Now then!-Behold that better hap!
A mighty store of treasure
Is pour'd into Columbia's lap
In Californian measure;

Commerce, and labour, land, and gold,
And spirited migration

Now bless your shores an hundredfold
And-shame Repudiation!

Up, worthies all! up, kindly stock!
Up, all my honest hearties!

And bring to shame's own whipping-block
The few defaulting parties:

Why should a tythe of all your States

Throw scorn upon the others, And lay dishonour'd debts as rates

Upon their better brothers?

No! ten long years is long enough

Without a longer dating:

And times are smooth that once were rough,

And all the world's awaiting:

And many sneers at Jonathan

Will no more get a hearing,

And spite have lived its little span
In bygone pamphleteering:

And many a widow's heart for joy
Will brighten into gladness,-.
And many an orphan girl and boy
Forget their years of sadness,-

And many an honest poor old
Shall have outlived his ruin,
If you, my brother Jonathan,
Be only up and doing!

man

Pull one, pull all! and break away
From this reproachful halter,
Let not one witling have to say,

One Yankee's a defaulter:
Kick out the rogues, if rogues

there be;

Why should they blot your brightness?

And let all Europe shout to see
Your honour and uprightness!

O children of a noble race,
Go on and prosper greatly!
I love your Anglo-Saxon face,
A British face so lately:
Let Spain alone be found in fraud,
And scorn be found upon her;

But stand with us, and blaze abroad
In Anglo-Saxon honour!

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President Caglar.

"I am prepared to die; for I have tried
To do my Duty!"-Was it Nelson's twin
Who spake so like an hero when he died,
A Christian hero, with forgiven sin?

Yes!—it is one, Columbia's honest pride

(And mother England's joy,-we claim him too,) Who now is gone far other spoils to win Than late of Palo-Alto,―higher meed,

Trophies of nobler fame, and praise more true,
Than those a grateful country well decreed

To her Best Son; her best and bravest son,
Rough for the fight, but Ready heart and hand
To make it up again with victory won,
In war-and peace-the Glory of his Land!

Liagara :

A SONNET ON THE SPOT.

I long'd for Andes all around, and Alps,
Hoar kings and priests of Nature, robed in snow,
Throned as for judgment in a solemn row,
With icy mitres on their granite scalps,

Dumb giants, frowning at the strife below-
I long'd for The Sublime!

-Thou art too Fair, Too fair, Niagara, to be sublime;

In calm slow strength thy mighty floods o'erflow, And stand a cliff of cataracts in the air

Yet, all too beauteous Water-bride of Time, Veil'd in soft mists, and cinctur'd by the bow, Thy pastoral charms may fascinate the sight, But have not force to set my soul aglow, Raptur'd by fear, and wonder, and delight.

A Word

(By Request)

FOR THE OREGON MISSION.

Push on!-to earth's extremest verge,—
And plant the Gospel there,
Till wide Pacific's angry surge
Is soothed by Christian pray'r;
Advance the standard, conquering van!

And urge the triumph on,

In zeal for GOD and love of man,

To distant Oregon!

Faint not, O soldier of the cross,
Its standard-bearer thou!
All California's gold is dross

To what thou winnest now!
A vast new realm, wherein to search
For truest treasure won,

GOD's jewels,-in his infant church
Of newborn Oregon.

Thou shalt not fail, thou shalt not fall!

The gracious living Word Hath said of every land, that all

Shall glorify the LORD:

He shall be served from East to West,

Yea, to the setting sun,

And JESU's name be loved and blest

In desert Oregon.

Then, Brothers! help in this good deed,

And side with GOD to-day!

Stand by His servant now, to speed
His apostolic way:
Bethlehem's everleading star

In mercy guides him on

To light with holy fire from far
The Star of Oregon.

A National Anthem for Liberia in Africa.

Praise ye the LORD! for this new-born Star,
On the blue firmament blazing afar,

Bless ye
"The love of liberty brought us here!"

the LORD!-our souls to cheer,

Hail to Liberia's beacon bright
Luring us home with its silver light,
Where we may sing without peril or fear
"The love of liberty brought us here!"

Hail! new home on the dear old shore
Where Ham's dark sons dwelt ever of yore,"
Thou shalt be unto us doubly dear,

For "love of liberty brought us here!"

Come, ye children of Africa, come,

Bring hither the viol, the pipe, and the drum,
To herald this Star on its bright career,

For "love of liberty brought us here!"