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[Illustration:

Des Bourbons c'est la chu te Dit la Li-ber-te Leur scep-tre dans la
lut-te Mes mains l'ont bri se; J'ai chas-

'Tis the last of the Bourbons Shouts freedom with joy, As her legions
in triumph Be-fore her de-ploy, And the

se de ma lan ce, Le cou-pa-ble roi, Et j'ai ren-du la France,
Mai-tres-se de soi.

throne of the des-pot Is dashed at her feet, Which her men in coarse
blouses, With Mar-seillaise greet.

_Ad. lib._]

[Illustration:

Vi-ve, vi-ve, vi-ve la Li-ber-te! Vi-ve, vi-ve, vi-ve la Li-ber-te!

Hur-rah! hur-rah! hur-rah! for Li-ber-ty! Hur-rah! hur-rah! hur-rah!
for Li-ber-ty!

Tempo. CHORUS.

A-bas les ty-rans! A-bas les ty-rans! Vi-ve, vi-ve, vi-ve la
Li-ber-te!

Ty-rants shall no more our coun-try con-trol! Hur-rah! hur-rah!
hur-rah! for Li-ber-ty!]

II.

Oh thou spirit of lightning
That movest the French
From the hands of the tyrant,
The sceptre to wrench.
Thou no more wilt be cheated
But keep under arms
Till the sway thou upholdest
Is free from alarms!
Hurrah! hurrah! &c.

II.

J'entends gronder la foudre
Des braves Francais
Ils ont reduit en poudre
Le siege des forfaits.
Leurs eclairs epouvantent
Les rois etrangers
Dont les glaives tourmentent
Des coeurs opprimes.
Vive, vive, &c.

III.

Tis too late for an Infant
To govern a land
Which a tyrant long practiced
Has failed to command.
For the men of fair Gallia
At home will be free,
And extend independence
To lands o'er the sea!
Hurrah! hurrah! &c.

III.

Desormais soyez sages
Restez tous armes
Protegeant vos suffrages
Et vos droits sacres.
Comblez l'espoir unique
De France! en avant!
Vive la Republique!
A bas les tyrans!
Vive, vive, &c.

TO AN ISLE OF THE SEA.[15]

BY MRS. J. W. MERCUR.

Bright Isle of the Ocean, and gem of the sea,
Thou art stately and fair as an island can be,
With thy clifts tow'ring upward, thy valleys outspread,
And thy fir-crested hills, where the mountain deer tread,
So crowned with rich verdure, so kissed by each ray
Of the day-god that mounts on and upward his way,
While thy wild rushing torrent, thy streams in their flow,
Reflect the high archway of heaven below,