"Ah, foul tyrants! do you hear him where he comes?

Ah, black traitors! do you know him as he comes? In thunder of the cannon and roll of the drums, As we go marching on.

Men may die, and moulder in the dust

Men may die, and arise again from dust,
Shoulder to shoulder, in the ranks of the just,
When Heaven is marching on."

But Mr. Brownell has shared the same fate with Miss Proctor, and his song and hers are only curiosities to-day, which show how arbitrary the popular will is when once the heart or the imagination is really captured. Mr. Richard Henry Dana, Jr., writing to Mr. James T. Fields, the famous Boston litterateur, said: "It would have been past belief had we been told that the almost undistinguishable name of John Brown should be whispered among four millions of slaves, and sung wherever the English language is spoken, and incorporated into an anthem to whose solemn cadences men should march to battle by the tens of thousands.'

date? 1857

DIXIE.

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,

Old times dar am not forgotten,

Look away! Look away! Look away!

In Dixie Land where I was born in,

Early on a frosty mornin,

Look away! Look away! Look away!
Den I wish I was in Dixie,

Hooray! Hooray!

In Dixie Land, I'll take my stand,
To lib and die in Dixie,

Away! Away!

Away down south in Dixie.

Old Missus marry "Will-de-weaber,'
Willium was a gay deceaber;

Look away! Look away! Look away.
But when he put his arm around 'er,
He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder,

Look away! Look away! Look away!

His face was as sharp as a butcher's cleaber,
But dat did not seem to greab 'er;

Look away! Look away! Look away!

Old Missus acted de foolish part,

And died for a man dat broke her heart.

Look away! Look away! Look away!

Now here's a health to de next old Missus,
And all de gals dat want to kiss us;

Look away! Look away! Look away! But if you want to drive 'way sorrow, tomorrow,

Come and hear dis song

Look away! Look away! Look away!

Dar's buckwheat cakes an' Injen batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter;

Look away! Look away! Look away!
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
To Dixie's Land I'm bound to trabble,

Look away! Look away! Look away!
-Dan Emmett.

Dan Emmett, who wrote the original Dixie, which has been paraphrased and changed and adapted nearly as frequently as Yankee Doodle was born at Mount Vernon, Ohio, in 1815. He came from a family all of whose members had a local reputation, still traditional in that part of the country, as musicians. In his own case this talent, if given a fair chance for development, would have amounted to genius. He began life as a printer, but soon abandoned his trade to join the band of musicians connected with a circus company. He was not long in discovering that he could compose songs of the kind in use by clowns; one of the most popular V of these was Old Dan Tucker. Its success was so