FALL IN! Fall In! 'TIS no time for vain surmising; Fall in ! While the din of war is rising; See the cloud of conflict falling, Past, the time for speculation; Fall in! Peril menaces the nation; Fall in! Leave to cravens idle prattle; Waste no precious time in trifles; Drop all else and grasp your rifles; Lay your lives on country's altar, Fall in ! Son and sire and grandsire hoary, Insult stains our grand "Old Glory!" By our tars 'neath ocean sleeping, Spirit of the Revolution! Fall in ! Reinforce our resolution; Fall in! North and South now reunited, Union's covenant replighted, Fire on Freedom's shrine relighted! Fall in! -Frank N. Scott. THE OLD ARTILLERIST. The Old Artillerist. HE never has talked of the war-time and battle, He gives himself wholly to peace and its ways And he loves his small fields and his horses and cattle, And the smell of the corn fields through long sum mer days. It seems like a dream in his calm daily labors, That once he fought fiercely where swift bullets smote, But always on Sundays at church with his neighbors A little bronze button is worn on his coat. The sixties had found him where bugles rang charges, Where over the batteries the cavalry rode, And the smoke of the guns hung along the field's marges As hotly the battle's tide eddying flowed. His boy's heart had thrilled at the reverberation, As, plying the sponge or the lanyard, he toiled; His smoke-stifled throat throbbed with fierce exultation The while he stood by till the piece had recoiled. But now!-not a word of the war-time and battle, No tales of the conflict the veteran will tell; He's at peace in his fields with his horses and cattle, For Bill is with Dewey and Jim is with Lee! GREETING FROM ENGLAND. Greeting from England. AMERICA! dear brother land! While yet the shotted guns are mute, Accept a brotherly salute, A hearty grip of England's hand. To-morrow, when the sulphurous glow Go forth in hope! Go forth in might! Though wrathful justice load and train Your guns, be every breach they make A gateway pierced for mercy's sake That peace may enter in and reign. Then, should the hosts of darkness band Against you, lowering thunderously, Flash the word "Brother" o'er the sea, And England at your side shall stand, |