He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray,

With Sheridan only five miles away.

The first that the general saw were the groups

Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops.

What was done? what to do? a glance told him both; Then, striking his spurs, with a terrible oath,

He dashed down the line, 'mid a storm of huzzas,

And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because

The sight of the master compelled it to pause.

With foam and with dust, the black charger was gray;

By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play,

He seemed to the whole great army to say,

"I have brought you Sheridan all

the way

From Winchester, down to save the day!"

Hurrah! hurrah for Sheridan!

Hurrah! hurrah for horse and man! And when their statues are placed on high,

Under the dome of the Union sky, The American soldiers' Temple of Fame;

There with the glorious general's

Upon the sacred fragments let me ponder,

While Fancy, to the admiring eye of Wonder,

Withdraws the veil, as in a magian's glass.

I see the "Treaty Elm," and hear

the rustle

Of autumn leaves, where come the dusky troops,

In painted robes and plumes, to crowd and jostle,

A savage scene, save that the peaceapostle

Stands central, and controls the untamed groups.

These are the boughs the forest eagle lit on,

Long ere he perched upon our nation's banner;

Beneath their shade I see the gentle Briton,

And hear the contract, binding, though unwritten,

And worded in the plain old scriptural manner.

Across the Delaware the sound comes faintly,

And fainter still across the tide of

Time,

Though history yet repeats the language quaintly

That fell from lips of Penn, the calm and saintly,

Speaking of love, the only true sublime.

This is his mission, and his sole vocation;

To hear of this, the savage round him presses;

How sweetly falls the beautiful oration

Which bids them hear the marvellous revelation

Of Christian peace through all their wildernesses!

Not to defraud them of their broad possessions

He comes, or to control their eagle pinions,

and duty;

It may be that the sapling of this wood,

Crowned on the coast with vines inviting inland,

Was swaying to the sea-wind's fitful mood,

Learning the rocking motion of the flood,

When roving Norsemen stood agaze at Vinland.

way,

And peace inviolate be thy way as my

way,

Till all the forest blossoms with new beauty."

So spake their friend, and they revered his teaching;

They said, "We will be true to thee and thine."

And through long seasons toward their future reaching

No act was shown their plighted faith impeaching

Marring the compact, loving and divine.

O thou, like noble Penn, who truth adorest,

A priest at her great shrine in Freedom's temple,

While o'er this gift in thoughtful mood thou porest, Point to the faithful children of the forest,

And bid the nations learn from their example.

II.

THE ALLIANCE.

HERE is an oaken relic from a barque, That speaks of olden scenes and ocean mystery,

gale

An anchor from the Revolution

No

Italy breathed curses

on her

ark,

name,