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Like a grim and surly watch-dog

Stares forth each deep-mouthed gan; And plumes, and helms, and burnished steel

Are gleaming in thic sun.
We have chased the wounded tigress

To the entrance of her lair;
And, mad to battle for her young,

She turns upon us there. And loudly rings the war-cry,

And wide the flags are cast, And Mexico will make this hour

Her proudest, or her last;
For all of savage valor,

And all of burning hate,
That have outlived the shocks of war,

Are at the Belen Gate.
" He comes, our mighty leader,

Along the wasted van;
There is no heart in all the ranks

That does not love that man!
He passes 'mid the columns;

And it is a glorious sight
To see him form them for the fray,

But his brow is dark as night.
He is thinking of his brave ones,

Who sleep the eternal sleep, Among the slaughtered enemy,

On yonder bloody steep. He is thinking of the succors,

That should have come cre now; Such thoughts may dim the brightest eye,

And cloud the fairest brow. But he gazes o'er the causeway,

And he hears the foeman's cry; And the old stern look is on his face,

And the fire is in his cyc. 666“Forward !' and at the signal,

Beneath the general's glance, With dauntless mien and measured tread

The lengthened lines advance. “There comes a blazc of lightning

From gnto, nnd wall, and spirc,
As though the city had put ou

A girdlo all of fire !
There comes a burst of thunder,

As though the teeming earth
Were laboring with volcanic throes,

O'er some sulphurcous birth! There comes a pattering shower

Of iron down the pass,

'Neath which the solid masonry

Is chipped like broken glass !
It was as though the Demons

Had risen 'gainst our plan,
And brought the guns of hell to bear

Upon tho march of man!
« But wliero the invnding army,

That stood so proudly there? llas it all so soon been swept away?

las it melted into air ? No: far beneath the arches,

At the signal of command, Protected by the friendly stone,

Behold each little band.
Bnt onward, cver onward !

No time to pause or doubt!
The glancing shot that skip within

Bespeak thic storm without.
Wc nrc ncar upon our focmen,

We can count thcir sicrco array, The bayonet now must do its part,

And end the scarful fray. "1" Charge!" and we break from cover,

With thc panther's spring and yell! Cannon and musket from the gato

l'enl back the challenge well. And now a bullet strikes mo,

And I stagger to my knee; While past me rush, in hcadlong race,

The champions of the frco. I risc and toiter forward,

Although with failing brcath; For who would follow such a chase

So far, and miss the death? The smoke has covered all things

In its darkest battle-shroud, Save where yon living line of firo

Lights in the murky cloud; And there our gallant fellows

Are raging in the strisc, Before that stern and dangerous Gate,

Whose toll is human life!
They are chafing like the billows

Upon a midnight shore,
With n tempest driving on bchind,

And a wall of rock before ! " "I sco our gallant chicftnin

In the hottest of the fire ;
I scc our soldiers gather near,

Like cliildren 'round their sire;

I see him at the portal,

Still calling on his men:
And now the hot blood from my wound

Has blinded me again.
"" I hear our fellows cheering,

As though to rend the skics;
And hastily I wipe away

The blood-gouts from my eyes.
And I, too, stand uncovered,

And shout with joy elate;
For the Stars and Stripes are waving high

Above the Belon Gate!'"

From the Mississippian.


“On the morning of the battle of Monterey it was observed that Gen. Quitman was the only field-officer of the army dressed in full uniform. A friend remonstrated with the general, and said he would bo a conspicuous mark for the Mexicans. The writer of this heard the reply, and challenges the pages of ancient and modern history for a more heroic expression:

"The more balls aime at me, the less will be directed at my men.'”- Brandon Platform. “Where Sierra Madre's summits sublimely raise their head,

And cast their mighty shadow athwart San Juan's bcd,
A beauteous valley lieth, and froin its brcast of green,
And 'mid its forests olden a city fair is scen,
Before whose ramparts frowning, and battlcmcntcd walls,

The bugle of the Northman a band heroic calls.
"San Juan's murmuring river a dirge precursive sings;
The trumpet of the Northman prelusive pæan rings;
For banner'd hosts advancing to where yon walnut-trees*
Umbrageous hang their verdure, and whisper on the breeze
A requiem low chiming with Juan's sorrowing flood,

Speak to the Aztec chieftain of vanquishment and blood.
“ 'Tis the army of Columbin; their lurid battle cvo
Gives to the anxious Mexican a bivouac and reprieve;
But short from war the respite, for morning's dawning sun
Is heralded most grandly by Taylor's signal gun;
And forth from groves cascaded the serried troops defile
'Neath bannered stars reflecting the sunlight's vestal smile.

• Gen. Taylor's troops encamped at Walnut Springs the night before the battle of Monterey,

“Within thy moated bosom, O splendid Monterey,
Concealed by wall and turret, and firm in their array,
Ten thousand Mex'an soldiers await, with eager brand,
The onset of those squadrons,'invasive of their land;
Seven thousand are the focmen; from victor strife they come;
And still, in soul invinciblc, cxultant rolls their drum.
"And foremost, bravely foremost, is scen a small brignde;
livo hundred TenNCescans deploy from yonder glado;
Whilo Mississippi's Rifles, by fearless Davis led,
Givo prcsago to the Mexicans of conflict sternly dread.
Three suns will rise o'cr carnage; a chill September night

Shall 'lumc with Luna's silver the ghastly of that fight.
“Ho! on a prancing charger, with epaulet and plume,
And sword that swiftly sendeth each foeman to the tomb,
Amid the battle's clangor, confronting gun and spear,
And serricd lines of lances in war's resplendent gear,
See yonder placid chieftain, all gaudily arrayed

E'en as the courtly warrior on holiday parade.
“The sheen of fame nlrendy lins 'lumed his losty brow,

Though civic honor's laurel has circled it ere now;
And in the engle brilliance of that dark, undaunted eye
Is flashed the high expression of the soul that dares to die-
Or conquer for the country that borrows from the stars

The splcndors of the banner that guides her in her wars.
“Each gallant of the Mex’ans, who trophy proud would ask

When conflict's din is ended, and dott'd tho soldier's casquc,
Ilng marked with glance cxpcctant that mnjesty of form,
Which, angel-like, is sccking the battle's fiercest storm :
Ay, trophy prond it would bc-that fnlchion gleaming grand,
And cleaving glory's pathiwny, in Quitman's strong-nerv'd hand.
“An aid-de-camp upriding, in haste precipitant,
Just as a death-wing'd bullet the hero's cheek has glanc'd,
In accents carnest urgeth his chieftain to retire
Before the foe's persistent and well-concentred fire;
"Oh! see you not,' he pleadeth, 'Ampudia's design?
The city lost were conquest, if stillid that heart of thine!
"My general, our soldiers would sorrow long this day-

Now promising from glory her most effulgent ray-
If muffled drums were pealing the death-roll for thy fall,
And triumph shouts repressed were by Quitman's martial pall!
Nor grant the Mex'an braggart this hour the vauntful boast,

That though we've slain his hundreds, in you we've lost a host.'
"As when with inspiration a prophet's face doth shine,
And dazzles the beholder with brilliancy divine,
So gleamed that hicro visngc, so mounted high that soul,
Estranged from fear’s impellings, disdaining death's control;
Whilo all on carth magnanimous, or god-liko in yon sky
Was halocd round that presence, and flashing froin that cycm

“ As thus, with lips expanded, and battle-blade upraised

(Though oft death's leaden missive his glitt'ring person grazed), The chieftain brief responded, “T'is well at me they aim The thickly-flying bullets that many braves might maim: Depart! ambition 's sated, when on this gory field Your Quitman is at once to you a leader and a shield ! “'Twas said; and, onward dashing, the city's rear is won; The strong redoubt is captured, and silenced is each gun; And still, in trappings gorgeous, conspicuous appears, Where hearts with joy o'erflowing, the astral standard rears, That stately chief whose bosom had breasted many balls

That grief might be diverted froin Mississippi’s halls. “Oh! mother of the soldier, perennial bay enweave!

Thou daughter of the riflcman, with laurel crown the brave!
And wives by war unwidow'd, and sons unreft of sires,
When, gay of heart, ye gather round your bright antumnal fires,
Remember, in your gladness, that hero's towering plume;
A Quitman's valor peerless averted woe and gloom !"






When I rose on yesterday it was my intention merely to explain my position on two points of the pending discussion ; bat since I have the floor this morning, by the courtesy of the house, and have had a night to reflect upon the snbject, I shall avail myself more fully of the opportunity, and devote the allotted liour to such notice of the various questions involved in this debate on the President's annual message is my limited time will permit.

The most striking feature of this debato consists in the differences of opinion which exist, not only between the several political parties represented on this floor, but, to some extent, even between members of the same party, on the subject of the relations which the Territories and their inhabitants bear toward the federal government and toward the states. This arises sometimes from erroneous conceptions of the theory of our government, and more frequently from the attempt to apply rules of action to particular cases without reference to any thoory whatever. It is my purpose, therefore, to go back to the fountainhead and source of these differences of construction and opinion. While I shall endeavor to present my views of the true theory of our political system, I know that I must do it briefly, and contine myself to a mere glance at the subject.

* And here let me premise that, although desirous of hastening to the consideration of that subject, I feel it proper to notice in passing one or two other points of this debate. The first is the declaration of the

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