WE "AMERICA." By Mrs. E. A. Bacon Lothrop. C. M. E'D heard the old familiar tune While peace encircled its white arms Now dawned a morning such as filled When measured tramp and rolling drum 2 One thought possessed us, as we sought As wont the sacred seat; Our burden was our perilled land We laid at holy feet. Then how the fire within us burned, 3 Before us lay the golden fields How mute would be our lips without 4 O God! that one foul blot should mar Our nation with its wrong! But let it rouse our slumbering love We, mothers, sisters, wives, we yield God and our country! take our sons, "WHO WILL CARE FOR MOTHER NOW?” W By C. C. Sawyer.-Music at Sawyer & Thompson's, 59 Fulton Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y Who will care for mother now? 2 Who will comfort her in sorrow? CHORUS. Kneeling, praying for me! how 3 Let this knapsack be my pillow, Who will care for mother now? *During one of our late battles, among many other noble fellows that fell, was a young man who had been the only support of an aged and sick mother for years. Hearing the surgeon tell those who were near him that he could not live, he placed his hand across his forehead, and, with a trembling voice, said, while burning tears ran down his fevered cheeks, "Who will care for mother now?" THE NEW RED, WHITE, AND BLUE. FOR Freedom, the soul of our nation; The Stars and the Stripes still above! And stand by the Red, White, and Blue. 2 From lands where the millions are yearning By Hungary's purpose so true, To stand by the Red, White, and Blue. 3 No rebels nor traitors shall sever The bonds which our Washington wrought, For "Union" unchanging forever, Is shrined in each patriot's thought! In strength they were nourished and grew- 4 Our voices are joined in communion, - Is staunch in her timbers, and true, THE DEFENDERS. By T. Buchanan Read. Tune," Hail to the Chief." OUR flag on the land and our flag on the ocean, An angel of peace wheresoever it goes Nobly sustained by Columbia's devotion, Shall our eagle fly, Casting his sentinel glances afar, Though bearing the Olive branch Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war! 2 Hark to the sound! there's a foe on our border Down there from Northern shores, They march, and their tread wakes the earth with its jar! Under the Stripes and Stars, Each with the soul of Mars, Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war! 3 Spite of the sword or assassin's stiletto, While throbs a heart in the breast of the brave, The oak of the North or the Southern palmetto Shall shelter no foe, except in his grave. And ocean replies unto ocean afar, While there's a patriot hand Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war! SELECT READINGS. FOR THE LECTURE-ROOM AND SOCIAL ASSEMBLY. BE FREE. By H. Tuttle. B Whate or thy color, sex, or caste may be, E free! yea, 'tis a gift which God hath given, Then let thy man-made chains fore'er be riven, 2 What though the world and thou mayst disagree, Than gorgeous bondage e'en with pampered cheer. 3 Then loose the ties,-bid hoary creeds adieu, 4 Yes, press thou on! cope fearlessly with wrong, And laurels never fading will be thine. 5 Then e'er be free! bask in the glorious light, |