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DIRGE FOR GENERAL LYON. not only for its quaintness, but in memory
By Mrs. Helen Rich.

of those glorious men whose influence has Bury him like a conqueror! Fold

reached to our day, and whose spirit is The glorious banner that he died to save

now animating thousands in our own land Above the lion heart ye give the mould !

to brave oppression and tyranny for conRain hero tears upon a hero's grave.

science' sake.

Inscription on the wall of the Cathedral O Liberty ! most worthy of the life,

Church, Glasgow.
Stainless and bright, we lay upon thy shrine!
How like a god he dared the deadly strife,

“Here lies the corps of Robert BunYielding his great heurt's rich and royal wine. ton, John Hart, Robert Scott, Matthew Seeing no terror in its mighty king;

Patoun, John Richmond, James JohnHearing no thunder, only Freedom's cry;

ston, Archibald Stewart, James Vinning, Her foes they trembled at his lion spring,

and John Main, who suffered, at the Cross And traitors paled teneath his blazing eye.

of Glasgow, for their testimony to the

Covenants and work of Reformation, beWrite his dear name in tears, and let the sword cause they durst not own the authority of

Carve noble tribute in the traitor's breast! the then tyrants destroying the same, be"Lyon" a war-cry, and his memory stored twixt 1666 and 1688. Among the relics of the martyrs blest.

“ Years sixty-six and eighty-four Wyatchie, N. Y., March, 1864.

Did send their souls home into glore,
Whose bodies here interred lie

Then sacrificed to tyranny

To Covenants and Reformation
Cause they adhered in their station
These nine with others in this yard

Whose heads and bodies were not spared, “In the year 1684, when field-preach

Their testimony, foes to bury

Caused beat the drums there in great fury. ing was punished in Scotland with fines,

They'll know at resurrection day tortures, imprisonment, banishment, and To murder saints was no sweet play." death, the years which the Scots called Independent. the killing time, there were executed at the Cross at Glasgow nine excellent seri- CHRISTIANITY was, Christianity is, a ous Christians, among whom was James system of life communicated from God to Johnston, who, when on the scaffold, sung the soul of man, embodied in Jesus Christ, the Thirty-seventh Psalm with heroic who is himself the essential revelation, courage, influenced by the presence and who inspires each truth, forces home each power of Christ.”

moral precept, and with his own personThis is the opening of an account given ality affirms the miracles. This is the of James Johnston, an ancestor of the principle which, when poured into the late Rev. George Bourne, so well known hearts of men, caused them to feel that as an early and indomitable champion of Jesus spake as never man spake.

This the anti-slavery cause in the United States, shifted the very level of their nature, and and author of " The Picture of Slavery,” opened heights of divine reality which etc. The memory of those martyrs was they had never known before. perpetuated in a monumental inscription them sublime vision. This transfigured on the walls of the cathedral of Glasgow. their personality so that peasants became While in Glasgow, in the year 1862, I apostles, weak ones heroes, and lowly visited the cathedral, and after passing ones stood up undaunted before priests


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This gave

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in summer, and when I have seen the little Looking in all directions for something sait- things drooping on their perches, and helplessed to the Table, the reader, and the state of ly gazing out into the green trees and among things in general, one subject continually looms the flowers, where the robin was singing exult

ant in the shade, and the humming-bird dartup, shutting out all others,

Through all the house steams the dissolving ing hilariously from bloom to bloom, I have element turning butter, to oil, solid flesh to

sometimes found it difficult to restrain my band fluid, and sweet tempers to something akin to the from opening its prison-door and saying, exalted temperature of the atmosphere. Noth- “ Pretty bird, go free !” ing else can be talked of, nothing else felt. To

I never could allow a poor little frightened, open the windows and let in the outer air, or to flown in at my window, to be caught; but al

despairing bird, that might accidentally have keep them closed and shut it out, is a problem occupying all minds, each solution seeming the ways, by opening wide the doors and windows, most unsatisfactory. The heat is here, which facilitated its escape, feeling a little throb of ever way we turn. Out-doors it is no better. joy as it winged its way out again into the blue The wavering atmosphere, hanging over the air, that perhaps for a moment equalled that of

the bird itself. valley and creeping up the hillsides, is like the breath of a furnace, and dazzles you with its

Have you ever read some sweet lines by Chauunsteady radiance. The trees faint with the

cer, running thus?sultry air-bath which is day after day distilling

• Take any bird and put it in a cage, the life-sap from their pores, and their leaves and though thou hast the forethought of hang limp and motionless, as if too weary to

i mage, lift themselves up. The little birds are silent, To foster it tenderly with meat and drink, having either forgotten how to sing or betaken And every dainty that thou canst bethink, themselves to the cooler shadows of the groves; And keep it, too, as cleanly as thou may,– and even the crickets and the shrill-voiced cica- Although the cage with gold be never so gay, das, dearly as they love the hot weather, seem

Yet had the bird by twenty thousand fold to have too much of it now, and refuse to let Be rather in a forest wild and cold, their whirring notes be heard. The barn-door To feed on worms and such like wretchedness.” fowls bang their wings and stand motiunless And again he says :under the carts and sheds, knowing the value “ For though thou night and day of them take of their protecting shadows, and decline to

heed, cackle or to crow.

And strew their cages soft and fair as silk, How congenial the old philosopher, Pythag. And give them sugar, honey, bread, and milk; oras, who enjoined five years' silence on his dis- Yet just so soon as e'er the door is up, ciples, and held up the example of fishes for They with their glad feet will spurn down their their imitation, would find the stillness of these

cup, summer days! It must have been when wrap. And to the woods straightway on worms to ped in such days as these, that Keats, in his

feed." Hyprion, wrote,

Ah, yes, Liberty, - I have felt more than ever

Who, then, can sit selfishly down in his G. and lady, Mr. H. and lady, - these are the wealth and ease, and care not though millions terms adopted when you would introduce Mr. of his fellow-beings languish in slavery and G. and wife. What is the cause of this? Are despair? Who can look on wbile

we getting ashamed to be called wives ? or do One, whose brow is white and comely,

we prefer something a little more dubious in Lifting up his scornful hand

its signification? I think this custom is peculOn another, black and homely,

iar to this country, or very nearly so, and that Smites the blow, and burns the brand ?

it does not obtain to any considerable extert in

the best society of Europe. Of course, where Do you tell me that you share not

the rank of nobility demands its use, it is alIn a sin so foul and base ?

ways heard; but then the name is always spokIf you hold your peace and dare not

en with it. Lord F., in introducing his wife, To rebuke it face to face,

would not introduce her as “my lady,” but as

Lady F. If you smiling say, “ Ah, neighbor,

A circumstance occurred three or four years 'Tis a pity that 'tis so;

ago, illustrating a point I wish to set forth. A But your hands, too soft for labor,

New York merchant, a member of a wealthy Gently lead the slave I know,"

firm, went to England to arrange certain affairs

connected with their business with the London What do you but hold their garments

and Liverpool branches of the house, carrying Who the martyr Stephen slay?

various letters of introduction. As several Oh! for wealth and for preferments

months would be required to complete his busiThousands sell their souls to-day!

ness, his wife accompanied him. On arriving Be not like them! Rouse to action!

in Liverpool, they took rooms at a fashionable

hotel, and Mr. M. went out and presented his Rouse to grand self-sacrifice ! From unboly, selfish faction,

letters, and was of course very kindly and Ripe for noble deeds, arise !

courteously received. On separating from his

new acquaintances and friends, he was urged From noble deeds to

to visit at their houses, which he promised to

do, inviting them in return to his hotel. “I is but a step.

have brought my lady with me," said he," and I heard one remark the other day, “I do not we should both be very much pleased to receive like that word,-woman! It has a coarse, home- you and your families.” ly sound!”

The gentlemen soon waited on him, and were It was a sentiment, uttered in words, which introduced to Mrs. M. as “my lady.” She has long been tacitly expressed among us, for was an accomplished and most charming wothe term woman is well nigh driven out, not man, and they could not but admire her. They only from “society," but from even our simple called often, and invited her and Mr. M. to farmhouses and cottages. Who speaks of Mrs. accompany them to the theatre and other places So-and-so, or Miss So-and-80 now as a woman? of amusement. They dined with them at their Scarcely one. The word is forgotten, and hotel, inviting Mr. M, to dine with them in “ lady” is now on all occasions and to every return, and in short howed them a thousand person the fine and polite word applied. This attentions. term has its appropriate place, and in that But a week went by, and they began to be place is beautiful and well; but indiscriminately surprised that not a lady had called on Mrs. used it has no meaning. But “woman” is of M. Mr. M. had seen them at their houses, and universal application, and seems to me one of had repeatedly expressed his desire that his


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after three weeks of mortification and suspense, friends that Mr. M. was always very emphatic Mr. M. one day determined to inquire the cause in his manner of saying “ my wife.” of the great slight to which his wife was subjected. “I wish to know,” said he to one with whom

The war has evoked such rivers of poetry as he was most intimate, “ if there is any reason

no other war gurely ever evoked before. The why my lady' has thus far not received a sin- queerest, the oddest, the funniest things imaggle call from any lady of the families to whom inable have poured in one continuous stream I brought letters of introduction, and who cer

from the army, North and South, ever since the tainly have treated me with every mark of po

war commenced. Here is one, by one of our liteness possible. She is feeling very much modest, unassuming, stay-at-home soldiers. mortified at the slight.”

The gentleman seemed much embarrassed and at a loss to express himself. “It is not the cus- I'm a son of maʼs, and I've listed for the wars, tom in England," said he at length, “ for wives

In the Sidewalk Huzzas an officer am I; to recognize this sort of connection. They are I've boldly drawn my scabbard, and I've thrown always happy to see you; bút you can easily

away my sword ; see that they could not, without compromising

And I'll bleed for my country like a blacktheir own claims to respect, go further. Your

berry pie!” lady is a most lovely and accomplished person;

And here follows some excellent advice for but then you must know that connections of this the times, in rather bad orthography, but very kind are not recognized as proper, or

good “ Yankee pluck," and a glorious conclu“What do you mean, sir ?” said Mr. M., sion :provoked at the stammering and hesitation of his friend. “I give you my word that I do not Paytryits ! when summent from your houses, understand a thing you have been saying. Go gladly to the rendezvouses, What connection are you talking about ?” And ef you dror a fightin ticket,

“Why, your connection with the lady to Go in agin Secesh, and lick it. whom you introduced us, and of whom we too long in doubt weve sithed and sorrerd; have been speaking.”

But now we'll put our best foot forrard. “My connection with her! She is my wife!The Gridiron flag, on Freedom's sile,

“ Your wife!exclaimed his friend, start- Shell stop this everlastin brile. ing to his feet. “Good God, sir! why didn't Our kentry is a blessed stake, you tell us so ?

And we'll resk pepper for its sake. Tell you so? Why, I did!”

Eggcuse my rimes ef false I tune em, No, sir ! You introduced her as your And here's God bless old E. P. Unum. lady,' and have never, in my hearing, called

Our heroines sometimes burst out in grand, her your wife, or Mrs. M. Every one of us hilarious strains which quite take the breath supposed her to be your mistress ; and our

out of us to read. One of them exults in the wives have been at their wits' end to know how following transcendent flight :to get out of the embarrassing difficulty of de

0, HALE Columbus ! take my bunnit ! clining your pressing invitations to visit her

I reckon now you've bin and dun it! without offending you." Mr. M. looked in the face of his friend,

Bring out your guns, all you that has 'em,

And blaze away with enthusiasm; thoughtful and confounded, and with probably

The trumpet beat, the base drum blow, a dawning sense of having been more refined

The rebel's time's come for to go !” than wise.

It is scarcely necessary to add that, after Another, an appreciative wife, celebrates her this explanation, he had no further reason to husband in a joyful war pow-wow, begincomplain of his friends for neglecting his wife. ning :She was inundated with visits and invitations, " My hus-iband is galliant, and every attention that could possibly tend to ef- My hus-iband is gay ; face the memory of the mortifying misconcep- Whene'er he take a warlike stand, tion in relation to her social and domestic posi- The rebels run away; tion being freely lavished upon her. On their He laughs a laugh of scornful wrath, return from Europe, it was observed by his To see the cowards flee,

With their high, their low, their pummadiddle, “ Say, rebels, will you meet us,
Natbang, sollygoggle, jamboree !”

Say, rebels, will you greet us,
And“ Molly Stark," a dairymaid from the

Say, rebels, will you beat us, old Green Mountain State, grows grand over

On North Carolina shore ? our good president.

In the name of God we'll meet you,

With the sword of God we'll greet you, “ I tell yer what, he makes the South

By the grace of God we'll beat you,
Look pretty glum wid sorror.

On North Carolina shore.
Su now they puts the fightin' off,

Singing glory, hallelujah, Then says they 'gins to-morror.

Singing glory, hallelujah, Let 'em try, it's all I asks,

Singing glory, hallelujah, If they don't get put through,

To God for evermore ! Why, my name beint not what it is, And I feels like lookin' blue."

“ With the sword of Jeff. you meet us, And who, after reading the following sonnet,

In the name of Jeff. you greet us, will gay that Mr. Lincoln is not a suitable man

In treason's cause to beat us, for

On North Carolina shore.

But our flag shall float forever,

And our Union none shall sever, Grait Magistrait ! that gits up in the nite

And treason punish ever, All full or Cair, & rites for severil Ours

On North Carolina shore. Stiddy, & Meditaits with all his powrs —

Singing," etc. A-tryin all the wile to doo wots rite to put a Stop to this upplesent Fite ;

The way the Border State patriots concluded Youm all the peple wants, Grait Magistrait ! finally that it was necessary to treat traitors, is Your Egle vews you aint afraid to stait, thus explained :& you doant cair a cuss for no man's spite ! Ther aint a Patrit anywers but wot

“ Just give them chaps a half a chance; Knows youre a dooin jest wot he wood doo,

Let them but lay a hand on Pervidin he was down ther on the spot,

A traitor, and he'll have to dance, & had the mind to see throo things like you.

With atmosphere to stand on

So he will !" Some Patrits ony ses your projick may do, but thats becos you know so much more’n wot The following lines are said to have been they doo.

written by a copperhead, to show that he was

a loyal man and a patriot :Our soldiers have many favorite songs which

“I am down on this rebellion tenfold more than I have heard sung with a life and spirit wonderful to witness. Some of them have a chorus

ever ; of most extraordinary character, as the follow

But not because our glorious Union it is bound

to dissever, ing:

But by this cursed treason it at last has come “ Raise the banner, raise it high, boys,

to pass Let it float against the sky;

That whiskey has gone up from six to ten cents • God be with us,' this our cry, boys!

a glass!” Under it we'll do or die. 18T CHORUS.

We have not always given full credit to the Arise to glory, glory, glory!

threat that the rebels were intending to come Our country calls, march on, march on !

across the Potomac and invade our Northern 2D CHORUS

States Much hilarity was indulged in at the

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