Turn here thy sparkling eye,

Lend us thy cheek's soft dye, Bring all thy witchery,

Now sign the vow.

Youth, with thy upward look,
Which not a stain can brook,
Come, sign the vow!

On, for thy country's weal,
On, at dear home's appeal,
On, for thy soul a seal,
Come, sign the vow!

THE FORT MOULTRIE TEMPERANCE FLAG.

Tune-"Come, join the Teetotallers."

COME, plant the Temperance Standard, boys, On old Fort Moultrie's wall!

With hand and heart, with word and deed,

Obey the gallant call.

O, that will be joyful,

When the Temperance Flag's unfurled; The waves shall swell, and the breeze shall tell That the Temperance Flag's unfurled!

No wife shall weep heart-broken, boys,

Or stand with mute despair,

And ask the earth to cover her,

When that floats on the air!

O, that will be joyful,

When wives shall weep no more ;

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The waves shall swell, and the breeze shall tell, That wives shall weep no more!

No hungry, pining infant, boys,

Shall learn to curse our name;

To our white flag their eyes shall turn,

And love's protection claim.

O, that will be joyful,

When childhood pines no more;

The waves shall swell, and the breeze shall tell, That childhood pines no more!

Our sisters' cheeks not then will blush

Beneath their burning tears,

Our fathers' steps will softly tread

The sloping vale of years.

O, that will be joyful,

When friends shall blush no more;

The waves shall swell, and the breeze shall tell, That friends will blush no more!

And should our moral Flag-staff, boys,

On the ramparts chance to fall,

May some Temperance Jasper forward spring, And plant it on the wall!

O, that will be joyful,

When Temperance Jaspers rise,—

The waves shall swell, and the breeze shall tell,
When Temperance Jaspers rise!

SULLIVAN'S ISLand, 1846.

NOTE. In the beginning of the action at Fort Moultrie, June 28, 1776, the flag-staff of the American troops was shot away. Sergeant Jasper, of the grenadiers, immediately jumped on the beach, took up the flag, and fastened it on a sponge-staff. With it in his hand he mounted the merlon, and though the ships were directing their incessant broadsides at the spot, he deliberately fixed it.

Ramsay's History of South Carolina.

WHAT WOKE ME FROM MY DREAM?

I SLEPT.

From yonder mansion's glittering hall Arose rich music; on my dream it fell, As ocean-murmurs in their slumberous call Within the bosom of a sleeping shell.

I saw the glancing foot, the rounded arm,
The eye's soft raising, and the shadowy curl;
The modest, yielding, half-reluctant charm,
The meek luxuriance of the graceful girl.

I saw her partner's deferential gaze,

The chastened gentleness of manly pride, The offered hand, that, through the dance's maze, Seemed made to lead, to cherish, and to guide.

The sight was beautiful, nor wrong to me.—
Thus, thought I, God doth deck the lily fair,
Tinges the foliage on the stalworth tree,

And wakes gay carols through the summer air.