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manhood; when this war has ceased, and a hundred thousand colored men can show wounds received in heroic service, or give other evidence that they have bravely fought for our country, I will put these men before the nation, and say, “ they have given their blood to your blood; will you let them or their kind be trampled under foot
any more ?"
Our boys died game. One was ordered to fall in rank. He answered quietly, “I will if I can. His arm hung shattered by his side, and he was bleeding to death. His last words brought tears to the eyes of all around. He murmured, “ It grows very dark, mother---- very dark.” Poor fellow, his thoughts were far away at his peaceful home in Ohio.--Cincinnati Guzette.
The crimson tide was ebbing, and the pulse grew weak and faint, But the lips of that brave soldier scorned e'en now to make complaint; "Fall in ranks ! a voice called to him,-calm and low was his reply: “Yes, if I can, I'll do it I will do it, though I die,'' And he murmured, when the life-light had died out to just a spark, " It is growing very dark, mother-growing very dark.”
There were tears in manly eyes, then, and manly heads were bowed,
Far away his mind had wandered, to Ohio’s hills and vales,
He was dreaming of his mother, that her loving hand was pressed
That her lips were now imprinting a kiss upon his cheek,
And the eye that once had kindled, flashed forth with patriot light,
Gather round him, soldiers, gather, fold his hands and close his eyes,
THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE-TREE.
BY W. C. BRYANT.
Come, let us plant the apple-tree!
And press it o'er them tenderly,
So plant we the apple-tree.
What plant we in the apple-tree?
We plant upon the sunny lea
A shadow for the noontide hour,
When we plant the apple-tree.
What plant we in the apple-tree ?
A world of blossoms for the bee;
We plant with the apple-tree.
What plant we in the apple-tree?
While children, wild with noisy glee,
At the foot of the apple-tree.
And when above this apple-tree
And guests in prouder homes shall see,
The fruit of the apple-tree.
The fruitage of this apple-tree
And they who roam beyond the sea
And long hours passed in summer play
In the shade of the apple-tree.
Each year shall give this apple-tree
The years shall come and pass, but we
In the boughs of the apple-tree.
And time shall waste this apple-tree.
What shall the tasks of mercy be,
Is wasting this apple-tree?
“Who planted this old apple-tree?"
" A poet of the land was he,
On planting the apple-tree.”
D. 8. DICKINSON.- 1861.
Give up the Union ? Its name shall be heard with veneration amid the roar of Pacific's waves, away upon the rivers of the North and East, where liberty is divided from monarchy, and be wafted in gentle breezes upon the Rio Grande. It shall rustle in the harvest, and wave in the standing corn, on the extended prairies of the West, and be heard in the bleating folds and lowing herds upon a thousand hills. It shall be with those who delve in mines, and shall hum in the manufactories of New England, and in the cotton gins of the South. It shall be proclaimed by the stars and stripes in every sea of earth, as the American Union, one and indivisible; upon the great thoroughfares, wherever steam drives and engines throb and shriek, its greatness and perpetuity shall be hailed with gladness. It shall be lisped in the earliest words, and ring in the merry voices of childhood, and swell to heaven upon the song of maidens. It shall live in the stern resolve of manhood, and rise to the mercy-seat upon woman's gentle prayer. Holy men shall invoke its perpetuity at the altars of religion, and it shall be whispered in the last accents of expiring age. Thus shall survive and be perpetuated the American Union, and when it shall be proclaimed that time shall be no more, and the curtains shall fall, and the good shall be gathered to a more perfect union, still may the destiny of our dear land recognize the conception of the poet of her primitive days:
“ Perfumes as of Eden flowed sweetly along,
A MIRROR FOR TRAITORS.
JOSEPH HOLT. -- 1861.
Let no man imagine that, because this rebellion has been made by men renowned in our civil and military history, it is the less guilty or the less courageously to be resisted. It is precisely that class of men who have subverted the best governments that have ever existed. The purest spirits that have lived in the tide of times, the noblest institutions that have arisen to bless our race, have found among those in whom they had most confided, and whom they had most