Harp of the South, awake! Though the soldier's beaming tear May fall on thy trembling strings, As he breathes his farewell prayer; Yet, tell him how to die On the bloody battle-field, Rather than to her foes The gallant South should yield.[2] ARISE. BY C. G. POYNAS. Carolinians! who inherit Blood which flowed in patriot veins! Rouse ye from lethargic slumber, Rouse and fling away your chains! From the mountain to the seaboard, Let the cry be--Up! Arise! Throw our pure Palmetto banner Proudly upward to the skies. Fling it out! its lone star beaming Brightly to the nation's gaze; Lo! another star arises! Quickly, proudly _it_ emblaze! Yet another! Bid it welcome With a hearty "three times three"; Send it forth, on boom of cannon, Southern men will _dare be free_. Faster than the cross of battle Summoned rude Clan Alpine's host, Flash the news from sea to mountain-- Back from mountain to the coast! On the lightning's wing it fleeth, Scares the eagle in his flight, As his keen eye sees arising Glory, yet shall daze his sight! Cease the triumph--days of darkness Loom upon us from afar: Can a woman's voice for battle Ring the fatal note of war? Yes--when we have borne aggression Till submission is disgrace-- Southern women call for _action_; Ready would the danger face! Yes, in many a matron's bosom Burns the Spartan spirit now; From the maiden's eye it flashes, Glows upon her snowy brow; E'en our infants in their prattle Urge us on to _risk our all_-- "Would we leave them, as a blessing. The oppressor's hateful thrall?" No!--then up, true-hearted Southrons, Like bold "giants nerved by wine"; Never fear! The cause is holy-- It is sacred--yea, divine! For the Lord of Hosts is with us, It is _He_ has cast our lot; Blest our homes--from lordly mansion To the humblest negro cot. God of battles! hear our cry-- Give us nerve to _do_ or _die_! THE STAR OF THE WEST. I wish I was in de land o' cotton, Old times dair ain't not forgotten-- Look away, etc. In Dixie land whar I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin'-- Look away, etc. _Chorus_--Den I wish I was in Dixie. In Dixie land dat frosty mornin', Jis 'bout de time de day was dawnin', Look away, etc. De signal fire from de east bin roarin', Rouse up, Dixie, no more snorin'-- Look away, etc.-- Den I wish I was in Dixie. Dat rocket high a blazing in de sky, 'Tis de sign dat de snobbies am comin' up nigh-- Look away, etc. Dey bin braggin' long, if we dare to shoot a shot, Dey comin' up strong and dey'll send us all to pot. Fire away, fire away, lads in gray. Den I wish I was in Dixie. _Charleston Mercury._ FAREWELL TO BROTHER JONATHAN. BY "CAROLINE."