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GENERAL TAYLOR AT MONTEREY. From a painting by Chappel.

MONTEREY.

Our banners on those turrets wave,
And there our evening bugles play:
Where orange-boughs above their grave
Keep green the memory of the brave
Who fought and fell at Monterey.

We are not many,

we who press'd

Beside the brave who fell that day, -
But who of us has not confess'd
He'd rather share their warrior rest

Than not have been at Monterey?

Charles Fenno Hoffman.

FROM

Buena Vista.

ROM the Rio Grande's waters to the icy lakes of
Maine,

Let all exult! for we have met the enemy again;
Beneath their stern old mountains we have met them

in their pride,

And rolled from Buena Vista back the battle's bloody

tide;

Where the enemy came surging swift, like the Mississippi's flood,

And the reaper, Death, with strong arms swung his sickle red with blood.

Santana boasted loudly that, before two hours were

past,

His Lancers through Saltillo should pursue us fierce and fast:

On comes his solid infantry, line marching after line; Lo! their great standards in the sun like sheets of

silver shine:

With thousands upon thousands,

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Their forests of bright bayonets fierce-flashing in the

sun.

BUENA VISTA.

Lo! Guanajuato's regiment; Morelos's boasted corps, And Guadalajara's chosen troops!· all veterans tried

before.

Lo! galloping upon the right four thousand lances

gleam,

Where, floating in the morning wind, their blood-red pennons stream;

And here his stern artillery climbs up the broad pla

teau:

To-day he means to strike at us an overwhelming

blow.

Now, Wool, hold strongly to the heights! for lo! the mighty tide

Comes, thundering like an avalanche, deep, terrible, and wide.

Now, Illinois, stand steady! Now, Kentucky, to their aid!

For a portion of our line, alas! is broken and dis

mayed:

Great bands of shameless fugitives are fleeing from the field,

And the day is lost, if Illinois and brave Kentucky

yield.

One of O'Brien's guns is gone! On, on their masses

drift,

Till their cavalry and infantry outflank us on the left;

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