She resolves it-proclaims it-"No Cardinal's

tread

Shall befoul the green sod, where the faithful have bled!"

Let him come! let him come! Let him polish the chain,"

That he brings to enfetter our Zion again; We have known it of old-we remember it

still,

We can strip it of all the false glare—and we

will!

And we'll show to the nations, that bend in

the yoke,

That we wear not the bond, which our forefathers broke;

And we'll bid them arise in the might of their

men,

Proclaiming the rightdom of judgment again.

*See Cardinal Wiseman's Manifesto.

F

Then the world shall awake!-and the king

doms declare

"That no foreign prince shall be potentate

there;"

Till the banner Old England has nobly unfurled

The flag of Truth's freedom-waves over the world!

PROTESTANT AGGRESSION.

We have suffered her long,

But we slumber no longer,

The sunlight of Truth bids delusion away; And the army of Jesus

Is stronger and stronger

To marshal its mighty in battle array.

No

more,

with her fawning,

Does "Babylon" guile us,

For she dares to usurp, without shame or

disguise :

All the scum of her filthiness

Flings to defile

us,

And the dust of her vanities throws in our

eyes!

Are Britons-are Protestants

Lost to the feeling,

That blushes to yield a Usurper the sway?
Then, away with half-measures!

Away double-dealing!

Cast compromise once and for ever away.

Not, alone, be the walls

Of our Zion defended,

Let us meet the besiegers without on the

Never halt from the charge,

Till the battle is ended,

And Rome is disabled from fighting again.

Then, a shout for Aggression

On Rome's usurpation!

A song for the faithful, who rise at the word! 'Tis the Protestant cry

Of a Protestant nation,

And we "wish it good luck, in the name of the Lord."

CURSE YE MEROZ.

"Curse ye Meroz, said the angel of the Lord, curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty."-JUDGES V. 23.

"CURSE ye Meroz! Curse

ye

Meroz!"

Said the angel of the Lord;

Curse ye bitterly her heroes

"Cowards"-were the fitter word.

To the help of God she came not,
To His help against the strong:
And who for His cause proclaim not,
To his enemies belong.

Protestants of every nation,

"Tis a warning word for you; Make at once the application,

Ere the curse of Meroz do.