general added another to his former scars,
being wounded in the leg. The terrible conflict of Cherubusco
succeeded; and again American valor proved invincible. This placed our
force at the gates of Mexico. The contest was one against four, the
four having every advantage that military science and superiority of
position could confer. Having overcome every enemy that dared to
dispute his path, he spared the city of Mexico. The entire campaign is
most honorable to the American character and to the reputation of him
who led it. The impetuosity of his campaigns in the war of 1812 seemed
mingled with and subdued by the results of a profound study of the
science of war, in this contest. He dared boldly, and executed
cautiously, courageously and successfully. Erring in nothing, and
failing in nothing, he encountered dangers, and passed through scenes
that belong to romance, but which his iron intellect rendered a
substantial reality.

O, SCORN NOT THY BROTHER.

BY E. CURTISS HINE.

O, scorn not thy brother,
Though poor he may be,
He's bound to another
And bright world with thee.
Should sorrow assail him,
Give heed to his sighs,
Should strength ever fail him,
O, help him to rise!

The pathway we're roaming,
Mid flow'rets may lie,
But soon will life's gloaming,
Come dark'ning our sky.
Then seek not to smother
Kind feelings in thee,
And scorn not thy brother,
Though poor he may be!

Go, cheer those who languish
Their dead hopes among.
In whose hearts stern anguish
The harp hath unstrung!
They'll soon in another
Bright land roam with thee,
So scorn not thy brother,
Though poor he may be!

BEN BOLT.

THE WORDS AND MELODY BY THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.

ARRANGED FOR THE PIANO FORTE, AND CORDIALLY DEDICATED TO

CHARLES BENJAMIN BOLT, ESQ.

COPYRIGHTED BY GEORGE WILLIG, NO. 171 CHESTNUT STREET, PHILADELPHIA.

=Andante con espressione.=

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Don't you re-mem-ber sweet Al-ice, Ben Bolt--
Sweet Al-ice whose hair was so brown--
Who wept with de-light when you gave her a smile,
And trem-bled with fear at your frown?
In the old church yard in the val-ley, Ben Bolt,
In a cor-ner ob-scure and a-lone,
They have fit-ted a slab of the gran-ite so gray;
And Al-ice lies un-der the stone.

II.

Under the Hickory tree, Ben Bolt,
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