By the souls of patriots gone,
Wake,--arise,--your fetters break,
Kosciusko bids you on,--
Sobieski cries awake!
Rise, and front the despot czar,
Rise, and dare the unequal war.

IV.

Freedom calls you! Quick, be ready,--
Think of what your sires have been,
Onward, onward! strong and steady,
Drive the tyrant to his den.
On, and let the watchword be,
Country, home, and liberty!

JAMES G. PERCIVAL.





CHAPTER II.

SMOOTHNESS.


THE VILLAGE PREACHER.

I.