Now, that the majesty of the law has been maintained in their execution, their sympathizing followers seek to erect a monument to perpetuate their memory, the most fitting tablet over their grave should be, “Here lies anarchy in her shameful tomb.” “Oh! Torquemada, from thy fiery jail,” and thou “George Jeffries, from underneath the altar which seeks with Christian charity to hide thy hated bones,” with the long line of hideous cruel monsters from the dead, come and compare thy deeds in contrast with thy lesser light and knowledge.
“Come seek thy equals here.”
UNITED STATES NATIONAL ANTHEM.
BY W. R. WALLACE.
God of the Free! upon Thy breath
Our Flag is for the Right unrolled,
As broad and brave as when its stars,
First lit the hallowed time of old.
For Duty still its folds shall fly;
For Honor still its glories burn,
Where Truth, Religion, Valor, guard
The patriot’s sword and martyr’s urn.
No tyrant’s impious step is ours;
No lust of power on nations rolled;
Our Flag—for friends, a starry sky,
For traitors, storm in every fold.
O thus we’ll keep our Nation’s life,
Nor fear the bolt by despots hurled;
The blood of all the world is here,
And they who strike us, strike the world.