It conquers all men, like her,
And still for a Union flies.
Several members of the committee being pious, it is not strange that this “anthem” has too much of the Anacreon spice to suit them.
We next peruse a
NATIONAL ANTHEM
By Thomas Bailey A——.
The little brown squirrel hops in the corn,
The cricket quaintly sings;
The emerald pigeon nods his head,
And the shad in the river springs,
The dainty sunflower hangs its head