And whitening and brightening, And quivering and shivering, Dividing and gliding and sliding, Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting, Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling, And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, BY THE HON. EDWARD E, OF BOSTON. PONDEROUS projectiles, hurled by heavy hands, Her temple's propylon was shatter-ed; Yet, thanks to saving Grace and Washington, And, rising like a cloud-dispelling sun, She took the oil with which her hair was curled Το the "hub" round which revolves the grease world. This fine production is rather heavy for an "anthem," and contains too much of Boston to be considered strictly national. To set such an "anthem" to music would require a Wagner; and even were it And curling and whirling and purling and really accommodated to a tune, it could only be whistled by the twirling, populace. We now come to a NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY JOHN GREENLEAF W. My native land, thy Puritanic stock Preserv-ed Fish, the Deacon stern and true, The sectional bias of this "anthem "renders it unsuitable for use NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY DR. OLIVER WENDELL H-. BACK in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, A DIAGNOSIS of our history proves was monarch Our native land a land its native loves; Over the sea-ribbed land of the fleet-footed Its birth a deed obstetric without peer, Norsemen, Once there went forth young Ursa to gaze at the heavens, Ursa, the noblest of all Vikings and horsemen. Its growth a source of wonder far and near. To love it more, behold how foreign shores Sink into nothingness beside its stores. Hyde Park at best-though counted ultra grandMusing he sat in his stirrups and viewed the The "Boston Common" of Victoria's land — horizon, The committee must not be blamed for rejecting the above after Where the Aurora lapt stars in a north-polar reading thus far, for such an "anthem" could only be sung by manner; college of surgeons or a Beacon Street tea-party. I love the squirrel that hops in the corn, I love the dainty sunflower, too, I love them all; but I love - I love - This is certainly very beautiful, and sounds somewhat like Tennyson. Though it may be rejected by the committee, it can never lose its value as a piece of excellent reading for children. It is calculated to fill the youthful mind with patriotism and natural his. tory, beside touching the youthful heart with an emotion palpitat ing for all. We close the list with the following: Ah, sweet Kitty Neil! Mac-Carthy 425 And on her lover's arm she leant 116 Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days! A hungry, lean-faced villain And wilt thou leave me thus?. 70 . Pope Wm. Morris 83 Sir T. Wyatt 150 67 O. W. Holmes 373 A nightingale, that all day long R. W. Emerson 319 A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. 533 John Wilson 590 Art thou a thing of mortal birth 169 742 351 G. Colman As by the shore, at break of day As it fell upon a day W. Allston 419 235 A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers 465 As once a Grecian maiden wove. 444 A song for the plant of my own native Montgomery 471 A song to the oak, the brave old oak 14 C. E. Norton 383 T. Moore 67 W. W. Fosdick 362 H. F. Chorley 359 But I remember, when the fight was done 612 A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt A traveller through a dusty road Halleck 710 166 590 At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still At Timon's villa let us pass a day 571 Beattie Ave Maria! o'er the earth and sea A well there is in the West country A wind came up out of the sea A youth named Rhocus. Baby Bye . But who the melodies of morn can tell? Beattie Calm on the bosom of thy God 182 Mrs. Hemans 177 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater Anser's Bachelor's hall, what a comical place it is! Anon. 729 Burns 72 Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring Clime of the unforgotten brave! James Hogg 82 R. H. Dana 267 309 622 Come! fill a fresh bumper Come from my first, ay come ! W. M. Praed 708 T. Moore 114 Come here, come here, and dwell Barry Cornwall 668 T. Hood. 747 Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go ! R. H. Dana 519 morning 309 24 615 181 Ben Battle was a soldier bold Thos. Davis 72 W. C. Bryant 361 C. Marlowe 73 Shakespeare 655 Come into the garden, Maud. Anonymous 266 71 Sir Ph. Sidney 575 |