Emblem of purity,
Refuge from tyranny,
Wave in thy might;

Stout hearts will fight for thee,
Pure hearts will pray for thee,
True hearts will bleed for thee,
Herald of right.

GOD AND OUR UNION.

[Inserted by permission of Beck & Lawton, Publishers, Seventh and Chestnut Streets.]

WRITTEN BY LEWIS DELA, ESQ.

LAND of our fathers, redeemed from subjection,
Honor'd Republic, enlightened and free!
We with the harmonies born of affection,
Joyfully chant our devotion to thee,
Strong in thy Northern and Southern dominions,
Eastern and Western, in Union allied!
Wise in thy councils' united opinions!

Safely we make thee our hope and our pride. CHORUS.-Grateful and loyal our anthem shall be,

"God and our Union! the Hope of the Free!"

Dear are thy sisters in social communion,
Sovereign States by no tyrants oppressed;
Thirteen, the eldest, and first in the Union,
Live in our memories dearest and best.
Washington brave, as their leader, array'd them
Firm in their duty oppressors to fight:

God was their guide: in His justice He made them Strong and triumphant in strife for the right.

CHORUS.

Freedom was won by those sisters united:

Brightly their stars on thy banner shall glow! Stripes on its folds, by those stars shall be lighted, Symbols of stripes which shall vanquish thy foe! Washington dwells with the angels whose voices Counsel thy freemen secession to shun; Sainted in glory, his spirit rejoices, Seeing thy millions united as one.

CHORUS.

Dear are thy relics which keep in remembrance Times of our Fathers, the "days of lang syne;" Dear is the "Hall," which thy blest "Indepen dence"

Ever makes sacred, as Liberty's shrine. Dearest of all is thy wise Constitution! Hallowed the rights by that instrument giv'n! Plotters of treason, as just retribution,

Merit thy wrath, and the vengeance of Heav'n.
CHORUS.

Strengthening the ties of their holy relation,
Oh! may thy States, through the ages of time,
Blest by Jehovah, progress as a nation,

Great in its goodness, in Freedom sublime! Then shall thy sons, 'neath thy star-lighted banner,

One in their purpose, a brotherhood be, Chanting the anthem of Freedom: “Hosanna! God and our Union! the Hope of the Free!"

CHORUS.

WASHINGTON'S TOMB.

WRITTEN BY T. P. COULSTON, ESQ.

[Inserted by permission of W. H. Coulston, Music Publisher, 147 North Eighth St.]

HOPES of freemen e'er will cluster,
Where Potomac's waters glide;
Where beneath the shades of Vernon,
Sleeps our noble country's pride.
"Tis no fane where monarchs slumber,
Nor where mystic heroes dwell;
Nor yet where the conqueror's trophies,
Hang of cruel deeds to tell.
CHORUS.-Let no desecrating footsteps

E'er that soil of freedom tread;
'Tis the holy ground of nations
Where repose their hallow'd dead.

Hearts of freemen ever beating
Funeral dirges 'round that grave,

Stand as sentinels forever,

And those hearts are strong and brave.
Gold, nor threats, nor mad ambition
E'er can bribe a warrior there;

For they stand, as one united,
Death or freedom sworn to share.

Sleep then, chieftain, midst thy glory,
Nor let future ages show
That the watchfires thou hast kindled,
E'er on freedom ceased to glow.
Then around thy tomb on Vernon
Millions yet unborn shall bring
Tributes of their lasting homage,
And the world thy virtues sing.

CHORUS.

CHORUS.

SAVE THE UNION.

BY MRS. THOMAS M. COLEMAN.

SONS of Columbia, your country now calls you s Arise in your manhood, prepare for the fight; Repel the bold traitors their false pride and

treason;

And teach them that Freemen will dare to do right!

Oh! sink party spirit for once in oblivion

Let peace be your motto, in God be your trust; Let those who would wage civil war in their madness,

In anguish of spirit repent in the dust.

Go back to the days of the dark Revolution, When son and when sire to the battle did go, With garments all tattered, and feet bare and bleeding,

Each foot-print was left in the cold winter snow. Then treat not so lightly this boon dearly purchased

By the blood of our Fathers, the good and the brave

Who fought, bled, and died 'neath the Banner of Freedom,

Which, in Glory and Triumph, forever should

wave.

Like true Sons of Freedom, now rush to the

rescue;

As the sons of one sire, be ye firm to your trust; Stand up for the Union, be true to your country, Nor let her proud banners be trailed in the dust.

RATHER TOO MUCH FOR A SHILLING.

BY H. ANGELO.

Air-Over the Water to Charlie.

Cove, rouse up, ye freemen, give ear to my song, And muster your forces for action,

Our foemen are marching,-their armies are strong,

But we'll conquer this treacherous faction. We read in the papers strange stories of late, Our noddles they're constantly filling

With threats of secession, disunion, and hate, Which is rather too much for a shilling. CHORUS. It's rather too much for a shilling, 'tis true,

It's rather too much for a shilling,

It's rather too much for a shilling,

'tis true,

It's rather too much for a shilling.

Demagogues and Fanatics preach treason out bold,

With the right of Free Speech to protect 'em, Our Union is threatened, but, with a strong hold, Our boys are on hand to correct 'em.

Dissolve this great Union! 'twill never be done,Oh, who, but a traitor, 'd be willing!

Dissolve this great Union I such talk is no fun,It's rather too much for a shilling.

It's rather too much, &c.