The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1861-08-24
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first page will be read with interest. by the
numerous admirers of its gifted authorcSs,
"Maudc.' Shadows are about the way, and
bitterness in the cup Of her who was ever one
of The Whis's most welcome contributors.
and the I" Invocation to Sleep written at the
bed side of her husband who has been dy ing
for months with lingering and painful
disease, gusl,cs over with true and heart.
felt patl,os We will next week give our
readers another Of her poetic gems.
IT,. The Habeus Corpus in on Times,
will he read with interest. and with profit
too, we hope, by those who bawed themselves
hoarsc in defense and praise of General
jackson, and who now make long talks the
bnrhcn of which dispositions is the haJeas
corpus, while they ignore the important fact
that traitors and spies are in concert with an
immense army o. vandal> who are scheming
to lay the Capital of the Nation in ashes and
drcnch the plains Of Maryland in blood.
" Here is thrilling song, written by an
old correspondent Of Tile This:
For The Cecil Wing.
Our Country.
NATION VAL SONG.
Land of the brave and free, young giant of the
Thrice d"ubly blcst arc We that dwell on thy young
breast
Where frcemen know their rights, and knowing
dare maintain,
Their priceless purity. from trcasons cursed sain
The land of Washington the Guerdon of the free
Ills name our watch worl-and our Slogan
Liberty.
Our flag of heavenly hucs triumphantly shall
While there's a tyrant lives, Gods image to
cnsave;
Free as the gentle breeze that s,is its sacred folds
Ne bill the oppressed come from tyranny
s:ronghols
In freedoms land to live, and mngle with tn C
free
And share with US the bes 'cd fruits of Liberty.
With trumpet-tongucd aloud in triumph shall
proclaim.
TO nations yet unborn the glory of our name;
Indying fame, deeds heroic shall record,
And give to freedoms sons patriots reward
The fame of noble deeds the passport of the free
The consciousness of right-the crown of4.iberty
The Constitution and the laws our IA hers M ,de.
Shall live for aye in spite of tire sons will crusade
These charters of our rights, we ever shall
maintain.
'Gainst dcsrotisms rule or anarchy vile reign;
And this our loved nd God given t" the free,
Shall be while Time shall last, the home oil
Liberty. Cecil.
DrThc following POM for the benefit Of
J'lf and his admirers generally, is taken
from the Knickerbocker .Nu.a-ine The lines
were written by Tcnnesscean. We think
the writer does full justice to his subject:
He Wore Pair OF Goggles.
lie wore pair of goggles the night when first VT
met,
His dark-grcy eye was glowing beneath wig o
Jet
His tones were mady eoquenthe seemed to mt
The grandcst patriot I had heard haransuing from
stump:
lie swOre he loved the UNION -ah methinks
Az he trpd the shaky platform, with the swca
upon his brow.
A bandits ga,b and troopers boots when rcxt W
met he Wore.
And he claimed supreme dominion On the g OF
Nirginny shore
lie said he loved the UNION with patriotic zeal,
So long ms she had dollars. and he had chance {
But then he went EcEssios-nethinks 1 see hii
e-strauuie OF MS WAREHOUSE, GRIM ue't'h upon III
brow.
No bandits garb or troopers boots when next W
met he wore
No war-horse paving in the vale made hill an
valleys roar
But gone his proud dominion, and gone his fa
rcnown.
The leader Of secession had " set his Union down
lie looked sad and scedy, such grief was on h
brow,
That lonncd him half-a -doar-I wish l had
now.
And once again we tnet-no rebel chief Was Their
But in his guise figure strange was dancing d
the air
1t wore his wig and gosglcs-it WAS great JEi
himself
IIe had ut last Seeded, was 80 laid upon Il
shelf"
gazcd for but n moment, yet methinks see hi
now.
The heinpen collar on his neck the black cap