[It is a beautiful conceit, that when a baby smiles in its sleep it is talking with the angels.] Tell me, did the angels greet thee!
Greet my darling when she smiled?
Did they whisper softly, gently,
Pleasant words unto my child?
Did they whisper…
"When thy judgements are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness."—Bible.Judgement slumbered—God in mercy
Stayed his strong avenging hand
Sent them priests, and sent them prophets—
But they would not…
In compliance with the request of several persons, we reprint the admirable poem by Whittier, which the Hutchinson's were not allowed to sing on the other side of the Potomac, Gen. Kearney and Gen. Franklin having solemnly declared it to be…
When Israel was in Egypt's land,
O, Let my people go!
Oppressed so hard they could not stand,
O, Let my people go!
CHORUS—O go down, Moses
Away down to Egypt's land.
And tell king Pharaoh
To let my people go!
Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses…
Under the oaks of Sempach
The Switzers knelt in prayer
And sware upon their sword hilts,
The oath their fathers sware.
Under the oaks of Sempach ,
Their fathers swords they bared,
And dared the powers of Slavery
Their valiant fathers…
A sound of tumult troubles all the air,
Like the low thunders of a sultry sky
Far-rolling ere the downright lightnings glare:
The hills blaze red with warnings: foes draw nigh,
Treading the dark with challenge and reply.
Behold the burden of the…
Roll on, then cheerful day,When tyranny's proud away,
Stern as the grave,
Shall to the ground he hurled,And freedom's flag unfurled,Shall wave, throughout the world,
O'er every slave.
Trump of grand jubilee,Each o'er land and see
"Stand like an anvil!" when the strokes
Of stalwart strength fall fierce and fast;
Storms but more deeply root the oaks,
Whose brawny arms embrace the blast.
"Stand like an anvil!" when the sparks
Fly far and wide, a fiery shower;
Dearest Ellen, I think of thee
When morn's first flush streams on high,
Or when the twilight's crimson flush
Is fading in the western sky.
I'll think of thee in mirth's gay hours,
When song and jest pass fleeting by,
When o'er me memory has one…