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Volumes of Poems by unknown writers have be-
.o,ce larnonrably common of late, and the rapid
augmentation Of their quantity has been attended
M no corresponding improvement in their quality.
Tna, we uey rot do injustice TO our author, we
gill quote one of his poems:


WARS CAROL.
Or the scourges of earth am king, am king,


As | ride in my chariot Of fame;
To the footstool Of Death my votaries bring,
And they merrily hail me with music, and sing,
AS cheat them with visions offame.
For robe them in scarlet, with gold shining gold
And their senses dazzle with pride;
While with bugle and trumpet the fearless and bold
have gathered by thousands and thousands untold
But to perish in pomp at my side.
O. 4 feast upon carnage and blood, human blood!
From glorious battle come;
Where the life-streams Of men swept the ground


like food,
And the groans my victims, as mong them stood,
Were drowned in the roll of The drum
In nv footsteps Death follows with gee, merry


glee,


And be laughs Ger my havoc and might;
Then together through city and hamlet we flee,
And snort with the mischief and horrors we see,
By the glare ofmy bon6res bright
Then sip with delight the bright tear, the brigh,


tear,


From the eyelids of widow and maid;
And the wall Of the orphan falls sweet my ear -
Lover, husband, and father find each glad bier
On the field where my victims are laid.
Thus stalk in my power o'er the earth, DER the
earth;


OF its scourges end ,errors Pm king
In my lap ia the birthplace of glory and mirtb,
For laugh, as stride DER the peaCe-lovng hearth,
And woe to each 6reside bring.
Those of our readers who are an hungered for
moro Of Mir. Whitney's Poetry will find his volume
sLeayitt, Trow & Co.'s, 1874 Broadway.