So thrones may fall; and from the dust of those, New thrones may rise, to totter like the last; But still our country's nobler planet glows While the eternal stars of Heaven are fast. Upon finding that this did not go well to the air of "Yankee Doodle," the committee felt justified in declining it; being furthermore prejudiced against it by a suspicion that the poet has crowded an advertisement of a paper which he edits into the first line. Next we quote from a NATIONAL ANTHEM BY GEN. GEORGE P. M----. In the days that tried our fathers Many years ago, Our fair land achieved her freedom, Blood-bought, you know. Shall we not defend her ever As we'd defend That fair maiden, kind and tender, Calling us friend? Yes! Let all the echoes answer, From hill and vale; Yes! Let other nations, hearing, Joy in the tale. Our Columbia is a lady, High-born and fair; We have sworn allegiance to her-- Touch her who dare. The tone of this "anthem" not being devotional enough to suit the committee, it should be printed on an edition of linen-cambric handkerchiefs, for ladies especially. Observe this NATIONAL ANTHEM BY N. P. W----. One hue of our flag is taken From the cheeks of my blushing Pet, And its stars beat time and sparkle Like the studs on her chemisette. Its blue is the ocean shadow That hides in her dreamy eyes, 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 On the shore of the summer sea; And better far that I were dead, If Maud did not love me. I love the squirrel that hops in the corn, And the cricket that quaintly sings; And the emerald pigeon that nods his head, And the shad that gayly springs. I love the dainty sunflower, too, And Maud with her snowy breast; I love them all;--but I love--I love-- I love my country best. This is certainly very beautiful, and sounds somewhat like Tennyson. Though it was rejected by the Committee, it can never lose its value as a piece of excellent reading for children. It is calculated to fill the youthful mind with patriotism and natural history, besides touching the youthful heart with an emotion palpitating for all. Notice the following NATIONAL ANTHEM BY R. H. STOD----. Behold the flag! Is it not a flag? Deny it, man, if you dare; And midway spread, 'twixt earth and sky, It hangs like a written prayer.