And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, grease the "hub" round which revolves the world. This fine production is rather heavy for an "anthem," and contains too much of Boston to be considered strictly national. To set such an "anthem" to music would require a Wagner; and even were it And curling and whirling and purling and really accommodated to a tune, it could only be whistled by the BY H. W. L, OF CAMBRIDGE. BACK in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, Over the sea-ribbed land of the fleet-footed Once there went forth young Ursa to gaze at the populace. We now come to a NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY JOHN GREENLEAF W. My native land, thy Puritanic stock Preserv-ed Fish, the Deacon stern and true, The sectional bias of this "anthem "renders it unsuitable for use NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY DR. OLIVER WENDELL H A DIAGNOSIS of our history proves To love it more, behold how foreign shores Ursa, the noblest of all Vikings and horsemen. Sink into nothingness beside its stores. Hyde Park at best — though counted ultra grand — Musing he sat in his stirrups and viewed the, The "Boston Common" of Victoria's landhorizon, The committee must not be blamed for rejecting the above after Where the Aurora lapt stars in a north-polar reading thus far, for such an "anthem" could only be sung by a manner; college of surgeons or a Beacon Street tea-party. NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY N. P. W. ONE hue of our flag is taken Its blue is the ocean shadow That hides in her dreamy eyes, And it conquers all men, like her, And still for a Union flies. Several members of the committee find that this "anthem has too much of the Anacreon spice to suit them. We next peruse a NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY THOMAS BAILEY A. THE little brown squirrel hops in the corn, The cricket quaintly sings; The emerald pigeon nods his head, And the shad in the river springs ; The dainty sunflower hangs its head On the shore of the summer sea; And better far that I were dead, If Maud did not love me. I love the squirrel that hops in the corn, I love the dainty sunflower, too, I love them all; but I love I love - This is certainly very beautiful, and sounds somewhat like Teanyson. Though it may be rejected by the committee, it can never lose its value as a piece of excellent reading for children. It is calculated to fill the youthful mind with patriotism and natural history, beside touching the youthful heart with an emotion palpitating for all. We close the list with the following: NATIONAL ANTHEM. BY R. H. STOD, BEHOLD the flag! Is it not a flag? And midway spread 'twixt earth and sky Would impious hand of foe disturb And blight it with a dew of blood? R. H. NEWELL. (ORPHEUS C. KERR.) Baby Bye 132 Cunningham 478 Shakespeare 160 7. R. Lowell 642 4 But now our quacks are gamesters But who the melodies of morn can tell? Beattie Calm on the bosom of thy God Ralph Hoyt 229 182 Mrs. Hemans 177 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater Anser's Melodies 763 Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pindar 738 Bachelor's hall, what a comical place it is! Anon. 729 190 Florence Percy Behold the flag! Is it not a flag? Miss Procter 459 B. Barton 63 284 R. W. Emerson 625 R. H. Newell 775 Behold the young, the rosy Spring (Translation of Thomas Moore) Behold this ruin! 'T was a skull Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 283 Anonymous 423 151 O. W. Holmes 421 Come back, come back together. 622 Come! fill a fresh bumper T. Moore Ben Battle was a soldier bold Bird of the wilderness Come into the garden, Maud Thos. Warton 325 309 24 181 Come on, sir; here's the place. Anonymous Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean 69 Thos. Davis 72 C. Marlowe 73 Shakespeare 655 71 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 424 Montgomery 351 Whittier 26 224 Sir Ph. Sidney 575 |