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TO HARPER AND BROTHERS, NEW YORK. By Thomas Dunn English: “The Battle of New Orleans." By Thomas A. Janvier: “Santiago." By Herman Melville: “The Battle of the Wilderness," “Stonewall Jackson” and “The Slain at Chickamauga.” By Guy Wetmore Carryl : "When the Great Gray Ships Come In.” By Rosamond Marriott Watson: “All Souls' Day."
TO FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY, NEW YORK. By Richard Realf: "A Man's Name” and “Apocalypse.”
TO J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA. By George H. Boker: "Hooker's Across," "The Black Regiment,” “Elisha Kent Kane," "To Andrew Jackson,” “Ballad of Sir John Franklin,” “Before Vicksburg,” “Dirge for a Soldier," "To Louis Napoleon” and “Bryant's Birthday.” By Robert Loveman: “Hobson and His Men.”
TO THE CENTURY COMPANY, NEW YORK.
By Richard Watson Gilder: "To Austin Dobson,” “To the Spirit of Abraham Lincoln,” “The Tower of Flame,” “Beethoven,” “One Country, One Sacrifice,” “Sheridan,” “At the President's Grave," "The Death of John George Nicolay,” “Emma Lazarus," "Sherman,” “At Luther's Grave," "Napoleon," "The Comfort of the Trees,” “On the Portrait of Servetus," "Of Henry George," "Sir Walter Scott," By Tudor Jenks : "The Spirit of the Maine." By Horace: “The Death of Cleopatra.” By W. H. Thompson: "High Tide at Gettysburg.” By W. T. Meredith: “Farragut.” By Ina Coolbrith: “Frederick III.” By R. U. Johnson: “Browning at Asolo."
TO G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS, NEW YORK.
By "Ironquill”: “Memorial Day," "John Brown” and “Blaine of Maine.” By R. C. Rogers: “Thackeray's Birthday." By Joseph O'Connor: “The Reason Why."
TO THE LOTHROP PUBLISHING CO., BOSTON, MASS. From "The Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne": "On the Death of Canon Kingsley,” “To Alexander H. Stephens," "Battle of Charleston Harbor," "Eliot in Fort Sumter,” “Dean Stanley," "Yorktown Centennial Lyric,” “Carlyle,” “Bryant Dead," "To O. W. Holmes," "Under the Pine," "To Bayard Taylor Beyond Us.”
TO F. A. STOKES CO., NEW YORK. By W. H. Hayne: "Oliver Wendell Holmes,” “Sidney Lanier," "Threnody of the Pines,” “The Charge at Santiago.” By Clinton Scollard: "Sidney Godolphin," "Montgomery at Quebec."
Heap only on his head the coals of
On January 1st, 1863, President Lincoln, in bis capacity of Commander-in-Chief of the armies of the United States, declared as a military measure, in accordance with notice proclaimed Sept. 22nd, 1862, that within cer. tain specified territory in armed rebellion, all persons held as slaves "are, and henceforward shall be free." Saint Patrick, slave to Milcho of the
herds Of Ballymena, wakened with these
"Arise and flee Out from the land of bondage, and be
On the Freeing of the Slaves, January 1, 1863.
The word of the Lord by night
To the watching Pilgrims came, As they sat by the seaside,
And filled their hearts with flame.
God said, I am tired of kings,
I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings
The outrage of the poor.
Think ye I made this ball
A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small
Might harry the weak and poor? My angel-his name is Freedom
Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west,
And fend you with his wing.
Glad as a soul in pain, who hears from
heaven The angels singing of his sins forgiven,
And, wondering, sees, His prison opening to their golden keys. He rose a man who laid him down a
slave, Shook from his locks the ashes of the
And outward trod Into the glorious liberty of God. He cast the symbols of his shame away; And, passing where the sleeping Milcho
Though back and limb Smarted with wrong, he prayed, "God
pardon him!” So he went forth; but in God's time he
came To light on Uilline's hills a holy flame;
And, dying, gave The land a saint that lost him as a slave. O dark, sad millions, patiently and dumb Waiting for God, your hour at last has
And freedom's song Breaks the long silence of your night of
wrong! Arise and flee! shake off the vile re
straint Oi ages; but, like Ballymena's saint,
The oppressor spare,
Lo! I uncover the land,
Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculntor uncovers the statue
When he has wrought his best;
I show Columbia, of the rocks
Which dip their foot in the scas, And soar to the air-borne flocks
Of clouds, and the boreal fleece.
I will divide my goods;
Call in the wretch and the slave; None shall rule but the humble,
And none but Toil shall have.
I will have never a noble,
No lineage counted great ; Fishers and choppers and ploughmen
Shall constitute a state.