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And striped its pure celestial white
With streakings of the morning light;
Then, from his mansion in the sun,
She call’d her eagle bearer down,
And gave into his mighty hand

The symbol of her chosen land. 2. Majestic monarch of the cloud,

Who rear'st aloft thy. regal form,
To hear the tempest trumping loud,

And see the lightning glances driven,
When strive the warriors of the storm,

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.
8. Flag of the brave ! thy folds shall fly,

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 dimm'd the glistening bayonet,
Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn
To where thy sky-born glories burn;
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
And, when the cannon-mouthings loud
Heave in wild wreaths the battle-shroud,
And gory sabres rise and fall,
Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall;
Then shall thy meteor-glances glow,

And cowering foes shall fall beneath
Each gallant arm that strikes below

That lovely messenger of death. 4 Flag of the seas ! on ocean's 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 ily

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 Freedom's soil beneath our feet,

And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us !




1. Tre gentleman, sir, has misconceived the spirit and ten dency of Northern institutions. He is ignorant of Northern character. He has forgotten the history of his country. Preach insurrection to Narthern laborers! Who are Northern laborers ? The history of your country is their history. The renown of your country is their renown. The brightness of their doings is emblazoned on its every page. Blot from your annals the deeds and the doings of Northern laborers, and the history of your country presents but a universal blank.

2. Sir, who was be that disarmed the thunderer, wrested from his

grasp the bolts of Jove, calmed the troubled ocean, became the central sun of the philosophical system of his age, shedding his brightness and effulgence on the whole civilized world,—whom the great and mighty of the earth delighted to honor, who participated in the achievement of your independence, prominently assisted in molding your free institutions, and the beneficial effects of whose wisdom wir be felt to the last moment of “ corded time”? Who, sir, I ask was he? A Northern laborer, -a Yankee tallow-chandler's son,-a printer's runaway boy!

3. And who, let me ask the honorable gentleman, who was he that, in the days of our Revolution, led forth a Northern army, yes, an army of Northern laborers, -and aided the chivalry of South Carolina in their defense against British aggression, drove the spoilers from their firesides, and redeemed her fair fields from


foreign invaders ? Who was he? A Northern laborer, a Rhode Island blacksmith,—the gallant General Greene, --who left his hammer and his forge, and went forth conquering and to conquer in the battle for our independence. And will you preach insurrection to men like these?

4. Sir, our country is full of the achievements of Northern laborers. Where are Concord, and Lexington, and Princeton, and Trenton, and Saratoga, and Bunker Hill, but in the North ? And what, sir, has shed an imperishable renown on the neverdying names of those hallowed spots, but the blood and the struggles, the high daring and patriotism and sublime courage, of Northern laborers ? The whole North is an everlasting monument of the freedom, virtue, intelligence, and indomitable independence of Northern laborers. Go, sir, go preach insurrection to men like these.

5. The fortitude of the men of the North, under intense suffering for liberty's sake, has been almost godlike. History has so recorded it. Who comprised that gallant army, that, without food, without pay, shelterless, shoeless, penniless, and almost naked, in that dreadful winter,-the midnight of our Revolution,

-whose wanderings could be traced by their blood-tracks in the snow, whom no arts could seduce, no appeal lead astray, no sufferings disaffect, but who, true to their country and its holy cause, continued to fight the good fight of liberty until it finally triumphed ? Who, sir, were these men ? Why, Northern laborers,-yes, sir, Northern laborers

6. Who, sir, were Roger Sherman and- But it is idle to enumerate. To name the Northern laborers who have distinguished themselves and illustrated the history of their country, would require days of the time of this House. Nor is it necessary. Posterity will do them justice. Their deeds have been recorded in characters of fire.




1. Not far advanced was morning day,
When Marmion did his troops array,

To Surrey's camp to ride;
He had safe-conduct for his band,
Beneath the royal seal and hand,
And Douglas 'gave a guide;

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The train from out the castle drew;

But Marmion stopp'd to bid adieu. 2. “Though something I might 'plain," he said,

“Of cold respect to stranger guest,

Sent hither by your king's behest,
While in Tantallon's towers I stay'd,
Part we in friendship from your land;
And, noble earl, receive my hand.”
But Douglas round him drew his cloak,
Folded his arms, and thus he spoke :-
“My manors, halls, and bowers shall still
Be open, at my sovereign's will,
To each one whom he lists, howe'er
Unmeet to be the owner's peer.
My castles are my king's alone,
From turret to foundation-stone;
The hand of Douglas is his own,
And never shall, in friendly grasp,

The hand of such as Marmion clasp."
3. Burn'd Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire,
And shook his very frame for ire :

And “This to me!” he said,
“An 'twere not for thy hoary beard,
Such hand as Marmion's had not spared

To cleave the Douglas' head !
And, first, I tell thee, haughty peer,
He who does England's message here,
Although the meanest in her state,
May well, prond Angus, be thy mate;
And Douglas, more I tell thee here,

Even in thy pitch of pride,
Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near,

I tell thee, thou’rt defied !
And if thou said'st I am not peer
To any lord in Scotland here,
Lowland or Highland, far or pear,

Lord Angus, thou hast lied !”
4. On the earl's cheek the flush of rage

O'ercame the ashen hue of age;
Fierce he broke forth:-“And darest thou, then,
To beard the lion in his den,

The Douglas in his hall?
And hopest thou hence unscathed to go?
No, by St. Bride of Bothwell, no!

Up drawbridge, grooms! what, warder, ho!

Let the portcullis fall!"
5. Lord Marmion turn'd,—well was his reed,-

And dash'd the rowels in his steed,
Like arrow through the archway sprung,
The ponderous grate behind him rung:
To pass there was such scanty room,
The bars, descending, razed his plume.
The steed along the drawbridge flies,
Just as it trembled on the rise;
Not lighter does the swallow skim
Along the smooth lake's level brim.
And, when Lord Marmion reach'd lis band,
He halts, and turn'd with clenched hand,
And shout of loud defiance pours,

And shook his gauntlet at the towers.
6. “Horse ! horse !" the Douglas cried, “and chase

But soon he rein'd his fury's pace :
A royal messenger he came,
Though most unworthy of the name :
Saint Mary mend my fiery mood !
Old age ne'er cools the Douglas' blood :
I thought to slay him where he stood.
'Tis pity of him, too,” he cried ;
“Bold he can speak, and fairly ride;
I warrant him a warrior tried."
With this his mandate he recalls,
And slowly seeks his castle halls.





1. You have heard from my learned friend, gentlemen of the jury, that this is an action for a breach of promise of marriage, in which the damages are laid at fifteen hundred pounds. The plaintiff

, gentlemen, the plaintiff is a widow,-yes, gentlemen, a widow. The late Mr. Bardell, after enjoying for many years the esteem and confidence of his sovereign, as one of the

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