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by stealing into their bedchambers to stab them through the heart of a wife. FOOTNOTES: [G] The meaning of this is, that Mr. Morse was the landlord, not the house. Of course a house could not be a landlord; still less could it be a landlord to itself.--_Note by Reviewer._ THE LAST RALLY. NOVEMBER, 1864. Rally! rally! rally! Arouse the slumbering land! Rally! rally! from mountain and valley, And up from the ocean-strand! Ye sons of the West, America's best! New Hampshire's men of might! From prairie and crag unfurl the flag, And rally to the fight! Armies of untried heroes, Disguised in craftsman and clerk! Ye men of the coast, invincible host! Come, every one, to the work,-- From the fisherman gray as the salt-sea spray That on Long Island breaks, To the youth who tills the uttermost hills By the blue northwestern lakes! And ye Freedmen! rally, rally To the banners of the North! Through the shattered door of bondage pour Your swarthy legions forth! Kentuckians! ye of Tennessee Who scorned the despot's sway! To all, to all, the bugle-call Of Freedom sounds to-day! Old men shall fight with the ballot, Weapon the last and best,-- And the bayonet, with blood red-wet, Shall write the will of the rest; And the boys shall fill men's places, And the little maiden rock Her doll as she sits with her grandam and knits An unknown hero's sock. And the hearts of heroic mothers, And the deeds of noble wives, With their power to bless shall aid no less Than the brave who give their lives. The rich their gold shall bring, and the old Shall help us with their prayers; While hovering hosts of pallid ghosts Attend us unawares. From the ghastly fields of Shiloh Muster the phantom bands, From Virginia's swamps, and Death's white camps On Carolina sands; From Fredericksburg, and Gettysburg, I see them gathering fast; And up from Manassas, what is it that passes Like thin clouds in the blast? From the Wilderness, where blanches The nameless skeleton; From Vicksburg's slaughter and red-streaked water, And the trenches of Donelson; From the cruel, cruel prisons, Where their bodies pined away, From groaning decks, from sun
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