Does the spectacle furnish you any delight,

Jefferson D.?

Do you feel, in disgrace,

The black cap o'er your face,

While the tremor creeps down from your heart to your knee.

And freedom, insulted, approves the decree,

Jefferson D.?

Oh! long have we pleaded, till pleading is vain, Jefferson D., Jefferson D.!

Your hands are imbued with the blood of the slain,
Jefferson D.!

And at last, for the right,
We arise in our might,

A people united, resistless, and free,

And declare that rebellion no longer shall be!
Jefferson D.!

HURRAH FOR THE UNION!

BY A. FULKERSON, JR.

HURRAH! for the Union! the hope and the

pride

Of millions of hearts that are happy and free;

No shock can destroy and no faction divide
A work that was destined for ever to be.

'Twas formed by the hands of those patriot sires Who fought on the field, in the Cabinet thought; And not till each vestige of freedom expires

Shall perish the temple their wisdom has wrought.

Majestic it sprang from the regions of light,

The marvel of time and the wonder of men; And, founded in truth and supported in right, The blessing still lingers that hallowed it then.

The world shall behold, in its onward career, The triumph of reason, the progress of mind; And man shall arise, and resuming his sphere, Leave tyranny, sorrow, and darkness behind.

Go talk of disunion, go murmur "secede;"

'Tis the dream of a madman, the song of a fool; For the soul of America laughs at the deed,

And the star of the Union for ever shall rule.

Hurrah for the Union! the hope and the pride
Of millions of hearts that are happy and free;
No shock can destroy and no faction divide
A work that was destined for ever to be.

A SOUTHERN PÆAN.

AIR-Kitty Tyrrell.

'LL sing you a song, worth the singing,

I'LL

Of Sumter chivalrously won,

By the brave chiefs who brought to the contest
Just seventy hundred to one!

Fair odds was the good Saxon usage,
When men boasted of worsting a foe;
But such musty old saws are exploded,
And we are all heroes, you know.

With such an array, how surprising
That they had the worst of the game!
Though we poured down our hot shot in torrents,
Till the fort was enveloped in flame;

With one hand to put out the fire,
The other might still point a gun,
For, after such stern preparation,
The work seems too easily done!

The details may well excite wonder,
Though folks differ about the disgrace;
Had we not stolen Uncle Sam's thunder,
His flag might still float in its place.

But a Beauregard, Hamilton, Davis,
Cannot always be had for the call;
Arnold's memory paled in their splendor,
Until Twiggs flamed forth Phoenix of all.

But a truce to all questions of reason,
Fort Sumter is gloriously won.
And who cares a jot for the treason,
If the black-hearted North is undone ?
'Tis true this may rouse indignation,
And parties may possibly jar,
But we can defy the whole nation,

Since we've taken Fort Sumter-hurrah!

But hark! as the news flies to Northward,
The sound of discussion is hushed,
Each man vowing aid to the vanguard,

Until treason and traitors are crushed;
From all sides they rush to the struggle,
One strong pulse is felt through the land;
Twenty millions of freemen and patriots
United in heart and in hand!

So the song that I deemed worth the singing May possibly sound out of time,

And our bells, now for victory ringing,

Soon slowly and mournfully chime

We may learn more respect for our country, And find that, though loudly we crow, Seven thousand men worsting one hundred Does not prove them all heroes, you know!

A. E.

I

THE SPECTRE AT SUMTER.

STOOD on the walls of Sumter

As the solemn night came down
On the lone, beleaguered fortress,
On the traitor camp and town;
While through the lurid heavens
Sped the red-hot shot and shell,
As if by mad fiends driven

From the open mouths of hell;
While the flag of a sovereign nation,
On the palpitating air,

Still waved from its lofty station
Amid the fiery glare.

And I saw where fiercest, direst,

Raged the terrible battle-storm-
Where the bursting shells fell hottest,
There towered a spectral form ;