is still familiar, from having been incorporated into two or three books of reading lessons for the schools, in a time when it was thought to be of some consequence that works of that description should inculcate patriotic sentiments. The most famous of his productions, however, was “War and Washington,” written soon after the battle of Lexington, and sung with enthusiasm, in all parts of the country, until the close of the Revolution. It has been too often printed to be regarded now as a curiosity, and we therefore quote from it but a few verses. Vain Britons boast no longer, with proud indignity, Of all your conquering legions, or of your strength at sea, As we, your braver sons, incensed, our arms have girded on, Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza, for War and Washington! Still deaf to mild entreaties, still blind to England’s good, They have, for thirty pieces, betray’d their country’s blood. Like Esop’s greedy cur they’ll gain a shadow for their bone, Yet find us fearful shades indeed, inspired by Washington! Mysterious! unexampled! incomprehensible! The blundering schemes of Britain, her folly, pride and zeal. Like lions how they growl and threat, like asses blunder on! Yet vain are all their efforts still, against our Washington! Great God! is this the nation, whose arms so oft were hurl’d, Through Europe, Afric, India? whose Navy rul’d a world! The lustre of her former deeds, whole ages of renown, Lost in a moment, or transfer’d, to us and Washington! Should George, too choice of Britons, to foreign realms apply, And madly arm half Europe, yet still we would defy Turk, Hessian, Jew or Infidel, or all those powers in one, While Adams guides our senate, our army Washington! We have not room to copy, _in extenso_, more of those songs which served no less than the most eloquent orations of the time to kindle the patriotic enthusiasm of our fathers, in the first years of the struggle for independence; and after giving specimen verses of one or two others, will pass to the more strictly historical ballads. We may as well here remark that the orthography and rhythmical construction of many of the old songs and ballads varies in the different editions—the earliest usually being most correct—and that we have copied from the least inharmonious and corrupt, sometimes giving one verse from one and another verse from another impression of the same production. The following stanzas are from “The Rallying Song,” written soon after the friendly disposition of the government of the unfortunate Louis XIV. was made known in this country. Freedom’s sons who wish to shine Bright in future story, Haste to arms and join the line Marching on to glory. Leave the scythe and seize the sword, Brave the worst of dangers! Freedom is the only word— We to fear are strangers.