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ANDREW JOHNSON, OF TENNESSEE.

THESE lines were suggested by the following newspaper paragraph: "Andrew Johnson, the man around whom the Unionists of East-Tennessee rally, has come to Washington in order that he may attend the extra session of Congress. He came by way of Cumberland Gap, where fifteen armed ruffians attempted to take his life. He says that his people are willing, if need be, to die by the flag of their country on the field of battle."

HIS people throng around him; place their

safety in his hands,

For they know that he will rescue their terrorstricken land

From the grasp of armed traitors, who, by means of open fraud,

Gained their ill-employed power, fearing neither man nor God!

His former friends against him! The blood-hound of the South

Upon his track! Athirst for blood, with hot and parched mouth,

They wait to slay him as he stands; but loyal, firm, and true,

He stands with mien undaunted-he'll die or fight it through!

Defend him, God of Liberty! Let not foul treason

wrest

The patriotic heart that throbs within his manly breast;

Defend him, God! A villain's act might plunge his cause in night,

And dim the hopes of thousands now gathering for the fight.

As dauntlessly he'll fling the starry flag upon the breeze,

How, in many a traitor's veins, the craven blood

will freeze;

For the brave and loyal-hearted shall prove

that

they are free, And anarchy be crushed in the State of Tennessee!

Then rally, rally round him! Stand up bravely for the right,

The people's will is stronger than the dread oppressor's might;

Our country's flag! unfurl it! Send forth the thrilling shout

Of thousands upon thousands! Put traitors to the

rout!

So pure a cause should summon every brave and upright man,

Without regard to party, to do whate'er he can

To aid the insulted people, whom traitors seek to

wrong,

And show that Truth and Justice make a Freeman's right arm strong! W. J. G.

Allentown, Pa., August 1, 1861.

THE REASON WHY.

AMONG the Washington telegraphic despatches of this morning is the following:

"WHY THE FORWARD MOVEMENT IS DELAYED.

"Army officers declare that it is impossible to make a decided forward movement until more wagons have arrived. By the fifteenth of July, the builders have contracted to furnish one thousand, and it is claimed that to march with a less number is simply out of the question."

Seventy-seven days have elapsed since the nation sprang to arms at its chieftain's call, and yet those immortal geniuses whose sublime military plans we are forbidden to scrutinize are waiting for the wagon. This suggests a new version of the old song:

WAIT FOR THE WAGON.

I.

A HUNDRED thousand Northmen,
In glittering war array,

Shout, "Onward now to Richmond!

We'll brook no more delay;

Why give the traitors time and means
To fortify the way

With stolen guns, in ambuscades ?
Oh! answer us, we pray."

Chorus of Chieftains:

You must wait for the wagons,

The real army wagons,

The fat contract wagons,
Bought in the red-tape way.

II.

Now, if for army wagons,
Not for compromise you wait,
Just ask them of the farmers
Of any Union State;

And if you need ten thousand,
Sound, strong, though second-hand,

You'll find upon the instant

A supply for your demand.

Chorus: No! wait for the wagons,
The new army wagons,

The fat contract wagons,
Till the fifteenth of July.

III.

No swindling fat contractors
Shall block the people's way,

Nor rebel compromisers—

'Tis treason's reckoning day.
Then shout again our war-cry,

To Richmond onward move!
We now can crush the traitors,
And that we mean to prove!
Chorus: No! wait for the wagons,
The fat contract wagons;
If red-tape so wills it,

Wait till the Judgment-day.

New-York, July 1, 1861.

E. F.

NUMBER ONE.

BY H. D. SEDGWICK.

"I HAVE flung to the night my pirate flag,

It is black as the deeds I love.

My merry men ! Ho! for beauty and swag, every foeman you seize and gag,

For

For every youth from life betrayed,
For the death-doing shame of every maid,
For each blue eye whose light you quench,
For every babe whose neck you wrench,
As the reddening sea you rove,

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