Nor stops to look back
On his dreary track
(_''_) But speeds to the spoils before. MISS J.H. LEWIS.


From every battle-field of the revolution--from Lexington and Bunker
Hill--from Saratoga and Yorktown--from the fields of Entaw--from the
cane-brakes that sheltered the men of Marion--the repeated,
long-prolonged echoes came up--(_f_.) "THE UNION: IT MUST BE PRESERVED"
(<) From every valley in our land--from every cabin on the pleasant
mountain sides--from the ships at our wharves--from the tents of the
hunter in our westernmost prairies--from the living minds of the living
millions of American freemen--from the thickly coming glories of
futurity--the shout went up, like the sound of many waters,
(_ff._) "THE UNION: IT MUST BE PRESERVED." BANCROFT.


(_p_.) Hark!
(_sl_.) Along the vales and mountains of the earth
([o]) There is a deep, portentous murmuring,
(=) Like the swift rush of subterranean streams,
Or like the mingled sounds of earth and air,
When the fierce tempest, with sonorous wing,
Heaves his deep folds upon the rushing winds,
(<) And hurries onward, with his night of clouds,
Against the eternal mountains. 'Tis the voice
Of infant FREEDOM,--and her stirring call
Is heard and answered in a thousand tones
(<) From every hill-top of her western home;
And lo! it breaks across old Ocean's flood,--