PARTING HYMN. "Dundee." FATHER of Mercies, Heavenly Friend, From blasts that chill, from suns that From every plague that harms; Protect our men-at-arms! THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY. In savage Nature's far abode Its tender seed our fathers sowed; Till lo! earth's tyrants shook to see Then hail the banner of the free, Though from our darkened lives they The sister Stars of Liberty! take What makes our life most dear, We yield them for their country's sake Our blood their flowing veins will shed, Or grant us strength to bear! Let each unhallowed cause that brings Then hail the banner of the free, The blades of heroes fence it round, Then hail the banner of the free, Thy sacred leaves, fair Freedom's flower, You with the terrible warlike mus- Surely the spot where there's shooting 's taches, Fit for a colonel or chief of a clan, You with the waist made for sword-belts and sashes, Where are your shoulder-straps, sweet little man? the worst place Where I can stand, says the sweet little man. Catch me confiding my person with strangers! Think how the cowardly Bull-Run ners ran! Bring him the buttonless garment of In the brigade of the Stay-at-home woman! Cover his face lest it freckle and tan; Common, Muster the Apron-string Guards on the Rangers Marches my corps, says the sweet little man. That is the corps for the sweet little Such was the stuff of the Malakoff man ! takers, Such were the soldiers that scaled | First in the field that is farthest from Blow the great fish-horn and beat the Yet if, by madness and treachery |