The New York Herald Newspaper, September 2, 1868, Page 4

4 CAMPAIGN MINSTRELSY. Songs and Rhymes of the Partie: A Tournament Between the Democratic and Republican Muses. “Give me the making of the ballads of a na- tion and I care not who make the laws,"—OLp AvrTHOR, THE DEMOCRATIC LYRICS, For Seymour and for Blair. BY SAMUEL R. SPINNBY, ‘The dear “‘old flag” regenerate as ‘twas in days of yore; Replace the stars of every State eir brilliaucy restore; Then round this Union flag we'll range, With) .criot hearts we'll swear That Rusu’s wasting rule we'll change For Seymour anJ for Blair! Over all our broad and varied land . They jom the glorious cause, To make tie country, ‘heart and hand,”? ‘The “Union” as it was. Then fling tue glittering banner out And let it tiout in air, And sweil tie patriouc shout For “Seyiour aud for Biair."” Let breezes lift the banner high, And with 1.3 colors sport; What names thereon do we espyt ‘And wiat is their import? It means we need a statesman in Tie Presidential chair, And wiil a glomous victory win With Seymour and with Blair. It means to bury, ocean deep, ‘ne sections jealous hate; The coustituuio. sacred keep, ‘The Union reinsiate, It means that North and South agree ‘To treat each other far— “To live tn love and ne With Seymour and with Blair. It means “low taxes, ‘equal rights,” / “one currency for all;”” That Nor.h and South and West unites To heed their country’s call. An! no more shall designing knaves ‘’he coustitation tear, When F Jo's fag in triumph waves With “seymour and with Biair.’ And trade and commerce once again, ‘rhe anvil and tie loom, Our nobie ships upon the main ‘Thetr busy life resume, The farmer and the artisan Alike the harvest share With tavorer and with citizen, With seymour and with Biair, fo save the country, nearly lost, ‘This flag we rally round; To save the rights of dearest cost, ‘To revercnce hadowed ground, The poorest laborer in the land And bonded milltonnaire Should Join with earnest heart and hand For Seymour and for Blair, One country we will be once more, No nights of Stat: denied; flag, as "twas in days of yore, @ pulrtov’s hope and pride. Filing cut the banner, glittering bright, And let it doat in air, And shout aloud, “Defend the right,” For Sey uiour aad for Blair. Star-Spangled Banner for the Nation. Novus ordo seclorum. O Say, can you see, since the war's deadly blight, Our Une ,onored flag without sadly regretting f 2 pcople who soid their irenright cll now the sun of thetr liberty setting t we now pay (near two millions per day) hae fanatics and tyrants bear sway, pane! Banner In mockery waves Gives pr While tie iP Over bondioliing tyrants and tax-ridden slaves. ‘The brave soldiers who fought amid trials so sore (As ond thought) for the old constitution and 10n, And hopcd they would see, when their perils were o'er, ‘The States ail anited in friendly communion; » But now they behold from our Union of old Many States stricken out and by niggers controtled; Whiie the tar-spangied Banner deridingly waves O’er a couniry destroyed by fanatics and knaves, Oh ! what would our sires (who for liberty bled) Think to seo thelr homes sunk in such vile degra- dation The South ruied with bayonets, powder and lead, Aud the Nort uader bonds of most galling taxs- tion f Could they rest in their graves while their children are slaves To these si:oulder-strapped tyrants and bondholding Kua’ . While tae Star-spangled Banner doth tauntingly wave O'er these war-blighted realms of Liberty’s grave? ‘The radicals say they will force the States all ‘Yo accept manhood sudrage and miscegenation ! Por without it they Know that their party must fall And down gues ail hope of ther mongrel uew na- tio: And th « y know if they can’t get old Useless 8, nt a To be their dictator their schemes must avaunt, And the Star-spangied Banner in truth may yet ave we ofer Uie jand of the free and the home of the brave, Who Are the Usurpers? BY WILLIAM HUBBARD, re days of rougu men and rough deeds—and words in the song that I sing, if I choose, ire too precious on scoundrels to waste— . Whucu flows NOt for scullions to taste. i. with felon Sook a4 Forney, ad Rave vin al— through and steal ! who stole forty thousand at least! Mmudonuaiwe burglar—Bea Butler, the Beas! ‘Tis woth wretches whose garments with murder are tiered and splotched with the biood they hed! DBingham—Wwhose eye-balls are scared with ventured out alone in the night! stole Wein, all saintly and wiatet Poor Mary Surratt ! Porer sont never sped 1 heaven thro? the stare ‘ning lustroas o’erhead * » frail body with the dead t And Lan wii \ yred and blest! Murdered motuer! thy guutiessness ts now con- Such as ‘Lovens—corroded with life-long remorse t Whose «th cunkered heart has been long turned to Fort ‘in his mind's eye,” the club beaten Oi aici Who for him gave up Heaven and allt Lured out to the brook side—the night dark and drew “iain by sor unknown"—so the coroner said— But We terrivve spectre cowes back frow the dead t Such as Sumner, the donkey, with ieonine looks, Clad in jacket of suipes, Which was given him by Broows Such as Sumner, the thing! neuter gender! who jade A moexery of marriage, and @ woman betrayed | Then tortured 1 Viet, a8 & ehiet of the Crows Does a capi ¢ lakes in a raid on hus foes | And the tumble bag, Mlth monger, blaspheming Waite! Boss in chief, for long years, of the wench hugger's rade | snd supper beside t worn and low bred t ongue in & scailawag’s head { Oumy countrymen | these are the knaves aspire to be iuasters wien you shail be With @ iis)- woman And th Who ¢ saves. Our Union First, Our Union Last, To keep the Union safe and strong No duty we will shan; Th niinbers many, alt our hearts i In loyaity are one! Mil in those hears, Which pride elates Sitall dwell a love for all our states The South shall have her righta—o'er her Our Lagic spreads its wink — ‘The trea jotiers, brown or white, Shali on the galiows swinj For those Who Wage latestine wars Shall perish by our country’s laws! Our Hall of Independence keeps in mem’ry ever dear The “vld Thirteen,” whore lustrous stare | Grst! our Union last! ’ | Upon our tag appear; ao kiee ir woe if ail of them» Shi dé banner eyer gem, ms Its patriot sons shail ery— | Oar Unk Then shat our flag, with ail its stars, dn giory ever fv. And Norih aad South and East and West In Unicn buuad be ever biest, ‘hey"ll get gregnh CHoRvs—Hurrah for t Here's @ health to the wise and the brave, Whose aim ts their country to save! To'teach the base radicals how to behave We leave to the White Boys in Blue. Fltng Out tho Union Banners. Cronus—Then shout, ye sons of freedom, w tie _ ‘That Seymour is the man. We've had enough im} And siiver plunder, habe Taxation for the niggers We find will never do ‘The rule of the oppressor 1s drawinj es — And signs of tr ‘Our country surely show, : . CHoBvs. Yes, Seymour is the man ‘Oar counters wi0g e-) rights We need a statesin x We're through the bloody fight And Blair will act his part With candor true and just, And abolition hordes We'll crush beneath the dust, Arise, Yo True Democracy. AIR—Bonnie Blue Flag. Arise, ye tried democracy, The campaign opens fair; Arise and strike a giant biow For Seymour and for Blair. Arise in all your majesty, Arise in ail your might; Arise, and show the scallawage You're “beited" tor the figatt Huzza! Huzzal We mean to do and dare, ‘We’il siand our ground through ev'ry round, .For Seymour and for Blair, The spirit of old chivalry, is waking from the tomb, f And in iis gray, like dawn of day, Dispels the jong night gloom; The morning star of hope once Beas in the Eastera sky; The sun of old democracy Will soon be blazing high. Ye mongreis boast Oley host Of yellow, black and white; The platforin of democracy Is freedom, truth and right { From North to South, from East to West, Our cause is roiling on; We'll have no peace, we'll have no rest, Until the battle’s won! We democrats have built upon ‘Men firm as adamant; The radicals have “squatted” om Their Universal Grant Those towers built upon the rocks, ‘The fiercest storms withstand; But how the cool November shocks, Will squash those raised on sand The White Boys in Blue. TUNE—The Bonnets o' Blue. Here's a health to the White Boys in Blue, To the soldiers and satlors so true; We trust they’il defend the good and trae cause, And stand by our freedom and laws. “It 18 good to be merry and wise, It is good to be honest and true,’? It is good aires constitational law And to hohor the White Boys in Blue. CHoRvs—Hurrah for the White Boys in Blue, The Sailors and White Boys in Blue; United you're strong, you are many, not few, Ye Sailors and White Boys in Biuel Here's a health to Seymour and Blairt Uniting, we bolaly declare Seymour's right to the White House and President's chair, With the ald of the White Boys in Blue. No taxes the bondholders pay, But the truth soon to tuem must be told; In « few months will roll round the day cks instead of the gold. ¢ Whits Boys in Blue, &c. In Congress there must be a change; In dne time we will vote and arrange To place Seymour and }inir at the head of affairs, By the Sallora and \Vtite Boys in Bluel CHorvs—Hurrah ior the White Boys in Blue, &c. Here’s a health to the W) To the soldiers and sailors ao trie: Here’s a health to the workingmen, gallant boys, Boys in Blue, too, You oust gl unite as one man, Thea “up, guards, and at em’? like me March in order with bold front and face: It is baltots, not bullets, we give them, and then We will conguer and win the fali race. Cnoxvus—Hurrah for the White Boys in Blue, &c. The Right to Vote—A Negro Soliloquy. BY MRS. M. J. PRESTON, OF VIRGINIA, It was & glorious thing, they said, ‘This freedom that they talkea about— This right to come and go without Question, or beck, or bar, Instead . Of slavish cringing—as they said. I’m sure I have not found it so; I’d_rather hear my master say, “We cannot spare you, Tom, to day; Your work counts double, a8 you know,’* Ah, well—I own I liked it so! Yes, Iam free to straggie West, Or, idle northward, if | chose; Who marks how mary days I loser Who praises when I do my best? Who carea to chide, aye—East or West? You talk of “suffrage.” Did the vote cast on Monday at the pols, Like any white man, mend the holes Worn in my old plantation coat? ‘I’ve got the puffering and the vote. My wife keeps crooning in my ear; My wild ones at my heels, Rave of the merry cotton flelds And of the happy huskings’ cheer; And moan aud murmuring il my ear. Oh for one hour of the old days! ‘When ail the “quarters” came at night, To gossip in our cabin bright And dance around the pine knots’ blaze, We'll never, never know such days t ‘Then, ali the cost and ail the care We left within our master's hand, Without a wish to understand— Believing the division fair— Th’ exemption ours, and his—the care. No Christmas visions of brave clothes And dainties from “the house” arise To taunt my children’s gaping eyes, As shivering at the coming snows ‘They cower bencath their tattered clothes. Ingtead—I have your leave to vote! Why, sirs, miy iinps who've learned to write ‘Theit nameless names tn black and white wad fire and shoe and coat— » and your right to vote t Pay ’em in Greenbacks. Ain—Susannah, Our fathers made a government, And fixed it up all right; ‘The people then were all content, ‘Their taxes were So light; ‘The democrats then had the rule, ‘The laws they made were just; They also had anovher rule— “in God we put our trast,’ Crorve—Then our—taxes— Were so very light; We always had te cash on hand To pay them oif at sight, While democratic men did rule Our income was so great We had a “surpins revenue ‘To give to every State; ‘The people then were rich and gay, With plenty were content, ‘And every patriot did say God bless our government, Cionvs—Thea our—taxes, &c, Now radicals bave made a debt More than we can ire, And they will make ft bigger yet, in bureaus for the nigger; For now one-half of all we make with or spade, or taxes, qT rrument is sure to take ay of taxes. —taxen— growing bigger; lion every week idle nigger. n’* of every class But “workings Have now rasde up their mind To give mw aia a o And leave theui all beind; It will be done—now you may bet ‘The buttons on your coats, ‘Then we wiil pay the nation’s debe ith “legal lender notes.” Wit CroRUs—Then our—laxcs— Will be so very light; We'll aiways bave (he cash on hand ‘To pay tiem off at sights Horatio Seymour—Next President. A DOUBLE ACKOSTIC, Te is our choseN chieftain; he shalllead Orer victory Aids the country to success; Reduce the taXes, save us in our need, And, making greater freedoin, make Laws less. ‘This trust we Place in him, nor doubts nor fears Jnvade out peltfect pence,” We know this maa G8 Whon the Wid Ening circles of tt Shed larger luStro . Lee the critic Bach act of his whole life with share Yer shall he fn} no thaw; he Is, indeed, Most earnest, vf Oh, Wortay ¢ United ia that + Regora | “Ratee High the White Man’s Banner.” we Cuoxus—1hen, the colamn; Beneath the: white mane an er ‘The laurel and the we names like none Sant conquer with ple may Ib wiudieating every right, o ‘out each: all free bern’ Join, with a brave intent To vindicate our tathers' ch “A wiute man’s No mendicant or negro rule outs men Way ta prize 5 eritage rom The great, ihe true, the wise, Let Grant and Coifax fight beneate ‘The flag of sable hue; And nobler jell do. ‘Then, comrades, 40, The Bonale Stars and Seripes. AiR—Bonnte Blue Flag, We're going to our Union—we're standing by our trust, nes So give us back that Southerm land Where sleeps our fathers’ dust; It cannot be dissevered—tt cost us bloody wars; We never can give up the land where float the Stripes and stars. Onorvs—Hurrah, hurrah, for white men’s rights hurrah! Hurrah for the true old flag, with all its Stripes and Stars. We Seated you all as brothers, you trusted in our word, Until Lorn implous hands abolition cut the silver cord; So now with us unite it, that we can under tt lives Around the constitution its rights to you we'll give. joRvs—Hurrah, hurrah, for democracy hurrah! i Hurrah for the true old flag, with all ite ‘Stripes and Stars, We deem our cause most holy, we are a State rights band; With Seymour for our chieftain we'll by the Union d Our bride |s fair Columbia, no stain her beauty mars, O’er her we'll raise the bonnie old flag that bears the Stripes and Stars. CHorvs—Hurrah, hurrah, for the brave old flag hurrah { Hurrah for the brave old flag that bears the Stripes and Stars, Down with abolition, bonds, Butler and his pack; Up with the constitution; give us the Union back; Down with five-twenly bonds, let Grant and Beecher slide; Up with the democratic chief, Seymour, our pride. CHorvs—Horrah, hurrah, for Seymour hurrah ! Hurrah for the true old fag, with all its Stripes and Stars, * Beecher, Banks and old Ben Wade say “Let the Union alide,’* But we say “Down with Greeley,” the negro is his pride. Goodby, General Grant, and all your mongrel pack, We'll beat ony back in sixty-eight and have the Union back. Cuorus—Hurrah, hurrah, for Seymour hurrah | Hurrah jor that true old fag, with all its Stripes and Stars. “Let Us Have Peash.” A MODEL SONG FROM THE COPPERHEAD WORLD. Aln—Ole Dan Tucker. Sam Ulysses he got drunk, Fell in the fire and kicked up @ chunk; Kicked up a chunk and broke his shin, Guess that he wont do It agin, Ont of the way, Sam Ulysses, - Out of the way, Sam Ulysses, Out of the way, Sam Ulysses, ‘You've no chance for the loaves ana fishes, Simpson lived on a trotting track, Carried Washburne on his back, Cut his corns with a sulky wheel, Which gin him the jixn-jams in the heel. Out of the way, Hirain Simpson, Out of the way, Hiram Simpson, Out of the way, Hiram Simpson, ‘The White House chair you'll get no glimpse on. Useless Hiram came to town To buy two pups of Marshal Brown, Looked in a glass and tumbled down, Took six weeks to fetch hitn roun', Out of the way, Useless Hiram, Out of the way, Useless Hiram, Out of the way, Useless Hiram, Chaps like you we don’t desire ’em, ‘Windy Phillipa don’t like Sam, Thad ns he dees cuss an’ dam, Greeley swears like a buccancer, Ann Dick'nson says its mighty queer. Out of the way, Simpson's party, Out of the w: jum pson’s party, Out of the way, Simpson's party, Seymour and Blair are bound to start ye, Democratic and Epigrammatic. From Greenland’s icy mountaing, From India’s coral strand; Where Afric’s sunny fountains Roll down their golden sands; To every Southern river Shall negro sut But not up in New con For that’s too close fo Aum / — omatar vag f Longe at the ni shall rule tf To keep their bottom rail on top ooh Their bayonets they dieplay; But at their folly we tp a And march the To next November's polls to vote for Biatr and for Seymour, To carry ou the war: nies a Now war is to a period bt ‘Still more our taxes are. Strange conduct this all must allow< Hush | let your murmurs cease; You pay these double taxes now To carry on the peace, Here's to the man That pulled the That killed the old cuss ‘That freed the nigger t When first I met Horatio Seymour He took me by the hand; he, “How Is the constitation, nd how does she stand ?* ‘To which a radical adds:— ‘Tia the most distressful conatitation That ever yet was seen, For they're putting men in office now For a wearing of the Green, Then comrades, &0. ns tock ck es he e of fate is now unsealed, And ‘tis recorded there ‘That Grant must unto Seymour yield And Colfax yleld to Biair. ‘The people speak, the rads go down Before their stern decree, As the devilled pigs, "neath the master's frown, Went tumbling to the soa, Ulysses Grant, My Jo. AIn—John Anderson, my JO. Times Grant, my jo Grant, hear it’s your intent, To mount the donkey once again, And ride for Presivent, You'll run, and you'll get beat, Grant, Your donkey will not go— Democracy must win the race, Ulysses Grant, my jo. Ulysses Grant, my so Grant, ‘The truth must be laid bare, You've neither wit nor wisdom, Grant, To fill that honored chair, It would be more in keeping, Grant, ‘To swagger in a show, ‘Than fill the shoes of Washington, Ulysses nt, my jo, Ulysses Grant, my jo Grant, ir dollars are but few; taxed, that nigger Sambo mag strutting round like you. ny &O., &C, “Rub Down the Nigger’? Wait for the Wagon, Grant's nigger wagon founders, It's whecis are ina rut, , ‘The axletree is broken, ‘The tongue in two is cut. Rub down the ni n we niggers, n the niguers, For they're all smoking hot, The Riggers round are grinning— Laugh ng in their nleoveay Grant has got the ringbone, x has the heaves, Rab down, &o The democratic wagon his horse susere ned strong. Sey Ymour cries, “Uiywses, L've no time to stay, Clear away your niggers, Your mote cart clear away.” Rub down, &o, Seymonr stands a moment; Up @o hoofs and heets, Down go Grant and Volfax— Squeiched bencath the wheets, Rub down, &o, NEW YORK HERALD, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1868.—TRIPLE SHEET. BEPUBLICAN BUCOLICS. * Come Fill Your Glasses, Fellows! .. BA LATS MILBS O’RBILLE, Let us have no more discussion here— wher Prats Signs We take our fore:nost i | : Hea aie Achar wee 18 CO! dd the rig Our own Ulysses And if asked what State he hails from, ‘This our sole reply shall be, “From near Appomattox Court House, With its famous apple troe.”’ For ‘twas there to our Ulysses That Lee gave up the fight. Now, boys, “To Grant for Preatdent, And God defend the right |” + Shall the Past Be Forgotten? 4 BESPONSR TO THE COPPERHEAD LEADERS WHO SAY “LBT BYGONE Bi ‘GON AS,"! AIR—The Sword of Bunker Ht, No; never while a to1ubstoue stands Above a soidier’s grave Can we forget ery treason to ‘the land he to save. Those King monuments of death That the hero’s fame ‘Will bear to millions yet unbern ‘The story of your a And pillars broad that rise on higt, Like Bunker Hill’s great shaft, To every clime beneath the sk Your treachery sual! waft; Our glorious flag, unfurled aloft, et pach port i Bea, ill bear upon its waving stripes Your damning infamy. And nations o'er the whole wide world Shall hear your craven cry, When freemen rushed their rights to save, Or, failing, nobiy die, No, no; the past 13 all secure, And each returning year Will make your treason viler stall, And liberty more dear. The Copperhead. BY JOHN HOPELY. Of all the factious men we've seem, ir Existing now or long since dead, No one — ever known so mean A Scowling, pandering, Vicious, State rights copperhead. From him the decenctes of life And all its courtesies have fled; He lives in fretful, factious striue, A testy, touchy copperhead; A negro-fearing copperhead; A xeveeheey nest copperhead; ‘When “Save the Union” was the ory, And thousands for the Union ‘The nation’s right he did deny To save itsel{—this copperhead; ‘A Son of Liberty copperhead, A Golden Circle copperhead; A scheming, lying, Screaming, fying, Mean, Canadian copperhead. When Southern miscreants ett ‘Their helpiess prisoners’ blood to shed, And Libby m undermined, Who then approved? The copperhead ; ‘The soldier shooting copperhead, ‘The patriot hooting copperhead; The war abusing, Aid refusing, Crime excusing copperhead. Who scoffed at Pillow's bloody fray And Andersonville’s murdered dead? Who victory’s hour did long delay? e ‘The traitorous, treacherous copperhead; ‘The crime creating copperhead; ig copperhead; Wrath invitingy yrath inviting, Death delighting copperhead, When widows mourn their lonely lot And orphan children wepi their dead, Who said thetr just deserts they got? The Northern rebel copperhead; The widow libelling copperhead; The grief deriding copperhead; bird firing, a iy, qi Booth admiring copperhead. Nor woman’s grief nor orphan’s tears, Noreven a Stout honored dead, Are sacred from the jibes and sneers Of every brutal copperhead; pore power + ome copperhead; Bach preacher curst perhead; Each Union hating, yt . War creating, Repadiating copperhead, Hurrah! Harrah! for General Graat. AIR—Bonnte Blue Flag. Old Maino to California sends The welcome, welcome word, And Northward ro! i“ to the south gi Hurrah, bur dna fing his ban Hurrah! Hurrah, For General Grant, hurrah t Hurrah for the Unton Fing With every Southern Star. The wave of Reconstruction From oid Virginia's bills Acress the South to Texas plaing And every bosom thrills, When this is done we'll join the fight, « And it iy our intent To hoist the name of General Grant And make We'll swear upon the sword of Lee, Beside our Jackson's grave, To battle only for the man Jnion save. Who can the U By ali t By ail we hope to be, We'll rally to tie standard now ‘That keeps the people free. ‘uTah! Hurrah, &c, They're rallying North, and East, and West, We'll rally in the South, With ringing shouts tor General Grant Upon each patriot mouth. Hurrah for Grant! the uts must roll From every Union lip, Anil every man must rally now To man the Union ship. Hurrah! Hurrah, &c. The Third of November, 1868. BY JAMES %. DALZELL. As the days now are whirling and speeding away They are bringing us nearer in battle array; And, freemen, remember, | serie remember, Prepare for the fight of the third of November, ‘That day will the hosts of the tratror assemble, That day wil the pillars of liberty tremble; ‘Then arm for the conics and look to the Lord, And cuarge on the traitors and scatter the horda, ‘The camps of the traitors are busy to-night, And they are grrperies and massing for fight, And we must be ready with every man, And march in the cotumn with Grant ia the van, Shall treason triumphant agatn raise tts head And trainple the last of our glorious dead ? Snail a pation now saved, by battle, be lost And ali our liberues oceanward tossed ? Oh, never, no, never, ungratefal shall we So tarnish the g.ortous “Mag of the free; But express by our ballots the national thanks, And vote for (he hero, the pride of ail ranks, ‘The principles fought for we still do maintain, And subinit will we never to reves ahs For the price of our liberties, 90 help us Godt We'll pay it, if needed, again with our blood. Our liberties all we are watching to-day, As we Watcher! and we fought in the perilous fray; men, remember; we charge you, remember, Prepare for the ughi of the third of November. A New Ben Adbem. Horatio Seymour (may his troubles nevor conse), Awoke one nigit irom dreams of fears—not peace— And saw within the shadow of his room, Ali deep and dark with marky loom, An angel writing in a book of brass, Of thu that were to come to pass. pai cI neh his room he said: “ ethour’ ‘The anget raised his hi And, with @ marvellous look of pre necy, veins “The names of Presidents to Be. id 1a Mine one?" asked Seymour, “Nay, no 80," anget ‘Then se; ‘gant too w, ” And rudely said: “1 pray they, them, i Write me as one Who il never tun ‘again ” ‘The angel wrote avu shed. The next night ceeuebicauen all dazzling ies \ red the naiues the people's voice had Aad lo! Grant's uawe ted ule rest. = ‘The Tramp, Tramp, of the Tanners. wut aw Bince a Ane aoa 4p trap, cup marching, Oheer up, Southern a Ines, ‘ou shall see the loyal North ee ene Free When we granted terms of peace, Giving lite ne peeioe. too, Wobelieved the had had enough of war; But the traitors march again, ora as al at gl CuoKkus—Trawp, tramp, &c. Let us rally from the city, From the mountain the And uuited vote for Grant and Co! wo, bo that all the world may see ‘That the country’s rigat again, And ts strong in spite of aii that traitors do. Cuonvs—iramp, tramp, &c. When the White House changes hands And our General takes command, Abd 0... marching days aud nights are fully o’er, ‘We wil lay our torches ng Aud uniting hand in han Swear the Union shail be stronger than before. Cuoxvs—trawp, tramp, tramp, ‘The Tanners marching, Cheer up, Southern loyal meu, And beneati tie Tanner's torch You shall see the loyal North Rout the copperheads and rebels once Can-non, Can-non, Can-non. When th’ sulphurous storus on Sumter broke ‘The people in their wrath awoke, And, moved as by impuise divine, The t hearts awung into line; ‘ne traiter hid behind @ tree, And all day long nauyht heard he But can-non, cun-10n, Can-nen, O sound of fear! Unpleasant to the traitor’s ear, The crimgon war came surging on, And death, his ghastly steed upon, Rode to the tron to guide the tight. ‘The copperhead in sore alfrizht ‘Then hid himself behind & tree, And then, perspiring, naught heard he But can-non, can-non, can-nor. O word of fear! Unpleasant to the copper ear. That man, before the fight began— General Valandigtudinham— His war on melons then did cease, And, putting on tae garb of peace, Over tne border found a tree To watch and wait while heard he ‘The can-non, Can-non, can-noa, O sound of gear 1 Unplesant to Vai's quaking ear, ‘Then cunnihg Seymour basely bid The rogues in ceils and ceilars hid ‘To riot wild the homes upon Of those who to the war had gone. ! Then, trightened by their deviltry, Behind Old Butler straight hid he, ‘The can-non, can-non, can-non— O sound of fear t Unpleasant to the Gov’nor’s ear. Then Voorhees, in the dread midnight, With ‘anterns dark did soas unite, And swore to ope’ the prison pen Aud murder helpless wives and men.” But Voorhees lacked the nerve, you see, To carry out his deviltry. Oh! can-non, can-non, can-non, ‘That sound of fear Unpleasant to the Voorhees ear. Then tender-hearted Thurman sought The camp, when rebs in rags were brought— ‘Thelr rags with patriot’s blood all red— And gave them garments, wine and bread. ‘hen boys in biue the Judge 'd see, Behind the petticoats hid he. Oh! can-non, can-nou, can-non, ‘That word of fear Uapleasant to the Judge's ear. And all the whi'e our boys in blue In battles swung our eagles through ‘The sulphury clouds. Death on them rained, Tul hard.earned victory peace prociaimed. Then stole the traitor trom the tree, Bold as brass, for naught heard he Of can-non, can-non, can-Ron. Oh! word of fear Unpleasant to the traitor’s ear. And now, from every swamp and hole, They swarin in crowds to take control, To wield in peace the land they hate And left so meanly to its fate, To hide behind the coward’s tree When-wild war heid its revelry Of can-non, can-non, can-non, Oh! sound of fear Unpleasant to the traitor’s ear. ‘Traitors in Council—Traitors in War. BY MRS. HELEN TRUESDELL HARRIS, Anh! traitors in council and traitors in war, With their vain and loud poeene resounding afar, Have eee the length and the breadth of the land, With the blood of the innocent fresh on their hand, To mingle their voice with the copperhead crew, ri este they've done and tell what they'll 0; ‘Woet woo to our country, deep shame to us au, When traitors hold council in Tammany Hall With Forrest, the brutal, and ah too, Who wronged our brave soldiers and hated the blue; Some sixty beside them, as reckleas and bola As the pirate who searches the ocean for gold. Ifthey dared they would fing out their black ‘and woe to the faithful that fell in thelr way! Ah, woe to the faithful and shame to us au, When traitors are summoned to Tammany Hall! ‘With Seymour for captain, and Blatr in the lead, They have mustered their forces—ah, great was When they thought to ally them with traitorous men, ‘Who had purpled cach valley and mountain and en With the blood of the bravest, the truest and best, New —*= famed sons and our boys frou the Ah, woe to our country ! ah, woe to us all, When traitors can revel in Tammany Hall! To Seymour, the crafty, we give but our scorn— or a that e’er such @ creacure was born. More kindly to Biair, one deep sigh we waft— He was fighting when Seymour defeated the draft, To 1s we have but a few words to say: We cannot trust those who are sure to betray, ‘Then woe to our country and woe to us all, When traitors are planning in Tammany Hall! But a patriot soldier I Pa you now, Like the Roman of old, with the bay on his brow; He stood by his country, undaunted and true, And perilied his life tor the red, white and blue; “Never fail,” was his motto, and still it is heard, And the soul of the patriot millions is stirred; And the hearts of the loyal beat wild at the call, Though traitors have revelled in Tammany Hail, With Grant for our leader we've nothing to fear, And Colfax is ee with hosts in the rear; Ah! thousands of soldiers, who fought by his side, Will hail their commander with honor and pride, We will ring every change on the word “Never fall,” When the Fourth of November shall freshen the gaie. Then, Joy to our country! great Joy to us all, When traitors are routed from Tammany Halll We'll Fight It Out Here on the Old Union Line. We'll rally again to the standard we bore Ofer battle elds crimson and por Shouting, “Hail to the Chief,’ who in freedom’s tierce war Hath covered that banner with glory. Cnonus—Then rally aga n, then ratly again, With the soidier and sailor and bummer, And we'll fight it out here, on the old Union line, No odds if it takes us all summer, We'll rally again by the side of the men Who breasted the conilict’s flerce rattle, And they’li find us still true who were true to them then, And bade them “God speed” in the battle. Cnonvs—Then rally again, then rally agal With the soldier and sailor and bummer, And we'll fight it out here, on the old Union line, No odds if it takes us all summer, We'll rally again, and “that of the free’? Shali stay Where our heroes have placed tt, And ne'er shail tiey govern, on land or on sea, Whose treason hath spurned and disgraced it, Cnorvus—Then rally again, then rally again, With the soldier and sailor and bummer, And we'll fight it out here, on the old Union line, No odds if it takes us all summer, We'll rally again and our motto shall be Whatever the nation that bore us, God biess that old banner, “the flag of the free," And all Who would die with it o’er us. CHoxvs—Then rally again, then rally again, With the soldier and savor and bummer, And we'll fight it out here, on the old Union ne, No odds if it takes us all summer, “Let Us Have Peace”—Grant. From hatlow'd ground, From martyr’s mound, From widow's breast, Froin grief oppreased, From every flood, ti ith bh gees iy Samy ‘rom toll oppressed | From hit dale, | From evory vale From rock girt Mame To Westorn plain, ‘The praybrs increase “Let us have peace.!* BY JOHN G. WalTTIBE. Great Heaven! Is this our mission? End in this the and tears, ‘The tolls, better panes | Beil as the World rolls tm light, shall ours im wars, the watchings, of our younger, jhadow turn cursed of Dern God, through outer Where the far nations looked for night, a blackness in the air! Where for words of hope they listened, the long wail of despair | Ege passes on us—face to face 0 it stands hb solemn lips of question, like the Sphinx in Egypt's sands, ‘This day we fashion destiny, our web of fate we Spin 5 This for all hereafter choose we holiness or sin, Even bow from siarry Gerizim or Eboi’s cloudy crown We on the dews of blessing or the bolts of cursing own, By all for which the martyrs bore their agoay and shame; By all the warning words of truth with which pte phets came; . By the future which awaits us; by all the hopes which cast ‘Their faint ne trembling beams across the black- ness of the past; In the names of bese who for our country’s freedom died; Oh ye people ! Oh my brothers! choose ye the right- evus side! So shall the freedom lover go joyful on bis way ‘To wed Penobscot’s waters to San Francisco's bay, ‘To make the rugged places simovth and sow the vale with grai And bear, ith liberty “and law, the Bible tn bis train; ral ‘The mighty North shall biess the South, and sea shall answer And Mountain nto mountain shou!—Praise God, for we are free, “All Hail the Fiaunting Lie!” BY THE NEW YORK TRIBUNE, JUNB, 1850. All hail the flaunting lie! ‘The stars grow pale and dim; The stripes ure bloody scar:— A lie the vaunting hyma. It shields a pirate’s deck it binds @ man in chains, It yokes the captive’s ueck, And wipes tie bloody 8\ uaa, Tear down the flaunting lic t Half-maot the starry fag.t Insult no sunny sky With hate's polluted ragt Destroy it ye who cant Deep sink tt in the waves t It bears a fellow man y ‘To groan with feiluw slaves. Furl, furl the boasted lie t ‘THI freedom lives agata, To rule once more i truth. Among untraminelied mea, Roll up the starry sheen, Conceal its bloody stains 5 For in its folds are seen ‘The stamp of rnstiing chains. To Genecat ¥. P. Blair. a have falsified your record For the fitful hope of place, The sword you drew in honor You have sheathed now in d'sgraees The hand that bore our standard Has pa'sied'—los: its clasp — And takes tie hand of traitors: Jn its dishonored grasp. You have left the cause of freedom, The Union and the laws, To fan the tires of discofd And honor the “lost cause,” AMulate with tony Who, with revenzeful breath, Are living unrepentant And plot the nation’s death. ., You, to gain a nomination, From your comrades’ sides withdraw— Co.urades who fough! beside you Upon old Kenesaw; For this you've left the ‘loyal blue” ‘To wear the “rebel gray,’ For this, the cause of human rights You basely cast away. Yon are standing hand in hand with thems You at Atianta faced; And they who stood peeie xen then Feel by your act disgraced, Oh! in your midnight musings Your thoughts must bitter be To recollect that ouce you marched With Sherman to the sea. ‘ That once your voice made traitors quafl And loyal hearts rojoice; ‘To treason then your answer was ‘The brazen cannon’s voice. You've -scaped the rebel bullets but To by the ballot fall, And dra‘n from disappointment’s oup “The wormwood and the gall.” You've lost forever the respect. Of ail the “brave and true,"” Who in the thmes that tried men’s souls ‘Then with you ‘wore the biae.” . These names the scroll of infamy Shall, deeply graven, bear— Read by fature gpncretions— They are d, Johnson, Blair. Out in the Cold. Out in the cold! Out in the coid! Bleating like Iambkins shut out of the fold t ‘There they are standing, to wonder aod shiver, Adown by the waters of cruel Salt river t There ts poor Hendricks, stone dead as a herring; And Hancock, as coli, e’en despite all his daring! And there is McClellan, 80 brave and so flerce, Not a bit off than poor Franklin J. Pierce. ‘There's Packer and Parker and M3 pager re gd ‘The last was go sly that he shrewdly withdrew. These three P's ther could not get the voies, So they've gone of @ fishing in Sait river boats, What a dismal coliection of shivering shades; Among them are Hottman and English. The giades bare wander contain, too, @ ceriain old jure! Who was very implously left in the larch. Then there's Doolittle, too; and I really declare, Hi fast his half vote is poor General Blair t And Andy is hi in tearful embrace Upon the cold shoulders of Salmon P, Chase t Oh, never before such a scene was beheld, Since the hoary old days of what Poets call old, Farewell, dismal shades | I wou'd see you no mores I hasten to grect the successful Seymour t Republican Epigrams. Sing a song of Seymour, And late full of rye; Every Tammany injun’s Finger’s in the pie, When the pic is opened Little birds will sing— Baas = yor Seymour want to be, fut never will be king.” Biair in the wigman, Feeling very frisky, bi = of high —— m (Synonyin of whiskey); Seymvur out doors Showing off his clothes, ‘Long comes Ulysses Graat And nips oif lus nose, Sone Meet Hubbard jen| a te cupboard When she got there She fonnd Seymour and Blatr, And 80 poor (icgenbacks got name, She then started Vest, ‘To get her some rest, Which she oped to find there; But the rebeis ail swore ‘She rest must no more, But go stumping for Seymour and Blais. Then fling the loyal banner out { We'll “fight it on this line” ‘Till Grant within the White fouse hate Sha L calmly smoke and dine; An.) ere December's wintry raya Shall strike the world asiant We'll cry “Hurrah for Victory t Hu for U. 8. Grant" ‘The Grant Boys in Blue, BY J. PUGH. Am—Red, White and Blue, America, laud of brig ut freedom, No longer accursed by a slave, When tyrants denounce, never heed them, But up with the fag of the br. ve. It shone o'er our ranks im dark danger, When missiles of death ‘round us uew, To skulking and fear ‘tis a stranger, When borne by the Grant Boys in Blue. Cnoxus—W hea borne by the Grant Boys in Bine, When borne by the Grant Boys in Blue, To skulking aad fear ‘ts a stranger ‘When borue by the Grant Boys in Blae, When rebels our Union to sever Made war over the land and the seas, Not an inch would we yield them—no, never— But threw out our flag to the breve. Around it the valiant quick rally, ‘their fealty to freedom renew, by oy? in Pe eene a he pine. june the flag of the Grant Boys in Shone the fag, &e, At Shiloh, at Vicksburg, at Lookout, At Donelson, peived by yy) We bore it o'er rampart and redoubt, Gave victory a lustre and form. In tue Wilderness, constant in battle, ‘Through weeks of dread conflict it few, Tyas geen in the midst Suet pore ia ius, Proudi. ‘ , a Proudiy borne, &e, No field but as victors we bore it Grant onr great leader was there; nici Couly graltors deplar® ith, Av pomiditox . ts Senet. 5) ietory coud a ‘Grant and victory, the boast of the tras, ‘The army and Navy forever, a Hiuzam for the Grant Boge lu Thee! Mueta Jor tue Grant Bors ia Dlue, ac.