The eagle soared sunward, again strong-eyed,

Stout men looked each on each with freshened

pride,

And stretched to the utmost admiration's creed Towards mothers that could bear the like of thee; Who, 'mid mad shrieks of treason's thwarted brag, With soldier's grasp and true soul's loyalty, Outflung with kneeling prayer on Sumter's crag Freedom's broad shield, terrible on land and sea, The world's last hope-our war-worn, fulgent flag.

THE FLAG OF FORT SUMTER.

WHEN Major Anderson took possession of Fort Sumter, the whole company assembled and knelt around the flag-staff, while the chaplain offered a prayer previous to the raising of the flag.

THE gray light of dawn o'er the rampart was

stealing

Where Sumter its stern rocky walls lifted high

And spread its chill robe o'er the noble band

kneeling,

All vowing their flag to defend or to die.

The low voice of prayer morning's stillness was

breaking,

As solemnly bowing, a blessing they craved; Then rose a glad shout, all the echoes awaking, As proudly unfolding their flag o'er them waved.

Hurrah! for the banner thus boldly left flowing

And flinging its bright stars and stripes to the sky; Hurrah! for the heroes, no flinching e'er knowing, Who'll guard it unstained or in death coldly lie.

Dear flag of our country! shall foemen assail ye, And every bright drop in our hearts fail to burn? Shall rebels beneath thee e'er beat their reveille, And we not in triumph their insolence spurn?

By the graves of our fathers, who died in defending Thy fame, to their deepest affections so dear, And whose voice from their grass-covered hillocks ascending,

In eloquent pleadings for thee we now hear;

By the future which stretches in vista before us, By the echoes which sound from a glorious past, In purity still shall thy folds yet wave o'er us,

Or drenched in our life-blood enshroud us at last

ABRAHAM LINCOLN -THE MOHAMMED OF THE MODERN HEGIRA.

AT midnight, in the Keystone State,

Old Abe was dreaming of the hour

When Southern rebels, soon or late,
Should tremble at his power;

In dreams" Old Fuss and Feathers" bore
The trophies of a conqueror;

In dreams his song of triumph heard,
Then waved the Union banner, stirred
O'er Southern forts by Southern gales,
And planted down his foot as firm
As when he split his rails.

An hour passed on-Old Abe awoke
To sounds that made him pale;
Not triumph this, nor friendly joke-
"To flight-they wait-by rail-by rail!"
He woke to list, 'midst sobs and tears,
A tale of horror and of fears-

And death to be his lot—

For lurking near the morning train,
Plug Uglies wait in might and main,
With dirk and pistol-shot!

"Fly ere the morning's sun arise;
Fly from the foe that waiting lies;
Fly 'neath this all-concealing guise,
To Scott and Washington!"

They begged like men inspired by dread,
They told their tale of murder grim-
They conquered-and old Abr'ham fled,
Trembling in every limb.

His wife and other comrades watch
The gliding train, his form to catch,
And felt his danger past;

But when the morning sun arose,
They dared the rail and all his foes,
Yet safe arrived at last!

And thus our hero, by his flight,

Has won the White House on the fourth,

And by rail-splitting and his height
Will rule the North with all his might,
Negroes and whites, henceforth.

And learn from this the truth sublime-
"That he who runs away,"

Saves life and limb, while gaining time,

"To fight another day.”

New-Orleans, March 5, 1861.

-New-Orleans Crescent.

KING COTTON.

After Béranger.

BY R. H. STODDARD.

SEE this new king who comes apâce,
And treats us like à conquered race;
He comes from Dixie's Land by rail,
His throne a ragged cotton-bale.

On to the White House straight
He's marching-rather late,
Clanking along the land,

The shackles in his hand.
Hats off! hats off!

Ye slaves of curs begotten,

Hats off to great King Cotton!

"White niggers, mudsills, Northern scum, Base hirelings, hear me, and be dumb ; What makes this country great and free? 'Tis me, I tell you-only me!

Beware, then, of my might,
Nor dare dispute my right,
Or else you'll find, some day,
There'll be the devil to pay!