Every Day in the Year– A Poetical Epitome of the World's History

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."

Every Day in the Year.

A POETICAL EPITOME OF THE

WORLD'S HISTORY.

January 1.

Heap only on his head the coals of

prayer.

THE PROCLAMATION.

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

words:

"Arise and flee Out from the land of bondage, and be

free !"

BOSTON HYMN.

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

grave,

And outward trod Into the glorious liberty of God. He cast the symbols of his shame away; And, passing where the sleeping Milcho

lay,

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

come,

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.

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