MONTEREY.1 WE were not many, we who stood Now here, now there, the shot it hailed Yet not a single soldier quailed When wounded comrades round them wailed And on, still on our column kept Through walls of flame its withering way; The foe himself recoiled aghast, When, striking where he strongest lay, Stormed home the towers of Monterey. 1 During the Mexican War, in 1846, General Taylor with less than six thousand men took the strongly fortified city of Monterey by storm. The city was defended by a garrison numbering nearly two to one of the attacking force, but it fell before the impetuous assault of the Americans. Our banners on those turrets wave, We are not many, we who pressed CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN. OUR STATE. THE South-land boasts its teeming cane. Rough, bleak, and hard, our little State From autumn frost to April rain, Yet, on her rocks, and on her sands, And wintry hills, the school-house stands; And what her rugged soil denies The harvest of the mind supplies. The riches of the commonwealth Are free, strong minds, and hearts of health; And more to her than gold or grain The cunning hand and cultured brain. For well she keeps her ancient stock, Nor heeds the sceptic's puny hands, While near her school the church-spire stands; While near her church-spire stands the school. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. CARMEN BELLICOSUM.1 In their ragged regimentals Yielding not, 3 When the grenadiers were lunging,+ Cannon-shot; When the files Of the isles, From the smoky night encampment, bore the banner of the rampant 5 Unicorn,6 And grummer, grummer, grummer, rolled the roll of the drummer, Through the morn! Then with eyes to the front all, Stood our sires; And the balls whistled deadly, And in streams flashing redly 1 Carmen Bellicosum: a war-song (of the Revolution). 2 Continentals: the American forces. 8 Grenadiers: English soldiers. 4 Lunging thrusting with their swords. 5 Rampant: standing in a fighting attitude. 6 Unicorn: the Unicorn on the British coat-of-arms. |