Belmont Chronicle

The following was purloined from the "Budget of the" St. Clairsville Ladies' Reading Circle," in 1855:

America.

"The land of the brave: and the home of the free,"

Echoing the shout, so thrilling not woe.

From Afric's Jordan, from Mexico to Maine

The people's hearts are swelling with the patriotic strain;

The mountains catch the echo as it breaks upon the calm,

And fling it back with interest, Hurrah for Uncle Sam!

Eyes, dim with tears, are turning from Europe's

blue-bounded strand,

And weary hearts are sighing with great in Freedom's land;

For they dream that on this great new world we've

carried out their plan,

The equal rights on each the true blood of man.

And when the din of battle rises a shout in the calm.

The warrior regains his strength thinking of his Sam

You may tell the glowing story from sea to farthest

That a happy and favored land is America the free.

But a mournful voice resounds from our Fathers'

bloody graves,

Is this the land for which we bled--and it--a land of slaves?

Oh! not upon the freedom which is mocking but a

sham,

And let us join the general cry—Shame, shame upon Uncle Sam,

"Sybil."