once reconciled to his brethren, and the sons of Carolina were all seen crowding together to the temple, bringing their gifts to the altar of their common country. What was the conduct of the South during the Revolution? I honor New England for her conduct in that glorious struggle. But, great as is the praise which belongs to her, I think at least equal honor is due to the South. They espoused the quarrel of their brethren with a generous zeal which did not suffer them to stop to calculate their interest in the dispute. Favorites of the mother-country, possessed of neither ships nor seamen to create a commercial rivalship, they might have found, in their situation, a guarantee that their trade would be forever fostered and protected by Great Britain. But, trampling on all considerations, either of interest or of safety, they rushed into the conflict; and, fighting for principle, perilled all in the sacred cause of freedom. Never was there exhibited in the history of the world higher examples of noble daring, dreadful suffering, and heroic endurance than by the Whigs of Carolina during the Revolution! The whole State, from the mountains to the sea, was overrun by an overwhelming force of the enemy. The fruits of industry perished on the spot where they were produced, or were consumed by the foe. The "Plains of Carolina" drank up the most precious blood of her citizens. Black and smoking ruins marked the places which had been the habitations of her children. Driven from their homes, into the gloomy and almost impenetrable swamps, even there the spirit of liberty survived, and South Carolina, sustained by the example of her Sumters and her Marions, proved, by her conduct, that, though her soil might be overrun, the spirit of her people was invincible. ROBERT YOUNG HAYNE AMERICA'S GREETING TO ENGLAND. ALL hail! thou noble land, Our fathers' native soil! O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore' Canst reach to where the light The genius of our clime, From pine-embattled steep, While the tritons of the deep With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim. O'er the main, our naval line, Though ages long have passed Since our fathers left their home, O'er untravelled seas to roam,— Yet lives the blood of England in our veins! That blood of honest fame, While the language free and bold, How the vault of heaven rung, When Satan, blasted, fell with all his host,-- Ten thousand echoes greet, From rock to rock repeat Round our coast; While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts, Between let ocean roll, Our joint communion breaking with the Sun: The voice of blood shall reach, "We are One !" WASHINGTON ALLSTON. AMERICA. O MOTHER of a mighty race, And taunts of scorn they join thy name. They know not, in their hate and pride, Spring, like thine oaks, by hill and glen. Thine eye with every coming hour Shall brighten, and thy fame shall tower; And when thy sisters, elder born, Would brand thy name with words of scorn, Before thine eye Upon their lips the taunt shall die. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. PART VI. PATRIOTIC AND NATIONAL HYMNS, SONGS, AND ODES. MY COUNTRY. I LOVE my country's pine-clad hills, Her rough and rugged rocks that rear I love her rivers, deep and wide, Her smiling fields, her pleasant vales, I love her forests, dark and lone, Her forests and her valleys fair, Her flowers that scent the morning air, But more I love my country's name, |