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West! Letus place our feet upon the holy soil
Of our native land, and resist even to the deathev
cry assault of foreign aggression be il open, or
cowardIy covert, or backed as it may be by a
few degenerate sons of nobler sires. Let US pass
the word round 10 all the crew of onr gallant old
Ship of State which was first launched on the
bright morn of INDEPENDENCE, never to give her
up and ii in TIE dispensation of an ALI Wise
Providence truth should be destined never to
prevail in this fair and beautiful country, and we
should be driven TO the last extremity either to
give up that noble old craft, or go down----then
let U.s.


mail TO the mast her holy flag,


Set every threadbare sail,


And give her TO the God of storms,


The lightnings and the gale :"


A MEMPHlAN.