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And rolls the thunder drum of heaven-
Child of the sun! to thee 'tis given

To guard the banner of the free,
To hover in the sulphur smoke,
To ward away the battle-stroke,
And bid its blendings shine afar,
Like rainbows on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of victory!

3. Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fiy,
The sign of hope and triumph high,
When speaks the signal trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on.
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet,
Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn
To where thy sky-born glories burn;
And, as his springing steps advance,
Cătch war and vengeance from the glance:
And when the cannon-mouthings loud
Heave in wild wreaths the battle-shroud,
And gory sabers rise and fall

Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall;
There shall thy meteor glances glow,
And eowering foes shall sink beneath
Each gallant arm that strikes below
That lovely messenger of death.
4. Flag of the seas! on ocean wave
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;
When Death, careering on the gale,
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And frighted waves rush wildly back
Before the broadside's reeling rack,
Each dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look at once to heaven and thee,
And smile to see thy splendors fly
In triumph o'er his closing eye.

5. Flag of the free heart's hope and home,
By angel hands to valor given!
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven.

Forever float that standard sheet!
Where Breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedoms 88if beneath our feet,

And Freedom banner streaming o'er us!

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DRAKE JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE the Culprit Fay," was born in the city of New York, August 7th, dented Columbia College at an early period, through which he passed with Areptation for scholarship, taste, and admirable choice of the medical profession, and com

social qualities. He soon after made tive city. Immediately after he was

pleted his professional studies in married to Miss Sayah Eckfordd daughter of the noted marine architect, Henry Eckford, through whom he inherited a moderate fortune. His health, about the same time, began to decline; and in the winter of 1819 he visited New Orleans. He had anticipated Come Tenent from the sea-voyage and the mild climate of Louisiana, but was Usappointed and the piling of 1820, he returned to New York. His disease consumption, had now become deeply seated. He lingered through the summer, and died near close of September, in the twenty-sixth year of his age. He began to write verses which very young, and was a contributor to several gazettes Verdrei né Was sieteen years old. The secrets of his authorship, however, werd only known to his most intimate friends. His longest The Culprit poem, summer of 1819, though it was not printed until several years after his t exhibits the most delicate

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EVERYBODY, Yomgrand old children and gray-beards, has

heard of the renowned Haroun Al Raschid,' the hero of Eastern history and Eastern romance, and the most illustrious of the caliphs of Bagdad; that famous city on which the light of

Haroun al Raschia, the 78tave of Monkmla;

råsh' id), a celebrated caliph they with supremi ghit and power in Saracens, ascended the throne in all matterspalatingab religion and and was a contemporary of Charlesiril policy This title is borne by magne. He was brave, munificent, the and fond of letters, but Ploy of a grand seignigt in Turkey, and Sophi Of Persia.

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' Cā'liph, argwocessor or represen: celebrated léity of Asiatic Turkey,

learning and science shōne, lõng ere it dawned on the benighted regions of Europe, which has since succeeded to the diädem that once glittered on the brow of Asia. Though as the successor of the Prophet he exercised a despotic sway over the lives and fortunes of his subjects, yet did he not, like the Eastern despots of more modern times, shut himself up within the walls of his palace, hearing nothing but the adulation of his dependents; seeing nothing but the shadows which surrounded him; and knowing nothing but what he received through the medium of in'terested deception or malignant falsehood.

2. That he might see with his own eyes and hear with his own ears, he was accustomed to go about through the streets of Bagdad' by night, in disguise, accompanied by Giafer the Barmecide, his grand vizier,' and Mesrour, his executioner; one to give him his counsel, the other to fulfill his commands promptly, on all occasions. If he saw any commotion among the people, he mixed with them and learned its cause; and if in passing a house he heard the moanings of distress or the complaints of suffering, he entered, for the purpose of administering relief. Thus he made himself acquainted with the condition of his subjects, and often heard those salutary truths which never reached his ears through the walls of his palace, or from the lips of the slaves that surrounded him.

3. On one of these occasions, as Al Raschid was thus perambulating the streets at night, in disguise, accompanied by his vizier and his executioner, in passing a splendid mansion he overheard, through the lattice of a window, the complaints of some one who seemed in the deepèst distress, and silently approaching, looked into an apartment exhibiting all the signs of wealth and luxury. On a sofa of satin embroidered with gold, and sparkling wit brilliant gems, he beheld a man richly dressed, in whom he rec'og zed his favorite boon-companion Bedreddin, on whom he had showered wealth and honors with more than Eastern prodigality. He was stretched out on the sofa, slapping his forehead, tearing his beard, and moaning piteously, as if in the extremity of suffering. At length starting up on his feet, he

formerly capital of the empire of the caliphs, now capital of the pashalic of the same name, on both banks of the Tigris, about 190 miles above

its junction with the Euphrates.

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Vizier, (viz yer), a councilor of state; a high executive officer in Turkey and other Eastern countries.

exclaimed in tones of despair, "O Allah (God)! I beseech thee to relieve me from my misery, and take away my life!"

4. The Commander of the Faithful, who loved Bedreddin, pitied his sorrows, and being desirous to know their cause, that he might relieve them, knocked at the door, which was opened by a black slave, who, on being informed that they were strangers in want of food and rest, at once admitted them, and informed his master, who called them into his presence and băde them welcome. A plentiful feast was spread before them, at which the master of the house sat down with his guests, but of which he did not partake, but looked on, sighing bitterly all the while.

5. The Commander of the Faithful at length ventured to ask him what caused his distress, and why he refrained from partaking in the feast with his guests, in proof that they were welcome. "Has Allah afflicted thee with disease, that thou canst not enjoy the blessings he has bestowed? Thou art surrounded by all the splendor that wealth can procure; thy dwelling is a palace, and its apartments are adorned with all the luxuries which captivate the eye, or administer to the gratification of the senses. Why is it, then, O my brother, that thou art miserable ?"

6. "True, O stranger," replied Bedreddin. "I have all these ; I have health of body; I am rich enough to purchase all that wealth can bestow, and if I required more wealth and honors, I am the favorite companion of the Commander of the Faithful, on whose head lie the blessings of Allah, and of whom I have only to ask, to obtain all I desire, save one thing only.”

7. "And what is that?" asked the caliph. Alas! I adore the beautiful Zuleima, whose face is like the full moon, whose eyes are brighter and softer than those of the gazelle, and whose mouth is like the seal of Solomon. But she loves another, and all my wealth and honors are as nothing. The want of one thing renders the possession of ĕvèry other of no value. I am the most wretched of men; my life is a burden, and my death would be a blessing."

8. "By the beard of the Prophet,” cried the caliph, “I swear, thy case is a hard one. But Allah is great and powerful, and will, I trust, either deliver thee from thy burden or give thee strength to bear it." Then thanking Bedreddin for his hospitălity, the Commander of the Faithful departed, with his companions.

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AKING their way toward that part of the city inhabited by the poorer classes of people, the caliph stumbled over something, in the obscurity of night, and was nigh falling to the ground: at the same moment a voice cried out, "Allah, preserve me! Am I not wretched enough already, that I must be trodden under foot by a wandering beggar like myself, in the darkness of night!"

2. Mesrour the executioner, indignant at this insult to the Commander of the Faithful, was preparing to cut off his head, when Ali Raschid interposed, and inquired of the beggar his name, and why he was there sleeping in the streets, at that hour of the night.

3. "Mashallah," replied he, "I sleep in the street because I have nowhere else to sleep; and if I lie on a satin sofa, my pains and infirmities would rob me of rest. Whether on divăns' of silk or in the dirt, all one to me, for neither by day nor by night do I know any rest. If I close my eyes for a moment, my dreams are of nothing but feasting, and I ǎwake only to feel more bitterly the pangs of hunger and disease."

4. "Hast thou no home to shelter thee, no friends or kindred to relieve thy necessities, or administer to thy infirmities ?"

5. "No," replied the beggar; "my house was consumed by fire; my kindrèd are all dead, and my friends have deserted me. Alas! stranger, I am in want of everything-health, food, clothing, home, kindred, and friends. I am the most wretched of mankind, and death ălōne can relieve me."

6. "Of one thing, at least, I can relieve thee," said the caliph, giving him his purse. "Go and provide thyself food and shelter, and may Allah restore thy health."

7. The beggar took the purse, but instead of calling down blessings on the head of his benefactor, exclaimed, "Of what use is money? it can not cure disease ;" and the caliph again went on his way with Giafer his vizier, and Mesrour his executioner.

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