POETRY AND INCIDENTS. THE MUSTER OF THE NORTH. A BALLAD OF '61. BY JOHN SAVAGE. I. Oh, mother, have you heard the news?" "Oh, brother, were I but a man Thus, passionately, asked the boy, And thus the dear wife to her mate, The words they could not choke. "The news! what news?" 66 Oh, bitter newsthey've fired upon the Flag The Flag no foreign foe could blast, the traitors down would drag." THE ROMAN TWINS. BY A. J. H. DUGANNE. 'Twas told by Roman soothsayers, What time they read the stars, That Romulus and Remus Sprang from the loins of Mars: That Romulus and Remus Were twin-born on the earth, And in the lap of a she-wolf Were suckled from their birth. By Heaven! I think this legendThis ancient Roman myth For mine own time, and mine own clime, Is full of pregnant pith. Romulus stood with Remus, And plowed the Latian loam, By Heaven! I think that Remus Of Slavery's strife and Liberty's life The sucklings of the she-wolf Like stubble from his path; The Seven Hills of his home, And builded there, by Tiber, The eternal walls of Rome! By Heaven! I think this legend Hath store of pregnant pith; For mine own time, and mine own clime 'Tis more than Roman myth! Like Romulus and Remus, Straight to our hearts comes home¬ When Slavery dies, shall grandly rise Freedom's Eternal Rome! HALF-MAST. In Memory of Gen. Nathaniel Lyon, killed at the Unfurl our flag half-mast to-day, To black each azure star. The drooping breeze scarce stirs a fold; The birds complain with fettered breath; The clouds hang sullenly and cold, For lo a hero's death. |