Thus segregated, shut out from the hope of home as completely as were the soldiers of Cortez when he burned his ships, this little band advanced to dangers such as were never before encountered and overcome. Science guided and protected the daring invasion; and true American hearts, at every bristling danger, supported it, with an ardent courage and a calm fortitude scarcely equaled in the wars of nations. On the 15th of August, General Scott, by a masterly movement, turned the strong works of the Penon and Mexicalzingo, on which the enemy had labored and relied. On the 17th the spires of Mexico were in sight. The attack upon Contreras took place. It was one of the most brilliant achievements of the American arms. San Antonio was also carried; and San Pablo assailed, and, after a contest of two hours, won. In this battle the general added another to his former scars, being wounded in the leg. The terrible conflict of Cherubusco succeeded; and again American valor proved invincible. This placed our force at the gates of Mexico. The contest was one against four, the four having every advantage that military science and superiority of position could confer. Having overcome every enemy that dared to dispute his path, he spared the city of Mexico. The entire campaign is most honorable to the American character and to the reputation of him who led it. The impetuosity of his campaigns in the war of 1812 seemed mingled with and subdued by the results of a profound study of the science of war, in this contest. He dared boldly, and executed cautiously, courageously and successfully. Erring in nothing, and failing in nothing, he encountered dangers, and passed through scenes that belong to romance, but which his iron intellect rendered a substantial reality. O, SCORN NOT THY BROTHER. BY E. CURTISS HINE. O, scorn not thy brother, Though poor he may be, He's bound to another And bright world with thee. Should sorrow assail him, Give heed to his sighs, Should strength ever fail him, O, help him to rise! The pathway we're roaming, Mid flow'rets may lie, But soon will life's gloaming, Come dark'ning our sky. Then seek not to smother Kind feelings in thee, And scorn not thy brother, Though poor he may be! Go, cheer those who languish Their dead hopes among. In whose hearts stern anguish The harp hath unstrung! They'll soon in another Bright land roam with thee, So scorn not thy brother, Though poor he may be! BEN BOLT. THE WORDS AND MELODY BY THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH. ARRANGED FOR THE PIANO FORTE, AND CORDIALLY DEDICATED TO CHARLES BENJAMIN BOLT, ESQ. COPYRIGHTED BY GEORGE WILLIG, NO. 171 CHESTNUT STREET, PHILADELPHIA. =Andante con espressione.= [Illustration: 2 sheets of musical notation]