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It is a curious coincidence that the first regiment of Massachusetts volunteers passed through Baltimore on June 17, as the first regiment of militia passed through on April 19. Had there been any hostile demonstrations on the part of the roughs, the boys would have remembered Bunker Hill. They threw out neither advance nor rear guard, the colonel saying that they should repulse any attack with the whole body. The band played on the march Yankee Doodle. Hail Columbia, and The Star-Spangled Banner. --Boston Advertiser, June 26.
erchant, from day-book and dues, Is lost in the current of martial reviews; The veteran warrior doth buckle once more The falchion which flashed through the battle of yore, With sons and with grandsons, yes! all for the foe, To raise the old standard, the rebel lay low. They gather! they gather! &c. Then haste to the rescue, ye patriot sons, Your birthright to prove, as the favorite ones; Strike, manfully strike, till your country shall be Entirely redeemed as the home of the free. Yet Bunker Hill's State, as of old in its zeal, The foremost responds to our nation's appeal, While first upon Liberty's altar to mourn The sons of her pride, by foul treachery torn. They gather! they gather! &c. They've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair; No claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there! He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old; His swor
g cry, Though hope had fled, and death was nigh, They bore, with gallant hearts and high, Their eagle-flashing shield. They came — in glory, power, and pride, With trophies glittering by their side, With banners won in battle's tide, In triumph and in fame! War-worn and stern — bankrupts of life-- Broken amid the fatal strife, Scarred where Death's shot and shell were rife, Those shattered columns came. Before that Southern wall of dead, What horror round their path was spread! E'en Bunker Hill's dark annals bled, To be in fame outdone. Back from the army of the slain, From old Virginia's stern campaign, The wreck from forth that iron rain A mournful honor won. Wake, glorious Union--save thy realm! Upon the quicksands strikes thy helm! Thy “morning-star” the storms o'erwhelm-- Thy “talent” buried lies. Wake! by the sullen cannon's roar That tumult bears from shore to shore,-- By HIM Washington. who cannot watch thee more, Save downward from the skies. Antaeus-like,