'll ever be true.

A FRAGMENT-CABINET COUNCIL.

LINCOLN [solus; asleep in a rocking-chair— after a pause, springs up suddenly.]

Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak!

Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft-I did but dream! [Loud knocking heard at the door.]

Who knocks thus loudly?

SEWARD―[without.]

White House cock;

'Tis I, my Lord! the

Thrice have I crowed since the day hath broke. [Enter Seward, Chase, Bates, Blair, Cameron, and Welles.]

CAMERON-How doth my good Lord?

LINCOLN Indifferently well, methinks, good Coz.

That confection of hominy and hog, which, as my wont,

Late on yester eve I ate, did most wofully affect me. Have I no leech among my councillors chosen, Who can minister to a body diseased? Alas! my friends!

Bred to the chicane of the law, what know ye of the leap

And bounds of rebellious blood by fitful fever stirred?

BATES-My Liege, as I glanced o'er the morning prints,

In which our glories are duly and at length set forth, Methought much praise was given to a medicament Yclept in foreign lore-Cephalic Pills!