From Blaok,vood's Magazine.
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THE SONG OF THE JANISSARY.
Have they trod down the mighty'-By sea and


by shore,
Will our name be watchword and terror no
Has the eagle been hurld from his throne in the


air,


VIII the fox find home in the grim lions lair
Have they trod down the mighty?--the victors


who stood
aeslstless, when life was poured forth like


hood!--
Ahe awarders of empires!-the mates OF the


brave!-


ihe freemen who hallow'd the land OF the slave!
ouf name is scorn, and our sabres are rust,
ouf palace sepulchre, CORY in dusti-
nut again shall its turrets CLEAN high in the air
ana again shall the fash of our sabres be there
1'eaih shall the name Of our Aga be known
Aspel| that o'ershadows the mosque and the


throne;


M neA'h Shall our foeman grow pale when he hear
l3ifca a. and the eho,,t of tho farrr 1aunzers,