The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1862-07-04

that their lives are we'll spent. There are
some who are written upon Gods muster
scroll as martyrs to liberty.
Who would not esteem it a happiness and
glory to belong to this old Guard, who
from age to age have rallied and rallied ard
rallied to the support Of Liberty, to the res
cue of this holy sepulchre from the hands Ct
desolators and barbarians, who have ever
fought where the fight was :hickest, have
ever been the advance guard of the world in
its onward progress, and been enshrined in
the gleat heart Of the world, there to glow
like the stars forever and ever? Is it hard
ship to die that one may live forever? Is it
hardship to die that millions who now live
in wailing and woe, in chains and degrada-
ton, may live in happiness and freedom in
all time to come?
The voice of the great army of American
free.nen rolls back the answer, like the ma
jestc anthem tf the sea, No! deep, contin-
uous no, which echoes flom the broad Allan
tic to the sunset-dyed Pacific, from the sum-
mits of Nevada to the great lakes of the
North. Yes, tell you the whole people feel
the depth and sacredness of this war they
feel it to be, as Carlyle said of the French
Revolution, truth, though truth clad in
hell-fre'
Then forward, noble army of the brave
and true! Rally and forward, and forward
again, until every Ma!akoff of Wrong is re.
duced, and every suffering Lucknow of our
country hears the slogan of deliverance.-
You have glorious successes to cheer you
now. You can think of Somerset and DON
elson, and all the glorious battles of the war
of forts taken, of enemies driven, of towns
evacuated, of the great cities of the enemy
in our hands, Of all the stirring, glorious
successes of our army and our hag-and
even had you none of these to think of, you
could think of our cause, and this would be
enough Then let the bugles sound, the
trumpets clang, the drums beat the cannons
roar, ard We will march, and rally, and for
ward, and charge and charge and charge, un-
/ til victory or death crown our labors and
if death to US, so let it bet will be vcto-
ry to our successors. This is the spirit of
our Northern army. Sing plaudts to it, ye
sons of song. Let you eloquence be inspir-
ed by it, ye golden-mouthed men-ye Ever
etts and Summers. Write of them We gifted
who would live in the coming time. Weave
garlands for them, We white handed and lily
browed. Write anthems and oratorios for
them, ye men of music. Pray for them, each
and all of you, night and day, with heart and
voice.
! And amid this rush of war, let US not for
get our individual duties and responsible
ties. Car yle truly says: Each of us here
let the world 60 how it will, and be victori.
Gus or not vicrious, has he not little life OF
his own to lead? One life-a little gleam
of between two eternties-no second chance
to US forevermore. Let US not forget the
loves, the amenities and charities of social
life. Let us not forget that the education Of
the world must 80 on as ever, that the great
virtues of charity and self-denial must more
than ever be exercised. and that the disci
pline and perfection of our own characters
is as ever our grand life-work. Then let the
angry waves of tumult dash up and froth al
our feet. let the skies blacken and the tenn
pest roar, God is over ALL This one thing
We are to remember, and be cheerful. Brown
ing says:
Gods in his heaven
ALPS right with the world
-COntinental MOnthlu.