"One or the other,"

Fast side by side,

"One or the other MUST go

Which on the ocean

Gallant shall ride ?

Which shall be buried below?

Englishmen! ours

It is to proclaim; Protestants! ours is the foe;

Victors-and ours

Alone is the fame

Conquered-and ours is the woe.

Oh! by the spirits,

Loving in bliss

The vessel, they guarded of yore;

Rouse ye, for shame!

At a moment like this,

Rouse! or be slaves evermore!

Tell the Usurper

Doubt you have none,

"Down to the deep HE must go ;— Or if you fall,

The life-blood of all

Must crimson the waters below!"

BRITAIN'S BIBLE.

BRITAIN'S BIBLE!

Britain's Bible!

Source of Britain's envied name;

Sure it is a daring libel

Ought beside to give the fame :Where's the Isle, on sea or ocean, Where, upon the world's wide sod. Glows the land with like devotion

To her Bible and her GOD?

Britain's Bible long hath taught her

Whence the springs of honour rise;

Streams from such a source have brought her Lofty in the nations' eyes.

She's a queen!—the kingdoms own her

Mistress of their every sea,

And no tyrant can dethrone her

From her high supremacy.

Say, then, Britons !-say, shall strangers,
Base Italians, vaunt again,

And her sons be slow avengers,
Wiping off the "scarlet" stain ?—

Shall they suffer Romish fetters
On the free and open Word-
Romish Priests to brave their betters
In the vineyard of the Lord?

Say, will British Freemen stand it,
With their Bible in their hand ?-

Shall these Romish Bishops brand it,
In its own adopted land?

Nay! by all that Book enjoins us, We'll resist them to their teeth;

And the post, our God assigns us,

Shall be guarded to the death.

England shall be free for ever,

England's Bible keep her free,

Till there's not a shred to sever From her throne of liberty: Closed, but when her hist'ry closes, Be that Bible, whence it came; When her laurell'd name reposes

In the record-book of Fame!

THE MEN OF MARY'S DAYS.

A SUGGESTION FOR THE "MARTYRS' MEMORIAL.”

BRING a tablet, fair and white,
Pure from every spot and stain;
On its marble surface write

Heroes of the martyr'd slain.
Write them brothers, side by side,
Claimants for perennial praise,

Men who burned, and bled, and diedMighty men of Mary's days!

Aged ROGERS!-Write him down,
Firm and faithful-bold and brave;
Stretching forward to the crown,
Past the faggot and the grave;