SAW you my Hero-saw you my Hero, Saw you my Hero GEORGE? I've travel'd o'er the plain, and enquir'd of ev'ry swain, But no tidings could gain of my George.

One quickly answer'd-I saw not your Hero, I saw not your Hero George; But I'm told he's in the van, where the battle's just began, I must hasten my men to the charge.

Another replied-I saw your Hero, I saw your Hero George; I saw him on the plain, with his sword drawn in his hand, Prote&ting his men in the charge.

O'er hills and high mountains, o'er rivers and fountains, Where the drums and trumpets found alarms, Heav'n give the angels charge, to prote&t my Hero George, And return him safe back to my arms!

Hark! the hoarse thunder! shakes the earth's centre, The groans and the clashing of arms; Kind heav'n prove a friend, and my Hero George defend, Shield, prote&t, secure him from harms!

Balls, bombs and langrage-groans, death and carnage, The hills and the caverns resound; The fields are cover'd o'er with streams of purple gore, And the dead lie in heaps on the ground!

But now the loud huzza's shout my Hero's praises, Vi&torious George they proclaim! Columbia now prepare ye, my love's tri- umphal car, And let fame shout my conqueror's name.

Hail mighty Hero!-Columbia's Hero, Who gave to America peace; Long may he live renown'd, and with bril- liant honors crown'd, 'Till complete in the mansions of bliss.

The ROSARY.

THOUGH oft we meet severe distress, In vent'ring out to sea; The perils of the main seem less, As we to heav'n our vows address, And sing the cheering rosary.

Our kids that rove the mountains wide, And bound in harmless glee, I seek each day at even tide- And while their course I homeward guide, I sing the cheering rosary.

And in the deeper shades of night, While thro' the woods I flee, Where gloom and silence yield affright, To make my beating heart sit light, I sing the cheering rosery.