In column close they form,

As the signal rocket flew,
And on our lines to storm,

In the deepest silence drew:
It was a winter morn, as they tell,

When threatning came the crowd,
Like a red Sirocco cloud,

Which would wrap us in its shroud,
As it fell.
The blood within us rushed

To meet at once the foe,
But the throbbing heart was hushed,

To strike a deadlier blow;
Fire! at length, our captains cried, when huzza,

Broke out upon their sight,
A sheet of vollied light,

As volcano was it bright,
On the air.
Huzza! huzza! huzza !

Destruction raged around,
And our thunderbolts of war

Scatter'd havoc o’er the ground,
And the pride of British hearts 'gan to quail ;

In anguish now they wheel,
And in path of blood they reel,

Yet those are hearts of steel,
Though they fail.
The carnage it is done,

Their thousands strew the plain,
What courage could they won,

They “quit themselves like men,”
And the laurel of the brave never dies;

But let Old England hear us,
If again she comes so near us,

'Twere better far to fear us,
Than despise.
But ere the song be ended,

The tribute let us pay,
To him whose skill defended

Our commonwealth that day;

A watchword be his name to the free,

No dangers shall appal,
Let us gather at the call,

To conquer or to fall,
As would he.
Then loud the song be sounded,

The storm be ever blest,
Which Britain's force confounded,

The storm from out the West,
And Jackson be the theme of ev'ry tongue-

Our sons shall read the story
Of battle-field so gory,
High in the niche of glory
'Twill be hung.
And when summoned to his rest,

To his place in yonder skies,
Then strike the manly breast,

Be the tear in woman's eyes ;
If home to her bosom yet be dear,

Let her sit in sadness pale,
And her sigh be on the gale,

As in anguish she shall wail,
By his bier.

THE NEW HAIL COLUMBIA.

FOR THE EIGHTH OF JANUARY.
Hail Columbia! mourning land !
Hail ye brave Jacksonian band

Who fought and bled at New Orleans,
And now the storm of war is gone,
Meet not the meed your valor won.
Let pure elections be our pride,
Let the People's will decide.
Ever mindful of that prize,
On the glorious Eighth, arise.

Firm, united let us be,
Rallying round Old Hickory;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Clay and Adams foes shall find.

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Once more ye Patriots! rise once more
Assert the rights we lost before ;

Let no vile arts, or base intrigue,
Defeat your will-your high intent
To make our Jackson, President;
He's virtuous, wise, and firm, and just-
In heaven we place a steady trust,
That truth and justice will prevail,
And Coalition projects fail.

Firm, united let us be,
Rallying round Old Hickory;
As a band of brothers join'd,

Clay and Adams foes shall find.
Sound, sound the trump of fame,
And let Tennessee's lov'd name
Ring thro' the world with loud applause —
In Glory's niche it shall be set,
By Washington and La Fayette.
With all their skill and all their power,
He govern'd in the martial hour;
When smiling Peace check'd War's fell rage;
He sought the tranquil Hermitage.

Firm, united let us be,
Rallying round Old Hickory;
As a band of brothers join'd,

Clay and Adams foes shall find.
Behold our chief, like him of Rome,
Bid him like Cincinnatus come,

To save Columbia once again-
He's strong in virtue, firm and wise,
Each shaft at him quite harmless flies.
When hope was sinking in dismay,
And clouds obscured a former day,
Thy steady soul, Old Hickory,
Resolved on death or liberty.

Firm, united let us be,
Rallying round Old Hickory;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Clay and Adams foes shall find.

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MR. EDITOR—We have so many great men now-a-days, and Dinners have become so frequent, that I should hardly think of communicating the following account of one, were it not of a character somewhat novel, and out of the common track. What a blessed country we have, when no description of greatness can pass unrewarded, and even those who have been remarkable for their dexterity in appropriating to themselves the property of others, can assemble and do honor to their chiefs.

GREAT RASCALLY DINNER.

It having been ascertained by the inmates of the State Prison or Penitentiary, that Mr. Leonidas Lightfinger, the celebrated Bank Robber, had just been committed for the crime of embezzling $40,000, the property of the Bank, a message was sent to the keeper by a committee of the most hardened villains within the walls, requesting his permission to meet their honored compeer at a Dinner, proposed to be given him in the public yard, at the expense of the prisoners generally. They offered to submit in the most quiet manner to any arrangement the keeper might make, by guards or otherwise, to prevent the possibility of any tumult or attempt at escape. At first the keeper was a good deal at a loss what answer to return, but reflecting that he was responsible only for the safe-keeping of the scoundrels, and being somewhat curious to witness so singular a spectacle, he determined to give his consent, and having taken the precaution to double his guards, the parti-colored company assembled precisely at 2 o'clock, and sat down to a Scanty Dinner, provided for the oc

Mr. Peter Picklock, in his woollen cap, was unanimously called upon to preside, and was supported by Messrs. Burglary and Arson, as Vice-presidents. The utmost hilarity and good fellowship prevailed; the afternoon passed off in the most delightful jollification, and at the usual lock-up, hour the whole party were severally conducted to their respective dungeons or cells, without the occurrence of a single circumstance to interrupt the general satisfaction. The following Toasts were drank with roaring applause, even greater, if possible, than that at the Barton dinner in Ohio, or at the Feast of Nullification in Charleston.

1st. Our distinguished guest, Leonidas LightfingerWe sympathize in his misfortunes, but glory in the brilliancy of his achievements; his is no ordinary grasp, he makes a sweep of forty.

A bumper.-Music, Rogue's March. After the noise had subsided, Mr. Lightfinger arose, and thus addressed the company :

FELLOW PRISONERS—With feelings of unusual emotion, I rise to return my sincere thanks to this assembly, which has not its parallel in the world, for the unmerited compliment contained in your toast, and for the very high honor you have this day conferred upon

It shall remain deeply laid up in my bosom, and urge me to new exertions in our glorious cause, when the tedious forms of an unjust incarceration, against which I enter my solemn protest, are gone through, and I shall again be ushered forth to the world, improved and strengthened by the force of your example. Hunted from society by the despicable limbs of the law, for no greater crime than the venial attempt to distribute more equally the blessings of the earth, improperly accumulated in the hands of a few avaricious monopolists—I find myself unexpectedly thrown into the arms of my friends and fellow laborers in the great work of equalization. Since the courtesy of our keeper permits, ought we pot to inquire for a moment, by what authority it is, that we are thus debarred the enjoyment of glorious liberty, the common inheritance of man? Why it is that they have thus shut upon us the windows of the sky," and "robb'd us of sweet nature's grace?”. Shall I be told that those arbitrary enactments, called laws, forbid the noble ends we aim at ? Who, let me ask, made those laws ?-an aristocratical and tyrannical majority. Have we, the minority, ever assented to these gross usurpations of our rights? No-never, and may "my right hand forget its cunning,” if I ever do assent to them. Has it not been recently demonstrated with a power and eloquence never before equalled, that majorities may oppress ? Read the debates, if you can procure