'TRELAWNEY.'
Shall Freedom droop and die
And we stand idle by,
When countless millions yet unborn
Will ask the reason why?
If for her flag on high,
You bravely fight and die,
Be sure that God on his great roll
Will mark the reason why.
But should you basely fly.
Scared by the battle-cry,
Then down through all eternity
You'll hear the reason why.
'Great Onion victory!' cried a little newsboy, lately, through the streets of a certain village, wherein we were 'over-nighting,' as the Germans say. He had not well learned orthoëpy, and held that u-n, un, was to be pronounced as in 'unctuous.' Still there are some droll sounds to be extracted from the word—witness the following song in which by a slight modulation of sound the word Union is made a war-cry to advance: