from an English Paper. !

The Good Old Cause.
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IIurrah, .IInrrah, for the good old cause
lis stirring sound to hear;
For it tells Of the rights and franchises


Which our athers bought 50 dear
II brings rs back 10 the ancient times,


When ike valiant men they stood
To sprinkle our infant liberties


WIN the baptism OF blood;
Whist mailed baron aud mIlred priest
Came rduG Ger The lea
10 wiring from the wants palsed hand
The charter OF the free
Ii brings us back TO the glorionS day,


When the proud Queen did not dare
To upnoId the greal monopoles


In spite OF her peoples prayer ;
1t brings us 10 EolS dungeon room,
To the spot where Hampton IeI
And the scalIol that echoed the lobIc words
O'Stdne} s last farewell;
1t summons The ghost of buried men


To receive onr fond applause,
And bids to tread in the steps of lhos,


Who died for The good old cause
The good old cause ! it is still the same,


Though parties have changed their hue;
IT'S the cause OF the right against The wrong,
OF the mauv against the few;
''ris The cause ofall that would dwell at peace
On free, unlanted sod
0l the ps1r that weep in their ioodess homes,
OF the people and their God
We have stIIl the brave old work 10 do


And the selfish hate 10 dread
OfsIaves that once would have forged US chains,
And now would deny US bread
But thanks 10 the chiefs Of the oden time
And the laws which in God they wrote,
We need no weapon 10 crush our Toes


Save the lrcemans honest vote
And whoever burns with noble pride


Al The sound OF England's name,
And would Scorn to barter lis country Weai
For the sake ofwealth or fame,
But would rather follow the rtd-cross flag
Where the storms OF battle roll
Must prove that he comes Of British race
At the h0stngs and the poll
But tho coward slave Gf such there be)
That would sell his brhrght now,
Fora flowing cop, or the chlsk Of the gold,
Or the smile on loruIing's brow,
May bis neighbors shrink from his prohered hand
As though il was seed for aye,
And may every woman turn hef cheek


From his pernred IFs awaya
MAY his countrY's curse be on his head,


And may no man ever see
A gentle bride at the traitors side,


Or children about his knee
And some will menace, and some will ca]oe,
And some will entreat with tears,
We have scna for threats, and laughter for lies,
And pity Tor idle fears;
We look on our votes as a solemn trust,


For mighty purpose gwen,
Ind will answer the use we make OF it,


TO none hut ourselves and Heaven
We have no less stake than the proudest Peer,
Incur country and It's laws.
.4nd SINGLE voice may incline the scale


To the side of the good old cause