UNDER THE STARS AND STRIPES.

Broad to the winds be our banner unfurled ! Straight in Spain's face let defiance be hurled ! God on our side, we will battle the world

Under the stars and stripes!

-Madison Cawein.

The Song of Manila.

AS it began to dawn, you know,

Just at the peep of day,

Ere yet the sun was fully up
Above Manila Bay, —

We crept into their port, my boy,
Their crews were sound asleep;
Crept close upon their forts and ships,
Glassed in the quiet deep.

But when the Spanish sluggards woke,
Upspringing with the sun,

They sent across the shining wave

A booming, harmless gun.

we but swept on;

Then lo! a flash of flame,

A sound of thunder, - ha, my boy,
And thus began our game!

How roared the cannon, sang the bombs,

And whistled shell and shot;

How crashed their splintered masts and spars As all the air grew hot!

THE SONG OF MANILA.

How worked our tars,

— a hero each,

Their sooty breasts swelled high, Remembering that on us was fixed Our country's grateful eye!

And that while through black clouds of smoke

The sun gleamed fiery red,

There flew, with every star undimmed,

Old Glory overhead!

And through it all God's hand, my boy,
In this fierce fight was plain;
Not one brave lad of ours fell dead,
As we avenged the Maine!

But scores of Spanish, — and they, too,
Had done their duty well, —

May God have mercy on their souls,
Be they in heaven or hell!

Their ships we captured, sunk or burned,
And live a thousand years,

I'll thank the Lord I, too, was there,—
Hear still our ringing cheers!

Hail to our noble Commodore,
For deeds so glorious done,
Praise to a greater Captain still,
For such a victory won.

As echoing through all time, will tell
About Manila Bay,

What manhood dared, how freedom fought,
On that immortal day!

- Stuart Sterne.

THE RED AND THE BLUE.

The Red and the Blue.

OH

H, Johnny Bull ! you know, John,
"Since we have been acquaint,"
little tricks would try

Your many

The patience of a saint.

But with the world against you

A sturdy front you

show;

I guess we'll have to back you,
And let old bygones go!

You've proved a valiant foe, John,
In many a bloody fight;

So now we'll stand together,

And strike for truth and right.
And should the foreign beagles
Bay the lion in his lair,
You'll find the Yankee eagle's

Beak and talons will be bare!

What though our name be changed, John, It has not changed the breed,

Both stately trees have sprung from

The Anglo-Saxon seed.

Both nations' rights are equal,

Wrung from a monarch's greed,