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CHAPTER VII

THE WORLD WAR

For generations Americans had been taught by the provincially minded to glory in their "splendid isolation," but the more discerning perceived that steam and electricity were making the world smaller and smaller, and that economic causes were drawing its nations more and more closely together. They perceived, too, that the democratic theory of government to which America was consecrated had two staunch champions in western Europe, France and England, and two implacable enemies, Germany and Austria; and when, on August 1, 1914, the rulers of these two empires decreed the war which they hoped would lead to world power, many Americans felt most keenly that their country's place was by the side of France and England in their battle for human freedom.

SONNETS WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914

Awake, ye nations, slumbering supine, Who round enring the European fray! Heard ye the trumpet sound? "The Day! the Day! The last that shall on England's empire shine! The Parliament that broke the Right Divine Shall see her realm of reason swept away, And lesser nations shall the sword obey-- The sword o'er all carve the great world's design!" So on the English Channel boasts the foe On whose imperial brow death's helmet nods. Look where his hosts o'er bloody Belgium go, And mix a nation's past with blazing sods! A kingdom's waste! a people's homeless woe! Man's broken Word, and violated gods!

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see The sunset of dominion! Her increase Abolishes the man-dividing seas, And frames the brotherhood on earth to be! She, in free peoples planting sovereignty, Orbs half the civil world in British peace; And though time dispossess her, and she cease, Rome-like she greatens in man's memory. Oh, many a crown shall sink in war's turmoil, And many a new republic light the sky, Fleets sweep the ocean, nations till the soil, Genius be born and generations die, Orient and Occident together toil, Ere such a mighty work man rears on high!

Hearken, the feet of the Destroyer tread The wine-press of the nations; fast the blood Pours from the side of Europe; in full flood On the Septentrional watershed The rivers of fair France are running red! England, the mother-eyrie of our brood, That on the summit of dominion stood, Shakes in the blast: heaven battles overhead! Lift up thy head, O Rheims, of ages heir That treasured up in thee their glorious sum; Upon whose brow, prophetically fair, Flamed the great morrow of the world to come; Haunt with thy beauty this volcanic air Ere yet thou close, O Flower of Christendom!

As when the shadow of the sun's eclipse Sweeps on the earth, and spreads a spectral air, As if the universe were dying there, On continent and isle the darkness dips, Unwonted gloom, and on the Atlantic slips; So in the night the Belgian cities flare Horizon-wide; the wandering people fare Along the roads, and load the fleeing ships. And westward borne that planetary sweep, Darkening o'er England and her times to be, Already steps upon the ocean-deep! Watch well, my country, that unearthly sea, Lest when thou thinkest not, and in thy sleep, Unapt for war, that gloom enshadow thee!

GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY.

American opinion was especially aroused by Germany's cynical disregard of her pledge to preserve the neutrality of Belgium, and by the outrages which crimsoned every step of the invasion of that little kingdom.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT

[In Springfield, Illinois]

It is portentous, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town, A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old court-house pacing up and down.

Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play; Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away.

A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl Make him the quaint great figure that men love, The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.

He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us:--as in times before! And we who toss and lie awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door.

His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know not why, Too many homesteads in black terror weep.

The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart. He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main. He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now The bitterness, the folly and the pain.

He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come;--the shining hope of Europe free: The league of sober folk, the Workers' Earth Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp, and Sea.

It breaks his heart that kings must murder still, That all his hours of travail here for men Seem yet in vain. And who will bring white peace That he may sleep upon his hill again?

VACHEL LINDSAY.

On sea, as well as on land, the same policy of "frightfulness" was followed, and German submarines and raiders, finding it dangerous to attack British battleships, turned their attention to unarmed merchantmen. On February 28, 1915, an American vessel, the William P. Frye, carrying wheat from Seattle to Queenstown, was sunk by a German raider in the South Atlantic.

THE "WILLIAM P. FRYE"

[February 28, 1915]

I saw her first abreast the Boston Light At anchor; she had just come in, turned head, And sent her hawsers creaking, clattering down. I was so near to where the hawse-pipes fed The cable out from her careening bow, I moved up on the swell, shut steam and lay Hove to in my old launch to look at her. She'd come in light, a-skimming up the Bay Like a white ghost with topsails bellying full; And all her noble lines from bow to stern Made music in the wind; it seemed she rode The morning air like those thin clouds that turn Into tall ships when sunrise lifts the clouds From calm sea-courses.

There, in smoke-smudged coats, Lay funnelled liners, dirty fishing craft, Blunt cargo-luggers, tugs, and ferry-boats. Oh, it was good in that black-scuttled lot To see the Frye come lording on her way Like some old queen that we had half forgot Come to her own. A little up the Bay The Fort lay green, for it was springtime then; The wind was fresh, rich with the spicy bloom Of the New England coast that tardily Escapes, late April, from an icy tomb. The State-House glittered on old Beacon Hill, Gold in the sun.... 'Twas all so fair awhile; But she was fairest--this great square-rigged ship That had blown in from some far happy isle Or from the shores of the Hesperides.

They caught her in a South Atlantic road Becalmed, and found her hold brimmed up with wheat; "Wheat's contraband," they said, and blew her hull To pieces, murdered one of our staunch fleet, Fast dwindling, of the big old sailing ships That carry trade for us on the high sea And warped out of each harbor in the States. It wasn't law, so it seems strange to me-- A big mistake. Her keel's struck bottom now And her four masts sunk fathoms, fathoms deep To Davy Jones. The dank seaweed will root On her oozed decks, and the cross-surges sweep Through the set sails; but never, never more Her crew will stand away to brace and trim, Nor sea-blown petrels meet her thrashing up To windward on the Gulf Stream's stormy rim; Never again she'll head a no'theast gale, Or like a spirit loom up, sliding dumb, And ride in safe beyond the Boston Light, To make the harbor glad because she's come.

JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER.

The crowning outrage came on May 7, 1915, when the great Cunard steamship Lusitania was torpedoed without warning off the coast of Ireland, and 1153 men, women, and children drowned. Of these, 114 were Americans.

THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED

[May 7, 1915]

With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside a sunless beach. Their mighty masts and funnels Are white as driven snow, And with a pallid radiance Their ghostly bulwarks glow.

Here is a Spanish galleon That once with gold was gay, Here is a Roman trireme Whose hues outshone the day. But Tyrian dyes have faded, And prows that once were bright With rainbow stains wear only Death's livid, dreadful white.

White as the ice that clove her That unforgotten day, Among her pallid sisters The grim Titanic lay. And through the leagues above her She looked aghast, and said: "What is this living ship that comes Where every ship is dead?"

The ghostly vessels trembled From ruined stern to prow; What was this thing of terror That broke their vigil now? Down through the startled ocean A mighty vessel came, Not white, as all dead ships must be, But red, like living flame!

The pale green waves about her Were swiftly, strangely dyed, By the great scarlet stream that flowed From out her wounded side. And all her decks were scarlet And all her shattered crew. She sank among the white ghost ships And stained them through and through.

The grim Titanic greeted her. "And who art thou?" she said; "Why dost thou join our ghostly fleet Arrayed in living red? We are the ships of sorrow Who spend the weary night, Until the dawn of Judgment Day, Obscure and still and white."

"Nay," said the scarlet visitor, "Though I sink through the sea, A ruined thing that was a ship, I sink not as did ye. For ye met with your destiny By storm or rock or fight, So through the lagging centuries Ye wear your robes of white.

"But never crashing iceberg Nor honest shot of foe, Nor hidden reef has sent me The way that I must go. My wound that stains the waters, My blood that is like flame, Bear witness to a loathly deed, A deed without a name.

"I went not forth to battle, I carried friendly men, The children played about my decks, The women sang--and then-- And then--the sun blushed scarlet And Heaven hid its face, The world that God created Became a shameful place!

"My wrong cries out for vengeance, The blow that sent me here Was aimed in hell. My dying scream Has reached Jehovah's ear. Not all the seven oceans Shall wash away that stain; Upon a brow that wears a crown I am the brand of Cain."

When God's great voice assembles The fleet on Judgment Day, The ghosts of ruined ships will rise In sea and strait and bay. Though they have lain for ages Beneath the changeless flood, They shall be white as silver, But one--shall be like blood.

JOYCE KILMER.

No event since the sinking of the Maine in Havana Harbor had so stirred the country with rage and horror. The contention of the Germans that they were fighting for the freedom of the seas was indignantly scouted.

MARE LIBERUM

You dare to say with perjured lips, "We fight to make the ocean free"? _You_, whose black trail of butchered ships Bestrews the bed of every sea Where German submarines have wrought Their horrors! Have you never thought,-- What you call freedom, men call piracy!

Unnumbered ghosts that haunt the wave Where you have murdered, cry you down; And seamen whom you would not save Weave now in weed-grown depths a crown Of shame for your imperious head,-- A dark memorial of the dead,-- Women and children whom you sent to drown.

Nay, not till thieves are set to guard The gold, and corsairs called to keep O'er peaceful commerce watch and ward, And wolves to herd the helpless sheep, Shall men and women look to thee, Thou ruthless Old Man of the Sea, To safeguard law and freedom on the deep!

In nobler breeds we put our trust: The nations in whose sacred lore The "Ought" stands out above the "Must," And honor rules in peace and war. With these we hold in soul and heart, With these we choose our lot and part, Till liberty is safe on sea and shore.

HENRY VAN DYKE.

President Woodrow Wilson warned Germany that the United States could not stand idly by in the event of further contemptuous disregard of American rights, and Germany promised to restrict her submarine warfare; but a great portion of the country felt there was already more than sufficient cause for war, and many Americans entered the French aviation corps and Foreign Legion, or went to Canada and enlisted there, in order to take their stand at once beside the nations which were battling for human liberty.

ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE

[To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington in Paris, on Decoration Day, May 30, 1916]

Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When--with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones by fifty years made gray-- Their graves in every town are garlanded, That pious tribute should be given too To our intrepid few Obscurely fallen here beyond the seas. Those to preserve their country's greatness died; But by the death of these Something that we can look upon with pride Has been achieved, nor wholly unreplied Can sneerers triumph in the charge they make That from a war where Freedom was at stake America withheld and, daunted, stood aside.

Be they remembered here with each reviving spring, Not only that in May, when life is loveliest, Around Neuville-Saint-Vaast and the disputed crest Of Vimy, they, superb, unfaltering, In that fine onslaught that no fire could halt, Parted impetuous to their first assault; But that they brought fresh hearts and springlike too To that high mission, and 'tis meet to strew With twigs of lilac and spring's earliest rose The cenotaph of those Who in the cause that history most endears Fell in the sunny morn and flower of their young years.

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Yet sought they neither recompense nor praise, Nor to be mentioned in another breath Than their blue-coated comrades whose great days It was their pride to share--ay, share even to the death! Nay, rather, France, to you they rendered thanks (Seeing they came for honor, not for gain), Who, opening to them your glorious ranks, Gave them that grand occasion to excel, That chance to live the life most free from stain And that rare privilege of dying well.

O friends! I know not since that war began From which no people nobly stands aloof If in all moments we have given proof Of virtues that were thought American. I know not if in all things done and said All has been well and good, Or if each one of us can hold his head As proudly as he should, Or, from the pattern of those mighty dead Whose shades our country venerates to-day, If we've not somewhat fallen and somewhat gone astray. But you to whom our land's good name is dear, If there be any here Who wonder if her manhood be decreased, Relaxed its sinews and its blood less red Than that at Shiloh and Antietam shed, Be proud of these, have joy in this at least, And cry: "Now, heaven be praised That in that hour that most imperilled her, Menaced her liberty who foremost raised Europe's bright flag of freedom, some there were Who, not unmindful of the antique debt, Came back the generous path of Lafayette; And when of a most formidable foe She checked each onset, arduous to stem-- Foiled and frustrated them-- On these red fields where blow with furious blow Was countered, whether the gigantic fray Rolled by the Meuse or at the Bois Sabot, Accents of ours were in the fierce mêlée; And on that furthest rim of hallowed ground Where the forlorn, the gallant charge expires, When the slain bugler has long ceased to sound, And on the tangled wires The last wild rally staggers, crumbles, stops, Withered beneath the shrapnel's iron showers:-- Now heaven be thanked, we gave a few brave drops; Now heaven be thanked, a few brave drops were ours."

There, holding still, in frozen steadfastness, Their bayonets toward the beckoning frontiers, They lie--our comrades--lie among their peers, Clad in the glory of fallen warriors, Grim clusters under thorny trellises, Dry, furthest foam upon disastrous shores, Leaves that made last year beautiful, still strewn Even as they fell, unchanged, beneath the changing moon; And earth in her divine indifference Rolls on, and many paltry things and mean Prate to be heard and caper to be seen. But they are silent, calm; their eloquence Is that incomparable attitude; No human presences their witness are, But summer clouds and sunset crimson-hued, And showers and night winds and the northern star. Nay, even our salutations seem profane, Opposed to their Elysian quietude; Our salutations coming from afar, From our ignobler plane And undistinction of our lesser parts: Hail, brothers, and farewell; you are twice blest, brave hearts. Double your glory is who perished thus, For you have died for France and vindicated us.

ALAN SEEGER.

Germany lived up to her agreement only in partial and grudging fashion, and the climax came on January 31, 1917, when the German Government announced that an unrestricted submarine warfare against all ships encountered on the seas would begin next day. President Wilson at once handed the German Ambassador his passports, and on April 2, after the sinking of three American ships without warning, appeared before Congress and asked that war be declared. After thirteen hours of debate, the Senate passed the necessary resolution; the House concurred on April 5, and the next day the President issued a proclamation declaring that "a state of war exists between the United States and the Imperial German Government."

REPUBLIC TO REPUBLIC

1776-1917

France! It is I answering. America! And it shall be remembered not only in our lips but in our hearts And shall awaken forever familiar and new as the morning That we were the first of all lands To be lovers, To run to each other with the incredible cry Of recognition. Bound by no ties of nearness or of knowledge But of the nearness of the heart, You chose me then-- And so I choose you now By the same nearness-- And the name you called me then I call you now-- O Liberty, my Love!

WITTER BYNNER.

The Entente Powers welcomed their new ally with bursting hearts, for a decisive victory, which was becoming more and more hopeless, now seemed assured.

TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day When first they challenged freemen to the fray, And with the Briton dared the American. Now are we pledged to win the Rights of man; Labor and Justice now shall have their way, And in a League of Peace--God grant we may-- Transform the earth, not patch up the old plan.

Sure is our hope since he who led your nation Spake for mankind, and ye arose in awe Of that high call to work the world's salvation; Clearing your minds of all estranging blindness In the vision of Beauty and the Spirit's law, Freedom and Honor and sweet Loving-kindness.

ROBERT BRIDGES.

One of the first acts of the government was to seize all enemy ships in American ports--which, of course, included Hawaii, Porto Rico and the Philippines. These were at once overhauled and put into service under American command.

THE CAPTIVE SHIPS AT MANILA

Our keels are furred with tropic weed that clogs the crawling tides And scarred with crust of salt and rust that gnaws our idle sides; And little junks they come and go, and ships they sail at dawn; And all the outbound winds that blow they call us to be gone, As yearning to the lifting seas our gaunt flotilla rides, Drifting aimless to and fro, Sport of every wind a-blow, Swinging to the ebb and flow Of lazy tropic tides.

And once we knew the clean seaways to sail them pridefully; And once we met the clean sea winds and gave them greeting free; And honest craft, they spoke us fair, who'd scorn to speak us now; And little craft, they'd not beware to cross a German bow When yet the flag of Germany had honor on the sea. And now, of all that seaward fare, What ship of any port is there But would dip her flag to a black corsair Ere she'd signal such as we!

Yet we are ribbed with Norseland steel and fleshed with Viking pine, That's fashioned of the soil which bred the hosts of Charlemagne; And clad we are with rusting pride of stays and links and plates That lay within the mountain side where Barbarossa waits-- The mighty Frederick thralled in sleep, held by the ancient sign, While yet the ravens circle wide Above that guarded mountain side, Full fed with carrion from the tide Of swinish, red rapine!

Oh, we have known the German men when German men were true, And we have borne the German flag when honor was her due; But sick we are of honest scorn from honest merchant-men-- The winds they call us to be gone down to the seas again-- Down to the seas where waves lift white and gulls they sheer in the blue, Shriven clean of our blood-bought scorn By a foeman's flag--ay, proudly borne! Cleaving out in the good red dawn-- Out again to the blue!

DOROTHY PAUL.

Every effort was bent toward getting an army into the field in the shortest possible time. General John J. Pershing was appointed to command the American Expeditionary Forces, and started for France. The National Guard was mobilized, volunteers called for, and the First Division of regulars was loaded on transports and, on June 14, headed out to sea.

THE ROAD TO FRANCE

Thank God our liberating lance Goes flaming on the way to France! To France--the trail the Gurkhas found! To France--old England's rallying ground! To France--the path the Russians strode! To France--the Anzac's glory road! To France--where our Lost Legion ran To fight and die for God and man! To France--with every race and breed That hates Oppression's brutal creed!

Ah France--how could our hearts forget The path by which came Lafayette? How could the haze of doubt hang low Upon the road of Rochambeau? At last, thank God! At last we see There is no tribal Liberty! No beacon lighting just our shores! No Freedom guarding but our doors! The flame she kindled for our sires Burns now in Europe's battle fires! The soul that led our fathers west Turns back to free the world's oppressed!

Allies, you have not called in vain; We share your conflict and your pain. "Old Glory," through new stains and rents, Partakes of Freedom's sacraments. Into that hell his will creates We drive the foe--his lusts, his hates. Last come, we will be last to stay, Till Right has had her crowning day. Replenish, comrades, from our veins, The blood the sword of despot drains, And make our eager sacrifice Part of the freely-rendered price You pay to lift humanity-- You pay to make our brothers free! See, with what proud hearts we advance To France!

DANIEL HENDERSON.

General Pershing, with his staff, reached England early in June, and crossed to France a few days later. On the Fourth of July, a parade of American troops took place in Paris, proceeding to the Picpus cemetery, where General Pershing placed a wreath on the tomb of Lafayette. Legend has it that he said simply, "Lafayette, we are here."

PERSHING AT THE TOMB OF LAFAYETTE

[July 4, 1917]

They knew they were fighting our war. As the months grew to years Their men and their women had watched through their blood and their tears For a sign that we knew, we who could not have come to be free Without France, long ago. And at last from the threatening sea The stars of our strength on the eyes of their weariness rose, And he stood among them, the sorrow-strong hero we chose To carry our flag to the tomb of that Frenchman whose name A man of our country could once more pronounce without shame. What crown of rich words would he set for all time on this day? The past and the future were listening what he would say-- Only this, from the white-flaming heart of a passion austere, Only this--ah, but France understood! "Lafayette, we are here!"

AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR.

An army of at least 2,000,000 men was needed at once; to secure it with the least possible disturbance of the country's economic life, Congress passed a bill providing for a selective draft of all men between twenty-one and thirty. Great training-camps were built, and by September, the training of the National Army was in full swing, while the National Guard regiments, which had already had some training, were started on their way to France.

YOUR LAD, AND MY LAD

Down toward the deep-blue water, marching to throb of drum, From city street and country lane the lines of khaki come; The rumbling guns, the sturdy tread, are full of grim appeal, While rays of western sunshine flash back from burnished steel. With eager eyes and cheeks aflame the serried ranks advance; And your dear lad, and my dear lad, are on their way to France.

A sob clings choking in the throat, as file on file sweep by, Between those cheering multitudes, to where the great ships lie; The batteries halt, the columns wheel, to clear-toned bugle-call, With shoulders squared and faces front they stand a khaki wall. Tears shine on every watcher's cheek, love speaks in every glance; For your dear lad, and my dear lad, are on their way to France.

Before them, through a mist of years, in soldier buff or blue, Brave comrades from a thousand fields watch now in proud review; The same old Flag, the same old Faith--the Freedom of the World-- Spells Duty in those flapping folds above long ranks unfurled. Strong are the hearts which bear along Democracy's advance, As your dear lad, and my dear lad, go on their way to France.

The word rings out; a million feet tramp forward on the road, Along that path of sacrifice o'er which their fathers strode. With eager eyes and cheeks aflame, with cheers on smiling lips, These fighting men of '17 move onward to their ships. Nor even love may hold them back, or halt that stern advance, As your dear lad, and my dear lad, go on their way to France.

RANDALL PARRISH.

Germany had boasted that we could never get an army to Europe past her submarines, but so efficient was the system of protection worked out by the navy, that only one loaded transport was sunk. Early in February, 1918, the Tuscania, carrying 2179 American soldiers, was torpedoed off the north coast of Ireland. British destroyers rescued all but about two hundred before the ship sank. Nearly all the bodies were washed ashore and were tenderly buried.

A CALL TO ARMS

[February 5, 1918]

It is I, America, calling! Above the sound of rivers falling, Above the whir of the wheels and the chime of bells in the steeple --Wheels, rolling gold into the palms of the people-- Bells ringing silverly clear and slow To church-going, leisurely steps on pavements below. Above all familiar sounds of the life of a nation I shout to you a name. And the flame of that name is sped Like fire into hearts where blood runs red-- The hearts of the land burn hot to the land's salvation As I call across the long miles, as I, America, call to my nation _Tuscania! Tuscania!_ Americans, remember the _Tuscania_!

Shall we not remember how they died In their young courage and loyalty and pride, Our boys--bright-eyed, clean lads of America's breed, Hearts of gold, limbs of steel, flower of the nation indeed? How they tossed their years to be Into icy waters of a winter sea That we whom they loved--that the world which they loved should be free? Ready, ungrudging, they died, each one thinking, likely, as the moment was come Of the dear, starry flag, worth dying for, and then of dear faces at home; Going down in good order, with a song on their lips of the land of the free and the brave Till each young, deep voice stopped--under the rush of a wave. Was it like that? And shall their memory ever grow pale? Not ever, till the stars in the flag of America fail. It is I, America, who swear it, calling Over the sound of that deep ocean's falling, _Tuscania! Tuscania!_ Arm, arm, Americans! Remember the _Tuscania_!

Very peacefully they are sleeping In friendly earth, unmindful of a nation's weeping, And the kindly, strange folk that honored the long, full graves, we know; And the mothers know that their boys are safe, now, from the hurts of a savage foe; It is for us who are left to make sure and plain That these dead, our precious dead, shall not have died in vain; So that I, America, young and strong and not afraid, I set my face across that sea which swallowed the bodies of the sons I made, I set my eyes on the still faces of boys washed up on a distant shore And I call with a shout to my own to end this horror forevermore! In the boys' names I call a name, And the nation leaps to fire in its flame And my sons and my daughters crowd, eager to end the shame-- It is I, America, calling, Hoarse with the roar of that ocean falling, _Tuscania! Tuscania!_ Arm, arm, Americans! And remember, remember, the _Tuscania_!

MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS.

Meanwhile, in France, the Americans were already taking part in the war. About the middle of October, the First division had been sent into a heretofore quiet sector of the trenches beyond Einville, in Lorraine. On October 25, we took our first prisoner; a few days later, we had our first wounded; and finally before dawn on the morning of November 3, came a swift German raid in which three Americans were killed, five wounded and eleven taken prisoner. The three, whose names were Corporal James D. Gresham, Private Thomas F. Enright, and Private Merle D. Hay, were buried at Bathlemont next day, with touching ceremonies.

THE FIRST THREE

[November 3, 1917]

"Somewhere in France," upon a brown hillside, They lie, the first of our brave soldiers slain; Above them flowers, now beaten by the rain, Yet emblematic of the youths who died In their fresh promise. They who, valiant-eyed, Met death unfaltering have not fallen in vain; Remembrance hallows those who thus attain The final goal; their names are glorified. Read then the roster!--Gresham! Enright! Hay!-- No bugle call shall rouse them when the flower Of morning breaks above the hills and dells, For they have grown immortal in an hour, And we who grieve and cherish them would lay Upon their hillside graves our immortelles!

CLINTON SCOLLARD.

TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR

Now you are one with us, you know our tears, Those tears of pride and pain so fast to flow; You too have sipped the first strange draught of woe; You too have tasted of our hopes and fears; Sister across the ocean, stretch your hand, Must we not love you more, who learn to understand?

There are new graves in France, new quiet graves; The first-fruit of a Nation great and free, Full of rich fire of life and chivalry. Lie quietly, though tide of battle laves Above them; sister, sister, see our tears, We mourn with you, who know so well the bitter years.

Now do you watch with us; your pain of loss Lit by a wondrous glow of love and power That flowers, star-like at the darkest hour Lighting the eternal message of the Cross; They gain their life who lose it, earth shall rise Anew and cleansed, because of life's great sacrifice.

And that great band of souls your dead have met, Who saved the world in centuries past and gone, Shall find new comrades in their valiant throng; O, Nation's heart that cannot e'er forget, Is not death but the door to life begun To those who hear far Heaven cry, "Well done!"

E. M. WALKER.

Training proceeded rapidly, and the sectors where its final stages took place became more and more lively as the Americans were gradually given a freer and freer hand.

ROUGE BOUQUET

[March 7, 1918]

In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet There is a new-made grave to-day, Built by never a spade nor pick Yet covered with earth ten metres thick. There lie many fighting men, Dead in their youthful prime, Never to laugh nor love again Nor taste the Summertime. For Death came flying through the air And stopped his flight at the dugout stair. Touched his prey and left them there, Clay to clay. He hid their bodies stealthily In the soil of the land they fought to free And fled away. Now over the grave abrupt and clear Three volleys ring; And perhaps their brave young spirits hear The bugle sing: "Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor, You will not need them any more. Danger's past; Now at last, Go to sleep!"

There is on earth no worthier grave To hold the bodies of the brave Than this place of pain and pride Where they nobly fought and nobly died. Never fear but in the skies Saints and angels stand Smiling with their holy eyes On this new-come band. St. Michael's sword darts through the air And touches the aureole on his hair As he sees them stand saluting there, His stalwart sons: And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill Rejoice that in veins of warriors still The Gael's blood runs. And up to Heaven's doorway floats, From the wood called Rouge Bouquet, A delicate cloud of bugle notes That softly say: "Farewell! Farewell! Comrades true, born anew, peace to you! Your souls shall be where the heroes are And your memory shine like the morning-star. Brave and dear, Shield us here. Farewell!"

JOYCE KILMER.

The great summons came in the spring of 1918, for on March 21 the Germans began a series of terrific attacks which they believed would end the war. On March 31 an official note announced that "the Star-Spangled Banner will float beside the French and English flags in the plains of Picardy." On April 17 the order came for the First Division to move into the battle area.

MARCHING SONG

[April 17, 1918]

When Pershing's men go marching into Picardy. Marching, marching into Picardy-- With their steel aslant in the sunlight and their great gray hawks a-wing And their wagons rumbling after them like thunder in the Spring--

Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp Till the earth is shaken-- Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp Till the dead towns waken! And flowers fall and shouts arise from Chaumont to the sea-- When Pershing's men go marching, marching into Picardy.

Women of France, do you see them pass to the battle in the North? And do you stand in the doorways now as when your own went forth? Then smile to them and call to them, and mark how brave they fare Upon the road to Picardy that only youth may dare!

Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, Foot and horse and caisson-- Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, Such is Freedom's passion-- And oh, take heart, ye weary souls that stand along the Lys, For the New World is marching, marching into Picardy!

April's sun is in the sky and April's in the grass-- And I doubt not that Pershing's men are singing as they pass-- For they are very young men, and brave men, and free, And they know why they are marching, marching into Picardy.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, Rank and file together-- Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, Through the April weather. And never Spring has thrust such blades against the light of dawn As yonder waving stalks of steel that move so shining on!

I have seen the wooden crosses at Ypres and Verdun, I have marked the graves of such as lie where the Marne waters run, And I know their dust is stirring by hill and vale and lea, And their souls shall be our captains who march to Picardy.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, Hope shall fail us never-- Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp, Forward, and forever! And God is in His judgment seat, and Christ is on His tree-- And Pershing's men are marching, marching into Picardy.

DANA BURNET.

On June 2, the Second and Third Divisions met and checked the enemy at Château-Thierry. The Marne offensive was followed sharply by another on the part of the British, with whom our Twenty-Seventh Division was fighting, and on August 8 the Twenty-Seventh broke through the famous Hindenburg line.

OUR MODEST DOUGHBOYS

[August 8, 1918]

Said the Captain: "There was wire A mile deep in No Man's Land, And the concentrated fire Was all mortal nerve could stand; But these huskies craved the chance To go out and leave their bones!" _"The climate's quite some damp in France," Said Private Thomas Jones._

Said the Major: "What is more, At the point where we attacked, Tough old veterans loudly swore Hindy's line could not be cracked. But the 27th said, 'Hindenburg! That guy's a myth!'" _"I slept last night in a reg'lar bed," Said Private Johnny Smith._

Said the Colonel: "They had placed Pillboxes on the crests. I can safely say we faced Maybe thousands of those nests. But our doughboys took one height Seven times in that hell's hail." _"And were the cooties thick? Good night!" Said Private William Dale._

Said the General: "We were told Anything we'd start they'd stop-- That the Boche would knock us cold When we slid across the top. But the 7th with a yell Made the Prussian Guards back down." _"You oughta lamped the smile on Nell!" Said Private Henry Brown._

Said the Sergeant: "Every shell Seemed to whine, 'Old scout, you're dead!' And I thought I'd gone to hell In a blizzard of hot lead. But each bloomin' gunner stuck At his post by his machine." _"Our orders said to hold it, Buck!" Said Private Peter Green._

Said the Chaplain: "Talk of pep! They were there! And, may I add, When we clambered up the step That last fight, we only had Eighty men of Company D-- Every one, I'll say, a man!" _"And am I glad I'm home? Ah, oui!" Said Private Mike McCann._

CHARLTON ANDREWS.

Early in September eight American divisions were concentrated on the Lorraine front and organized into the First American Army. On September 12 an assault in force was made against the St. Mihiel salient, which had threatened France for four years. Twenty-four hours later the salient was ours, together with 15,000 prisoners.

SEICHEPREY

[September 12, 1918]

A handful came to Seicheprey When winter woods were bare, When ice was in the trenches And snow was in the air. The foe looked down on Seicheprey And laughed to see them there.

The months crept by at Seicheprey The growing handful stayed, With growling guns at midnight, At dawn, the lightning raid, And learned, in Seicheprey trenches, How war's red game is played.

September came to Seicheprey; A slow-wrought host arose And rolled across the trenches And whelmed its sneering foes, And left to shattered Seicheprey Unending, sweet repose.

Two weeks later we began our greatest battle in an attack on the strong German positions running from the Meuse westward through the Argonne forest. It was in this battle that perhaps the most remarkable single exploit of the war was performed, when Corporal Alvin C. York, a young giant from the mountains of Tennessee, who had been sent forward with a small squad to clean up some machine-gun nests, killed single-handed twenty-eight Germans, and came back with 132 prisoners.

A BALLAD OF REDHEAD'S DAY

[October 8, 1918]

Talk of the Greeks at Thermopylæ! They fought like mad till the last was dead; But Alvin C. York, of Tennessee, Stayed cool to the end though his hair was red, Stayed mountain cool, yet blazed that gray October the Eighth as Redhead's Day.

With rifle and pistol and redhead nerve He captured one hundred and thirty-two; A battalion against him, he did not swerve From the Titans' task they were sent to do-- Fourteen men under Sergeant Early And York, the blacksmith, big and burly.

Sixteen only, but fighters all, They dared the brood of a devil's nest, And three of those that did not fall Were wounded and out of the scrap; the rest Were guarding a bunch of Boche they'd caught, When both were trapped by a fresh onslaught.

Excepting York, who smiled "Amen," And, spotting the nests of spitting guns, Potted some twenty birds, and then Did with his pistol for eight more Huns Who thought they could crush a Yankee alive In each red pound of two hundred and five.

That was enough for kill-babe Fritz: Ninety in all threw up their hands, Suddenly tender as lamb at the Ritz, Milder than sheep to a York's commands; And back to his line he drove the herd, Gathering more on the way--Absurd!

Absurd, but true--ay, gospel fact; For here was a man with a level head, Who, scorning to fail for the help he lacked, Helped himself till he won instead; An elder was he in the Church of Christ, Immortal at thirty; his faith sufficed.

RICHARD BUTLER GLAENZER.

While our Argonne offensive was in progress, the French and English had been striking mighty blows at other portions of the German line, and everywhere the enemy was in retreat. Realizing that their power was broken and to save themselves from imminent disaster, the Germans asked for an armistice. It was offered on terms so drastic that many thought the Germans would not sign, but they did, and at eleven o'clock on the morning of November 11, 1918, firing ceased all along the front.

VICTORY BELLS

I heard the bells across the trees, I heard them ride the plunging breeze Above the roofs from tower and spire, And they were leaping like a fire, And they were shining like a stream With sun to make its music gleam. Deep tones as though the thunder tolled, Cool voices thin as tinkling gold, They shook the spangled autumn down From out the tree-tops of the town; They left great furrows in the air And made a clangor everywhere As of metallic wings. They flew Aloft in spirals to the blue Tall tent of heaven and disappeared. And others, swift as though they feared The people might not heed their cry Went shouting VICTORY up the sky. They did not say that war is done, Only that glory has begun Like sunrise, and the coming day Will burn the clouds of war away. There will be time for dreams again, And home-coming for weary men.

GRACE HAZARD CONKLING.

America had lost nearly fifty thousand men killed in battle, and immediately after the armistice, work was begun gathering together their bodies, scattered over many battlefields, and re-interring them in beautiful cemeteries, where their graves would be perpetually cared for and honored.

EPICEDIUM

IN MEMORY OF AMERICA'S DEAD IN THE GREAT WAR

No more for them shall Evening's rose unclose, Nor Dawn's emblazoned panoplies be spread; Alike, the Rain's warm kiss, and stabbing snows, Unminded, fall upon each hallowed head. But the Bugles as they leap and wildly sing, Rejoice, ... remembering.

The guns' mad music their young years have known-- War's lullabies that moaned on Flanders Plain; To-night the wind walks on them, still as stone, Where they lie huddled close as riven grain. But the Drums, reverberating, proudly roll-- They love a Soldier's soul!

With arms outflung, and eyes that laughed at Death, They drank the wine of sacrifice and loss; For them a life-time spanned a burning breath, And Truth they visioned, clean of earthly dross. But the Fifes--can ye not hear their lusty shriek? They know, and now they speak!

The lazy drift of cloud, the noon-day hum Of vagrant bees, the lark's untrammeled song Shall gladden them no more, who now lie dumb In Death's strange sleep, yet once were swift and strong. But the Bells that to all living listeners peal, With joy their deeds reveal!

They have given their lives, with bodies bruised and broken, Upon their Country's altar they have bled; They have left, as priceless heritage, a token That Honor lives forever with the dead. And the Bugles, as their rich notes rise and fall-- They answer, knowing all.

J. CORSON MILLER.

THE DEAD

Think you the dead are lonely in that place? They are companioned by the leaves and grass, By many a beautiful and vanished face, By all the strange and lovely things that pass. Sunsets and dawnings and the starry vast, The swinging moon, the tracery of trees-- These they shall know more perfectly at last, They shall be intimate with such as these. 'Tis only for the living Beauty dies, Fades and drifts from us with too brief a grace, Beyond the changing tapestry of skies Where dwells her perfect and immortal face. For us the passage brief;--the happy dead Are ever by great beauty visited.

DAVID MORTON.

THE UNRETURNING

For us, the dead, though young, For us, who fought and bled, Let a last song be sung, And a last word be said!

Dreams, hopes, and high desires, That leaven and uplift, On sacrificial fires We offered as a gift.

We gave, and gave our all, In gladness, though in pain; Let not a whisper fall That we have died in vain!

CLINTON SCOLLARD.

To America's soldier dead was added, on January 6, 1919, a valiant and righteous warrior, Theodore Roosevelt, whose sudden death at the age of sixty-one was a shock to the whole country.

THE STAR

[January 6, 1919]

Great soul, to all brave souls akin, High bearer of the torch of truth, Have you not gone to marshal in Those eager hosts of youth?

Flung outward by the battle's tide, They met in regions dim and far; And you--in whom youth never died-- Shall lead them, as a star!

MARION COUTHOUY SMITH.

Arrangements for sending home the American army were begun immediately after the armistice, and within a few months a steady stream of khaki-clad troops was flowing through the port of Brest, bound for America.

BREST LEFT BEHIND

The sun strikes gold the dirty street, The band blares, the drums insist, And brown legs twinkle and muscles twist-- Pound!--Pound!--the rhythmic feet. The laughing street-boys shout, And a couple of hags come out To grin and bob and clap. Stiff rusty black their dresses, And crispy white their Breton cap, Prim on white, smooth tresses.

Wait!... Wait!... While dun clouds droop Over the sunlit docks, Over the wet gray rocks And mast of steamer and sloop, And the old squat towers, Damp gray and mossy brown, Where lovely Ann looked down And dreamed rich dreams through long luxurious hours.

Sudden and swift, it rains! Familiar, fogging, gray; It blots the sky away And cuts the face with biting little pains. We grunt and poke shoes free of muddy cakes, Watching them messing out Upon the dock in thick brown lakes-- "No more French mud!" the sergeant cries, And someone swears, and someone sighs, And the neat squads swing about.

Silent the looming hulk above-- No camouflage this time-- She's white and tan and black! Hurry, bend, climb, Push forward, stagger back! How clean the wide deck seems, The bunks, how trim; And, oh, the musty smell of ships! Faces are set and grim, Thinking of months, this hope was pain; And eyes are full of dreams, And gay little tunes come springing to the lips-- Home, home, again, again!

She's moving now, Across the prow The dusk-soft harbor bursts Into a shivering bloom of light From warehouse, warship, transport, tramp, And countless little bobbing masts Each flouts the night With eager boastful lamp-- Bright now, now dimmer, dimmer, Fewer and fewer glimmer. Only the lights that mark the passing shore, Lofty and lonely star the gray-- Then are no more. We are alone with dusk and creamy spray.

The captain coughs, remembering the rain. The major coughs remembering the mud. Some shudder at the horror of dark blood, Or wine-wet kisses, lewd. Some sigh, remembering new loves and farewell pain. Some smile, remembering old loves to be renewed. Silent, we stare across the deepening night. France vanishing!--Swift, swift, the curling waves-- Fights and despair, And faces fair; Proud heads held high For Victory; And flags above friends' graves.

The group buzzes, rustles, hums, Then stiffens as the colonel comes, A burly figure in the mellow light, With haughty, kingly ways. He does not scan the night, Nor hissing spray that flies, But his cold old glance plays Along the level of our eyes.

"I don't see very many tears," he says.

JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR.

America went wild in welcoming them, as they arrived division after division. There were parades and celebrations; but with surprising swiftness the divisions were demobilized and the men returned to civil life.

TO THE RETURNING BRAVE

Victorious knights without reproach or fear-- As close as man is ever to the stars!-- Our welcome met you on the ocean drear In loud, free winds and sunset's golden bars. Here, at our bannered gate Love, honor, laurels wait. Though you be humble, we are proud, and, in your stead, elate.

Fame shall not tire to tell, no sordid stain Lies on your purpose, on your record none. No broken word, no violated fane, No winning one could wish had ne'er been won. You were our message sent To the torn Continent: That with its hope and faith henceforth our faith and hope are blent.

You of our new, our homespun chivalry, Here is your welcome--in all women's eyes, The envious handclasp, romping children's glee, Music, and color, and glad tears that rise. Here every voice of Peace Shall bruit our joy, nor cease To vie with shotless guns to shout your blameless victories.

But, though you are a part of all men's pride, And from your fortitude new nations date, Oh, lay not yet your sacred steel aside, But save it for the still-imperiled State. You who have bound a girth Of new hope round the Earth, Should its firm bond be loosened here, what were your struggle worth?

A redder peril dogs the path of war; With fire and poison wanton children play; And fickle crowds toward new pretenders pour Who summon demons they can never lay. Already we can hear, Importunately near, The snarling of the savage crew, half fury and half jeer.

Then hang not up your arms till you have taught The ungrateful guests about our hearth and board That in your swift encounter has been wrought A keener edge to our reluctant sword. You who know well the price Of the great sacrifice, Your courage saved us once; pray Heaven, it need not save us twice.

And those who come not back, who mutely lie By Marne or Meuse or tangled Argonne wood: _Were it to lose the gain_, (let them reply!) _Would we recall their spirits if we could?_ Open your ranks and save Their places with the brave, That Liberty may greet you all, her shields of land and wave.

ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON.

Amid all the celebrations, there was always the consciousness of those who would not return, in body, at least, but whose spirits would never be severed from America's.

THE RETURN

Golden through the golden morning, Who is this that comes With the pride of banners lifted, With the roll of drums?

With the self-same triumph shining In the ardent glance, That divine, bright fate defiance That you bore to France.

You! But o'er your grave in Flanders Blow the winter gales; Still for sorrow of your going All life's laughter fails.

Borne on flutes of dawn the answer: "O'er the foam's white track, God's work done, so to our homeland Comes her hosting back.

"Come the dead men with the live men From the marshes far, From the mounds in no man's valley, Lit by cross nor star.

"Come to blend with hers the essence Of their strength and pride, All the radiance of the dreaming For whose truth they died."

So the dead men with the live men Pass, an hosting fair, And the stone is rolled forever From the soul's despair.

ELEANOR ROGERS COX.

One distinguished visitor was welcomed by the American people as they welcomed their own sons--King Albert, of Belgium, who made an extensive tour of the United States in the summer of 1919.

KING OF THE BELGIANS

How spoke the King, in his crucial hour victorious? The words of a high decision, few, but glorious.

What was the choice he made, that all fear surmounted? The choice of a man--that leaves not the soul uncounted.

What did the King, in bitter defeat and sorrow? He stood as a god, foreseeing a great to-morrow.

How fought the King? In silent and stern persistence; Patience and power within, and hope in the distance.

What was the gift he won, in the fire that tried him? The deathless love of his own, who fought beside him.

What is his crown, the noblest of all for wearing? The homage of hearts that beat for his splendid bearing.

Robe and sceptre and crown--what are these for holding? Vesture and sign for his spirit's royal moulding.

What speaks he now, in the hour of faith victorious? Words of a quiet gladness, few, but glorious.

Then, as we greet him, what shall be ours to render? Silence that shines, and speech that is proud and tender!

MARION COUTHOUY SMITH.

Meanwhile, at Paris, the Peace Conference, under the leadership of President Woodrow Wilson, who had broken all precedents by going to Europe, was struggling with the peace treaty. For America, the great conflict had been a war to end war, and the President insisted that provisions to establish a League of Nations should be made an integral part of the treaty.

THE FAMILY OF NATIONS

With that pathetic impudence of youth, America, half-formed, gigantic and uncouth, Stretching great limbs, in something of surprise Beholds new meaning written on the skies.

Out of the granite, Time has reared a State Haughty and fearless, awkward, passionate-- For all his dreaming and his reckless boast, Betrayed by those whom he has trusted most.

Years of stern peril knit that welded frame, Banded those arms and set that heart aflame, Burdened those loins with vigor of increase, Gave to his hand a weapon forged to peace.

He cannot turn the discovering hour aside, He feels the stir that will not be denied, And in the family the Nations plan Forgets the boy and finds himself a man!

WILLARD WATTLES.

After months of struggle and negotiation, this purpose was achieved, and on July 10, 1919, the President laid the treaty before the Senate for confirmation. Strong opposition to the League of Nations developed immediately, on the ground that it interfered with America's independence and freedom of action, and various "reservations" were proposed, limiting America's

## participation. These the President refused to accept, and

finally, after eight months of bitter debate, largely partisan and personal, the Senate rejected the treaty March 19, 1920.

THE LEAGUE OF NATIONS

Lo, Joseph dreams his dream again, And Joan leads her armies in the night, And somewhere near, the Master from His cross Lifts his hurt hands and heals the world again! For from the great red welter of the world, Out from the tides of its red suffering Comes the slow sunrise of the ancient dream-- Is flung the glory of its bright imagining. See how it breaks in beauty on the world, Shivers and shudders on its trembling way-- Shivers and waits and trembles to be born!

America, young daughter of the gods, swing out, Strong in the beauty of virginity, Fearless in thine unquestioned leadership, And hold the taper to the nations' torch, And light the hearthfires of the halls of home. Thine must it be to break an unpathed way, To lift the torch for world's in-brothering-- To bring to birth this child of all the earth, Formed of the marriage of all nations; Else shall we go, the head upon the breast, A Cain without a country, a Judas at the board!

MARY SIEGRIST.

BEYOND WARS

FOR THE LEAGUE OF NATIONS

Then will a quiet gather round the door, And settle on those evening fields again, Where women watch the slow, home-coming men Across brown acres hoofed and hurt no more, The sound of children's feet be on the floor, When lamps are lit, and stillness deeper falls, Unbroken, save where cattle in their stalls Keep munching patiently upon their store.

Only a scar beside the pasture gate, A torn and naked tree upon the hill, What times remembered, will remind them still Of long disastrous days they knew of late; Till these, too, yield for sweet, accustomed things,-- And a man ploughs, a woman sews and sings.

DAVID MORTON.

It was a revival of the old idea of "splendid isolation" on the part of men whose gaze was backward and who had learned nothing from the war. To all others, however, it is evident that America must take her place with the other peoples of the earth at the council-table of the League of Nations, and do her part toward the establishment of peace and liberty throughout the world.

"WHEN THERE IS PEACE"

"When there is Peace, our land no more Will be the land we knew of yore." Thus do our facile seers foretell The truth that none can buy or sell And e'en the wisest must ignore.

When we have bled at every pore, Shall we still strive for gear and store? Will it be heaven? Will it be hell? When there is Peace?

This let us pray for, this implore: That, all base dreams thrust out at door, We may in loftier aims excel And, like men waking from a spell, Grow stronger, nobler, than before, When there is Peace.

AUSTIN DOBSON.

AFTER THE WAR

After the war--I hear men ask--what then? As though this rock-ribbed world, sculptured with fire, And bastioned deep in the ethereal plan, Can never be its morning self again Because of this brief madness, man with man; As though the laughing elements should tire, The very seasons in their order reel; As though indeed yon ghostly golden wheel Of stars should cease from turning, or the moon Befriend the night no more, or the wild rose Forget the world, and June be no more June.

How many wars and long-forgotten woes Unnumbered, nameless, made a like despair In hearts long stilled; how many suns have set On burning cities blackening the air,-- Yet dawn came dreaming back, her lashes wet With dew, and daisies in her innocent hair. Nor shall, for this, the soul's ascension pause, Nor the sure evolution of the laws That out of foulness lift the flower to sun, And out of fury forge the evening star.

Deem not Love's building of the world undone-- Far Love's beginning was, her end is far; By paths of fire and blood her feet must climb, Seeking a loveliness she scarcely knows, Whose meaning is beyond the reach of Time.

RICHARD LE GALLIENNE.

NOTES AND INDEXES

NOTES

Page 3. THE STORY OF VINLAND. The discovery of America by the Norsemen is as well authenticated as any other fact of tenth-century history, and much better authenticated than most. There can be no doubt of the substantial accuracy of the Icelandic chronicle, and Mr. Lanier has followed it very closely.

Page 3. _Stout Are Marson._ Are Marsson. The stories concerning him and "Huitramannaland" are believed to be purely fanciful, an embroidery of fiction upon the historical background of the chronicles. There is no evidence that the Norsemen ever got farther south than Cape Cod, or, at most, Point Judith.

Page 7. _Mid-ships with iron keel._ The Norse boats had neither "iron keel" nor "ribs of steel." Keel and ribs were made of oak, and no evidence has been found of metallic sheathing. The size of these ships is usually underestimated. They were larger, stronger, and more seaworthy than those of Columbus. There is one in the museum at Christiania seventy-eight feet long, seventeen feet beam, and nearly six feet in depth. She carried a crew of at least thirty-five men. Henry Hudson's Half Moon carried a crew of only sixteen.

Page 7. _The lofty tower._ The old stone tower at Newport, around whose origin controversy raged for many years, but which is now believed to have been built by Benedict Arnold, governor of Newport, about 1676, for a windmill. The reader is referred to Palfrey's "History of New England," i, 57; Fiske's "Discovery of America," i, 214; and Drake's "New England Legends and Folk-lore," 393.

Page 7. _Beyond the limits he had vainly set._ The Pillars of Hercules, Gibraltar and Cape Serra.

Page 9. _St. Stephen's cloistered hall._ The conference was held at the Dominican convent of St. Stephen, at Salamanca.

Page 10. _Cordova's sage._ Seneca.

Page 12. _The far-seeing Marchioness._ Beatriz de Bobadilla, Marchioness of Moya, the bosom friend of the Queen, and a devoted admirer of Columbus. She happened to be with the Queen when Santangel rushed in demanding audience and told of Columbus's departure, and added her eloquence to his.

Page 14. _Pedro Gutierrez._ Pilot of the Santa Maria.

Page 14. _Sanchez of Segovia._ Roderigo Sanchez, inspector-general of the armament.

Page 16. _A Castilla y á Leon._ "To Castile and Leon Columbus gave a new world." This was the motto annexed to the coat of arms granted to Columbus.

Page 21. _The shining Cèpango._ Cipango was the name given by Marco Polo to an island east of Asia, supposed to be the modern Japan. It was Cipango which Columbus and all the voyagers for half a century after him were seeking.

Page 25. _Old Las Casas._ Bartolomé de las Casas (1474-1566), a Spanish Dominican, celebrated as a defender of the Indians against their Spanish conquerors.

Page 30. _Moscoso._ Luis de Moscoso, who took charge of the expedition after De Soto's death.

Page 30. _Six thousand of our foemen._ The native loss was greatly exaggerated. It probably did not exceed five hundred.

Page 30. _And eighty-two of Spain._ The Spanish loss was 170. The scene of the battle is supposed to have been what is now known as Choctaw Bluff, in Clarke County, Alabama.

Page 31. _The cities of the Zuñi._ Coronado's expedition reached Cibola early in July, 1540, and a few days later carried it by storm and subdued the whole district, but found no treasure. A detailed account of the expedition will be found in Winsor's "Narrative and Critical History of America," ii, 473-503.

Page 34. _Good Bernard._ Bernard of Cluny, a French Benedictine monk of the twelfth century, author of "De Contemptu Mundi," popularly known through Neale's translation, "Jerusalem the Golden."

Page 34. _Do not fear._ The last words Gilbert is known to have spoken were the famous "We are as near to heaven by sea as by land." These are said to have been heard on board the companion ship, the Hind, a short time before the Squirrel disappeared.

Page 38. POCAHONTAS. This imaginative tale, from which all other narratives of the event are derived, appears in the second chapter of the third book of Smith's "The Generall Historie of Virginia, New England, and the Summer Isles" (London, 1622), and is as follows:--

"At last they brought him to _Meronoco moco_, where was Powhatan, their emperor. Here more than two hundred of these grim courtiers stood wondering at him as he had been a monster, till Powhatan and his train had put themselves in their greatest braveries. Before a fire, upon a seat like a bedstead, he sat covered with a great robe, made of Rarowcun skins, and all the tails hanging by. On either hand did sit a young wench of 16 or 18 years, and along on each side of the house, two rows of men, and behind them as many women, with all their heads and shoulders painted red; many of their heads bedecked with the white down of birds; but every one with something: and a great chain of white beads about their necks. At his entrance before the King, all the people gave a great shout. The queen of _Appamatuck_ was appointed to bring him water to wash his hands, and another brought him a bunch of feathers, instead of a towel to dry them: having feasted him after their best barbarous manner they could, a long consultation was held, but the conclusion was, two great stones were brought before Powhatan; then as many as could laid hand on him, dragged him to them, and thereon laid his head, and being ready with their clubs to beat out his brains, Pocahontas, the king's dearest daughter, when no entreaty could prevail, got his head in her arms, and laid her own upon his to save him from death: whereat the emperor was contented he should live to make him hatchets, and her bells, beads, and copper: for they thought him as well of all occupations as themselves. For the king himself will make his own robes, shoes, bows, arrows, pots; plant, hunt, or do anything so well as the rest.

"They say he bore a pleasant show, But sure his heart was sad, For who can pleasant be, and rest, That lives in fear and dread: And having life suspected, doth It still suspected lead."

In spite of which, it is generally agreed among historians that no such incident ever occurred. One can only remark that Smith seems to have had a genius for imaginative detail worthy of Defoe.

Page 40. _Richard Rich_ was a soldier and adventurer who accompanied Captain Newport in the Sea Venture, and experienced all the dangers and hardships of that remarkable voyage. He finally got back to England in 1610, and on the first day of October, published this poem, his object being, as he says in a brief and broadly humorous preface, to "spread the truth" about the new colony, whose attractions had so impressed him that he was resolved to return thither with Captain Newport in the following year. He speaks of another book of his soon to be issued, also devoted to a description of the colony, but no copy of it has ever been discovered, nor is anything known concerning Rich's subsequent adventures. A copy of his "Newes from Virginia" was found in 1864 in Lord Charlemont's collection, and is now in the Huth Library.

Page 40. _Gates._ Sir Thomas Gates, lieutenant-general of the new company.

Page 40. _Newport._ Christopher Newport (1565?-1617) had had an adventurous career as a corsair in the West Indies, where he sacked four Spanish towns, and destroyed no less than twenty Spanish vessels.

Page 40. _Eleaven months._ June 2, 1609-May 24, 1610.

Page 40. _Inhabited by hogges._ The descendants, presumably, of those left by the Spaniards.

Page 40. _Two only._ Six of the company died on the island.

Page 40. _A son and daughter._ These details are confirmed in "A True Repertory of the Wracke and Redemption of Sir Thomas Gates upon and from the Islands of the Bermudas," or from Silas Jourdan's "Discovery of the Barmudas ... by Sir T. Gates ... with divers others" (1610); to both of which Shakespeare is said to have been indebted for the groundwork of "The Tempest."

Page 43. THE MARRIAGE OF POCAHONTAS. There is some doubt as to whether the marriage occurred in 1613 or 1614. The former has been the more generally accepted date, but the compiler has adopted the latter on the authority of Mr. Wyndham Robertson, who has made an exhaustive study of the question, the results of which were embodied in a paper read before the Virginia Historical Society in 1860. Mr. Robertson proves pretty conclusively that April 5, 1614, is the correct date.

Page 43. _Sparkling-Water._ The English meaning of Pocahontas.

Page 45. _The town shall not rise from its ashes again._ Jamestown, at the time it was burned, consisted of a church, state-house, and about eighteen dwellings, mostly of brick. Only the tower of the church and a few chimneys were left standing.

Page 45. BACON'S EPITAPH. This remarkable poem has been preserved in an anonymous "History of Bacon's and Ingram's Rebellion," known as "The Burwell Papers," and printed by the Massachusetts Historical Society in 1814. The "Burwell Papers" have been attributed to a planter named Cotton of Acquia Creek, but this is only conjecture, and there seems to be absolutely no clue to the authorship of the elegy, which will probably always remain one of the literary mysteries of America.

Page 48. THE DOWNFALL OF PIRACY. This is thought to be one of the ballads referred to by Benjamin Franklin in his autobiography. He says: "I now took a fancy to poetry, and made some little pieces. My brother, thinking it might turn to account, encouraged me, and put me on composing occasional ballads. One was called 'The Lighthouse Tragedy,' and contained an account of the drowning of Captain Worthilake, with his two daughters; the other was a sailor song on the taking of Teach (or Blackbeard) the pirate."

It had been thought for many years that both of these ballads were lost, but "The Downfall of Piracy" was discovered by Dr. Edward Everett Hale in a volume entitled "Some Real Sea-Songs," edited by Mr. John Ashton, and published in London. There is, in Dr. Hale's opinion, no doubt that it is one of the Franklin ballads. The news of the fight probably reached Boston about the first of January, 1719, and the ballad was no doubt written soon after. Of "The Lighthouse Tragedy" no trace has been found.

Page 50. _'Twas Juet spoke._ Robert Juet accompanied Hudson as mate on his previous voyage, and on this one acted as clerk. He kept a curious journal of the voyage, which has been preserved in Purchas's third volume.

Page 52. THE PRAISE OF NEW NETHERLAND. The full title, in English, is "The Praise of New Netherland: wherein are briefly and truly shown the excellent qualities which it possesses in the purity of the air, fertility of the soil, production of the cattle, abundance of game and fish, with its advantages for navigation and commerce." It was printed at Amsterdam "for Jacobus Van Der Fuyk, bookseller in the Still-Alley, Anno 1661." Steendam had returned to Amsterdam, it is thought only on a visit, at the time of the publication of this poem. It is dedicated to "The Honorable Cornelis van Ruyven, councillor and secretary of the Hon. West India Company there. Faithful and very upright Promoter of New Netherland."

Page 54. _Noch vaster._ A play upon words, a whimsical device adopted by Steendam. Steendam means "stone dam," and _noch vaster_, "still firmer." Notwithstanding which he seems to have been "a man of very unsettled purposes of life."

Page 58. _Bartholomew Gosnold's 'headlands.'_ Gosnold commanded an expedition which, in 1602, discovered Cape Cod and Martha's Vineyard, both of which were named by him.

Page 63. THE EXPEDITION TO WESSAGUSSET. Mr. Longfellow has followed the account of this expedition given in Winslow's Relation of "Standish's Expedition against the Indians of Weymouth." He has, however, turned the incident of Standish's killing of the chiefs, Pecksuot and Wituwamat, into a much more open and heroic piece of conduct than the chronicle admits. The killing really occurred in a room into which Standish and a few of his men had enticed them. This was the first Indian blood shed by the Pilgrims. A general battle followed in the open field, from which the Indians fled and in which no lives were lost.

"Concerning the killing of those poor Indians," wrote Robinson of Leyden (December 16, 1623), "of which we heard first by report and since by more certain relation, O how happy a thing had it been, if you had converted some before you had killed any!"

Page 65. NEW ENGLAND'S ANNOYANCES. These verses are undoubtedly of a very early date, probably about 1630. Rufus W. Griswold, in his introduction to "The Poets and Poetry of America" (Philadelphia, 1854), calls them "the first verses by a colonist," a statement which is, of course, impossible of proof. They appeared originally in the Massachusetts Historical Collections, with the statement that they were "taken memoriter, in 1785, from the lips of an old lady at the advanced age of 96."

Page 73. ANNE HUTCHINSON'S EXILE. The basis of the famous Antinomian controversy, as it was called, was the promulgation, by Mrs. Hutchinson, of "two dangerous errors: first, that the person of the Holy Ghost dwells in a justified person; second, that no sanctification can help to evidence to us our justification." The words are Winthrop's. To these two doctrines Mrs. Hutchinson attached so much importance that she undertook the public ministration of them. Sir Harry Vane, the young governor of the colony, was one of her converts, but in May, 1637, Winthrop was chosen governor instead of Vane, and at once took steps to suppress the Antinomians, which resulted in the banishment of the more prominent among them.

Page 73. _The father._ William Hutchinson, who had accompanied his family from England.

Page 73. _The boys and girls._ There were fifteen children, so that Portsmouth, which they founded, started off with a larger population than most towns of the period.

Page 75. _In the ruler's seat._ Underhill was chosen governor of the "Passataquack men" in October, 1638.

Page 83. _Pettaquamscut town._ South Kingston, Rhode Island. The Narragansett stronghold lay sixteen miles away, in what is now the town of North Kingston.

Page 83. _George Fox._ Founder of the Society of Friends, who visited America in 1671-72.

Page 84. _Connecticut had sent her men._ Of the army of a thousand, five hundred and twenty-seven were furnished by Massachusetts, and the remainder by Connecticut and Plymouth.

Page 85. ON A FORTIFICATION AT BOSTON BEGUN BY WOMEN. This poem occurs on pages 30-31 of "New England's Crisis," and not, as Duyckinck states, at the beginning. The author, Benjamin Tompson, "learned schoolmaster and physician, and ye renowned poet of New England," as the epitaph upon his tombstone puts it, was born at Braintree, Massachusetts, July 14, 1642, graduated from Harvard in 1662, and after serving as master of the Boston Latin School and Cambridge Preparatory School, died at Cambridge in 1675.

Page 85. _Sudbury's battle._ The Indian attack was made early in the morning of April 21, and lasted practically all the day. News of it soon reached the neighboring towns, and relief parties were started forward. The Indians were on the lookout for them. A party of eleven men from Concord walked into an ambush and only one escaped; eighteen troopers from Boston finally got into the town with a loss of four; and a party of fifty from Marlboro, under Captain Samuel Wadsworth, were caught in an adroitly prepared trap, out of which but thirteen came alive.

Page 99. _Charles of Estienne._ Charles de St. Estienne was a son of Claude de la Tour, a nobleman who, in 1610, had been forced by poverty to seek his fortune in the New World. They came to Port Royal, shared in the vicissitudes of the little settlement, and were among those who took to the woods after its destruction by the English. Among the fugitives was the Sieur de Biencourt, who held a grant to the country about Port Royal. They built some rude cabins, cultivated little patches of ground, and raised a fort of logs and earth near Cape Sable, which they called Fort St. Louis. Biencourt died in 1623, and Charles de la Tour took command of the fort and assumed control of Biencourt's property, claiming that Biencourt had so willed it. Another fort was built on the River St. John, and La Tour was appointed by the king lieutenant-governor over Fort Louis, Port la Tour, and dependencies.

At about the same time, Richelieu sent out an expedition to take formal possession of New France, and named Isaac de Launay de Razilly governor of all Acadia. He made his settlement at La Hève, on the Atlantic coast of Nova Scotia, but died in 1635, and his deputy, Charles de Menou, Chevalier D'Aulnay, asserted his right to command in the colony. Thereupon began between him and Charles de la Tour that famous struggle for the possession of Acadia which forms so romantic a passage in American history.

Page 101. _Pentagoet shall rue._ La Tour was unable to avenge himself, but time did it for him. D'Aulnay was drowned in 1650, and La Tour was appointed governor of Acadia. In 1653 he married D'Aulnay's widow, Jeanne de Motin.

Page 105. PENTUCKET. The Indian name for Haverhill.

Page 106. _Of worthy Captain Lovewell._ Not much is known of Lovewell. He was a son of Zaccheus Lovewell, an ensign in the army of Oliver Cromwell, who had come to America and settled at Dunstable, where he died at the great age of one hundred and twenty years,--"the oldest white man who ever died in New Hampshire." He left three sons, the youngest of whom was John, the hero of Pigwacket. At the time of the fight, he was about thirty-three years of age, and had a wife and two or three children. After the Indian attack on Dunstable in 1624, he and some others petitioned the House of Representatives at Boston to make some provision for a force to be sent against the savages. The Representatives voted that all such volunteers should be paid two shillings and sixpence a day, and promised large rewards for the scalps of male Indians old enough to fight. A company of thirty was raised, with Lovewell as captain, and captured one prisoner and took one scalp. A second expedition brought back ten scalps and some other booty, and the third expedition culminated in the battle at Pigwacket.

Page 106. _'Twas nigh unto Pigwacket._ The old name for Fryeburg. Pigwacket was at the time the principal village of the Ossipe tribe. Also spelled Pequawket.

Page 108. _They killed Lieutenant Robbins._ Robbins was a native of Chelmsford. He was so badly wounded that he had to be left on the ground. He desired his companions to charge his gun and leave it with him, saying, "As the Indians will come in the morning to scalp me, I will kill one more of them if I can."

Page 108. _Good young Frye._ Jonathan Frye, the chaplain of the company, was the only son of Captain James Frye, of Andover, and had graduated at Harvard only two years before. It is a curious commentary on the taste of the time that he should be commended for scalping Indians, as well as killing them; the scalping, however, was the result not of ferocity but of the large rewards offered by the Boston legislature for these trophies.

Page 108. _Wymans Captain made._ Ensign Seth Wymans, or Wyman, belonged in Woburn, and commanded through the day, after the fall of his superiors at the first fire. He so distinguished himself that he was given a captain's commission, and his admiring townsmen presented him with a silver-hilted sword.

Page 108. _Anon, there eighty Indians rose._ Penhallow says seventy, Hutchinson eighty, Williamson sixty-three, and Belknap forty-one.

Page 111. THE BRITISH LYON ROUSED. From Tilden's | miscellaneous | Poems, | on | Divers Occasions; | Chiefly to Animate & Rouse | the | Soldiers. | Printed 1756. The little volume from which this poem was taken is one of the most interesting published before the Revolution. For a long time nothing whatever was known of the author, not even his first name. But that was subsequently discovered by Mr. J. H. Trumbull, and communicated to the "New York Historical Magazine," iv, 72, by him. This account seems to have been overlooked by all of Tilden's biographers. Appleton's Cyclopædia of American Biography fails to give his first name, nor does any history or cyclopædia of American literature with which the compiler is familiar.

Page 112. THE SONG OF BRADDOCK'S MEN. This spirited song has been preserved by Mr. Winthrop Sargent in his excellent monograph upon the Braddock expedition, published by the Pennsylvania Historical Society in 1855. Mr. Sargent states that it was composed in Chester County, Pennsylvania, while the army was on the march in the early autumn of 1755, and that there is no doubt of its authenticity. He does not say where he discovered it.

Page 112. BRADDOCK'S FATE. It will be noticed that these verses were composed just six weeks after the battle which they describe, and the author must have sat down to them at once upon hearing the news of the defeat.

Page 113. _Old sixty-six._ The author.

Page 114. _North America._ It is worthy of note that in all colonial and revolutionary poetry, America is rhymed with such words as day, say, and away.

Page 114. _Telesem._ A name which Tilden gave to this form of verse.

Page 118. Of _Wolfe's brave deeds._ General James Wolfe, who commanded a brigade, and took the leading part in the assaults on the fortress, on one occasion plunging into the sea at the head of his grenadiers, and capturing a battery which commanded the beach.

Page 118. _Amherst's patriot name._ Jeffrey (afterwards Baron) Amherst, commander-in-chief of the land forces, fourteen thousand strong. He was hotly criticised by Wolfe for his blundering conduct of the campaign.

Page 119. _The tartans of Grant's Highlanders._ Major Grant, of the Highlanders, had obtained permission to reconnoitre the fort, and set out with about eight hundred men. He reached the fort on September 14, but, relying on his supposed superior numbers, divided his force in such a way that the different parts could not support each other. He was defeated in detail, his force cut to pieces, and himself taken prisoner. His loss was nearly three hundred.

Page 119. _Loyalhanna._ Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania.

Page 121. _Ned Botwood._ Edward Botwood, sergeant in the grenadiers of the Forty-seventh, or Lascelles' Regiment. He was the author of the verses given here, which were written on the eve of the expedition's departure from Louisburg, and continued popular with the British troops throughout the Revolution. He was killed during an unsuccessful assault, July 31.

Page 122. _Then Wolfe he took his leave._ A short time before leaving for America, Wolfe had become engaged to Katherine, daughter of Robert Lowther.

Page 122. _A parley._ This is, of course, purely imaginary. There was no parley.

Page 122. _Then instant from his horse._ Wolfe was not on horseback.

Page 129. THE VIRGINIA SONG. When David Garrick wrote "Hearts of Oak" as an expression of English patriotism, he little dreamed that he was furnishing ammunition for England's enemies. It was to the air of that song that the most popular of the colonial patriotic songs were written, and it was probably better known than any of our national songs are to us to-day. Such versions as "The Virginia Song," "The Patriot's Appeal," "The Massachusetts Song," and "The Liberty Song" were printed on broadside sheets and in newspaper columns and sung in village meeting and city street throughout the land, awakening immense enthusiasm.

Page 131. THE LIBERTY POLE. From "The Procession with the Standard of Faction, a Cantata," a four-page folio preserved in the Du Simitière collection of broadsides.

Page 132. _Who carry caps and pouches._ "Pouches," perhaps a survival of the days of the hand-grenade.

Page 132. CRISPUS ATTUCKS. Attucks was a resident of Framingham, and there is some difference of opinion as to whether he was a mulatto or half-breed Indian. His only claim to remembrance is that he happened to be in the path of a British bullet on that March day in Boston.

Page 135. A NEW SONG CALLED THE GASPEE. The author of this old ballad is unknown. It was rescued from oblivion by Mr. John S. Taylor, who printed it in his "Sketches of Newport and its Vicinity," New York, 1842.

Page 138. _Tremble! for know, I, Thomas Gage._ Gage was the last royal governor of Massachusetts, and the best hated.

Page 139. _Against Virginia's hostile land._ Patrick Henry's famous speech, delivered in 1764 before the House of Burgesses, had never ceased to ring in the ears of royalty, and the people of Virginia had long been regarded as a "rebellious band that must be broken."

Page 139. _Hail, Middlesex!_ A small number of the people of Middlesex County, Virginia, early in 1774, had adopted some Royalist "resolves," an event which gave rise to the following epigram by a "Lady of Pennsylvania":--

To manhood he makes a vain pretence Who wants both manly form and sense; 'Tis but the form and not the matter, According to the schoolmen's clatter; From such a creature, Heaven defend her! Each lady cries, no _neuter gender_! But when a number of such creatures, With women's hearts and manly features, Their country's generous schemes perplex, I own I hate this Middle-sex.

Page 139. _To Murray bend the humble knee._ John Murray, Earl of Dunmore, royal governor of Virginia, 1770-1775.

Page 139. _Mesech Weare._ Weare was president of the state of New Hampshire in 1776. His verses were set to a psalm tune and widely sung.

Page 140. _In spite of Rice._ This refers to the extensive donations sent from the other colonies to the people of Boston.

Page 140. _Rivington's New York Gazetteer._ This paper, the principal vehicle of Royalist poetry during the Revolution, was established by James Rivington, a bookseller, in 1773, and printed at his "ever open and uninfluenced press." In the autumn of 1775 his printing outfit was destroyed by a patriot mob; but he was soon afterwards appointed King's Printer for the colony, furnished with a new outfit, and started "Rivington's New York Loyal Gazette." At the close of the war he changed its title to "Rivington's Gazette and Universal Advertiser," but it died of starvation in 1783.

Page 141. LIBERTY TREE. On August 14, 1765, an effigy representing Andrew Oliver, distributer of stamps for Boston, was found hanging from a great elm opposite the Boylston Market. A mob gathered when the sheriff tried to take down the effigy, the stamp office was demolished, and Oliver himself was compelled to repair to the tree and resign his commission. It was thenceforward called the Liberty Tree. Liberty trees were afterwards consecrated in many other New England towns.

Page 143. _Since mad Lee now commands us._ Major-General Charles Lee, that eccentric, morose, and ill-fated genius, characterized by Thomas Paine as "above all monarchs and below all scum."

Page 143. MASSACHUSETTS SONG OF LIBERTY. This song, to the air "Hearts of Oak," became almost as popular as "Adams and Liberty" did at a later day. Mrs. Mercy Warren, to whom it is attributed, published a volume of "Poems, Dramatic and Miscellaneous" (Boston, 1790), dedicated to Washington.

Page 144. TO THE BOSTON WOMEN. From Upcott, iv, 339.

Page 144. PAUL REVERE'S RIDE. It is possible that Mr. Longfellow derived the story, as told in the poem, from Revere's account of the adventure in a letter to Dr. Jeremy Belknap, printed in Mass. Hist. Coll. v. The publication of the poem called out a long controversy as to the accuracy of its details.

Page 147. _Then Devens looked._ Richard Devens, a member of the Committee of Safety, of which Hancock and Warren were the leading spirits.

Page 147. _Then haste ye, Prescott and Revere._ Dr. Samuel Prescott, of Concord, joined Revere and Dawes at Lexington and started with them for Concord. They were stopped by a British patrol. Prescott escaped by leaping his horse over the roadside wall and spurred on to Concord, while his companions were taken prisoners, but soon released.

Page 147. _The red-coats fire, the homespuns fall._ Eight Americans were killed, four near the spot where the battle monument now stands, and four others while escaping over the fences. Their names, as recorded on the monument, were Robert Monroe, Jonas Parker, Samuel Hadley, Jonathan Harrington, Jr., Isaac Muzzy, Caleb Harrington, and John Brown, of Lexington, and Asahel Porter, of Woburn.

Page 148. NEW ENGLAND'S CHEVY CHASE. As Lord Percy, at the head of the relief column, marched through Roxbury, his bands playing "Yankee Doodle" in derision of the opponents he was soon to meet, he observed a boy who seemed to be exceedingly amused. He stopped and asked the boy why he was so merry. "To think," said the boy, "how you will dance by and by to Chevy Chase." Percy, who was very superstitious, was worried by the remark all day. Its point will be appreciated when it is remembered that Percy was a lineal descendant of the Earl Percy who was slain at Chevy Chase.

Page 149. _We saw Davis fall dead._ Captain Isaac Davis, of the Acton company. He and Abner Hosmer were killed as the Americans charged the British stationed at the North Bridge. "I haven't a man that's afraid to go!" he had exclaimed as he wheeled his company into line for the charge.

Page 150. _We'd rather have spent it this way than to home._ One of the veterans of the fight made this very remark to Edward Everett.

Page 153. _Of man for man the sacrifice._ The British lost 65 killed, 180 wounded, 28 captured; the Americans, 59 killed, 39 wounded, 5 missing.

Page 158. _King David._ See 2 Samuel v, 23, 24.

Page 159. _Yankee Doodle._ Accounts of the origin of "Yankee Doodle" are many and various. The air is very old, and nearly every country in Europe claims it. It probably reached England from Holland, and in the days of Charles I was used for some verses about Lydia Lockett and Kittie Fisher, gay ladies of the town. Afterwards, when Cromwell rode into Oxford on a pony, with his single plume fastened into a sort of knot called a "macaroni," the Cavaliers used the same air for their derisive verses. The story goes that this fact was recalled by Dr. Richard Shuckburg, of the Seventeenth Foot, when the queerly garbed provincial levies presented themselves, in June, 1755, at the camp at Albany, to take part in the campaign against the French. He wrote down the notes of the air and got the regimental band to play it. It was taken up by the Americans and became instantly popular. Verses innumerable have been attached to the air, the best known of which are "The Yankee's Return from Camp" and "The Battle of the Kegs."

Page 160. _Edward Bangs._ This is upon the authority of Dr. Edward Everett Hale, who states that "an autograph note of Judge Dawes, of the Harvard class of 1777, addressed to my father, says that the author of the well-known lines was Edward Bangs, who graduated with him. Mr. Bangs had, as a college boy, joined the Middlesex farmers in the pursuit of April 19, 1775. He was afterward a judge in Worcester County."

Page 160. TOM GAGE'S PROCLAMATION. General Gage's proclamation, issued June 12, 1775, was as follows:--

"Whereas the infatuated multitudes, who have long suffered themselves to be conducted by certain well-known incendiaries and traitors, in a fatal progression of crimes against the constitutional authority of the state, have at length proceeded to avowed rebellion, and the good effects which were expected to arise from the patience and lenity of the king's government have been often frustrated, and are now rendered hopeless by the influence of the same evil counsels, it only remains for those who are entrusted with the supreme rule, as well for the punishment of the guilty as the protection of the well-affected, to prove that they do not bear the sword in vain."

Page 162. THE BALLAD OF BUNKER HILL. An unsigned copy of these verses, apparently an authentic Revolutionary ballad, but really written by Dr. Hale in 1845, was "discovered," about 1858, among some old manuscripts at Millbury, Mass., and reproduced in the "Historical Magazine," iii, 311. Dr. Hale had himself lost all trace of the poem, until he came across it in the first edition of this compilation.

Page 163. GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER-HILL BATTLE. Dr. Holmes himself says:--

"The story of Bunker Hill battle is told as literally in accordance with the best authorities as it would have been if it had been written in prose instead of in verse. I have often been asked what steeple it was from which the little group I speak of looked upon the conflict. To this I answer that I am not prepared to speak authoritatively, but that the reader may take his choice among all the steeples standing at that time in the northern part of the city. Christ Church in Salem Street is the one I always think of, but I do not insist upon its claim. As to the personages who made up the small company that followed the old corporal, it would be hard to identify them, but by ascertaining where the portrait by Copley is now to be found, some light may be thrown on their personality."

It has been pointed out that the belfry could hardly have been that of Christ Church, since tradition has it that General Gage himself watched the battle from that vantage point.

The poem was first published in 1875, in connection with the centenary of the battle which it describes.

Page 167. THE BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL. This "popular" ballad was written and printed as a broadside for the purpose of encouraging recruiting for the English army. There are many versions of it, as well as parodies composed by Yankee sympathizers.

Page 169. _'Twas then he took his gloomy way._ Washington's journey was, as a matter of fact, a kind of triumph.

Page 169. _Lawyer Close._ Washington's aide, Major Lee.

Page 170. _Like Esop's greedy cur._ Fable 118. A dog crossing a rivulet, with a piece of meat in his mouth, saw his own shadow; and believing it to be another dog with a larger piece of meat, snatched at it, with the result that he lost his own piece.

Page 176. EMANCIPATION FROM BRITISH DEPENDENCE. The following explanatory note is from Duyckinck's edition of Freneau:--

"Sir James Wallace, Admiral Graves, and Captain Montague were British naval officers, employed on our coast. The Viper and Rose were vessels in the service. Lord Dunmore, the last Royal governor of Virginia, had recently, in April, 1775, removed the public stores from Williamsburg, and, in conjunction with a party of adherents, supported by the naval force on the station, was making war on the province. William Tryon, the last Royal governor of New York, discerning the signs of the times, took refuge on board the Halifax packet in the harbor, and left the city in the middle of October, 1775."

Page 177. _Rodney_, who was one of the Delaware delegates to the Continental Congress, had obtained leave of absence for a journey through the southern part of the state to prepare the people for a change of government. His colleagues, Thomas McKean and George Read, were divided on the question, and the former, knowing Rodney to be favorable to the declaration, sent him a message urging his return. By great exertion Rodney arrived just in time for the final discussion, and his affirmative vote secured the consent of the Delaware delegation to the declaration, and effected that unanimity among the colonies which was essential to the success of the measure.

Page 180. THE AMERICAN PATRIOT'S PRAYER. This poem was formerly ascribed to Thomas Paine, but recent authority has rejected this on the basis of internal evidence.

Page 183. THE MARYLAND BATTALION. At the opening of the Revolution, the young men of Baltimore organized the "Baltimore Independent Company," and elected Mordecai Gist captain. This was afterwards increased to a battalion, of which Gist was appointed major. The battalion checked the advance of Cornwallis at the battle of Long Island, and saved a portion of Stirling's command from capture. Two hundred and fifty-nine were left dead on the field.

Page 183. _Grant._ The British general who commanded the left wing. He had declared in the House of Commons that the Americans would not fight, and that he could march from one end of the continent to the other with five thousand men.

Page 183. _Stirling._ William Alexander, commonly called Lord Stirling, eldest son of James Alexander Stirling, who had fled to America upon the discovery of the Jacobite conspiracy of 1715.

Page 184. _Knowlton._ Thomas Knowlton, lieutenant-colonel of a regiment of rangers selected from the Connecticut troops. He was killed at the battle of Harlem Heights, as was Major Leitch, who had been sent to his aid.

Page 185. NATHAN HALE. Nathan Hale was a great-grandson of John Hale, first minister of Beverly, Massachusetts. He was born in 1755, and graduated from Yale in 1773. Little is known of his personal history.

Page 188. TRENTON AND PRINCETON. From McCarty's "National Song Book," iii, 88. McCarty says it was written from the dictation of an old lady who had heard it sung during the Revolution.

Page 204. LORD NORTH'S RECANTATION. These verses were written by "a gentleman of Chester," England, and first appeared in the "London Evening Post."

Page 205. GENERAL HOWE'S LETTER. From Upcott, v, 45.

Page 208. BRITISH VALOR DISPLAYED; OR, THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS. This ballad was occasioned by a real incident. Certain machines in the form of kegs, charged with gunpowder, were sent down the river to annoy the British shipping then at Philadelphia. The danger of these machines being discovered, the British manned the wharfs and shipping and discharged their small-arms and cannons at everything they saw floating in the river during the ebb tide.--Author's note.

David Bushnell, inventor of the American torpedo, constructed the machines, which were so arranged as to explode on coming in contact with anything. Hopkinson's verses, which swept from colony to colony, did much to relieve the strain of those early months of 1778, and were perhaps worth as much, in tonic and inspiration, as the winning of a battle would have been.

Page 208. _Sir William._ Sir William Howe, commanding the British army.

Page 208. _Mrs. Loring._ Wife of Joshua Loring, the notorious commissary of prisoners.

Page 208. _Sir Erskine._ Sir William Erskine.

Page 214. _King Hancock at their head._ John Hancock commanded the second line of Massachusetts militia in this movement.

Page 214. _Bold Pigot._ Sir Robert Pigot commanded the British forces in Rhode Island.

Page 216. BETTY ZANE. Elizabeth Zane was about eighteen years of age at the time she performed this exploit, and had just returned to Fort Henry from Philadelphia, where she had completed her education. She lived until 1847.

Page 216. _Betty's brothers._ Ebenezer and Silas.

Page 217. THE WYOMING MASSACRE. This ballad was printed, apparently for the first time, in Charles Miner's "History of Wyoming" (Philadelphia, 1845), where it is stated that it was written shortly after the tragedy by Mr. "Uriah Terry, of Kingston." In McCarty's "National Song Book" (iii, 344) it is said to have been written "by a person then resident near the field of battle."

Page 219. THE CRUISE OF THE FAIR AMERICAN. The war song of the Salem Privateersmen during the Revolution, and preserved in Griswold's manuscript collection of "American Historical Ballads." It was taken down from the mouths of Hawthorne's surviving shipmates early in the last century.

Page 219. _Bold Hawthorne._ Daniel Hawthorne, grandfather of Nathaniel Hawthorne.

Page 223. THE YANKEE MAN-OF-WAR. This, one of the very best of American sea-songs, was first published by Commodore Luce, in his collection of "Naval Songs." He states that it was taken down from the recitation of a sailor. Internal evidence would indicate that it was composed by a member of the Ranger's crew.

Page 224. PAUL JONES--A NEW SONG. This is Number 613, vol. iii, of the Roxburghe collection of broadsides.

Page 224. _As Green, Jemmy Twitcher._ Captain Green was a noted pirate, and Jemmy Twitcher was the name given to the notorious John, Lord Sandwich.

Page 224. _Pierce._ Captain Richard Pearson. He was knighted as a reward for his fight with Jones. The latter remarked, upon hearing of it, "Should I fall in with him again, I'll make a lord of him."

Page 225. _The Alliance bore down and the Richard did rake._ The Alliance was commanded by Pierre Landais, a Frenchman, and his

## actions have never been satisfactorily explained. He had held his

ship aloof at the opening of the battle, disregarding Jones's orders, but came up later only to pour three or four broadsides into the Richard, killing or wounding many of her crew and almost sinking her. She then drew off and awaited the result of the battle.

Page 225. _Full forty guns Serapis bore._ She really carried fifty against the Richard's forty-two. Besides, she was a new frigate, only four months out, while the Richard was old and unseaworthy. The Serapis carried 320 men, the Richard 304.

Page 226. _Bold Pallas soon the Countess took._ The Countess of Scarborough struck to the Pallas after a gallant two hours' battle.

Page 226. _In the Hyder Ali._ Hyder Ali was an Indian prince who defeated the English in 1767 and subsequently caused them so much annoyance that he was very popular with American patriots.

Page 229. _The Hope._ The ship Hope and the brig Constance, which were with the South Carolina, were also taken.

Page 229. _Sir Henry Clinton._ Clinton was left in command of New York city, when Howe started on his expedition for the capture of Philadelphia.

Page 230. _Braving the death that his heart foretold._ Wayne was convinced that he would not survive the attack on Stony Point, but nevertheless led the assault in person. He was struck in the head by a bullet, but insisted on being borne into the fort with his men.

Page 232. THE MODERN JONAS. A pasquinade printed as a broadside and stuck up in New York city. "Old Knyp" was General Knyphausen; "Old Clip," General Robertson; and "Yankee Farms," Connecticut Farms.

Page 233. THE COW-CHACE. The last canto of this poem was published in "Rivington's Royal Gazette" on the day that André was captured. These are the only verses he is known to have published. The original copy is still in existence, and has the following stanza upon it, under André's signature:--

When the epic strain was sung, The poet by the neck was hung, And to his cost he finds too late The dung-born tribe decides his fate.

The poem was afterwards published by Rivington as an 8vo of 69 pages.

"The Cow-Chace," in its early editions, had the following explanatory notes:--

Tanner: General Wayne's _legal_ occupation.

Mumps: A disorder prevalent in the Rebel lines.

Yan Van Poop: Who kept a dram-shop.

Jade: A New England name for a horse, mare, or gelding.

Bodies: A cant appellation given among the soldiery to the corps that have the honor to guard his majesty's person.

Cunningham: Provost-Marshal of New York.

The shot will not go thro':

Five Refugees ('tis true) were found Stiff on the block-house floor, But then 'tis thought the shot went round, And in at the back door.

Frost-bit Alexander: Earl of Stirling.

The frantic priest: Caldwell, a minister at Elizabethtown.

One pretty marquis: Lafayette, a French coxcomb in the rebel service.

Page 237. _John Paulding._ Paulding was born in New York city in 1758 and died in 1818. His capture of André was his one famous exploit. With him at the time were two comrades, named Isaac Van Wart and David Williams. They were given medals by Congress and an annuity of two hundred dollars.

Page 239. _And then, at last, a transatlantic grave._ In 1821 André's remains were removed to England and placed in Westminster Abbey.

Page 240. _Sir Hal._ Sir Henry Clinton.

Page 241. _Congo._ The American Congress.

Page 242. _The reverend Mather._ Moses Mather, D.D.

Page 245. HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM. The banner of Pulaski's legion was embroidered by the Moravian sisters of Bethlehem, who helped to support their house by needlework. It is preserved in the cabinet of the Maryland Historical Society at Baltimore.

Page 245. _Martial cloak and shroud for thee._ The banner was made to be carried on a lance and was only twenty inches square. It could not have been used as a shroud.

Page 246. _Brave Maitland push'd in._ Colonel Maitland brought a large body of British troops from Beaufort to Prevost's aid.

Page 246. _Moncrieffe._ Major Moncrieff was the engineer who planned Savannah's defences.

Page 246. _Who attempted to murder his king._ In 1771 Pulaski attempted to kidnap Stanislaus, King of Poland.

Page 250. _South Mount._ Sumter's home near Camden, South Carolina.

Page 259. _Two birds of his feather._ Howe and Burgoyne.

Page 259. _Poor Charley._ Cornwallis.

Page 260. _A murder'd Hayne._ Isaac Hayne, hanged by the British, August 4, 1781.

Page 262. _And Whitehead._ William Whitehead, poet laureate 1751-1785.

Page 263. _Thus he._ Cincinnatus.

Page 269. _No taxes we'll pay._ Shays and his followers demanded decreased taxes and a paper currency.

Page 269. _Here's a pardon for Wheeler, Shays, Parsons, and Day._ Wheeler, Parsons, and Day were associates of Shays. All of them fled from the state, but were afterwards pardoned.

Page 271. _So they went to Federal Street._ The convention was held in a church on Long Lane, which was afterwards christened Federal Street in honor of the event.

Page 273. THE FIRST AMERICAN CONGRESS. From "The Columbiad."

Page 274. THE VOW OF WASHINGTON. Read in New York, April 30, 1889, at the centennial celebration of Washington's inauguration.

Page 276. ADAMS AND LIBERTY. Mr. Charles Prentiss, in his preface to the collected works of Robert Treat Paine, published at Boston in 1812, gives the following account of the writing of "Adams and Liberty":--

"In June, 1798, at the request of the 'Massachusetts Charitable Fire Society,' Mr. Paine wrote his celebrated political song of 'Adams and Liberty.' It may appear singular that politics should have any connection with an institution of benevolence: but the great object of the anniversary being to obtain charitable donations, the more various and splendid were the attractions, the more crowded the attendance: and of course, the more ample the accumulation for charity.

"There was, probably, never a political song more sung in America than this; and one of more poetical merit was, perhaps, never written: an anecdote deserves notice respecting one of the best stanzas in it. Mr. Paine had written all he intended; and being in the house of Major Russell, editor of the 'Centinel,' showed him the verses. It was highly approved, but pronounced imperfect; as Washington was omitted. The sideboard was replenished, and Paine was about to help himself; when Major Russell familiarly interfered, and insisted, in his humorous manner, that he should not slake his thirst till he had written an additional stanza, in which Washington should be introduced. Paine marched back and forth a few minutes, and suddenly starting, called for a pen. He immediately wrote the following sublime stanza [the one beginning "Should the tempest of war overshadow our land"].

"The sale of this song yielded him a profit of about seven hundred and fifty dollars. It was read by all; and there was scarcely in New England, a singer, that could not sing this song. Nor was its circulation confined to New England: it was sung at theatres, and on public and private occasions, throughout the United States; and republished and applauded in Great Britain."

Page 277. HAIL COLUMBIA. The following letter from Joseph Hopkinson, son of Francis Hopkinson, is quoted by Rev. R. W. Griswold, in his "Poets and Poetry of America":--

"It ["Hail Columbia"] was written in the summer of 1798, when war with France was thought to be inevitable. Congress was then in session in Philadelphia, deliberating upon that important subject, and acts of hostility had actually taken place. The contest between England and France was raging, and the people of the United States were divided into parties for the one side or the other, some thinking that policy and duty required us to espouse the cause of republican France, as she was called; while others were for connecting ourselves with England, under the belief that she was the great preservative power of good principles and safe government. The violation of our rights by both belligerents was forcing us from the just and wise policy of President Washington, which was to do equal justice to both, to take part with neither, but to preserve a strict and honest neutrality between them. The prospect of a rupture with France was exceedingly offensive to the portion of the people who espoused her cause, and the violence of the spirit of party has never risen higher, I think not so high, in our country, as it did at that time, upon that question. The theatre was then open in our city. A young man belonging to it, whose talent was as a singer, was about to take his benefit. I had known him when he was at school. On this acquaintance, he called on me one Saturday afternoon, his benefit being announced for the following Monday. His prospects were very disheartening; but he said that if he could get a patriotic song adapted to the tune of the 'President's March,' he did not doubt of a full house; that the poets of the theatrical corps had been trying to accomplish it, but had not succeeded. I told him I would try what I could do for him. The object of the author was to get up an _American spirit_, which should be independent of and above the interests, passions, and policy of both belligerents: and look and feel exclusively for our own honour and rights. No allusion is made to France or England, or the quarrel between them: or to the question, which was most at fault in their treatment of us: of course the song found favour with both parties, for both were Americans; at least neither could disavow the sentiments and feelings it inculcated."

Page 278. YE SONS OF COLUMBIA: AN ODE. From "Original Poems by Thomas Green Fessenden, Esq., author of Terrible Tractoration, or Caustic's Petition to the Royal College of Physicians, and Democracy Unveiled. Philadelphia: Printed at the Lorenzo Press of E. Bronson. 1806." The following note to this poem appears in the first edition: "The above Ode was written, set to musick, and sung on a publick occasion in Rutland, Vermont, July, 1798. At that time the armament, which afterwards sailed to Egypt, under Buonaparte, lay at Toulon: its destination was not known in America, but many supposed that it was intended to waft the blessings of _French Liberty_ to the United States." Fessenden seems to have been possessed of an acute hatred of the French, due, perhaps, to his residence in England. Three other poems in this little book are devoted to denouncing Napoleon, the Jacobins, and the "sans culotte"--of which latter phrase he was singularly fond.

Page 283. _So the common sailor died._ James did not die. He recovered from his wounds, served through the second war with England and lived till about 1840.

Page 283. SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE. Whittier heard the story of Skipper Ireson in 1828, when he was a student at Haverhill Academy. It was told him by a schoolmate from Marblehead, and he began at once to write the ballad, but it was not published until 1857, when it appeared in the second number of the "Atlantic Monthly."

Mr. Samuel Roads, Jr., in his "History of Marblehead," contended that Ireson was in no way responsible for the abandonment of the disabled ship, and Whittier, in writing to Mr. Roads, says: "I have now no doubt that thy version of Skipper Ireson's ride is the correct one. My verse was founded solely on a fragment of rhyme which I heard from one of my early schoolmates, a native of Marblehead. I supposed the story to which it referred dated back at least a century. I knew nothing of the participants, and the narrative of the ballad was pure fancy. I am glad for the sake of truth and justice that the real facts are given in thy book. I certainly would not knowingly do injustice to any one, dead or living."

The use of dialect in the refrain was suggested by Lowell, the editor of the "Atlantic" at the time.

Page 285. THE TIMES. McCarty's "National Song Book" (Philadelphia, 1861) is a real treasure-house of ballads written during the second war with England. "The Times" is from this source, as are many of the other ballads quoted here.

Page 287. HULL'S SURRENDER. This ballad was copied from a broadside in the possession of the library of Harvard University. It is so tattered that one stanza, the last, is indecipherable and had to be omitted.

Page 289. _Commanded by Dacres the grandee O._ Captain (afterward Rear-Admiral of the Red) James Richard Dacres.

Page 292. _Where Brock, the proud insulter, rides._ Sir Isaac Brock. He had received Hull's surrender less than two months before. He was pierced by three bullets as he led his troops into battle at Queenstown and died where he fell.

Page 298. _Brave Chauncey._ Captain Isaac Chauncey.

Page 302. _We mourn, indeed, a hero lost!_ Captain William Burrows, of the Enterprise, and Captain Blythe, of the Boxer, both fell during the action, and were buried side by side at Portland.

Page 303. _And whether like Yeo, boys, they'd taken affright._ Sir James Lucas Yeo, who had been defeated by Captain Isaac Chauncey and was afterwards blockaded by him in Kingston Harbor.

Page 304. _Thought it best from his well-peppered ship to depart._ The Lawrence was so severely shot up early in the action, that Perry transferred his flag to the Niagara. He afterwards returned to the Lawrence to receive the surrender of the surviving British officers.

Page 306. _And Tecumseh fell prostrate before him._ The honor of having killed Tecumseh was claimed for Colonel Richard Malcolm Johnston, but the claim was never conclusively established.

Page 306. _Walbach._ John Batiste de Barth, Baron de Walbach, a German veteran who had come to America on a visit in 1798. He enlisted in the American army, won steady promotion, and died in 1857 with the rank of brigadier-general.

Page 309. _Four gallant ships._ The Ramillies 74, commanded by Sir Thomas Hardy; the Pactolus 38, the Despatch 22, and a bombship.

Page 313. _Downie._ George Downie, commander of the British fleet. He was killed during the action.

Page 313. _Macomb._ General Alexander Macomb, in command of the American land force. His army, consisting of about fifteen hundred regulars and some detachments of militia, was greatly outnumbered by the British.

Page 315. _To serve me just like Drummond._ Sir Gordon Drummond, who lost a large part of his force by the explosion of a mine, while assaulting Fort Erie.

Page 315. _Old Ross, Cockburn, and Cochrane too._ Robert Ross, selected by Wellington to command the troops sent to this country in 1814. He was killed while leading the advance toward Baltimore, after having sacked Washington. Sir George Cockburn, second in command of the fleet, who had become notorious for his raids along the American coast. Sir Alexander Cochrane, in command of the British fleet on the American station.

Page 315. _General Winder._ General William Henry Winder, in command of the American militia at the battle of Bladensburg.

Page 317. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. The poem was really written at white heat, for Key made his first draft while the fight was actually in progress, and corrected it at Baltimore next day. It was at once struck off as a broadside, and was received with great enthusiasm. The air, from which it is inseparable, was selected almost at random, from a volume of flute music, by an actor named Ferdinand Durang, and was known as "Anacreon in Heaven." Additional stanzas have been written for the poem from time to time, but none of them are in any way notable except those written during the Civil War by Oliver Wendell Holmes:

When our land is illumined with liberty's smile, If a foe from within strike a blow at her glory, Down, down with the traitor who dares to defile The flag of her stars and the page of her story! By the millions unchained Who their birthright have gained We will keep her bright blazon forever unstained; And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave While the land of the free is the home of the brave.

Page 321. _Take our wounded and our dead._ The American loss was two killed and seven wounded, while the British lost 120 killed and 180 wounded.

Page 323. _For I went down with Carroll._ William Carroll, major-general of Tennessee militia.

Page 324. _'Twas Pakenham in person._ Sir Edward Michael Pakenham. He had succeeded Ross in the command of Wellington's veterans, and, like his predecessor, was killed while leading his men against the enemy.

Page 325. _And came, with Gibbs to head it._ Sir Samuel Gibbs, second in command to Pakenham.

Page 325. _It is the Baratarian._ The headquarters of Jean Lafitte, the freebooter, at Barataria, had been broken up only a short time before, and many of his band captured and imprisoned. They were subsequently released, and under three of Lafitte's lieutenants, Dominique, You, and Bluche, hastened to Jackson's aid before New Orleans, where they did good service, especially with the artillery.

Page 325. _Keane was sorely wounded._ Baron John Keane, in command of the third brigade.

Page 327. _Our captain._ Charles Stewart. He held the remarkable record of being seventy-one years in the service, and senior officer for seventeen years. He lived until 1869. His daughter was the mother of Charles Stewart Parnell.

Page 335. _Oyo._ The Indian name for the Ohio.

Page 337. _Blanny._ A popular corruption of Blennerhassett.

Page 337. _Our General brave._ Major-General Buell.

Page 337. _I have the Baron in my head._ The only system of military tactics then in use among the officers in the western country was that of Baron Steuben.

Page 337. _The Deputy._ Governor Return Jonathan Meigs.

Page 338. _'Twas half a kneel of Indian meal._ A kneel is equal to two quarts.

Page 338. _Tyler, they say, lies at Belpré._ Comfort Tyler was one of Burr's chief lieutenants.

Page 338. _The Cor'ner._ Joel Bowen.

Page 338. _Instead of sword, he seized his board._ Buell was a tailor by trade.

Page 343. _Good Junipero._ Father Junipero Serra, the famous head of the missionaries in California.

Page 343. _The Visitador._ José de Galvez, Visitador General of New Spain.

Page 344. _Viscaino._ Sebastian Viscaino, who conducted a Spanish exploring expedition along the California coast in 1602-03.

Page 345. "THE DAYS OF 'FORTY-NINE." Half a century ago, this song was widely popular, and yet to-day it is almost impossible to find an authentic copy. There is a version in Upham's "Notes of a Voyage to California," but it is anything but convincing. The version given here was contributed to "Out West" by Florence Gleason, of Bakersfield, California, and has the ear-marks of authenticity.

Page 351. CONCORD HYMN. The first quatrain of this poem is inscribed on the Battle Monument at Concord. Emerson's grandfather, William Emerson, was minister at Concord in 1775, and from his pulpit strongly advocated resistance to the British. When the day of trial came, he took his place among "the embattled farmers." "Let us stand our ground," he said to the minute-men; "if we die, let us die here." The fight took place near his own house, the home afterwards of Emerson and of Hawthorne, and celebrated by the latter as "The Old Manse."

Page 353. OLD TIPPECANOE. From "The Harrison Log Cabin Song Book," Columbus [Ohio], 1840.

Page 356. _A thousand Mexicans lay dead._ A careful estimate places the Mexican loss at about five hundred. Six of the Texans, including Travis, Bowie, and Crockett, were taken alive, but were immediately put to death by Santa Anna's order.

Page 357. _Save the gasp of a woman._ While every man of the garrison was killed, three women survived, one of whom was Mrs. Almerion Dickinson, wife of a lieutenant belonging to the garrison. Three children also survived.

Page 358. _We slew and slew till the sun set red._ Houston reported the Mexican loss to be 630 killed, 208 wounded, 730 captured. The wounded were, however, counted among the prisoners. The American loss was 2 killed and 23 wounded. Santa Anna himself was captured next day.

Page 362. _Rio Bravo._ Rio Bravo del Norte, "Rapid River of the North," is a Spanish name for the Rio Grande.

Page 366. THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA. A letter-writer from Mexico during the Mexican War, when detailing some of the incidents at the terrible fight of Buena Vista, mentioned that Mexican women were seen hovering near the field of death, for the purpose of giving aid and succor to the wounded. One poor woman was found surrounded by the maimed and suffering of both armies, ministering to the wants of Americans as well as Mexicans with impartial tenderness.--Author's note.

Page 369. _Guvener B._ George Nixon Briggs was the Whig governor of Massachusetts from 1844 to 1851.

Page 369. _John P. Robinson._ John Paul Robinson (1799-1864) was a resident of Lowell, a lawyer of considerable ability and a thorough classical scholar. Late in the gubernatorial contest of 1847 it was rumored that Robinson, heretofore a zealous Whig, and a delegate to the recent Springfield convention, had gone over to the Democratic or, as it was then styled, the "Loco" camp. The editor of the "Boston Palladium" wrote to him to learn the truth, and Robinson replied in an open letter avowing his intention to vote for Cushing.

Page 369. _Gineral C._ General Caleb Cushing.

Page 384. BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. This, perhaps the loftiest strain of American patriotism, was inspired by a visit which Mrs. Howe paid to Washington in December, 1861. She heard the troops singing "John Brown's Body," and, at the suggestion of James Freeman Clarke, determined to write some worthy words to go with that air. The words were written almost at once, and were taken back to Boston by Mrs. Howe. She gave them to James T. Fields, editor of the "Atlantic Monthly," and they were published in the issue of that magazine for February, 1862, being given the entire first page. Mr. Fields furnished the title. Strangely enough, the poem attracted little attention, until a copy of a newspaper containing it was smuggled into Libby Prison. Chaplain Charles C. McCabe read it there, and presently the whole prison was singing it. After his release, Chaplain McCabe continued to call attention to the song, and its merits were soon widely recognized. President Roosevelt has suggested that it deserves to be the national anthem.

Page 386. _Mr. Foote._ Henry S. Foote was Senator from Mississippi from 1847 to 1852. He was a member of the Confederate Congress.

Page 386. _Mangum._ W. P. Mangum (1792-1861) was Senator from North Carolina from 1831 to 1837, and again from 1841 to 1847.

Page 387. _Cass._ Lewis Cass (1782-1866) was Senator from Michigan from 1845 to 1848, and candidate for the presidency on the Democratic ticket in 1848. After his defeat by Taylor he was, in 1849, returned to the Senate to fill out his unexpired term. He was Buchanan's Secretary of State until the famous message of December, 1860, when he resigned.

Page 387. _Davis._ Jefferson Davis, the President of the Confederate States, was a Senator from Mississippi from 1847 to 1850.

Page 387. _Hannegan._ Edward A. Hannegan was Senator from Indiana from 1843 to 1849.

Page 387. _Jarnagin._ Spencer Jarnagin represented the state of Tennessee in the Senate from 1841 to 1847.

Page 387. _Atherton._ Charles G. Atherton (1804-53) was Senator from New Hampshire from 1843 to 1849.

Page 387. _Colquitt._ W. T. Colquitt (1799-1855) was Senator from Georgia from 1843 to 1849.

Page 387. _Johnson._ Reverdy Johnson was Senator from Maryland, 1845-49.

Page 387. _Westcott._ James D. Westcott, Senator from Florida, 1845-49.

Page 387. _Lewis._ Dixon H. Lewis, Senator from Alabama, 1844-48.

Page 388. ICHABOD. This poem was the outcome of the surprise and grief and forecast of evil consequences which I felt on reading the seventh of March speech of Daniel Webster in support, of the "compromise," and the Fugitive Slave Law.... But death softens all resentments, and the consciousness of a common inheritance of frailty and weakness modifies the severity of judgment. Years after, in "The Lost Occasion," I gave utterance to an almost universal regret that the great statesman did not live to see the flag which he loved trampled under the feet of Slavery, and, in view of this desecration, make his last days glorious in defence of "Liberty and Union, one and inseparable."--Author's note.

Page 391. _Beyond the river banks._ The Wakarusa.

Page 391. _Keitt._ Laurence Massillon Keitt, Congressman from South Carolina, 1852-60. Killed at the battle of Cold Harbor, 1862.

Page 391. _The anti-Lecomptonite phalanx._ Lecompton was the capital of the territory of Kansas, and a pro-slavery constitution was framed there at a constitutional convention which lasted from September 5 to November 7, 1857. It was rejected by the people of Kansas early in the following year.

Page 394. _Captain Stephens._ Aaron Dwight Stephens. He was a captain only in the sense that he was to be given that position in the negro army which Brown expected to organize.

Page 395. _With his eighteen other crazy men._ There were either twenty-two or twenty-three men in the party.

Page 395. _So they hurried off to Richmond for the Government Marines._ The marines arrived by train from Washington. Strangely enough, they were under command of Colonel Robert E. Lee and Lieutenant J. E. B. Stuart.

Page 395. _Fired their bullets in his clay._ The bodies of some of the dead were atrociously maltreated.

Page 395. _How they hastened on the trial._ The trial began October 26 and ended November 2. The proceedings, though swift, were not unseemly nor unduly summary, considering the excitement of the Virginians and their fear that a rescue would be attempted from the North.

Page 403. GOD SAVE OUR PRESIDENT. These verses were written in 1857, and the music for them was composed a year later by George Felix Benkert. It was played by the Marine Band at the first inauguration of Lincoln, immediately after the inaugural address.

Page 411. DIXIE. Dan Emmett, the once-famous negro minstrel, was the author of the original "Dixie," which was written in 1859. It is said he got the air from an old plantation melody. It was soon appropriated by the South and became the most popular of all the Southern war songs. The words used, however, were not Emmett's, which were mere doggerel, but General Albert Pike's, as given in the text. Since the war, "Dixie" has grown as popular in the North as in the South. Many verses have been set to the air, but none of them, besides Emmett's and Pike's, has gained any popularity.

Page 411. A CRY TO ARMS. The unusual poetic merit of the Southern poems at the opening of the war is worth remarking. This, as the war progressed, gave place in large part to mere hysteria, while the poetic quality of Northern verse, poor enough at first, grew steadily better. This may perhaps be explained by the fact that the South was the more in earnest when the war began, while the earnestness of the North deepened as it went on.

Page 415. MY MARYLAND. This poem, which divided with "Dixie" popularity among the Southern troops, was written by Mr. Randall immediately upon hearing of the outbreak at Baltimore. The form of the poem was suggested by Mangan's "Karamanian Exile":--

I see thee ever in my dreams, Karaman! Thy hundred hills, thy thousand streams, Karaman, O Karaman!

It was wedded to the old college air "Lauriger Horatius," by Miss Hattie Cary, of Baltimore.

In affecting contrast to the reception given the Sixth Massachusetts in 1861 was that given it in 1898, when it passed through Baltimore on its way to Cuba. The historic regiment was met at the station by the mayor; school children drawn up along the line of march pelted the soldiers with flowers; each soldier was given a little box containing cake, fruit, and a love-letter; and a great motto was strung across the streets reading, "Let the welcome of '98 efface the memory of '61."

Page 424. _To General J. E. Johnston._ General Johnston, who had been stationed at Winchester with the Army of the Shenandoah, marched rapidly to Beauregard's aid, when the latter was attacked at Manassas, and upon his arrival left Beauregard, whom he ranked, in tactical command of the field, and assumed responsibility and general charge of the battle.

Page 435. WANTED--A MAN. This poem is said to have so impressed President Lincoln that he read it to his Cabinet.

Page 444. BARBARA FRIETCHIE. This poem was written in strict conformity to the account of the incident as I had it from respectable and trustworthy sources. It has since been the subject of a good deal of conflicting testimony, and the story was probably incorrect in some of its details. It is admitted by all that Barbara Frietchie was no myth, but a worthy and highly esteemed gentlewoman, intensely loyal and a hater of the Slavery Rebellion, holding her Union flag sacred and keeping it with her Bible; that when the Confederates halted before her house, and entered her dooryard, she denounced them in vigorous language, shook her cane in their faces, and drove them out; and when General Burnside's troops followed close upon Jackson's, she waved her flag and cheered them. It is stated that May Quantrell, a brave and loyal lady in another part of the city, did wave her flag in sight of the Confederates. It is possible that there has been a blending of the two incidents.--Author's note.

Page 449. _'Tis Meagher and his fellows._ Brigadier-General Thomas F. Meagher commanded the second brigade of the first division of the right grand division. It was called the "Irish Brigade," and Meagher himself had organized it. After Chancellorsville, it was so decimated that it was incorporated with other regiments.

Page 449. _The wild day is closed._ Burnside's attempt to carry the heights behind Fredericksburg by storm was perhaps the most insane of the war. In spite of McClellan's lack of promptness, thoroughness, and vigor, and a sort of incapacity of doing anything until an ideal completeness of preparation was reached, he was in many ways the best commander the Army of the Potomac ever had. Pope, Burnside, and Hooker were admittedly his inferiors.

Page 458. THE EAGLE OF CORINTH. The finest thing I ever saw was a live American eagle, carried by the Eighth Wisconsin, in the place of a flag. It would fly off over the enemy during the hottest of the fight, then would return and seat himself upon his pole, clap his pinions, shake his head, and start again. Many and hearty were the cheers that arose from our lines as the old fellow would sail around, first to the right, then to the left, and always return to his post, regardless of the storm of leaden hail that was around him.--Letter from an Illinois Volunteer.

At the close of the war, the eagle was presented to Governor Lewis, of Wisconsin, and provided with a suite of rooms in the State House Park at Madison.

Page 461. READY. The incident described in this poem occurred probably during the first week of April, 1863. Rodman's Point is a strip of land projecting into the Pimlico River just below Washington, North Carolina.

Page 462. _Kady Brownell._ On April 25, 1861, the New York "Herald," in referring to the passage of the second detachment of Rhode Island troops through New York city, said: "The volunteers bring along with them two very prepossessing young women, named Martha Francis and Katey Brownell, both of Providence, who propose to act as 'daughters of the regiment,' after the French plan."

Page 467. THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR. The contract for the construction of the Monitor was given to John Ericsson, of New York, on October 4, 1861. It was to be an iron-plated raft, 172 feet over all, 41-1/2 feet beam, and 11-1/8 feet depth of hold, carrying a revolving iron turret containing two 11-inch Dahlgren guns. The ironclad was launched January 30, 1862, an extraordinary feat in naval construction, and was handed over to the government February 19, its cost being $275,000. At eleven o'clock on the morning of March 6, the queer craft started for Hampton Roads, to meet the Merrimac, word of whose completion had reached the United States government. That the vessel did not founder on the voyage was little less than a miracle, but at nine o'clock on the evening of March 8, the Monitor reached Fort Monroe, her progress up the bay being lighted by the burning frigate Congress.

Page 468. _Bold Worden._ The Monitor was commanded by Lieutenant John Lorimer Worden, while the Merrimac was in charge of Lieutenant Catesby Jones, his superior. Captain Franklin Buchanan, having been wounded by a rifle bullet the day before. Worden was injured during the action by a shell exploding against the sight-hole of the pilot house, and was succeeded by Lieutenant Samuel Dana Greene.

Page 468. THE RIVER FIGHT. The fleet which Farragut took upon this desperate venture consisted of nine gunboats and eight sloops of war. The defences of New Orleans were of the most formidable kind, the river being guarded by Forts Jackson and St. Philip, mounting 116 guns, and by a strong fleet of gunboats and ironclads, under command of Commodore J. K. Mitchell. The river was also barred by a great raft thrown across it under the guns of the forts, and a large number of long flatboats, filled with pine knots, were held in readiness by the Confederates to be fired and sent down the swift current into the midst of the Union fleet. In spite of all this, after the terrific fight was over, it was found that the Union loss was only thirty-seven killed and one hundred and forty-seven wounded. The Confederate loss was never accurately determined.

Admiral Farragut was so impressed with Brownell's poem that he sought out the author and a warm friendship followed. When Mobile was captured, Brownell was a guest of the Admiral on board his flagship, the Hartford, and the result was another spirited poem, "The Bay Fight," which appears elsewhere in this collection.

Page 471. _Our fair Church pennant waves._ The church pennant is made of white bunting on which is sewn a cross of blue.

Page 478. _Beside me gloomed the prison-cell._ The reference is to Dr. Reuben Crandall, of Washington, who, in 1834, was arrested and confined in the old city prison until his health was destroyed, his offence having been in lending to a brother physician a copy of Whittier's pamphlet, "Justice and Expediency."

Page 483. STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY. "These verses," according to William Gilmore Simms, "were found, stained with blood, in the breast of a dead soldier of the old Stonewall Brigade, after one of Jackson's battles in the Shenandoah Valley." Though widely copied, their authorship remained unknown for nearly a quarter of a century.

Page 493. _John Burns._ John Burns was seventy years of age in 1863. He had been among the first to volunteer for the War of 1812, and was present at the battles of Plattsburg, Queenstown, and Lundy's Lane. He served through the war with Mexico, and volunteered promptly for the Civil War, was rejected because of his age, served for a time as a teamster, but was finally sent home to Gettysburg, where his townsmen made him constable to keep him busy and contented. When, in June, 1863, the Confederates occupied the town, Burns had to be locked up for asserting his civil authority in opposition to that of the Confederate provost guard. As soon as the Confederates left the town, Burns busied himself arresting Confederate stragglers. When the preliminary skirmishing at Gettysburg began, Burns borrowed a rifle and ammunition from a wounded Union soldier, went to the front, and offered his services as volunteer. The colonel of the Seventh Wisconsin loaned him a long-range rifle, which he used with deadly effect all day, but he was badly wounded when the Union troops were forced back, was captured by the Confederates, and narrowly escaped being hanged as an un-uniformed combatant. He lived in his little home on the battlefield until 1872, and was visited by thousands and thousands of pilgrims to the scene of the great struggle.

Page 500. THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. The popularity of the songs sung by the armies of both North and South seems to have been in direct ratio to their maudlin sentimentality. Most popular of all was the song known as "When this Cruel War is Over." It was heard in every camp, north and south, many times a day, the Southern soldiers inserting "gray" for "blue" in the sixth line of the first stanza with a cheerful disregard of the rhyme. It was sung in public gatherings, in the home--in fact, it is doubtful if any other song was ever upon so many American tongues. This wide appeal gives it, in a way, a historic interest, which warrants its inclusion here.

WHEN THIS CRUEL WAR IS OVER

Dearest love, do you remember When we last did meet, How you told me that you loved me, Kneeling at my feet? Oh, how proud you stood before me, In your suit of blue, When you vowed to me and country Ever to be true.

_Chorus_--Weeping, sad and lonely, Hopes and fears how vain; Yet praying when this cruel war is over, Praying that we meet again.

When the summer breeze is sighing Mournfully along, Or when autumn leaves are falling, Sadly breathes the song. Oft in dreams I see thee lying On the battle plain, Lonely, wounded, even dying, Calling, but in vain.

If, amid the din of battle, Nobly you should fall, Far away from those who love you, None to hear you call, Who would whisper words of comfort? Who would soothe your pain? Ah, the many cruel fancies Ever in my brain!

But our country called you, darling, Angels cheer your way! When our nation's sons are fighting, We can only pray. Nobly strike for God and country, Let all nations see How we love the starry banner, Emblem of the free.

CHARLES CARROLL SAWYER.

Page 506. _Out on a crag walked something._ The flag was unfurled from Pulpit Rock, on the extreme point of the mountain overlooking Chattanooga. It was from that "pulpit" that Jefferson Davis, three days before, had addressed his troops, assuring them that all was well with the Confederacy.

Page 506. THE BATTLE IN THE CLOUDS. "The day had been one of dense mists and rains, and much of General Hooker's battle was fought above the clouds, on the top of Lookout Mountain."--General Meigs's Report.

Page 508. _And the one white Fang underneath._ Robert Gould Shaw was only twenty-five years of age when he was killed at the head of his regiment at Fort Wagner. He had enlisted as a private at the outbreak of the war, and soon rose to a captaincy. He was appointed colonel of the Fifty-Fourth Massachusetts, the first regiment of colored troops from a free state, April 17, 1863, and went to his death with them three months later. See also "Ode on the Unveiling of the Shaw Memorial," page 603, and "An Ode in Time of Hesitation," page 646.

Page 510. LOGAN AT PEACH TREE CREEK. Mr. Garland is mistaken in stating that McPherson was killed at the battle of Peachtree Creek, which was fought on July 20, 1864. He was killed two days later, at what is known as the battle of Atlanta. While hastening to join his troops, who had just been attacked by the Confederates, he ran full into the enemy's skirmish line and was shot while trying to escape. Sherman at once ordered General John A. Logan to assume command of the Army of the Tennessee, and it was largely due to General Logan's skill and determination that the Union army was saved from serious disaster in the desperate battle which followed.

Page 512. SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA. General Sherman, in his Memoirs, says that on the afternoon of February 17, 1865, while overhauling his pockets, according to his custom, to read more carefully the various notes and memoranda received during the day, he found a paper which had been given him by a Union prisoner who had escaped from Columbia. It proved to be "Sherman's March to the Sea," composed by Adjutant S. H. M. Byers, of the Fifth Iowa Infantry, while a prisoner at Columbia. General Sherman was so impressed by the verses that he immediately sent for their author and attached him to his staff.

Page 513. MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. General Sherman makes no reference in his Memoirs to these verses and would have been glad to replace them with Adjutant Byers's song. They were, however, widely popular and, indeed, still hold an honored place at every reunion of Civil War veterans.

Page 517. _O noble son of noble sire._ Ulric Dahlgren was the son of John Adolph Dahlgren, perhaps the greatest chief of ordnance the Navy Department has ever had. Ulric was only twenty-two years of age at the time of his death. He had lost a leg at Gettysburg the year before, but had returned to active service upon his recovery although compelled to walk on crutches. He had planned the expedition in which he lost his life.

Page 519. _When Stuart to the grave we bore._ The loss of Stuart was one of the most serious the Confederacy had sustained since the death of Stonewall Jackson. He was, in many respects, the most brilliant cavalry leader developed on either side during the war, though it was alleged that his unauthorized absence from the field of Gettysburg contributed greatly to the defeat of Lee's army.

Page 522. THE YEAR OF JUBILEE. A remarkable evidence of the elasticity of spirit shown by the losers in the great struggle is the fact that this song, which one would suppose would be particularly offensive to them, became even more popular in the South than in the North.

Page 524. THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX. Lee's army, at the time of the surrender, consisted of about twenty-eight thousand men, nearly half of whom were without arms. His army had had little to eat for several days except parched corn, and was upon the verge of starvation. Immediately after the surrender, Grant sent twenty-five thousand rations into the Confederate lines.

Page 524. LEE'S PAROLE. Grant's behavior was marked throughout with the greatest delicacy. He did not ask Lee's sword, promptly stopped salutes which were started after the surrender, did not require the Confederates to march out and stack arms, and did not enter their lines. The terms of surrender were so liberal that many partisans at the North took violent exception to them.

Page 525. _The Cherbourg cliffs were all alive._ A great throng had gathered to witness the fight, which had been advertised as a sort of gala event, excursions even being run from Paris. The sympathies of the crowd were all with the Alabama.

Page 525. _When, lo! roared a broadside._ The firing of the Kearsarge was a magnificent exhibition of gunnery. She fired 173 missiles, nearly all of which took effect. The Alabama fired 370, of which only 28 struck. The Kearsarge's 11-inch shells were aimed a little below the water line, with such deadly effect that the Alabama sank in a little more than an hour after going into action.

Page 526. KEARSARGE. On Sunday morning, June 19, 1864, the noise of the cannons during the fight between the Kearsarge and the Alabama was heard in English churches near the Channel.--Author's note.

Page 527. _Though unequal in strength._ The Kearsarge had a displacement of 1031 tons, carried a crew of 163, and mounted seven guns, throwing 366 pounds. The Alabama was of 1016 tons displacement, carried a crew of 149 and eight guns, throwing 328 pounds. The ships were remarkably well matched.

Page 527. _Shall shine in tradition the valor of Semmes._ A bitter controversy followed the fight as to whether the Alabama actually surrendered. The preponderance of evidence shows that her colors were hauled down and a white flag displayed a few minutes before she sank. The British steam yacht Deerhound picked up forty-two men, including Semmes and fourteen officers, and made off with them to Southampton. The British Government afterwards refused to surrender these men. It is consoling to reflect that England's aid to Confederate privateers cost her, in the end, over fifteen million dollars.

Page 527. CRAVEN. Craven has been called the Sidney of the American navy. His pilot's name was John Collins, and as the Tecumseh was going down, he and Craven met at the foot of the ladder leading to the top of the turret. Craven stepped back, saying, "After you, Pilot." As the pilot reached the top round of the ladder, the vessel seemed "to drop from under him," and no one followed. A buoy marks the spot.

Page 528. _Sidney._ Sir Philip Sidney, who is said to have refused a cup of water while lying mortally wounded on the battlefield of Zutphen, in order to give it to a wounded soldier.

Page 528. _Nelson._ Admiral Horatio Nelson. The reference is to the Battle of the Nile, where Nelson was severely wounded.

Page 528. _Lucas._ A young English captain, who was imprisoned by Hyder Ali in 1780. To relieve a wounded comrade, Captain Baird, he assumed two sets of chains.

Page 528. _Outram._ Sir James Outram, who, in admiration for the brilliant deeds of his subordinate, General Havelock, conceded him the glory of relieving Lucknow, in 1857, waiving his own rank and tendering his services as a volunteer.

Page 530. THE BAY FIGHT. Farragut took only a short vacation after his triumphant "River Fight," and began at once to prepare for another desperate encounter. The defences of Mobile were among the strongest in the South. Three forts, mounting seventy-one guns, guarded the channel, which was further defended by a double row of torpedoes, one hundred and eighty in number. Besides this, there was in the bay itself a Confederate fleet of four vessels, one of which was the great ram Tennessee.

Farragut's fleet was the most formidable collection of war vessels that had ever been assembled under command of one man. It surpassed in power for destruction the combined English, French, and Spanish fleets at Trafalgar. Yet, in spite of the desperate nature of the struggle which followed, the loss was less than in many a skirmish on land, that in the Union fleet being 52 killed and 170 wounded, besides 93 drowned in the Tecumseh, while the Confederate loss was only 12 killed and 20 wounded.

Page 535. "ALBEMARLE" CUSHING. Lieutenant Cushing was only twenty-one years of age at the time he sunk the Albemarle, one of the most brilliant and gallant exploits of the war. The deed was rendered extremely difficult by the fact that the Albemarle had been surrounded by a cordon of timber, and Cushing actually drove his launch at full speed over this in order to reach the Albemarle's side. He received the thanks of Congress and was made lieutenant-commander as a reward for his heroism.

Page 539. PARDON. John Wilkes Booth was a son of Junius Brutus Booth and was twenty-six years old at the time of the assassination. His success as an actor had never been notable. There is some dispute as to whether he was hit by the bullet which Boston Corbett fired at him, or whether he shot himself. At any rate, he was brought out of the barn in which he had been cornered with a bullet in the base of his brain, and with his body paralyzed. He died the following morning. Eight accomplices were arrested, tried by a military commission, and found guilty. Four, one a woman, were hanged, and the others, with one exception, sentenced to hard labor for life.

Page 542. _Treason is not dead._ The charge and specification on which the conspirators were arraigned declared that they were "incited and encouraged" to the crime by Jefferson Davis, and a reward of one hundred thousand dollars was offered for his arrest. There was at no time any trustworthy evidence implicating Davis.

Page 559. _Pillow's ghastly stain._ Fort Pillow, situated on the Mississippi River about forty miles above Memphis, was captured, April 12, 1864, by a large Confederate force under General N. B. Forrest. The garrison consisted of 295 white and 262 colored troops, of whom 221 were killed and 130 wounded. Most of the killed and wounded were negroes, many of whom were shot down after the fort had been captured. There is no evidence, however, that the massacre, if it can be called such, was premeditated, and General Forrest seems to have stopped it as promptly as he could.

Page 559. "MR. JOHNSON'S POLICY OF RECONSTRUCTION." The "policy" consisted of two papers, one a proclamation of amnesty granting a pardon for treason to all, with some exceptions, who should take an oath to support the Constitution and the Union and to obey all laws and proclamations which had been made with reference to the emancipation of the slaves; the second an executive order intrusting the state governments to the people who had taken this oath. That the plan did not succeed was due in no small part to the folly of the newly constituted legislatures in immediately proceeding to pass various restrictive laws aimed at the negro, the effect of which would be to deprive him, in large part, of his newly acquired freedom.

Page 560. _Crippled and halting from his birth._ Stevens had a club foot, and was compelled to use a cane in walking.

Page 563. THE BLUE AND THE GRAY. The poem grew out of an item which appeared in the New York "Tribune," in 1867: "The women of Columbus, Mississippi, animated by nobler sentiments than many of their sisters, have shown themselves impartial in their offerings made to the memory of the dead. They strewed flowers alike on the graves of the Confederate and of the National soldiers." The poem, prefaced by this item, was first published in the "Atlantic Monthly" for September, 1867, and at once attracted wide attention.

Page 565. HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE. Mr. Field had been working at this project since 1854. In 1858 he had succeeded in laying a cable across the ocean, and it was in operation from August 17 to September 4, when the signals became unintelligible and finally ceased altogether. The story of his perseverance and final success is an inspiring one.

Page 565. _O lonely bay of Trinity._ The American end of the cable was landed at Trinity Bay, Newfoundland.

Page 568. _Small need to open the Washington main._ Gould had persuaded President Grant that a rise in gold while the crops were moving would advantage the country, and early in September the treasury department was instructed to sell only gold sufficient to buy bonds for the sinking fund. Gould saw that the "Washington main" could not be kept closed indefinitely, however, and unloaded secretly, leaving his partner, "Jim" Fisk, to look out for himself. Fisk's broker, Speyers, continued to run up the price of gold, until his bid reached 163-1/2, when the market broke, the price falling almost instantly to 133. Fisk saved himself by coolly repudiating his contracts.

Page 580. DOWN THE LITTLE BIG HORN. Custer, who was thirty-seven years old at the time of his death, had served with great distinction through the Civil War. He was bitterly censured for accepting battle upon the Little Big Horn, and accused of disobedience of orders, but no basis for this accusation was ever clearly shown.

Page 580. _Just from the canyon emerging._ Custer and the five companies with him advanced without hesitation into the jaws of death, for they were outnumbered twelve to one. They dismounted and planted themselves on two little hills a short distance apart. The Indians stampeded their horses, waited till their ammunition was exhausted, and then overwhelmed them.

Page 580. _Sitting Bull._ Sitting Bull, who commanded the Indians, was a Sioux chief and was born about 1837. He was killed during the Sioux outbreak of December, 1890.

Page 583. _In ambush the Sitting Bull._ There was no ambush. The battle was fought in the open, from high ground. Custer's surprise lay not in finding the Indians before him, but in finding them so fatally numerous.

Page 584. _The brave heart._ Two days after the battle, a detachment of cavalry discovered the bodies of Custer and his five companies. Custer alone had not been mutilated. He had been shot in the left temple, and lay as though peacefully sleeping.

Page 593. THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE. The bridge had been begun January 3, 1870, and was not wholly completed at the time of its opening in 1883. Its cost was about twenty million dollars.

Page 615. _Bocagrande._ The main channel into Manila Bay south of Corregidor Island. It means, literally, "large mouth."

Page 616. _Montojo._ Admiral Patricio Montojo y Pasarou, commander of the Spanish naval forces in the Philippines.

Page 616. _Gridley._ Charles Vernon Gridley (1845-1898), captain of Admiral Dewey's flagship, the Olympia.

Page 626. EIGHT VOLUNTEERS. Besides Hobson, the volunteers were Osborn Deignan, a coxswain of the Merrimac; George F. Phillips, a machinist of the Merrimac; John Kelly, a water-tender of the Merrimac; George Charette, a gunner's mate of the New York; Daniel Montagu, a seaman of the Brooklyn; J. C. Murphy, a coxswain of the Iowa; and Randolph Clausen, a coxswain of the New York.

Page 628. _Once more the Flower of Essex._ See "The Lamentable Ballad of the Bloody Brook," page 82.

Page 631. WHEELER AT SANTIAGO. "Fighting Joe" Wheeler was one of the most active and successful cavalry leaders of the Confederacy. The death of General J. E. B. Stuart, in 1864, made him senior cavalry general of the Confederate armies. He served in Congress after the war, and volunteered for active service on the outbreak of the war with Spain. He was given command of a cavalry brigade, and his presence before Santiago was of inestimable value.

Page 633. _Near Nimanima's greening hill._ The cove, six and a half miles from the entrance to Santiago harbor, where the Infanta Maria Teresa was beached. Juan Gonzales is seven miles and Aserradero fifteen miles from Santiago.

Page 633. _The Cape o' the Cross._ Cape Cruz, at the southwestern extremity of Cuba.

Page 641. _Who on the third most famous of our Fourths._ July 4, 1776, the Declaration of Independence adopted. July 4, 1863, announcement of the victory at Gettysburg. July 4, 1898, announcement of the victory at Santiago.

Page 645. AGUINALDO. Emilio Aguinaldo was born in 1870, of Chinese and Tagalog parentage. He received a good education, became interested in military affairs, and was one of the leaders of the outbreak against Spanish authority in 1896. At the beginning of the Spanish-American war, Admiral Dewey sent for Aguinaldo, who arrived at Cavité a few days after the destruction of the Spanish fleet. He at once began the organization of the Filipino troops, and soon afterwards proclaimed himself dictator of the so-called Filipino Republic. He stoutly resisted the American occupation which followed the peace, but was captured in 1901, and finally took the oath of allegiance to the United States.

Page 645. _Strike at his mother and his child._ Aguinaldo's family was captured by the United States troops and held prisoners until his submission.

Page 645. _When they read the sneering comments._ The fact that no prisoners were taken at the fight at Dajo, and that many women and children were among the killed, caused much bitter comment. The poem gives the army's side of the controversy.

Page 646. _Before the living bronze Saint-Gaudens made._ See "Bury Them," page 508, and "An Ode on the Unveiling of the Shaw Memorial," page 603.

Page 650. _The assassin's shot._ The assassin was a young Pole named Leon Czolgosz, who proclaimed himself an anarchist. He was tried speedily, sentenced to electrocution, and executed October 28.

Page 651. "_Silent upon a peak in Darien._" From Keats's sonnet, "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer."

INDEX OF AUTHORS

Aldrich, Thomas Bailey [1836-1907]: Fredericksburg, 449; By the Potomac, 449; The Bells at Midnight, 588; An Ode on the Unveiling of the Shaw Memorial, 603; Unguarded Gates, 659.

Alexander, S. J.: To San Francisco, 657.

Alston, Joseph Blynth: "Stack Arms," 545.

André, John [1751-1780]: The Cow-Chace, 233.

Andrews, Charlton: Our Modest Doughboys, 671.

Andrews, Mary Raymond Shipman: A Call to Arms, 668.

Arnold, Edwin [1832-1904]: Darien, 651.

Austin, Alfred [1835-1913]: Britannia to Columbia, 654.

Babcock, William Henry [1849- ]: Bennington, 196.

Bailey, Lansing C.: Eight Volunteers, 626.

Ballard, C. R.: The Pacific Railway, 579.

Bangs, Edward [fl. 1775]: The Yankee's Return from Camp, 159.

Banker, William, Jr.: The Battle of Queenstown, 292.

Barlow, Joel [1754-1812]: The First American Congress, 273; On the Discoveries of Captain Lewis, 341.

Bates, Charlotte Fiske. See Rogé.

Beers, Mrs. Ethelinda [1827-1879]: The Picket-Guard, 433.

Bell, Maurice: The Alabama, 527.

Bell, Walker Meriwether: Jefferson Davis, 545.

Benjamin, Park [1809-1864]: To Arms, 363.

Benton, Joel [1832- ]: Grover Cleveland, 658.

Block, Louis James [1851- ]: The Final Struggle, 11.

Boker, George Henry [1823-1890]: Upon the Hill before Centreville, 420; Dirge for a Soldier, 442; The Crossing at Fredericksburg, 446; Zagonyi, 453; On Board the Cumberland, 464; The Cruise of the Monitor, 467; The Ballad of New Orleans, 472; The Varuna, 474; Hooker's Across, 483; Before Vicksburg, 499; The Black Regiment, 500; The Battle of Lookout Mountain, 505.

Botwood, Edward [c 1730-1759]: Hot Stuff, 121.

Bouvé, Thomas Tracy [1875- ]: The Shannon and the Chesapeake, 300.

Bowen, John Eliot [1858-1890]: The Man who rode to Conemaugh, 599.

Boyle, Mrs. Virginia Fraser: Tennessee, 603.

Bradford, William [c 1590-1657]: New England's Growth, 69.

Brainard, John Gardiner Calkins [1796-1828]: On the Death of Commodore Oliver H. Perry, 347.

Bridges, Robert [1844- ]: To the United States of America, 666.

Bridges, Robert [1858- ]: A Toast to Our Native Land, 649.

Brooks, Charles Timothy [1813-1883]: A Plea for Flood Ireson, 284.

Brooks, Francis [1867-1898]: Down the Little Big Horn, 580.

Brown, Irene Fowler: The Rear Guard, 562.

Brownell, Henry Howard [1820-1872]: The Battle of Charlestown, 395; The Old Cove, 401; Sumter, 408; The Eagle of Corinth, 458; The River Fight, 468; Bury Them, 508; The Bay Fight, 530.

Bruce, Wallace [1844- ]: Parson Allen's Ride, 194.

Bruns, John Dickson: The Foe at the Gates, 516.

Bryant, William Cullen [1794-1878]: The Green Mountain Boys, 157; Seventy-Six, 191; Song of Marion's Men, 248; "Oh Mother of a Mighty Race," 268; Our Country's Call, 410; Abraham Lincoln, 540; Centennial Hymn, 574.

Burnet, Dana [1888- ]: Marching Song, 671.

Burr, Amelia Josephine [1878- ]: Pershing at the Tomb of Lafayette, 667.

Burroughs, Alethea S.: Savannah, 514.

Burton, Richard [1859- ]: The Old Santa Fé Trail, 346.

Butterworth, Hezekiah [1837-1905]: The Thanksgiving for America, 15; The Legend of Waukulla, 19; The Fountain of Youth, 21; Verazzano, 25; Ortiz, 26; Five Kernels of Corn, 62; The Thanksgiving in Boston Harbor, 67; Roger Williams, 72; Whitman's Ride for Oregon, 342; The Death of Jefferson, 349; Garfield's Ride at Chickamauga, 503; The Church of the Revolution, 570.

Byers, Samuel Hawkins Marshall [1838- ]: With Corse at Allatoona, 511; Sherman's March to the Sea, 512.

Bynner, Witter [1881- ]: Republic to Republic, 666.

Byron, George Gordon Noel [1788-1824]: Washington, 276.

Calvert, George Henry [1803-1889]: Bunker Hill, 162.

Campbell, William W. [1806-1881]: With Cortez in Mexico, 24.

Carleton, William [1845-1912]: The Prize of the Margaretta, 155; Across the Delaware, 188; The Little Black-Eyed Rebel, 209; Cuba to Columbia, 608; The Victory-Wreck, 627.

Carryl, Guy Wetmore [1873-1904]: When the Great Gray Ships come in, 640.

Cary, Phoebe [1824-1871]: Ready, 461; Peace, 548; Thaddeus Stevens, 560.

Cawein, Madison [1865-1914]: Mosby at Hamilton, 482; Ku-Klux, 562; "Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin," 620.

Chadwick, John White [1840-1904]: Mugford's Victory, 174; Full Cycle, 640.

Chambers, Robert William [1865- ]: The "Grey Horse Troop," 585.

Cheney, John Vance [1848-1922]: San Francisco, 657.

Clarke, Ednah Proctor. See Hayes.

Clarke, Joseph Ignatius Constantine [1846- ]: The Fighting Race, 611.

Cloud, Virginia Woodward [187 - ]: The Ballad of Sweet P, 186.

Coates, Mrs. Florence Earle [1850- ]: By the Conemaugh, 599; Buffalo, 649.

Conkling, Grace Hazard [1878- ]: Victory Bells, 673.

Cooke, Edmund Vance [1866- ]: "Off Manilly," 618.

Cooke, Mrs. Rose Terry [1827-1892]: The Death of Goody Nurse, 90.

Cornwall, H. S.: Jefferson D., 401.

Cornwallis, Kinahan [1835- ]: The Battle of Murfreesboro, 459.

Cox, Eleanor Rogers [ - ]: The Return, 676.

Coxe, Arthur Cleveland [1818-1896]: America, 2.

Cranch, Christopher Pearse [1813-1892]: After the Centennial, 578.

Crawford, Francis Marion [1854-1909]: New National Hymn, 596.

Crosby, Ernest Howard [1856-1906]: "Rebels," 643.

Cullen, Cornelius C.: Battle of Somerset, 454.

Dandridge, Mrs. Danske [1864- ]: On the Eve of War, 612.

De Kay, Charles [1848- ]: The Draft Riot, 496.

Dobson, Austin [1840-1921]: "When there is Peace," 678.

Dorr, Henry R.: Comrades, 629.

Drake, Joseph Rodman [1795-1820]: The American Flag, 192; To the Defenders of New Orleans, 326.

Drayton, Michael [1563-1631]: To the Virginian Voyage, 42.

Duer, Caroline King [1865- ]: An International Episode, 598.

Duganne, Augustine Joseph Hickey [1823-1884]: Bethel, 417.

Dwight, Timothy [1752-1817]: The Assault on the Fortress, 70; Columbia, 180; To the Federal Convention, 270.

Eastman, Barrett [1869- ]: How we burned the Philadelphia, 281.

Eastman, Sophie E.: A Spool of Thread, 402.

Elam, William C.: The Mecklenburg Declaration, 156.

Ellsworth, Erastus Wolcott [1822- ]: The Mayflower, 59.

Emerson, Ralph Waldo [1803-1882]: Concord Hymn, 351; Boston Hymn, 478.

English, Thomas Dunn [1819-1902]: The Fall of Maubila, 27; The Burning of Jamestown, 44; The Sack of Deerfield, 102; Assunpink and Princeton, 188; Arnold at Stillwater, 200; The Battle of Monmouth, 211; Betty Zane, 216; The Battle of the Cowpens, 252; The Battle of New Orleans, 323; Battle of the King's Mill, 370; The Charge by the Ford, 438.

Farrar, John Chipman [ - ]: Brest Left Behind, 674.

Fessenden, Thomas Green [1771-1837]: Ye Sons of Columbia, 278.

Fields, Mrs. Annie Adams [1834- ]: Cedar Mountain, 441.

Finch, Francis Miles [1827-1907]: Nathan Hale, 186; The Blue and the Gray, 563.

Flash, Henry Lynden [1835- ]: Zollicoffer, 454; Stonewall Jackson, 486; The Gallant Fifty-One, 606.

Foster, Jeanne Robert: The "William P. Frye," 662.

Franklin, Benjamin [1706-1790]: The Downfall of Piracy, 48; The Mother Country, 142.

Freneau, Philip [1752-1832]: Columbus to Ferdinand, 9; Columbus in Chains, 17; Emancipation from British Dependence, 176; On the Death of Captain Nicholas Biddle, 220; The Bonhomme Richard and Serapis, 225; Barney's Invitation, 226; Song on Captain Barney's Victory, 227; Sir Henry Clinton's Invitation to the Refugees, 229; The Royal Adventurer, 241; Eutaw Springs, 255; An Ancient Prophecy, 258; On the Departure of the British from Charleston, 260; On the British King's Speech, 261; Occasioned by General Washington's Arrival in Philadelphia, on his Way to his Residence in Virginia, 263; On the Death of Benjamin Franklin, 275; On the Capture of the Guerrière, 290; The Battle of Stonington, 309; On the British Invasion, 312; The Battle of Lake Champlain, 312; On the Emigration to America, 331.

Frost, Thomas: The Death of Colman, 50; The Guns in the Grass, 361.

Gallagher, William Davis [1808-1894]: The Mothers of the West, 330.

Garland, Hamlin [1860- ]: Logan at Peach Tree Creek, 510.

Gibbons, James Sloan [1810-1892]: Three Hundred Thousand More, 440.

Gilder, Joseph B. [1858- ]: The Parting of the Ways, 609.

Gilder, Richard Watson [1844-1909]: At the President's Grave, 590; Charleston, 594; "The White City," 602; The Comfort of the Trees, 650.

Gilmore, Patrick Sarsfield [1829-1892]: When Johnny comes marching Home, 549.

Glaenzer, Richard Butler [ - ]: A Ballad of Redhead's Day, 672.

Gordon, James Lindsay: Wheeler at Santiago, 631.

Greenwood, Grace. See Lippincott, Mrs. Sara Jane.

Guiney, Louise Imogen [1861-1920]: John Brown, 397.

Guiterman, Arthur: Quivíra, 31; Haarlem Heights, 183; The Storming of Stony Point, 230; The Call to the Colors, 627; The Rush of the Oregon, 637.

Hale, Arthur: The Yankee Privateer, 221; Manila Bay, 618.

Hale, Edward Everett [1822-1909]: Columbus, 18; From Potomac to Merrimac, 49; Adrian Block's Song, 51; Anne Hutchinson's Exile, 73; The Lamentable Ballad of the Bloody Brook, 82; New England's Chevy Chase, 148; The Ballad of Bunker Hill, 162; The Marching Song of Stark's Men, 193; Put it Through, 509.

Hall, Charles Sprague: Glory Hallelujah, 397.

Hall, Sharlot M.: Arizona, 655.

Halleck, Fitz-Greene [1790-1867]: On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake, 348.

Halpine, Charles Graham [1820-1868]: Baron Renfrew's Ball, 382; Lecompton's Black Brigade, 398; The Song of Sherman's Army, 513; "Mr. Johnson's Policy of Reconstruction," 559.

Harte, Francis Bret [1839-1902]: Caldwell of Springfield, 232; The Reveille, 442; John Burns of Gettysburg, 493; A Second Review of the Grand Army, 548; An Arctic Vision, 566; Chicago, 569.

Hay, John [1838-1905]: Miles Keogh's Horse, 584.

Hayes, Ednah Proctor Clarke [187 - ]: A Salem Witch, 91.

Hayne, Paul Hamilton [1830-1886]: Macdonald's Raid, 248; Beyond the Potomac, 443; Butler's Proclamation, 476; Vicksburg, 499; The Battle of Charleston Harbor, 507; Charleston, 515; South Carolina to the States of the North, 561; The Stricken South to the North, 564; Yorktown Centennial Lyric, 592.

Hayne, William Hamilton [1856- ]: The Charge at Santiago, 630.

Hazard, Caroline [1856- ]: The Great Swamp Fight, 83.

Helmer, Charles D.: The Battle of Oriskany, 198.

Hemans, Mrs. Felicia Dorothea [1793-1835]: Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers, 57.

Henderson, Daniel [1880- ]: The Road to France, 667.

Henley, William Ernest [1849-1903]: Romance, 516.

Hoffman, Charles Fenno [1806-1884]: Rio Bravo, 362; Monterey, 363.

Holmes, Oliver Wendell [1809-1894]: A Ballad of the Boston Tea-Party, 136; Lexington, 147; Grandmother's Story of Bunker-Hill Battle, 163; Old Ironsides, 351; Daniel Webster, 377; Brother Jonathan's Lament for Sister Caroline, 400; Sherman's in Savannah, 514; After the Fire, 571; Welcome to the Nations, 574; On the Death of President Garfield, 590; Additional Verses to Hail Columbia, 596.

Honeywood, Saint John [1763-1798]: A Radical Song of 1786, 269.

Hope, James Barron [1827-1887]: John Smith's Approach to Jamestown, 38.

Hopkinson, Francis [1737-1791]: On the Late Successful Expedition against Louisbourg, 118; The Daughter's Rebellion, 140; American Independence, 178; British Valor displayed; or, The Battle of the Kegs, 208; The New Roof, 270.

Hopkinson, Joseph [1770-1842]: Hail Columbia, 277.

Hosmer, William Henry Cuyler [1814-1877]: Song of Texas, 358.

Houghton, George [1850-1891]: The Legend of Walbach Tower, 306.

Houghton, Lord. See Milnes, Richard Monckton.

Hovey, Richard [1864-1900]: The Word of the Lord from Havana, 610; The Battle of Manila, 619.

Howe, Mrs. Julia Ward [1819-1910]: Our Country, 71; Battle-Hymn of the Republic, 384; Robert E. Lee, 524; Pardon, 539; Parricide, 542; J. A. G., 589.

Howells, William Dean [1837-1920]: The Battle in the Clouds, 506.

Hughes, Rupert [1872- ]: The Martyrs of the Maine, 612.

Humphreys, David [1752-1818]: On Disbanding the Army, 262.

Hutton, Joseph [1787-1828]: The Tomb of the Brave, 339.

Ingham, John Hall [1860- ]: George Washington, 275.

Irving, Minna [1872- ]: Betsey's Battle Flag, 191.

Janvier, Francis de Haes [1817-1885]: God save Our President, 403.

Janvier, Thomas Allibone [1849-1913]: Santiago, 633.

Jenks, Tudor [1857-1922]: The Spirit of the Maine, 621.

Jewett, John H. [1843- ]: Those Rebel Flags, 654.

Johnson, Hilda: Ballade of Expansion, 642.

Johnson, Robert Underwood [1853- ]: Dewey at Manila, 615; To the Returning Brave, 675.

Jones, Amanda Theodosia [1835- ]: Panama, 652.

Jones, Charles L. S.: The Hero of Bridgewater, 309; Fort Bowyer, 323.

Ketchum, Mrs. Annie Chambers [1824-1904]: The Bonnie Blue Flag, 413.

Key, Francis Scott [1780-1843]: The Star-Spangled Banner, 317.

Kilmer, Joyce [1886-1918]: The White Ships and the Red, 663; Rouge Bouquet, 670.

Landor, Walter Savage [1775-1864]: On the Death of M. D'Ossoli and his Wife, Margaret Fuller, 376.

Lanier, Sidney [1842-1881]: The Story of Vinland, 3; The Triumph, 12; Lexington, 146; Land of the Wilful Gospel, 265; The Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson, 486; The Centennial Meditation of Columbia, 573.

Larcom, Lucy [1824-1893]: Mistress Hale of Beverly, 97; The Nineteenth of April, 414; The Sinking of the Merrimack, 468.

Lathrop, George Parsons [1851-1898]: Marthy Virginia's Hand, 445; Keenan's Charge, 484.

Learned, Walter [1847-1915]: The Last Reservation, 586.

Lee, Arthur [1740-1792]: A Prophecy, 125.

Le Gallienne, Richard [1866- ]: After the War, 678.

Leland, Charles Godfrey [1824-1903]: Out and Fight, 409.

Lewis, Alonzo [1794-1861]: Death Song, 70.

Lieber, Francis [1800-1872]: The Ship Canal from the Atlantic to the Pacific, 374.

Lighthall, William Douw Schuyler [1857- ]: The Battle of La Prairie, 101.

Lindsay, Vachel [1879- ]: Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight, 661.

Lippincott, Mrs. Sara Jane [1823-1904]: Illumination for Victories in Mexico, 371.

Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth [1807-1882]: The Skeleton in Armor, 6; Sir Humphrey Gilbert, 34; The War-Token, 61; The Expedition to Wessagusset, 63; Prologue from "John Endicott," 71; The Proclamation, 76; Prologue from "Giles Corey of the Salem Farms," 88; The Trial, 92; The Battle of Lovell's Pond, 109; A Ballad of the French Fleet, 110; The Embarkation, 115; Paul Revere's Ride, 144; Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem, 245; The Wreck of the Hesperus, 351; Victor Galbraith, 364; The Cumberland, 464; The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face, 583; President Garfield, 591; The Republic, 660.

Lord, William Wilberforce [1819-1907]: On the Defeat of Henry Clay, 376.

Loveman, Robert [1864- ]: Hobson and his Men, 627.

Lover, Samuel [1797-1868]: The War Ship of Peace, 375.

Lowell, James Russell [1819-1891]: Flawless his Heart, 128; The New-Come Chief, 168; Mr. Hosea Biglow speaks, 360; What Mr. Robinson thinks, 369; The Debate in the Sennit, 386; Jonathan to John, 430; The Washers of the Shroud, 450; Ode recited at the Harvard Commemoration, 550.

Lucas, Daniel Bedinger [1836- ]: In the Land where we were Dreaming, 546.

Lummis, Charles Fletcher [1859- ]: John Charles Frémont, 345.

Lushington, Franklin: No More Words, 410.

Lytle, William Haines [1826-1863]: The Siege of Chapultepec, 371; The Volunteers, 374.

McGaffey, Ernest [1861- ]: Little Big Horn, 581; Geronimo, 586.

McMaster, Guy Humphreys [1829-1887]: Carmen Bellicosum, 206.

Madison, Mrs. Dorothy Payne [1772-1849]: Lafayette, 349.

Mansfield, Richard [1857-1907]: The Eagle's Song, 558.

Manville, Marion. See Pope, Mrs.

Markham, Edwin [1852- ]: Lincoln, 399.

Marvell, Andrew [1620-1678]: Bermudas, 39.

Meehan, John James: The Race of the Oregon, 624.

Melville, Herman [1819-1891]: Malvern Hill, 439; The Victor of Antietam, 445; The Cumberland, 466; Running the Batteries, 498; A Dirge for McPherson, 511; Sheridan at Cedar Creek, 521; The Fall of Richmond, 523; The Surrender at Appomattox, 524; At the Cannon's Mouth, 537.

Meredith, William Tuckey [1839- ]: Farragut, 528.

Mifflin, Lloyd [1846- ]: The Battle-Field, 492; Half-Mast, 611.

Miller, Cincinnatus Heine (Joaquin) [1841-1913]: Columbus, 14; The Defence of the Alamo, 357; Alaska, 567; Rejoice, 587; Cuba Libre, 609; San Francisco, 657; Resurge San Francisco, 658.

Miller, J. Corson [1883- ]: Epicedium, 673.

Milnes, Richard Monckton, Baron Houghton [1809-1885]: Columbus and the Mayflower, 18.

Milns, William: The Federal Constitution, 272.

Mitchell, Silas Weir [1829-1914]: Herndon, 380; How the Cumberland went down, 466; Kearsarge, 526; Lincoln, 537; The Song of the Flags, 655.

Montgomery, James [1771-1854]: The Inspiration, 8; The Lust of Gold, 24.

Moody, William Vaughn [1869-1910]: On a Soldier fallen in the Philippines, 643; An Ode in Time of Hesitation, 646.

More, Helen F.: What's in a Name, 146.

Morris, George Pope [1802-1864]: Pocahontas, 39.

Morton, David [1886- ]: The Dead, 674; Beyond Wars, 678.

Morton, Mrs. Sarah Wentworth [1759-1846]: To Aaron Burr, 338.

Newbolt, Henry John [1862- ]: Craven, 527.

O'Brien, Fitz-James [1828-1862]: Kane, 379.

O'Hara, Theodore [1820-1867]: The Bivouac of the Dead, 368.

O'Reilly, John Boyle [1844-1890]: Crispus Attucks, 132; At Fredericksburg, 447; Chicago, 569; Boston, 570; The Ride of Collins Graves, 571; Midnight--September 19, 1881, 589; Mayflower, 594.

Osborn, Laughton [1809-1878]: The Death of General Pike, 299.

Osgood, Kate Putnam [1841- ]: Driving Home the Cows, 550.

Page, Thomas Nelson [1853-1922]: The Dragon of the Seas, 621.

Paine, Robert Treat [1773-1811]: Adams and Liberty, 276.

Paine, Thomas [1737-1809]: Liberty Tree, 141.

Palmer, John Williamson [1825-1906]: Ned Braddock, 114; The Maryland Battalion, 183; Reid at Fayal, 319; Theodosia Burr, 346; The Fight at San Jacinto, 357; Stonewall Jackson's Way, 483.

Parrish, Randall [1858- ]: Your Lad, and My Lad, 668.

Parsons, Thomas William [1819-1892]: Dirge, 419.

Paul, Dorothy: The Captive Ships at Manila, 666.

Paulding, James Kirke [1779-1860]: Ode to Jamestown, 46.

Percival, James Gates [1795-1856]: Apostrophe to the Island of Cuba, 606.

Perry, Nora [1832-1896]: Balboa, 23; Running the Blockade, 215.

Peterson, Henry [1818-1891]: The Death of Lyon, 453.

Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart. See Ward, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

Piatt, John James [1835-1914]: The Dear President, 539.

Pierpont, James: "We Conquer or Die," 412.

Pierpont, John [1785-1866]: The Pilgrim Fathers, 66; Warren's Address, 161; The Fourth of July, 179; On Laying the Corner-Stone of the Bunker Hill Monument, 348; The Kidnapping of Sims, 388.

Pike, Albert [1809-1891]: Buena Vista, 364; Dixie, 411.

Plimpton, Florus B. [1830- ]: Fort Duquesne, 119.

Pope, Mrs. Marion Manville [1859- ]: The Surrender of New Orleans, 475; Lee's Parole, 524.

Porter, Ina M.: Mumford, 476.

Preston, Mrs. Margaret Junkin [1820-1897]: The Mystery of Cro-a-tán, 36; The Last Meeting of Pocahontas and the Great Captain, 43; The First Proclamation of Miles Standish, 58; The First Thanksgiving Day, 60; Dirge for Ashby, 439; Under the Shade of the Trees, 486; Virginia Capta, 523; Acceptation, 547.

Proctor, Edna Dean [1838-1923]: Columbus Dying, 18; The Captive's Hymn, 123; The Lost War Sloop, 311; Sa-cá-ga-we-a, 340; John Brown, 397; The Brooklyn Bridge, 593.

Pulci, Luigi [1431-1487]: Prophecy, 7.

Randall, James Ryder [1839-1908]: My Maryland, 415; John Pelham, 482.

Rankin, Jeremiah Eames [1828-1904]: The Word of God to Leyden came, 56; Fairest of Freedom's Daughters, 594.

Rawnsley, Hardwick Drummond [1850- ]: A Ballad of the Conemaugh Flood, 600.

Read, Thomas Buchanan [1822-1872]: The Rising, 154; Valley Forge, 207; Blennerhassett's Island, 335; The Attack, 463; Sheridan's Ride, 521; The Eagle and Vulture, 525.

Realf, Richard [1834-1878]: The Defence of Lawrence, 390.

Revere, Paul [1735-1818]: Unhappy Boston, 134.

Rice, Harvey [1800-1891]: Cuba, 608.

Rice, Wallace de Groot Cecil [1859- ]: The First American Sailors, 34; The Sudbury Fight, 85; The Minute-Men of Northboro', 152; Firstfruits in 1812, 291; Defeat and Victory, 302; The Armstrong at Fayal, 321; Jackson at New Orleans, 325; Blood is Thicker than Water, 380; Dewey and his Men, 617; Battle Song of the Oregon, 624; Wheeler's Brigade at Santiago, 629; Spain's Last Armada, 632; The Destroyer of Destroyers, 635; The Brooklyn at Santiago, 636.

Rich, Hiram [1832-1905]: Morgan Stanwood, 151.

Rich, Richard [fl. 1610]: Newes from Virginia, 40.

Richards, Mrs. Laura Elizabeth [1850- ]: Molly Pitcher, 213.

Risley, Richard Voorhees [1874-1904]: Dewey in Manila Bay, 620.

Roberts, Charles George Douglas [1860- ]: Brooklyn Bridge, 593; In Apia Bay, 597; A Ballad of Manila Bay, 618.

Robinson, Edwin Arlington [1869- ]: The Klondike, 604.

Roche, James Jeffrey [1847-1908]: Washington, 274; Reuben James, 282; Jack Creamer, 295; The Fight of the Armstrong Privateer, 319; The Constitution's Last Fight, 327; The Men of the Alamo, 355; The Flag, 378; Gettysburg, 492; "Albemarle" Cushing, 535; The Kearsarge, 602; The Gospel of Peace, 607; Panama, 651.

Rodman, Thomas P.: The Battle of Bennington, 195.

Rogé, Mrs. Charlotte Fiske Bates [1838- ]: André, 239.

Rooney, John Jerome [1866- ]: The Men behind the Guns, 637; McIlrath of Malate, 639.

Root, George Frederick [1820-1895]: The Battle-Cry of Freedom, 500.

Runyon, Alfred Damon: A Song of Panama, 652.

Russell, Charles Edward [1860- ]: The Fleet at Santiago, 634.

Ryan, Abram Joseph [1839-1888]: The Conquered Banner, 547.

Safford, William Harrison [1821-1903]: The Battle of Muskingum, 337.

St. John, Peter: The Descent on Middlesex, 242.

Sargent, Epes [1813-1880]: The Death of Warren, 166.

Sawyer, Charles Carroll [1833- ]: When this Cruel War is Over, 677.

Saxe, John Godfrey [1816-1887]: How Cyrus laid the Cable, 565.

Schiller, Johann Christoph Friedrich von [1759-1805]: Steer, Bold Mariner, On, 12.

Scollard, Clinton [1860- ]: The First Thanksgiving, 68; King Philip's Last Stand, 88; The Eve of Bunker Hill, 161; Montgomery at Quebec, 171; The Boasting of Sir Peter Parker, 181; Saint Leger, 199; Wayne at Stony Point, 230; The Battle of Plattsburg Bay, 313; The Valor of Ben Milam, 354; The Daughter of the Regiment, 462; Riding with Kilpatrick, 488; The Men of the Maine, 609; The Men of the Merrimac, 626; Deeds of Valor at Santiago, 630; Private Blair of the Regulars, 631; The Ballad of Paco Town, 644; The Deed of Lieutenant Miles, 644; Ad Patriam, 660; The First Three, 669; The Unreturning, 674.

Seeger, Alan [1888-1916]: Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers fallen for France, 664.

Sewall, Jonathan Mitchell [1748-1808]: War and Washington, 170; On Independence, 179.

Shadwell, Bertrand: Cervera, 638; Aguinaldo, 645.

Shanly, Charles Dawson [1811-1875]: Civil War, 432.

Sherwood, Mrs. Katherine Margaret Brownlee [1841- ]: Molly Pitcher, 213; Albert Sidney Johnston, 456; Thomas at Chickamauga, 502; Ulric Dahlgren, 517.

Siegrist, Mary: The League of Nations, 677.

Sigourney, Mrs. Lydia Huntley [1791-1865]: Columbus, 9; California, 346; Indian Names, 587.

Sill, Edward Rowland [1841-1887]: The Dead President, 538.

Simmons, James Wright: Sumter's Band, 250.

Simms, William Gilmore [1806-1870]: The Swamp Fox, 247; The Battle of Eutaw, 254.

Smith, Dexter: Our National Banner, 578.

Smith, Lewis Worthington [1866- ]: News from Yorktown, 257.

Smith, Marion Couthouy: The Star, 674; King of the Belgians, 676.

Smith, Samuel Francis [1808-1895]: America, ii.

Southey, Robert [1774-1843]: The Bower of Peace, 318.

Spofford, Mrs. Harriet Prescott [1835-1921]: How we became a Nation, 138; Can't, 519.

Stansbury, Joseph [1750-1809]: A New Song, 240; The Lords of the Main, 241.

Stansbury, Mary Anna Phinney: The Surprise at Ticonderoga, 157.

Stedman, Edmund Clarence [1833-1908]: Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call, 54; Salem, 89; Aaron Burr's Wooing, 231; How Old Brown took Harper's Ferry, 393; Sumter, 404; Wanted--A Man, 435; Kearny at Seven Pines, 437; Treason's Last Device, 480; Gettysburg, 489; Abraham Lincoln, 538; Israel Freyer's Bid for Gold, 567; Custer, 583; Liberty Enlightening the World, 595; Cuba, 607; Hymn of the West, 653.

Steendam, Jacob [c 1640-c 1690]: The Praise of New Netherland, 52; The Complaint of New Amsterdam, 53.

Stevenson, Burton Egbert [1872- ]: Henry Hudson's Quest, 50; The Peace Message, 60.

Stevenson, James: The Gallant Fighting "Joe," 436.

Stoddard, Richard Henry [1825-1903]: Men of the North and West, 409; Colonel Ellsworth, 416; The Little Drummer, 451; Twilight on Sumter, 509; Abraham Lincoln, 540.

Street, Alfred Billings [1811-1882]: The Settler, 329.

Swett, Herbert B.: The Gathering, 629.

Taylor, Bayard [1825-1878]: Through Baltimore, 414; Lincoln at Gettysburg, 497; The National Ode, 575.

Taylor, Joseph Russell [1868- ]: Breath on the Oat, 641.

Taylor, Tom [1817-1880]: Abraham Lincoln, 543.

Tennyson, Alfred [1809-1892]: England and America in 1782, 262.

Terry, Uriah: The Wyoming Massacre, 217.

Thackeray, William Makepeace [1811-1863]: Pocahontas, 38.

Thomas, Edith Matilda [1854- ]: Ponce de Leon, 22; A Christopher of the Shenandoah, 520; To Spain--A Last Word, 612.

Thompson, James Maurice [1844-1901]: The Ballad of Chickamauga, 501.

Thompson, John Randolph [1823-1873]: On to Richmond, 426; The Burial of Latané, 437; Lee to the Rear, 518; Obsequies of Stuart, 519.

Thompson, Will Henry [1848- ]: The High Tide at Gettysburg, 491.

Ticknor, Francis Orrery [1822-1874]: The Virginians of the Valley, 417; A Battle Ballad, 424; "Our Left," 441; Albert Sidney Johnston, 457; Little Giffen, 460.

Tilden, Stephen [1686-1766]: The British Lyon roused, 111; Braddock's Fate, 112.

Tilton, Theodore [1835-1907]: The Great Bell Roland, 408.

Timrod, Henry [1829-1867]: A Cry to Arms, 411; Charleston, 507; Carolina, 515.

Titherington, Richard Handfield [1861- ]: Faithful unto Death, 650.

Tompson, Benjamin [1753-1814]: On a Fortification at Boston begun by Women, 85.

Trowbridge, John Townsend [1827-1916]: Columbus at the Convent, 10.

Tylee, Edward Sydney: Outward Bound, 650.

Tyler, Royall [1757-1826]: Independence Day, 179.

Upham, Thomas Cogswell [1799-1872]: Song of the Pilgrims, 57.

Van Dyke, Henry [1852- ]: Mare Liberum, 664.

Venable, William Henry [1836-1918]: John Filson, 331; Johnny Appleseed, 334; The Founders of Ohio, 335; El Emplazado, 613; Battle Cry, 614; National Song, 659.

Verplanck, Gulian Crommelin [1786-1870]: Prophecy, 144.

Walker, E. M.: To America, on Her First Sons Fallen in the Great War, 670.

Ward, Mrs. Elizabeth Stuart Phelps [1844-1911]: A Message, 440; Conemaugh, 601.

Warfield, Mrs. Catherine Anne [1816-1877]: Manassas, 423; Beauregard, 457.

Warren, Joseph [1741-1775]: Free America, 140.

Warren, Mrs. Mercy [1728-1814]: Massachusetts--Song of Liberty, 143.

Wattles, Willard [ - ]: The Family of Nations, 677.

Weare, Mesech [1713-1786]: The Blasted Herb, 139.

Webster, Mrs. M. M.: The Marriage of Pocahontas, 43.

Wharton, William H.: Ben Milam, 355.

White, Richard Edward [1843- ]: The Discovery of San Francisco Bay, 343.

Whiting, Seymour W.: Alamance, 135.

Whitman, Walt [1819-1892]: Ethiopia Saluting the Colors, 514; O Captain! My Captain, 537.

Whitney, Mrs. Adeline Dutton Train [1824-1903]: Peace, 547.

Whittaker, Frederick [1838- ]: Custer's Last Charge, 582.

Whittier, John Greenleaf [1807-1892]: The Norsemen, 4; Norembega, 32; John Underhill, 74; Cassandra Southwick, 77; The King's Missive, 80; St. John, 99; Pentucket, 105; Lexington, 153; The Vow of Washington, 274; Skipper Ireson's Ride, 283; Texas, 358; The Angels of Buena Vista, 366; The Crisis, 372; To William Lloyd Garrison, 385; Clerical Oppressors, 385; Ichabod, 388; The Kansas Emigrants, 389; Burial of Barber, 389; Le Marais du Cygne, 392; Brown of Ossawatomie, 396; Barbara Frietchie, 444; The Battle Autumn of 1862, 460; At Port Royal, 461; To John C. Frémont, 477; Astræa at the Capitol, 478; The Proclamation, 480; Laus Deo, 481; To the Thirty-Ninth Congress, 559; The Cable Hymn, 565; Chicago, 568; Centennial Hymn, 573; On the Big Horn, 585; The Bartholdi Statue, 595.

Williams, Roger [1604?-1683]: God makes a Path, 72.

Willis, Nathaniel Parker [1806-1867]: André's Request to Washington, 238; The Death of Harrison, 353.

Willson, [Byron] Forceythe [1837-1867]: Boy Brittan, 455.

Wilson, Robert Burns [1850- ]: Battle Song, 613; "Cut the Cables," 622.

Wolfe, James [1726-1759]: How stands the Glass around, 121.

Wood, Alfred D.: The Fight at Dajo, 645.

Woodberry, George Edward [1855- ]: Our First Century, 572; Essex Regiment March, 628; The Islands of the Sea, 641; O Land Beloved, 660; Sonnets written in the Fall of 1914, 661.

Woolson, Constance Fenimore [1840-1894]: Kentucky Belle, 494.

Wordsworth, William [1770-1850]: The Pilgrim Fathers, 66.

Work, Henry Clay [1832-1884]: Marching through Georgia, 513; The Year of Jubilee, 522.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A blush as of roses, 392.

A boy drove into the city, his wagon loaded down, 209.

A cheer and salute for the Admiral, and here's to the Captain bold, 637.

A cliff-locked port and a bluff sea wall, 319.

A cloud possessed the hollow field, 491.

A cycle was closed and rounded, 196.

A flash of light across the night, 517.

A fleet with flags arrayed, 110.

A gallant foeman in the fight, 524.

A grand attempt some Amazonian Dames, 85.

A granite cliff on either shore, 593.

A handful came to Seicheprey, 672.

A hundred thousand Northmen, 419.

A midnight cry appalls the gloom, 334.

A moonless night--a friendly one, 498.

A pillar of fire by night, 513.

A score of years had come and gone, 74.

A song unto Liberty's brave Buccaneer, 222.

A story of Ponce de Leon, 21.

A summer Sunday morning, 424.

A transient city, marvellously fair, 649.

A voice went over the waters, 608.

A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, 327.

Abraham Lincoln, the Dear President, 539.

Across the Stony Mountains, o'er the desert's drouth and sand, 372.

After the eyes that looked, the lips that spake, 497.

After the war--I hear men ask--what then, 678.

Again Columbia's stripes, unfurl'd, 302.

Again the summer-fevered skies, 503.

Ah, you mistake me, comrades, to think that my heart is steel, 200.

All alone on the hillside, 585.

All day long the guns at the forts, 475.

All day the great guns barked and roared, 213.

All hail! Unfurl the Stripes and Stars, 403.

All night upon the guarded hill, 390.

"All quiet along the Potomac," they say, 433.

All summer long the people knelt, 590.

Aloft upon an old basaltic crag, 379.

Along a river-side, I know not where, 450.

America! dear brother land, 614.

America, my own, 659.

America! thou fractious nation, 138.

An American frigate from Baltimore came, 224.

"An empire to be lost or won," 342.

An eye with the piercing eagle's fire, 560.

"And now," said the Governor, gazing abroad on the piled-up store, 60.

And they have thrust our shattered dead away in foreign graves, 612.

Are these the honors they reserve for me, 17.

"Are you ready, O Virginia," 627.

Arms reversed and banners craped, 511.

Arnold! the name as heretofore, 238.

As billows upon billows roll, 524.

As hang two mighty thunderclouds, 361.

As men who fight for home and child and wife, 198.

As near beauteous Boston lying, 137.

As to kidnap the Congress has long been my aim, 205.

As vonce I valked by a dismal svamp, 401.

At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, 464.

At Eutaw Springs the valiant died, 255.

At length 'tis done, the glorious conflict's done, 118.

At the door of his hut sat Massasoit, 60.

Avast, honest Jack! now, before you get mellow, 303.

Awake! arise, ye men of might, 363.

Awake! awake! my gallant friends, 339.

Awake, ye nations, slumbering supine, 661.

Ay! drop the treacherous mask! throw by, 476.

Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, 664.

Ay, let it rest! And give us peace, 607.

Ay, shout and rave, thou cruel sea, 380.

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down, 351.

Aye, lads, aye, we fought 'em, 618.

Back from the trebly crimsoned field, 435.

Be then your counsels, as your subject, great, 270.

Bear him, comrades, to his grave, 389.

Before our eyes a pageant rolled, 578.

Before the living bronze Saint-Gaudens made, 646.

Behind him lay the gray Azores, 14.

Behold her Seven Hills loom white, 658.

Behold, we have gathered together our battleships, near and afar, 620.

Beneath our consecrated elm, 168.

Beneath the blistering tropical sun, 629.

Beside that tent and under guard, 586.

Beside the lone river, 581.

Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone, 569.

Bob Anderson, my beau, Bob, when we were first aquent, 403.

Born, nurtured, wedded, prized, within the pale, 349.

Boy Brittan--only a lad--a fair-haired boy--sixteen, 455.

Bright on the banners of lily and rose, 574.

Bring cypress, rosemary and rue, 658.

Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song, 513.

Britannia's gallant streamers, 296.

Britons grown big with pride, 173.

Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began, 666.

Bury the Dragon's Teeth, 508.

By Cavité on the bay, 619.

By Chickamauga's crooked stream the martial trumpets blew, 501.

By the beard of the Prophet the Bashaw swore, 281.

By the flow of the inland river, 563.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, 351.

Cæsar, afloat with his fortunes, 462.

Call Martha Corey, 92.

Calm as that second summer which precedes, 507.

Calm martyr of a noble cause, 545.

Calmly beside her tropic strand, 515.

Came the morning of that day, 404.

Chained by stern duty to the rock of state, 537.

Champion of those who groan beneath, 385.

Cheer up, my young men all, 122.

"Chuff! chuff! chuff!" An' a mountain-bluff, 652.

Close his eyes; his work is done, 442.

Cold, cold is the north wind and rude is the blast, 109.

Columbia, appear!--To thy mountains ascend, 305.

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, 180.

Columbus looked; and still around them spread, 273.

Come, all ye bold Americans, to you the truth I tell, 257.

Come all ye lads who know no fear, 226.

Come all ye sons of Brittany, 112.

Come all ye Yankee sailors, with swords and pikes advance, 280.

Come all you brave Americans, 237.

Come all you brave soldiers, both valiant and free, 179.

Come, all you sons of Liberty, that to the seas belong, 296.

Come, brothers! rally for the right, 413.

Come, cheer up, my lads, like a true British band, 130.

Come, come fill up your glasses, 132.

Come, each death-doing dog who dares venture his neck, 121.

Come, fill the beaker, while we chaunt a pean of old days, 119.

Come, Freemen of the land, 509.

Come, gentlemen Tories, firm, loyal, and true, 229.

Come let us rejoice, 245.

Come, listen all unto my song, 565.

Come listen and I'll tell you, 221.

Come listen, good neighbors of every degree, 131.

Come listen to the Story of brave Lathrop and his Men, 82.

Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools, 270.

Come, rouse up, ye bold-hearted Whigs of Kentucky, 353.

Come sheathe your swords! my gallant boys, 239.

Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails, 483.

Come swallow your bumpers, ye Tories, and roar, 143.

Come unto me, ye heroes, 202.

Come, ye lads, who wish to shine, 287.

Comes a cry from Cuban water, 609.

Compassionate eyes had our brave John Brown, 397.

Concentred here th' united wisdom shines, 269.

Content within his wigwam warm, 73.

Cornwallis led a country dance, 256.

"Cut the cables!" the order read, 622.

Dark as the clouds of even, 500.

Dawn of a pleasant morning in May, 518.

Dawn peered through the pines as we dashed at the ford, 488.

Day of glory! Welcome day, 179.

Daybreak upon the hills, 547.

Dead! Is it possible? He, the bold rider, 582.

Death, why so cruel? What! no other way, 45.

Delusions of the days that once have been, 88.

Did you hear of the fight at Corinth, 458.

Do you know how the people of all the land, 49.

Do you know of the dreary land, 468.

Down in the bleak December bay, 59.

Down Loudon Lanes, with swinging reins, 482.

Down the Little Big Horn, 580.

Down toward the deep-blue water, 668.

Dreary and brown the night comes down, 10.

Ebbed and flowed the muddy Pei-Ho by the gulf of Pechili, 380.

Eight volunteers! on an errand of death, 626.

Eighty and nine with their captain, 438.

El Emplazado, the Summoned, the Doomed One, 613.

Ere five score years have run their tedious rounds, 125.

Ere Murfreesboro's thunders rent the air, 459.

Fair were our visions! Oh, they were as grand, 546.

Fallen? How fallen? States and empires fall, 376.

Fallen with autumn's fallen leaf, 590.

Famine once we had, 69.

Far spread, below, 3.

Farewell! for now a stormy morn and dark, 650.

Farewell, Peace! another crisis, 287.

Farragut, Farragut, 528.

Father and I went down to camp, 159.

First in the fight, and first in the arms, 454.

Five fearless knights of the first renown, 34.

Flawless his heart and tempered to the core, 128.

"Fly to the mountain! Fly," 601.

For him who sought his country's good, 280.

For sixty days and upwards, 499.

For us, the dead, though young, 674.

Foreboding sudden of untoward change, 599.

"Forgive them, for they know not what they do," 538.

Four-and-eighty years are o'er me; great-grandchildren sit before me, 211.

Four gallant ships from England came, 309.

Four times the sun has risen and set; and now on the fifth day, 115.

Four young men, of a Monday morn, 155.

France, 666.

Francisco Coronado rode forth with all his train, 31.

Free are the Muses, and where freedom is, 641.

Freedom called them--up they rose, 606.

Fresh palms for the Old Dominion, 395.

From a junto that labor for absolute power, 176.

From dawn to dark they stood, 441.

From dusk till dawn the livelong night, 191.

From France, desponding and betray'd, 312.

From Halifax station a bully there came, 289.

From keel to fighting top, I love, 618.

From Lewis, Monsieur Gérard came, 214.

From out my deep, wide-bosomed West, 587.

From out the North-land his leaguer he led, 199.

From Santiago, spurning the morrow, 635.

From the commandant's quarters on Westchester height, 231.

From the laurel's fairest bough, 307.

From the Rio Grande's waters to the icy lakes of Maine, 364.

From this hundred-terraced height, 573.

From Yorktown on the fourth of May, 436.

Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary, 547.

Gallants attend, and hear a friend, 208.

Gaunt in the midst of the prairie, 569.

Gentle and generous, brave-hearted, kind, 650.

Gift from the cold and silent Past, 4.

Giles Corey was a Wizard strong, 96.

"Give me but two brigades," said Hooker, frowning at fortified Lookout, 505.

Give me white paper, 18.

Glistering high in the midnight sky the starry rockets soar, 617.

Glorious the day when in arms at Assunpink, 189.

"Go, bring the captive, he shall die," 26.

God is shaping the great future of the Islands of the Sea, 641.

God makes a path, provides a guide, 72.

God send us peace, and keep red strife away, 447.

God wills no man a slave. The man most meek, 274.

Golden through the golden morning, 676.

Gone down in the flood, and gone out in the flame, 468.

Good Junipero, the Padre, 343.

Goody Bull and her daughter together fell out, 130.

Gray swept the angry waves, 466.

Great Sassacus fled from the eastern shores, 70.

Great soul, to all brave souls akin, 674.

Greece was; Greece is no more, 602.

Green be the turf above thee, 348.

Grown sick of war, and war's alarms, 261.

Guvener B. is a sensible man, 369.

Hail! Columbia, happy land, 277.

Hail, Freedom! thy bright crest, 596.

Hail, great Apollo! guide my feeble pen, 111.

Hail, happy Britain, Freedom's blest retreat, 144.

Hail sons of generous valor, 326.

Hail to Hobson! Hail to Hobson! hail to all the valiant set, 626.

Hail to thee, gallant foe, 638.

Hard aport! Now close to shore sail, 51.

Hark! do I hear again the roar, 18.

Hark! hark! down the century's long reaching slope, 592.

Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, 442.

Hark! 'tis Freedom that calls, come, patriots, awake, 157.

Hark! 'tis the voice of the mountain, 254.

"Has the Marquis La Fayette," 240.

Have you heard the story that gossips tell, 493.

"He chases shadows," sneered the British tars, 19.

He took a thousand islands and he didn't lose a man, 620.

Hear through the morning drums and trumpets sounding, 325.

Heard ye how the bold McClellan, 434.

Heard ye that thrilling word, 439.

Hearken the stirring story, 27.

Here comes the Marshal, 76.

Here halt we our march, and pitch our tent, 157.

Here, in my rude log cabin, 323.

Here the oceans twain have waited, 651.

"Here we stan' on the Constitution, by thunder," 386.

Here's the spot. Look around you. Above on the height, 232.

Highlands of Hudson! ye saw them pass, 230.

His bark, 7.

His echoing axe the settler swung, 329.

"His policy," do you say, 559.

His soul to God! on a battle-psalm, 457.

His triumphs of a moment done, 260.

His work is done, his toil is o'er, 650.

"Ho, Rose!" quoth the stout Miles Standish, 58.

Ho, woodsmen of the mountain-side, 411.

Hobson went towards death and hell, 627.

"Home, home--where's my baby's home," 73.

Hooker's across! Hooker's across, 483.

How glows each patriot bosom that boasts a Yankee heart, 293.

How history repeats itself, 519.

How long, O sister, how long, 588.

How sad the note of that funereal drum, 347.

How spoke the King, in his crucial hour victorious, 676.

How stands the glass around, 121.

How sweetly on the wood-girt town, 105.

Huge and alert, irascible yet strong, 649.

Huzza for our liberty, boys, 286.

Huzza, my Jo Bunkers! no taxes we'll pay, 269.

I am a wandering, bitter shade, 146.

I gazed, and lo! Afar and near, 454.

I give my soldier boy a blade, 413.

I hear again the tread of war go thundering through the land, 456.

I heard the bells across the trees, 673.

I lay in my tent at mid-day, 440.

I lift these hands with iron fetters banded, 561.

I never have got the bearings quite, 378.

I often have been told, 288.

I pause not now to speak of Raleigh's dreams, 38.

I read last night of the Grand Review, 548.

I remember it well: 'twas a morn dull and gray, 248.

I saw her first abreast the Boston Light, 662.

Iberian! palter no more! By thine hands, 612.

Ice built, ice bound, and ice bounded, 567.

I'd weave a wreath for those who fought, 529.

If we dreamed that we loved Her aforetime, 'twas the ghost of a dream; for I vow, 657.

I'll tell you what I heard that day, 420.

Illustrious monarch of Iberia's soil, 9.

I'm a grandchild of the gods, 53.

In a chariot of light from the regions of day, 141.

In a stately hall at Brentford, when the English June was green, 43.

In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet, 670.

In battle-line of sombre gray, 621.

In Cherbourg Roads the pirate lay, 525.

In Hampton Roads, the airs of March were bland, 463.

In Paco town and in Paco tower, 644.

In revel and carousing, 346.

In seventeen hundred and seventy-five, 171.

In spite of Rice, in spite of Wheat, 140.

In that desolate land and lone, 583.

In that soft mid-land where the breezes bear, 177.

In the gloomy ocean bed, 602.

In the stagnant pride of an outworn race, 633.

In the tides of the warm south wind it lay, 25.

In their ragged regimentals, 206.

Into the thick of the fight he went, pallid, and sick and wan, 631.

Into the town of Conemaugh, 599.

Is it naught? Is it naught, 607.

Is it the wind, the many-tongued, the weird, 496.

Is this the price of beauty! Fairest, thou, 594.

Isle of a summer sea, 608.

It cannot be that men who are the seed, 572.

It don't seem hardly right, John, 430.

It fell upon us like a crushing woe, 416.

It is done, 481.

It is I, America, calling, 668.

It is no idle fabulous tale, nor is it fayned newes, 40.

It is not the fear of death, 238.

It is portentous, and a thing of state, 661.

It was a noble Roman, 403.

It was Captain Pierce of the Lion who strode the streets of London, 68.

It was early Sunday morning, in the year of sixty-four, 526.

It was less than two thousand we numbered, 511.

It was on the seventeenth, by break of day, 167.

It was Private Blair, of the regulars, before dread El Caney, 631.

It was that fierce contested field when Chickamauga lay, 502.

It was the schooner Hesperus, 351.

It wound through strange scarred hills, down cañons lone, 346.

John Brown died on the scaffold for the slave, 397.

John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, 393.

John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day, 396.

John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, 397.

John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, 432.

John Filson was a pedagogue, 331.

Joy in rebel Plymouth town, in the spring of sixty-four, 535.

July the twenty-second day, 242.

Just as the hour was darkest, 472.

Just as the spring came laughing through the strife, 482.

Just God! and these are they, 385.

Just in the gray of the dawn, as the mists uprose from the meadows, 63.

Kind Heaven, assist the trembling muse, 217.

King Hancock sat in regal state, 246.

Land of gold!--thy sisters greet thee, 346.

Land of the Wilful Gospel, thou worst and thou best, 265.

Lay down the axe; fling by the spade, 410.

Let the Nile cloak his head in the clouds, and defy, 341.

Light up thy homes, Columbia, 371.

Lights out! And a prow turned towards the South, 624.

Like the tribes of Israel, 514.

Listen, my children, and you shall hear, 144.

Lo, Joseph dreams his dream again, 677.

Loaded with gallant soldiers, 461.

Long lay the ocean-paths from man conceal'd, 8.

Long the tyrant of our coast, 290.

Look our ransomed shores around, 596.

Loud through the still November air, 570.

Mad Berkeley believed, with his gay cavaliers, 44.

Major-General Scott, 426.

Make room, all ye kingdoms, in history renown'd, 178.

Make room on our banner bright, 358.

March! March! March! from sunrise till it's dark, 193.

Mater á Dios, preserve us, 24.

Meanwhile the choleric Captain strode wrathful away to the council, 61.

Men of the North and West, 409.

Men said at vespers: "All is well," 568.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, 384.

Mistress Penelope Penwick, she, 186.

More ill at ease was never man than Walbach, that Lord's day, 306.

Morgan Stanwood, patriot, 151.

Mute he sat in the saddle,--mute 'midst our full acclaim, 520.

My country, 'tis of thee, ii.

My dear brother Ned, 228.

My lords, with your leave, 182.

Neglected long had been my useless lyre, 117.

Neptune and Mars in Council sate, 110.

Never mind the day we left, or the way the women clung to us, 604.

New England's annoyances, you that would know them, 65.

Night's diadem around thy head, 594.

No beggar she in the mighty hall where her bay-crowned sisters wait, 655.

No Berserk thirst of blood had they, 153.

No lifeless thing of iron and stone, 593.

No more for them shall evening's rose unclose, 673.

No more words, 410.

No! never such a draught was poured, 136.

No song of a soldier riding down, 571.

No stately column marks the hallowed place, 135.

Not as when some great Captain falls, 540.

Not in the dire, ensanguined front of war, 609.

Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight, 486.

Not where the battle red, 417.

Not with slow, funereal sound, 603.

"Not yet, not yet! steady, steady," 162.

"Now for a brisk and cheerful fight," 357.

Now from their slumber waking, 629.

Now you are one with us, you know our tears, 670.

O Boston wives and maids, draw near and see, 144.

O broad-breasted Queen among Nations, 570.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, 537.

O God of Battles, who art still, 612.

O Land beloved, 660.

O Land, of every land the best, 548.

O little fleet! that on thy quest divine, 18.

O lonely bay of Trinity, 565.

O people-chosen! are ye not, 559.

O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, 317.

O stealthily-creeping Merrimac, 627.

O the pride of Portsmouth water, 311.

O Thou, that sendest out the man, 262.

O Thou, whose glorious orbs on high, 653.

O'er Cambridge set the yeoman's mark, 146.

O'er Huron's wave the sun was low, 308.

O'er the high and o'er the lowly, 578.

O'er the rough main, with flowing sheet, 225.

O'er the warrior gauntlet grim, 542.

O'er the waste of waters cruising, 227.

O'er town and cottage, vale and height, 207.

Of all the rides since the birth of time, 283.

Of heroes and statesmen I'll just mention four, 224.

Of the onset, fear-inspiring, and the firing and the pillage, 102.

Of worthy Captain Lovewell I purpose now to sing, 106.

Oft shall the soldier think of thee, 355.

Oh, is not this a holy spot, 348.

Oh! lonely is our old green fort, 300.

Oh mother of a mighty race, 268.

Oh, Northern men--true hearts and bold, 427.

Oh, rouse you, rouse you, men at arms, 83.

Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare, 540.

Oh, the sun sets red, the moon shines white, 321.

Oh, who has not heard of the Northmen of yore, 2.

Oh, who will follow old Ben Milam into San Antonio, 354.

Old cradle of an infant world, 46.

Old Flood Ireson! all too long, 284.

Old Ross, Cockburn, and Cochrane too, 315.

On Calvert's plains new faction reigns, 142.

On Christmas-day in seventy-six, 188.

On December, the sixth, 188.

On every schoolhouse, ship, and staff, 611.

On primal rocks she wrote her name, 71.

On the bluff of the Little Big-Horn, 584.

Once came an exile, longing to be free, 335.

Once in a lifetime, we may see the veil, 589.

Once more the Flower of Essex is marching to the wars, 628.

One summer morning a daring band, 487.

Oppressed and few, but freemen yet, 156.

Our band is few, but true and tried, 248.

Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountain, 512.

Our fathers' God! from out whose hand, 573.

Our keels are furred with tropic weed that clogs the crawling tides, 666.

Our mother, the pride of us all, 174.

Our sorrow sends its shadow round the earth, 589.

Our trust is now in thee, 457.

Out and fight! The clouds are breaking, 409.

Out from the harbor of Amsterdam, 50.

Out of a Northern city's bay, 467.

Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass, 550.

Out of the focal and foremost fire, 460.

Out of the North the wild news came, 154.

Over his millions Death has lawful power, 376.

Over the turret, shut in his ironclad tower, 527.

Pains the sharp sentence the heart in whose wrath it was uttered, 539.

Palely intent, he urged his keel, 537.

Parading near Saint Peter's flood, 312.

Parent of all, omnipotent, 180.

"Past two o'clock and Cornwallis is taken," 257.

Plattsburg Bay! Plattsburg Bay, 313.

Poets may sing of their Helicon streams, 272.

"Praise ye the Lord!" The psalm to-day, 67.

Prince William, of the Brunswick race, 241.

Quoth Satan to Arnold: "My worthy good fellow," 238.

Rapacious Spain, 24.

"Read out the names!" and Burke sat back, 611.

Rejoice, rejoice, brave patriots, rejoice, 28.

Rend America asunder, 374.

"Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot," 432.

Ring round her! children of her glorious skies, 516.

Ring the bells, nor ring them slowly, 441.

Rio Bravo! Rio Bravo, 362.

Room for a Soldier! lay him in the clover, 419.

Round Quebec's embattled walls, 171.

Rouse, Britons! at length, 205.

Rouse every generous, thoughtful mind, 139.

Rudely forced to drink tea, Massachusetts, in anger, 144.

Ruin and death held sway, 597.

Saddle! saddle! saddle, 579.

Said Burgoyne to his men, as they passed in review, 200.

Said my landlord, white-headed Gil Gomez, 370.

Said the captain: "There was mire," 671.

Said the Sword to the Ax, 'twixt the whacks and the hacks, 114.

Saint Patrick, slave to Milcho of the herds, 480.

St. Stephen's cloistered hall was proud, 9.

Santa Ana came storming, as a storm might come, 357.

Santa Maria, well thou tremblest down the wave, 12.

Say, darkeys, hab you seen de massa, 522.

Seize, O seize the sounding lyre, 309.

Shall we send back the Johnnies their bunting, 654.

She has gone,--she has left us in passion and pride, 400.

She has gone to the bottom! the wrath of the tide, 527.

She is touching the cycle,--her tender tread, 603.

Shoe the steed with silver, 521.

Shoot down the rebels--men who dare, 643.

Sho-shó-ne Sa-cá-ga-we-a--captive and wife was she, 340.

"Silent upon a peak in Darien," 651.

Since you all will have singing, and won't be said nay, 150.

Sing, O goddess, the wrath, the ontamable dander of Keitt, 391.

Single-handed, and surrounded by Lecompton's black brigade, 398.

Sir George Prevost, with all his host, 314.

Slowly the mists o'er the meadow were creeping, 147.

Smile, Massachusetts, smile, 172.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn, 388.

So that soldierly legend is still on its journey, 437.

So, they will have it, 408.

Soe, Mistress Anne, faire neighboure myne, 89.

Some names there are of telling sound, 466.

"Somewhere in France," upon a brown hillside, 669.

Sons of New England, in the fray, 480.

Sons of valor, taste the glories, 176.

Souls of the patriot dead, 388.

Southrons, hear your country call you, 411.

Southward with fleet of ice, 34.

Spain drew us proudly from the womb of night, 640.

Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away, 366.

"Speak! speak! thou fearful guest," 6.

Spruce Macaronis, and pretty to see, 183.

Squeak the fife, and beat the drum, 179.

"Stack Arms!" I've gladly heard the cry, 545.

Stand! the ground's your own, my braves, 161.

"Stand to your guns, men!" Morris cried, 464.

Still and dark along the sea, 509.

Still shall the tyrant scourge of Gaul, 114.

Streets of the roaring town, 643.

Such darkness as when Jesus died, 657.

Sullen and dark, in the September day, 586.

Summer of 'sixty-three, sir, and Conrad was gone away, 494.

Sun of the stately Day, 575.

Sunday in Old England, 526.

Sure never was picture drawn more to the life, 129.

Sweet land of song, thy harp doth hang, 375.

"Talk of pluck!" pursued the Sailor, 516.

Talk of the Greeks at Thermopylæ, 672.

Tell the story to your sons, 319.

Thank God our liberating lance, 667.

That balmy eve, within a trellised bower, 43.

That seat of Science, Athens, 140.

That was a brave old epoch, 101.

The banner of Freedom high floated unfurled, 294.

The billowy headlands swiftly fly, 624.

The boarding nettings are triced for flight, 295.

The breaking waves dashed high, 57.

The breeze has swelled the whitening sail, 57.

The breezes went steadily thro' the tall pines, 185.

The captain of the Shannon came sailing up the bay, 300.

The "Catamount Tavern" is lively to-night, 194.

The Chesapeake so bold, 301.

The chill New England sunshine, 90.

The combat raged not long, but ours the day, 437.

The despot treads thy sacred sands, 515.

The despot's heel is on thy shore, 415.

The dog that is beat has a right to complain, 259.

The flags of war like storm-birds fly, 460.

The footsteps of a hundred years, 335.

The four-way winds of the world have blown, 625.

The great unequal conflict past, 263.

The guns are hushed. On every field once flowing, 562.

The heart leaps with the pride of their story, 634.

The home-bound ship stood out to sea, 36.

The increasing moonlight drifts across my bed, 449.

The Indian war was over, 123.

The knightliest of the knightly race, 417.

The land, that, from the rule of kings, 595.

The lioness whelped, and the sturdy cub, 558.

The Lord above, in tender love, 264.

The loud drums are rolling, the mad trumpets blow, 614.

The morn was cloudy and dark and gray, 404.

The Mothers of our Forest-Land, 330.

The muffled drum's sad roll has beat, 368.

The Pilgrim Fathers,--where are they, 66.

The roadside forests here and there were touched with tawny gold, 97.

The soft new grass is creeping o'er the graves, 449.

The stars of Night contain the glittering Day, 486.

The sun had set, 484.

The sun had sunk beneath the west, 310.

The sun strikes gold the dirty street, 674.

The sword was sheathed: in April's sun, 274.

The tent-lights glimmer on the land, 461.

The twenty-second of August, 219.

The 'Vention did in Boston meet, 271.

The Volunteers! the Volunteers, 374.

The war-drum is beating, prepare for the fight, 412.

The war-path is true and straight, 614.

The wind blows east,--the wind blows west, 91.

The winding way the serpent takes, 32.

The windows of Heaven were open wide, 600.

The winter night is cold and drear, 188.

The word of God to Leyden came, 56.

The word of the Lord by night, 478.

The years are but half a score, 585.

Then will a quiet gather round the door, 678.

There are twenty dead who're sleeping near the slopes of Bud Dajo, 645.

There is blood on thy desolate shore, 606.

"There on the left!" said the colonel; the battle had shuddered and faded away, 445.

There was no union in the land, 492.

These words the poet heard in Paradise, 591.

They come!--they come!--the heroes come, 262.

They fling their flags upon the morn, 632.

They have met at last--as storm-clouds, 423.

They held her South to Magellan's mouth, 637.

They knew they were fighting our war. As the months grew to years, 667.

They say the Spanish ships are out, 621.

They slept on the field which their valor had won, 443.

They've turned at last! Good-by, King George, 183.

Think you the dead are lonely in that place, 674.

This is the place where André met his death, 239.

This was the man God gave us when the hour, 275.

This year, till late in April, the snow fell thick and light, 414.

Those were the conquered, still too proud to yield, 492.

Thou hast not drooped thy stately head, 514.

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State, 660.

Thou wonder of the Atlantic shore, 338.

Though with the North we sympathize, 428.

Thrash away, you'll hev to rattle, 360.

Three days through sapphire seas we sailed, 530.

Three ships of war had Preble when he left the Naples shore, 282.

Through calm and storm the years have led, 574.

Through darkening pines the cavaliers marched on their sunset way, 19.

Through the clangor of the cannon, 302.

Through verdant banks where Thames's branches glide, 70.

Thunder our thanks to her--guns, hearts, and lips, 594.

Thus, some tall tree that long hath stood, 275.

Thus spake the Lord, 610.

Thy blue waves, Patapsco, flow'd soft and serene, 316.

Thy error, Frémont, simply was to act, 477.

Thy merits, Wolfe, transcend all human praise, 123.

Time was he sang the British Brute, 642.

'Tis done--the wondrous thoroughfare, 579.

'Tis God that girds our armor on, 264.

'Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers, 163.

'Tis noonday by the buttonwood, with slender-shadowed bud, 152.

'Tis not the President alone, 649.

'Tis of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars, 223.

'Tis of a little drummer, 451.

To arms, to arms! my jolly grenadiers, 112.

To deities of gauds and gold, 660.

To drive the kine one summer's morn, 233.

To drum-beat and heart-beat, 186.

To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o'er mapless miles of sea, 640.

To Houston at Gonzales town, ride, Ranger, for your life, 355.

To the Cowpens riding proudly, boasting loudly, rebels scorning, 252.

To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise to-day, 77.

"To the winds give our banner," 99.

To western woods and lonely plains, 331.

Toll! Roland, toll, 408.

To-night we strive to read, as we may best, 71.

'Twas a grand display was the prince's ball, 382.

'Twas a wonderful brave fight, 407.

'Twas Captain Church, bescarred and brown, 88.

'Twas Friday morn: the train drew near, 414.

'Twas hurry and scurry at Monmouth town, 213.

'Twas in the reign of George the Third, 135.

'Twas Juet spoke--the Half Moon's mate, 50.

'Twas June on the face of the earth, June with the rose's breath, 161.

'Twas May upon the mountains, and on the airy wing, 157.

'Twas midsummer; cooling breezes all the languid forests fanned, 349.

'Twas night upon the Darro, 15.

'Twas November the fourth, in the year of ninety-one, 332.

'Twas on a pleasant mountain, 251.

'Twas on board the sloop of war, Wasp, boys, 293.

'Twas on the glorious day, 299.

'Twas on the twelfth of April, 405.

'Twas out upon mid-ocean that the San Jacinto hailed, 429.

'Twas the dead of the night. By the pine-knot's red light, 148.

'Twas the heart of the murky night, and the lowest ebb of the tide, 230.

'Twas the proud Sir Peter Parker came sailing in from the sea, 181.

'Twas the very verge of May, 615.

'Twas the year of the famine in Plymouth of old, 62.

'Twixt clouded heights Spain hurls to doom, 636.

Two fleets have sailed from Spain. The one would seek, 622.

Two hours, or more, beyond the prime of a blithe April day, 507.

Unconquer'd captive!--close thine eye, 523.

Under the great hill sloping bare, 80.

Under the walls of Monterey, 364.

Unhappy Boston! see thy sons deplore, 134.

Untrammelled Giant of the West, 609.

Up from the meadows rich with corn, 444.

Up from the South, at break of day, 521.

Up the hillside, down the glen, 358.

Up through a cloudy sky, the sun, 195.

Upon the barren sand, 39.

Vain Britons, boast no longer with proud indignity, 170.

Victorious knights without reproach or fear, 675.

Warden at ocean's gate, 595.

Was there ever message sweeter, 440.

Wave, wave your glorious battle-flags, brave soldiers of the North, 489.

We are coming, Cuba,--coming; our starry banner shines, 629.

We are coming, Father Abraham, three hundred thousand more, 440.

We are the troop that ne'er will stoop, 142.

We could not pause, while yet the noontide air, 519.

We cross the prairie as of old, 389.

We do accept thee, heavenly Peace, 547.

We follow where the Swamp Fox guides, 247.

We have an old mother that peevish is grown, 142.

We have sent him seeds of the melon's core, 562.

We lay in the Trenches we'd dug in the Ground, 162.

We loved the wild clamor of battle, 655.

We mustered at midnight, in darkness we formed, 417.

We sailed to and fro in Erie's broad lake, 303.

We were not many, we who stood, 363.

We were ordered to Samoa from the coast of Panama, 598.

Weak-winged is song, 550.

Wearied arm and broken sword, 38.

"Well, General Grant, have you heard the news," 524.

Well worthy to be magnified are they, 66.

Well, yes, I've lived in Texas since the spring of '61, 402.

Were there no crowns on earth, 538.

What are the thoughts that are stirring his breast, 486.

What are you waiting for, George, I pray, 433.

What distant thunders rend the skies, 220.

What heavy-hoofed coursers the wilderness roam, 305.

What heroes from the woodland sprung, 191.

What is that a-billowing there, 291.

What is the voice I hear, 654.

What mean these peals from every tower, 523.

What! shall the sudden blade, 583.

What! soar'd the old eagle to die at the sun, 353.

What time the Lord drew back the sea, 652.

What time the noble Lovewell came, 108.

When a certain great King, whose initial is G., 258.

When arms and numbers both have failed, 645.

When brave Van Rensselaer cross'd the stream, 292.

When Britain, with envy and malice inflamed, 298.

When British troops first landed here, 256.

When Carolina's hope grew pale, 250.

When Congress sent great Washington, 169.

When darkness prevail'd and aloud on the air, 339.

When fair Columbia was a child, 140.

When Faction, in league with the treacherous Gaul, 241.

When first I saw our banner wave, 478.

When Freedom, fair Freedom, her banner display'd, 279.

When Freedom from her mountain height, 192.

When George the King would punish folk, 138.

When Jack the King's commander, 202.

When Johnny comes marching home again, 549.

When life hath run its largest round, 377.

When North first began, 204.

When Pershing's men go marching into Picardy, marching, marching into Picardy, 671.

When ruthful time the South's memorial places, 564.

When shall the Island Queen of Ocean lay, 318.

When tempest winnowed grain from bran, 445.

When the British fleet lay, 215.

When the dying flame of day, 245.

When the Norn-Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour, 399.

When the vengeance wakes, when the battle breaks, 613.

When the war-cry of Liberty rang through the land, 166.

"When there is Peace, our land no more," 678.

When you speak of the dauntless deeds, 644.

Where may the wearied eye repose, 276.

Where murdered Mumford lies, 476.

Where nowadays the Battery lies, 54.

Where shall we seek for a hero, and where shall we find a story, 132.

Where the dews and the rains of heaven have their fountain, 506.

Where the remote Bermudas ride, 39.

Where the short-legged Esquimaux, 566.

Where the wild wave, from ocean proudly swelling, 323.

Whereas the rebels hereabout, 160.

While far along the eastern sky, 571.

While Sherman stood beneath the hottest fire, 499.

Whilst in peaceful quarters lying, 210.

Who are you, dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, 514.

Who cries that the days of daring are those that are faded far, 630.

Who has not heard of the dauntless Varuna, 474.

Who is this ye say is slain, 416.

Who now dare longer trust thy mother hand, 657.

Who with the soldiers was stanch danger-sharer, 462.

Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, 412.

"Who've ye got there?"--"Only a dying brother," 485.

Why come ye hither, stranger, 193.

Why do I sleep amid the snows, 72.

Wide o'er the valley the pennons are fluttering, 371.

Wide open and unguarded stand our gates, 659.

Will you hear of a bloody battle, 48.

Winds that sweep the southern mountains, 512.

With drooping sail and pennant, 663.

With half the Western world at stake, 328.

With restless step of discontent, 23.

With sharpened pen and wit, one tunes his lays, 52.

With shot and shell, like a loosened hell, 630.

With that pathetic impudence of youth, 677.

Women are timid, cower and shrink, 216.

Yankee Doodle sent to Town, 376.

Yankee Doodle went to war, 425.

Ye brave Columbian bands! a long farewell, 262.

Ye brave sons of Freedom, come join in the chorus, 285.

Ye Columbians so bold, attend while I sing, 2.

Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill, 439.

Ye gentlemen and ladies fair, 326.

Ye jolly Yankee gentlemen, who live at home in ease, 428.

Ye jovial throng, come join the song, 337.

Ye parliament of England, 318.

Ye say they all have passed away, 587.

Ye sons of Columbia, unite in the cause, 278.

Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought, 276.

Ye sons of Massachusetts, all who love that honored name, 85.

Ye sons of Sedition, how comes it to pass, 140.

Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again, 500.

Yes, yes, my boy, there's no mistake, 639.

Yet had his sun not risen; from his lips, 11.

You are looking now on old Tom Moore, 345.

You brave heroic minds, 42.

You dare to say with perjured lips, 664.

You know that day at Peach Tree Creek, 510.

You know there goes a tale, 232.

You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier, 543.

You that crossed the ocean old, 22.

Your threats how vain, Corregidor, 618.

You're a traitor convicted, you know very well, 401.

Zounds! how the price went flashing through, 567.

INDEX OF TITLES

Aaron Burr's Wooing, _E. C. Stedman_, 231.

About Savannah, _Unknown_, 245.

Abraham Lincoln, _W. C. Bryant_, 540.

Abraham Lincoln, _E. C. Stedman_, 538.

Abraham Lincoln, _R. H. Stoddard_, 540.

Abraham Lincoln, _Tom Taylor_, 543.

Abraham Lincoln walks at Midnight, _Vachel Lindsay_, 661.

Acceptation, _M. J. Preston_, 547.

Across the Delaware, _Will Carleton_, 188.

Ad Patriam, _Clinton Scollard_, 660.

Adams and Liberty, _R. T. Paine_, 276.

Additional Verses to Hail Columbia, _O. W. Holmes_, 596.

Adrian Block's Song, _E. E. Hale_, 51.

After the Centennial, _C. P. Cranch_, 578.

After the Comanches, _Unknown_, 579.

After the Fire, _O. W. Holmes_, 571.

After the War, _Richard Le Gallienne_, 678.

Aguinaldo, _Bertrand Shadwell_, 645.

Alabama, The, _Maurice Bell_, 527.

Alamance, _S. W. Whiting_, 135.

Alaska, _Joaquin Miller_, 567.

"Albemarle" Cushing, _J. J. Roche_, 535.

Albert Sidney Johnston, _K. B. Sherwood_, 456.

Albert Sidney Johnston, _F. O. Ticknor_, 457.

Allatoona, _Unknown_, 512.

America, _A. C. Cox_, 2.

America, _S. F. Smith_, ii.

American Flag, The, _J. R. Drake_, 192.

American Independence, _Francis Hopkinson_, 178.

American Patriot's Prayer, The, _Unknown_, 180.

American Soldier's Hymn, The, _Unknown_, 264.

Ancient Prophecy, An, _Philip Freneau_, 258.

André, _C. F. Bates_, 239.

André's Request to Washington, _N. P. Willis_, 238.

Angels of Buena Vista, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 366.

Anne Hutchinson's Exile, _E. E. Hale_, 73.

Apostrophe to the Island of Cuba, _J. G. Percival_, 606.

Arctic Vision, An, _Bret Harte_, 566.

Arizona, _S. M. Hall_, 655.

Armstrong at Fayal, The, _Wallace Rice_, 321.

Arnold at Stillwater, _T. D. English_, 200.

Arnold the Vile Traitor, _Unknown_, 238.

Assault on the Fortress, The, _Timothy Dwight_, 70.

Assunpink and Princeton, _T. D. English_, 189.

Astræa at the Capitol, _J. G. Whittier_, 478.

At Fredericksburg, _J. B. O'Reilly_, 447.

At Port Royal, _J. G. Whittier_, 461.

At the Cannon's Mouth, _Herman Melville_, 537.

At the President's Grave, _R. W. Gilder_, 590.

Attack, The, _T. B. Read_, 463.

Bacon's Epitaph, _Unknown_, 45.

Balboa, _Nora Perry_, 23.

Ballad of Bunker Hill, The, _E. E. Hale_, 162.

Ballad of Chickamauga, The, _Maurice Thompson_, 501.

Ballad of Ishmael Day, The, _Unknown_, 487.

Ballad of Manila Bay, A, _C. G. D. Roberts_, 618.

Ballad of New Orleans, The, _G. H. Boker_, 472.

Ballad of Paco Town, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 644.

Ballad of Redhead's Day, A, _R. B. Glaenzer_, 672.

Ballad of Sweet P, The, _V. W. Cloud_, 186.

Ballad of the Boston Tea-Party, A, _O. W. Holmes_, 136.

Ballad of the Conemaugh Flood, A, _H. D. Rawnsley_, 600.

Ballad of the French Fleet, A, _H. W. Longfellow_, 110.

Ballade of Expansion, _Hilda Johnson_, 642.

Barbara Frietchie, _J. G. Whittier_, 444.

Barney's Invitation, _Philip Freneau_, 226.

Baron Renfrew's Ball, _C. G. Halpine_, 382.

Bartholdi Statue, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 595.

Battle Autumn of 1862, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 460.

Battle Ballad, A, _F. O. Ticknor_, 424.

Battle Cry, _W. H. Venable_, 614.

Battle-Cry of Freedom, The, _G. F. Root_, 500.

Battle-Field, The, _Lloyd Mifflin_, 492.

Battle-Hymn of the Republic, The, _J. W. Howe_, 384.

Battle in the Clouds, The, _W. D. Howells_, 506.

Battle of Baltimore, The, _Unknown_, 315.

Battle of Pennington, The, _T. P. Rodman_, 195.

Battle of Bridgewater, The, _Unknown_, 308.

Battle of Bunker Hill, The, _Unknown_, 167.

Battle of Charleston Harbor, The, _P. H. Hayne_, 507.

Battle of Charlestown, The, _H. H. Brownell_, 395.

Battle of Erie, The, _Unknown_, 303.

Battle of Eutaw, The, _W. G. Simms_, 254.

Battle of King's Mountain, The, _Unknown_, 251.

Battle of Lake Champlain, The, _Philip Freneau_, 312.

Battle of La Prairie, The, _W. D. S. Lighthall_, 101.

Battle of Lookout Mountain, The, _G. H. Boker_, 505.

Battle of Lovell's Pond, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 109.

Battle of Manila, The, _Richard Hovey_, 619.

Battle of Monmouth, The, _Unknown_, 210.

Battle of Monmouth, The, _T. D. English_, 211.

Battle of Morris' Island, The, _Unknown_, 404.

Battle of Murfreesboro, The, _Kinahan Cornwallis_, 459.

Battle of Muskingum, The, _W. H. Safford_, 337.

Battle of New Orleans, The, _T. D. English_, 323.

Battle of Oriskany, The, _C. D. Helmer_, 198.

Battle of Plattsburg, The, _Unknown_, 314.

Battle of Plattsburg Bay, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 313.

Battle of Queenstown, The, _William Banker_, 292.

Battle of Somerset, _C. C. Cullen_, 454.

Battle of Stonington, The, _Philip Freneau_, 309.

Battle of the Cowpens, The, _T. D. English_, 252.

Battle of the Kegs, The, _Francis Hopkinson_, 208.

Battle of the King's Mill, _T. D. English_, 370.

Battle of Tippecanoe, The, _Unknown_, 339.

Battle of Trenton, The, _Unknown_, 188.

Battle of Valparaiso, The, _Unknown_, 307.

Battle Song, _R. B. Wilson_, 613.

Battle Song of the Oregon, _Wallace Rice_, 624.

Bay Fight, The, _H. H. Brownell_, 530.

Beauregard, _C. M. Warfield_, 457.

Before Vicksburg, _G. H. Boker_, 499.

Bells at Midnight, The, _T. B. Aldrich_, 588.

Ben Milam, _W. H. Wharton_, 355.

Bennington, _W. H. Babcock_, 196.

Bermudas, _Andrew Marvell_, 39.

Bethel, _A. J. H. Duganne_, 417.

Betsy's Battle Flag, _Minna Irving_, 191.

Betty Jane, _T. D. English_, 216.

Beyond the Potomac, _P. H. Hayne_, 443.

Beyond Wars, _David Morton_, 678.

Bivouac of the Dead, The, _Theodore O'Hara_, 368.

Black Regiment, The, _G. H. Boker_, 500.

Blasted Herb, The, _Mesech Weare_, 139.

Blennerhassett's Island, _T. B. Read_, 335.

Blood is Thicker than Water, _Wallace Rice_, 380.

Blue and the Gray, The, _F. M. Finch_, 563.

Boasting of Sir Peter Parker, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 181.

Bob Anderson, my Beau, _Unknown_, 403.

Bombardment of Bristol, The, _Unknown_, 171.

Bonhomme Richard and Serapis, The, _Philip Freneau_, 225.

Bonnie Blue Flag, The, _Annie Ketchum_, 413.

Boston, _J. B. O'Reilly_, 570.

Boston Hymn, _R. W. Emerson_, 478.

Bower of Peace, The, _Robert Southey_, 318.

Boy Brittan, _Forceythe Willson_, 455.

Braddock's Fate, _Stephen Tilden_, 112.

Brave Paulding and the Spy, _Unknown_, 237.

Brave Wolfe, _Unknown_, 122.

Breath on the Oat, _J. R. Taylor_, 641.

Brest Left Behind, _J. C. Farrar_, 674.

"Brigade must not know, Sir, The," _Unknown_, 485.

Britannia to Columbia, _Alfred Austin_, 654.

British Grenadier, The, _Unknown_, 132.

British Lyon roused, The, _Stephen Tilden_, 111.

British Valor displayed, _Francis Hopkinson_, 208.

Brooklyn at Santiago, The, _Wallace Rice_, 636.

Brooklyn Bridge, _C. G. D. Roberts_, 593.

Brooklyn Bridge, The, _Edna Dean Proctor_, 593.

Brother Jonathan's Lament for Sister Caroline, _O. W. Holmes_, 400.

Brown of Ossawatomie, _J. G. Whittier_, 396.

Buena Vista, _Albert Pike_, 364.

Buffalo, _F. E. Coates_, 649.

Bunker Hill, _G. H. Calvert_, 162.

Burial of Barber, _J. G. Whittier_, 389.

Burial of Latané, The, _J. R. Thompson_, 437.

Burning of Jamestown, The, _T. D. English_, 44.

Bury Them, _H. H. Brownell_, 508.

Butler's Proclamation, _P. H. Hayne_, 476.

By the Conemaugh, _F. E. Coates_, 599.

By the Potomac, _T. B. Aldrich_, 449.

C. A. S. Commissioners, The, _Unknown_, 428.

Cable Hymn, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 565.

Caldwell of Springfield, _Bret Harte_, 232.

California, _L. H. Sigourney_, 346.

"Call All," _Unknown_, 412.

Call to Arms, A, _M. R. S. Andrews_, 668.

Call to the Colors, The, _Arthur Guiterman_, 627.

Canonicus and Roger Williams, _Unknown_, 73.

Can't, _H. P. Spofford_, 519.

Captive Ships at Manila, The, _Dorothy Paul_, 666.

Captive's Hymn, The, _E. D. Proctor_, 123.

Capture of Little York, _Unknown_, 298.

Carmen Bellicosum, _G. H. McMaster_, 206.

Carolina, _Henry Timrod_, 515.

Cassandra Southwick, _J. G. Whittier_, 77.

Cast Down, but not Destroyed, _Unknown_, 427.

Cedar Mountain, _Annie Fields_, 441.

Centennial Hymn, _J. G. Whittier_, 573.

Centennial Hymn, _W. C. Bryant_, 574.

Centennial Meditation of Columbia, The, _Sidney Lanier_, 573.

Cervera, _Bertrand Shadwell_, 638.

Charge at Santiago, The, _W. H. Hayne_, 630.

Charge by the Ford, The, _T. D. English_, 438.

Charleston, _Henry Timrod_, 507.

Charleston, _P. H. Hayne_, 515.

Charleston, _R. W. Gilder_, 594.

Chesapeake and Shannon, _Unknown_, 301.

Chicago, _Bret Harte_, 569.

Chicago, _J. B. O'Reilly_, 569.

Chicago, _J. G. Whittier_, 568.

Christopher of the Shenandoah, _A. E. M. Thomas_, 520.

Church of the Revolution, The, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 570.

Civil War, _C. D. Shanly_, 432.

Clerical Oppressors, _J. G. Whittier_, 385.

Colonel Ellsworth, _R. H. Stoddard_, 416.

Columbia, _Timothy Dwight_, 180.

Columbus, _E. E. Hale_, 18.

Columbus, _Joaquin Miller_, 14.

Columbus, _L. H. Sigourney_, 9.

Columbus and the Mayflower, _Lord Houghton_, 18.

Columbus at the Convent, _J. T. Trowbridge_, 10.

Columbus Dying, _E. D. Proctor_, 18.

Columbus in Chains, _Philip Freneau_, 17.

Columbus to Ferdinand, _Philip Freneau_, 9.

Come, ye lads, who wish to shine, _Unknown_, 287.

Comfort of the Trees, The, _R. W. Gilder_, 650.

Complaint of New Amsterdam, The, _Jacob Steendam_, 53.

Comrades, _H. R. Dorr_, 629.

Conemaugh, _E. S. P. Ward_, 601.

Conquered Banner, The, _A. J. Ryan_, 547.

Constellation and the Insurgente, The, _Unknown_, 280.

Constitution and the Guerrière, The, _Unknown_, 288.

Constitution's Last Fight, The, _J. J. Roche_, 327.

Convention Song, _Unknown_, 271.

Cornwallis's Surrender, _Unknown_, 256.

Cow-Chace, The, _John André_, 233.

Craven, _Henry Newbolt_, 527.

Crisis, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 372.

Crispus Attucks, _J. B. O'Reilly_, 132.

Crossing at Fredericksburg, The, _G. H. Boker_, 446.

Cruise of the Fair American, The, _Unknown_, 219.

Cruise of the Monitor, The, _G. H. Boker_, 467.

Cry to Arms, A, _Henry Timrod_, 411.

Cuba, _E. C. Stedman_, 607.

Cuba, _Harvey Rice_, 608.

Cuba Libre, _Joaquin Miller_, 609.

Cuba to Columbia, _Will Carleton_, 608.

Cumberland, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 464.

Cumberland, The, _Herman Melville_, 466.

Custer, _E. C. Stedman_, 583.

Custer's Last Charge, _Frederick Whittaker_, 582.

"Cut the Cables," _R. B. Wilson_, 622.

Dance, The, _Unknown_, 256.

Daniel Webster, _O. W. Holmes_, 377.

Darien, _Edwin Arnold_, 651.

Daughter of the Regiment, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 462.

Daughter's Rebellion, The, _Francis Hopkinson_, 140.

"Days of 'Forty-Nine, The," _Unknown_, 345.

Dead, The, _David Morton_, 674.

Dead President, The, _E. R. Sill_, 538.

Dear President, The, _J. J. Piatt_, 539.

Death of Colman, The, _Thomas Frost_, 50.

Death of General Pike, The, _Laughton Osborn_, 299.

Death of Goody Nurse, The, _R. T. Cooke_, 90.

Death of Harrison, The, _N. P. Willis_, 353.

Death of Jefferson, The, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 349.

Death of Lyon, The, _Henry Peterson_, 453.

Death of the Lincoln Despotism, _Unknown_, 429.

Death of Warren, The, _Epes Sargent_, 166.

Death of Wolfe, The, _Unknown_, 123.

Death Song, _Alonzo Lewis_, 70.

Debate in the Sennit, The, _J. R. Lowell_, 386.

Deed of Lieutenant Miles, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 644.

Deeds of Valor at Santiago, _Clinton Scollard_, 630.

Defeat and Victory, _Wallace Rice_, 302.

Defence of Lawrence, The, _Richard Realf_, 390.

Defence of the Alamo, The, _Joaquin Miller_, 357.

Descent on Middlesex, The, _Peter St. John_, 242.

Destroyer of Destroyers, The, _Wallace Rice_, 635.

Dewey and His Men, _Wallace Rice_, 617.

Dewey at Manila, _R. U. Johnson_, 615.

Dewey in Manila Bay, _R. V. Risley_, 620.

Dirge for Ashby, _M. J. Preston_, 439.

Dirge for a Soldier, _G. H. Boker_, 442.

Dirge for McPherson, A, _Herman Melville_, 511.

Dirge for One who fell in Battle, _T. W. Parsons_, 419.

Discovery of San Francisco Bay, _R. E. White_, 343.

Dixie, _Albert Pike_, 411.

Down the Little Big Horn, _Francis Brooks_, 580.

Downfall of Piracy, The, _Benjamin Franklin_, 48.

Draft Riot, The, _Charles de Kay_, 496.

Dragon of the Seas, The, _T. N. Page_, 621.

Driving Home the Cows, _K. P. Osgood_, 550.

Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson, The, _Sidney Lanier_, 486.

Eagle and Vulture, The, _T. B. Read_, 525.

Eagle of Corinth, The, _H. H. Brownell_, 458.

Eagle's Song, The, _Richard Mansfield_, 558.

Eight Volunteers, _L. C. Bailey_, 626.

El Emplazado, _W. H. Venable_, 613.

Ellsworth, _Unknown_, 416.

Emancipation from British Dependence, _Philip Freneau_, 176.

Embarkation, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 115.

England and America in 1782, _Alfred Tennyson_, 262.

Enterprise and Boxer, _Unknown_, 302.

Epicedium, _J. C. Miller_, 673.

Epigram, _Unknown_, 144.

Epigram, _Unknown_, 238.

Epigram on the Poor of Boston, _Unknown_, 140.

Essex Regiment March, _G. E. Woodberry_, 628.

Ethiopia Saluting the Colors, _Walt Whitman_, 514.

Eutaw Springs, _Philip Freneau_, 255.

Evacuation of New York by the British, _Unknown_, 262.

Eve of Bunker Hill, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 161.

Expedition to Wessagusset, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 63.

Fairest of Freedom's Daughters, _J. E. Rankin_, 594.

Faithful unto Death, _R. H. Titherington_, 650.

Fall of Maubila, The, _T. D. English_, 27.

Fall of Richmond, The, _Herman Melville_, 523.

Fall of Tecumseh, The, _Unknown_, 305.

Family of Nations, The, _Willard Wattles_, 677.

Farewell, Peace, _Unknown_, 287.

Farragut, _W. T. Meredith_, 528.

Fate of John Burgoyne, The, _Unknown_, 202.

Federal Constitution, The, _William Milns_, 272.

Federal Convention, The, _Unknown_, 269.

Fight at Dajo, The, _A. E. Wood_, 645.

Fight at San Jacinto, The, _J. W. Palmer_, 357.

Fight at Sumter, The, _Unknown_, 407.

Fight of the Armstrong Privateer, The, _J. J. Roche_, 319.

Fight over the Body of Keitt, The, _Unknown_, 391.

Fighting Race, The, _J. I. C. Clarke_, 611.

Final Struggle, The, _L. J. Block_, 11.

First American Congress, The, _Joel Barlow_, 273.

First American Sailors, The, _Wallace Rice_, 34.

First Proclamation of Miles Standish, The, _M. J. Preston_, 58.

First Thanksgiving, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 68.

First Thanksgiving Day, The, _M. J. Preston_, 60.

First Three, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 669.

First Voyage of John Cabot, The, _Unknown_, 19.

Firstfruits in 1812, _Wallace Rice_, 291.

Five Kernels of Corn, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 62.

Flag, The, _J. J. Roche_, 378.

Flawless his Heart, _J. R. Lowell_, 128.

Fleet at Santiago, The, _C. E. Russell_, 634.

Foe at the Gates, The, _J. D. Bruns_, 516.

Fort Bowyer, _C. L. S. Jones_, 323.

Fort Duquesne, _F. B. Plimpton_, 119.

Fort McHenry, _Unknown_, 316.

Founders of Ohio, The, _W. H. Venable_, 335.

Fountain of Youth, The, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 21.

Fourth of July, The, _John Pierpont_, 179.

Fredericksburg, _T. B. Aldrich_, 449.

Free America, _Joseph Warren_, 140.

From Potomac to Merrimac, _E. E. Hale_, 49.

Full Cycle, _J. W. Chadwick_, 640.

Gallant Fifty-One, The, _H. L. Flash_, 606.

Gallant Fighting "Joe," The, _James Stevenson_, 436.

Garfield's Ride at Chickamauga, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 503.

Gathering, The, _H. B. Swett_, 629.

General Armstrong, The, _Unknown_, 296.

General Howe's Letter, _Unknown_, 205.

George Washington, _J. H. Ingham_, 275.

Geronimo, _Ernest McGaffey_, 586.

Gettysburg, _E. C. Stedman_, 489.

Gettysburg, _J. J. Roche_, 492.

Giles Corey, _Unknown_, 96.

Glory Hallelujah, or John Brown's Body, _C. S. Hall_, 397.

God makes a Path, _Roger Williams_, 72.

God save our President, _F. de H. Janvier_, 403.

Gospel of Peace, The, _J. J. Roche_, 607.

Grandmother's Story of Bunker-Hill Battle, _O. W. Holmes_, 163.

Great Bell Roland, The, _Theodore Tilton_, 408.

Great Swamp Fight, The, _Caroline Hazard_, 83.

Green Mountain Boys, The, _W. C. Bryant_, 157.

Greeting from England, _Unknown_, 614.

"Grey Horse Troop," The, _R. W. Chambers_, 585.

Grover Cleveland, _Joel Benton_, 658.

Guns in the Grass, The, _Thomas Frost_, 361.

Haarlem Heights, _Arthur Guiterman_, 183.

Hail Columbia, _Joseph Hopkinson_, 277.

Half-Mast, _Lloyd Mifflin_, 611.

Halifax Station, _Unknown_, 289.

Henry Hudson's Quest, _B. E. Stevenson_, 50.

Herndon, _S. W. Mitchell_, 380.

Hero of Bridgewater, The, _C. L. S. Jones_, 309.

High Tide at Gettysburg, The, _W. H. Thompson_, 491.

Hobson and His Men, _Robert Loveman_, 627.

Hooker's Across, _G. H. Boker_, 483.

Hot Stuff, _Edward Botwood_, 121.

How Cyrus laid the Cable, _J. G. Saxe_, 565.

How McClellan took Manassas, _Unknown_, 434.

How Old Brown took Harper's Ferry, _E. C. Stedman_, 393.

How stands the Glass around, _James Wolfe_, 121.

How the Cumberland went down, _S. W. Mitchell_, 466.

How we became a Nation, _H. P. Spofford_, 138.

How we burned the Philadelphia, _Barrett Eastman_, 281.

Hull's Surrender, _Unknown_, 287.

Hunters of Kentucky, The, _Unknown_, 326.

Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem, _H. W. Longfellow_, 245.

Hymn of the West, _E. C. Stedman_, 653.

"I Give my Soldier Boy a Blade," _Unknown_, 413.

Ichabod, _J. G. Whittier_, 388.

Illumination for Victories in Mexico, _Grace Greenwood_, 371.

In Apia Bay, _C. G. D. Roberts_, 597.

In the Land where we were Dreaming, _D. B. Lucas_, 546.

Independence Day, _Royall Tyler_, 179.

Indian Names, _L. H. Sigourney_, 587.

Inspiration, The, _James Montgomery_, 8.

International Episode, An, _C. T. Duer_, 598.

Islands of the Sea, The, _G. E. Woodberry_, 641.

Israel Freyer's Bid for Gold, _E. C. Stedman_, 567.

J. A. G., _J. W. Howe_, 589.

Jack Creamer, _J. J. Roche_, 295.

Jackson at New Orleans, _Wallace Rice_, 325.

Jefferson D., _H. C. Cornwell_, 401.

Jefferson Davis, _W. M. Bell_, 545.

John Brown, _E. D. Proctor_, 397.

John Brown: A Paradox, _L. I. Guiney_, 397.

John Brown's Body, _C. S. Hall_, 397.

John Burns of Gettysburg, _Bret Harte_, 493.

John Charles Frémont, _C. F. Lummis_, 345.

John Filson, _W. H. Venable_, 331.

John Pelham, _J. R. Randall_, 482.

John Smith's Approach to Jamestown, _J. B. Hope_, 38.

John Underhill, _J. G. Whittier_, 74.

Johnny Appleseed, _W. H. Venable_, 334.

Jonathan to John, _J. R. Lowell_, 430.

Just One Signal, _Unknown_, 614.

Kane, _Fitz-James O'Brien_, 379.

Kansas Emigrants, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 389.

Kearny at Seven Pines, _E. C. Stedman_, 437.

Kearsarge, _S. W. Mitchell_, 526.

Kearsarge, The, _J. J. Roche_, 602.

Kearsarge and Alabama, _Unknown_, 526.

Keenan's Charge, _G. P. Lathrop_, 484.

Kentucky Belle, _C. F. Woolson_, 494.

Kidnapping of Sims, The, _John Pierpont_, 388.

King of the Belgians, _M. C. Smith_, 676.

King Philip's Last Stand, _Clinton Scollard_, 88.

King's Missive, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 80.

King's Own Regulars, The, _Unknown_, 150.

Klondike, The, _E. A. Robinson_, 604.

Ku-Klux, _Madison Cawein_, 562.

La Fayette, _Dolly Madison_, 349.

Lamentable Ballad of the Bloody Brook, The, _E. E. Hale_, 82.

Land of the Wilful Gospel, _Sidney Lanier_, 265.

Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers, _Felicia Hemans_, 57.

Last Appendix to "Yankee Doodle," The, _Unknown_, 376.

Last Meeting of Pocahontas and the Great Captain, The, _M. J. Preston_, 43.

Last Reservation, The, _Walter Learned_, 586.

Laus Deo, _J. G. Whittier_, 481.

Le Marais du Cygne, _J. G. Whittier_, 392.

League of Nations, The, _Mary Siegrist_, 677.

Lecompton's Black Brigade, _C. G. Halpine_, 398.

Lee to the Rear, _J. R. Thompson_, 518.

Lee's Parole, _Marion Manville_, 524.

Legend of Walbach Tower, The, _George Houghton_, 306.

Legend of Waukulla, The, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 19.

Lexington, _Sidney Lanier_, 146.

Lexington, _O. W. Holmes_, 147.

Lexington, _J. G. Whittier_, 153.

Liberty Enlightening the World, _E. C. Stedman_, 595.

Liberty Pole, The, _Unknown_, 131.

Liberty Tree, _Thomas Paine_, 141.

Lincoln, _S. W. Mitchell_, 537.

Lincoln at Gettysburg, _Bayard Taylor_, 497.

Lincoln, the Man of the People, _Edwin Markham_, 399.

Little Big Horn, _Ernest McGaffey_, 581.

Little Black-Eyed Rebel, The, _Will Carleton_, 209.

Little Drummer, The, _R. H. Stoddard_, 451.

Little Giffen, _F. O. Ticknor_, 460.

Logan at Peach Tree Creek, _Hamlin Garland_, 510.

Lord North's Recantation, _Unknown_, 204.

Lords of the Main, The, _Joseph Stansbury_, 241.

Lost War-Sloop, The, _E. D. Proctor_, 311.

Louisburg, _Unknown_, 110.

Lovewell's Fight, _Unknown_, 106.

Lovewell's Fight, _Unknown_, 108.

Lust of Gold, The, _James Montgomery_, 24.

Macdonald's Raid, _P. H. Hayne_, 248.

McIlrath of Malate, _J. J. Rooney_, 639.

McKinley, _Unknown_, 649.

Malvern Hill, _Herman Melville_, 439.

Man who rode to Conemaugh, The, _J. E. Bowen_, 599.

Manassas, _C. M. Warfield_, 423.

Manila Bay, _Arthur Hale_, 618.

Marais du Cygne, Le, _J. G. Whittier_, 392.

Marching Song, _Diana Burnet_, 671.

Marching Song of Stark's Men, The, _E. E. Hale_, 193.

Marching through Georgia, _H. C. Work_, 513.

Mare Liberum, _Henry van Dyke_, 664.

Marriage of Pocahontas, The, _M. M. Webster_, 43.

Marthy Virginia's Hand, _G. P. Lathrop_, 445.

Martyrs of the Maine, The, _Rupert Hughes_, 612.

Maryland Battalion, The, _J. W. Palmer_, 183.

Maryland Resolves, _Unknown_, 142.

Massachusetts Song of Liberty, _Mercy Warren_, 143.

Mayflower, _J. B. O'Reilly_, 594.

Mayflower, The, _E. W. Ellsworth_, 59.

Mecklenburg Declaration, The, _W. C. Elam_, 156.

Men behind the Guns, The, _J. J. Rooney_, 637.

Men of the Alamo, The, _J. J. Roche_, 355.

Men of the Maine, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 609.

Men of the Merrimac, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 626.

Men of the North and West, _R. H. Stoddard_, 409.

"Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin," _Madison Cawein_, 620.

Message, A, _E. S. Phelps_, 440.

Midnight--September 19, 1881, _J. B. O'Reilly_, 589.

Miles Keogh's Horse, _John Hay_, 584.

Minute-Men of Northboro', The, _Wallace Rice_, 152.

Mr. Hosea Biglow speaks, _J. R. Lowell_, 360.

"Mr. Johnson's Policy of Reconstruction," _C. G. Halpine_, 559.

Mistress Hale of Beverly, _Lucy Larcom_, 97.

Modern Jonas, The, _Unknown_, 232.

Molly Pitcher, _L. E. Richards_, 213.

Molly Pitcher, _K. B. Sherwood_, 213.

Monterey, _C. F. Hoffman_, 363.

Montgomery at Quebec, _Clinton Scollard_, 171.

Morgan Stanwood, _Hiram Rich_, 151.

Mosby at Hamilton, _Madison Cawein_, 482.

Mother Country, The, _Benjamin Franklin_, 142.

Mothers of the West, The, _W. D. Gallagher_, 330.

Mugford's Victory, _J. W. Chadwick_, 174.

Mumford, _I. M. Porter_, 476.

My Maryland, _J. R. Randall_, 415.

Mystery of Cro-a-tàn, The, _M. J. Preston_, 36.

Nathan Hale, _Unknown_, 185.

Nathan Hale, _F. M. Finch_, 186.

National Ode, The, _Bayard Taylor_, 575.

National Song, _W. H. Venable_, 659.

Ned Braddock, _J. W. Palmer_, 114.

New Ballad, A, _Unknown_, 205.

New-Come Chief, The, _J. R. Lowell_, 168.

New England's Annoyances, _Unknown_, 65.

New England's Chevy Chase, _E. E. Hale_, 148.

New England's Growth, _William Bradford_, 69.

New National Hymn, _F. M. Crawford_, 596.

New Roof, The, _Francis Hopkinson_, 270.

New Song, A, _Unknown_, 137.

New Song, A, _Joseph Stansbury_, 240.

New Song called the Gaspee, A, _Unknown_, 135.

New Song to an Old Tune, A, _Unknown_, 432.

New War Song by Sir Peter Parker, A, _Unknown_, 182.

Newes from Virginia, _Richard Rich_, 40.

News from Yorktown, _L. W. Smith_, 257.

Nineteenth of April, The, _Lucy Larcom_, 414.

No More Words, _Franklin Lushington_, 410.

Norembega, _J. G. Whittier_, 32.

Norsemen, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 4.

O Captain! My Captain, _Walt Whitman_, 537.

O Land Beloved, _G. E. Woodberry_, 660.

Obsequies of Stuart, _J. R. Thompson_, 519.

Occasioned by General Washington's Arrival in Philadelphia, on his Way to his Residence in Virginia, _Philip Freneau_, 263.

Ocean-Fight, The, _Unknown_, 310.

Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers fallen for France, _Alan Seeger_, 664.

Ode in Time of Hesitation, An, _W. V. Moody_, 646.

Ode on the Unveiling of the Shaw Memorial on Boston Common, An, _T. B. Aldrich_, 603.

Ode recited at the Harvard Commemoration, _J. R. Lowell_, 550.

Ode to Jamestown, _J. K. Paulding_, 46.

Ode to Peace, _Unknown_, 329.

Ode to the Inhabitants of Pennsylvania, _Unknown_, 114.

Off from Boston, _Unknown_, 176.

"Off Manilly," _E. V. Cooke_, 618.

"Oh Mother of a Mighty Race," _W. C. Bryant_, 268.

Old Cove, The, _H. H. Brownell_, 401.

Old Fort Meigs, _Unknown_, 300.

Old Ironsides, _O. W. Holmes_, 351.

Old Santa Fé Trail, The, _Richard Burton_, 346.

Old Tippecanoe, _Unknown_, 353.

On a Fortification at Boston begun by Women, _Benjamin Tompson_, 85.

On a Soldier fallen in the Philippines, _W. V. Moody_, 643.

On Board the Cumberland, _G. H. Boker_, 464.

On Captain Barney's Victory over the Ship General Monk, _Philip Freneau_, 227.

On Disbanding the Army, _David Humphreys_, 262.

On Fort Sumter, _Unknown_, 403.

On Independence, _J. M. Sewall_, 179.

On Laying the Corner-Stone of the Bunker Hill Monument, _John Pierpont_, 348.

On Sir Henry Clinton's Recall, _Unknown_, 259.

On the Big Horn, _J. G. Whittier_, 585.

On the British Invasion, _Philip Freneau_, 312.

On the British King's Speech, _Philip Freneau_, 261.

On the Capture of the Guerrière, _Philip Freneau_, 290.

On the Death of Benjamin Franklin, _Philip Freneau_, 275.

On the Death of Captain Nicholas Biddle, _Philip Freneau_, 220.

On the Death of Commodore Oliver H. Perry, _J. G. C. Brainard_, 347.

On the Death of "Jackson," _Unknown_, 417.

On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake, _Fitz-Greene Halleck_, 348.

On the Death of M. D'Ossoli and his Wife, Margaret Fuller, _W. S. Landor_, 376.

On the Death of President Garfield, _O. W. Holmes_, 590.

On the Defeat at Ticonderoga or Carilong, _Unknown_, 117.

On the Defeat of Henry Clay, _W. W. Lord_, 376.

On the Departure of the British from Charleston, _Philip Freneau_, 260.

On the Discoveries of Captain Lewis, _Joel Barlow_, 341.

On the Emigration to America and Peopling the Western Country, _Philip Freneau_, 331.

On the Eve of War, _Danske Dandridge_, 612.

On the Late Successful Expedition against Louisbourg, _Francis Hopkinson_, 118.

On the Snake depicted at the Head of Some American Newspapers, _Unknown_, 140.

On to Richmond, _J. R. Thompson_, 426.

Ortiz, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 26.

Our Country, _J. W. Howe_, 71.

Our Country's Call, _W. C. Bryant_, 410.

Our First Century, _G. E. Woodberry_, 572.

"Our Left," _F. O. Ticknor_, 441.

Our Modest Doughboys, _Charlton Andrews_, 671.

Our National Banner, _Dexter Smith_, 578.

Out and Fight, _C. G. Leland_, 409.

Outward Bound, _E. S. Tylee_, 650.

Pacific Railway, The, _C. R. Ballard_, 579.

Panama, _A. T. Jones_, 652.

Panama, _J. J. Roche_, 651.

Pardon, _J. W. Howe_, 539.

Parricide, _J. W. Howe_, 542.

Parson Allen's Ride, _Wallace Bruce_, 194.

## Parting of the Ways, The, _J. B. Gilder_, 609.

Paul Jones, _Unknown_, 222.

Paul Jones, _Unknown_, 224.

Paul Jones--A New Song, _Unknown_, 224.

Paul Revere's Ride, _H. W. Longfellow_, 144.

Peace, _Phoebe Cary_, 548.

Peace, _A. D. T. Whitney_, 547.

Peace Message, The, _B. E. Stevenson_, 60.

Pennsylvania Song, _Unknown_, 142.

Pentucket, _J. G. Whittier_, 105.

Perry's Victory, _Unknown_, 303.

Perry's Victory--A Song, _Unknown_, 305.

Pershing at the Tomb of Lafayette, _A. J. Burr_, 667.

Peter Stuyvesant's New Year's Call, _E. C. Stedman_, 54.

Picket-Guard, The, _E. L. Beers_, 433.

Pilgrim Fathers, The, _John Pierpont_, 66.

Pilgrim Fathers, The, _William Wordsworth_, 66.

Plea for Flood Ireson, A, _C. T. Brooks_, 284.

Pocahontas, _G. P. Morris_, 39.

Pocahontas, _W. M. Thackeray_, 38.

Poem containing Some Remarks on the Present War, A, _Unknown_, 173.

Ponce de Leon, _E. M. Thomas_, 22.

Praise of New Netherland, The, _Jacob Steendam_, 52.

President Garfield, _H. W. Longfellow_, 591.

Private Blair of the Regulars, _Clinton Scollard_, 631.

Prize of the Margaretta, The, _Will Carleton_, 155.

Proclamation, A, _Unknown_, 138.

Proclamation, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 76.

Proclamation, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 480.

Progress of Sir Jack Drag, The, _Unknown_, 200.

Prologue from "Giles Corey of the Salem Farms," _H. W. Longfellow_, 88.

Prologue from "John Endicott," _H. W. Longfellow_, 71.

Prophecy, _Gulian Verplanck_, 144.

Prophecy, _Luigi Pulci_, 7.

Prophecy, A, _Arthur Lee_, 125.

Put it Through, _E. E. Hale_, 509.

Quivíra, _Arthur Guiterman_, 31.

Race of the Oregon, The, _J. J. Meehan_, 624.

Radical Song of 1786, A, _St. John Honeywood_, 269.

Ready, _Phoebe Cary_, 461.

Rear Guard, The, _I. F. Brown_, 562.

"Rebels," _Ernest Crosby_, 643.

Reid at Fayal, _J. W. Palmer_, 319.

Rejoice, _Joaquin Miller_, 587.

Reparation or War, _Unknown_, 286.

Republic, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 660.

Republic to Republic, _Witter Bynner_, 666.

Resurge San Francisco, _Joaquin Miller_, 658.

Return, The, _E. R. Cox_, 676.

Reuben, James, _J. J. Roche_, 282.

Reveille, The, _Bret Harte_, 442.

Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 583.

Ride of Collins Graves, The, _J. B. O'Reilly_, 571.

Riding with Kilpatrick, _Clinton Scollard_, 488.

Rifleman's Song at Bennington, The, _Unknown_, 193.

Rio Bravo, _C. F. Hoffman_, 362.

Rising, The, _T. B. Read_, 154.

River Fight, The, _H. H. Brownell_, 468.

Road to France, The, _Daniel Henderson_, 667.

Robert E. Lee, _Julia Ward Howe_, 524.

Rodney's Ride, _Unknown_, 177.

Roper Williams, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 72.

Romance, _W. E. Henley_, 516.

Rouge Bouquet, _Joyce Kilmer_, 670.

Royal Adventurer, The, _Philip Freneau_, 241.

Run from Manassas Junction, The, _Unknown_, 425.

Running the Batteries, _Herman Melville_, 498.

Running the Blockade, _Nora Perry_, 215.

Rush of the Oregon, The, _Arthur Guiterman_, 637.

Sa-cá-ga-we-a, _E. D. Proctor_, 340.

Sack of Deerfield, The, _T. D. English_, 102.

Sailing of the Fleet, The, _Unknown_, 622.

Sainclaire's Defeat, _Unknown_, 332.

St. John, _J. G. Whittier_, 99.

Saint Leger, _Clinton Scollard_, 199.

Salem, _E. C. Stedman_, 89.

Salem Witch, A, _E. P. Clarke_, 91.

San Francisco, _J. V. Cheney_, 657.

San Francisco, _Joaquin Miller_, 657.

Santiago, _T. A. Janvier_, 633.

Saratoga Song, _Unknown_, 202.

Savannah, _A. S. Burroughs_, 514.

Sea and Land Victories, _Unknown_, 328.

Second Review of the Grand Army, A, _Bret Harte_, 548.

Seicheprey, _Unknown_, 672.

Sergeant Champe, _Unknown_, 239.

Settler, The, _A. B. Street_, 329.

Seventy-Six, _W. C. Bryant_, 191.

Shannon and the Chesapeake, The, _T. T. Bouvé_, 300.

Sheridan at Cedar Creek, _Herman Melville_, 521.

Sheridan's Ride, _T. B. Read_, 521.

Sherman's in Savannah, _O. W. Holmes_, 514.

Sherman's March to the Sea, _S. H. M. Byers_, 512.

Ship Canal from the Atlantic to the Pacific, The, _Francis Lieber_, 374.

Shop and Freedom, _Unknown_, 428.

Siege of Chapultepec, The, _W. H. Lytle_, 371.

Sinking of the Merrimack, The, _Lucy Larcom_, 468.

Sir Henry Clinton's Invitation to the Refugees, _Philip Freneau_, 229.

Sir Humphrey Gilbert, _H. W. Longfellow_, 34.

Skeleton in Armor, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 6.

Skipper Ireson's Ride, _J. G. Whittier_, 283.

Song, A, _Unknown_, 130.

Song, A, _Unknown_, 157.

Song, A, _Unknown_, 172.

Song about Charleston, A, _Unknown_, 246.

Song of Braddock's Men, The, _Unknown_, 112.

Song of Marion's Men, _W. C. Bryant_, 248.

Song of Panama, A, _A. D. Runyon_, 652.

Song of Sherman's Army, The, _C. G. Halpine_, 513.

Song of Texas, _W. H. C. Hosmer_, 358.

Song of the Flags, The, _S. W. Mitchell_, 655.

Song of the Pilgrims, _T. C. Upham_, 57.

Song on Captain Barney's Victory over the Ship General Monk, _Philip Freneau_, 227.

Sonnets written in the Fall of 1914, _G. E. Woodberry_, 661.

South Carolina, The, _Unknown_, 228.

South Carolina to the States of the North, _P. H. Hayne_, 561.

Spain's Last Armada, _Wallace Rice_, 632.

Spirit of the Maine, The, _Tudor Jenks_, 621.

Spool of Thread, A, _S. E. Eastman_, 402.

"Stack Arms," _J. B. Alston_, 545.

Star, The, _M. C. Smith_, 674.

Star-Spangled Banner, The, _F. S. Key_, 317.

Steer, Bold Mariner, On, _Friedrich Schiller_, 12.

Stonewall Jackson, _H. L. Flash_, 486.

Stonewall Jackson's Way, _J. W. Palmer_, 483.

Storming of Stony Point, The, _Arthur Guiterman_, 230.

Story of Vinland, The, _Sidney Lanier_, 3.

Stricken South to the North, The, _P. H. Hayne_, 564.

Strike the Blow, _Unknown_, 625.

Sudbury Fight, The, _Wallace Rice_, 85.

Sumter, _H. H. Brownell_, 408.

Sumter, _E. C. Stedman_, 404.

Sumter--A Ballad of 1861, _Unknown_, 405.

Sumter's Band, _J. W. Simmons_, 250.

Surprise at Ticonderoga, The, _M. A. P. Stansbury_, 157.

Surrender at Appomattox, The, _Herman Melville_, 524.

Surrender of Cornwallis, The, _Unknown_, 257.

Surrender of New Orleans, The, _Marion Manville_, 475.

Swamp Fox, The, _W. G. Simms_, 247.

Tardy George, _Unknown_, 433.

Tennessee, _V. F. Boyle_, 603.

Terrapin War, _Unknown_, 286.

Texas, _J. G. Whittier_, 358.

Thaddeus Stevens, _Phoebe Cary_, 560.

Thanksgiving for America, The, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 15.

Thanksgiving Hymn, _Unknown_, 264.

Thanksgiving in Boston Harbor, The, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 67.

Theodosia Burr, _J. W. Palmer_, 316.

Thomas at Chickamauga, _K. B. Sherwood_, 502.

Those Rebel Flags, _J. H. Jewett_, 654.

Three Hundred Thousand More, _J. S. Gibbons_, 440.

Through Baltimore, _Bayard Taylor_, 414.

Through Fire in Mobile Bay, _Unknown_, 529.

Times, The, _Unknown_, 285.

To Aaron Burr, under Trial for High Treason, _S. W. Morton_, 338.

To America, on Her First Sons Fallen in the Great War, _E. M. Walker_, 670.

To Arms, _Park Benjamin_, 363.

To John C. Frémont, _J. G. Whittier_, 477.

To San Francisco, _S. J. Alexander_, 657.

To Spain--A Last Word, _E. M. Thomas_, 612.

To the Defenders of New Orleans, _J. R. Drake_, 326.

To the Federal Convention, _Timothy Dwight_, 270.

To the Returning Brave, _R. U. Johnson_, 675.

To the Thirty-Ninth Congress, _J. G. Whittier_, 559.

To the United States of America, _Robert Bridges_, 666.

To the Virginian Voyage, _Michael Drayton_, 42.

To William Lloyd Garrison, _J. G. Whittier_, 385.

Toast to Our Native Land, A, _Robert Bridges_, 649.

Tom Gage's Proclamation, _Unknown_, 160.

Tomb of the Brave, The, _Joseph Hutton_, 339.

Treason's Last Device, _E. C. Stedman_, 480.

Trenton and Princeton, _Unknown_, 188.

Trial, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 92.

Trip to Cambridge, The, _Unknown_, 169.

Triumph, The, _Sidney Lanier_, 12.

Truxton's Victory, _Unknown_, 279.

Turtle, The, _Unknown_, 462.

Twilight on Sumter, _R. H. Stoddard_, 509.

Ulric Dahlgren, _K. B. Sherwood_, 517.

Under the Shade of the Trees, _M. J. Preston_, 486.

Unguarded Gates, _T. B. Aldrich_, 659.

Unhappy Boston, _Paul Revere_, 134.

United States and Macedonian, The, _Unknown_, 293.

United States and Macedonian, The, _Unknown_, 294.

Unreturning, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 674.

Upon the Hill before Centreville, _G. H. Boker_, 420.

Valley Forge, _T. B. Read_, 207.

Valor of Ben Milam, The, _Clinton Scollard_, 354.

Varuna, The, _G. H. Boker_, 474.

Verazzano, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 25.

Vicksburg, _P. H. Hayne_, 499.

Victor Galbraith, _H. W. Longfellow_, 364.

Victor of Antietam, The, _Herman Melville_, 445.

Victory Bells, _G. H. Conkling_, 673.

Victory-Wreck, The, _Will Carleton_, 627.

Virginia Capta, _M. J. Preston_, 523.

Virginia Song, The, _Unknown_, 129.

Virginians of the Valley, The, _F. O. Ticknor_, 417.

Volunteers, The, _W. H. Lytle_, 374.

Vow of Washington, The, _J. G. Whittier_, 274.

Wait for the Wagon, _Unknown_, 419.

Wanted--A Man, _E. C. Stedman_, 435.

War and Washington, _J. M. Sewall_, 170.

War Ship of Peace, The, _Samuel Lover_, 375.

War-Token, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 61.

Warren's Address to the American Soldiers, _John Pierpont_, 161.

Washers of the Shroud, The, _J. R. Lowell_, 450.

Washington, _Lord Byron_, 276.

Washington, _J. J. Roche_, 274.

Washington's Monument, _Unknown_, 280.

Wasp's Frolic, The, _Unknown_, 293.

Wayne at Stony Point, _Clinton Scollard_, 230.

"We Conquer or Die," _James Pierpont_, 412.

Welcome to the Nations, _O. W. Holmes_, 574.

What Mr. Robinson thinks, _J. R. Lowell_, 369.

What's in a Name, _H. F. More_, 146.

Wheeler at Santiago, _J. L. Gordon_, 631.

Wheeler's Brigade at Santiago, _Wallace Rice_, 629.

When Johnnie comes marching Home, _P. S. Gilmore_, 549.

When the Great Gray Ships come in, _G. W. Carryl_, 640.

"When there is Peace," _Austin Dobson_, 678.

When this Cruel War is Over, _C. C. Sawyer_, 677.

"White City, The," _R. W. Gilder_, 602.

White Ships and the Red, The, _Joyce Kilmer_, 663.

Whitman's Ride for Oregon, _Hezekiah Butterworth_, 342.

"William P. Frye," The, _J. R. Foster_, 662.

With Corse at Allatoona, _S. H. M. Byers_, 511.

With Cortez in Mexico, _W. W. Campbell_, 24.

Word of God to Leyden came, The, _J. E. Rankin_, 56.

Word of the Lord from Havana, The, _Richard Hovey_, 610.

World turned Upside Down, The, _Unknown_, 130.

Wreck of the Hesperus, The, _H. W. Longfellow_, 351.

Wyoming Massacre, The, _Uriah Terry_, 217.

Yankee Doodle's Expedition to Rhode Island, _Unknown_, 214.

Yankee Man-of-War, The, _Unknown_, 223.

Yankee Privateer, The, _Arthur Hale_, 221.

Yankee Thunders, _Unknown_, 296.

Yankees Return from Camp, The, _Edward Bangs_, 159.

Ye Parliament of England, _Unknown_, 318.

Ye Sons of Columbia, _T. G. Fessenden_, 278.

Year of Jubilee, The, _H. C. Work_, 523.

Yorktown Centennial Lyric, _P. H. Hayne_, 592.

Your Lad, and My Lad, _Randall Parrish_, 668.

Zagonyi, _G. H. Boker_, 453.

Zollicoffer, _H. L. Flash_, 454.

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Transcriber's Note:

Obvious typographical errors were repaired, but valid and consistently used archaics spellings were retained (for example, scimetar).

P. 10, Columbus to Ferdinand, stanza 13: "Ere this was found"; multiple other poem sources read "Ere this was known".

P. 294, The United States and the Macedonian, stanza 6: "To Carden then, in tones so bland,"--this line was missing in the original text, but was verified in other poem sources.

P. 354, The Death of Harrison, end of stanza 4: The last two lines of this stanza, verified in other poem sources, were missing from the original text, which closed the stanza with--"On!--on with his ashes!--HE LEFT BUT HIS PLOUGH!":