were singing together. But victory and defeat make no differences among them now. They have all conquered in the final triumph. Their names will thrill the coming ages, as they are spoken by the tongues of the eloquent; and their deeds will forever be chanted by immortal minstrels. They were together "brave men, who repose in the public monuments, all of whom alike, as being worthy of the same honor, the country buried, not alone the successful or victorious; any justly, for the duty of brave men done by all, their fortune being such as God assigned to each." "By fairy hands their knell is rung, THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG.-By Howard Glyndon, THE days of June were nearly done; Sang birds and children, "All is well!" Through Maryland's historic land, In Cumberland's romantic vale Was heard the plundered farmer's wail, With taunt and jeer, and shout and song, Through frightened Pennsylvania! The tidings startled hill and glen; It was the languid hour of noon, In pleasant Pennsylvania! When, sudden o'er the slumbering plain, Beneath that curse of iron hail, That threshed the plain with flashing flail, Then, like a sudden summer rain, We felt the old ancestral thrill, And fought for Freedom with a will, The breathless shock-the maddened toil- In bloody Pennsylvania! To westward fell the beaten foe; Sou'-westward, with the sinking sun, But ah! the heaps of loyal slain! Back, through the verdant valley lands, THE SOLILOQUY OF ARNOLD.-By Rev. Edward C. Jones. When he was invested with the command of West Point by Wash. ington, General Arnold entered into a secret correspondence with Sir Henry Clinton, and agreed that he would make a disposition of his forces which would enable the British general to surprise the post under such circumstances that the garrison must either lay down their arms, or be cut to pieces. THE plan is fixed; I fluctuate no more Betwixt despair and hope. As leaves the shore May merge his bark, or cast him desolate Upon a savage coast, so, wrought at last Up to a frenzied purpose, I have passed And, therefore, to the strong I yield this heart and hand. What else befits me? I have misapplied The nation's funds, and ever gratified Each vaulting wish, tho' Justice wept the deed; I must have gold. How else the clamorous cry Of creditors appease, and satisfy Demands which haunt me more than dreams of blood, Go? And my path, though smooth, like Tartarus is dark. These rocky ridges, how they shelve on high, Yes, 'tis your own Gibraltar, Washington! Dispenses with the formidable van, With few sulphureous clouds to blot these azure skies. And yet a pang comes over me—I see I thought not then, oh, God! the stamp of shame ODE TO MY LITTLE SON.-Thomas Hool. THOU happy, happy elf! (But stop-first let me kiss away that tear,) Thou tiny image of myself! (My love, he's poking peas into his ear!) Thou merry, laughing sprite! With spirits feather light, Untouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin, (Dear me! the child is swallowing a pin!) Thou little, tricksy duck! With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair f) Thou darling of thy sire! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy! In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link, Thou cherub-but of earth; Fit play fellow for fays by moonlight pale, (That dog will bite him, if he pulls his tail!) Thou human humming-bee, extracting honey (He'll break the mirror with that skipping-rope!) Thou young domestic dove! (He'll have that jug off, with another shove!) (He'll climb upon the table-that's his plan!) Thou enviable being! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, My elfin John! Toss the light ball-bestride the stick, (I knew so many cakes would make him sick!) (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown!) (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!) I cannot write, unless he's sent above!) UNJUST NATIONAL ACQUISITIONS.-Thomas Corvin. MR. PRESIDENT, the uneasy desire to augment our territory has depraved the moral sense and blighted the otherwise keen sagacity of our people. Sad, very sad, are the lessons which Time has written for us. Through and in them all I see nothing but the inflexible execution of that old law which ordains, as eternal, the cardinal rule, "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's goods, nor anything which is his." Since I have lately heard so much about the dismemberment of Mex |