So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train, Sixty miles in latitude--three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain, While we were marching through Georgia.--_Chorus._ [Illustration] [Illustration] THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. Yes, we’ll rally round the flag, boys, we’ll rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom, We will rally from the hill-side, we’ll gather from the plain, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. _Chorus._--The Union forever, hurrah! boys, hurrah, Down with the traitor, up with the star, While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom. We are springing to the call of our brothers gone before, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom, And we’ll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.--_Chorus._ We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true, and brave, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom, And altho’ they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.--_Chorus._ So we’re springing to the call from the East and from the West, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom, And we’ll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best, Shouting the battle-cry of freedom.--_Chorus._ [Illustration] [Illustration] TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP. In the prison cell I sit, Thinking, mother dear, of you, And our bright and happy home so far away, And the tears they fill my eyes, Spite of all that I can do, Tho’ I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. _Chorus._--Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching, Oh, cheer up, comrades, they will come, And beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again, Of freedom in our own beloved home. In the battle front we stood When the fiercest charge they made, And they swept us off a hundred men or more, But before we reached their lines They were beaten back dismayed, And we heard the cry of vict’ry o’er and o’er.--_Chorus._ So within the prison cell We are waiting for the day That shall come to open wide the iron door, And the hollow eye grows bright, And the poor heart almost gay. As we think of seeing friends and home once more.--_Chorus._ END OF VOL. II. [Illustration] Knickerbocker Nuggets. NUGGET--“A diminutive mass of precious metal.” “Little gems of bookmaking.”--_Commercial Gazette_, Cincinnati. “For many a long day nothing has been thought out or worked out so sure to prove entirely pleasing to cultured book-lovers.”--_The Bookmaker._ I--=Gesta Romanorum.= Tales of the old monks. Edited by C. SWAN. $1 00