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Les diagrammes suivants illustrent la mdthode. 1 2 3 1 2 3 4 5 6 % ? \l THE ^ontim $xm^t '§nmfmi: " A COLLECTION OF THE BEST NATIONAL, CONSTITUTIONAL, AND LOYAL ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS, TOGETHER WITH A CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE, SHOWING THE DATES OF THE MOST REMARKABLE EVENTS CONNECTED WITH THE BRITISH EM- FIRE, THE PROTESTANT RELIGION, AND THE LOYAL ORANGE INSTITUTION ; AlisO, % grirf listorj of tfefje Hopts of |lom«, AND OTHER MATTERS INTERESTING TO ORANGEMEN. BY WILLIAM SHANNON, P.D.G. M.,G.O.L. OFO.B. f MACLEAR AND COMPANY. 1876 o 07 •< , Printed, Bound and Stbreottpbd BY Hunter, Rose & Co., TORONTO. PREFACE. My first effort, " The United Empire Minstrel," was pub- lished about twenty-five years ago. It contained many de- fects, owing to causes which it is unnecessary to explain in this connection. Yet, even with these, a member of the Imperial Parliament, a scholar, author and critic,"* emphati- cally pronounced that book the best of its kind he had ever seen. During the time mentioned, the Loyal Orange Institution has trebled the number of its enrolled members. Many of the fathers of our order have passed to their reward, and the majority of those who swell our ranks at present, are youths who know but little of the storied lore which their fathers used to repeat. The " U. E. Minstrel " being out of print, at the earnest solicitation of many brethren, zealous for the increased pros- perity of the Orange Institution, the present work has been undertaken hoping that it will receive a hearty welcome in the lodge rooms and around the hearths of the Loyal Orange- men of the Dominion. The publishers — Messrs. Maclear & Co. — are gentkmen who do well whatever they undertake, and I have no doubt, that they will issue " The Dominion Orange Harmonist " in ft * William Johnston, Esq., M.P., Ballykilbeg House. y ^S?J4 VI PREFACE. a style calculated to insure it an appropriate place in the col- lection of every Orangeman and Loyalist in the Dominion. They deserve well -i the brotherhood for having re-issued Graham's "Siege of Deny" — "Protestant Landmarks" with Burton's " History of the House of Orange," and other works of a similar character, tending to cherish and revive glorious and immortal memories. It has been remarked that the songs and poems following are scarcely good enough for the cause. The best way, how- ever, to judge of their merits is by the effect they produce. The refrain, " And shall Trelawney die," may not be the very cream of poetry, and yet it had much to do with the acquittal of the Seven Bishops. The doggerel Lillibur- lero, it is well-known, sang the Stuarts out of the three kingdoms. The saying of the great Lord Chatham — " Let me write the ballads of the nation, and who will may frame the laws," for songs are more operative than Statutes, is as true to-day as it was during the lifetime of the celebrated British Statesman. The Harmonist also contains a brief history of the Popes of Borne, shewing what monsters of iniquity these pre- tended infallible guides have been. A chronological table is appended, which brings down the most remarkable events in Protestant and Orange history to the present year (1876,) which I have no doubt will be ap- preciated by the brotherhood. The " Dominion Orange Harmonist " is intended to in- struct, and to revive in the minds of Orangemen those prin- ciples for which their fathers contended on many a hard fought day, and to foster in the Protestant youth of our land, a chivalrous spirit on behalf of our Queen, Constitu- tion and Protestant faith. If these songs are sung, and these poems are committed to memory by the rising generation, the inseparable con- nexion betwixt the mother country and the Dominion of Canada will be a fixed fact. And as the thirteen appreuj tices of Londonderry were the pioneers in securing the suc- cess of the Revolution of 1688, so we look to the youths of Canada, to rally around the red cross ensign through evil and good report, and be their motto that of Londonderry, " No Surrender." WILLIAM SHANNON, Kingston, Ontario, 1876. F^^ DOMINION ORANGE Hi^RMONIST. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. God save our gracious Queen Long live our noble Queen, ' Qn«^ V, • ^ • ^^^^ ®*^® *^® Queen ! bend her victorious, Happy and glorious. Long to reign over us, God save the Queen ! Lord, our God, arise. Scatter her enemies, n ^ jxi . A^d »iake them fall ! Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks On her our hopes we fix, ' God save us all ! Thy choicest gifts in store, Deign on our Queen to pour, Mo„ u 1 P . ^°°S may she reign I May she defend our laws. And ever give us cause To smg with heart-applause, God save the Queen ! 01 \s DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Oh ! whilst the nation liails Our true-born Prince of Walks, May it be seen, On Brunswick's royal line, That still Thy light divine Its radiance sheds benign, God save the Queen ! THE FLAUNTING FLAG OF LIBERTY. The flaunting flag of liberty. Of Galha's sons the boast. Oh ! never may a Briton see Upon the British coast. The only flag that " Freedom " rears, Her emblem on the seas, Is the flag that's braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! To aid the trampled rights of man, And break oppression's chain ; The foremost in the battle's van. It never floats in vain. The mariner where'er he steers, In every clime he sees The flag that's braved a thousand years. The battle and the breeze ! If all unite, as once we did, To keep our flag unfurled ; Old England still shall fearless bid Defiance to the world : But fast will flow the nation's tears. Should lawless hands e'er seize, The flag that's braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! m ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. THE MAlilNERS OF ENGLAND. !l Ye mariners of England ! That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. •e» The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it wi.s their field of fame, And the ocean was their grave ! Where Blake and mighty Nelson "ell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep ; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long. And the stormy tempests blow. The meteor flag of England, Shall yet terrific burn ; Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. Is DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow. To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more. And the storm has ceased to blow. — Campbell. RULE BRITANNIA. When Britain first, at Heav'n's command, Arose from out the azure main. This was the charter of the land. And guardian angels sung the strain : Rule Britannia — Britannia rules the waves, Britons never shall be slaves ! The nations not so blest as thee Must in their turn to tyrants fall, While thou shalt flourish great and free. The dread and envy of them all. Rule, &c. Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke, As the loud blast that rends the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. Rule, &c. Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their attempts to bend thee down Shall but arouse thy generous flame. But work their woe and thy renown. Rule, &c. To thee belongs the rural reign ; Thy cities shall with commerce shine. k r,5 ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles, thine. Rule, &c. The Muses still, with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coasts repair ; Blest isle, with matchless beauty crowned And manly hearts to guard the fair. Eule, &c. — Thomson. THE MAPLE LEAF. Oh ! beauty glows in the island rose, The fair sweet English flower ; And memory wears in her emblem leaves. Proud legends of fame and power ; But the fair forest land, where our free hearths stand, Though her annals be rough and brief ; O'er her fresh wild woods, and her thousand floods. Rears for emblem the " Maple Leaf" Chorus. Then hurrah for the leaf, the Maple Leaf, Up Canadians, heart and hand ; High in Heaven's free air, waves your emblem fair. The pride of our forest land. The thistle nods forth, from the hills of the north, O'er Scotia free and fair ; And hearts warm and true, and bonnets of blue. And prowess and faith are there. Green Erin's dell loves the shamrock well, As it springs in the March sun's smile ; Love, valour, wit, ever blend in it — Bright type of the Emerald Isle. Chorus. But hurrah, &c., —Rev. John McCaul, LL.D. DOMIMON ORANGE HARMONIST. HARK, THE MEKRY BELLS. (for the fourth of NOVEMBER.) Hark ! the merry bells are going, Brethren, hail the glorious day ; With hand and heart, and glasses flowing, Drink the glorious memory. To you, this day, a King was given, The chain of slavery he broke ; Ordained by God and sent from heaven To free us from the tyrant's yoke. Ye faithful sons, then bless the hour, The happy hour that gave him birth, Adore the great Almighty power. And with thanksgiving fill the earth. Rejoice ! rejoice by love excited. The Orange flag triumphant wave. And drink with heart and hand united, WlLLIAJVI THE GREAT ! THE GOOD ! THE BRAVE ! ' I. THE ARMY AND NAVY. " Fear not, my Peggy, stormy winds, Nor dread the exulting foe, 'Tis honour calls, our King commands, And Colin now must go. He goes, but soon shall come again. Enriched with spoils and fame ; Nay, dry these tears, my bonny lass, To weep it were a shame. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. (( Chorus. The anchor's weigh'd The crew's on board, Our conquering flag's unfurl'd ; And England's glory Still shall be The wonder of the world. " Our gracious Prince with one accord, We'll join with heart and hand, To nerve his arm, whose gentle sway Protects this happy land. With filial love, and duty joined. His cause we will defend ; For Europe finds and owns in him, A Father and a Friend. " Where'er from coast to coast we sail, Our praises fly before, And British valour is renowned From Ind' to Afric's shore. We shun no toil — no danger dread — No vain alarms we feel. Nor prize our lives, but as they may Promote our country's weal. " WeVe rescued Spain— invaded France — - At Leipsic raised a flame. Where babes unborn, as years advance, Shall bless the British name. Then here's to Stewart, in court or camp, Or wheresoe'r he roam ; For those who fight for us abroad. Should be revered at home. <* From Holland, 'tis remembered yet, Our great King William came ; To Holland now we pay the debt, We go with conq'ring Graeme. 5 8 DOMINIO^ ORANGE HARMONIST. Barossa's field his deeds report, Sebastian owns his fame, , And Frenchmen buried in Belgian forts, Shall find him still the same. " Then, fear not, Peggy — from the mast The signals wave in air, The boatswain pipes all hands on deck, And Colin is not there. My bonny lass, I love thee well. But love my honour more." In haste he kissed her blushing cheek — The boat forsook the shore ; And Peggy wiped the pearly drops From eyes as black as sloes ; " May Heaven protect my Colin's life," She cried, " where'er he goes ; For Heave. 1 can turn the balls aside When danger hovers near ; And trusting in its guardian care, I'll banish every fear." GhMus. " Yet gladly shall I see again. The conq'ring flag unfurled. And hail our glorious fleet returned, The wonder of the world." — Rev. John Graham. WHEN IN WAR ON THE OCEAN. When in war on the ocean we meet the proud foe, Tho' with ardour for conquest our bosoms may glow, Let us see on their vessels old England's flag wave. They shall find British sailors but conquer to save. ) ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 9 And now their pale ensigns we view from afar, With three icheers they are welcomed by each British tar, Whilst the genius of Britain still bids us advance, And our guns hurl, in thunder, defiance to France, But mark our last broadside — she sinks, down she goes ! Quickly man all our boats, they no longer are foes ; To snatch a brave fellow from a watery grave, Is worthy a Briton, who conquers to save. THE CHESAPEAKE AND SHANNON. At Boston one day, as the Chesapeake lay, » The captain his crew thus began on : — " See that ship out at sea ! she our prize soon shall be ; 'Tis the tight little frigate the Shannon. Oh ! 'twill be a good joke. To take Commodore Brooke, And add to our navy the Shannon." Then he made a great bluster, calling all hands to muster, And said, " Now, boys, stand firm to your cannon ; Let us get under weigh, without further delay, And capture the insolent Shannon. We soon shall bear down on the Shannon. The Chesapeake's prize is the Shannon. Within two hours' space. We'll return to this place. And bring into harbour the Shannon ! " Now alongside they range, and broadsides they exchange ; But the Yankees soon flinch from their cannon. When the captain and crew, without further ado, Are attacked, sword in hand, from the Shannon, By the ti^ht little tars of the Shannon, ' nli- ' ^1- 10 DOMINION ORANGE IIAEMONIST. «'• !ii The brave commodore of the Shannon, Fir'd a deadly salute, Just to end the dispute, And the Chesapeake struck to the Shannon. Let America know the respect she should show To our national flag and our cannon ; And let her take heed, that the Thames and the Tweed, Give us tars just as brave as the Shannon. Here's to Commodore Brooke of the Shannon ; May the olive of peace »* Soon bid enmity cease. From the Chesapeake shore to the Shannon. NATIONAL SONG. When order in the land commenced. With Alfred's sacred laws, Then sea-girt Britons, closely fenced. Joined in one common cause ; The glorious name, an Englishman, -Struck terror to the foe, And conquering William fix'd a fame. That shall for ages grow ! On Albion's cliff's let commerce smile, And cheering plenty bring, Then sweet content shall bless the isle, And George its gracious King ! Our Henrys and our Edwards too, Framed once a Constitution, Which Orange William did renew By glorious revolution. Mild Anne, with sceptre gently swayed. Ensured her people's love ; And when her kingdo'n's peace she made^ Was called to realms above ! ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 11 Hence British freedom, rights and laws, From whence her glories spring, The prayer of grateful Britain draws On George its gracious King. Great George and Charlotte's happy reign, In union binds the land, And scatters blessings o'er the main With a benignant hand : The regal stock its royal fruit Like ivy round it clings. From whence its spreading branches shoot, A race of future Kings. Chorus. Thence English, Scotch, and Irishmen, With heart and voice shall sing, While Brunswick's line adorns the throne, God save our gracious King ! THE VOICE OF BRITAIN. Away, my brave boys, haste away to the shore. Our foes, the vile French, boast they're straight coming o'er, To murder and plunder, and ravish and burn ! Let them come — we'll take care they shall never return : For around the white cliffs, hark ! the notes loudly ring. Brave Britons are ready ; Steady, boys, steady. To fight for old England, our laws, and our Queen. They know that united, we, sons of the waves. Would ne'er bow to Frenchmen, nor grovel like slaves So before they durst venture to touch on our strand, They strove with sedition to poison our land, But around the, &c. .; !i 12 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. They swore we were slaves, were all lost and undone, That a Jacobin nostrum, as sure as a gun, Would make us all equal, and happy and free ; 'Twas only to dance round their liberty tree. No, no, round the cliffs, &c. But their note is now changed, and they threaten to pour Their hosts on our land, to lay waste and devour ; To drench our fair fields and our cities in gore. Nor cease to destroy till Old England's no more. Let them come, if they dare — hark ! &c. My sweet rosy Nan is a true British wife. And loves her dear Dick as she loves her own life ; Yet she ties on my knapsack, and smiles while I go To meet the proud French, and to lay their heads low. And chaunts round the, &c. And Ned, my brave boy, with a true English heart. Has entirely forsaken his plough and his cart : His farm he has quitted to dig in a trench. And all for the sake of a cut at the French. While he sings all day long, let the notes, &c. Away, then, my boys, haste away to the shore. Our foes, the vile French, boast they're straight coming o'er, To murder, and plunder, and ravish and burn, They may come — but by ! they shall never return. For around the, &c. WE WANT NO REPUBLIC. Ye brave loyal heroes who honour the Queen, See the thistle, the rose, and the shamrock so green. Twined firmly together despite the " Repeal." Base traitors may preach up sedition and strife, Aftd demagogues cry out for " war to the knife \ " ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 18 They may try to dissever the shamrock and rose, But remember such men are Hibernia's worst foes : We want no Republic, we'll have no Repeal. Fair liberty, England has built thee a throne, The laws of our country through Europe are known : We want no Republic, we'll have no Repeal ! The volatile Frenchmen may banish their King, And the Prussians concession from Frederick may wring. But Britain was first in the work of reform. And freely bestowed what the French took by storm : We want no Republic, we'll have no Repeal ! Ever dear to our hearts, chiefest blessing of Heaven, Is the freedom we have in the land that we live in : We want no Republic, we'll have no Repeal ! To gain us this freedom our ancestors bled. And we swear by the blood which our forefathers shed To fight to the last in fair liberty's cause. And guard our religion, our Queen, and our laws : We want no Republic, we'll have no Repeal ! Should France e'er attempt, or by fraud, or by guile, Her forces to land on our Emerald Isle, To form a Republic, and force the Repeal, We'll show to the world that we'll never be slaves, And the French shall possess our green fields for their graves. Should the torrent of war ever burst on our land. For our Queen and the Union till death firm'^we'll stand : We want no Republic, we'll have no Repeal ! KING WILLIAM. To William, wise, the good and great, Old Europe owes a mighty debt ; Queen Bess maintained the Reformation, But Nassau settled its foundation. ■lii 14 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, From France's yoke and Rome's false creed, The Hollanders by him were freed, And Britain's isles by him were saved. From bigots cruel and depraved. To him the Pope's weak minion owes A blessing which he little knows, Or now forgets, from terror freed, The privilege to change his creed : A liberty by thousands taken, Who fraud and error have forsaken. O'er Thomond's fields, O'Brien's race Think Popery a foul disgrace. O'Neil, once deemed the Pope's right hand. In True Blue ranks holds high command. O'Sheridans, in Cavan famed, The Popish creed have long disclaimed, Ot bulls, and beads, and mass ashamed. An hundred years ago, O'Donnell Renounced the " beast " in old Tyrconnell ; McMahon's race in fruitful Clare, Abhor Priestcraft and Latin prayer ; Fitzgibbon, on fair Limerick's plain. The Monks and Masshouses disdain ; The Rourkes in Mayo, once renowned, Among high Protestants are found. Clanrickard's Marquis in Galway own ISfo fealty, but to England's throne ; To William's sword, as all men know, The " Habeas Corpus " Act we owe. Our thanks to him we may express, For all the freedom of our press ; The lawyer, too, who now delights In William's boon; the Bill of Rights. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 15 Free from the bailiff, dun, and setter, The Sabbath day he gave the debtor ; His deeds by Addison were sung, And gallant Wellesley, too, when young, His harp in William's praises strung. Then let us cherish, wise and free, King William's glorious memory. And never may that man grow older, Who flings the bumper o'er his shoulder. SIRES OF WILLIAM'S GLORIOUS REIGN. Genius of Erin's Emerald Isle, In all thy ancient glory rise ! And teach thy sons at death to smile, While this proud strain ascends the skies : " Sires of William's glorious reign Triumph in your sons again." Awake true sons of Erin, wake. Attend your King and country's call. Beneath your bands shall treason shake. Beneath your arms shall treason fall ! '* Sires of William's glorious reign, " In their sons, shall fight again." Hark ! down the Boyne's immortal flood, Flows this sublime triumphant sound, Where, like yon column, firm they stood. Till victory's self their virtues crowned : " Sires of William's glorious reign " Bid their sons their right maintain." Hark ! how from Aughrim's blood-stained field — Stained with the blood that warms your heart— /i'' DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. The shades of those that ne'er could yield, Thus prompt the patriot's awful part : " Sires of William's glorious reign ** Trust their sons to guard this plain." And, hark ! from Derry's sacred walls, That spurned the tyrant at their feet, A guardian voice conspiring calls, And Derry's sons the strain repeat : ''Sires of William's glorious reign, " Guard in us, these walls again." Again shall Enniskillen pour Her heroes, for their rights to die ; Before them, as in days of yore, Shall traitors, tyrants, Frenchmen, fly : " Sires of William's glorious reign " Fought not for their sons in vain." The men of Erin catch the flame, The spirit of the Isle's abroad ; They pant to share their fathers' fame. Like them, in war or death, unawed : " Sires of William's glorious reign " Ne'er can call their sons in vain." WHILE VANQUISHED ERIN. While vanquished Erin weeps beside The Boyne's triumphant river, The guardian spirits of its tide This lesson still shall give her : In vain you speed your vengeful darts. Though poisoned gall is on them, For God (who shields his faithful hearts,) Shall grant us still to shun them. ORANGE SOmS AND POEMS. 17 Oh ! long shall Erin weep in vain, As time so oft has taught her. Though careless she returns again, And hovers on that water, And sounds with rancour'd, poisoned breath Her shafts of defamation ; Still fraught with vengeance, hate and death. As emblems of her station. Each year as vanquish'd, she shall mourn, By that immortal river, Its faitiiful guardians still return. This oitter draught to give her : Propitious shine, ye powers of good, And crown this day for ever ; And may the Boyne's triumphant flood Resign its glories never. Then proudly flow till time is o'er, And sacred be thy water ; For freedom gilds thy favoured shore, And dearly have we bought her ; And while her bright and glorious ray. Shall beam on us for ever. The hearts that she has linked this day, No fate or time shall sever. THE ORANGE LILY. And did you go to see the show, each rose and pink-a-dilly, O ! To feast your eyes, and view the prize, won by the Orange Lily, ! ^ Heigho, the lily, O ! The royal, loyal lily, ! Beneath the sky What flower can vie With Erin's Orange Lily, ! P 18 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. The Viceroy there, so dcbonnaire, just like a daffodilly, 0, "With Lady Clarke, blithe as a lark, approached the Orange Lily, ! Heigho, &c. Then starting back, he cried, good lack ! some say he looked quite silly, ! " Oh ! deed of woe ! must I bestow, the prize upon the lily, ! Heigho, &c. Sir Charley, too, looked very blue, while laughed Horse- Master Billy, O, To think his Ex — — a flower should vex ; and that an Orange Lily, O Heigho, &c. A. fairer flower, throughout the bower, he sought but willy, niUy, 0, With moistened eyes, he gave the prize to Erin's Orange Lily, ! Heigho, &c. The lowland field may roses yield, gay heaths the highland hilly, O, But high or low, no flower can show, like Erin's Orange Lily, ! Heigho, &c. Let dandies fine in Bond-street shine, gay nymphs in Pic- cadilly, 0, But fine or gay must yield the day to Erin's Orange Lily, 0! Heigho, &c. The elated muse, to hear the news, jumped like a Connaught filly, 0, As gossip Fame did loud proclaim, the triumph of the lily, 0! Heigho, &c. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 19 Then come, brave boys, and share her joys, and toast the health of Willy, O, Who bravely won on Bovne's red shore, the royal Orange Lily, ! Heigho, the lily, ! « The Royal Orange Lily, ! Fair freedom's flower ! May each kind powei". Protect the Orange Lily, ! ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. GEORGE WALKER. Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee. Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb ; The Saviour has passed through the portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. Thou art gone to the grave — we no longer behold thee. Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side, But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since The Sinless has died. Pic- Aly, Thou art gone to the grave — and its mansions forsaking, Perchance* thy tired spirit in doubt lingered long ; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the song which thou heardest was the seraphim's song. Thou art gone to the grave, 'twere wrong to deplore thee. When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide ; He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee, Where death hath no sting since the Saviour has died. —Bishop Heber. 20 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. ENNISKILLEN. Hail ! Enniskillen, we explore — But not without emotion — The places which thy sires of yore, Defended with devotion ; The ground on which they fought and bled, Till the result was glorious ; On which — as if divinity led — Through fear, they proved victorious. But lo ! the despot's hosts that came, By hope illusive flattered, In quest of honour, finding shame. Were in a moment scattered. Keep thy progenitors in sight, By their example learning How valour's daring may unite With wisdom's sage discerning. They knew their Maker's cause was sure, On which their own depended ; Their rights were therefore most secure When His were most defended. Persuaded that the cause was God's In which they were engaging, They fearless met apparent odds. With hell and havoc raging. Heaven sent success ; their banners bright, A-ppeared as angel pinions ; But damp and darkness, fear and fright, Came o'er the tyrant's minions. Preserve these banners, for they teach, To every tongue and nation, An element beyond the reach Of bigots' penetration. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 21 Then let thy sons in solemn state, With these unfolded o'er them — At seasons fit commemorate The brave who went before them. Then, Enniskillen, persevere. Thy principles extending ; Night's course is waning, day is near, And Erin's sun ascending. THE DIAMOND WILL BE TRUMPS AGAIN. There was a time, when 'twas no crime To give the grateful thought its way ; — When none need shrink, who wish to drink To the deeds of many a glorious day. But Popish power in evil hour, Has o'er us flung its galling chain ; Yet bide a wee, and you shall see, How the Diamond will be trumps again. The night is dark, no friendly spark Is glimmering through its cheerless gloom. Nor moon nor star beams forth from far. The path of danger to illume ; Yet still the ray of kindling day Once more will brighten hill and plain ; So bide a wee, and you shall see How the Diamond will be trumps again. Behold, before the billows roar, Yon shattered bark is borne away ; The furious gale has rent each sail, The yawning surges claim their prey : Yet there's a power in that dread hour, Will still the tempest, calm the main ; Then bide a wee, and you shall see How the Diamond will be trumps again. 22 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Thick flew the balls round " Derry walls," Beleaguered by the ruthless foe ; And famine pale bid stout hearts quail, And death in every form of woe ; Yet still she clung to hope, and flung Defiance forth — nor hoped in vain ; Then bide a wee, and you shall see How the Diamond will be trumps again. But, away with care and dark despair, Each thought of grief and suffering sore. We'll put to flight this festive night, That celebrates the days of yore ; The glorious day is on its way — The brightest in Victoria's reign — The day of glee to the bold and free, When the Diamond will be trumps again. — Colonel Blacker. ANTI-REPEAL SONG. i'l Ye sons of loyalty arise, And fearlessly unite ; Delay not — see your enemies Collecting all their might ; See how the wily traitors all, With unremitting zeal. Strive to advance, both great and small, Kebellion or Repeal. Then, Protestants arise, defend The Union strenuously. Remember that thereon depend Your lives and liberty ; Acting to Britain, lest you may Too soon be taught to feel The iron rod of Popish sway, Should they obtain Repeal. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 23 Let Parliament no more neglect This treason to subdue ; Nor will mere threatening have effect — They must be up and do : Let them arrest the traitors, and With firm and loyal zeal, Have this proclaimed throughout the land- ** There shall be no Repeal." ER. Many were to the scaffold led For treason, not so great As that which they now, void of dread, Spread 'gainst the Church and State. Shall rebels with impunity Oppose the empire's weal 1 Shall they from punishment be free Who agitate Repeal 1 And let the end rebellion be — Their threatenings we disdain ; The Legislative Union we Shall with our lives maintain. Ye valiant loyal Northern men, Shall die the bond to seal ; The well-shot guns of Ulster then Shall thunder " No Repeal." ':! Then, Protestants, your country calls, That you as brethren join ; Remember Derry's maiden walls, And Aughrim and the Boyne. And let your foes remember, too, Tho' it their blood congeal. We now as then will subdue them ; They '11 never get Repeal, r7.-*7rr.-T"^-«iI*?Vi.'P'/--1flf"'K"«f»Wr 24 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. A PLACE TO DIE. Where Bramhall ruled, where Great George Walker taught, Where KI^G presided, and where Murray fought ; On classic ground, in station low or high — There would I wish to live, and like to die ; There would I rest among the good and brave, And find at last near Derry's Walls — a grave. — Graham. WHILE BRITAIN'S SONS THEIR FREEDOM BOAST. While Britain's sons their freedom boast— Their King, their laws, their nation — The y lomanry now form an host For mutual preservation. For with disgust at blood-stained France, Each Briton seeks a leader, The plouj^hshare shines a polished lance, T' repel the bold invader. Clwrus. Then rear the standard, grasp the lance, Let 's hail the great occasion — Let 's wield the scourge to punish France, When she attempts invasion. Ah ! who so false to nature's laws. Would rend the strong connection, Between the parent anf. her cause. When she demands protection ? lerne's sons the summons hear, Inspired with worth inherent. And, dauntless, one and all they swear, To die or save their parent. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 25 Say, can the discontented few, Whose only aim is plunder. The cause of social love subdue, Or rend her ties asunder ? May they as noxious weeds appear. Who choke the glebe that grows them — Who serpent-like are fostered here. Yet sting their parent bosom 1 On fair Britannia's faithful breast, See Royal George reposing, While murdered Louis sinks to rest, French cruelty exposing. Go ! drink the tears that monarchs weep Ye regicides ! whose lust 'tis. In guiltless breasts your poinards deep T' implant, then call it justice ! Oh ! may each loyal British soul, Find freedom and protection ; By guarding one we guard the whole, Against this French infection. Our coasts well lined with walls of wood. Our hearts with resolution. In George's cause we'll shed our blood To King and Constitution. BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corpse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot, O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night. The sods with our bayonets turning, DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. I III fi I iil By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And our lanterns dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow. But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought on the morrow. We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed his lonely pillow. That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heaw task was done. When the clock told the hour for retiring ; And we heard, by the distant and random gun, That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and goiy ! We carved not a line, we raised not a stone ; But we left him alone in his glory. —Rev. C. Wolfe. YOU WILLIAMITES SO TRUE. You Williamites so true, of the Orange and the Blue, That dwell in this country all round, round, round. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 27 ! may they increase, and multiply in ev'ry place, And join to keep Rebellion down, down, down. And join to keep Rebellion down. On the 23rd of May was to have been the fatal day, To assassinate all friends of the crown, crown, crown, But our kingly yeomen brave our country then did save, By keeping the Rebellion down, down, down. By keeping the Rebellion down. Oh ! well may you remember, on the 4th of last November, The birthday of William, high in renown, nown, nown, What a glorious sight was seen that day in College-green, Of them that kept Rebellion down, down, down. Of them that kept Rebellion down. The Crops were so dismayed when our Orange was displayed, At our victory they were seen to frown, frown, frown, They also stopped their ears, being much annoyed by cheers. And the band playing " Croppies lie down," down, down. And the band playing " Croppies lie down." So fill high your glasses to him who made the Crops to swing. In villages, in cities, and in town, town, town ; Lord Camden is his name, may he shortly come again. To keep Rebellion down, down, down. To keep Rebellion down. — Graham. MACKENZIE'S PETITION TO PAYNE. To Payne in a dungeon, as he sat on his throne, Some traitors in Canada prepared a petition ; That he for his friends would Republican own, And prefer them his favourite sons of sedition. For this was their aim Wherever they came, I> N 28 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. To set all in confusion — the world in a flame, And they begged he'd instruct them how best to convey Peace, freedom, and comfort from Canada away. P li ^ 11 ll \ n " My sons," says Tom Payne, " you are welcome and well, 'Tis a jubilee here when the world's in trouble ; Each demon rejoices when subjects rebel, But when a kingdom's o'erturned our triumph is double, Our dungeon doth ring, Cid Malo we'll sing ; My sons, dip your hands in the blood of your King, Join the * Central Committee,' and quickly convey Peace, freedom, and comfort from Canada away." *' Great Sir," they replied, " we approve of your plan, Each virtue we'll banish, each truth we'll disown ; With the ' States,' in their fury, we'll join heart and hand, Hurl CoLBORNE from York, and William dethrone. Their backs we shall ply In a transport of joy, But Great Britain arose, with old Ireland to stand, And said, to repulse them, Canadians will join ; Whilst William defends fair Albion's dear land. The conquest in Canada, Sir John, shall be thine : Then let them draw near, It soon shall appear That Britons are ever still strangers to fear ; We'll soon trim those Radicals who strive to convey Peace, freedom, and comfort from Canada away. — Ogle R. Gowan. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 29 THE VICTORY OF THE BOYNE. When William rais'd his flag on high, Th'embattled host sent forth a cry, That rather than they'd basely die, They'd fight for victory. With this intent, they marched on, Unto the reedy banks of Boyne, Where James awaits his valiant son, But lost the victory. King James took post on high Donore, And heard the distant cannons roar, Which thundered through the fields of war, And crown'd the victory. But William led his forces on, — Was ever present in the van, Strictly exhorting every man To push for victory. A cannon ball grazed William's arm, Which caused among his men alarm, But did his Majesty no harm. Nor stayed the victory. Full fifteen hundred men were lost, The flow'r of all the Irish host ; Five hundred British were the cost Of this famed victory. Duke Schomberg's death o'erbalanced all, Who met his fate by a musket ball — King William mourn'd this hero's fall, Who died 'midst victory. — Ogle R. Gowan. T 30 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. THE KING, GOD BLESS HIM. A goblet of Burgundy, fill, fill for me. Give those who prefer it Champagne , But whatever the wine, it a bumper shall be. If I ne'er drink a bumper again ; Now, now, when the cares of the day are thrown by. And all man's best feelings possess him. And the soul lights her beacon of truth in the eye. Here's a health to the King ! God bless him ! Ill The wealthy of Rome at their banquets of old. When to those whom they honoured they quatF'd, Threw pearls of great price in their goblets of gold. More costly to render their draught ! I boast not of gems, but my heart's in my glass, Of its love nought can e'er dispossess him ; — Upstanding — uncovered — round, round let it pass — Here's a health to the King ! God bless him ! Chorus. Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Upstanding — uncovered — round, round let it pass — Here's a health to the King ! God bless him ! THE CONTRAST. I I -■ Written under Windsor Terrace, February 17th. 1820. I saw him last on this terrace proud. Walking in health and gladness, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 31 Begirt with his court, and in all the crowd Not a single look of sadness. Bright was the sun, and the leaves were green, Blithely the birds were singing ; The cymbals replied to the tambourine. And the bells were merrily ringing. I have stood by the crowd beside his bier. When not a word was spoken ; But every eye was dim with aj tear. And the silence by sobs was broken. I have heard the earth on his coffin pour, To the muffl'd drum's deep rolling ; Whilst the minute gpn, with its solemn roar, Drown'd the death bell's tolling. From the time when we walked in his glory thus, To the grave till I saw him carried ; Was an age of the mightiest change to us, But to him a night unvaried. We have fought the fight ; from his lofty throne The foe of our land we have tumbled ; And it gladdened each eye save his alone, For whom that foe we humbled. A daughter beloved — a Queen — a son, And a son's sole child have perished ; And sad was each heart save the only one, By whom they were fondest cherished. « For his eyes were sealed, and his mind was dark, And he sat in his age's lateness. Like a vision throned as a solemn mark, Of the frailty of human greatness. 32 ■■l,'^^"^■' ; ■ '"V -"^-t;-. ,«^¥J'„^i^'-^^i*ri,V.^'VXV»^'»ejr7p.',;,VyjTs«-igf -,7 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. His silver head o'er his bosom spread, Unmoved by Hfe's commotion ; Lili'i a yearly lengthening snowdrift shed. O'er the calm of the frozen ocean. Still o'er him oblivion's waters lay, Though the stream of time was flowing : When they spoke of our King, 'twas but to say- " That the old man's strength was going." At intervals thus the waves disgorge, By weakness rent asunder ; A piece of the wreck of the Royal George^ For the people's pity and wonder. He is gone at length, he is laid in the dust, Death's hand his slumbers breaking ; For the coffin'd sleep of the good and just Is sure of a blissful waking. His people's heart is his funeral urn ; And should sculptured stone be denied him. There will his name be found, when in turn We lay our heads beside him. ON THE DEATH OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS FEEDERICK, DUKE OF YORK AND ALBANY. Strike ! strike, the proud banners, that flaunted in glory, Let them droop where they triumph'd o'er mountain and wave; While the death bell and muffle drum tell the sad story, Of a chieftain gone down to the sleep of the grave. If the splendours of ancestry, honours and power, Could avert for a period mortality's doom. ORANGE SONGS AND FOEMS. 33 Oh 1 distant indeed would have been the dark hour That opened before him the steps to the tomb. Ve spirits of Brunswick, the fearless, the glorious, Whose deeds left a long track of glory behind ; Who rode through the storm of the battle victorious, And your fame with the freedom of England entwined. Receive him, whose heart was as brave as his sire's. Who never the plume of his ancestry stained, When the storm of fierce war flashed around him its fires, And the foeman the furies of battle unchained. Receive him, whose spirit was gentle and mild. When the war-cloud rolled far from the carnage-spread plain. To whom the poor orphan has looked up and smiled, And the tears of the widow not pleaded in vain. Though stern when believing his country in danger, Once the strife of the field or the senate was o'er. His bosom to every dark feeling a stranger. Remembered the foe he encountered no more. Though his fame for a season by error was clouded, Yet long years of virtue his memory shall save From malice which, while its cold victim lay shrouded. Crawled forth as a vampire to fret on his grave. Yet, whenever the flag of his country unfurled. The sign of the free floating grandly along ; Unfolding the red cross in light through the world. That never can stoop to oppression and wrong : There, there shall the proofs of his labour be shewn, Who when the high fame of the land was o'ercast, So marshall'd thy chivalry, England ! that none Was left to contend with thy glory at last. ;sj 1 — ~ u 34 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. * * Raise, raise the proud banners again in their glory, Again let them float o'er the mountain and wave ; For his name shall live on in his country's bright story, While its people are free and its soldiers are brave. - m I ' GOD BLESS BRAVE CUMBERLAND. God bless brave Cumberland ! Who made so great a stand In William's cause, When Wellington and Peel Impiously did repeal Our penal laws ; And from our regal crown. Tore all her bulwarks down, And prostrate to the ground Trampled our laws. When James usurped the throne, Britain in chains did groan. And slavery ; But the ALL-seeing eye Saw from his throne on high Our destiny ; And soon to our happy shore William triumphant bore, Who did our Church restore From Popery. Then for old Erin's Isle, That fugitive exile, James, skulking made ; And before Derry's wall, Our renowned citadel. There he displayed A host of combined supplies, I i OllANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 35 Blackguards and French allies ; But the Apprentice Boys Stood undismayed. Then came the trying hour, When Rome's despotic power Deluged the land ; And our grandsires combined, By a pass-word and sign, To establish a plan, That Protestants knew to try, Friends from the enemy, And in their last agony, Breathed out " I AM." Let us now with equal zeal Maintain our nation's weal, And firmly stand ; And our most precious lives Offer a sacrifice, While CUMBEllLAND Has raised William's banner high, And on to Victory Shall lead us triumphantly. At his command ! — Shannon. KING GEORGE THE THIRD. iialjo we his monument ! what giant pile c'mI] honour him to far posterity ? His n. onument shall be his ocean isle ; The voice of his redeeming thunders be His epitaph upon the silver sea. And million spirits from whose neek he bore The fetter, and made soul and body free ; And unborn millions, from earth's farthest shore, Shall bless the Christian King till the last sun is o'er. —Rev. George Croly. m ill: 36 DOMINION ORANGE HAUMONmT. PITT. When the war-trumpet sounded, and hostile alarms Called Europe to battle, and Britain to arms, 'Tis sweet to remember how firmly she stood, An island unstained 'mid an ocean of blood. 'Tis over, and Britain's illustrious name Is written in gold in the temple of fame ; Whilst her trumpet's shrill notes causes Europe to ring With praise for her sons, and with prayers for her King. But dark was the hou ^^hen she stood to oppose All Europe in arms, at i 'Jlurope as foes ; But she burned with a flai. by a patriot lit From the glory which shone from her guardian Pitt. Full long had Britannia her war spear to wield, To strike with her arm and to guard with her shield ; She triumph'd ! and oh ! may her sons never quit The virtues, the firmness, the counsels of Pitt. The red cross of Britain has ^^hone o'er the wave, Has streamed in the field, and has lowered o'er the grave ; Has roused up the Briton, but daunted the Gaul, To the one "Glori/s Kobe " — to the other his Fall. Till time has expired shall Pitt's glorious name Be joined to his hero's — to Wellington's fame ; Nay, written by glory they never shall die, By the beams of the sun on the arch of the sky. May our commerce, our fame, and our glory increase. Made rich by a blessing — the blessing of peace ; For 'twas purchased, as gratitude's tongue must admit, By our Wellington's sword, through the counsels of Pitt ! ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 3^ PITT AND NELSON. (from the introduction to canto the first of mar- mion, by scott.) To mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings ; The genial call dead nature hears, And in her glory re-appears. But oh ! my country's wintry state What second spring shall renovate ? What powerful call shall bid arise The buried warlike and the wise ; The mind that thought for Britain's weal, The hand that grasped the victor's steel 1 The vernal sun new light bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But vainly, vainly may he shine. Wherein glory weeps o'er Nelson's shrine \ And vainly pierce the solemn gloom, That shrouds, Pitt, thy hallowed tomb ! ***** Deep graved in every British heart, 0, never let those names depart ! Say, to your sons — Lo, here his grave, The victor who died on Gadite wave ; To him as to the burning levin, Short, bright, resistless course was given. Where'er his country's foes were found, Was heard the fated thunder's sound ; Till burst the bolt on yonder shore, Eolled, blazed, destroyed — and was no more. # * # * * Nor mourn ye less his perished worth. Who bade the conqueror go forth. And launch'd that thunderbolt of war On Egypt, Haffina, Trafalgar : TF 38 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Who born to guide such high emprize, For Britain's weal was early wise ; Alas ! to whom the Almighty gave, For Britain's sins an early grave. *^^ *^ *^ ^^ ^^ ^^ *^ ^^ Had'st thou but liv'd, though stripp'd of power, A watchman on the lonely tower, Thy thrilling trump had roused the land, When fraud or danger were at hand ; By thee, as by the beacon light, Our pilots had kept course aright ; As some proud column, though alone, Thy strength had propp'd the tottering throne. Now is the stately column broke, The beacon-light is quench'd in smoke. The trumpet's silver sound is still. The warder silent on the hill I * * * Then while on Bi"i' aiii o thousand plains. One unpolluted Church remains, Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's maddening sound, But still upon the hallowed day, Convoke the swains to praise and pray ; While faith and civil peace are dear, Grace this cold marble with a tear, — He who preserved them, PITT lies here ! —Sir Walter Scott. THE CHURCH OF OUR FATHERS. Half screened by its trees in the Sabbath's calm smile, The Church of our Fathers, how meekly it stands 1 villagers, gaze on the old hallowed pile — It was dear to their hearts, it was raised by their hands. Who loves not the ground where they worshipp'd their God? ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 39 Who loves not the ground where their ashes repose 'i Dear even the daisy that blooms on the sod, For dear is the dust out of which it arose ! Then say, shall the temple our forefathers built. Which the storms of long ages have battered in vain. Be abandoned by us from supineness or guilt, say, shall it fall by the rash and profane 1 Go, perish the impious hand that would take One shred from its altar, one stone from its towers ! The pure blood of martyrs have flowed for its sake And its fall — if it fall —shall be reddened with ours ! NELSON. When Trafalgar's tremendous fight was won. And Freedom sacrificed her favourite son ; Britannia, throned upon the heaving sea, Stained with her tears the pomp of victory ; And gladly would have flung away the fame Her hero gained, his spirit to reclaim ! I- O'CONNELL. As oft in life so in his last bequest, The Patriot and the Papist stand confess'd ; The worthless trunk reclaims its native home. The heart is — where it ever was — at Rome. PEEL'S APOSTASY. An orange had a peel of yore, So bright, so smooth, so fine of pore ; So glossy, and so wondrous firm, That England scarce could find a term V. 40 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Of panegyric strong enough Its essence and its fame to puff. So much admired, it needs must go, From hand to hand, from high to low ; Till even by Majesty 'twas graced, And in a Cabinet was placed. But, ah ! the hot polluted air, Of foul corruption which was there ; And all its pent up rotten store. Withered the Orange to its core ; Till now the once bright Peel is seen By mildew turned to foulest green ! LONDONDERRY. Hail sacred walls ! while circling years shall flow, Or genial suns illume this vale below ; While sparkling stars diffuse their distant light, And cheer with fainter beams the sable night — While yon blue arch with sun or stars shall shine, Be thine the triumph as the woe was thine ; May rdl thy citizens supremely blest, Unite the hero's with the patriot's breast, And like their sires unrivalled in renown, Maintain our liberties, our church, and crown. — Leonidas. THE MASSACRE OF ST. BARTHOLOMEW. PARIS, AUGUST 24th, 1572. St. Bartholomew's day ! we have noted the time, So fearfully dark in the annals of crime, When France saw her thousands who worshipped the Lord, Fall, hewn to the ground by Rome's treacherous sword ; ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 41 Wlien her bloodhounds raged fierce to unpeople the land, When a King on his flock turned his butchering hand ; And the old and the young, and the timid and brave, Undistinguished were cast in one common grave. Thou smilest, proud harlot ! perchance at the thought, Which Bartholomew's day to our memory hath brought ; And high on the throne of thy purple and pride, The woes of our martyrs canst calmly deride. But deep on thine head lies the guilt of that day ; The shrieks of the dying have not passed away ; The cry of their blood hath ascended to heaven, And a day for dread vengeance will surely be given. Strangely flushed is thy cheek, but it is not with wine. Thine hand grasps a cup and thy brow bears a sign : Thine eye glares with hatred, thy proud lip is curled With a smile of contempt which defies the whole world. But, mark it, thou drunken with holiest blood ! The day of thy plagues will come in as a flood -, The year of the Lord's purchased people draws nigh, And the light of His comins; will flash on thine eye. We look on the blood which thy right hand hath spilt ; We joy for our martjrrs — we mourn for thy guilt ; Though thy brow is as brass, and thy heart is as steel. Though thou laugh'st at our words, for thy woes we can feel. The smoke of thy flames to the sky will ascend, The shrieks of thy tortures the deep hell will rend ; While loud hallelujahs triumphant proclaim, God hath punished thy guilt, and avenged His great name. -M, A. Stodart. 42 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. THE GUNPOWDER PLOT. LONDON, NOVEMBER 5TH, 1603. Ye smile ! I catch those shouts of joy, I hail the bonfire's blaze ; And even love the ungainly toy* That tells of other days : I cannot look with eye of scorn. As the rude image round is borne ; I muse awhile on love and power, Which saved our land in darken'd hour. Yes, dark and deadly all was done — The plotted train was laid ; And England by to-morrow's sun Had seen a sight of dread ; But He who pierces deepest night Darted abroad a ray of light ; No glory, Lord ! for man we claim — AH glory be to Thy great name. Years passed away — a kingly hand Was stretched in league with Rome ; Oppression stalked throughout the land. Invading hearth and home : Silent and still her chain she wound Round England's church and English ground ; Men started, trembling, from repose. And the deep prayer lo heaven arose. The prayer was heard — a foreign fleet On Britain's coast was moor'd ! *The Efligy of Guy Fawktjs. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 43 But who was there the Prince to greet* As Britain's future Lord ] With silent lip, with speaking eye, And thoughtful brow, he looked on high ; His God was near, his cause to own, And sent him to a bloodless throne. Twice perill'd, and twice rescued. Lord To Thee we lift our prayer ; The things which from our sires we've heard Thy truth and power declare. A spirit works — dark, restless, proud ; Rome's thunders roll — dread, deep, not loud ; The might displayed of old, we crave, Our state, our church, to shield and save. And smile not, friends, if with glad eye, I see the village throng. And watch the bonfire blazing high, And list the good old song ; I call to mind what God's right hand Hath done for this our guilty land ; And joy to think that He is near. Danger to mark, and prayer to hear. — M. A. Stodart. *When the Prince of Orange, afterwards King William III. landed in England, he was for several days not joined by any one, the County of Devon having been terrified by the executions which followed after Mon- mouth's Rebellion. ■ !l: THE HOMES OF ENGLAND. The stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across the greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, Hi 44 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. The swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England ! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old. The blessed homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath-hours ! Solemn, yet sweet, the church bell's chime Floats through their woods at morn ; All other sounds, in that still time, Of breeze and leaf are born. The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains. They are smiling o'er her silvery brooks And round the hamlet fanes. Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves, And fearless there they lowly sleep. As the birds beneath the eaves. The free, fair homes of England ! Long, long in hut and hall. May sons of valour there be reared To guard each hallowed wall ! And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod. Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God ! — Mrs. Hemans, II: ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 45 WALKER'S TESTIMONIAL. Here individual prowess peerless shone, And courage in these modern days unknown ; By Grecian heroes only match' d of yore, When Sparta's sons defied the Persian power, And famed Leonidas, with his small band, Against three millions made a gallant stand. Murray and Noble, ever at their post, Were still victorious — in themselves a host ; And many a hero gain'd a deathless name. Whose deeds are blazoned in the scroll of fame, Vain was the steel-clad Gallic soldier's hope, In combat with the Apprentice Boys to cope. As Gaza's mightiest fell before the hand Of Sampson, — so the Gauls before our band. God was to them a sword and buckler bright. And they went forth and conquer'd in His might. —Ramsay. THE BATTLE OF THE LEAGUE. The King is come to marshal us, All in his armour drest, And he has bound a snow white plume Upon his gallant crest. He look'd upon his people, A tear was in his eye ; He look'd upon the traitors. And his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, As roU'd from wing to wing, Down all our lines, a deafening shout, " God save our Lord the King ! " " And if my standard-bearer fall, As fall full well he may, \J t 46 J- 1 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. For never saw I promise yet 0;f such a bloody fray ; Press where you see my bright plume shine Amidst the ranks of war, And be your Oriflamme to day The helmet of Navarre." Hurrah ! the foes are coming : Hark to the mingled uin Of 'fife, and steed, and trump, and drum, And roaring culverin ! The fiery Duke is pricking fast Across St. Andre's plain, With all the hireling chivalry Of Guelders and Almayne. Now by the lips of those we love, Fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Orange lilies, Upon them with the lance ! A thousand spears are striking deep. A thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close Behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd While, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed The helmet of Na\arre. Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayenne hath turned his rein ; D'Aumale hath cried for quarter ; The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking, like thin clouds Before a Biscay gale ; The field is heap'd with bleeding steeds. And flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, And all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew's I" Was passed from man to man : ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 47 But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe ; Down, down with every foreigner I But let your brethren go." Oh ! was there ever sujh a knight, In friendship or in war. As our Sovereign Lord King Henry, The soldier of Navarre. Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; Ho! matrons of Lucerne, Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those Who nyver shall return. Ho ! Philip, send for charity Thy Mexican pistoles. That Antwerp monks may sing at mass For thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, Look that your arms be bright, Ho ! burghers of Ste. Genevieve, Keep watch and ward to-night ; For our God hath crushed the tyrant, Our God hath raised the slave. And mock'd the counsel of the wise, And the valour of the brave. Then glory to His holy name. From whom all glories are , And glory to our Sovereign Lord King Henry of Navarre ! — Macaulay. ; i li"' A SONG OF DELIVERANCE* To celebrate Thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare ; •This •' Song of Deliverance," being a portion of the 9th Psalm, is fre- quently sung at the anniversary conimenioration of the Relief of Deny. 48 DOMIMON ORANGE HARMONIST. To all the listening world Thy work, Thy wondrous works, declare. Thou mad'st our haughty foes to turn Their backs in shameful flight ; Struck with Thy presence, down they fall, They perish'd at Thy sight. Again insulting foes advanced. Thou didst our cause maintain ; Our right, ascending from Thy throne, Where truth and justice reign. Mistaken foes ! your haughty threats Are to a period come ; Our city stands, which you design'd To make our common tomb. Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord, From Sion, His abode ; Proclaim His deeds, till all the world Confess no other God. I BREAKTNG-UP SONG. Pray that Jerusalem may have Peace and felicity ; Let them that love thee and thy peace Have still prosperity. Therefore I wish that peace may still Within thy walls remain ; And ever may thy palaces Prosperity retain. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 49 Now, for my friends and brethren's sake, Peace be in thee, I'll say ; And for the house of God our Lord, I'll seek thy good alway. FOR THE FUNERAL OF A BROTHER. The death-shade dims the brightest eye. And o'ercasts youth with gloom ; And full of thoughts that cannot die, The thoughtful leave the tomb ; For, from the silent house they hear A voice that thrills them through — " In doubt, in danger, persevere ! Be this the hour to do ! " That bosom, coffined, 'neath the sod. Lives yet, in hearts that love. In works of faith, in smiles of God, With brother saints above ! He lives, and shall awake from sleep When dawns eternal day ; He lives, ye mourners cease to weep, God wipes your tears away. ON THE INITIATION OF A BROTHER. Welcome ! brother ! to our band I Welcome ! brother ! heart and hand ! True, together we will stand Or together fall ! By brave Schomberg's martyr-fame ! By great William's glorious name ! We are brethren still the same ! Brethren one and all D > !| W5«PSH IW ! ! I 50 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. OUE GOOD OLD ENGLISH PRINCIPLES. Our good old English principles, I've heard my father say, Have shap'd the country's destinies in many a stormy day. And thus it was, he answered, when 1 asked what they were : — " Go look into your Bible, boy, you'll find them written there." Now, let a man sit calmly down, his Bible on his knee, And tell me what a country's creed, a country's code, should be ; What this should teach, or that forbid — and here I pledge my troth. Our good old English principles shall comprehend them both. First — England's Queen is bound to swear she will main- tain the cause Of God and true religion as the basis of her laws ; That to the humblest working man that toils within the land She'll mete out equal justice with a free unsparing hand. While all the Queen can look for, from her subjects is that they, So long as she rules righteously, like liegemen shall obey. Now if the Queen is faithful to her Coronation Oath, I say that these are principles that must be right for both. Next — there's the Church of England, where every Sabbath- day The poorest man in England is free to kneel and pray ; May hear the Bible read aloud, his Maker's praises sung, And have salvation preached to him — in his own native tongue. Yet every man in England to worship God is free, Just as his conscience urges him, however that may be : Though high and low to act on them too oft, alas ! are loth. Yet these again are principles that must be right for both. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 51 ^ext — by the laws of England, a man is free to do, To speak, to write, to print, whate'er is honest, just, or true ; May choose his occupation, may have, and hold, his own. Against the proudest nobleman— ay, more, against the throne — While all that's ask'd in turn of him, all that the law can claim, Is that he leaves another man as free to do the same. Tho' wealth and honours, like the rain, but on the few may fall. The principles that lead to them exist alike for all. For every wrong a man may do, for every evil deed, Those laws have framed some punishment, or some redress decreed ; For all that may befall a man, age, sickness, or distress. Those laws do all that laws can do, to make their suffering less. Beneath them we have flourished, and have filled the world with fame, It is true that other nations have without them done the same; But, one by one, the world has seen those nations over- thrown. While we have stood triumphant, through our principles alone. King Solomon, the wisest man that on the earth e'er trod, Declares that " all is vanity," except the fear of God. As England loves the welfare of her people and her crown, Let her hold fast the maxim which King Solomon lays down. When far-fetched fine-spun theories, when diplomatic skill, When petty party politics, have wrought sufficient ill. When a most vile expediency shall to the winds be driven, She'll know the worth of principles which have their source ill heaven. b 52 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. THE MEN OF TRUTH. •:J i Stand firm together ! men of truth ! Throughout the land in strength combining, And with the " might of men" stand forth, Our hearts and hands in love entwining, Should Britain hold the truth supreme, And we be called on to defend her. Our blood shall flow with every stream, Ere we our lovely isle surrender. The vassals of a foreign slave Have all our blood-bought rights invaded, Our nation sunk in thraldom's grave, And all its pristine glory faded ! Burns in your breasts our fathers' pride ? Their voice was like a roar of thunder ; They toil'd and wept, and bled and died, And tore th' enslaving chains asunder. Oh ! with the chains our fathers burst. Those tyrants now would fondly bind us ; But ne'er beneath the yoke that curst And blights our native land they'll find us ! The despot's laws let slaves obey ; Of freemen's sons who could command it ? Or bow before the tyrant's sway — Oh, Where's the wretch that dare demand it ? By Derry's walls — on Aughrim's plains ! 'Twas there the noble ranks assembled ; No coward heart their mem'ry stains ; No spirit faltered, fell, or trembled ! When called to tread the battle-field, Their sons, with hearts and courage bolder — Oh ! 'tis their fathers' power to wield, Or with their fathers' bones to moulder ! OB.ANGE SONGS AND POEMS 53 The blood of martyrs fires your veins ! In freedom's cause your sword 's unsheath'd ! To wipe away the blot that stains The land our fathers' blood bequeathed ; To win the rights, oh, luckless hour ! Of which perfidious Rome bereaved us ; To break the haughty tyrant's power, And crush the traitors who deceived us ! Stand firm together ! men of truth ! Though weak and few may be the number ; Gird on your loins the strength of youth, Not idly at your posts to slumber ! Should Britain hold the truth supreme, And we be called on to defend her. Our blood shall flow with every stream. Ere we our lovely isle surrender. A SONG FOR THE YEOMEN. A brave and jolly yeoman long Lived on the river Foyle, When work was throng, a simple song, Beguiled his daily toil : And still the burthen of his song, For ever used to be, *' My King, though all the world goes wrong. Shall find a friend in me. " In ninety-eight, when Erin's state Was bad as bad could be ; When rebels rose, and England's foes Cried loud for liberty : The yeoman then, while other men Shook in their shoes for fear, Undaunted stood and shed his blood, Triumphant through the year. 54 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Oil where ! oh where ! while dull despair Was stalking through the land, Were all the prigs, the brainless Whigs, Who now assume command ? Some quailed at home, some fought for Rome, And others ran away ; While yeomen brave, the land to save. Fought on, and gained the day. And as the gallant yeoman then Stood forward for the throne. With loyal men he'll stand again And slavery disown. For truth and right undaunted fight. While traitors bite the ground ; To England's laws and William's cause, For ever faithful found. — Graham. ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF ELDON. Air,—'' Roy's Wife." Oh, Protestants lament with me That Eldon from your view is riven ; He has been called to meet his God, And has ascended up to heaven. Long will his loss be felt by us — Britannia will forget him never ; His memory will claim a tie That from our cause we ne'er can sever. Let England shrouded be in grief, Since he's been summoned up to glory ; And let his name be handed down In future days in learned story. OBJNGE SONGS AND POEMS. 55 When " George " passed from this vale of tears, And loyal " York " was from us taken ; When " Chatham " too, was called above, Brave " Eldon " still remained unshaken. Firm as a rock, he stood unmoved :■■ The Papal cry for 'mancipation He strove, tho' vain, with might and main To save the sinking British nation. Oh hapless nation to despise The warnings of your great instructor ; Who long maintained your sacred cause, And proved himself your best conductor. " My Lords," he said, " if ever you Permit a Popish agitator To sit in either house, or fill The important post of legislator. From that day forth the sun of Great Britannia sets, and sets forever. My Lords, beware ! Be wise in time. Or rue it afterwards and ever." His words proved vain the " Bill " was pass'd, Forgotten was his revelation , Till scarce a vestige now remains Of our unrivalled constitution. A few short years have only fled Since this sad change came o'er the nation ; Sore griev'd to see his words prove true, And England brought to degradation. ! e lived to see his perjured foes From time to time in piecemeal sever Britannia's blood-bought glories : then Was valued Eldon's " now or never." His duty done, he passed from earth, Unawed by courtly state or splendour, To where the seraphs swell their lays, And praise their God with hymns of wonder. i- 1 ' i Hi 56 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. He ever was the poor man's friend ; " Benign, compassionate and tender," — When press'd by Popish enemies His word was, Derry's — " No surrender ! " The scene has changed, and such a change Has passed o'er us, tho' wide awaken. We pause and ask — " Is't really true That all our rights are from us taken ? " Then Protestants lament with me That Eldon from our cause is riven ; He has been called to meet his God, And now 's enthron'd with saints in heaven. ' — Shannon. THE INVASION. Whilst happy in our native land, So great, so famed in story ; Let's join, my friends, with heart and hand, To raise our country's glory ; When Britain calls, her valiant sons Will rush in crowds to aid her — Snatch, snatch your muskets, prime your guns. And crush the fierce invader ! While every Briton's song shall be, 0, give us death — or victory ! " « Long had this favoured isle enjoy 'd True comforts past expressing. When France her hellish arts employed To rob us of each blessing : These from our hearts by force to tear, Which long we've learned to cherish ; Our frantic foes shall vainly dare — We'll keep them or we'll perish : And every day our song shall be, " 0, give us death — or victory ! " ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 57 Let France in savage accents sing Her bloody revolution ; We prize our country, love our Queen, — Adore our constitution ; For these we'll every danger face, And quit our rustic labours ; Our ploughs to firelocks shall give place, Our scythes be changed to sabres : And glad in arms, our song shall be, " 0, give us death — or victory ! " Soon shall the proud invader learn. When bent on blood and plunder, That British bosoms nobly burn To brave their cannons' thunder ; Low lie those heads, whose wily arts Have planned the world's undoing, Our vengeful blades shall reach those hearts Which seek our country's ruin : And night and morn our song shall be, " 0, give us death — or victory." ORANGE BOOVEN. From Holland the eagles of France are all fled. And the orange of Nassau replaced in their stead ; So we trust our good neighbours bought wisdom may loarn Their friends and allies from their foes to discern. Then advance in full chorus my brave Orangemen, The French we did beat, and we'll beat them again. In the Hollanders' cause we as cordially join, As they did in ours on the banks of the Boyne ; \Mien under King William in one common league. We planted an orange tree fresh from the Hague. Then advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen, May that orange tree flourish for ever : Amen. n ! I! ! !l iii I ir'' "'I I „ ini 58 DOMINION OP. 'INGE HARMONIST. With their blood our brave ancestors moistened its root, And thence the rich flavour we taste in its fruit. With ours, we will also repel each invader, When the law is our guide, and a Brunswick our leader. So advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen, Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again. Here under its ample and wide-spreading shade, Our vows shall to loyalty ever be paid ; It is now in full growth as well as full bearing. The glory, the pride, and the boast of green Erin. So advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen, Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again. There it prospers without any labour or toil. Agrees with the clime, and unites with the soil. And long shall its verdure remain in full force — So long as King William bestrides his grey horse. Then advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen, Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again. And long shall the hero, our champion, be seen, Bestriding that horse to adorn College-green ; In orange and purple superbly arrayed. While he smiles at his boys when they form on parade ; And in their full chorus so cheerful advance. The pride of green Erin — the terror of France. So let those all know who against us petition, Their impotent malice we hold in derision ; No wonder that while their meek parliament sits, That we frighten the upstarts quite out of their wits. While in a full chorus we pray for success To the manly and spirited Derry address. Now, to put to due shame all affected vexation, We report as at large in our first declaration, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 69 That if men will be loyal and tnio to the laws, Under one gracious King and in one noble cause, Till our globe is dissolved and mortality ends, We'll advance in full chorus and hail them as friends. THE TWELFTH OF JULY. When William, fired with glory's cause, Cross'd Boyne's silver flood. He freed us from all Popish laws, And nobly shed his blood For us he braved the raging sea, 'Twas in our cause he bled ; " Death, death," he cried, " or victory !" And on his troops he led. Then swift before his conquering arm James and his legions flew : Nor Priest, nor Mass, nor Pope could harm The hero of true True Blue. He fought and conquered ; glorious day ! On which he set us free ; Triumphant raise each Orange lay And bless his memory. Go, Fame ! thy golden trumpet sound, Let angels join the theme. And earth and sea, and sky resound, In praise of William's name. Yes, Fame ! thy golden trumpet sound, And all the nations fill ; From pole to pole the theme resound, The Orange triumphs still. Hiiji |j|j{|ij!ii;r l!ii^ :l'. '" ! ' ^ i' ■ ■■ 1;! 1 ■," ; ( ■ ■h 1 I, ■ '.1 Mr fSP?" !:; 60 DOMlNIOh ORANGE HARMONIST. KING WILLIAM THE THIRD. Wherefore is the name of William Such a watchword to the free ? Why do we still prize and honour His immortal memory 1 Not because he was a hero, Nor a statesman, nor a King ; But because the truth he honoured More than every other thing. Not because he was the leader Of our fathers in the field, Nor because to kingly traitors He, more kingly, would not yield ; But because for truth he battled. And because for truth he bled ; Arid because for truth he conquered With the heroes he had led. Therefore was the Prince of Orange Honoured and beloved by those Who defied Rome's usurpation. And became her mightiest foes. Therefore was his memory " Pious, Glorious, and Immortal," too. Would that all Great Britain's rulers To tht^ truth, like him, were true. FOR FACTION WE MEET NOT. For faction we meet not — leave that to the foes Of religion and order and peace ; But when bad men combine to disturb our repose, When the wiles of the wicked increase ; .< Wll i ■ ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 61 When in daylight unblushing Rome's minions unite With pale Infidelity's band, It is time for ail good men to put forth their might In defence of the laws of the land ! xVrise, men of Britain ! respond to the call Of your homes. Be your firmness revived : Awake ! it will prelude the demagogue's fall, — From your slumber his strength is derived. From cradle to crutch to extirpate our race, Is the foemau's relentless command ; But he rages in vain if all true men embrace In defence of the laws of the land ! To strengthen the throne, and our rights to proclaim, Of the three old estates of the realm ; To encourage the loyal, the guilty restrain ; With confusion the traitor o'erwhelm ; Be the bond of our friendship, and, oh ! may we long Thus united for liberty stand ; Concede, — we're defeated ! Resist, — we are strong, In defence of the laws of our land I NO SURRENDER. W^ Fill to the brim I now drink to him Of proud, immortal memory ! Who crossed the wave — the bold — the brave- To make our fathers' country free ! Sons of the free, then drink with me, In mem'ry of our brave defender ! Come, fill each glass, and let it pass — Our toast shall still be " No Surrender ! " Here are we met — we'll ne'er forget The day our valiant sires assembled, n*^^^^^- i 1 !■■■ 1 i I ] i j' I ! ii I -"f!:! . DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. And stood in might, and fought for right, While tyrants crouched and traitors trembled ! Then — from the heart — before we part, We'll give — "Our valiant, brave defender ! " Come, fill each glass, and let it pass — Our toast shall still be "No Surrender ! " i NO SUKRENDER. Behold the crimson banners float O'er yonder turrets hoary ! They tell of days of matchless note, And Derry's deathless glory ; When her brave sons undaunted stood Embattled to defend her. Indignant stemmed oppression's flood, And sung out " No Surrender ! " n ) i I i! Old Derry's walls were firm and strong, Well fenced in every quarter. Each frowning bastion, grim, along, With culverin and mortar ; But Derry had a surer guard Than all that art could lend her, Her 'prentice hearts, the gates who barred, And sung out " No Surrender ! " If ? On came the foe in bigot ire. And fierce the assault was given ; By shot and shell, 'mid streams of fire, Her fated roof was riven. But baffled was the tyrant's wrath, And vain his hopes to bend her. For still 'mid famine, fire, and death, She sung out " No Surrender " ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 63 Again, when treason maddened round, And rebel hordes were swarming, Were Derry's sons the foremost found, For King and country arming . Forth, forth they rush'd at honour's call, From age to boyhood tender. Again to man their virgin wall And sing out " No Surrender ! " Long may the crimson banner wave, A meteor, streaming airy. Portentous of the free and brave, Who man the walls of Derry. And Derry's sons alike defy Pope, traitor, or Pretender, And peal to heaven their 'prentice cry. Their patriot *' No Surrender " —Ogle R Gowan. THE PROTESTANT BOYS. Tell me, my friends, why are we met here 1 Why thus assembled, ye Protestant boys ? Do mirth and good liquor, good humour, good cheer, Call us to share of festivity's joys 1 Oh, no ! 'tis the cause Of Kmg — Freedom and — Laivs, That calls loyal Protestants now to unite ; And Orange and Blue, Ever faithful and true. Our King shall support, and sedition affright. Great spirit of William, from Heaven look down. And breathe in our hearts our forefathers' fire ; Teach us to rival their glorious renown, From Papists or Frenchmen ne'er to retire. •t M 64 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. if! lilt: li i! Jacobin — Jacobite— Against all to unite, Who dare to assail our Sovereign's throne, For Orange and Blue Will be faithful and true, And Protestant loyalty ever be shown. In that loyalty proud, let us ever remain, Bound together in truth and religion's pure band ; Nor honour's fair cause with foul bigotry stain, Since in courage and justice supported we stand. So Heaven shall smile On our Emerald isle. And lead us to conquest again and again ; While Papists shall prove Our brotherly love ; We hate them as masters — we love them as men. By the deeds of their fathers to glory inspired. Our Protestant heroes shall combat the foe ; Hearts with true honour and loyalty fired, Intrepid, undaunted, to conquest will go. In Orange and Blue Still faithful and true, The soul-stirring music of glory they'll sing ; The shades of the Boyne In the chorus will join. And the welkin re-echo with " God save the King." THE MAIDEN CITY. Where Foyle her swelling waters Rolls northward to the main, Here, Queen of Erin's daughters, Fair Derry fixed her reign ; A holy temple crowned her. While commerce graced her street, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. G5 A rampart wall was round her, The river at her feet : And here she sat alone, boys, And looking from the hill, Vow'd the maiden on her throne, boys, Would be a maiden still. From Antrim crossing over In famous eighty-eight, A plumed and belted lover Came to the Ferry-gate. She summon'd to defend her Our sires — a beardless race — They shouted, — No Surrender ! And slamm'd it in his face. Then in a quiet tone, boys, They told him 'twas their will, That the maiden on her throne, boys, Should be a maiden still. i Next — crushing all before him, A kingly wooer came, (The royal banner o'er him Blushed crimson deep for shame) ; He showed the Pope's commission. Nor dreamed to be refused : She pitied his condition. But begged to stand excused. In short the fact is known, boys. She chased him from the hill. For the maiden on her throne, boys, Would be a maiden still. On our brave sires descending, 'Twas then the tempest broke, Their peaceful dwellings rending, 'Mid blood, and flame, and smoke. That hallowed graveyard yonder Swells with the slaughtered dead ; £ ;■ ii' ti. .4 u 66 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Oh, brother, pause and ponder, It was for us they bled ; And while their gift we own, boys — The Church that tops our hill ; Oh, the maiden on her throne, boys, Shall be a maiden still. Nor wily tongue shall move us, Nor tyrant arm affright. We'll look to One above us Who ne'er forsook the right ; Who will, may crouch, and tender The birthright of the free. But, brothers, — " No Surrender ! " No compromise for me ! We want no barrier stone, boys, No gates to guard the hill ; Yet the maiden on her throne, boys, Shall be a maiden still. — Charlotte Elizabeth. THE ORANGEMEN'S SUBMISSION. We've furled the banner that waved so long Its sunny folds around us ; We've still'd the voice of our ancient song, And burst the tie that bound us. No, no, that tie, that sacred tie. Cannot be loos'd or broken ; And thought will flash from eye to eye. Though ne'er a word be spoken. Go, raze old Derry's tell-tale wall — Bid Enniskillen perish ; Choke up the Boyne — abolish all That we too fondly cherish ; ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 07 'Twill be but as the pruning knife Used by a skilful master, To concentrate the sap of life And fix the strong root faster. We love the throne — oh ! deep you plaiinM The hateful wile to prove us ! But firm in loyal truth we stand — The Queen shall know and love us. When William came to free our isle From galling chains that bound her, Our fathers built beneath her smile, This living rampart round her. You've ta'en the outer orust away, But, secret strength supplying, A spirit shrined within the clay. Lives quenchless and undying, — A sparkle from the hallowed flame Of our insulted altars, Pure as the source from whence it came, Our love nor fades nor falters. Our love to thee, dear injured land, By mocking foes derided ; Our duteous love to the royal hand, By traitorous craft misguided. Banner, and badge, and name alone, At our monarch's call we tender ; The loyal truth that guards the throne We'll keep, and " No Surrender." — Charlotte Elizabicth. ti'^ ii (- .;> 68 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, ; I; i OUR PROTESTANTISM. AN ODE USED AT THE MEETING OF THE UNITED STATEa PROTEaTANT ASSOCIATION. We are a band of brothers, joined By ties of purest love ; Our aim, defence of that bright truth, Transmitted from above. Our faith, the same dear sacred one For which our fathers fought, And with the life's-blood of their hearts Full many a victory bought. The same for which the Boyne is famed. And Derry's walls are known ; The same for which on Pentland hills. True Scottish blood has flown. Our motto, " God defends the right," Peace, to each brother near ; While in each link that forms the band Grows **law and order " dear. Our end, destruction to the power That holds its sway in Rome, That would if it but had the will Reign o'er the freeman's home. But, trusting in the arm divine, That rules and reigns in might, We yet may crush the demon sway, And stop its cliilling blight. And make the land to freedom dear, From land to circling sea, Be Protestant in every part And more than ever free. — George C. Leech. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 69 OLIVER'S ADVICE. The night is gathering gloomily, the day is closing fast, The tempest flaps her raven wings in loud and angry blast ; The thunder-clouds are driving athwart the lurid sky, But, " Put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your pow- der dry." There was a day when loyalty was hailed with honour due, Our banner the protection waved to all the good and true ; And gallant hearts beneath its folds were linked in honour's tie ; We put our trust in God, my boys, and kept our powder dry. When treason bared her bloody arm, and maddened round the land. For King and laws, and order fair, we drew the ready brand; Our gathering spell was William's name, our cry was " Do or die." And still we put our trust in God and kept our powder dry. But now, alas ! a wondrous change has come the nation o'er. And worth and gallant services remembered are no more ; And crushed beneath oppression's weight, in chains of grief we lie ; But put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry. Forth starts the spawn of treason, the 'scaped of ninety-eight. To bask in courtly favour, and seize the helm of state ; Ev'n they whose hands are reeking yet with murder's crim- son dye ; But put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your pov/der dry. They come, whose deeds incarnadined the Slaney's silver wave. They come, who to the foreign foe the hail of welcome gave 70 DOMINION ORANGE UAEMONIST. He comes, the open rebel fierce — he comes, the Jesuit sly ; But put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry. They come, whose councils wrapped the land in foul rebel- lious flame. Their hearts unchastened by remorse, their cheeks untinged by shame ; Be still, be still, indignant heart — be tearless, too, each eye, And put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry. The Power that led His chosen by pillared cloud and flame, Through parted sea and desert waste, the Power is still the same ; He fails not ; He, the loyal hearts that firm on Him rely ; So put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry. The Power that nerved the stalwart arms of Gideon's chosen few. The power that led Great William, Boyne's reddening torrent through ; In his protecting aid confide, and every foe defy ; Then put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry. Already see the star of hope emits its orient blaze, The cheering beacon of relief it glimmers through the haze ; It tells of better days to come, it tells of succour nigh ; Then put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry. See, see along the hills of Down its rising glories spread, But brightest beams its radiance from Donard's lofty head ; Clanbrassil's vales are kindling wide and "Roden" is the cry ; Then put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 71 Then cheer ye, hearts of loyalty, nor sink in dark despair. Our banner shall again unfurl its glories to the air ; The storm that raves the wildest the soonest passes by ; Then put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry. For " happy homes," for " altars free," we grasp the ready sword, For freedom, truth, and for our God's unmutilated word ; These, these the war-cry of our march, our hope the Lord on high ; Then put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry. —Col. Blacker. THE ORANGE FLAG ON THE BREEZE. Suggested by the Re-organization op the Orange Institution. The Orange flag is reared again, Too long in darkness hath it lain : Yes ! see, upon the breeze once more 'Tis waving as it waved of yore ; Firm to their trust its followers stand, The remnant of a gallant band ; Unawed by mandates, frowns, and power, They've kept it through the trying hour ! The Orange flag again is reared ; Too long its light had disappeared. Who fights for Israel ? Prince and Peer Beneath our banner muster here : And prayers are now to heaven ascending From faithful Christians knelt and bending ; And power is smiling on our deed — Then forward ! join the cause with speed. i i I 72 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. See tliat you be both firm and true, Kesolved your duty still to do : See and uphold your system's might, Knowing that " God defends the right." On let the Orange flag be driven Triumphant by the winds of Heaven, Till east and west, till north and south behold Our orange, purple, scarlet, blue and gold ! — Shannon. l^i m n TRUTH AND LIBEKTY. Behold sedition's florid light, That erst for midnight murders shone — Brethren awake, arise, unite. To guard your homes, your church, your throne. Let " No Surrender '' be your cry, Your motto " Truth and Liberty." Together stand — together fall — Together bend the knee in prayer, That He who guides and governs all Your country may from ruin spare ; But if she calls on us to die, We die for " Truth and Liberty." Eventful times are stealing on. And cast their threatening shadows round ; Arouse, true hearts — your armour don — Be ready for the conflict found — Wile o'er the tumul t swells the cry, " Our dweUings ! Truth and Liberty." I ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 73 SONS, WHOSE SIRES WITH WILLIAM BLED. Sons, whose sires with William bled, Offspring of the mighty dead, When the Popish tyrants fled, And this fair land left free : Yield not now to Popish guile, Trust them least when most they smile, Shun the crafty fowler's toil. And keep your liberty \ Loud and high their clamours rise Of pretended miseries ; The Papist creed is only lies. Which none but fools believe. All the generous lion can, That belongs of right to man, Britain puts within their span, And they ingrate receive. Now they whine, as " bondsmen " poor ; Now they boast their millions o'er, And forth the Popish rent they pour — For pike and murder given. Firm, ye sons of Britain, firm. Shrink not from the gathering storm. Let it come in any form. Our battle-word is — Heaven. THE LADIES OF DERBY. No gen'rous toil declining. The fair ones of Derry came, 74 || .; I , i|! ill 1 1 i ! DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. I -t Arousing and refining, In bold hearts the patriot flame. The soldier sternly pacing Yon rampart, well their magic knew His eye and thought embracing Their homes. shrining souls so true. But deeper darkness gathers, And wilder raves the storm of death ; Oh, then our gallant fathers, Could tell more of woman's faith. Their grasj) the banners rending, That martial prize had won in vain ; But gentler hands defending. Secured them within the fane. Still reign such influence o'er us, Confirming the good begun, Till, lil-^d our sires before us, We hallow each trophy won. While pious, pure, and tender, Our lovely dames around us smile We'll make our " No Surrender " Their safeguard through Erin's Isle. — Charlotte Elizabeth. TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH. Bring flowers, lovely flowers, The freshest, the fairest ; On mountain and moorland. Go search for the rarest ; From mossy bank and lea. Gather them plenteously ; Strew them profusely, their fragrance to shed. Where Charlotte Elizabeth sleeps with the dead ! m ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 75 3ETH. KTH. She loved them when living ; How joyful the hours She spent when entwining Her chapters on flowers. She loved them when dying, Though dimly descrying The tint of their beauty, the scent of their breath, Iveminded of Sharon and hallowed her death. Now shall the happy mute Gladly rejoice, To hear her with seraphiai. Lifting her voice. There shall her opened ear, With ransomed sinners hear. Myriads of angels uniting to raise, To the Lamb that was slain, loud anthems of praise. Charlotte Elizabeth, To Erin endeared ; Gifted of womankind, Loved and revered : Long as the harp shall sound, T ong shall thy name be found. Deeply engraven on history's chart. The " cushlamachree'^ of the warm Irish heart. Dear dici our island harp, Joy to thee prove ; heat, thee in friendship, Accepted in love. Now no sweet voice to sing, No hand to touch the string ; Mute hangs the harp that thy genius awoke, The spell of the lovely enchantress is broke. The hills and the valleys Of Erin's green isle, Oft cheer'd thy dark hours With sunshine and smile j ih" I' ' f 76 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. There first thy bosom wrought With high and holy thought, There on thy smitten heart shone from above, The light, and the life, and the spirit of love. Long time a stricken deer, Following the flock ; A wounded dove, hidden In cleft of the rock ; In all thy sorrows here, Faith, hope, and love were near : To Tabor when smitten, thou loved'st to repair. And found it was good, for thy Saviour was there. City of Eighty-eight ! Keep of the brave ! Wave thy proud relic flag Over her grave. Toll thy cathedral bell With sad and solemn knell, Mourn, Derry mourn, for the woman who told, The deeds of thy Protestant fathers of old. — W. McCoMB. MEN OF ENGLAND. Men of England, who inherit Rights that cost your sires some blood ! Men whose un regenerate spirit Has been proved on land and flood ! By the foes ye've fought uncounted, By the glorious deeds ye've done, Trophies captured, — breaches mounted,- Navies cont^uered,— kingdoms won. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 77 Yet, remember, England gathers Hence but fruitless wreaths of fame, If the patriotism of fathers Glow not in your hearts the same. What are monuments of bravery, Where no public virtues bloom 1 What avail, in bands of slavery, Trophied temples, ark and tomb 1 We're the sons of sires that baffled Crowned and mitred tyranny ; They defied the field and scaffold For their birthright — so will we. RECOLLECTION OF THE PAST. While joy and gladness make our Ulster ring, And smiling faces hail the honoured day ; Be mine to grasp the minstrel's sacred string. And strike vibrations to my solemn lay. Thousands shall hear, nor hear the sound in vain, But in the theme with grateful accents join, To celebrate the fall of James's reign. King William's glorious conquest of the Boyne ! Shall we forget that memorable ^ight. With all the Revolution's scenes of blood ? Shall we return to darkness, and the light Put out, for which our martyr'd fathers stood ? No ! in our ears their dying groans still ring. Our mothers' woes ; their children's shrieks, and o'er Their burning homes, upsent to Israel's King, Their last confession dying in the gore. Lo ! at the Boyne meet the contending foes ; Great William leads the van, devoid of fear ; 78 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. ili •I i 1 0m iiiii Soon with the stream the crimson current flows, And horse and foot in conflict fierce appear. Dauntless and firm, the Orange " few " advance, Ascend the bank, and onward charge amain ; King James in panic flies : the sons of France Retreat, pursued ; and Nassau rules the plain ! Next — on the field of Aughrim do they meet In awful order. 'Mid the cannons' roar Th' unequal fight begins ; soon all's complete — Those run ; these win the day, and all is o'er ! Thus did the " God of battles " shield the few Who chose the better part, and loved His word ; And kept them unpolluted, brave and true, And peace and freedom to our land restored ! Ye Protestants, who love so well the throne, (And loyal are) whilst others cry it down ; Go to your God in prayer, and there disown All that would tarnish virtue and renown. Commemorate with heart and will the day Which brought your freedom and your chartered laws ; Nor ever let their memory decay. Who risk'd their lives to save your holy cause. Think then, oh think, how myrmidons of Rome, Seek for ascendency o'er this fair isle ; But shall the sons of freedom slaves become, And yield to bigots and Repealers vile ? No ! for the truth unbending, still a.; steel Together band, and let your zeal be known : Then soon you'll triumph (for your nation's weal,) And from the wiles of traitors shield the throne. —Shannon. FILL THE SPARKLING GOBLET. Fill the sparkling goblet high, George's cause inspires us, ORANGE SONGS AND FOEMS. 79 Wheel the circling bowl around, William's mem'ry fires us. Chorus. Live and love, the proverb says, Life is but a feather ; Sworn to love while life remains, We're Orangemen all together. The mystic tie that binds our hearts, No ages can dissever ; The ray divine that lights our souls Shall beam in us for ever. Chorus. — Live and love, &c. George and William's royal names. With glory still we crown them ; And care and strife, like Pharoah's host, In a true red sea we drown them. Choi'us. — Live and love, &c. AND DO OUR IRISH PROTESTANTS. And do our Irish Protestants Forget their former spirit 1 And do they not their fathers' zeal And loyalty inherit 1 Oh, yes ! to guard Victoria's throne That loyal spirit rises, And all the haughty threats of Rome And Popery despises. Our Orange banner, waved on high, Appals the band of treason ; In dauntless courage firm we stand — In honour, truth, and reason! No canting knaves our loyal hearts Shall from our Queen dissever ; i ,:il 80 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. And though they once thought to get ui), We'll keep them down for ever. At Orange William's god-like name, Let Eome and Popery tremble ; For summoned by the magic sound, Do Protestants assemble ; And by that glorious Orange swear, In steadfast resolution, With heart and hand still to defend Our happy constitution. Then, brothers, come, the chorus join — For each to each is brother ; One Revolution to defend. We will oppose another. And do our Irish Protestants Forget their former spirit ? And do they not their fathers' zeal And loyalty inherit ? IRISH PROTESTANTS' APPEAL TO ENGLAND. Protestants, awake, assemble. Or forever fallen lie ! Is it not a time to tremble When the fatal blow is nigh % When the foe's unhallowed finger. Rests on God's eternal word. Shall his faithful servants linger. Will they then desert their Lord ? Shame to this most favoured nation. Shame and sorrow be their meed ! If the ark of her salvation Be abandoned in her need ! ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 81 Brightly on the page of story Deeds of other days may shine, But the sun of England's glory Will 'mid scorn and woe decline. Sworn to keep the faith of Jesus, Can we perjured traitors prove ? Lo ! from under heaven He sees us, With a look of anxious love. Oh ! with such a look to chide us, Such a quenchless love to cheer, With our martyr'd sires to guide us, Can we bow to sloth or fear t Hark ! your sister Ireland, weeping, Calls you across the wave — " Christian brothers ! are you sleeping 1 I am wounded — come and save ! Think, if ye refuse assistance — Who wil] pity or deplore, Should the light that gilds existence Sink ere long on England's shore ? " Yes ! ye come ! — the spell is broken ! 'Tis the summons of the Lord ! Protestants the vow have spoken, Hear it, earth ! and Heaven record ! Like our ftithers we may perish On the glorious battle field. But what they could die to cherish, We will never live to yield ! THE BOYNE WATER July the first, in Oldbridge town, There was a grievous battle, Where many a man lay on the ground By the cannons that did rattle ; F 82 DOMINION OllANGE HARMONIST. I i \i I I King James he pitched his tents between The lines, for to retire ; But King William threw his bomb balls in And set them all on fire. Thereat enraged, they vowed revenge Upon King William's forces ; And often cried vehemently, That they would stop their courses. A bullet from the Irish came, Which grazed King William's arm ; They thought his Majesty was slain, — Yet it did him little harm, Duke Schomberg then in friendly care, His King would often caution, To shun the spot where bullets hot, Retain 'd their rapid motion ; But William said, " He don't deserve The name of Faith's Defender, That would not venture life and limb To make a foe surrender." When we the Boyne began to cross. The enemy descended ; But few of our brave men were lost So stoutly we defended ; The horse were the first that marched o'er The foot soon followed after ', But brave Duke Schomberg was no more, By venturing over the water. When valiant Schomberg he was slain, King William then accosted His warlike men for to march on. And he would be the foremost j ' Brave boys," he said, " be not dismayed, For the losing of one commander. For God will be our King this day, And I'll be the general under." II 11 ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 83 ir d, Then stoutly we the Boyne did cross, To give our enemies battle ; Our cannon, to our foes' great cost, Like thunder-claps did rattle : In majestic mien our Prince rode o'er. His men soon followed after, — Then blows and shouts put foes to rout The day we crossed the water. Then said King William to his men, After the French departed, " I'm glad, indeed, that none of ye Seemed to be faint-hearted ; So sheath your swords and rest a while, In time we'll follow after." These words he uttered Avith a smile The day he crossed the water. The cunning French near to Duleek Had taken up their quarters. And fenced themselves on every side, Awaiting for new orders ; But in the dead time of the night, They set the fields on fire ; And long before the morning light To Dublin did retire. The Protestants of Drogheda Have reason to be thankful That they were not to bondage brought. They being but a handful : First to the Tholsel they were brought. And tried at the Millmount after ; But brave King William set them free, By venturing over the water. Come, let us all with heart and voice Applaud our lives' defender ; Who at the Boyne his vaiour show'd, And made his foes surrender. 1 ' i » •; 84 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. To God above the praise we'll give, Both now and ever aft(;r ; And bless the glorious mem'ry Of William that crossed the water. 11 I m !'"f/ 1!!l THE SHUTTING OF THE GATES OF DERRY. Full many a long wild winter's night, And sultry summer's day, Are past and gone since James took flight From Derry walls away ; Cold are the hands that closed that gate Against the wily foe ; But here, to time's remotest date, Their spirit still shall glow. So here's a health to all good men, Now fearless friends are few, But when we close our gates again. We'll then be all true blue. Lord Antrim's men came down the glen, With drums and trumpets gay ; Our 'prentice boys just heard the noise, And then prepared for play : While some opposed, the gates they closed. And joining hand in hand. Before the wall resolved to fall, Or for their freedom stand. When honour calls to Derry walls The noble and the brave, Oh ! he that in the battle falls Must find a hero's grave. Then came the hot and doubtful fray, With many a mortal wound ; While thousands in wild war's array Stood marshalled all around. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 85 Each hill and plain was strewed with slain, The Foyle ran red with Mood ; But all was vain the town to gain, While William's standard stood. Renowned are those who faced their foes As men and heroes should ; And let the slave steal to his grave, Who fears to shed his blood. The matchless deeds of those who here Defied the tyrant's frown, On history's bright rolls appear Emblazoned in renown : Here deathless Walker's faithful word Sent hosts against the foe ; And gallant Murray's bloody sword, The Gallic chief laid low. AVe honour those heroic dead. Their glorious memory ; May we, who stand here in their stead. As wise and valiant be. Oh ! sure a heart of stone would melt. The scenes once here to see ; And witness all our fathers felt. To make their country free. They saw the lovely matron's cheek With want and terror pale ; They heard the child's expiring shriek Float on the passing gale ! Yet here they stood 'mid fire and blood, As battle raged around ; Resolved to die, till victory Their purple standard crowned. The sacred rights these heroes gained In many a hard-fought day. Shall they by us be still maintained,! Or basely cast away ? IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1.25 Jf-itt IIIIIM '" ilM 11112.2 m liiio 1.8 U III 1.6 y} i9 /}. '<^. c. a. % ^' o ^l <% ■•■> / /^ Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, NY. 14580 (716) 872-4503 I, i I i I 80 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Shall rebels vile rule o'er our isle, And call it all their own ? Oh, surely no ! the faithless foe Must bend before the throne. Then here's a health to all good men, To all good men and true ; And when we close our gates again. We'll then be all true blue. — Graham. RISE, SONS OF WILLIAM. Rise, sons of William, rise, 'Tis Nassau hails you from the skies ; Why close your slumbering eyes While treason stalks around ? Hark ! I hear Accents clear. Bursting on my ravished ear ; *' To arms away ! " Methinks they say, While drums and trumpets sound. Rise, sons of William, rise, 'Tis Nassau hails you from the skies ; Why close your slumbering eyes While treason stalks around ? See ! from his crimson bed, Encircled with the mighty dead, Boyne heaves his azure head. And gazing) turns around ; Ah, me ! he cries, What glories rise, And crowd upon mine aching eyes. Lo ! weapons gleam, — See ! banners stream. While drums and trumpets sound. Rise, &c. :; ¥^ ■f- -iv ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 87 M. i Strike, Erin, strike thy lyre, Catch, oh ! catch the gen'rous fire ; 'Tis a William's deeds inspire ; Oh ! sweep the trembling strings. Hark ! a shout ! No rabble rout : The Orange boys are rushing out ; Fermanagh cheers, Old Derry hears, And echoes back to Boyne. Rise, &c. Hail ! Nassau's mighty shade, From Heaven, oh ! deign to lend thine aid ; Oh ! be it never said Thy sons degen'rate were. Happy we, Great and free, If we do but follow thee ; If thy fame Our souls inflame. To equal thee in war. Rise, &c. Come ! fill the bumpers round ; Ye roofs ! the joyous note rebound ; Winds ! bear to Heaven the sound ; God save great George our King ! Him befriend. Him defend From open foe, from treacherous friend ; And ever may Glad Erin's lay A Brunswick's praises sing. Come fill the bumpers round ; Ye roofs ! the joyous notes rebound ; Winds ! bear to Heaven the sound — God save great George our King. j'i iip it 88 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. \i . m lilil THE RELIEF OF DERRY. The gloomy hour of trial's o'er, No longer cannons rattle, ; The tyrant flag is seen no more, And James has lost the battle, 0. And here are we, renowned and free. By maiden walls surrounded, 0. While all the knaves who'd make us slaves. Are baffled and confounded, 0. The Dartmouth spreads her snow-whito sail, Her purple pennant flying, ; While we the gallant Browning hail Who saved us all from dying, O. Like Noah's dove sent from above. While foes would start and grieve us, ; Through flood and flame an angel came. To comfort and relievo us, O. Oh ! when the vessel struck the boom, She pitched and stranded, 0. With shouts the foe denounced our doom, And open gates demanded, O : And shrill and high arose the cry, Of anguish, grief and pity, O ; While black with care and deep despair. We mourned our falling city, 0. But Heaven, her guide, with one broadside. The said bark rebounded, ; A favouring gale soon filled the sail, While hills and vales resounded, 0. The joy-bells ring, '*■ Long live our King," Adieu to grief and sadness, O ; To heaven we raise the voice of praise. In heartfelt joy and gladness, 0. — Graham. \ ORAN-GE SONGS AND POEMS. 89 THE PROTESTANT DRUM. Let the fifth of November ne'er be forgot, When Heaven espoused the Protestant cause ; Gustavus Adolphus, the Gunpowder Plot, And Frederick's victory over Souboise. Praised, praised, Heaven be praised ! That we have seen the day that is come. To shake the foundations Of three potent nations, That quake at the sound of a Protestant drum. Great Frederick was roused to make his defence. While Europe, in secret, his ruin designed ; Hungary, Russia, Germany, France, Swore Protestants all should be sacrificed. Danger, danger, imminent danger ! Threaten to ruin the best of mankind ; Drums sounded to battle Where cannon did rattle. And Protestant boys advanced to the line. The legion advanced with banner displayed. Wing, rear and van for many a mile ; The Prussians, of numbers who ne'er were afraid, Stood, cock'd ready, in rank and file. At the word of command, to see them fall on, Heavens ! was ever such fire and smoke ; With blows upon helmets, That cracked them like walnuts, The North pole echoed at every stroke. When Louis of France he heard his troops run. He attempted to speak but found he was dumb, He made signs for champagne to quicken his vein. And then he cried with loosened tongue. Wonder ! wonder ! nothing but wonder i«i 111 90 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. \\ w Could have forced my Irish brigade, Or make my geiis d'aiines To shrink at alarms, Or show their backsides to these Prussian blades. When Mary of Hungary heard of the news, Her legions were beaten and dare not be seen, Her girdle gave way before she could say. Get me some drops to temper this spleen. Vapours, vapours, hysteric vapours ! Swelled her body as big as a ton ; To ease suffocating With belching and blowing, Her voice it did roar like Great Frederick's drum. News came to the Pope that the Germans were broke, Just as he was sitting down to his tea ; He let fall cup and saucer, which cost a piaster. And cried, my dear cardinals, what shall I say ? Go to St. Peter, or send him a letter, And tell him, if ever he loved me to run ; And if he don't ccme soon. To send good St. Dunstan To beat out the head of this Frederick's dnim. These Protestants, sure, are in league with the devil, Or whence should all those victories come ? The prayers of the mass are falling apace, And Heaven itstlf contending with Rome ; Water ! water ! more holy water 1 To sprinkle my Catholics every one ; And get us more crosses To make up our losses. And relics to match the Protestant drum. You have been all told of a general array, To be summoned by sound of a trumpet, to come With terrible tone from Babel to Rome ; 'Twill strike you with ten'or like Frederick's drum. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 91 Awake ! awake ! see the day break When the prayers of the Pope cannot save Rome ; You'd better reform, For fear of a storm, Or dread what still follows the Protestant drum. ^i!i- HURRAH ! HURRAH ! HURRAH ! Britons, from your slumbers wake, Throne and altar are at stake ; — Cast, oh ! cast, for honour's sake, Delusion's cup away. Bid the red cross on high — Boldly peal for battle-cry, — *^ God, our Queen' and Loyalty." Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! By your father's honoured name — By your love of deathless fame — By your dread of branded shame, Join the bright array. Burst the spell by faction bound, Britain's peace and safety sound ; Bear, ye winds, the mighty sound That speaks its ended sway. Woe to traitors, lasting woe ! See, they shrink as true hearts glow — Faster melts not mountain snow Before the blaze of day. Bid the sounding welkin ring — Choir in, angels, while we sing. Shield our Queen, oh, God, our King, Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah m H' I I' ii 92 DOMINION OBANGE HARMONIST. WALKER'S PILLAR. The patriot deserves the mead Of honour and renown, And to the hero is decreed The blooming laurel crown ; Though both may suffer, bleed, and die, To save a falling state ; They flourish in the memory Of all the good and great. Chorus. The sculptor's toil, the painter's oil, The bard's immortal page, Their honoured name will still proclaim To each revolving age. And just it is, that when for all A few resolve to stand, That whether they survive or fall, Their praise should fill the land ; The deeds of those at Troy who fell Are fresh in fame to-day, And Pompey's pillar still can tell Where once his sword bore sway. Their Marlborough, the Britons hold In recollection dear ; Heroic Wallace, famed of old, Still claims a Scottish tear ; The chief who fell on Falkirk's plain, Caird " Wallace's right hand," And those at Flodden battle slain. In honour high still stand. But none of those by Homer sung, Who live on Livy's page, Or e'er made theme for minstrel's tongue, The glory of their age, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 93 Can higher stand on rolls of fame, All honoured and renowned, Than stands George Walker's noble name, With lasting laurels crowned. Here Murray bold, and Baker true. And Mitchelburn so brave. Beneath the standard of " True Blue," Repell'd the bigot slave. Here Cairns, great in camp and court. With Schomberg's valiant son. Maintained in fight this " Maiden Fort," And martial trophies won. Then on that spot, where bullets hot Flew quick to make us free, A pillar high shall seek the sky. To guard their memory ; The sons of those who foiled their foes In bloody battle here. Now raise this pile to grace our isle, And future ages cheer. —Graham. ..\y THE BATTLE OF THE DIAMOND. The battle of the Diamond I Kound, loyal, let it pass ! We'll drink it with a glowing soul, And from a ruby glass ! Full let the rich red wine pour forth Its fountain and its flood. In token that the loyal won That battle with their blood. » i \\ ! S The battle of the Diamond ! Far let the watchword fly ii; 94 I 5 J DOMINIOh ORANGE HARMONIST. When craven Papist rebels crouch'd Upon the earth to die ! Slain by devoted men and true, Who fought 'vith heart and blade, And screngthened in their ambush vile, By swords they had betrayed. The battle of the Diamond ! We'll toast it well and wide, — Shamed rebels ! let it rouse alike Their passion and their pride ! And if the coward host again Fling back the traitor's door, We'll meet them and we'll battle them. And vanquish as before. The battle of the Diamond ! A triumph song we sing ; We care not how the rebels roar, Nor how the welkin ring j The shout of Protestants shall swell, Voice-borne from shore to shore ; And it shall be in Ireland A toast for evermore ! The battle of the Diamond ! A triumph song we sing ; Hurrah ! we fought it for our faith ! We won it for our King ! Our King ! whom Papist fools denied. To follow Priest and Pope ; But fallen, w^e left them without life.. And living without hope ! The battle of the Diamond ! Again fill full the bowl ; And as more generous spirits rise, Let traitors shrink in soul ! ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 95 Theirs was the net the cowards cast, The prize too was their own, Slaughter from good and gallant men Who battled for the throne ! The battle of the Diamond ! And would they stay the toast t We dare them with their Moloch power. And with their millioned host ! Lo ! at the shadow of a soul The robbers quail beneath ! The battle of the Diamond ! We drink it in their teeth ! The battle of the Diamond ! Again, and yet again. We waft it on the wings of wind, We won it on the plain ! And memory is the sacred shrine Where those high deeds we hoard ; And what we gathered in the field We cherish at the board. The battle of the Diamond ! Ho ! rebels quake and start ! We fought it sound of loyalty, We drink it sound of heart ! Let puny rebels fill with spite, Spite's measure o'er and o'er, Still shall it be in Ireland A toast for evermore. The battle of the Diamond ! Round, loyal, let it pass ; We'll drink it with a glowing soul, And from a ruby glass ! Full let the rich red wine pour forth Its fountain and its flood, In token that the loyal won That battle with their blood. —Colonel Blacker, ii y ' r 96 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. t I m MITCHELL AND MEAGHER AND ALL. Make ready, each true Orange brother, To fight tor the Protestant cause, In loyalty stand by each other, Support both the Queen and the laws. Tho' times appear somewhat alarming — Tho' battle and murder draw near — Tho* rebels are everywhere arming, An Orange heart never knows fear. Chorus. Rifles and pikes and all, Pikes and rifles and all ; We'll drive them straight into the deep, Their rifles and pikes and all. • In Ulster we're quiet and steady, Though traitors and rebels may rave j The Orangemen always are ready In Ulster, the land of the brave. We dread not the merciless foemen — Let Irish and Frenchmen combine ; We'll show them our brave Orange yeomen Can act as their fathers' " lang syne." Irish and French a*^d all, French and Irish and all ; We're ready to fight and to conquer The Irish and French and all. The cowardly " Confederation," Who blusters so much about " war " And Erin, a " glorious free nation," Can't show for their country a scar ; Invincible heroes on paper, A pen, all the steel they can wield, Their " physical force " is a vapour, They dare not appear in the field. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS o: Mitchell and Moa^'her and all, Moagher and Mitchell and all ; We dnuad not the pikes and the rifles Of Mitchell and Meagher and all. Armagh men are ready for action, And Monaghan's second to none ; Fermanagh dreads no Popish faction — The pride of the north is Tyrone. Old Derry was still the defender Of Protestant principles true ; Her sons boldly. cried " No Surrontir .," And hoisted the Orange and Blue. Country and Queen 'J all, Queen and country and ull ; In Ulster we're ready to die for Our country and Qaoeu and all. ji THE REVOLUTION. March on, bravo boys, make good your ground, Let all your sprightly trumpets sound To arms, and we will confound Those foes to the Revolution. Great Mars, the monarch of the field, Li shining pomp, with sword and shield, Shall lead us on, and make them yield To the glorious Revolution. Our rattling guns, like peals of thunder, Shall fill the air with fear and wonder And keep the Pope and Devil under, And support the Constitution. G u !h> 98 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, May Britain's sons the battle try, To mako these tim'rous bugbears fly ; Then let each loyal subject cry, ** Success to the Revolution." ^^4 • 1 ^ CROPPIES, LIE DOWN. We soldiers of Erin, so proud of the name, We'll raise upon rebels and Frenchmen our fame ; We'll fight to the last in the honest old cause, And guard our religion, our freedom and laws : We'll fight for our country, our Queen, and her crown. And make all the traitors and croppies lie down. The rebels so bold, when they've none to oppose. To houses and haystacks are terrible foes ; They murder poor parsons and likewise their wives, At the sight of a soldier they run for their lives : Whenever We march over country and town, In ditches and cellars the croppies lie down. United in blood to their country's disgrace. They secretly shoot those they dare not to face ; But whenever we catch the sly rogues in the field, A handful of soldiers makes hundreds to yield ; The cowards collect but to raise our renown, For as soon as we fire the croppies lie down. While thus in this war so unmanly they wage. On women, dear women, they turn their damn'd rage ; We'll fly to protect the dear creatures from harms, They'll be sure to find safety when clasped in our arms ; On love in a soldier no maiden will frown. But bless the brave troops that made croppies lie down. Should France e'er attempt, by fraud or by guile. Her forces to land on old Erin's green isle, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 90 We'll show that they ne'er can make free soldiers slaves, They shall only possess our green fields for their graves : Our country's applauses our triumphs will crown, Whilst with their French brothers the croppies lie down. When wars and when dangers again shall be o'er, And peace with her blessings revisit our shore ; When arms we relinquish, no longer to roam, With pride will our families welcome us home ; We'll drink in full bumpers, past troubles to drown, A health to the lads that made croppies lie down. WHEN PHAROAH REIGNED. When Pharoah reigned on Egypt's throne. And Israel in their chains did groan. The great I Am to Moses gave command To lead them to the Promised I^and ! And all the proud Egyptian host Pursuing, in the sea, were lost. So, when oppressed by Papal power. With death and plunder every hour. The brave King William, Prinee of Orangemen. Restored us to our rights again. Hail ! mighty William ! conqueror of the Boyne, Our voices in thy praise we join. Our Constitution we'll maintain 'Gainst ev'ry foe on land and main ; With loyal hearts both firm and true. We'll never stain the Orange and Blue ; We love our King, our country and its laws — For ever live the Orange Boys ! I ih i: ■ ' K: -■■; ^B :.: 1 ^ 100 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. POPISH TYRANNY. When James, assuming right from God, Enslav'd this free-born nation, His sceptre was an iron rod — His reign a visitation ; High churchmen cried " Obey, obey, Let none resist a crown'd head ; He who gainsays what tyrants say, Is a rebellious Roundhead." Chorus. Then let us sing, while echoes ring, The glorious Revolution ; Your voices raise to William's praise. Who sav'd the Constitution. The Bible was no longer read, But tales of sinners sainted ; The gods adored were gods of bread. And sign-posts carved and painted : The priests and monks with cowls and copes, Arrived here without number ; With racks and daggers blessed by Popes, And loads of holy lumber. Our trade abroad, our wealth at home, And all things worth desiring. Were sacrificed to France and Rome, While Britons lay expiring ; The monarch, a church-ridden ass, Did just what priests suggested. And trotted day by day to mass. The slave of slaves, detested. By cruel Popish politics Were Protestants affrighted, And to convert us — heretics — New Smithfield fires were lighted : ': i ORANGE SOms AND POEMS. 101 But hope soon sprung out of despair, As Providence commanded ; Our fears were all dispersed in air When noble William landed. Our Church and State shook off the yoke, And lawless power was banished ; The snares of priestcraft too were broke, And superstition vanished : The tyrant with his blackguards fled, By flight their guilt confessing ; To beg of France their daily bread. Of Rome a worthless blessing. From all who dare to tyrannize May heaven still defend us ; And should another James arise, Another William send us : May Kings like him for ever reign, With highest worth distinguish'd ; But those who would our annals stain, ' May they be quite extinguish'd. THE FOURTH OF NOVEMBER. Come, let us all be gay. Welcome in this happy day, Strike up each Orange lay. In merry chorus join ; We ne'er know Grief or woe. Praise to him who made us so ; Our cause is good — For it he stood. And bravely fought at Boyne. Chorus. — Come let us, ' i.. t^C. i.r 102 DOMINION OUANGE HARMONIST. We all should bless the morn, William on this day was born, Who cares for Papist scorn 1 No Orangeman, I'll swear ! Guilt's their lot, Let them plot, But they'll shun our Orange shot ; From such fun The traitors run Like cowards in despair. Chorus. — Come &c. Let us with hearts and hands. Join in friendship's strictest bands ; Priests wield their magic wands, In spite of Heaven's law. Let them frown On each clown Who their murders dare disown ; Here at will. Our glasses fill, And trust the great Nassau ! Chorus. — Come &c. ON THE MASSACRE OF THE PROTESTANTS. Avenge, Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; E'en them who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones. Forget, not ; in thy book record their groans. Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 103 O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundred-fold, who having learned Thy way Early may fly the Babylonian woe. — Milton. SUCCESS TO THE ORANGE WHEREVER IT GOES. Let the name of Great William be ever held dear, By each loyal subject throughout the whole land, For from heaven he looks down on his children met hero, And smiles with delight on this Protestant band ; Who with hearts firm and bold, Like their fathers of old, Rally round his bright standard, in spite of our foes ; And who will, until death Put a stop to our breath, Sing — " Success to the Orange wherever it goes ! " Although certain persons, well known in this isle, Have vainly endeavoured on us for to frown, Yet, at their weak efforts, we safely may smile, — It's not in their power to put Orangemen down. With aid from on high, Their threats we defy, And our cause it will flourish in spite of our foes ; Then who will, until death Put a stop to our breath. Here's — " Success to the Orange wherever it goes !" Though bigoted wretches, who judge by themselves. Have asserted " that we are for murder enrolled," 'Tis their own sable hearts first gave birth to the thought, As we see by their plots which each day does unfold. But truth, like a star Which shines from afar. To a candid observer convincingly shows That 'gainst rebels alone ' 1 i!! \ iii 104 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Our vengeance is shown ; So — " Success to the Orange wherever it goes ! " Now a full-flowing glass to Lord Farnhara we'll pass, The yeomen's brave father, their country's firm prop ; To Enniskillen so bold, to his praise be it told, He'd ne'er hang a yeoman for shooting a Crop. To the King fill it high, Let our song reach the sky, And no more may rebellion disturb his repose ; Here's our stout wooden walls, Which no danger appals, And — " Success to the Orange wherever it goes ! " \:-\ FOR THE COMMEMORATION OF THE SHUTTING OF THE GATES OF DERRY. Ye men of Derry, stout and bold, Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould. Oh, think to-day on days of old, And Britain's Constitution ; On this great day in William's year, The 'prentice boys assembled here, Hand in hand, gave one grand cheer, For the glorious Revolution ! Lord Antrim's troops compell'd to wait, Stood panic-struck before our gate. Until we forced them to retreat. In rapid evolution ; All Europe heard the joyful sound, In vain the Pope's proud vassals frowned, William and Mary soon were crowned, And stopped the persecution. And when again with opening spring, Back they came and brought their King, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 105 We made our bells for William ring, With Spartan resolution ; Though they fought us three to one, Still they shrunk as we pressed on, Soon their coward King was gone, Afraid of execution. So, as like days again come round. Here we stand on classic ground, Ever true to England found, And our glorious Constitution ; Proud our crimson flag shall fly, Waving in the azure sky. Here we conquer or we die, In the cause of the Revolution. — Graham. IS YE BRAVE SONS OF BRITAIN. Ye brave sons of Britain, whose glory hath long Supplied to the poet proud themes for his song. Whose deed? have for ages astonished the world. When your standard you've hoisted, or sails have unfurled ; France raging with shame, At your conquering fame, Now threatens your country with slaughter and flame ; But let them come on, boys, on sea or on shore. We'll work them again as we've worked them Ijefore. Now flushed with the blood of the slaves they have slain. These foes we still beat swear they'll try us again ; But the more they provoke us the more they will see Tis in vain to forge chains for a nation that's free. All their rafts and their floats, And their flat-bottomed boats. Shall not cram their French poison down Englishmen's throats. So let them come on, boys, on sea or on shore, We'll work them again as we've worked them before. if 7 106 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. ill They hope by their falsehoods, their tricks, and alarms. To split us in factions and weaken our arms ; For they know British hearts, while united and true, No danger can frighten — no force can subdue ; Let them try every tool, Every traitor and fool ; But England, old England, no Frenchman shall rule ; So let them come on, boys, on sea or on shore, We'll work them again as we've worked them before. How these savage invaders to man have behaved. We see by the countries they've robbed and enslaved ; Where, masking their curse with blest liberty's name, They've starved them and bound them in chains and in shame ; Then their traps they have set. We're aware of their net. And in England, my hearties, no gudgeons they'll get ; So, let them come on, boys, on sea or on shore. We'll work them again as we've worked them before. Ever true to our Queen, Constitution and laws. Ever just to ourselves, ever staunch to our cause ; This land of our blessings, long guarded with care, No force shall invade, boys, no craft shall ensnare ; United we'll stand, Firm in heart, firm in hand. And those we don't sink, we do over at land ; So let them come on, boys, on sea or on shore. We'll work them again as we've worked them before. lill! STAND ROUND, MY BRAVE BOYS. Stand round, my brave boys, With heart and with voice, And all in full chorus agree ; ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 107 We'll fight for our Queen, And as loyally sing, And let the world know we'll be free. ChoiiLs. The rebels shall fly, As with shouts we draw nigh, And echo shall victory ring ; Then, safe from alarms We'll rest on our arms, And chorus it — " Long live the Queen," " Long live the Queen" — And chorus it— "Long live the Queen." With hearts firm and stout We'll repel the mad rout, And follow fair liberty's call ; We'll rush on the foe, And deal death in each blow. Till conquest and honour crown all. The rebels, &c. Then commerce once more Shall bring wealth to our shore, And plenty of peace bless the isle ; The peasant shall quaff Off his bowl with a laugh. And reap the sweet fruits of his toil. The rebels, &c. Kind love shall repay The fatigues of the day, And melt us to softer alarms ; Coy Phillis shall burn At her soldier's return. And bless the brave youth in her arms. The rebels, &c. la- r I h Hi 108 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. in i I'll ili! COME, CHEEK UP, MY LADS. Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer, For true Orange hearts are still strangers to fear ; Our bosoms with honour and loyalty glow. And fearless we'll march to encounter the foe. Ghwus. Still may our flag be with lustre unfurled, Let's always be ready. Steady, boys, steady. And true to ourselves, we'll defy all the world. The Queen and the state, and the laws of the land, The good Constitution oui forefathers planned ; To maintain them we all with our voice should agree. For, while they protect us, old Ireland is free. The hand of oppression we never need fear ; Our laws are the same for the peasant and peer ; Our house is our castle, our fireside and throne, And each man in the country is sure of his own. Republican frenzy her standard may rear. And disloyalty seek to pollute our free air. But our swords we'll ne'er sheath till our Emerald Isle, From treason redeemed, shall triumphantly smile. Then drink to the Queen, to the state and the laws. With one voice, with one heart we support the good cause ; May the wretch who'd refuse such a toast never prove The comforts of friendship — the raptures of love. YE SONS OF THE WISE. Ye sons of the wise, let your spirits now arise, And scorn the smiles of temptation ; ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 109 Be faithful and true to the Orange and Bhie, They will bring you through all tribulation. Remember the guide that divided the tide For Israel's happy protection ; And over their foes made the billows to close, Because they had no true direction. In this present year, pale death it did appear, To ail who would not be united ; But down came the plan they had built on the sand, And we live to see them all sore affrighted. More cruel by far than the ^^ forty-ont " war, Was the scheme of this vile Revolution ; But we soon made our foes, by virtue of blows, Submit to our good Constitution. Our good British lavvs, they still merit applause, Since blood purchased the Reformation ; Our church did not shine till that fortunate time That William was King of the nation. That happy reprieve did thousands relieve, Who stood for the Protestant glory ; The Orange displayed soon made James afraid, And routed each Jacobite Tory. Dear brethren, you know, 'tis a long time ago Since the Orange was first propagated j And those that proved true, be they ever so few, You will find they were never defeated. So now let us fight for the cause that is right ; What rebel will dare to oppose us % We show in the name of the Protestant fame, And we care not a farthing who knows it. Our secrets of old we will not unfold To people not duly instructed ; Our good Orange cause, formed of holy laws, By prophets of old were conducted ; I ' w i I' \ I.-* 1" I' 110 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, } i' And seems to succeed in the time of our need — Our members are daily increasing ; The " up " is pulled down, and the Queen wears the crown, And the croppies, like hares, are a-chasing. That brotherly love may never remove, From the fellowship we have contracted ; And wisdom may be in each committee, A witness to what is transacted. Let each Orangeman take a full j^ltiss in hand. And drink to the heart that won't waver ; Victoria on the throne is a good Queen we own, But the memory of William forever. i ii O'CONNELL IN PURGATORY, Have you not heard, the Scripture saith, How some departing from the faith Receive their doctrines from beneath. Forbidding for to marry % Now, this is Rome, the mystic whore, Who keeps the keys of Heaven's door. And trades in dead men's souls demure. By Popish Purgatory. Doctor Miley, he has said. When Dan, the Irish King, was dead, Angels were waiting at his head His soul to Heaven to carry ; Maynooth and Rome they formed a plan, And robbed the angels of old Dan, — The Kerry Boy, we understand, They've got in Purgatory. Despatches from the Pope have come To all the Priests of mystic Rome, I ORANGE SONQS AND POEMS, 111 To change or alter Daniel's doom, His soul from thenco to carry ; Commanding them to celebrate High Mass Wiroughout the Church, of lato His soul from thence to extricate Out of this Purgatory. You Papists, gather up your pence — You know he's waiting in suspense — Your Liberator bring from hence. No longer let him tarry ! Your Dan, that pleaded for Eepeal, Is bearing now Peg Tantrim's flail ; ' *dy up, ye sons of Granuaile, Your King's in Purgatory ! The heretics, they cannot tell About this gulf 'twixt heaven and hell. Where Dives did for water yell. And none to him would carry ; But Rome has made it more complete j They've holy oil to grease their feet, And holy water, if it's meet, For Dan in Purgatory. Think on your King, and for him pray, — He agitated night and day, — Like Balaam's ass, aloud did bray, 'Gainst Aughrim, Boyne, and Derry. On walls of clay, of bricks, and stones, He pictured death's heads and cross bones ; Ye Fa'J^gh-a-ballaghSf how he groans. He's heard from Purgatory. To Bernard he bequeathed his soul, His body to the Irish mould, His heart to Rome — that was the whole : — His head a wig did carry. wW \A\ B 112 III; i'lll DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. They would not eat the wafer God, Or believe in Purgatory. He's looking now to every part Where he gave body, soul, or heart ; 0, bring your cash, and then you'll start The old fox from Purgatory. O, hard's his fata ^f he must stay Like other beggarmen, I say, For gratis prayers on AH Saints day, 0, let that never carry ; Sell scapulars, crosses, cords and beads. And all green sashes and cockades ! All Irishmen — do lend your aid For Dan in Purgatory ! They say they've power to bind or loose In heaven or hell, just as they choose ; The Papists that would dare refuse To pay her sanctuary. They'll curse with candle, book, and bell, — These poor blind dupes deserve it well, Who'd let Peg Tantrim's flail, pell-mell, Thrash Dan in Purgatory. Now Stowell, Gray, and Hugh McNeill May churches build 'gainst Granuaile, While Rome's the head, Maynooth's the tail- Their projects will not carry. 'Twas braying, boasting, blustering Dan, When travelling to the holy (?) land, That lost the trick his merits scanned, — He's now in Purgatory. Here's books and bags for my son John ; In agitation he'll go on, And chase the Saxons every one From Tara Hill to Derry : He'll drive all heretics abroad — They have no right to the holy sod — ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 113 Before my song comes to a close, Here's a flowing health to those Undaunted boys who faced their foes — The 'Prentice Boys of Derry ! Let all true brethren with me join To sing of Aughrim and the Boyne, Where we received the pass and sign To walk over Pur^r.^Lui 7. THE ORANGE TRIUMPH. Behold, my brother, fates decree The Orange shall triumphant be ; Kind Providence doth interpose, And aids to crush our rebel foes. Chorus. Then let each loyal heart unite, And every worthy soul invite ; While Beresford shall be our theme. Who keeps alive the glorious flame. For no deception here you see, Faithful and true well ever be ; Dire massacre is not our care — The dastard foe we often spare. Let it be told our baneful foes, The Orange only mercy knows ; Dark vile assassins stab by night, — When roused in open day, we fight. We murder not the cherub child, Nor yet the gentle female mild ; For we are men, and so shall know The traitor and the rebel foe. ,f «• 114 h i'"'! DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. THE BLACK MAN'S DKEAM. One night I thought a vision brought Me to a spacious plain ; Where on its centre stood a mount, Whose top I wished to gain : Orange, blue, and purple too, Were given me to wear ; And for to see the mystery, They did me thus prepare : — My guide a pack placed on my back, With pillars of an arch ; A staff and scrip placed in my hand, And thus I on did march : Through desert lands I travelled o'er, The narrow path I trod, Till something did obstruct my path In the form of a toad. m So then I saw what did me awe, Though wandering in a dream — A flaming bush though unconsumed, Before me did remain ; And as I stood out of the wood, I heard a heavenly sound, Which bade me cast my shoes away. For it was holy ground. Two men I saw, with weapons keen, Which did me sore annoy ; Unto a pyramid I ran, That standing was hard by : And as I climbed the rugged way, A hand I there did see, Which laid the lofty mountains In the scale of equity. ORANGE SOmS AND POEMS. 115 Blue, gold, and black about my neck, This apparition placed ; Into a chariot I was put, When we drove off in haste : Twelve dazzling lights of beauty bright Were brought to guide my way. And as we drave through cypress shades One of them did decay. Near to a mount I saw a fount Of living waters flow ; I being dry, they did reply, To drink you there may go : The mystic cup I then took up, And drank a health to all That were born free, and kept their knee From bowing unto Ssal. ARCH MARKSMAN. All ye Arch Marksmen, attend to this great plan, Jehovah first formed it and gave it unto man. To improve our great system it was the design ; Ye true sons of William, your courage now join ; The ancients in view of our grand mystery would smile ; And bless the great genius of our Emerald Isle. When first I was raised to that noble degree, j A Royal Arch Marksman appeared unto me, j Saying " My dearest brother, you soon shall join th^ throng : " I I followed my fancy as they led me along Through paths that were crooked, and bramble being there— I was suddenly stopped by a lurking old tar. " What profane cometh here ; and what is his name ; Where is he going, or what does he mean ? " "From your outworks I'm coming, your lines inward to view/' 116 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. I : I m, W[:a<^ Hi Ml i- i'i' I : : 11 "Step on, my dear brother, your password is true." Then slowly 1 entered, so great was the throng. And so strongly was I guarded as they led me along. Subterraneous the path, and most dismal the cell, Advancing a few paces, then I suddenly fell ; But being stout-hearted I rallied again, Resolved like the ancients, to cross Jordan's stream ; Transported with jo^ a light I did perceive, Where I spied fair Aurora, as she sprung from the grave. great Twelve dazzling bright lights shone around this throng. Supported by pillars that were stout and strong, By wisdom first formed to keep all things sure ; My master oft told me the workmen were pure ; The sculpture was gothic, which the ancients approve, And each stone was cemented and jointed with love. Long may we all honour the true Marks that we bear, — Through William's glorious memory our souls rest in care ; To unite our great sovereign, her laws and her crown. By this may each Marksman still gain high renown ; For James was defeated, and King William did approve To unite every brother with a godly-like love. THE MARKSMAN. Come, all my worthy brethren That travel the globe around, Come list awhile, till I relate How our Order it was found : Many's the weary step we travell'd The wilderness around. Till we found out the royal mark That led to the holy ground. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 117 From Egypt's plains we marched, Bound to the promised land ; Full forty years we travell'd, — Moses had the command. With rod of God he cleared the way, The seas did back rebound, And stood in heaps till we passed o'er, But Pharoah's host was drown'd. Now we're all safe pass'd over. Pray let us rest awhile ; And here give thanks unto our God, Who saved us from exile ; And also from a watery grave. Where our enemies do lie ; We'll all kneel down and praise our God, Then march to Mount Sinai. 'Twas travelling thro' the wilderness. Some of them mourned for bread \ And more for water cried aloud, — There was none to be had : So the Lord, to quench their thirsty souls, From a rock made waters flow ; And every morning they were fed With manna white as snow. ^1 'Twas then, while at Mount Horeb, The rock did Moses smite : And trav'ling for Mount Sinai, Slew the proud Amorite ; So when we came to Sinai's Mount, We forty days abode ; Then to find out the mark March'd for the plains of Moab. Twelve brethren now were chosen To view the promised land ; Who, like the dove, returned, With fruit all in their hand. ,':( (k; (ii.^' MTI -y't-'-f-V-iiVfT- :s3^IUHMku.k,iaa^^.^.^» .^. 118 DOMINION ORANGE HAliMONIST, llll!!|l!|l m I Hill To see the fruit Canaan produced, Their hearts with joy did glow ; Then to find out the royal mark We marched for Mount Nebo. Here Moses to the Mount was call'd, His last farewell to take ; Remember now the covenant You to the Lord did make : — 'Twas to pull down all idol gods, Those carved, both great and small ; And all such vain idolatry, And worshippers of Baal. Then Joshua called his brethren, And unto them did say : The streams of Jordan I'll divide, Like Moses the Red Sea ; The secret I will first unfold. Let none but Marksmen know ; So the Pass went round, and the Mark was found That will guide to Jericho. Now to conclude my Marksman's song. Let us thankful be and pray ; And keep in memory Jordan's plains, As likewise the Red Sea : Take Great Jehovah for your guide. Your enemies he'll subdue ; And remember what a mighty host Three hundred overthrew. THE PURPLE MARKSMAN. Come, all my worthy brethren, in concord, all around, That's joined in our social bands, our enemies to confound ; And I'll tell you of a secret as yet you do not know, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 119 So if you wish to see the light another step you'll go : Another step you'll go, Another step you'll go ; So if you wish to see the light another step you'll go. I, hearing of a secret, and wishing for to see, Enquired of my brother if admitted I could be ? And he said, " my dearest brother, you very soon shall know. If you answer me one question before that you do go : Before that you do go, Before that you do go ; If you answer me one question before that you do go." " Were you in darkness, or crossed Jordan's streams 1 Or can you relate to me what the Ark it contains ? " I answered him right meekly, for that I could do so ; Then he gave to me a pass- word, to try if I could know : To try if I could know. To try if I could know ; Then he gave to me a password, to try if I could know. The password being rehearsed, its cause he did define, Then said he would announce to his brethren in a sign ; The password being rehearsed, and all was just and right, Straightway he then prepared me to see that brilliant light: To see that brilliant light, To see that brilliant light ; Straightway he then prepared me to see that brilliant light. He took me by the hand and led me to a door. Where none could admitted be but those that were pure ; Three gentle knocks he gave, and I bended on my knee. And the answer was, that no profanes admitted there should be : Admitted there should be. Admitted there should be ; And the answer was that no profanes admitted there should be. N 120 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Ui m^ fr I I If I ft Vii d 1 " He's no profane, I'll answer for it," my conductor here replied, " But a true and worthy Israelite — I have him safely tried ; He has cross'd Jordan's streams, and likewise Moab's plain, And is willing yet to travel, all our secrets to gain : AH our secrets to gain, All our secrets to gain ; And is willing yet to travel all our secrets to gain." A door then being opened, I was admitted in. On rugged roads mysterious, my travels did begin ; With my pack upon my back, my staff was in my hand, I travelled through the wilderness all o'er the desert lands ; All over desert lands. All over desert lands ; And I travelled through the wilderness all o'er the desert lands. When I came to Mount Horeb, I could not here but blush, With terror great I gazed upon the burning bush ! Moses was the cry, and he answered, here am I, Saying, cast the shoes from off your feet before that you draw nigh. Before that you draw nigh, Before that you draw nigh ; Saying, cast the shoes from off your feet before that you draw nigh : Now when they asked of me, what I held in my right hand, I said it was a rod that the Lord he did command ; Which when cast upon the ground, a serpent it became, I was almost affrighted for to iake it up again : P^or to take it up again, For to take it up again I was almost affrighted for to take it up again. And as they asked of me from whence I had came, I answered and said it was from Midian's plain ; From the Plain of Midian, what were you doing there ? ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 121 I was feeding Jethro's flocks, which was all my care : Which was all my care, Which was all my care ; I was feeding Jethro's flocks, which was all my care. And where are you going he soft to me did say ; Unto the land of Egypt I'm now upon my way ] Pray what is your mission, or what will you do there 1 To free all my brethren that now in bondage are : That now in bondage are, That now in bondage are ; To free all my brethren that now in bondage are. They brought me to a mount, where I had to ascend. In search of our secrets, being led there by a friend ; When I attained my object, unto the top did climb, There I got the secret words that are so divine : That are so divine, That are so divine ; There I got the secret words that are so divine. They were all standing round me, when I bended on m> knee. And what I stood in need of was demanded straight of me ; I said it was the light that I wished for most to see. And they said, my dearest brother, we will give it unto thee : We will give it unto thee, We will give it unto thee; And they said, my dearest brother, we will give it unto thee. Great light appeared around me, no darkness there had been ; And I gaz'd with great amazement on all that I had seen ; So they filled me up a bumper pledged in the mystic pot. And they toasted to their brother, and the secrets he had got; And the secrets he had got. And the secrets he had got ; And they toasted to their brother, and the secrets he had got. ^ ^ ,» i ! !■ » :t t>tmrwmmmm»vl>Mmf.Mmmm,,t,m,,rmmi«,,,,m^,,,.m^maM->^, -..^^mSSSq iiii ! 'If! ■v''^i 122 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Now we have travelled over this mysterious foreign laud, And may our new-born brother firm in the faith long stand ; And may the purple order by Marksmen be revered, And when we prove the Orange true, with them it shall be shared : With them it shall be shared, With them it shall be shared ; And when we prove the Orange true, with them it shall bo shared. i ^liilil f ! i iiijiii i ii I and look'd confused, and not one word did say : At length he spoke — " My dear," says he, *' the Priest has run away ; Such mum'ry and such nonsense no Christian can endure : I'll go with you and will renounce the Babylonian whore." MEDLEY. ON THE GRAND PROCESSION TN TORONTO CITY, JULY 12t11, 1852. Air,— "Auld Langsyno." Blest shade of that immortal King Who nobly crossed Boyne's flood, Teach me his praises loud to sing Who for us shed his blood. May every year new glory give To those of William's line ; And may his sons for ever live. To meet their sire divine. Chorus. But here's to those who each July Their brethren do join, n 1(18 WMINJON OliANCK llAliMONI^T. A To lt«l)rat(> tlu' glorious day King Willi.'iiu (ToshM tlu* lioyiu'. Tho OraTigcnuMi IVom I'ar and near, In duly lil'ly-lwo, Uy Toronto luou invited woro — ih\i' thousand good and trut> ; That in thoir city all should uicot, Ahoul tho hour ot nt)on, And (hen ])ro('(>i'd IVoni stnu^t U) striH't, Throughout that loy;>l town. (V/('/"/^S'. Then horo's to thoHO who each duly, Their brcthron do join, To colt'brato the glori(»us day King William cross'd tho IJoyiu'. Aiu, - " (^ropiiios, li«> down." With transports of joy thoy rospoud to tho call, (^h ! tell nic their numbers — 1 can't count them all ; l^ut from Hamilton, Whitby, aiul Hrantlord they came, ()ne thousand brave men, in W^illiam's great nanu* ; Anil next came those heroes who gained their renown In nudving at Slabtown the Croppies lie down. Derry down, &c. Aiu,~"Tho Girl I loft behind mo." At twelve o'clock th' eleventh night, Twelve cannon shot were fired, To usher in that morn so bright — l\v all so much desired ; doyt'ul we greet the morning ray W hich Heaven did distend us, Fortiuitous of the heaveidy day She was about to send us. When day had put to llight the night, And noon was fast approaching, V: \ lii ntfjii iii'tf*^''"'' "''* OUAXCK SONdS ANh POKMS. I (ID Tlni Oraiif^c l»oyH, with banriciH hrif^lit, Into our town wcro riiiirchiii^ ; III ovi^ry jdiKU' aii liiH ntation At tlie |>la<;(i of nitide/vou.s. For Home ar(5 there heforo uh, Now t"re(s froTu (!V(^ry cai(! ; Let'K raise our colours o'c^r us And show them fri(!ndH are n(!ar. Am,- •'TlKT.i'H im k"M luck." Oil lii^^'h the Orange l)anner ilew, and loudly heat tlie, drum, And as each lodge it .station knew, thrice loudly peahid our Upon six largo and milk-whit(! steeds, six marshals knightly rodo — Such steeds as that King William rode the day he cross'd Boync's Hood. Our distric*^ rajuters took the front, th(! county followed next; And tliOK came those of the grand lodge, in silken scarlet (IrcsriLM.l : In martial order all being formed, at one we l(!ft the ground, To cheer our hearts we played that march, we call " Crop- pies, lie down." Ai){, — " LyHnct,'a(lo." Each lodge one stand of colours had, and some had ev(;n two. And every man new ribbons wore of purple and of blue ; "vmmmimm V 170 DOMINION ORANGF HARMONISI^. With marching bands of warriors the plain was covered o'er, The earth groaned deep beneath their feet, and loudly roared the shore. Repeat in chorus. — With marching bands. As onward marched our Orangemen, a glorious sight was seen — Windows decked on either side in every hue but green ; Ninety stands of banners bright high dazzled in the sun, And everywhere from van to rear was heard the Orange drum. Air,—" Lilliburlero." From street to street we marched away, all dress'd in orange and purple gay. Two thousand and ten were the number of men who joined in procession on that happy day ; But women linked to the brethren, far and near came to see them in town. Who alone, if permitted, were more than sufFicient to put every rebel and Ribbonman down. Awake ! awake ! You Protestant Boys, In the cause of your forefathers conquer or die ; In memoiy of William, We yearly assemble. And join in procession each twelfth of July. Repeat in chorus. — Awake ! awake ! In order and beauty and marshall'd array, we moved in procession to the cricket ground. As our drummers did beat and our fifcrs did play, refresh- ments ir plenty we joyfully found ; When luncheon was ended and all were delighted; our Grand Chaplain Meycrhoffer feelingly said, — To God we must pray and on Him depend, and He will for ever and ever befriend. May the Orange boys last Till ages are past ; ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 171 May the Royal Arch Purple and Blue men combine ; May this watchword of mine Forever be thine — " KING WILLIAM ! who conquered his foes at the Boyne." Repeat, — May the Orange boys last, &c. —J. B. Davis, Virgin Lodge, Toronto. THE GLORIOUS MEMORY. Orangemen ! we tribute owe. Which we'll pay while blood shall flow, Hearts in concord now echo In joyous harmony : Sing of William just and true, To whom our sacred rights are due. And ne'er forget, ye chosen few. His Glorious Memory ! Greet the days of happy yore — Laud that era evermore Which wafted Nassau to our shore. To banish slavery : Boundless thanks his deeds tranr-cend, Those in honour we'll defend, And cowards hoot who dare suspend The Glorious Memory Sires, who fell in battle brave. Could you speak from the silent grave, View your sons, how they enslave Their ancient pedigree ,: You'd cry, revere the blood once shed. Support the cause for which we bled, 0, ne'er concede till life is bled, The Glorious Memory \ h m 172 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Sanguine strife may swell and rage, — Traitors fierce may warfare wage, Yet we'll hand to latest age This crest in blazonry ; Loyal, ever be your boast, — Mid the din of rebel host. Undaunted give the charter toast — The Glorious Memory. ADMIRAL NELSON. Now listen, my hearers, awhile, if you please. And a comical story I'll tell soon, Of a tight little fellow well known on the seas, And his name it was Admiral Nelson. I'm sure you've all heard of his fame, How he fought like a davil wherever he came. S;poken, — And maybe the Dutch, Spaniards and French don't ? AVell then, they won't Have plenty of cause to remember the name Of my tight little Admiral Nelson. His arm having lost at the fam'd TenerifFe, Never mind, says he, I shall get well soon ; I shall catch them one day, as you see lads ; and if They escape me, blame Admiral Nelson. To doubt what I promise were mighty absurd, For I left them my hand as a pledge of my word. Spoken. — And so he did : arm and all, as good security ; for you know the old proverb says That a bird in hand is worth two in the bush ; So success to brave Admiral Nelson. At length (to conclude) it would make the dead smile. Just to hear what Horatio befel soon ; ^^^^^^^^^SS^SESSil;^. w«to^. '-»>■■'■'•"■ on A FOE SOFG.S AND POEMS. 173 The French took a trip to the banks of the Nile, To make work for brave Admiral Nelson ; And then he fell in with them close to the land, And here he stuck to their skirts, as you may understand. Spoken. — And in truth his Satanic Majesty him- self would have laughed To see how he lathered the French with one hand,— - O, the world for brave Admiral Nelson. THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND NOT A NEW CHURCH. The Popish Priest is at the door, His lamb-like voice we hear ; But we half detect the lion's roar. Though we will not stoop to fear. There's a spirit in old England That cannot crouch to Rome ; Our fathers liv'd the brave and free, In their own, their island home. The truths which ancient Britons knew Unto our hearts are known ; And we may not bend at the Popish Mass , Nor kneel to gods of stone. Our Church is not a new-sprung Church ; It flourished in the land Before the slaves of Papal Rome Polluted England's strand. We're of no sect ; our hearts are knit With Jesus Christ our Lord : And we will not change our ancient faith, Apostate ! at thy word ! r 174 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Our faith is truth — the truth of God ; It blazes high and bright We'll stand to it as our fathers stood, And may God defend the right. — M. A. Stoddart. i'l Hi it ■« MARSEILLAISE FOR THE ROMANS. FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM. Arise ! brave Romans, freedom calls you ! Now is the time to strike the blow ! Let not anathemas appal to you — Strike home, and lay the Pontiff low. Who is this Priest would give salvation To sinners with a single nod 1 Who is this Priest, that says damnation Hangs on his lips — is he a God 1 To arms — Romans, to arms — This demigod depose : With sword and brand we'll take a stand Against our subtle foes. We asked him for a constitution : He called us heretics and knaves — But now our cry is retribution — Romans no longer will be slaves. We'll worship God, our common father — He, who in glory ever reigns ; But, oh ! as Christians, we would rather Bow down to him without our chains. To arms — Romans, to arms — This demigod depose ; With sword and brand we'll take a stand Against our subtle foes. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 175 We want no Papal absolution — There's only one who can absolve ; 'Tis He can cleanse from all pollution — To serve our God we now resolve. But this poor reptile's vain pretences Of free salvation, we despise ; He cannot pardon our offences, Though he may try to blind our eyes. To arms — Romans, to arms — This demigod depose ; With sword and brand we'll take a stand Against our subtle foes. Why should we not possess a nation ! We are not Jews — nor will we be Afraid of excommunication — Like Rome of old, we will be free. Long we have bowed to superstition. But now we'll bow to God alone ; And by His help, the Inquisition We'll level with the Papal Throne. To arms — Romans, to arms — This demigod depose ; With sword and brand we'll take a stand Against our subtle foes. King Street, Toronto. — T. P THE QUEEN OF MERRY ENGLAND. ! the Queen of merry England, Who so loved as she ? A gallant band may she command, In all her kingdoms three ; And there the smile of beauty, Still shines upon the free, 'J V 170 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. r i flip ! the Queen of merry England, What Queen so blest as she ? ! the Queen, &c. O ! the Queen of merry England, The rose upon its stem Shall twine with Erin's shamrock Around her diadem ; While the thistle of Scotland Shall ne'er forgotten be ; ! the Queen of merry England, What Queen so blest as she 1 ! the Queen, &c. ! the Queen of merry England, When sounds the battle drum. With hearts of fire and swords of flame, A thousand warriors come, To drive from land our foemen. Or sweep them from the sea ; ! the Queen of merry England, What Queen so blest as she ? ! the Queen, &c. To the Queen of merry England, Our wine cups let us raise, And let the foremost toast be given Unto Victoria's praise ; Hurrah ! hurrah ! the toast is, Victoria ! three times three ; Long may she live, the pride of the world, Victoria, fair and free ! ! the Queen, &c. BRITANNIA'S REVENGE. Britannia, musing o'er the deed By her brave sons achieved, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 177 In battle where the valiant bleed And death stalks forth unheeded ; Within her cave the goddess sat, And viewed the foaming ocean, Whose surges high began to beat In furious commotion ! When lo ! a Triton from afar. Came floating in a watery car, " Haste," he cried, " Britannia, rise. Succour bring, or Nelson dies ! " Roused at the name of her fav'rite, she Hew To the scene where the hero expos'd to her view, Alas ! was no more ! Frantic with grief, her locks she tore, And thro' the fleet engaging, The direful tale to all she bore. Amidst the battle raging : <* Revenge, revenge ! " aloud she cried, "To stimulate your fury. See yonder deck, how richly dy'd ! 'Tis Nelson's blood conjures ye ; By his dear manes, his parting breath, I charge you to avenge his death ; Let the British thunder go, Hurl destruction on the foe ; Let not his fall without something so great Be recorded to mark the lamentable fate Of an hero so great." She ceased : and now great Nelson's name From ship to ship resounded, While France and Spain, enwrapp'd in flame, Astonish'd and confounded, Feebly oppose the vengeful ire, In British hearts excited — In vain to glory they aspire — His death must be requited ! F u III .^....|,,. 178 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Unequal to the conflicfe's heat, Tliough great numbers fill their fleet, See, they strike ! vengeance sweep. Rushing down th' unfathomcd deep, Sinks the confed'rates of proud France and Spain, While the genius of Albion exulting claim Victory ! Victory ! ENGLAND'S WOODEN WALLS. What should fire a Briton's heart When his land's in danger ? Courage and his patriot-strength — To repel each stranger ! Should the foe insult our flag, What shall cause his wonder % England's conquering wooden walls. And their deep-mouth'd thunder. Thus shall England ever prove Great in warlike story. And her Britons ever shine In the page of glory ! Heart and hand will e'er unite, Fearless what befalls them ; Ever ready, day or night. When their country calls them ! wh 1 U|lj Sjii THE DEATH OF NELSON. Recitative. O'er kelson s tomb, with silent grief oppress 'd, Britannia mourn' d her hero, now at rest, iMMM ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 179 Hut those bright hiurels ne'er shall fade with years, Whoso hiaves are water'd by a nation's tears. Sonrj. 'Twas in Trafalgar's bay, We saw the Frenchmen lay, Each heart was bounding then ; We scorn'd tlie foreign yoke, Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men. Our Nelson mark'd them on the wave. Three cheers our gallant seamen gave, Nor thought of home or beauty ; Along the line this signal ran, " England expects that every man This day will do his duty." And now the cannons roar Along the aftrighted shore Our Nelson led the way, His ship the Victory nam^d, Long be that victory fam'd ! For vict'ry crown'd the day. But dearly was that conquest bought ; Too well the gallant hero fought, For England, home and beauty ; He cried, as 'midst the fire he ran, " England expects that every man This day will do his duty." At last the fatal wound. Which spread dismay around. The hero's breast received ; " Heav'n fights upon our side, The day's our own," he cried ; " Now long enough I've lived. In honour's cause my life was past. In honour's cause I fall at last, IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET {MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1.25 l^m iiiM ''• '^ 1112. Z Hi ■— 120 1.8 1.4 111.6 Photographic Sdences Corporation 4.

\^.M. I put out my light and stepped into bed As Saint Peter's great clock struck twelve ; I soon fell asleep when I laid down my head— Oh ! terrible thought, such a weight of cold lead Press'd hard on my chest : I thought I was dead. And downward I fell, With a hideous yell, Amidst horrid gloom — It look'd like a tomb ; And there on a stone, Grim Death with a bone, Appeared in the form of a man. " Ah, ah ! have I got you ? " said he with a frown ; " Thou wicked and subtle old Pope. Come hither to me, thou contemptible clown. And tell me for what thou hast gained thy renown :" But ere I could reach him, a fiend knocked me down ; And then came a grin From the angel of sin As on to my chest He heavily prest, And blew his cold breath, The esse, ^*^ of death. Which froze up my blood in a trice. I shiver'd aud turned as black as a coal, As lie sucked at my heart like a leech, When to my relief the bell gave a toll, And out crawled a worm with a light from his hole ; " Slimy," said Death, " take care of this soul, For I must attend On Wiseman his friend And drag him below, Midst darkness and woe, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 191 And crack all his bones, In spite of his groans, For the Cardinal's doom is just sealed." Then upwards he went with a desperate spring, Which shook the whole earth to its base ; And far in the distance the flap of his wing Sent through the dark caverns a terrible ring, While ten thousand fiends cried, " Ah^ he will bring Another poor soul. Through Purgat ':y's hole, To be torn by ou; claws For our hungry maws, I ^ nd his spi~ *. shall dwell On the confines of hell For a thousand and fifty jears." I looked for Slimy, and to my surprise He was quickly changing his shape : — His body was swelled to a marvellous size, And when he stepped forth, with a large pair of eyes, I knew him to be the father of lies : The terrible beast Was dressed like a priest ; I had long been his friend — All things have an end ; What could I expect ? My hair stood erect, And I shook like an aspen leaf. When Slimy came forth he curled up his tail, And made me a very low bow ; He told me he knew all mortals were frail, But if I attempted to weep or to wail He would send m> off to Purgatory's jail; Then he opened a book. With a treacherous look. And wrote down my name. With the ink in a flame, lb-.. n U ' n 192 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. i s Which threw out a light Through the shades of the night, And made the dark caverns look blue. " Pray, Mr. Devil," said I, " let me go, Ere I die in a terrible fright ; " " Thou die," said the Devil, " thou wilt not die ; no, Thou art destined to live in regions of woe For ever and ever, so get thee below." Then he fixed in my jaw The tip of his claw. And through the foul air I was hurled in despair ; I cannot now tell The distance I fell — It was two or three miles, I am sure. While writhing, and weeping, and groaning with pain, The gates of Perdition I saw ; I shrieked out for mercy, but shrieked out in vain — Through sulphur and fire and thunder and rain Three devils came bearing a ponderous chain, And fixed round my waist. In a desperate haste, A large iron ring. Which closed with a spring ; Then cried : " Mr. Pope, For thee there's no hope. Come away, come away to the Shades." The escutcheon over the gates of Hell Appeared like the triple crown, It filled me with horror — the fiend rang the bell, And out of the gates came a sulphurous smell. And then I was dragged, with a tenible yell, Through many a maze, And many a blaze, , , 'Midst burning lakes, And fiery snakes, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 193 And smoking hills, And boiling rills. To the shades of Purgatory. Through heaps of dry bones which had rotted for years, I was dragged, and the horrible dust Flew into my eyes, my mouth and my ears, Which completely dried up my fountain of tears ; And to add to my woe, my anguish and fears, From under the bones Came horrible groans j The fiends heard the sound, And skipped round and round ; And the iron ring. With its tightening spring, Sunk into my soul as they danced. Ere the dance was done from out of the east Proserpine, the infernal Queen, Came forth in a flame, on a terrible beast ; She had promised to join the camiverous feast Which King Pluto gave, where many a priest Was baked and boiled. And some were oiled, And others fried, And some were dried. And not a few Made Pluto's stew, A dish that he very well liked. Wlien the Queen had passed, her fiery train Was joined by the devils three ; And I, like a kite, at the end of the chain, Was dragged by the demon, nor did I complain, Though the fames of Hell were consuming my brain. And large fire flies Were stinging my eyes, And scorpions too Of every hue, M 194 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. With venomous stings, And prickly wings, Were sucking my blood on the way. Like a comet, through the sultry air, To King Pluto's palace we flew j 'Neath the porch near the gate a large grisly bear Was crouching in anger to spring from his lair, And Proserpine's vassals cried, " Pius, beware. The scent of the feast Makes the ravenous beast Impatient to spring At Pope, Priest or King : Keep far from his chain. Else you will be slain. And thrown down the bottomless pit." Then like a vile dog I was forced to crawl Away from the terrible beast, And then in a niche on a hook in the wall I was hung by my chain, to await the call Of the judges of Hell ; 'twas enough to appal The devil himself And every elf Of his hellish train ; But they mocked my pain And knotted my hair. And then made me swear To renounce the triple crown. When King Plato heard that I, like a dog. Was chained to a hook in the wall, He sent a vile imp in the form of a frog. Who rode in great haste on the back of a hog ; The infernal reptile I wished in a bog : He told me the King Had sent him to bring The Pope, to make sport To amuse his court, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 195 And then on the hog, Behind the vile frog I was hurried away to the feast. It was scarcely a minute ere the swine Flew into the banqueting room ; "Ah, ah !" Pluto cried, " Are you come to dine With the judges of Hell and Queen Proserpine 1 Fly, blue devils, fly ; haste, haste with some wine To yon trembling thing : Quick ! quick !" cried the king, " And take off his chain, And then soothe his pain, And bring him a seat. And give him some meat — The Pope has found grace in my sight." Twelve fiery snakes, at a glance from the King, Soon coiled themselves into a chair ; While one coiled a seat in the form of a ring, Two others formed elbows— each darted a sting ; The back, too, was formed by a large slimy thing. And every leg And every peg Of the horrible chair Was made, I declare. Of reptiles of Hell ; And the sulphurous smell Which came from their throats made me faint. I quickly revived, and the dreadful fright I had long been in pass'd away; And when the blue devils, each bearing a light On the tip of his tail, with a flame so bright, Came dancing around, the comical sight Made me laugh right out, Like ft drunken lout ; Then Queen Proserpine Told Pluto the wine m Mi §:ii &'!:\^^ ,■ * Vi *■' P -i4... : I 'J; il III 196 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Made Pius the priest Enliven the feast ; She was glad that I felt at home ! When the feast was done, great Pluto, the king, Called on Rhadamanthus for a song : I felt quite alarmed when I heard him sing ; His loud thundering voice made the palace ring. Which the caverns below kept echoing ; And grim Pluto scowled. And the devil howled, And the lofty mien Of the infernal Queen For a moment fell. While the host of Hell, Gave a dreadful shriek as he sung : — " Spirits of the burning mountain, Spirits of the midnight air, Spirits of the boiling fountain, Spirits listen, then despair : Bells are ringing. Saints are singing. And truth triumphs on the earth j Fiends are flying, Priests are dying, While we thus appear in mirth. " Pluto, thy great power is waning — Italy will soon be free ; Mortals, paradise regaining. Will obtain a victory : Bells are ringing. Saints are singing, And truth triumphs on the earth ; Fiends are flying, I*riests are dying, While we thus appear in mirth. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 197 " Kome will soon cast oflF the harlot, And the creatures in her train ; Those who walk arrayed in scarlet, Leading souls to endless pain : Bells are ringing, Saints are singing, And truth triumphs on the earth ; Fiends are flying. Priests are dying. While we thus appear in mirth. " Mortals have become enlightened, Pope and devil they defy ; Neither earth nor Hell have frightened Those who pant for liberty : Bells are ringing, Saints are singing ; And truth triumphs on the earth ; Fiends are flying, Priests are dying, While we thus appear in mirth. " Devils, hark ! a soul is falling From the world where mortals dwell ; List ! it is the harlot calling — She is driven back to Hell : Bells are ringing, Saints are singing, Truth has triumphed on the earth ; Fiends are flying. Priests are dying. While we thus appear in mirth." What followed this song I cannot now tell, Nor do I at all wish to know ; Just let it suffice, midst the noise the great bell Of Saint Peter's clock gave a stroke, and it fell, On my troubled ear, which broke the vile spell ; 198 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, And out of the bed, With a throbbing head, I jumped in a fright, And called for a light. The cardinals came — Then 'midst fear and shame, I related my horrible dream. NO PURGATORY. When Pope Pius from eartli did stray, And upwards seek'd his aerial way, To find what's fam'd in Romish story. That cleansing place called Pvrgatory : A place the prophets ne'er could view, A place that Christ ne'er named nor knew, A place as false and whimsical As the famed island of Brazil : As, driven by storm to Saint Lucee, Some hopeless bird is forced to flee ; Tired on the wing he hoves about. Some friendly asylum to find out ; He hoves in vain — the deep appears. And all around is wreck'd with fears ; Ten thousand fears distract his soul. To think he cannot find the gaol \ He stamps and rages at his sad doom, And damns his lying Church of Rome ! At last he spies Heaven's shining gate, And rapp'd, presumptuous in his heart. He louder rapp'd — and louder still. Till St. Peter came, — " Pray, what's your will ? His Holiness : — " From earth I came : The Pope has been my common name, And in our Church, each learn'd professor, C^ils me Christ's vicar, and your successor : ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 199 And what to heretics seem'd odd, I called myself Almighty God ! " Quoth Peter — " Vain are all thy hopes, This gate has ne'er admitted Popes ; And what may seem much stranger still, It will not now and never will ? " Well," quoth the Pope, " since this is so One thing of you I fain would know ; — Did King William hither come. Great Prince of Orange, foe to Rome ; Who with his heretics did join. And slew my Papists at the Boyne 1 " Quoth Peter, — " WiUiam's in this place : Pray, would you wish to see his face ? " « No," cried the Pope, " If William's there, By all that's holy, here I swear. Hell I'll prefer and Satan's clan To Heav'n and such an Orangeman : Or, if I had my book and bell, I'd ring him out of Heaven to He!l ! '* St. Peter shut the gate and left The Pope of every hope bereft : So now enraged, most strange to tell, He sought out the gloomy gate of Hell, He knocked there a young fiend came, And told him " to send in his name." Says he, " Tell Lucifer, the Pope Depends on him, his latest hope ; Since Heav'n is shut, he means to dwell And share with him his seat in Hell." Up came the Devil, amazed with fear. And said, " No Pope shall enter here ! He that on earth did eat his God, And feasted on his flesh and blood, I shan't admit him, on my peril. Lest he in hell should eat the Devil ! " 200 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. THE SONG OF MIRIAM. FOR THE DEDICATION OF A HALL. i Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumph'd — His people are free ! Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots and horsemen, all splendid and brave, How vain was their boasting ! — The Lord hath but spokcMi. And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ; Jehovah has triumphed — His people are free ! Praise to the conqueror, praise to the Lord, His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword ; Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride 1 For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea j • Jehovah has triumphed — His people are free % iji : r> f». STANZAS Suggested by the re-interment of the exhumed hones, beneath the floor of the Cathedral, where they were formerly deposited. This laudable act was performed by the Apprentice Boys of Derry, on Friday ^ the 2Uh day of May, 1861. Here rest to be disturb'd no more. Till comes the resurrection day, The bones of men who fought of yore, And perill'd life in deadly fray. The rights of conscience to secure, And laws plac'd on a basis sure. OttANGE SONGS AND POEMS 201 No common conflict here they wag'd, War, pestilence, and famine dire, Around them in fierce fury rag'd, Their faith and fortitude to tire ; But, trusting in the Lord Most High, Still " No Surrender " was their cry. Contending valiantly they fell. And weeping friends interr'd them here ; How doleful rang the funeral knell Of each, when stretched upon his bier, And when the grave had on them clos'd 'Twas thought in safety they repos'd. Yet strange and dismal sight to view, Their bones, which moulder'd in the clay For more than eight score years and hvo, Were rudely raised from where they lay, And thrown in heaps the Churchyard o'er. Like common earth, and nothing more. But soon the brave " Apprentice Boys " Restored them to their former place, Honour'd by cannon's booming noise. Their second burial-rites to grace ; Whilst citizens of every grade, Deserv'd respect have to them paid. —Robert Young. Londonderry, May 27, 1861. ^:^! !!i: SONG. AN ADVICE TO ORANOEMEN. Air—" The Rejected Mason." All ye who Orange colours wear, And wish to be instructed, 202 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. m\ Go place the Bible in the chair, And by it be conducted ; For if Jehovah's voice ye hear, And are by Him directed, Your enemies ye need not fear, For ye will be protected. Search through that volume and behold, How His Almighty arm Preserved the Israelites of old, And kept them free from harm : He sent them Moses for their guide. And fully him instructed. How Israel through the raging tide By Him should be conducted. Next Joshua was forward sent. Fair Canaan to discover. Across the Jordan first he went, And brought all Israel over ; The heathen fast before them flew, Convuls'd with fear and wonder. For He who saved His chosen few. Oft spoke in tones of thunder. While Israel to the law gave heed. And on it meditated, Peace, wealth, and honour was their meed. And Kings their hearts elated \ But turning to idolatry. They met with desolation, A high decree caus'd them to be Dispersed through every nation. But still the Lord, in darkest age, Had many true believers, Who lov'd to read His holy page, In spite of all deceivers : ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 203 When guilty Rome would to the tomb Consign His revelation^ A chosen few were still found true, In every Christian nation. Now since from superstition's sway The present generation As yet is sav'd, let us today Make steady preparation — At Heaven's command to keep our land From heathenish pollution, From foreign yoke, and fatal stroke Of Popish revolution. SONG. (On the celebration of the Twelfth of July at Lisbum, in the year 1823.) Air—" True Blues of Hall's Mill." Blythe joy bells announced the glad morning Which Lisburn still hails with delight, When William, all idle fears scorning, Rushed valiantly forth to the fight ; And soon in a splendid procession. Did hundreds in harmony join, Lodge following lodge in succession, As regiments marched to the Boy no. The first we saw gaily advancing. Were Bally macashmen so bold. Some mounted on ateeds, proudly prancing — Brave Johnson wore medals of gold ; And then came the gallant old Innes, A Serjeant undaunted and true, A match for O'Rourke or Magennis, Should Popesmen their warfare renew. 204 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. t n The town with sweet music resounded, Which heigh teiied the joy of the day, Full fifty-three lodges went round it, All marshal I'd in Orange array ; To Church we proceeded, delighted, Devotional homage to pay To Him who the foemen affrichted. And freed us by Nassau this day. The sun seemed to brighten in splendour — Our flags waving wide in the wind, Inscribed with the words " No Surrender," With Orange and Purple entwin'd ; An arch near the Church was erected. And through it we marched in a line ; None pass'd there who e'er were suspected. For each gave the true Purple sign. The sermon was short but impressive, Instructive in every part, Propounding religion progressive. The homage that comes from the heart : It taught us morality — royal Allegiance to Zion's great King : We joined then in harmony loyal Our hymns of thanksgiving to sing. Intrigues of the Jesuits cunning, That rule in our Vice-regal court. Their course of deception still running. New laws may propound and support : A Cabinet faithless and venal, The servers of Mammon and Time, May make our processions all penal. And meeting in Churches a crime. Another Tyrconnell may urge us A second allegiance to try ; A third of the Jameses may scourge us. But still we shall triumph or die — ORANOE SONOS AND POEMS. 205 Our Bible the Doyle's men may banish, And truth for a time disappear : Our teachers in terror may vanish, But Popery's downfall draws near. STANZAS. (Inscribed to Great Britain, before the Btirrender of her Glorious Constitution was effected.) Air— ," The girl I left behind me." Great Britain, empress of the sea, By wooden walls surrounded. Which oft have made thy foes give way, And all their hopes confounded ; High on the throne of fame, full blown, With many trophies crowned. You sit supreme, the sovereign dame Of nations long renowned. Beneath thy sceptre plenty smiles. And commerce spreads her pinions, Ships trade to the remotest isles. Throughout thy vast dominions ; Here knowledge grows and money flows. The heart of man delighting, Religion bright diffuses light, The soul to bliss inviting. Yet, long thou wert the blinded slave Of Papal usurpation. Thy genius buried in the grave Of Priestly domination ; Thy muse now slept, or silent wept, While learning, persecuted, Afirighted fled, and in its stead. Darkness the land polluted. IJIf.ii.V. '. if J ! I' .' m 234 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Let traitors quail, while true-men hail The Battle of the Boyne. Fling out our glorious banner, 'Mid music's merry chime ; Let Northern breezes fan her, As in the olden time ; And trust in God on high, boys, Be faithful to the last ; The future will outvie, boys, The glories of the past. Rear, rear the flag ! strike, strike the drum, In proud procession join ; Hurrah ! hurrah ! we hail this day The Battle of the Boyne. BALLYKILBEG. (Sunff at the Banquet ^ven to Bro. Wm. Johnston, M.P., Most Worshipful Grand Master of the Grand Black Chapter of Ireland, by the Grand Black Chapter of Dublin, on Tuesday evening, the ord De- cember, 1872, at the Orange Hall, York Street, Dublin.) Air,—" Protestant Boys." I'll sing you a song, I know you'll all join, And chorus the praise of a man I shall name. Whose heart's beating high for the cause of the Boyne Whose tongue's ever eloquent sounding its fame, With William's spirit, With Walker's merit, Who hallowed the thunders of old " Roaring Meg " For Throne and for Altar, No change, or no falter. True Blue William Johnston — " Ballykilbeg ! " Thousands had mustered, and thousands again, At Bangor, with " Ballykilbeg " at their head, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 235 And Gladstone, dismayed, never thought Orangemen Could call up a Phalanx to cause him such dread. Oh ! " they were the Boys Who feared no noise," No more than the Boys for whom blazed Roaring Meg ; All shoulder to shoulder, None calmer, none bolder. With True Blue William Johnston — "Ballykilbeg !" At this great procession, with Johnston True Blue, John Bright he looked darkly, John Gray he looked pale, True Blue gave a hint of what Ulster could do. But being too loyal they sent him to Gaol ; But from that prison A zeal had risen, Like to the furor of old Roaring Meg, And in the ascendant. Our star shone resplendent. True Blue William Johnston — *' Ballykilbeg." We stood in the Senate, demanding our right To walk in procession, with Banners unfurled. In proud celebration of Boyne's glorious fight. When James to the dust was ingloriously hurled ! Who broke in twain The penal chain. When his spirit flashed fire, like old Roaring Meg, And Cardinal Cullen Look'd sombre and sullen 1 'Twas True Blue William Johnston— "Ballykilbeg !" His name has been wafted where'er the winds sweep, Australia and India his worth have confess'd, And o'er the Atlantic's magnificent deep, With fame as his herald, he flew to the West. At Niagara's Flood, He proudly stood, A true 'Prentice Boy of old Roaring Meg ; i ' >' I : ) ■ ■; Ft * , I 5 '^A-V- ^8! i 236 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. And Toronto, Ontario, Did honour our hero. True Blue William Johnston — " Ballykilbeci." Then join the laudation, — ye sons of Nassau, Both OiiANGE and Purple, and Royal Black Knioiits, To him whom no power, no prison could awe. To him who so nobly stood up for our rights ; And sing his praise, With loud huzzas. Come, out with it — thunder Hke old Roaring Meg ; Fill, fill the glass higher, Twelve be our fire, Here's True Blue William Johnston — "BALLYKiLiiKd!" W.A.,— 19, G.P., G.B.C. THE BRIGHT ORANGE BANNER. Air,—" Rule Britannia." When William landed from the main. And waved the Orange Standard round Rejoicing millions formed his train, And Popish tyrants bit the ground. Hail ! thou bright colour ! Triumphant banner wave ! O'er papal ruins. And rebellion's grave ! The first bright morning in July, Our brilliant ensign fluttering stream'd, Ten thousand voices rent the sky, And conquering William's falchion gleamed. Wave, thou bright colour ! Triumphant banner wave ! O'er papal ruins. And rebellion's grave. Ii; ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 237 The war-steed of our gallant Prince Neigh'd proudly to the trumpet's sound ; So fair a sight has not been since That stately charger paw'd the ground. Wave, thou bright colour ! Triumphant banner wave ! O'er papal ruins, And rebellion's grave. Onward he bore his precious load, Appall'd the apostate rebels fled, Onward the church's champion rode. The Orange Standard o'er his head. Wave, thou bright colour ! Triumphant banner wave ! O'er papal ruins, And rebellion's grave. Then Priesthood fell — Rebellion ^howl'd Our conquering banner waved on high ; Then superstition dying scowled. And truth unfetter'd burst the sky. Wave, thou bright colour ! Triumphant ensign wave ! O'er papal ruins, And rebellion's grave. NOW OR NEVER ! NOW AND FOR EVER ! When fierce Tyrconnel's bannerol Was tossing in the face of Heaven, — Ere from fair Dublin's castle wall Her lord by freemen's might was driven. That flag by tyranny unroll' d — A legend its dark flauntings bore, — Then wildly rang this menace bold From cloud-crowned hill to sea-girt shore : ji|y 238 P Iff m' DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Now or never ! Now and for ever ; Now and for ever ! Now or never. The veil is rent, grey titne let fall O'er scenes 'twere nobler to forget ; — Even now — in years that we may call Our own — their shadows linger yet ; For subtle foes, with hate malign, Their blighting ukase forth have flung — Ah then ! were struck those chords divine — That broke in thunder from the tongue. Now or never ! Now and for ever ; Now and for ever ! Now or never. Till treason hates her aid to lend, And boldly bares her hydra brow ; But vainly may she strive to rend From parent stem Irene's bough. We've granted much to clamour's yell, But still the insatiate cry, Give more. Give all ; and ring out freedom's knell. Where victory's anthem chimed before. Now and for ever I Now or never ; Now or never ! Now and for ever. They censure Truth, if erring men Should blindly turn from Virtue's ways ; They slight her cause, — should now and then Earth's nature into passion blaze. They blame us that our souls have nurst The memories of a glorious band. Who swept away a yoke accurst And won for us a Motherland. Now and for ever ! Now or never ; Now or never ! Now and for ever. That tie first knit by William's hands Has closer drawn in every age, Though foemen smote with treacherous brands It lives, to scorn their futile rage. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 239 The patriot soldier as he fell, On reddened fields his arm had gained, Low-murm'ring sighed this last farewell — While life's last ebbing drops remained : Now and for ever ! Now or never ; Now or never ! Now and for ever ! How harsh the words and fierce the blows That crashing fell like winter's hail ; Yet, ** No Retreating," upwards rose — " Advance," though myriad foes assail. The cause that teaches faith and love Shall never wear the red of shame ; Whose trust is in the Power above. Heeds not each crawling earthworm's blame. Now or never ! Now and for ever ; Now and for ever ! Now or never. WHEN MARTIN LUTHER STOOD ALONE. Air,— "The Harp that Once." Wlien Martin Luther stood alone, Unawed by Leo's frown. He shook dark superstition's throne, And dash'd its idols down ; Then Freedom like the dawning east. When break the clouds of night. In pure religion's snowy vest, Arose on wings of light. When Popery with monkish guile — That dark and gloomy gnome — Had doomed that fair Britannia's Isle Should be the slave of Rome ; Then Freedom sought the battle-field, Arrayed for faith and right, 240 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. I And armed with helmet, spear and shield, Arose on wings of light. When freemen fought by Boyne's red wave, Where William's lightnings flew, Then Freedom smiled upon the brave, And blessVl the swords they drew ; And when we fill the goblet's brim. In memory of that fight, Then Freedom sings her glorious hymn, And soars on wings of light. THE ORANGEMEN'S RESOLVE. Air,— "Lucy Neal." I won't give up the Orange cause, Let men say what they will ; I've learned to love old England's laws, And mean to love them still. I won't give up God's Holy Word, For it, I know, is true ; The bulwark of our Brotherhood — The Orange and the Blue. The Orange and the Blue, The Orange and the Blue, The brave old banner of the past, To it I'll still be true ! II Against the Altar and the Throne, The democrat may prate ; But while I am an Orangeman, I'll stand by Church and State : And I will be an Orangeman, And, Brothers, stand by you, While I've a living heart to love The Orange and the Blue. ORANGU SONGS AND POEMS. 241 The Orange and the Blue, The Orange and the Blue, The brave old banner of the past, To it I'll still be true ! With all true-hearted Protestants, I will go hand in hand, In aiding Freedom's sacred cause, And our old Fatherland ; But won't join the republicans, Or crafty Papist crew ; For they are leagued together, 'gainst The Orange and the Blue. The Orange and the Blue, The Orange and the Blue, The brave old banner of the past, To it I'll still be true. Let not the poor man hate the rich. Nor rich on poor look down ; But each join each true Protestant, For God and for the Crown ; And for old England all unite, As Orange Brethren do, Around their <' Mo Surrender" flag — The Orange and the Blue, The Orange and the Blue, The Orange and the Blue, The brave old banner of the past, To it I'll stiU be true. HAIL TO THE BRAVE AND MIGHTY DEAD. Air,—" When Vulcan forged." Hail to the brave and mighty dead — The hero and the sage — P ^Jm/tiSt 242 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Whose glorious deeds shall lustre shed To many a future age. And loud the trumpet voice of fame, The valiant actions shall proclaim, Of many a true and faithful band, Who fought and bled for Orange land. Wlien Jesuits once did lord it o'er Those rights not made for them ; When bigot James tyrannic wore Old England's diadem ; Oh, then, there beam'd across the sea A star of hope — of chivalry ; Great William came and gave command- He fought and won for Orange land. Pious and true then Walker came — And unto him was given — To fire the heart with freedom's flame. And guide the soul to heaven : And men who reverenc'd Virtue's name Follow'd in Walker's path of fame ; But, oh, at Boyne's immortal strand, He lost his life for Orange land. Schomberg the Great, in battle strife Oft won the victor crown. Now offered up his veteran life. To pull a tyrant down ; And starlike his career was cast — All light all glorious to the last ; And he who often battle planned In battle fell for Orange land. Oh ! let us hail, as leading stars, These mighty-minded men, And emulate their deeds, their scars — No matter where or when. ORANOE SONGS AND POEMS 243 In Heaven's light we'll tread the earth — Marshall'd for Altar, Throne, and hearth ; Midst cannons' roar and flashing brajid — To win or die for Orange land ! PROTESTANT HYMN We won't give up the Bible — The lamp of life and love — To guide us through the darkness To brighter worlds above. Oh may its radiance streaming, Enlighten all our way ; Brighter and brighter beaming Unto the perfect day. We won't give up the Bible, For which our fathers bled : For which their flesh was roasted — Their blood like water shed. When they, by bloody Mary, Were burned in Smithfield fires ; And we — oh ! can we — dare we So shame our noble sires ! We won't give up the Bible, We'll grasp it while we've life ;— Then let us arm for combat. And nerve us for the strife ; In God our strength depending, Though fire and faggot come ; We vow to war unending Against apostate Rome. We won't give up the Bible, The beacon of our hope, For all the powers of darkness, The Devil or the Pope ! 244 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. What though the drunken Woman Should gnash her blood-stained jaws ; Their strength is more than human, Who fight in God's own cause. We won't give up the Bible, Which set our fathers free, From Rome's polluting bondage, Of blind idolatry ; Beneath whose living power The reign of terror ceased, And men refused to cower Before a sinful priest. We won't give up the Bible, Till life's expiring breath ; And may its blessed shining Illume the vale of death. May God, the Holy Spirit, Its saving truths apply, Till we, through Jesus' merit, Gain immortality. We won't give up the Bible, We'll try to love it more, And may its glorious tidings Resound from shore to shore. Oh, let us try to send it To each poor child of Rome, And may God's grace attend it, To call the wanderers home. THE BREAKING OF THE BOOM. >„ I' There bursts a sound of gladness from the " Maiden City's walls, On hearts bowed down with sadness the joyous echo falls ; ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 245 It tells them that assistance, even now, is on the way. For "yonder, in the distance, the ships are in the bay." What shout* of exultation rise from that vast multitude ! Though dying of starvation, they long have nobly stood ; Their homes, their faith defending, the soil on which they trod, They'd save, or die contending for their altars and their God. They had heard their children crying in piteous tones for bread, They had seen those loved ones lying with the cold and silent dead ; Stones might have wept in pity at those sights and sounds of woe. Yet still the " Maiden City " flung defiance at the foe. United to defend her there were hearts that knew no fear — Hearts scorning to surrender the rights they held so dear , To heaven their cause commending, a noble stand they made. And now kind heaven is sending the long expected aid. Now to the ramparts flying the excited people throng, The feeble and the dying by friends are borne along ; With shouts of wild emotion the echoing walls resound, As o'er the swelling ocean three gallant vessels bound. But hark ! what sound is stealing that seems a knell of doom, In tones of anguished feeling are gasped the words " the boom," 'Midst the first gush of gladness, forgotten it had been, But now a veil of sadness falls o'er the joyous scene. Still on the ships are speeding, across the dashing wave. The gallant Browning leading to victory or the grave ; He cannot be a stranger to the snares the foe have laid, Oh, no ! he braves the danger and trusts in Heaven for aid. Hi 246 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Fly to the old church tower and unfurl your banner there, And in this thrilling hour pour forth your hearts in prayer ; Soon is the beacon blazing, its light spreads far and wide, And feeble hands are raising the banner of their pride. What tides of mingled feeling in every breast contend, As on the ramparts kneeling, to heaven their prayers ascend ; Yes, still on God relying, they trust to Him their fate, As when their foes defying, they closed their fortress gate. The evening light is waning, their western radiance dies, While eagerly are straining weary and tear-dimmed eyes ; Hark, to the cannon pealing from yonder, hostile shore. Each vivid Hash revealing the vessels near Culmore. Praise be to God for ever, onward unharmed they come ; But oh, or never ! they're close upon the boom ; Half-hoping, half-despairing, the watchers gasp for breath— Now for one deed of daring, for victory or death. One gaze — no word is spoken — then one heart-rending groan — The boom — the boom is broken, but helpless as a stone From that fierce shock rebounding, the Mountjoy stranded lies, While from the shores surrounding wild shouts of triumph rise. On the deck the Captain's standing — he lifts his heart in prayer, Then, in a voice commanding, he bids hip men 'pare ; Soon are the cannon pealing, tho rl g smoke mounts high, The vessels quite concealing from n ny an eager eya One moment — oh! how thrilling — then loud tremendous cheers. The wind her canvas filling, the Mountjoy reappears ; ORANGE SONOS AND POEMS. 247 ♦' That broadside," Walker shouted, " decides our fate to- day, Hurrah, our foes are routed, Deny and victory ! " Strange sounds are wildly swelling upon the evening air, Of heartfelt rapture telling, mingled with praise and prayer ; Their gates now open flinging, no more of foes afraid. While joyous peals are ringing to hail the coming aid. Vndmmted Dcrry ! nevermore shall thy rememhrance dicy Thy name shall live for ever, enshrined in memory ; Throuf/h all succeeding ages thy heroes* 7uime sJtall standy Enrolled in history* s pages, the Imiowed of our land. ULSTER'S DEFIANCE. Southrons 1 Southrons ! rank ye out ! Ring aloud your rebel shout ! Fling abroad your rebel flag ! Curse the lips of roaring Meg ! Southrons ! Southrons ! sons of slaves ! Come ! we'll dig you bloody graves ! Come ! in one last grapple join ! Come ! we'll meet you at the Boyne ! Southrons ! Southrons ! why keep back ? Ha ! your courage 'gins to slack ! Craven, slaven, alien crew ! Ulster dares you to march through ! Once ye tried — but fire and sword Swept you back a howling horde ! O'er your slain no dead-bell rang, Keener wailed, or mass-priest sang. 1^: f / I''' 1 1' J lilt [JS- mi ri'- ilil'; 248 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, Steady ! Northerns ! steady stand, Guardians of our Orange land ! Yours the watchword of the free, William's glorious memory ! ULSTER'S MATIN-SONG. Sons of the North! the dark storm-clouds, that lowering Had hung o'er your country, arc gathering in ire ; Sons of the North ! the true-hearted o'erpowering, The enemy spreads o'er the land like a fire. Orangemen, wake ! the proud summons is swelling, Soon to resound to the bounds of the world, Summons of joy to the Protestant, telling William's bright banner again is unfurled ! Sons of the North ! when the feeble forbade you, Long, all too long in endurance ye slept ; Faint hearts forsook you, and false hearts betrayed ycui. Sad, though undaunted, your silence ye kept. Rise ! with the sounds of a nation awaking, Speed the glad tidings o'er mountains and seas ; Tell the grim foe that, its slumbers forsaking. The flag of our fathers now floats on the breeze. Sons of the North ! no, you will not surrender The holy bequest of your forefathers' faith ; Pledged to your country, to love and defend her — Pledged to the truth, to the life or the death. Sons of the North ! will you see her degraded 1 Sons of the North ! will you blush for your home ? Dark with the mists of idolatry shaded. Crushed by the heel of the despot of Rome ! No ! by the gates that in timely defiance Gave to your country its warning and sign ; No ! by the tyrant's unholy alliance, Swept from the North by the waters of Boyne. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 249 Orangemen! Northmen ! ye slumber no longer, Patience is cowardice, hope lieing gone ; Wiser in council, in brotherhood stronger, Rise in defence of the altar and throne. Sons of the North ! for a faithless to-morrow Pause not deceived, for the struggle is nigh ; They who would scorn you, must learn to their sorrow, What is the strength they havo dared to defy. Rise to a man ! and the battle arraying, Form the dark phalanx and spread the long line ; P»osoms uniting, and banners displaying, Rise like a giant recruited with wine ! Trust not in man, for fair promises broken Mark the sad era of confidence past ; No ! by yourselves let the watchword be spoken, Trust not in man, we have trusted our last. Nor, though we wield them our country defending, Trust we in buckler, in helm, or in sword ; ]>ut on onr cause and its justice depending, Orangemen ! Northmen ! we trust in the Lord. THE COUNTY TYRONE. Would you wish to find friends that are faithful and true. Devoted through life to the Orange and lUue 1 Would you seek for true friends to the Altar and Throne 1 Come down to the lads of the County Tyrone ; Surrounded by Derry, by Antrim and Down, By Fermanagh, renowned for her love of the Crown, By Cavan, Armagh, and by Monaghan brave, We're here to defy both the tyrant and slave. Would you wish to find friends that are faithful and true, Devoted through life to the Orange and Blue ? Would you seek for stout friends to the Altar and Throne ? Come down to the lads of the County Tyrone. 250 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. When Philemy Roe with his rebels broke out, The lads of the Lagan soon put him to rout, Old Leslie then left his episcopal stall, And hunted the rabble from fair Donegal : Oh, loud was the shriek, and the cry, and the roar. As they ran for their lives through wild Barnesmore, And hundreds in heaps in the valley lay low. While the victors marched back to the front of Raphoc. Would you wish to find friends, &c. When James, with his minions and frogeaters vile. Would banish the Bible from Erin's green isle — When cruel Rosen, in calamitous year. With thousands around him to Derry came near, Tyrone turned out with her Walker so brave. The fair cause of truth and of freedom to save ; Knockmany sent Cairnes to Derry so true, And down went the flag of the bigoted crew. Would you wish to find friends, &c. The blood that then coursed in the Derrymen's veins, In the hearts of their sons in full vigour remains. Though Lundies we find false to country and creed, Our Walkers in worth and in number exceed. For one that in fight on the banks of the Boyne The standard of William did valiantly join. Full ten would turn out in the batth^ to stand, That soon must be fought for our lives and our laud. Would you wish to find friends, &c. In Dublin, in Carlo w, in Cork and Kildare, The Lords of the soil in our perils all share; In Wicklow and Wexford our friends are not few. And Sligo and Longford have always been true. Then why should we slumber, why close our eyes. When a treacherous foe for our downfall loud cries, And a war of one year for a Protestant crown Would set all to rights and make Croppies lie down. Would you meet with friends, &c. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 251 TO THE 'PRENTICE BOYS OF DERRY. Sons of the men who nobly stood, Strong in their great defender, And shed in freedom's cause their blood, 'Midst shouts of " No Surrender ! " Prove worthy of their deathless fame, And of the badge you carry, And be in spirit as in name True " 'Prentice Boys of Derry." Still celebrate the glorious day, When Heaven, in tender pity. Drove all your fathers' foes away. And saved the " Maiden City ; " Still hoist, as in the days of old, Your Flag in yonder tower. Nor ever let its Crimson fold Be furled by priestly power. THE GATHERING OF THE NORTH, AUGUST, 1845. Good men and true, that wear the blue, 'Tis time that ye came forth. And '* reck them rede " our homestead breed, Throughout " the canny North ; " And tell them yet who fain forget The gallant blood of yore. They yet may see it " do or dee," What hath been may be once more. When Antrim wakes its " lake of lakes," I Its giant column rears, From Bann's white tide, and Langan's side, Now rich with golden spears ili 252 !l III) lit DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. (From bigot strife, with hunted life, The Huguenot tied here), Now from their hold, come yeomen bold, And stalwart mountaineer. " The maiden town," will send us down A brave and loyal band. Though shorn be now her fearless brow. That guard our Northern strand ; Good men and true, to dare and do. From Garvagh and Coleraine ; When spurred by wrong, the heart is strong, God teach you to refrain. Where the foiled sea rocks in its glee Indented Donegal. By lough and lake her sons awake And gather to our call ; But no ! not sleep, 'twas thine to keep. We only " bide the time," 'Twill not be long till rampant wrong Has ripened to its prime. Fermanagh ! thou art gathering now — Stern spirits thou hast bred. Woe to the snake, whose shiny streak Coils through the grass they tread ; Tyrone ! thy tide, the true and tried. Is pouring down, I ween, Like the fierce blast that rushes past Old Tyrell's hills of green. And loyal Down ! from shire and town Right welcome thou shalt be ! In beauty rare, how passing fair Rostrovor crowns the lea ! And Newry " leal," come woe or weal. Will " telegraph" again ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 253 The coming brunt and noble front Of the freeborn Northern men. Armagh ! in speed send to our need Thy sinew, blood, and bone, With spirit high, in heart and eye, To hold till death her own ; And Monaghan, though last not leiist. Send forth unto their post, But one in ten of thy brave men To crown our Northern host. And now we stand on this green land, And under heaven's blue dome, God grant the prayer ! each true man here Go bloodless, scatheless home : But first we clasp in brother grasp A fearless loyal band, Our faith to plight to hold the right For God and native land. We ask no broil our foes to foil, We brook their insults base. How hard the task, they need but ask. The records of our race ; The "Diamond" light will tell them right, The banks of sullied Bann, Unless forgot, they'll tempt us not "To bob it o'er again." Each rank we sink in brother link, The true old blood is here, None base but they who would betray The righteous cause and dear ; They said 'twas cold the blood of old, The spirit of our sires. But here's to you, good men ai d true, Whose hearts retain their fires. :il I 254 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. But oh ! we boast a higher trust, Aud better weapons wear, They taunt us still, " the Bible men," Would that in truth we were ! So help us God, on this green sod We pray a faithful prayer — Thy peace bestow ou friend and foe, And teach us to forbear ! UP, ORANGEMEN ! UP ! By the blood of your fathers, the martyrs of old, By the honour and courage that never were sold. By the throne that you love, and the faith you revere. Up, Orangemen ! up ! and in phalanx appear. By the dread recollection of horrors long past, By the bigot, who still is as true to his cast ; By the Pope and his minions, who plot to betray, Up, Orangemen ! up ! and in battle array. By all that kind heaven and earth can afford, By religion and laws, and by torture abhor'd. By base superstition, and priestcraft, and crime, Up, Orangemen ! up ! 'tis the crisis of time. By wife, home, and children, by friends and by kin. By the one sacred triumph, of which Britons sing, By the laws, as they were, made to keep Papists down- Up, Orangemen ! up ! and defend faith and crown. BATTLE OF THE DIAMOND. A song to the field, the well-fought field That the battle of the Diamond won j ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 255 When the sword in its might for Protestants' right, Flash'd forth in the evening sun. And the glorious west with its red clouds blest, Shone out on the deeds then done ; And the mountain's heath was the scene of death, That the battle of the Diamond won. Then hurrah, then hurrah. 'Twas in the year of '95, September the 21st, They rush'd from the hills with shouts and with yells The Defenders to do their worst. But them to oppose stood Protestant foes, Who scattered the murderous crew ; And ere the sun set, the green grass was wet, But not with the evening dew. Then hurrah, then hurrah. From this noble fight our lodge takes its name. The Diamond Lodge our pride ; The ardent desires which glowed in our sires. In these their sons do abide. Should rebels again e'er be seen on the plain, An Orangeman's fire they would shun ; For the Diamond will cast its fires to the last, That the battle of the Diamond won. Then hurrah, then hurrah. THE BATTLE OF THE BOYNE, A.D. 1690. It was upon a Summer's morn. Unclouded rose the sun. And lightly o'er the waving corn Their way the breezes won ; Sparkling beneath that orient beam, 'Mid banks of verdure gay, Its eastward course a silver stream Held smilingly away. 256 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. A kingly host upon its side — A monarch camped around— Itr southern upland far and wide Their white pavilions crowned. Not long that sky unclouded showed, Nor long beneath the ray That gentle stream in silver flowed To meet the new-born day. Through yonder fairy-haunted glen, From out that dark ravine, Is heard the tramp of armed men — The gleam of arms are seen j And dashing forth in bright array Along yon verdant banks, All eager for the coming fray, Are ranged the martial ranks. Peals the loud gun, its thunders boom The echoing vales along, While, curtain'd in its sulph'rous gloom, Moves on the gallant throng ; And horse and foot in mingled mass, Kegardless all of life, With furious ardour onward pass To join the deadly strife. Nor strange, that with such ardent flame. Each glowing heart beats high ; Their battle word was William's name. And " Death or Liberty ! " Then, Oldbridge, then, thy peaceful bowers With sounds unwonted rang ; And Tredagh, 'mid thy distant towers, Was heard the mighty clang. The silver stream is crimson'd wide, And clogged with many a corse, SS!" ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 257 As floating down its gentle tide Commingled man and horse ; Now fiercer grows the battle's rage, The guarded stream is cross'd, And furious, hand to hand, engage Each bold contending host. He falls, the veteran hero falls, Renowned along the Rhine ; And he, whose name, while Derry's walls Endure shall brightly shine. Oh ! would to heaven that churchman bold, His arms with triumph blessed, The soldier-spirit had controlled That fired his pious breast. And he, the chief of yonder brave And persecuted band, Who foremost rush'd amid the waves And gained the hostile strand ; He bleeds, brave Caillemote, he bleeds — Closed in his bright career — Yet still that band to glorious deeds His dying accents cheer. And now that well-contested strand Successive columns gain, While backward James's yielding band Are borne across the plain ; In vain the sword green Erin draws And life away doth fling, Oh, worthy of a better cause. And of a bolder king. In vain thy bearing bold is shown Upon that blood-stained ground, Thy towering hopes are overthrown. Thy choicest fall around : 1= i i ' i ■\m W':' fit.; 258 DOMINION' ORANGE HARMONIST. 11 Nor shamed, abandon thou the fray, Nor blush, though conquered there — A Power against thee fights to-day, No mortal arm may dare. Nay, look not to that distant height, In hope of coming aid, The dastard thence has ta'en flight, And left thee all betrayed ; Hurrah ! hurrah ! the victor shout Is heard on high Donore ; Down Flatten' s vale, in hurried rout, Thy shattered masses pour. But many a gallant spirit there, Retreats across the plain, Who, change but kings, would gladly dare That battlefield again : Enough, enough, the victor cries ; Your fierce pursuit forbear. Let grateful prayer to Heaven arise, And vanquished freemen spare. Hurrah ! hurrah ! for liberty, For her the sword we drew. And dared the battle, while on high Our Orange banners flew ; Woe worth the hour, woe worth the state, When men shall cease to join With grateful hearts to celebrate The glories of the Boyne. THE GOOD OLD WAY. Air,— "Dearest Mae." Brothers, your aid is needed, to stop, ere yet too late, The progress down to ruin of Britain's Church and State- is * i Sill i "'llPli:' OR A NO E SONGS AND POEMS. 259 Ves, even of glorious Britain, fast going to dt'cay, Because she has forsaken of late the good old way. The good old way, where shines truth's sunny ray, Beaming as bright in darkest night, As in the blaze of day. Britain had been the honour'd one of nations on the earth ; Th(^ men of loftiest intellect upon her soil had birth ] But, Judas-like, she sold the truth — now is she in dismay. Because she turn'd her face from God, and from His chosen way. The good old way, &c. Oh ! let this favour'd British Realm take up the Word of Life, Act l)y its rules, obey its laws, and then nor want nor strife. Nor pestilence, nor fire, nor sword, nor famine dread shall slay ; But it will shine a beacon light, showing the good old way. The good old way, &c. THERE'S WORK ENOUGH FOR ALL. Oh, is not ours a hallow'd strife. Claiming your aid, my brother 1 The prize is liberty and life, Then help we each the other ; For, trusting in God's strength, we must, Even to the end endeavour To raise old Ireland from the dust. And all her bonds to sever. In acting so, both high and low Should answer at our call j The weak and bold, the young and old- There's work enough for all. f 260 it'll 111! M ;::^:J ,!!■■ " ill:] DOMINION ORANGE ItARMOmsT. The veteran of " three score years And ten," our ranks adorning, The liearts of youthful warriors cheers, And gives them faithful warning, To act for truth a valiant part, And to surrender never ; To wear their colours in their heart, That they might live forever. In doing this, there's heart-felt bliss Alike for great and small, Whose hearts are stirr'd by God's pure Word- There's work enough for all. The youth upon whose downy cheek Health's rosy tints are shining, Earth's transient pleasures should not seek, Its bands his soul confining ; But looking out earth's noblest cause, Its greatest and most glorious. In truth's just strife stop not, nor pause, But trust to be victorious ; And rescue thus the timorous. Whom fetters still enthral ; Till they be free, 'tis plain to sec There's work enough for all. Beauty's bright daughters, too, can give Their aid to cheer our legions ; We strive that they in peace may live. Nor flee to far-off regions ; Their gold, their prayers, their smiles will be Each in its way a blessing. And by their aid this land we'll free From giant ills oppressing. Then to our side, with honest pride, Both high and low we call, Peace must be won ere strife is done — There's work enough for all. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 2G1 OLDEN MEMORIES. Olden Memories — thrilling stories Of the past, ye're precious now, For your sheen can change and brighten Every shadow on the brow : Come ye with your many virtues, And that faith so nobly pure. Giving light to eyes that blindly Followed every gilded lure. Come ye, crowned with truth's bright halo, Lustrous as when dawning day On the morrow opes its eyelids, While night's darkness Hits away. Olden Memories ! men are shouting Ye are vain and useless things — Bid us wail sad Jeremiads Where our noblest anthem rings. Vain the clamour ! Names, that waken Patriot throbbings in the breast. May not be by scoffing shaken From their genial place of rest. While our fondest thoughts may linger Round the cairns where great ones lie. Their bold requiem, " No Surrender ! " Lives while soulless slanderers die. Olden Memories ! ye have gladdened Hearts by sorrow's cloud o'ercast, When some voice we love hath told us. To the Present speaks the Past — Points to deeds that time hath blazoned On the shining scroll of fame, Names, who, on their heavenward pathway, Heralds of the truth became ! Bear they all this solemn warning — For the midnight gloom prepare, .miJ^liyiiii ,^,..4(iii»i i^ : ■s •a i A iiii I 2G2 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Lest the foeman, ere the morning, Come and find you sleeping there. Olden Memories ! how our spirits By your mighty tones are stirred ; While we feel each pulse within us Tremble like a prisoned bird ; For there's something in such breathings, Telling us of deeds sublime — Deeds heroic, that the seedlets, Floating down the stream of time, Haply, when some tossing wavelet, Casts them on the Present's shore, In our hearts to bud and blossom — There to flower for evermore ! WAKE, SONS OF WILLIAM, WAKE. Air,— "La Belle Catherine/' Wake, sons of William, wake, For God the thrones of kings doth shake ; Truth and freedom are at stake. And dangers lurk around. Hark ! we hear Sounds of fear, That startle not the brave man's ear ; They seem to say, That Papal sway. May through this isle abound. Wake, sons of William, wake. For God the thrones of kings doth shake ; Truth and freedom are at stake, And dangers lurk around. Arise, one matchless band. And, like your fathers, bravely stand iiiij>9ii!;<. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 2G3 For God, for Home, and Fatherland, In all your proud array ! Truth doth shine With pow'r divine. On hearts that are religion's shrine : Faith and love Tow'rd God above. Take earthly cares away. Wake, &c. See how our rulers now To Papal art"=, will bow ; And oh ! stijili we not vow To shield our fathers' fame 1 They would bind Heart and mind ; Soul and body bruise and grind ! And shall we Such recreants be As bear the wrong and shame 1 Wake, &c. When Nassau to our aid High wielded Freedom's blade ; Rome's hosts were prostrate laid. By the great warrior King. And shall we, Bold and free, Fear our stricken enemy % No ; for they Who'd bear Rome's sway Shall also feel her sting ! Wake, &c. What doubter still would pause To maintain our glorious cause ? Now, rise for Church and laws, And for our gracious Qu^on ! United, then. Brave-hearted men, You'll win Truth's victory once again ; And this your isle, In Heaven's bright smile. All glorious shall be seen ! Wake, «&c. 264 I DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. TO DIE BUT NEVER YIELD. 'Tis not enough that truth is planted, Around and through our heav'n blessed isles That men of might are there undaunted, To break the force — detect the wiles Of those who would uproot the flower, And poisonous error plant instead ; Would steal the soul-refreshing shower, And render souls most fruitful, dead. All must prepare — stand firmly, Our holiest rights to shield, For God, for truth, resolved must be To die, but never yield. Shall we in front of foe lie sleeping % Foes who fear a manly fight — Who use assassin's steel, or, creeping, Come like serpents in the night. Shall we not rise ; for foes surround us, Crouching for the tiger's spring, Ere with deep treachery they've bound us — Seize the fav'ring time to sting. Let all prepare, stand firmly, Our holiest rights to shield ; For God, for truth, resolved are we To die, but never yield. Kise, sons of Orange William — waken. Unite in brotherhood's close ties j Ere liberty, e'en life be taken. Hark to the warning watchword cries. Hear " No Surrender " still resounding — Echoed afar from Derry's walls ; Each heart beneath its banner bounding Answers again to freedom's calls. Prepare, prepare, stand nobly Our hohest rights to shield ; IliWlililtllMMWIPlIlt!^**''**^ ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 205 For God, for truth, resolved are we To die, but never yield. Kest not until God's Word is strewing Light and love with bounteous hand ; Turns hearts of foes, late mischief brewing- Till none are left to curse our land. E'en then to spread through every nation. His glorious power, His wondrous love ; In this bo our high emulation, And help shall come from God above. Meantime, prepare, undaunted Our holiest rights to shield, For God, for truth, our foes shall see — We die, but never yield. WHAT ARE WEI What are we ? we're loyal all — Brothers by a common hope -, Fearing God, we dare not fall Down to idol, saint, or Pope. We are men — the Bible ours ; By the throne we take our stand Found, whenever danger lours. Ready to defend the land. What are we ? we're Irishmen ; And although our clime is fair, Pop(!ry, a stagnant foe, Poisons and pollutes the air. We would drain the turbid pool — Let the light of truth appear ; Break a foreign priestly rule — Cleanse the moral atmosphere ! ii 260 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. What are ? we're strong in faith ; And we love the men of old,) Who encountered pain and death, Ere they'd leave their Shepherd's fold. Glorious memories at our call, Come like sunbeams round our way — Freedom from a kingly thrall, Freedom from a papal sway ! O'er the world we wander far, ,'; Yet, wherever we may roam, Truth is still our guiding star, As it cheered our Irish home. Onward ! onward still we go, Loving all and hating none ; Error is our only foe ; Crush it, and our work is done ! Think of all the wrong and shame, Sorrow, treachery and guile. Error, with another name. Has accursed this holy Isle. Letting loose the Furies three — Sword, and Flame, and Murder fell, 'Till this pleasant land, ah me ! Echoed to the sounds of hell. By the memories of old ! By the truth we dearly prize ! By the cherished hopes we hold Of communion in the skies ! By our fathers' bright renown — All for which they bravely fought, We will tread the idol down — Crush the Irish Juggernaut ! ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 267 OUR COUNTRY AND OUR QUEEN. Air, — " The Hardy Norseman's House of Yore." A song for Britain and her sons, A song of harmony ; And now and ever let it breathe Of truth and loyalty. Its theme the same where'er we be, Though ocean roll between — We'll sing our laws and liberties, Our country and our Queen. Our Island hath her bold and bravo, Her regents of the sea ; Full oft her flag hath swept the wave Victorious and free ; Yet this be borne, our fondest prayer, Where'er that Hag hath been — God shield our laws and liberties, Our country and our Queen. 'Tis not her gems of victory — Her proud, unbending arm ; 'Tis not the laurels she hath won, That shine, her greatest charm ; Her proudest glories shall survive. When these no more are seen — We love her for her holy faith, Her freedom and her Queen. Pure be her faith, unshared her throne. Till time's concluding hour ; Till ocean round her palace isle. Shall roll its flood no more ! Till then, be this her children's prayer, As it hath ever been — God shield our laws and liberties, Our country and our Queen ! m If! I !i 111 2G8 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. m till THE ARKIVAL OF KING WILLIAM. Eiij^land, the martyrs' and the patriots' land, Wliere truth's triumphant battle had been fought ; Which dared for God against the world to stand, And with rich blood of saints her freedom bought — Shall England, birth-place of earth's mightiest men, Stoop low her head to Rome's base yoke again 1 Was it in vain her best and bravest bled, And left this world in chariots girt with fire 1 Was it for this by Truth's star they were led, To worship God, even at the funeral pyre i Was it that tyranny's corroding chain, Should bind the land in slavery's madd'ning pain ? The temptress of the nations, on that soil Water 'd by martyrs' gore, again would raise Her idol temple, that the nation's spoil Might cheer the sorrow of her mourning days ; But low and faint, yet sweet-toned, was her voice ; England, her guilt and plagues be not thy choice ! That voice in Britain's Senate-house was heard. Pleading the cause of Rome, in accents mild ; And some were, by its notes, to anger stirr'd. And some were by its sweetness all beguil'd. While some grey heads, who little cared for Truth, Thought Popery comely in a princely youth. "Allow me but to fill my father's throne;" Said the young Prince to England's stately peers, "My creed between myself and God alone Shall be " — and then his bright eyes filled with tears, So with mistaken kindness they replied, " Your word's own bond — your claim is not denied." Soon was that Prince a King ; a tyrant then. And then a braggart, perjurer, and knave ; ORANGE SONGS AND rOEMS. 209 And wore he teiiderest of living men, While to the Pope of Rome he was a slave, What could he be, but what ho was, the while, Steeped to the lips in fraud, deceit, and guile ? The papal nuncio was received in state ; Idol processions London's streets disgraced ; Bisliops were hunted with malignant hate ; Our temples' beauteous pillars were defac'd ; Scorn, hate, and vengeance every man pursued, Whose heart with love of truth had been imbued. The spirit of the martyrs was not dead ; True hearts then throbb'd in many an English breast ; They had not learn' d to bow the knee or head To kings, or do a tyrant's base behest ; And each man grasping musket, spear, or sword, They took the tyrant traitor at his word. And from a million voices was the shout Of bold defiance uttered far and near. A grand array of patriots stern tum'd out, And then there came a Royal heart to cheer. Encourage, guide, and lead brave warriors on ; And soon their glorious rights once more he won ! Then Ireland's heroes gave their lives and blood, And own'd the conquering king with whom they fought. Who dash'd with them into the Boyne's clear flood. And in God's strength those mighty wonders wrought, Which drove the perjur'd despot from our shore. And William's name enthron'd in glory evermore ! MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MORTIMER O'SULLIVAN, D.D., G.C., G.O.L., IRELAND. He's gone and for ever. The spirit has tied To the fountain of light that illumined it here ; II". US, ' I 270 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, Cut the halo that shone round that eminent head Has left a reflection to brighten his bier. Let stories in sternness harsh say, if they will, That grief's unavailing, no tear should be shed, We feel a keen sorrow, the bosom must thrill When the great and the good has gone down to tlie dead We cannot but mourn, and for ever enshrine In memory's casket, unfading and bright, The name of the Orator, Scholar, Divine, Our Champion, who " put on the Armour of Light >> Whose vast erudition, a gold mine of thought, In philosophy, ethics, alternately shone ; Whose eloquence, like some rich river that caught Sweet flowers from its banks, flowed brilliantly on. Oh ! eloquence matchless, heart touching and soft, AVon many a soul to its heavenly home ; Oh ! eloquence matchless ; its lightning has oft Laid prostrate and shattered the idols of Rome ! Alas ! when the chieftains of William unite In council, no more shall his presence be there, To guide with his wisdom, or hallow the rite. In silver-ton'd accents, with blessing and prayer. A spirit ethereal incarnate was here, Sent down for the Truth, and for Brotherly Love ; That spirit has flown to its Heavenly sphere, To share all the glories that wait it above. We cannot but mourn, and for ever enshrine In memory's casket, unfading and bright. The name of the Orator, Scholar, Divine, Our Champion, who "put on the Armour of Light." OHAN-QE SONGS AND POEMS. 271 THE SHUTTING OF THE GATES OF DEUKY. Ai«, — "The Standard Bearer." The army of King James had been drawn out, In fierce array before the walls of Derry ; Floated upon the breeze their laugh and shout, Which told how Derry's fall wouM make them merry. Well might they shout, and jeer, and scotF, indeed. For one who should defend is now betraying, And the besieged seem friendless in their need — Not so, for to their God for strength they're praying. But, lo ! while yet the traitor lingering waits, Some 'Prentice boys on Heav'n for help relying, Rush forth and tightly close the Maiden gates, With " No Surrender " shout their foes defying ; Then open'd " Roaring Meg " her brazen lips. And flashed destruction on the false invader. Over whose vision soon pass'd death-eclipse — The first fruits of the youthful cannonaders. Ah, me ! it was a glorious sight to see How bore th' heroic lads their parts undaunted, Look'd in the face of Death and Tyranny, And freedom's standard on their ramparts planted. The cannons rattled 'gainst the city walls ; The citizens their answers sent in thunder : Now here, now there, a noble spirit falls, While houses, homes, and friends are rent asunder. Still standing to their guns, though faint and worn, The Derry heroes fight their weary battle ; Still through their ranks are red-hot voUies borne ; Still, to and fro, the thundering cannons rattle. Hurrah ! the Derry Boys at last have won ! Each one has proved a fearless true defender ; May we, as they, fight bravely every one. And shout with voice and spirit—" No Surrender ! " 'i. V'-l 272 m : I I, DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. i-»i BABYLON AND TYRANNY. Tyranny is spent, or spending, And its hour is nearly run, Sinking, bomng, downward tending Like an occidental sun. Fiery red it drops to die — Foul and blood-stained Papacy. Never, never more arising From the waters of old time ; Some few merchants sympathising — Souls that lucre doth begrime ; But the white-robed shout on high Scorn-songs to the Papacy ! Scarlet Church of all uncleanness, Sink thou to the deep abyss, To the orgies of obsceneness Where the hell-bound furies hiss ; Where thy father's longing eye May hail thee, fallen Papacy ! Hope is nigh, and now proclaiming To the persecuted of earth, That Christ's second advent, flaming In the orient, has birth ; And a rider — Heaven's King, On a white horse, comes conquering. Wait ye yet a little longer. All ye trodden down of men ; Death to rapine, and the wronger. Soon shall give you heart again. When th' avenger from on high Comes in glorious majesty. u\ ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 273 •' HEART, POCKET, AND HAND." Who would care for the bubbles that burst on the stream, Or would chafe at the wild howling blast ; When the storm shall pass as a night's troubled dream, And the river run smoothly at last 1 Let the envious rage and be spiteful, because All their anger and hate we withstand : We are Brethren, still true to our Queen and our cause, And our watchword, " Heart, Pocket, and Hand." Our Orange tree rears up its branches on high. While its stem firmer strikes in the ground ; And, whenever a dark cloud appears in the sky, 'Neath its shade a safe refuge is found. Then be joyful and cheer, though the world's in a fume, That the grave has not covered our band ; A bright beam of sunshine peeps out from the gloom, And shines on " Heart, Pocket, and Hand." 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I fill Hi' H Mji ; I i> .jfc: fl:ia HiHi : H i^ ■ ■ ■■ Hh li i II H - ' f:^- i II 1 •' 11 1 [iB : ?!lfl III ii i 1 ,; J i hi B if ir, ii I iV. I !" ' U JV mi 27S DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. What tho' vvc art; })ut 'rRENTlcE IJoYS, Who labour hard, and a' that ; The meddling Priest and College Rad W<^ can despise for a' that ; For a' that, and a' that ; The " settlers " here and a' that ; Tru(^ Dcrry hearts will yet return, Our noble Claud for a' that. The freemen round, our merchants sound. The sons of toil, and a' that, Will all unite, and work or fight, Like boys of old, for a' that ; They're dead and gone frae a' that ; Starvation, siege and a' that ; But, oh ! their blood is in our veins. And we feel it now for a' that. Na confiscating loons were they Who fought 'gainst James and a' that — For Church and State — and plac'd the crown On Brunswick's head and a' that, And a' that, and a' that : 'Gan' robber hordes, and a' that : There's not a Lundy dare deny A single word o' a' that. Then let us pray that come it may — 'Tis coming here for a' that ; That virtue, honour, truth and worth Shall bear the gree for a' that ; For a' ohat, and a' that ; In Derky's Walls, for a' that ; Where Walker preached and Murray fought Our Claud's the man for a' that ! 'Then let us stand a plighted band, Resolv'd and firm, and a' that, To sweep the shame frae off our name, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 279 That brought disgrace, and a' that ; And a* that, and a' that, The Judases, and a' that ; Wlio leagued wi' Rome, and sold for gold, Our noble Claud, and a' that I Our Hamilton has been betrayed, J^elied, deceived and a' that ; But Claud shall be our Murray yet, To clear the town for a' that, For a' that, and a' that ; Hypocrisy and a* that ; There's " No Surrender " in the hearts Of 'Prentice Boys, for a' that. RECEIVE THE CRIMSON BANNER. Receive the Crimson Banner ! For ye have held it fast ; And guard it in remembrance Of all the glorious past ; Of times when truth was honoured, And God's great Word revered; When Freedom's name was sacred And falsehood scorned or feared. Clasp close the Crimson Banner ! And guard it — not alone — In passionate remembrance Of truth and honour flown ; But look on it — that earnest And deep may be your prayer. That Faith be nerv'd to struggle And love made strong to bear. Uprear the Crimson Banner ! And while it waves o'er you r 280 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Let heart and hand be steady, * nd step be firm and true ; Pray Him to be your Captain Who cherished earthly sway, And wh(j obey'd bad rulers. To teach us to obey. Wave high the Crimson Banner ! That 'neath its blush enroll'd. You do no deed unworthy The hallow'd lives of old ; That by the grace God giveth. Ye watch the foe within, ' And fight life's battle bravely Against each secret sin. Love Derry's Crimson Banner ! And wave it while we may ; But if no more among its folds The winds of heaven play ; Still guard it in remembrance Of all the glorious past, In hope, though evils throng us, To overcome at last. \l THE 'PRENTICE GIRLS. It cheers an honest 'Prentice Boy, Above all other joys. To act an independent part With comrade 'PrentJoe Boys ; And 0, we prize thai sister link Of lovely living pearls. Right joyously we rise and drink — To Derry's 'Prentice Girls. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 281 / Though thoughtless flirts and dainty damoe, Of Irish birth and blood, Look coldly on the hopes and aims Of our dear sisterhood ; We'Jl have their sympathy to cheer Their sweethearts through all perils, To us you're doubly near and dear — Old Derry's 'Prentice Girls. Their mothers proved long, long ago, Fit mates for gallant men, And if their daughters are but tried, They'll prove as true again ; They scorned to fear their fathers' foes, And smiled through all their perils. And such is still the faith of those — Old Derry's 'Prentice Girls. Through every struggle for our cause Since famous Eighty-eight, We've had fair women's sweet applause, Our hearts to stimulate ; And still no matter what's the odds, We fear nor foes nor perils. We'll act our part, and look for praise — From Derry's 'Prentice Girls. With hopeful hearts we pledge once more, Our gentle sisters here, We've now received their Crimson Flag, We'll guard it never fear ; Yes, comrades, it shall proudly wave, And safely through all perils, We'll die ere caitiff hand shall grasp The Flag of the 'Prentice Girls. » I If V n^i V it ! I , I: I: ■ i 282 DOMINION ORANGE IIAUMONISr. THE CKIMSON FLAG OF DEUKY. Am,—" The :V)nni(! Bliu^ Flag." A band of youthful Heroes, within our Maiden Walls, Once dar'd a Tyrant's mandates, as history recalls ; Despising threats and shackles, that would have scal'd their woes, They thundered forth defiance against insulting foes. Clwrus — Huzza then, for the Crimson Flag, that floated brisk and gay ! And wav'd defiance to the foes — Huzza ! Huzza ! Huzza ! A Monarch once, in martial mood, our walls in state ap- proach'd, Demanding entrance, but he found his presence had en- croach'd ; A burst repugnant to his ears saluted from within ; He wheel'd about, and fled through fear, in spite of " shame or sin." Choi'us — Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag, &c. Away went James with whip and spur, and foremost drove his steed. Nor look'd behind, but wistfully Mountgavelin* sought witii speed ; To Dublin next he sped his way, and sorely did he rue, To Derry e'er he set his face, its " rebels to subdue." CJiorm — Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag, &c. A ruthless foe surrounded had our City — doom'd, they thought ; But soon they found their false hopes had gained less than they sought ; *The Castle of Mountgavelin, near St. Johnston, James's Head Quarters. OllANOE SONGS AND POEMS 283 A corps of dauntless heroes — our sires in days of yore — Uush'd boldly out u^ion the foe, and scorned the cannon's roar. CluYi'us — Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag, ^c. When gallant Browning led the van each pulse beat high with praise, Rever'd the Power that rul'd their fate — their vii to battle. Botli horse and foot they marched o'er, Intending them to batter ; But brave Duke Schomberg he was shot M 5 ': il ORANGE SONGS AND POICMS. 287 Ah ho croHSod o'or tho wivtor. WluMi that King William he [)orcuivo(l The brave. Diiko Hchonibcrg falling, \W, roincd his horwo with hoavy heart, ( )n the l^iTininkillenerH calling. " What will you do for me, bravo boys 1 YoniU'r'H our men retreating ! Our en(!mi(5H encouraged arc ! Our Unglish drumH are beating. I'll go before and lead you on — IJoyH, use your hands full nimble, With the help of Ood, we'll beat tlusm yet, And make their hearts to treml>le." The Enni.skillen(;rs did not know It was their king spoke to them \ l»ut when informed of their mistake, Their swords fell low unto him. " NVe'll go before, you stay behind, And do not cross the water. Old Dritain's lamp we'll make to shine, Our enemies we'll scatter." We formed our bodies at the ford. And o'er the stream did swatter, For each man grasped his fellow fast As we did cross the water. Dut oh ! my stars ! had you been there When wo their trench came under, Sulphur and smoke did cloud the air. The elements did thunder. King William then did first advance. Where bullets sharp did rattle, Enniskillcnmen bore noble hands. And soon renewed the battle. For lion-like they made them roar, Like chaff they made them scatter ; lu. will fit It' 4 •• » ' i 1 :i I ! r I? t^! 288 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. King William pressed his way through blood, That day at Boyne water. We wheeled about our foes to flank, Intending them to batter ; But hastily they did us spy, And soon wo made them scatter. " 0-ri ! 0-ri ! " says Dermot Roe, " Oh help ! our mother Mary ! Or by my faith we're all dead men. If here we longer tarry." My Lord Gilmoy, within a crack, On our fore front advanced. Both great and gay in rich array, Like princes' sons, high pranc'd. In a full body down they came. Their captain, the contriver, With whip and spur, most Jehu-like, As devil had been driver. Within four yards of our fore front, Before a shot was fired, A sudden snuff they got that day. Which little they desired. Both horse and men fell to the ground, And some hung in the saddle, Others turned up their forked end, Which we called " coup-de-ladle." I never saw, nor ever knew, Men that for blood so gaped. And yet I'm sure that never three From ten of them escaped. For aye the faster that we shot. The faster they did scatter ; They little thought to leave their bones That day at Boyne Water. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 289 Then a French regiment, by this time, On our fore front advanced, Both great and gay in rich array, Like princes' sons they pranced. We formed, the French upon our left. And some of them did batter ; They little thought to leave their bones, That day at Boyne Water. Both horse and foot fell to the ground. And many there lay bleeding ; I saw no sickles there that day. But sure there was clean shearing. For aye the faster that we shot. The faster they did scatter, And sudden death seized man and horse, That day at Boyne Water. Prince Eugene's regiment was the next On our right hand advanced, Into a field of standing wheat Where Irish horses pranced ; But brandy ran so in their heads, Their senses all to scatter — They little thought to leave their bones That day at Boyne Water. This was the third assault they made. Thinking their foes to scatter — But here they got a dismal stroke. And their bones left at the water. The Irish they ran fast away, The French soon did them follow, And he that got the farthest off, Was aye the happiest feUow. They threw away both fife and drum, Aiid firelocks from their shoulder ; King William's men pushed very hard, s , 5 290 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. To let them smell their powder ; But aye the faster that we shot, The faster they did scatter, And now the ford is all made clear, And you may cross the water. Had th' Enniskillen men got leave. When they their foes defeated, To follow up the victory Just when they had got heated ; Ten thousand brougeineers, and more, They ne'er had bred much cumber, Nor James's men made head again. By third part of their number. Now, praise God, all true Protestants, The heavens' and earth's Creator, For the deliverance that he sent Our enemies to scatter ; The Ohurch's foes will pine away, Like churlish-hearted Nabal, For our deliverer came this day Like the great Zerubbabel. So praise God, all true Protestants ! And I need say no further, But had the Papists gained the day. There had been open murder : Although King James and many moro Were ne'er that way inclined. It was not in their power to stop The work their men designed. THE DEATH OF SCHOMBERG, A.D. 1690. 'Twas on the day when Kings did fight Beside the Boyne's dark water, !i ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 291 And thunder roared from every height, And earth was red with slaughter j Tliat morn an aged chieftain stood Apart from mustering bands. And from a height that crowned the flood, Surveyed broad Erin's land. His hand upon his sword hilt leant, His war-horse stood beside, And anxiously his eyes were bent Across the rolling tide. He thought of .what a changeful fate Had borne him from the land, Where frowned his father's castle gate, High o'er the Rhenish strand ; And placed before his opening view A realm where strangers bled. Where he, a leader, scarcely knew The tongue of those he led. He looked upon his chequered life From boyhood's earliest time, Through scenes of tumult and of strife Endured in every clime— ^, To where the snows of eighty years, Usurped the raven's stand. And still the din was in his ears, The broad-sword in his hand. He turned him to futurity. Beyond the battle-plain, But then a shadow from on high Hung o'er the heaps of slain ; And through the darkness of the cloud. The chief's prophetic glance Beheld, with winding-sheet and shroud, His fatal hour advance. He quailed not as he felt him near ' i 1 K ffi II fell 11 l^^la^^H^^^H Kl '^4'' ^ ^Wm^B H i^i ^hHm ^1 if f^ ^^^^V^flj ■■ M \h 1 ^^^K 'iff V^B ^^1 jw I i* ^^^Bt '^ 9I ^^H itt \l ■ ^■i -1 m ' ^^H n 'HH m^ ^B|^ i ^^' 1 1 ' ^1 " ^ f i \\'n I ' ^ « 1 ^H ^ H 1 1 ' ^ al in ^t 1 1 ill 1 f ^ B ^ « 1 fl 1 li^ H » 1 fi ffi^H H 1 i H UN ['' "^H 11 ■ ^ flB^ MM JMI 1 n^l^ n II i^ t 'ilH 1 II II \w ^ l^^m BMj M ' ^^^B ^H B, ''^f H Bi 1^ '' ^H 1 ^H H| ! ^ ■ H m S^^HI ^m Ih! H^^^B ■■ ^^1 bWii V vj^^^l H^B uH^i ' r f ^^B ^ ^ * l^^l ^H m| H w ^^B BB H ^B H| i* 1 j^H ^^B ^Bl (1 m 1 1 ^ ^M ■■' Bk ^^m ^■^H BHj j> I ^ «^B ^^H^^Hj BHI f 1 i. ^^1 ^^H^^H jWW lr ; ■ 1 ^H^H ^9 ;■ - n I ^H^H wHE t -11 III . r- ;'^S| 1 ^H^H H8 u. I. !' '.ffS' E ^^H^^H a^M , ■' 1 -A^ m ^^H^^^H bhH '' jH 1 ^H^B hh 1 HI HI lli in i pfW '^ l|i n i 1 ',. :l &^ ■i J 292 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. The inevitable stroke, But dashing off one rising tear, 'Twas thus the old man spoke : " God of my fathers ! death is nigh, My soul is not deceived. My hour is come, and I would die The conqueror I have lived ! For Thee, for freedom, have I stood — For both I fall to-day : Give me but victory for my blood, The price I gladly pay ! " Forbid the future to restore A Stewart's despot gloom. Or that, by freemen dreaded more. The tyranny of Rome ! From either curse, let Erin, freed. As prosperous ages run. Acknowledge what a glorious deed Upon that day was done ! " He said — fate granted half his prayer, His steed he straight bestrode, And fell, as on the routed rear Of James's host he rode. He sleeps in a cathedral's gloom. Among the mighty dead ; And frequent o'er his hallowed tomb. Revering pilgrims tread. The other half, though fate deny, We'll strive for, one and all. And William's Schomberg's spirits nigh, We'll gain, or fighting fall ! HWH ORANGE SONOS AND POEMS. 293 THE MAETYRDOM OF RIDLEY AND LATIMER. They stood beside a stake ; Their look was calm and high, And no sign of fear from either brake, Though there they stood to die. Dark faces scowled around, Loud curses rent the air. But little they reeked of sight or sound. While moved their lips in prayer. Within their bosoms glowed A pure and living flame ; And all erect and firm they stood, To die for their Master's name. My friend be of good cheer, And seek the man to play, For never, I trust, will the fire be quenched. That we'll kindle here to-day ! Three hundred years have passed, That flame still blazes bright ; Nor hand of power, nor stormy blast. Hath quenched that beacon light. And let it still burn on ; Let it blaze more bright, more high ; For England's glory would be gone If e'er that time should die. Ay, mark with a cross the spot Where those mitred men were led, And let not their names be e'er forgot Amid England's honoured dead. I 294 "~i- 1!. DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Ye may rear the pile, if ye will, To the holy martyrs* fame, But the Church for which they died is still A witness to their name. And more high the record yet — They laboured in God's word ; Their hands unto His truth were set, And their work is with the Lord. ULSTER, TO THE RESCUE ! The doubling drum is sounding All o'er the loyal North, And faithful hearts are bounding. As its summons bid them forth ; And our fathers' flag is flying Aloft in blazoned pride, And fearless men are hieing, To rank them by its side. And Down's green vales are ringing With loyal sounds once more. To Antrim echo flinging From cliff" and rocky shore ; For Derry's ancient slogan Is pealing to the sky, And Bann gives back the token — " We conquer or we die," And stern Lough Erne is bounding In answer to the call, And stout Tyrone, resounding, Wakes rocky Donegal ; And all along the border Of Cavan's fire-tried land, Banks in unbroken order A firm devoted band. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 295 And the " diamond " bright is blazing, 'Mid champions of the truth, And the gathering cry is raising The scatterers of Truagh ; And loud — hurrah ! and louder ! O'er plain and inland wave, Rings forth a summons prouder Than ever monarch gave. The motto of our glory ! The battle-word of old ! The boast of Orange story ! The 'prentice answer bold, Rings louder — hurrah ! rings louder ! O'er plain and inland wave, A mustering summons prouder Than ever monarch gave. And now, God bless the yeomen In Ulster's happy homes, God shield them from their foemen, Uphold when danger comes. May the Orange still united With their fathers' sturdy blue, By faction's breath unblighted. Wave o'er their legions true. From statesmen, treason veiling, 'Neath false and hollow smiles ; From hearts in honour failing, Or won by Jesuit wiles ; From fear when danger gathers, Or rebels venture forth ; Oh ! Helper of our fathers ! Guard Thou the loyal North, ■M li «i: li 296 'j ! M '■■-J i''iri f « ■• i r : ■ Ml PI P?i; f^ I is i- I DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. THE ORANGE GATHERING SNOG. From every hill and valley, From every strath and glen, Ho ! rally, Northmen ! rally, Display your strength again : Come, all ye that are true yet ; Come, gather quick and fast, Hurrah ! ye can renew yet The glories of the past. Rear ! rear the flag 1 strike, strike the drum ! In proud procession join ; Let cowards quail, while freemen hail The Battle of the Boyne. 'Tis now no time for dreaming. No time to take repose. When traitor men are scheming To sell you to your foes : Aye, truth and honour scorning, Your freedom they would blast, But read to them this warning, The memory of the past. And rear the flag, and strike the drum ! In proud procession join ; Let traitors quail, while true men hail The Battle of the Boyne. Fermanagh ! ever ready. The warder of our land : And Cavan, tried and steady, Send forth your loyal band ; And Monaghan, stout-hearted, In danger never last, Up I show 'tis not departed, The spirit of the past. And rear the flag, and strike the drum I In proud procession join ; ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 297 Foemen ! give place, ye know our race — The victors of the Boyne. From fair Tirowen's border, All round to Donegal, Come, ranking out in order — Come, gather, one and all ; Ho ! Derrymen I awaking, Abroad your banner cast, E'en now the day is breaking, The weary night is past. Ho ! rear the flag ! ho ! strike the drum ! In proud procession join ; So freemen ought, whose fathers fought And conquered at the Boyne. Armagh, the call is sounding. Send out thy every man ; Thy true hearts, Down, are bounding, From Strangford to the Bann ; Antrim ! aye thou'rt true yet, Kank out thy legion vast ; Alone thou couldst renew yet. The glories of the past. With flaunting flag and rolling drum, In proud procession join ; No rabble ye, but foemen free, Like those who cross'd the Boyne. Fling out our glorious banner, 'Mid music's merry chime ; Let Northern breezes fan her. As in the olden time ; And trust in God on high, boys. Be faithful to the last ; The future will outvie, boys, The glories of the past. Rear, rear the flag ! strike, strike the drum ! In proud procession join ; Hurrah I hurrah ! we hail this day, The Battle of the Bo^ne. ■1 I 298 DOMINION ORANGE HARMON 'ST. THE ORANGEMEN. Air,—" British Grenadiers." Upon the walls of Derry Our fathers, long ago, Fought freedom's glorious battle Against their country's foe ; Their war-cry, " No Surrender ! " Is echoed now again, By bands of their descendants — Undaunted Orangemen. And when the Boyne's clear river, Ran red with human blood. And the immortal William Dash'd foremost thro* the flood; When fell the noble Schomberg The Prince of Orange, then, Those rights won, which are cherish'd By all true Orangemen. And at the fam'd Enniskillen, And Aughrim, side by side, Standing so true together, Our valiant fathers died ; And when the voice of duty Call'd heroes out again, In Ninety-eight, lov'd Ireland Was saved by Orangemen. Since then, o'er hill and valley. The Orange flag has waved. And tempest, whirlwind, battle, The sword and fire has braved ; And when rebellion threaten'd. What did the warriors then ? They stood for home and altars Like faithful Orangemen I OBANOE SONGS AND POEMS. 299 And what would Lord John RussoU, And Viceroy Clarendon, Have been without the Orange hosts, If fighting had begun % Then while alive for truth we'll strive, And one man shall chase ten, For God shall shield, in camp and field, Truth-loving Orangemen ! THE TRUE ORANGE FLAG. There's a flag that bears a well-known name, r.i this small but blood-bought spot ; ' Tis the first on the blazing scroll of fame. What Papist dare say it is not ? Where Orange lodges shine and live. In arms, in heart, in song ; They're the brightest this world can give, To the Orange flag belong — 'Tis a star of the earth, deny it who can, The brilliant flag of an Orangeman. This flag it waves o'er every sea, No matter when or where ; And to treat this flag as aught but free, 'Tis more than a Papist dare ; For its Orange colour this land bedecks, And carries it bold and brave ; The colour doth these slaves perplex, Yet still it would them save. Its honour is stainless, deny it who can, The flag of a true born Orangeman. Orange hearts leap with burning glow. Papist bigotry to bend ; Yet would strike as soon for this misled foe, As it would for an Orange friend ; gw'""'" ;;•«« I m h?/ I« *' '^1 i i I. 300 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. It nurtures a deep and an honest love, The passions of hope and pride, And yearns with the fondness of a dove, For the light of its own fireside. 'Tis a rich loved gem, deny it who can, And this is the heart of an Orangeman. Together stand — together fall — Together bend the knee in prayer, That He who guides aud governs all. Your country may from ruin spare ; But if she call on us to die. We'll die for Truth and Liberty. Eventful times are stealing on, And cast their threatening shadows round ; Arouse true hearts — your armour don — Be ready for the conflict found — While o'er the tumult swells the cry, — Our dwellings. Truth, and Liberty. I LOVE THE CHURCH. I love the church where my father knelt — Where my mother trembling breath'd the prayer ; Where the white stol'd priest with holy rites The bridal blest of the youthful pair. I love the church at whose antique font My sponsors pledged their vows for me, That I her faithful son should prove. And ever love her ministry. I see its graceful spire ascend Heavenward above the trees ; And hear the sweet-toned village bells Ring merrily on the breeze. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 301 I love the church, where, for ages past, My sires have laiu in its sacred ground ; 'Neath sculptur'd tomb and verdant sod, Where they rest in holy peace profound. I love the church and her ancient faith, And this shall ever be my prayer, When summon'd from this mortal scene, Oh, may my ashes mingle there. The graceful spire will still ascend, Heavenward above the trees ; And o'er my grave the village bells Sound sweetly on the breeze. Pf THE ORANGE BANNER. Now, Protestants combine, and in glory let us shine. And the sacred name of William let us praise ; In harmony now sing to the memory of that king, Who first did the Orange Banner raise. For we did suffer sore by that great and mighty Whore, And Protestants were caused grievous troubles ; For they wouldn't own the Pope to be their lord below. Nor bow their knee« to their infernal idols. Seventeen hundred fon'y-one will remember'd be by man, While the world on its axis still shall turn ; Likewise, too, at the Bann, of base murders they made fun. And at Skillybog ten hundred they d'd burn. But the day at length arrived, when this great Whore was deprived. Amid blood of innocence in sport to ramble j For the Orange Cock did cr-jw, and each man his sword did draw, Which made the Pope and all his legions for to tremble. 302 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. A bird once dropped a seed of an Orange lily bright, In the garden of the Pope, near his palace, Where it grew in beauty great ; when the Pope that sight did see. In a rage he tore his hair and broke his chalice. That's an Orange rose, he cried, the sight will drive me mad, Those that rear them made my holy church to totter ; That's the emblem they did wear when stopped was my career, That morning at a place they call Boyne Water. THE ORANGE YEOMANRY OF '98. Air, — " Partant pour la Syrie." I am a humble Orangeman — My father he was one ; The mantle that the sire once wore, Has fallen to the son ; He rank'd with those who quelled their foes- The foes of church and state ; The gallant Orange Yeomanry Who fought in Ninety-eight. The light which led their spirits on, O'er battle-field did shine, Each breast was freedom's temple pure, Each heart was freedom's shrine ; As sinks the day in glorious ray. Some sunk — and bright their fate — The gallant Orange Yeomanry Who fought in Ninety-eight. Behold the Orange peasant, or The Orange artizan ; Go view his home, observe his ways, You'll find it is his plan. Through woe and weal, with godly zeal, ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 303 True men to imitate — The gallant Orange Yeomanry Who fought in Ninety-eight. To guard the faith which Luther preached - The rights which William won The Orangeman relies upon His Bible and his gun ; He prays for peace, yet war will face, Should rebels congregate. Like the brave Orange Yeomanry Who fought in Ninety-eight. THE GATES OF LONDONDERRY. Air,— "The death of Nelson." On Derry's walls once stood a gallant few, Whom famine, war, or death could not subdue ; Long raged the siege, yet still each bold defender Gave up the ghost, and sighed out — " No Surrender ! " 'Twas when the wint'ry blast. Its chilly horrors cast. In gloomy dark December ; There came with vaunting boast. King James and all his host. Crying — " Derry, now Surrender ! " But vain were all their popish arts. The gates were shut by gallant hearts, Who shouted — " We don't fear ye ! " Then hail to them who linked their fates. The 'Prentice boys who shut the gates, The gates of Londonderry. Now lightnings flashed around, And quick the balls did bound f(^ 304 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Above the embattled wall ; Eed war, with fiery breath, Cast pestilence and death. Whilst gallant men did fall ; But vain was all their cannon's clash, Poor Popish James he could not dash Those hearts with high hopes cheery , Then hail to them who linked their fates The 'Prentice boys who shut the gates, The gates ^^i Londonderry. Though famine's wolfish tooth, Prayed on both age and youth. Though spectre-like they walked ; Serene they looked the while. Though ghastly was that smile, Which James's fury baulked ; Though war and hunger filled the grave, Their hopes were still that God would save Those hearts now sad and dreary. Then hail to them that linked their fates. The 'Prentice boys who shut the gates, The gates of Londonderry. At length when death had spread Its black wings o'er each head, With war, and want and toil ; Now hope their minds employ, The gallant ship Mountjoy^ Comes bounding o'er Lough Foyle, With swelUng sail and towering mast, The boom is broke — the danger past — And now brave hearts are merry. Then hail to them that linked their fates. The 'Prentice boys who shut the gates — The gates of Londonderry. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 305 THERE'S FORTUNE ON BEFORE US, BOYS ! There's fortune on before us, boys ! We'll seek it day by day. And if we strive and persevere, 'Twill meet us half the way. With toilworn brow and stalwart arm, We've sought it far and near, Oh ! never let your courage fail, But strive and persevere. There's fortune on, &c. With honest truth and good stout hearts Wherever we may roam No thorny path nor rugged road ' But leads us safely home ; So join with head, with heart and hand, And drive despair away ; Better times are coming, friends. We'll work and win the day. There's fortune on, &c. Then courage, boys I the day will come. To soothe our toil and pain, When happiness shall smile on us. And in our dwellings reign ; , And we shall live to bless the hour. Who strove to win the day, So fortune will our efforts crown, And meet us on the way. There's fortune on, &c. '■: ■ ■I ii '■][■ SONG. Air, — " Will ye no como back again ! " The war o' Ireland's lang awa. And Derry * scap'd without a stain ; T Vr Ui: r] S i 306 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. it Mony a heart wad break in twa," Should e'er the like come ba-k again. Chorus. May re'er the war come back again, Since Derry's aye without a stain ; The Maiden Toun wad freely fecht, If fore' d to fecht it ower again. We're a' o' ancestors wha bled In saxteen hundred eichty-nine ; For faith and kin their bluid they shed ; For freedom's sake, their richt divine. May ne'er the war, «fec. They " plac'd nae trust in Jeswit knaves," Whas "trade it is still to deceive ;" As freemen, scorn'd the life o' slaves, And monkish voios didna believe. May ne'er the war, &c. The Ulster bluid is aye the same — What carlin monks may think or say — And Derry wad e'en noo disdain To crouch, if Lundies bore the sway. May ne'er the war, &c. Then, fear nae scaith, ye callants brave. Ye, Prentice lads, whas sires of old Disdain'd to yield, or quarter crave ; Whas waefu' tales are often told. May ne'er the war, &c. THE VICTORY OF THE BOYNE. Air,—" The Standard bearer." High hearts were gather' d to mortal fight. Upon the banks of Erin's famous river ; mSBORf. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 307 One army battling only for the right, The other to bind chains on us for ever — Chains, that our fathers nobly scorned to wear, And so they cross'd the Boyne, Great William leading ; Soon was King James o'erwhelmed with despair, And William on to victory proceeding. Then flowed the river calmly as before, Tho' deeply crimsoned with the recent slaughter ; And none but slaves or tyrants could deplore, That glorious William crossed the Boyne Water ; For there the kingly chief and warrior strove, To shield our fathers from a yoke oppressing, And save for them all that their hearts could love, The rights and liberties we're now possessing. It was a victory which placed the throne, Beyond the reach of tyrants or pretenders ; Bright were the laurels on their brows which shone, Who were in this great strife the faith's defenders, Who, wishing to their fellow-men no ill, Still freedom lov'd, and earnestly they sought her : Duty's high task they all dar'd to fulfil. And won, like heroes, at the Boyne Water. And since that battle crush'd the Popish sway. Brought glory, peace and freedom to the nation, We will, no matter what pale bigots say. Still hold the day in glad commemoration. Here's to the memory of the Orange Prince ! The 'Prentice Boys who Derry's Walls defended ; And all the good, and brave men since. Who for the faith and freedom have contended ! BIDE YOUR TIME. Tune,— " Voixlez Vous Danger." Bide your time ! for " we are ready," Treason shall no longer thrive, 308 l||l^. I •1 J DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Ye are hot, we are cool and steady ; Mad ye are with us to strive. Mock philanthropists now hear us, Rotten patriots attend ; If you don't, we'll make you fear us, We are not the men to bend. Bide your time ! we see around us. Hearts that know not how to fear - When the foes of truth surround u;j, And their demon shouts we hear. Think you that the sons undaunted, Of the valiant men of old, Would endure thus to be taunted, While their hearts throb high and bold '\ Bide your time ! That time comes never, Us to strike with bloody hands. If it did, 'twould only sever Traitors' heads from treason's bands ; You may know,, too late, your dangers. Struggling in a fiendish cause, But to peril we are strangers, Battling for our faith and laws. PROTESTANTS ARM! Tune— ''Blaris Moor." Arm ! arm ! ye goc^ and true men ! When war's fierce tempest blew, men, The wide world never knew, men. Such heroes as your sires ! The flag - now prized by few men — Of Orange and of Blue, men, That o'er these patriots flew, men, Still, still our hearts inspires ! ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 309 Oh ! THEY were tried and true, men. You mostly young and new men ; All, all depends on you, men, And on the Lord above ! The foe you must subdue, men, And to your friends be true, men, And your brave hearts imbue, men, With firmness, faith, and lovt;. Oh ! when you only view, men, The homes, so dear to you, men, Say, will you not renew, men. Your vow for truth to stand ; With all the good and true men. The old, as well as new men. Against the rebel crew, men, And save your native land ! Then arm ! ye good and true men ! What matter if you're few, men ! No cut-throats vile shall strew, men, Your land again with slain ; While there remains to you, men, The Orange and the Blue, men, And SWORDS your fathers drew, men, And never drew in vain ! UNFURL THE ORANGE STANDARD. Tune,— " Childhood's Happy Home." Unfurl the Orange standard, men, The foe are in the field : To arms, ye warriors ! once again. Make heartless rebels yield : Answer their boasts with musket-balls, Their threats with flashing blades ; 310 » !,S DOMINION ORANGE HAHMONIST. Arm ! arm ! your country loudly calls, For Protestant brigades ! Unfurl the standard of the Blue ; The Green is waving now ! Flock to our ranks, ye brave and true, And breathe your battle vow ; For altars, homes, and truth to fight, And, if needs be, to die. And ne'er to sheathe your falchions bright. Till after victory. Yes, let the Orange and the Blue Stream proudly out again, Before the anxious, longing view, Of all true-hearted men ! Let it wave thro' the azure sky. And kiss the hreeze of heaven. Till victory by the Lord Most High, To our grand cause is given. PROTESTANT BATTLE HYMN. Tune, — "Down Beside Me." God of our fathers, hear us, And to our prayers attend ; The earthly foe draw near us. Be Thou our heavenly friend. Be Thou our rock and tower, Our buckler and our shield, And we may scorn the power, Of millions in the field. God of our fathers, hear us : If at Thy side we stand, The foe shall surely fear us. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS 311 Tho' countless as the sand. They only on their numbers, We on our God rely, Whose eyelid never slumbers. Whose throne is in the sky ! God of our fathers, hear us, When darkest seems our doom, We have high hope to cheer us. Thou canst our path illume. Pour on us, Lord, Thy radiance. From Thy celestial throne, Accept our weak obedience. And take us for Thine own. God of our fathers, hear us ! God of earth's mighty brave ! The foe are drawing near us. But Thou hast power to save. Be Thou our rock and tower, Our buckler and our shield. And we may scorn the power, Of millions in the field ! A MAIDEN PINED BY DERRY'S WALLS. Air,— The Slave, " I had a dream, a happy dream." A Maiden pined by Derry's Walls, Where want did life destroy , Her lover rush'd to shut the Gates, A gallant 'Prentice Boy. Her last death-sigh was breath'd to him, — " Weep not my early grave. Live free, or like a freeman die, Not like a Popish slave ! " r\ 3l2 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, A Young Wife wept by Derry's Walls, Her babe was dead and gone ; His father now was all she loved, Beneath the blessed sun. He stood upon the rampart high. She cried to him, " Oh ! brave, Stand to your gun, or nobly fall. Not like a Popish slave ! " A Widow droop'd by Derry's Walls, Her hair was grey with grief, Her only boy had left her side, To aid the Town's relief. She prayed his sword, like Gideon's, In victory might wave, Or like a freeman fight and fall, Not live a Popish slave ! Bright is the Hero's path to Fame, With Victory smiling down. When beauty points the glorious path. And wreathes the laurel crown ; Oh ! her fair bosom, shrine of love. Where soft emotion heaves. Shall nurture Freedom's rosy boys. Not suckle Popish slaves ? WHO FEARS TO SPEA?v OF EIGHTY-EIGHT ? Who fears to spealc of Eighty- Eight, And brim the cup to those Who nobly closed old Derry's gate Against her coming foes ? Her banner, brave, was seen to wave Above her leagur'd wall, And you boys, like true boys, Her glories will recall. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 313 'Tis true, we live i?i altered days, When traitors vile to please, Fell tyranny its power displays In crushing thouglits like these. 'Tis treason now to whisper how Our fathers nobly fought. But you, boys, like true boys, Will set that power at nought. Wc will not cease the strains to raise That still their deeds proclaim, Nor quench " the light of other days" That gilds their honour'd name. We will not fear to raise the cheer Tliat hails each victor sire. And you, boys, like true boys. Will catch the generous fire. And as oppression's demon threat A darker frown assumes. In freedom's name we'll haste to whet Our swords upon their tombs. Our 'Prentice cry shall rend the sky, Our Crimson Banner wave. And you, boys, like true boys, Will cheer the free and brave. THE MEMORY OF THE DAYS OF YORE. Air — " Gra Machree." Such hearts as once on Derry's Walls For glorious freedom bled. Still cling to duty's sacred calls. As if by instinct led. Though chilling years do now roll on. As in the days of yore ; v^ |r* miM 3U DOMINION ORANGE IMRMONIST. Yet mem'ry clings to triumphs won, Though war should be no more. No more may hostile clans unite To prop a bigot's throne ; Nor Ulster men, in deadly fight, Be on our ramparts shown. Still, mem'ry prompts us to revere, Now, as in days of yore. The triumphs that our sires bought dear, Though war should be no more. In vain does vaunting faction strive To rifle Derry's fame ; Or grov'ling bigotry deprive Us of our loyal name. Time, pointing to our gore-stained walls As has been heretofore — The deeds of ancestors recall Though war should be no more. SONG. If! w?' ELEGIAC STANZAS TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE COL. BLACKER. Am — " Savourneen Deelish." Children of sires that are famous in story. Who fought the good fight of our faith, and who won ; Who cried *' No Surrender," and died full of glory. Now pledge me the memory of those that are gone. Green be the graves as our true love can make them ; Peaceful their slumbers — no strife now can break them — Holy their rest, till the last trump shall wake them ; Pledge me the memory of those that are gone. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 31 f) L\TE COL. Pauso on his name with a fond recoHoction, Wliose scat at onr meeting is vacant to-night, The brother we loved with a brother's affection, Whose song was so festive — whose wit was so bright, And when we gather the wreaths that he strung us, When others sing the sweet songs that he sung us ! Oh ! may his spirit be present among us, Waking the memory of him that is gone. Brothers, in hope, not in sadness we name him, The " Bard of the 'Prentice Boys," loyal and brave, In the hope that once more as a brother we'll claim him, When life shall have passed and we rise from the grave. Solemn as bells on the eventide pealing — Soft as the dews on the summer night stealing Holy and sweet in our hearts be the feeling That hallows the memory of him that is gone. Yet hallow'd in the golden pledge with which we'll never part, As thousands press its crumpled folds still closer to the heart ; And blessed be the fingers which its Orange threads have spun; And guarded is the shrine that holds the Banner of the Sun ! Though quench'd its hues in night should be, with morning 'twill arise, Eternal as the sunshine is, and lofty as the skies ; And should another James again our liberties oppose A secret worth the knowing will that cherished thinf; disclose! Again above the free and brave the signs will be unfurl'd, And with a morning's brilliancy 'twill burst upon the world ; Again beneath its iroiden wings shall liberty be won — Or its bearers' windiag sheet shall be the Banner of the Sun ! Immortal as Boyne's running stream, and as its waters pure, Its hero's pious memory through ages shall endure ; " The Band," the " Banner " and the " Boyne," the " Battle " and the " Day," In freedom's holy calendar shall con'=?or%"tcd be : TTTi rm^ 31G DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. K, 1 ill I r > i'h A paradise of fame shall throw around its floral bloom, And roses shall their fragrance cast upon the victor's tomb ; And glory's far reflected ray down distant time shall run, To guild their names who fought around the Banner of the •Sun ! FOR GOD AND VICTORIA. Air.— "Bonnie Dundee." In cottage and castle, in hamlet and hall, Stand true to your colours, brave Orangemen all ; For there's work for the peer and the peasant to do, Beneath our loved banner of Orane;e and Blue. Dark deeds of deviltry trouble our land ; Satan and Popery walk hand in hand ; Abroad through our country the enemy roams, And the serpent, unheeded, glides into our homes. Why rest ye ! Why sleep ye ! The wolfs in the fold ! He conquers by cunning, like Satan of old ; He sneers at the Bible, despises the law, But dreads the bright banner of gallant Nassau ! It is noble to band with the true and the free, While cowards are crouching at Popery's knee. Like strong men we labour, like heroes we fight, For God and our country, for truth and our right. Joys for the idler, and dreams for the vain ; Wealth for the worldling who lives but for gain ; Smiles for the coward who dreads the world's ban ; But God's work, till death, for the Protestant man ! Awake, banded Brothers ! The wolfs in the fold ! He conquers by cunning like Satan of old : He sneers at the Bible, despises the law, But dreads the bright banner of gallant Nassau ! There's an army of true men, from peasant to lord : Some toil in the cities, some plough the rough sward. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 317 God help them from falling ! God shield them from harm ! For they are our strength in the time of alarm. Known among men their love for the Truth ; Known by stern valour in old man and youth ; Oh trust them, Victoria ! When dangers appal, The true sons of William will come at thy call. Be watchful, be wakeful ! The wolf's in the fold ! He conquers by cunning, like Satan of old : He sneers at the Bible, despises the law, But dreads the bright banner of Gallant Nassau ! Great army of Brothers ! be brothers in love ; True sons of a loving Grand Master above ! Great army of Brothers ! unite and be strong ; The end is approaching ; Rome triumphs Be as one man for our time-honoured cause Be as one man for the Queen and her laws : Bear with each other through weal or through woe, And shame not the truth in the eyes of our foe. Be true, be united ! The wolf's in the fold ! He conquers by cunning, like Satan of old : He sneers at the Bible, despises the law, But dreads the bright banner of gallant Nassau ! how long ? THE OLD PEAR TREE. " The 'Venerable Old Pear Tree,' so often apostrophised by tho poets Ij^iwate of the ' Maiden City,' and said to he of no mean age at tho Siege of !(.■%, was blown down on Thursday night." — Londonderry Standard, Wednesday, November Qth, 1844. Had I been near thee when thou didst fall, Old Tree, I would have mourned, and thought of bygone days, When, in my boyhood, thou wert dear to me. As from the rampart wall I oft did gaze, With longing eye, upon thy fruit that hung In clusters ripe and tempting to the young ! '1 1- #i:ti'^ f: 1 ?: ■■ ■' i i" ■ I ?' i •' V ff! ! ■ 1 t :i iv' ! ■ ^1 h i Ki !/;i I .' 318 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. I well remeirber when the blood ran high Within ray youthful veins, and all was gay, When school companions, well-beloved, were nigh. Full of the young heart's playful rivalry, Thou wert to us, Old Tree, the starting place Of many a warm and well-contested race. Friends of my youth, who oft with me have gazed Upon the blossoms of the Old Pear Tree, Where are ye gone 1 Alas ! the light that blazed Shines only now in saddened memory. Thoughts of t' t heart, how pensively ye trace The smile thai oa one familiiir face ! There is a time that sorrow cannot weep, When the deep fountain of the heart is dry ; A time of restless and of broken sleep, When memory visions forth unto the eye A dear departed friend, who could impart Throb, tone, and feeling, to a kindred heart. He's gone, and thou art gone, Old Fav'rite Tree ; And well he loved to talk of Eighty-Eight — The time when Derry's sons the bold and free, Repelled the tyranny of James' hate. Nor foe nor famine could their hearts subdue, To freedom and their country ever true. Great deeds and glorious memories of the past, Hang round thy name. Old Venerated Tree ! It tells of " Prentice Boys," whose fame surpassed The boasted deeds of ancient chivalry. When patriot Walker raised the shout on high Of " No Surrender" — " Death or Liberty ! " Alas 1 we live in days of tarnished fame, When good is evil called, and evil good, When " Prentice Boys," or Protestant's a name Too oft reviled, too little understood. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 319 Not so the times, when Eeformation-men Drove the fell foe of freedom, to his den ! Belfast, 22nd November, 1844. — Willlvjni McComb. THE SECRET OF ENGLAND'S GREATNESS AND GLORY. At England's Court where princes grand and ladies fair are seen, A dark-skinned chief from heathen land sought audience of the Queen. A costly present from his King he spread upon the ground. Then rose with happy, wondering smile, to gaze on all around. There everything that met the eye bespoke the cultured mind. The Ministers that waited nigh were tutored and refined. How civilization's favoured ones contrast with Nature's child I— The gaudy dress the chieftain wore was picturesque and wild. His dusky form was rendered gay with paint and feathers bright ; His warlike weapons touched with gold, shone glarish in the light ; His showy robe, a leopard's skin, was bead-bedizened o'er, And heavy were the rings of gold that arm and ankle wore. In all his native grandeur bright, with bearing far from rude, A noble he in Nature's right 'mong England's nobles stood, He nears the throne, his head bowed low, his hand upon his breast, And thus, in short, emphatic speech, the Island Queen ad- dressed : — .1 i: ^ ,^l 320 DOMINION' ORANGE HARMONIST. " My King has heard, in our far land, of England many a story ; He bade me learn the secret of her greatness and her glory.'* With swelling heart Victoria hears, then sweetly bent 1. r eyes Where, on a stand beside her hand, the Holy Bible lies. Her inly eye one moment roams o'er many a landscape fair — The blessings of an open Bible meet her everywhere. The vision swells, like wave on wave that laves her native shore ; " Ah ! would," she said, with a wishful sigh, " my people read it more." •* Oh ! blessed, blessed Book of books, ray grandsire's wish is mine. That every ono Tiay read and prize " Thy precepts all di- vine, » Not one of all her palace doors she bi«ls them go unfold ; She dazzles not the simple eye with wealth of gems or gold. Unheeded all her treasures lie, in many a glittering heap ; The long-stored gifts of England's kings remain in castle keep; She speaks not of her army's might in many a bloody field, Or how her sons victorious fight, who sword and bayonet wield. She points not to the ocean, where her navies sweep the main, Nor boasts what British prowess wins, her valour can main- tain. She raised the Bible, bade him look on England's charter free — With awe-filled soul and wistful eye, the savage bent the knee. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 321 With yearning glance Victoria scanned the earnest speaking face, Then placed the Bible in his hand with reverential grace. " His Book," she said, " whose throne is fixed eternal in the skies ; Yonr Monarch tell to read it well — 'tis there the secret lies.' THE WELCOME OF THE CITIZENS OF DERRY TO THE CHANNEL FLEET, LYING AT PRESENT OFF MOVILLE. Am,-"Hoart.R()f Oak." To the shores of Lough Foyle now with gladness we hail Our strong Channel Fleet which no foe dare assail ; Triumphant in action it ever has been — Defence of our country — the pride of our Queen. Throughout all the world for ages renown'd. Our Fleet fam*d in story. Of Britain the glory, Has been when in battle with victory crown'd ♦ St. Vincent, the Nile, Copenhagen can tell, Trafalgar, likewise, where the great Nelson fell, How bold British seamen can conquer their foes. Who with them presume in fierce conflict to close. On every ocean, East, West, South and North, Fair Freedom defending. And tyranny rending, The old British banner floats gloriously forth. To Derry — the cradle of liberty true. We welcome the fleet which the Channel sails through ; It keeps all our sea-ports from danger secure, And as a defence is still ready and sure. V 322 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. ■ Our commerce it guards and from pirates keeps free, Great Britain and Erin Each equally share in The safety enjoyed in these sister isles three. To Admiral Smart, with a hearty good- will, And also to Erskine, your glasses high fill ; These gallant commanders — long may they be spared, The peace of our country to valiantly guard. Oh, still may our navy as heretofore be, 'Midst war's wild commotion. Supreme on the ocean. And keep from invasion the British isles free. Londonderry, Sept. 16th, 1861. — Robert Young FOR THE RELIEF OF LONDONDERRY. To celebrate Thy praise, Lord, I will my heart prepare ; To all the list'ning worlds Thy works, Thy wondrous works, declare. The thought of them shall to fny soul Exalted pleasure bring ; Whilst to Thy Name, Thou most High, Triumphant praise I sing. Th'>u mad'st my haughty foes to turn Their backs in shameful flight ; Struck with Thy presence, down they fell. They perish'd at Thy sight. Against insulting foes, advanc'd, Thou didst my cause maintain ; My right asserting from Thy throne, Where truth and justice reign. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 323 The insolence of heathen pride Thou hast reduc'd to shame ; Their wicked offspring quite destroy'd, And blotted out their name. Mistaken foes ! your haughty threats Are to a period come ; Our city stands, which you design'd To make our common tomb. The Lord for ever lives, who has His righteous throne prepar'd, Impartial justice to dispense ; To punish or reward. God is a constant sure defence Against oppressing rage ; As troubles rise. His needful aids In our behalf engage. All those who have His goodness prov'd Will in His truth confide ; When mercy ne'er forsook the man That on His help relied. Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord, From Sion, His abode ; Proclaim His deeds, till all the world Confess no other God. — Tate i^ Buady. FOR THE DEDICATION OF A HALL. Ye princes that in might excel, Your grateful sacrifice prepare ; God's glorious actions loudly tell, His wondrous pow'r to all declare. hh f ( 324 l'i:i' w DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. To His great name fresh altars raise, Devoutly due respect afford ; Him in His holy temple praise, Where He's with solemn state ador'd. 'Tis He that, with amazing noise, The wat'ry clouds in sunder breaks ; The ocean trembles at His voice, When He from heaven in thunder speaks. When God in thunder loudly speaks, And scatter'd flames of lightning sends, The forest nods, the desert quakes. And stubborn Kadesh lowly bends. God rules the angry floods on high ; His boundless sway shall never cease ; His saints with strength He will supply, And bless His own with constant peace. — Tate k Brady. i ?^ PRAYER FOR THE QUEEN. Lord of heav'n, of earth, and ocean, Hear us from Thy bright abode. While our hearts, with deep devotion, Own their great and gracious God ! Source, revealed in sacred story. Of each good and perfect thing, Lord of life, of light, and glory, Guide Thy Church, and guard our Queen ! Thee, with humble adoration, Laud we now for mercies past ! Still to this most favoured nation, May those mercies ever last ! Britons then, through future story. ORANGE SONGS AND POEMS. 325 With their prayers shall praises sing ; Lord of life, of light, and glory. Guide Thy Church, and guard our Queen ! —Crosse. PRAYER FOR BRITAIN. Shine mighty God, on Britain shine With beams of heav'nly grace, Reveal Thy power through all our coasts. And show Thy smiling face. Amidst our isle, exalted high. Do Thou our glory stand. And, like a wall of guardian fire, Surround the fav rite land. God the Redeemer scatters round His choicest favours here, While the creation's utmost bound Shall see, adore, and fear. — Isaac Watts. 'I FOR THE R. B. DEGREE. When marshaird on the nightly plain The glitt'ring host bestud the sky ; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wand'ring vy*:. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From ev'ry host, from ev'ry gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks ; It is the Star of Bethlehem. iriii H 5' i ■ i ^ 320 DOMINION ORANGE HAHMONir^T. It is my guide, my light, my all, It bids my dark forebodings cease ; And through the storm and danger's thrall ; It leads me to the port of peac(i. Then saf(4y moor'd, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Foi- ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem ! — Henry Kirk White. FOR THE DEDICATION OF A HALL. To Him your voice in anthems raise, Jehovah's awful name He bears ; In Him rejoice, extol His praise. Who rides upon high rolling spheres. His chariots numberless, His powers Are heav'nly hosts that wait His will ; His presence now fills Sion's towers. As once it honour'd Sinai's hill. Ascending high, in triumph Thou Captivity hast captive led, And on Thy people didst bestow The spoils of armies once their dread. E'en rebels shall partake Thy grace, And humble proselytes repair To worship at Thy dwelling-place And all the world pay homage there. For benefits each day bestow'd Be daily His great name ador'd, Who is our Saviour and our God, Of life and death the sov'reigii Lord. — Tate & Brady. CHHONOLOCrK^AL TABLE. After ( 110. 117. 154. 157. •250. 357. 364. 432. 450. 511. 588. (JOG. 634. 666. 708. 712. 727. 752. 770. 817. 820. 'liriHt. The sign of the cross first used. Altars instituted by Sixtus First. Hygenus, Bishop of Rome, first takt's tin; title of Pope. Penance first inflicted as a punishment. A sect called Abstinets arose, who abstained from wine, flesh and marriage. Purgatory invented. Pope Liberius was an Arian. Marriage in Lent forbidden. St. Patrick preached the Gospel in Ireland. Extreme unction comes into practice. Purgatory introduced. Off'erings first instituted by Pope Pelagius II. Phocas, a murderer, Eviperor of Constantinople, assists Boniface the Third to procure the title of Universal Bishop or Pope : hence the rise of Anti- christ. The first Romish Altar erected in Britain. The Apocalyptic number. Pope Vitelian orders prayers to be said in the Latin tongue. The custom of kissing the Pope's toe introduced. The worship of Images introduced. Tax called Peter-pence imposed to support a college at Rome. Pope Zacharias begins to dispose of kingdoms. Charles the Great kisses the steps of the Altar as he goes up to the Pope. Monasteries dissolved in the east by Constantino. College of Cardinals founded by Pope Paschal. Claude, Bishop of Turin, propagates the truth in opposition to Popery, Multitudes about Savoy and Piedmont embrace and adhere to it. 'If f* 328 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. After Chriat. 821. Pope Leo is murdered, and Michael 11. succeeds. 840. Transubstantiation introduced. 891. Pope Formosus is guilty of perjury. 896. Pope Stephen VII. is guilty of every vice and dies by the rope. 956. Pope John XII. was found guilty of blasphemy, per- jury, sacrilege, adultery, incest and murder. 968. Baptism and Consecration of Bells introduced. 975. Pope Boniface VII. is deposed and banished for his crimes. 1015. Marriage of priests forbidden. 1033. Benedict IX., created at the age of twelve years, spends his days in debauchery, rapine and murder, and sold the See of Rome for £1,500 to Gregory VI. 1041. The first sermon preached at the Coronation of Edwfird the Confessor. 1044. Three Popes call themselves Popes of Rome — viz., Sylvester, Gregory and Benedict. 1054. Leo IX the first Pope that kept up any army. 1075. The Pope compels Henry IV., Emperor of Germany, to walk barefooted in tlie depth of winter, and to stand three days at his gate to implore pardon. 1132. Concubines allowed to the Priests. 1160. The Waldenses in Savoy, Piedmont and the South oi France oppose Popery, on which account upwards of a million of them are afterwards murdered by the Papists. 1 172. Henry II., King of England, having received a bull to that eff"ect from the Pope, takes possession of Ireland, which from that period has been governed by a Viceroy. 1182. Pope Alexander III. compels the Kings of England and France to hold the stirrups of his saddle when he mounted his iiorse. 1201. Prostration at the Elevation of the Host first required. 1204. The Inquisition begun. ^ '^.50. First appearance of Augustine Friars in England. CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 329 After ChriBt. 1253. The Dominicans receive full power over the Inquisi- sition. 1294. 1314. 1334. 13G4. 1369. 1370. Boniface VIII. denied the Trinity, the Incarnation, and the Immortality of tlie Soul. He entered Lho Popedom like a Fox, reigned like a Lion, and died like a Dog ! 1 297. Crusades against the Albigenses. 1308. The hohj See translated to Avignon, where it remained sixty-eight years, and until restored to Rome by Gregory XI. The Cjvidinals set fire to the conclave and burn it. They then separate, and for two years the Papal chair is vacant. The first Consecrated Altar by Pope Sylvester. The Triple Crown, or Tiara, first worn by Popt^ Urban V. Wickliffe first began the Reformation. Wickliffe became famous for his firm and decided opposition to Popery. John Huss and Jerome of Prague and their followers commence their opposi- tion to Popery, are terribly persecuted, and at last put to death. The Battle of Agincourt between the French and British, gained by Henry V. 1 0,000 French killed, and 14,000 taken prisoners, the English only losing 40 ! In the French army there were four times as many men as in the English. The first book printed, which was the Vulgate Bible. Pope Alexander VI. died of poison, which he had prepared for others, and drank by mistake. Luther began the Reformation. Henry Vlll. entitled " Defender of the Faith " for his writings in support of Popery. Gustavus Vasa establishes the Reformed Religion in Sweden. Luther and his illustrious adherents, at the Diet of Spires, make their celebrated Protest against Popery : hence the term Protestant ! 1415. 14G2. 1492. 1517. 1520. 1525. 1529. w ..2 m rn ?"'P!*~~P!'' 330 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. After Christ. 1534. I }th suc- m owing 5n|!-; I 7 * ■ 1 link The Reformation takes place in England. Canada is settled. 1536. The Pope excommunicates Henry VIII. 1539. The first authorized edition of the Bible published. 1553. October 1 — Mary of bloody memory was crowned. 1554. February 12 — Lady Jane Grey beheaded. 1556. Archbishop Cranmer, Bishops Hooper, Ridley, Lati- mer, &c., with about three hundred other clergy and lay Protestants, are put to death by fire, and numbers perished in prison. Establishment of the order of Jesuits by Ignatius de Loyola. 1558. Queen Mary dies of a dropsy. Queen Eli" ceeds her, and Protestantism is establis. ^d. 1559. The Romanists rebel against Elizabeth. 15G7. About 600,000 Protestants deserted their homes the Netherlands and fled to other countries to the terrible cruelty of the Duke of Alva, who boasted that besides those slain in battle he cut off 18,000 by the hand of the public executioner. 1572. August 24 — Massacres of St. Bartholomew's, Paris. Upwards of 10,000 Protestants, with Admiral deCo- ligny, &c., were inhumanly and cruelly butchered at the instance of the Pope. From the Palace of the Luxembourg the King (Charles IX.) amused him- self by firing upon his Protestant subjects. The Seine was literally red with blood. A messenger was sent to Rome with the news. The Pope ordered the cannons to fire from the Castle of St. Angelo, the bells of the churches to ring, made the messenger a rich present, and bonfires, proces- sions, &c., took place. 1588. To reclaim England to Popery an immense naval armament, consisting of 130 ships and 50,000 men, was fitted out in Spain, with the intention of inviding England. The Pope came down to the sea shore to behold it, and baptized it the " Invincible Armada." Sir Francis Drake met it in the English Channel and defeated. However it, CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 331 After Clirist. to God only be the praise, for the very elements of heaven fought against the invaders. On Micli- aelmas day, in this year, Queen Elizabeth being at dinner, and having a cup of wine before her, pro- posed as a toast, " Destruction to the Spanish Armada ! " Soon after a messenger arrived with the news of the total defeat of that proud fleet. 1591. The University of Dublin (T. C. D.) founded. 1598. The Edict of Nantes gained by the Protestants. 1G05. Novembers — The Gunpowder Plot discovered. This was a scheme of the Jesuits to blow up King James I., his Queen, the Royal Family, and both Houses of Parliament. IGIO. King Henry IV. is murdered at Paris by Ravaillac, a Jesuit. 1C18. The Emperor of Germany commences a war of ex termination against the Protestants of Bohemia and of the Palatines of the Rhine. 1G28. The Thirty-nine Articles of Religion published. 1641. Sir Phelim Roe O'Neill and his brutal followers rise in rebellion and massacre about 300,000 Protest- ants in Ireland. 1648. The treaty of Westphalia confirms liberty to the Palatine Protestants. 1649. Oliver Cromwell subdues the Irish rebels. 1677. Prince William of Orange and Nassau married to the Princess Mary, daughter of the Duke of York (afterwards James II.) 1685. The Edict of Nantes infamously revoked by Louis XIV., and the Protestants cruelly persecuted. 50,000 fly to England. These introduce the arts, sciences, &c., with such eff'ect as to make England the workshop of the world. Charles II. dies, and his brother, the Duke of York, succeeds as James II. and as a Protestant. In a week after his coronation King James goes openly to Mass. 1687. He receives the Pope's Nuncio. T,41»™j|Ufci ^mft^Hiiimi 332 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. After Christ. 1688. f f i lu m 1689. Formation of secret societies in favour of the Prince of Orange. Messengers are sent to the Hague stating the extremes to which Protestants were put, and asking the Prince of Orange to become their deliverer. November 3 — The fleet of the Prince of Orange in three squadrons passes the straits of Dover. November 4 — Birthday of the Prince of Orange, His fleet arrive at Torbay, the colours at the masts being orange and blue. King James, reviewing his troops, is suddenly attacked with a violent bleeding at his nose. The Stuart Arms, in a win- dow of Westminster Hall, fall at the feet of King James, and are dashed to pieces. November 5 — The Prince of Orange lands in Eng- land. December 3 — James abdicates the throne. December 7 — The thirteen Apprentice Boys of the City of Derry close their gates against Lord An- trim's Redshanks and King James's Blackguards. For particulars of the great Siege see " Derriaiia," bj' tlie Rev, Jolin Graham, which can be had of Maclkar & Co., Melinda street, Toronto, and most otlier Protestant Booksellers. December 12 — Flight of James II. December 15 — The Protestants of the North-east of Ulster form a Protestant Association for mutual protection and in self-defence. December 18 — The Enniskilleners address the men of Derry. The East India Company is chartered. February 16 — King William and Queen Mary pro- claimed. March 22 — James lands at Kinsale with an army. April 11 — King William and Queen Mary crowned. April 18 — James arrives before Derry. July 13 — James issues an order prohibiting Protes- tants to leave their native parish. July 31 — One of the greatest victories achieved over 1ST. CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 333 ' of the Prince to the Hague )testants were ige to become of Orange in - Dover, je of Orange, rs at the masts nes, reviewing ith a violent .rms, in a win- le feet of King lands in IGng- one. ;e Boys of the linst Lord An- s Blackguards. rriana," by the Rev. [iKAR&Co., Meliiida lit Booksellers. 5 North-east of on for mutual dress the men een Mary pro- th an army. Vlary crowned. ibiting Protes- ; acliieved over After Christ. the enemy during the revolution was obtained this day (not far from Newtownbutler) by two thou- sand Enniskilleners, under Colonels Lloyd, Tiffan, Wolsely and Berry. The enemy, consisting of six thousand men, were entirely routed ! Two thousand were killed, five hundred were drowned in Lough Erne, and their general, with a great many other officers, non-commissioned officers, and four hundred privates were taken prisoners ! The Enniskilleners also captured seven pieces of can- non, fourteen barrels of powder, a great quantity of cannon and musket balls, all their drums, and every stand of colours they possessed ! The loss on the side of the Enniskilleners was only two officers and twenty privates. The password of the Enniskilleners was — " No Popery." 1689. August 1 — Derry relieved by a fleet under General Kirk. September 13 — James forbids Protestants to assem- ble together in any place of worship. September 22 — Lutterel, Viceroy under James, breaks open the Protestant churches of Dublin, enters the cemeteries, and exhumes the dead bodies of the Protestants. General Mackey defeats James's army under Vis- count Dundee (John Graham of Claverhouse), at the battle of Killeycrankie. 1690. Early in this year Duke Schomberg lands near Holly- wood, below Belfast, with an effective army for the assistance of the Protestants of Ireland. In drawing his heavy cannon over the Long Bridge at Belfast one of the arches gave way ; he immedi- ately proceeded south, but had only got as far as the River Boyne when he came in sight of King James's army, which had taken up its position on the south bank of that river. June 14 — King William III. lands, pear Carrick- fergus. fjf! Il i ■ T' ■t > ■- - X 334 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. After Christ. S M: l' S' I t 1 : Ht 1691. . • 1 - v :1;H M i 1 ll ■'H: 1 1,; 1 ' iL '^1 ^ 1 ■ ,• m o» June 18 — James issues a proclamation forbidding more than three Protestants meeting together, un- der pain of death. June 30 — King William arrives at the Boyne, in- forms Duke Schomberg that *' he came not to Ireland to let the grass grow under his feet," that he will attack the enemy on the morrow ; reviews his troops by torch-light. July 1 — Was fought the ever-memorable Battle of the Boyne. Two kings in person contended for the throne of England, and here it was to be de- cided. On the south of the River Boyne lay the combined armies of Louis and James, consisting of the flower of French chivalry and nearly all the Popish bigots of England, Scotland and Ireland, headed by James Stuart in person. On the north of the river lay the troops of Duke Schomberg with the Derry regiment raised by the Rev George Walker and that raised in Fermanagh, then known and existing to the present day as the Enniskillen Dragoons, all commanded by King WilUam III. In the memorable passage of the Boyne Duke Schomberg and the Rev. George Walker lost their lives. The troops once over, King William court- ed the battle and won it. July 6 — King William makes his triumphal entry into Dublin. In this year three Protestant Associations were formed — one in Dublin, known as the "Alder- men of Skinner's Alley ;" one in Derry, that of the "Apprentice Boys ;" and one in Enniskillen, called the " Boyne Society." Sunday, July 12 — Was fought the final battle of the Revolution, on the field of Aughrim. Protestants, 18,000; Papists, 25,000. The Papists had the advantages of sun, wind and ground. Neverthe- less our Protestant heroes once more gained the CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 335 After Christ, 1692. 1693. 1694. 1700. 1701. 1702. 1704. 1706. 1708. 1709. 1714. 1715. 1745. day in spite of all opposition. 7,000 Papists were killed ; the Protestants lost only 600. Early in this year vv.as signed the capitulation of Limerick, which ftnished the war in Ireland. The Bank of England chartered by King WiUiam. Queen Mary dies, aged 33, and William reigns alone. James II. dies at St. Germain, in France. Society for the Propagation of the Gospel incor- porated. Oath of Allegiance required. Succes- sion in the line of Hanover established by law. King William dies, aged 50, and is succeded by his sister-in-law, Anne of Denmark (daughter of James II). Gibraltar taken by the British. Battle of Blenheim, won by the Duke of Marlborough. 27,000 French killed, 13,000 prisoners taken. British loss in killed, wounded and prisoners, only 13,000. Union between England and Scotland. The Pretender attempts to invade Britain, Seven thousand families of poor Protestants were driven from their habitations on the Rhine, and came to England. 500 families went under Brit- * ish protection to Ireland, and the rest were sent to America. Death of Queen Anne and accession of George I. Here again Protestantism prevailed, as in the lat- ter end of Anne's reign an attempt was about to be made to overthrow the Protestant religion and restore Popery and the Pretender. The Earl of Mar and the Highland clans turn out in rebellion in favour of the Pretender, Charles Edward Stuart. The battles of Sheriff Muir and Preston settled the question, and the rebels were dispersed. A Protestant Association similar to the Orange Society is formed in England. The " Young Pre tender," Charles Edward Stuart, makes a descent upon Scotland. Battle of Preston-pans fought, in which the celebrated Colonel Gardiner loses his 336 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. \m • k m I I -i. After (-hi-ist. life. Battle of Falkirk. Last and decisive battle fought on Culloden Moor, which settled the Stuart claims at once and for ever. 1756. One hundred and forty-six Englishmen are shut up in the " Black Hole of Calcutta," in the East Indies, of whom one hundred and twenty-three were found dead next morning. 1759. General Wolfe is killed at Quebec, but gains the vic- tory over the French for England. 1760. King George III. ascends the throne. 1773. The Jesuits expelled from the Pope's dominions. 1776. Three Protestant Defensive Associations formed, called severally the " Boyne," " True Blue " and *' Union " Societies. 1777. Two other Protestant Associations formed, entitled the " Culloden " and « Enniskillen " Societies. 1778. The "Aughrim" Society formed. Death of the great Lord Chatham, who is interred at the pub- lic expense in Westminster Abbey, in consequence of a vote of Parliament. 1780. The Inquisition abolished in the Duke of Modena's dominions. The torture abolished in France. The Protestant Association (headed by the Duke of Gordon), to the number of 50,000 go up to the House of Commons with their petition for the repeal of an Act passed in favour of the Papists. 1781. The "Independent" Society and the " Muskerry True Blues " formed. 1782. Admiral Rodney obtains a signal victory over the French fleet. The Roijal George is sunk at Spithead. 1788. At the centennary celebration of the Relief of Derry, Dr. McDonnel, the Romish Bishop, walked in pro- cession with the Apprentice Boys and other citi- zens to the Protestant Cathedral, and sat in a pew during the proceedings. He wore on his breast a cross composed of Orange ribbons. Indeed up to that period, the Papists vied with their Protes- I !■ ~ CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 337 After Christ. 1794. 1795. 1796. 1797. 1798. tant fellow citizens in keeping up these joyful celebrations. Lord Howe's victory over the French fleet. The battle of the Diamond fought, and immediately afterwards the Orange Institution is fully organ- ized, September 21. The first general Grand Lodge Meeting is held at Portadown, July 12. Sir Ralph Abercrombie takes St. Lucia. A Dutch fleet consisting of nine ships surrender to Admiral Elphinstone. The French attempt to land in Bantry Bay, but are frustrated by the elements of heaven. The second general meeting of the Orange Institu- tion is held at Portadown, July 12th, Wm. Blacker, G.M., Thos. Verner, Esq., and David Verner, Esq., County G.M.'s presiding. Sir John Jervais gains a famous victory over the Spanish fleet. Admiral Duncan defeats the Dutch fleet, and captures nine ships of the line. A rebellion breaks out in Ireland. Thirty thousand Orangemen offer their services to Lord Camden, the Viceroy. Battles are fought at Arklow, Naas, Hacketstown, Baltinglass, Tara Hill, New Ross, Kilconnel Hill, Gore's Bridge, Antrim, Ballina- hinch, &c. The Papists massacre the Protestants, sparing neither age nor sex, at Wexford and Vine- gar Hill ; they also collect about three hundred women and children, put them in a barn at ScuUa- bogue, and burn them to ashes. The French land at Killala, County Mayo, to assist the rebels, but^after wards surrender. During the insurrec- tion the Orangemen and Yeomanry performed signal services for the country, for which they are thanked by the military commanders, and on several sub- sequent periods by both Houses of Parliament. The Victory of the Nile achieved by Lord Nelson. — -Sir J. B. Warren gains a victory over the French fleet off" the coast of Ireland. 338 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. v\. ! 'i i A \ After Christ. 1800. Melitii or Malta taken by the British. 1801. Thos. Verner, Esq., retires from the office of G.M. of the Orang<5 Institution, and is succeeded by the Kight Hon. Geo. Ogle, M. P., godfather of Ogle K. Gowan, Esq. Union between Great Britain and Iieland carried. Victory over the French in Egypt. Death of Sir Ralph Abercrombie. Lord Nelson and Sir Hyde Parker destroy the French fleet at Copenhagen. Conquest of Egypt completed by General Hutcheson. 1 802. So effective was the Orange Society at this time that the Government were enabled to withdra'..- the military force from the country, and trust the loyal Orange Yeomanry with its security and safety. 1803. The Invasion of England threatened by the French. An insurrection breaks out in Dublin at the instance of Robert Emmet, Lord Edward Fitz- gerald, &c. Lord Kil warden is murdered. As usual the rebels are beaten and their leaders treated according to their deserts. 1805. Battle of Trafalgar and death of Lord Nelson. Fune- ral of Lord Nelson and grand procession to St. Paul's. Death of William Pitt. 1807. The Orange Institution has 1300 Lodges in operation. System extended to England. G.L. formed in Manchester. 1809. July 1. — Colonel Anorial, Brigade Major, having re- fused to inspect the yeomanry of Bandon, becausi* each wore an Orange lily in his cap, the entire corps, numbering six hundred, laid down their arms ! Battle of Corunna, in Spain, and death of General Sir John Moore. Battle of Tala- vera and repulse of the French. 1812. Battles of Ciudad, Rodrigo, Badajos, Salamanca, Barossa, &c., &c. The Americans are defeated in Upper Canada. Death of General Brock. 1813. The American ship Chesapeake is taken by the Bri- tish ship Shannon in fifteen minutes. Lord i 1= ! .1 CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 389 their leaders After {'hriKt. Wellington gains a brilliant victory at Vittoria, taking 151 cannon, 415 ammunition waggons, all the baggage and provisions, and 5000 prisoners. 181 1. Sir Ivobert Peel sustains the Orange cause in Parlia- ment. Marshal lieresford enters l]ord«'aux. -Napoleon abdicates the crown of France. Louis XV 111, enters Paris.- The Pope is forced to tlee. Washington city is captured by the British. 1815. Battle of Waterloo. Finf^l defeat of Napoleon. The thanks of Parliament are voted to the Duke of Wellington. — — Buonaparte abdicates the crown, and is banished to St. Helena. Peace proclaimed. 1820. The Orange system revised and improved. General Archdall, M. P., Grand Master ; Sir Abraham Bradley King, D. G. M. Deatli of his most ex- cellent Majesty King George III. aged 81, afUu- a reign of fifty-nine years and three montlis. Accession of George IV. 1821. The Lord Mayor and Corporation of Dublin, with the Grand Officers of the Orange Society, go over to London in state and present the loyal address voted by the Grand Lodge of Ireland to His Ma- jesty. His Koyal Highness Frederick, Duke of York, is appointed Grand Master of the Grand Lodge of Great Britain ; the Right Hon. Lord Kenyon is appointed Deputy Grand Master. Grand officers for Ireland ; The Right Hon. the Earl O'Neill, K. S. P., &c., i^c, Grand Master ; and Colonel Blacker, Deputy Grand Master. 1823. The Hon. George Robert Dawson defends the Orange Institution in Parliament. 1824. The " New System " introduced into the Orange In- stitution. Processions discountenanced by the Grand Lodge. 1825. Dissolution of the Grand Orange Lodge of Ireland. The Catholic Association suppressed. Organi- WTm^ 340 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. mim After Christ. zation of the " Benevolent Loyal Orange Institu- tion " (which existed until 1820), the Duke of Gor- don, Grand Patron ; the Earl of Aldborough, Grand Master ; the Hon . and Rev. Sir Harcourt Lees, Bart., Deputy Grand Patron ; Lord Mount morris. Deputy Grand Master ; and Ogle U. Gowan, Esq., Grand Secretary. 1827. His Koyal Highness Frederick, Duke of York and Albany departed this life. Formation of the Brunswick Clubs. Battle of 1828. 1829. M 1830. 1832. Navarino. -Sir Edward Codrington achieves a brilliant victory over the Turks. Prince Ernest Augustus, Duke of Cumberland, after- wards King of Hanover, appointed Grand Master, and the Earl of Enniskillen, Deputy Grand Master of the Grand Orange Lodge. The Popish Eman- cipation Bill receives the Royal Assent. January 1 — In the Court House of Brockville, Upper Canada, was first formed the Grand Orange Lodge of British North America, Ogle R. Gowan, Esq., elected Grand Master, which office he holds until June, 1846. Capture of Algiers. Death of George IV. and accession of William IV. At a meeting of the Grand Orange Lodge of England, his Royal Highness Prince Ernest Augustus, Duke of Cumberland, Grand Master, in the chair, the elec- tion of Ogle R. Gowan, Esq., as Grand Master of British North America, was confirmed. On thisocca- sion all the acts of Mr. Gowan, in connection with the Orange Institution, were pronounced valid and in strict accordance with the principles of the Orange Institution. In 1835 the foregoing was sworn to be- fore the Orange Committee of the House of Com- mons. Passing of the Reform Bi^l— -In this lal to be year Pope Gregory XVL causec^ struck in commemoration of the Bartholomew. A copy of it is at pi nt ii sion of a gentleman in the city of Deri^ -sacre of S posses- This CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 341 of York and After C'hriHt. fact is mentioned to prove that Popery is the same now as in 1572. 1836. The Grand Orange Lodge of Ireland is dissolved at the request of Ernest, King of Hanover, Grand Master. 1837. The rebellion breaks out in Canada. An action takes place at St. Charles between a party of soldiers under Col. Wetherall and a large party of rebels ; about 300 rebels were killed, and their leaders escape to the United States. The rebels collect on Yonge Street, under Wm. Lyon Mackenzie, but are dispersed by the Loyalists of Toronto. Mac- kenzie flies to the L^nited States. The Orange- men and Loyalists of Canada during the winter left their families and their homes, and turned out to support the Government. To them chiefly is Great Britain indebted for her possession of this colony at the present moment. The American steamer Caroline is taken possession of at Navy Island by , a few Canadians, is set on fire, sent over the Falls of Niagara, and dashed to pieces. 1838. Rebellion in Lower Canada. Rebels defeated. Death of King William IV. and coronation of Queen Victoria. Great battle at Prescott, in Upper Canada. The Americans under General Von Shoultz, entirely defeated, with the loss of 50 killed, 16 wounded, and 167 taken prisoners. The Loyalists lost 2 officers and 1 1 rank and file killed ; and 4 officers (Lieut. -Col. Ogle R. Gowan being one of the four) and 63 rank and file wounded. Shortly after this decisive engagement a " General Order " was promulgated by His Excellency the Lieutenant Governor and Major General Com- manding (Sir George Arthur), conferring upon the Ninth Provisional Battalion, under Lieut. Col. Gowan, the title of the Queen's Royal Borderers, in acknowledgment of its gallant conduct on that occasion; " and also, "the Major General's warmest 342 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. After ('hrist. X * 1840. 1841. 1844. 1845. 1846. 1848. 1849. f ! thanks to Lieut. Col. Gowau, confident that the gallant example he had shown would be followed with equal loyalty and spirit by the militia of the Province." Brock's Monument destroyed by an American. Marriage of Queen Victoria to His Royal High- ness Prince Albert, of Saxe Cobourg-Gotha. The Canadas united. Alexander McLeod arrested in the State of New York for having been con- cerned in the burning of the Caroline, is imprisoned at Lockport, removed afterwards to New York, his trial takes place at Utica, and a verdict returned of not guilty. Organization of the Grand Orange Lodge of Ulster. The Anti-Procession Act (Canada) comes into operation. Organization of the Grand Orange Lodge of Ireland. Repeal of the Party Procession Act (Ireland) which had been in force for fifteen years, though only enacted for five. Election of George Benjamin, Esq., to be Grand Mas- ter of the Grand Orange Lodge of British North America. From the formation of the Grand Lodge in 1830 — viz., sixteen years — the chair had been filled by Mr. Go wan. Death of O'Connell. -Tom Steele, the repeal mountebank, attempts to commit suicide, by throwing himself into the Thames. In consequence of his fall he dies in a few hours. Mitchell, Meagher, Martin and Smith O'Brien are arrested for sedition and treason, and are all trans- ported. The Orange Institution recognised by the Viceroy of Ireland as a loyal body. Flight of Pope Pius from Rome. Monster proces- sions over all Ireland on the 12th July. At a place called Dolly's Brae, County Down, a murderous attack >v^as made on the military and the Orange- men by a lawless horde of Papists ; but, as in most T. CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. :Vt3 it that the )e followed litia of the rican, oyal High- otha. 3d arrested been con- imprisoned ^ew York, Dt returned of Ulster, comes into of Ireland. (Ireland) rs, though rand Mas- tish North he Grand chair had 3'Connell. , attempts f into the dies in a Brien are ! all trans- gnised by er proces- ^t a place lurderous e Grange- rs in most After Ohrint. Ct/her cases, they were beaten ofT the ground.- Burning of the Parliament House in Montreal. Loi J Elgin is not allowed to land at Brockville, and, on arriving at Toronto, is welcomed by a rotten ( gg reception ; twelve persons are apprehended, of whom three only are victims. July 12. — The affair at Slabtown takes plac'. Twenty-three Orangemen, while at dinner, were attacked by a mob of about four hundred Papists. The Orange- men sallied out, wounded several " Mickey s,^' and chased the entire mob from the scene of action. In 1852 the Orangeman of Toronto presented each of the Slabtown brethren with a silver medal, ele- gantly executed, as a mark of the esteem in which they were held, for their gallantry and good con- duct. 1851. Repeal of the (Canada) Party Procession Act. The Grand Orange Lodge of British North Ame- rica, at its annual meeting, voted the sum of .£100 as a gift to their Grand Master, George Benjamin, Esq. The Orangemen of Toronto are invited to be present at the turning of the first sod of the Northern Railroad by Lady Elgin. The Firemen, St. George's, St. Andrew's, St. Patrick's, the Ma- sonic and the Odd Fellows' Societies, the Sons of Temperance, and the Loyal Orange Institution, all turned out in strong numbers and in bright array at the request of the Directors, to honour the occa- sion. Unpopular as Lord Elgin certainly was with the friends of law and ord(U', no outward mark of disgust was evinced towards him, though, when some person proposed three cheers for him, not a single loyalist took off' his hat or otherwise res- ponded to the call. The cheer was a miserabhi failure. It was a proud triumph for the Orange- men! Death of his Majesty King Ernest Augus- tus of Hanover, Ex-Grand Master of tlie ( ) range Institution. 344 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. After Christ. 1852. The largest Orange procession ever seen in Canada took place in Toronto, July 12. At least 10,000 Orangemen were on the ground appointed for the rendezvous. The procession was two miles in length, and occupied three-quarters of an hour passing any given point. On the cricket ground refreshments were served gratis to the visiting brethren, after which the entire multitude was addressed by the Rev. Chaplain Brother Meyer- hofFer, also by Ogle R. Go wan, Esq., Richard Dempsey, Esq., Jr. D. G. M., and Brother Balford, of Brantford. During the day the greatest order prevailed. No offences were given, or quarrelling, no drunkenness, and all retired to their respective homes even earlier than usual. Next day there was not a single case before the Police Magistrate. Much credit is due to the Orangemen for their good conduct, to their officers for their zeal in keep ing everything all right; and to the Mayor, the chief of police, and the men under him, for their services in keeping back the crowds who thronged the way, and otherwise acting for the preservation of the peace. Next day a telegraphic despatch was received that the Papists had assembled at Hamilton, and would certainly attack the Orangemen of that place on their return by the Oity of HawUton steamer. Ac- cordingly, as the visitors were few in number, some thirty of the citizens of Toronto volunteered to see them safe at home. During the trip upwards pro- per arrangements were made for the expected affray. In order to give no offence to any one the flags were taken off the poles and put away, and orders were issued to use the greatest forbearance, and on no account to fire until endurance could not further be borne. On landing, the Orangemen who had no weapons were placed in the centre, with the armed men in the front, rear, and on either side. CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 345 in Canada ast 10,000 ed for the miles in an hour et ground e visiting tude was ^r Meyer- Richard r Balford, test order larrelling, respective day there agistrate. for their il in keep ', the chief ir services I the way, on of the i that the id would place on ner. Ac- ber, some •ed to see ards pro- expected ' one the vay, and )earance, ould not nen who re, with her side. After Christ. As was expected, about four hundred semi-savages awaited their landing, prepared with stones, I'fec, to do their best. Several showers of these missiles were thrown at the Orangemen. The city autho- rities have borne witness that the good conduct and forbearance of the Orangenien were exemplary. An attack was also made on a Protestant drum, in defending which a Protestant named Captain Thos. Campbell was stabbed with a large bowie-knife, which was described by the witnesses on the trial as a " most fonaidabU weaipon," marked ^^ Arkansas Tooth-jnck." In retaliation, about six shots were fired, four or five persons were wounded, one died almost immediately, one other was mortally wounded, and the others will carry their marks to the grave. The entire mob, as usual, was routed. 1852. Defeat of the Liberals in the British Parliament. Lord Derby and the Conservatives succeed. Great torch-light profession in Toronto in honour of the event. Romish ecclesiastics are forbidden by Royal proclamation to engage in religious proces- sions, or we.ar their vestments except in their ordi- nary places of worship. 1853. Grand Lodge held its annual session at Kingston. Two candidates claimed the chair. One candidate had a majority of voters — the other a majority of votes, including proxies. A lengthy debate oc- curred as to the legality of the latter, especially where individuals wished to use a plurality of proxies. As each side claimed to be right, neither would give in, and so each elected a Grand Master, and this state of aftairs lasted for three years. The Grand Masters elected were Brothers Ogle R. Gowan and George Benjamin. Dreadful riots and outrage by Romanists in Montreal in conse- quence of the preaching of Signor Gavazzi. Zion's Church is mobbed. The Mayor calls out the " Cameronians " to aid the police in preserving the 1* 3^6 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. 1 I I '\ After Christ. peace. The military fire. About a dozen persons are killed, and many others dangerously wounded. 1854. The Grand Masters elected for this year were Bros. Ogle K. Go wan and Geo. W. Whitehead. The contemplated Trillick tragedy prevented. 6,000 Orangwnen and Protestants of Enniskillen had an excursion by rail to Londonderry. They arrived safe in the Maiden City, but on the return the train was overset by a number of large stones being laid across the track. The Earl of Ennis- killen, who accompanied the excursionists, rode in front with the engineer, and being solicitous for the safety of the party, kept a very watchful look- out, and had the train at slow speed, but for which the sacrifice of life would have been dreadful. (Note. — 22 years have since elapsed, and his Lordship has never recovered the shock he expe- rienced on the occasion.) Russia proclaims war against France and England. Landing of the allied troops in the Crimea. Battles of the Alma, Balaclava and Inkerman. Patriotic fund raised at the suggestion of Prince Albert. Canada contri- butes liberally to the object. 1855. The Grand Masters elected for this year were Bros. Ogle R. Gowan and John Flanigan. Russian war still going on. Destruction of Sweabourg. Battle of the Tchernaye and fall of Sebastopol. 185C. Final defeat of the Russians. Peace proclaimed. Great rejoicings and illuminations throughout the dominions of Great Britain. Canada doing her duty. Happily for the sake of peace and har- mony in the Loyal Orange Institution, the very popular and worthy brother who had held office as Grand Secretary for many years — Bro. George L. Allen — was elected by one party Grand Master, the other readily acquiesced, and so the breach was healed. During the three years just ended, notwithstanding an immense amount of vexation i i i i CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 347 en persons wounded. ^ere Bros. head.^ Drevented. Inniskillen y. They the return rge stones of Ennis- ts, rode in citous for hful look- for which dreadful, and his he expe- aims war ig of the the Alma, I raised at ia contri- ere Bros. -Russian i^eabourg. itopol. )claimed. jhout the oing her and har- :he very sld office . George Master, 5 breach ended, i^exation After Christ. and strife, the Institution had increased marvel- lously, almost doubling the number of Lodges in connexion. 1857. Grand Lodge met at Quebec. Bro. George L. Allen re-elected Grand Master. Mutiny of Sopoys in India. Slaughter of British troops ; also, of men, women and children of British origin at Delhi, Cawnpore and Lucknow. Capture of Delhi. Relief of Lucknow. 1858. Grand Lodge met at London. Bro. George L. Allen, re-elected Grand Master. The Niagara and Aga- memnon lay the Atlantic cable. Proclamation of Ottawa as the seat of Government of Canada. Final suppression of the Indian mutiny. 1850. Grand Lodge met at Hamilton. Bro. the Honour- able John Hillyard Cameron, Q. C, M.P., elected Grand Master. The Grand Lodge, after being in session four days, adjourned to finish its business at Cobourg. The system of Provincial Grand Lodges was here inaugurated. Death of Lord Macaulay, the historian. rand Lodge met at Ottawa. Bro. the Honourable Jno. H. Cameron, Q. C, M. P., re-elected Grand Master. The Apprentice Boys of Derry kept up their flags and rang the joyful bells on their anni- versary, although forbidden to do so by the Bishop. A strong force was there to intimidate them, — in vain. From May in this year the steamships of the Allan line made Londonderry their place of call. At a church meeting in Belfast, the Bishop of Down and Connor and Dromore was driven from the chair. Bro. Chas. H. Ward was unani- mously moved thereto, and a vote of censure passed upon the Bishop for having prohibited ser- vices in the churches of the united Diocese on the anniversary of the Battle of the Boyne. 18G0. Visit of His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales to Canada. On the 4th Septembor^ H. R. H, arrived 1860. 348 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. After Christ. in the harbour of Kingston, by the steamer Kingston. The Orangemen of Kingston, assisted by their brethren from Belleville, Picton, Napa- nee, and other surroundings in the Counties of Hastings, Prince Edward, Lennox and Addington, Frontenac and Leeds, having been invited to do so by the Committee of arrangements for the re- ception of H. R. H., took part in the demon- stration. The Duke of Newcastle, Governor of the Prince, refused to permit H, R. H. to land, unless the Orangemen despoiled their arch, furled their banners, and took off their regalia. This the Orangemen refused to do, and so after remaining two days in front of the city, the Royal party, sailed away ; to the deep regret of thousands. A similar proceeding took place at Belleville, next day. The brethren there would not sacrifice a principle for a sight of Royalty. Kingston and Belleville nobly discharged their duty. 1861. Brother the Honourable John Hillyard Cameron, Q. C, was presented by the Grand Chamberlain to Her Most Gracious Majesty the Queen, as " the Most Worshipful the Grand Master of the Grand Orange Lodge of British America," on which oc- casion he had the honour of presenting to, and placing in the hand of, Her Majesty, the address of the Loyal Orangemen of British America, and Her Majesty was pleased to receive the same very graciously. Demonstrations in honour of Bro. Cameron were held in England, Ireland and Scot- land. Those in Belfast, Dublin and Londonderry were remarkably grand and enthusiastic. Grand Lodgemet at Kingston. Vote of thanks given to the Grand Master for his very efficient services in advocating the cause before H. M. the Queen, and also for correctly stating our position to the brethren at home. It was also voted to reimburse the Grand Master for his expenses on the occasion, CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 349 After C^hrist. 18G2. The preferred remuneration was respectfully de- clined. In this year the writer published the first Orange Directory, in connection with a com- plete history of the troubles arising from the Duke of Newcastle's tyrannical conduct, liestor- ation of Derry Cathedral bones and other remains of warriors and patriots were exhumed. Orange ribbons in large quantities were found with the bones, showing how dearly the emblem of liberty was regarded by the men of 1688. One of these ribbons enshrined in a casket of Cathe- dral Oak is in possession of the writer. Death of the beloved Prince Consort — Albert the Good. Universal grief everywhere, and sympathising addresses sent in large numbers to our bereaved and beloved Sovereign the Queen. Messrs. Mason and Slidell, agents of the Confederate Government, while passengers to England by the Royal Mail Steamer Trent were seized by Captain Wilkes, of the U. S. Frigate San Jclnto. The Courts of Europe protested against the illegal seizure. England demanded the surrender of the prisoners and satisfaction for the outrage. The U. S. makes an ample apology, and Mason and Slidell are handed over in consequence. In the meantime Canada roused herself as a young lion and pre- pared for any emergency. Great distress in Lancashire, England, in consequence of the blockade of southern ports, which prevented the shipment of cotton, and thus kept thousands of operatives in a state of idleness. Canada as usual subscribed liberally for the relief of the sufferers. Grand Lodge met at Montreal — Bro. the Honourable John Hillyard Cameron, Q.C., pre- siding. Thanks of Grand Lodge, voted to Mrs. Tooker, wife of Captain R. B. Tooker, J. P., Cork, Ireland, for a splendid cushion presented by her to the Grand Lodge. By request of the G. L., ilfej: mmm |!«-' 1 ^ ' :: 1 1 '■ 'i 1 J * 1 i ■ 1 ! 1 1 ^ j,|i^^HH il 1 h' ' 11 1 350 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. After Christ. the Most Worshipful sat to Mr. Notman for a photograph of the largest size. Many copies of this are to be seen in the houses of the brother- hood. The Most Worshipful and the several Eight Worshipful Grand Lodges forwarded to H. M. addresses of condolence with her in the loss she had sustained by the death of the Prince Consort, and Her Majesty was pleased " to command the Governor General to express to the Orangemen of Canada, her appreciation of their sentiments of loyal sympathy and regret for her bereavement." The Institution was this year bereft of many leading brethren, including Viscount Dungannon, Rev. Daniel Fallon, D.D., Richard Dempsey, Dr. Irons, &c., &c. 1863. The Grand Lodge met at Belleville, the Hon. John Hillyard Cameron, Q. C, presiding. Marriage of H. R. H. the Prince of Wales, to the Princess Alexandra of Denmark. The Princess becomes very popular with all British subjects. Death of Bro. Ed- ward J. Cooper, for 14 years County Grand Master of Sligo, and of Bro. Dr. Thos. M. Morton, County Master of Leeds. 1864. Destruction by fire of the " Savoy," London. In this building the Bible was translated in the reign of King James I. The Grand Lodge met at St.Catha- rines Bro. Maxwell William Strange, D. G. M. presiding, Bro. Cameron being in attendance on his parliamentary duties at Quebec. Bro. T.H. Grant, of Quebec, visited the brethren in Ulster, and was highly honoured in Belfast and London- derry. The Grand Lodge was called upon to mourn the loss this year of Brother Benjamin, Past G. M. ; Jno. Bailey Turner, Past D. G. M. ; General Archdell, M. P., D. G. M. of the G. L. of Ireland ; S. H. GUbert, M. P., Provincial G. M. of New Brunswick, and also of James Shannon, for many years W. M. of L. 0. L. No. Centreville m^ CHRONOLOGICAL T. LLE. 351 (Slabtown), whose determined courage in 1849, when a murderous attack was made by a mob of upwards of 400 armed navvies, saved the lives of his little band of 23 and conquered. In the Cemetery of St. Thomas Church, Belleville, a hand- some Scotch granite obelisk bears the following inscription : — IN MEMORY OF GEORGE BENJAMIN, For seven years Grand Master of the LOYAL ORANGE INSTITUTION OF BRITISH NORTH AMERICA, Died 7th Sept., 1864, aged G5 years. ERECTED BY HIS BRETHREN. 1865. Grand Lodge met at Goderich. Brother the Hon. John H. Cameron, Q.C., M.P., re-elected Grand Master. Death of Brother Nassau C. Go wan. Visit of Brother John Coyne, D.G.M., of Western Ontario, to the Mother Country. In Belfast, Derry, Glasgow, Dublin and London he is treated in a princely style. Banquets and public meetings to do him honour are great successes. Restoration of St. Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin, at the sole charge to Mr. Guinness of £156,000 sterling. One of the old field-pieces used during the siege of London- derry in 1698 was brought out in the Steamship Moravian to the compiler of this book. 1866. In connection with the Annual Session of the Grand Lodge of Ontario East, at Ottawa, a public enter- tainment was given in the Theatre Royal. The speeches delivered on that occasion were such as to evoke the following endorsement from Ireland : — "Tollymore Park, Co. Down, Ireland, "17th March, 1866. " Met here in private social re-union ; we have 1 ' 352 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. H tir w If U, - I t ' s - i lifll 1 1 : After (JhriHt. read with much interest and pleasure the account of the sayings and doings of our Canadian Orange Brethren on the 22nd of February, in aid of the County of Carleton Protestant Hospital. The loyal and Christian sentiments expressed are sucli as might be expected from the leaders of such a body of good men and true, and are particularly called for and grateful in times like the present. Brethren, 'We thank our God on every remembrance of you.' (Signed) [Seal] "Enniskillen, G.M. United King- dom. [Seal] " RODEN, D.G.M., G.L. of Ireland. [Seal' " Thomas Drew, D.D., G. Chap. [Seal] "Stewart Blacker, D.G.M. " Wm. Shannon, Esq., G.S., " Kingston, Upper Canada." l8G6. Fenian invasion of Canada, under General Sweeney. Thousands of our brethren respond to the call Bat- tle of Limebridge. Brothers McEachern, Smith, Defries, Tempest and A.lderson killed. Fenians re- treat to U.S. The Provinces of British North Ame- rica become united as the Dominion of Canada. First session of Parliament opened by Lord Monck, Gov- ernor-General. Grand Orange Conference held at Belfast. Brother Andrew Fleming, G.S., represents the G.L. of B.A. ; Brother OgleR Gowan, P.G.M., the P.G.L. of Western Ontario. The delegates are subsequently entertained in several of the large cities of England, Scotland and Ireland. Grand Lodge held at Brockville. Brother Andrew Flem- ing, G.S., presents his report of the Grand Confer- ance, and receives the unanimous thanks of the G.L., " for the prompt and satisfactory manner in which he discharged the duties of delegate from this G.L." 1867. Great Protestant demonstration at Hillsborough, CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 353 ry manner m After Christ. County of Down. The requisition calling the meeting was signed by ten British Peers, and many other brethren of high position in society. Hillsborough, to Protestants and Orangemen, is classic ground. Here, in 1690, when on his way to the Boyne, King William reviewed his troops ; here he granted to the Presbyterians of Ulster the Regiv/m JJonum : here, in 1834, was held one of the greatest Protestant meetings ever known in Ireland, at which the Rev. Dr. Cooke, smiting the Bible and Prayer Book together, said, " mercy and truth are met together, righteousness and peace have kissed each other." lie then pubhshed the banns of marriage between the Churches of Eng- land and Scotland, adding, " those whom God has joined together, let no man put asunder." 1867. The Orangemen of Eastern Canada, and the entire brotherhood generally, sustained a severe loss in the death of Brother James L. Mathewson, of Montreal, Provincial Grand Master. An affec- tionate relative, a sterling and upright merchant, a thoroughly Christian character. With him. *' 'Twas not the whole of life to live." In this year also died the Hon. and Right Rev. John Strachan, D. D., Lord Bishop of Toronto. Though not an Orangeman, it must be borne in mind that he was a very decided loyalist ; that when the rebels collected on Vonge Street, he was the first to volunteer as a private to assist in put- ting down the rebellion : that during fifty years of the most eventful period in the history of Upper Canada, he was one of the most active and un- wearied labourers in the cause of that Church to whose service he had been set apart at his conse- cration, and for these reasons he is well entitled to this brief notice. His funeral was the most mag- nificent ever seen in Toronto. Besides all the pub- w ■WHH 354 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, i After ChriHt. lie bodies who in their corporate character assem- bled to honour his remains, the volunteer force, horse, foot and artillery, and the troops of the re- gular army then in garrison, were all in the fune- ral cortege. The 13th Hussars, the 17th Regiment of foot, and the two batteries of Royal Artillery, together with the Volunteer Battery, the Foot Ar- tillery company, the Grand Trunk Brigade, the 10th Royals, the Queen's Own, the Military School Cadets and the Cavalry School Cadets, formed the military section ; then came the clergy, 150 in number, national societies, corporation offi- cials and police. Law Society and students; profes- sors, masters, students and pupils of the several colleges and schools, &c., &c. " A prince had fallen in Israel." The Grand Lodge met in Ottawa — Hon. John Hill- yard Cameron, Q.C., M.P., Grand Master, pre- siding. 1868. Grand Lodge met at Halifax, Nova Scotia, Bro. John Hillyard Cameron, Q.C., M.P., Grand Master. The Marquis of Abercorn is created Duke of Hamilton. Dreadful accident to the limited mail train at Abergeyle, by which Brother the Earl of Farnham and twenty-eight other passen- gers lose their lives. Death of the Rev. Henry Cooke, D.D. Murder of D'Arcy McGee, M.P., in the streets of Ottawa, at the instigation of the Fenians. 1869. Rebellion breaks out at the Red River. Bro. Tho- mas Scott is put to death by order of Louis Riel, the rebel chief. Patrick J. Whelan tried, con- demned and executed for the murder of McGee. The Grand Lodge met at Toronto, Bro. D'Arcy Boulton, D. G. M., presiding, in the ab- sence of Brother the Most Worshipful, who was detained by his parliamentary duties at Ottawa. CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 355 After OhriHt. Foundation stono of an Orange Hall laid on Princess Street, Kingston, Iwitli all honours, by Bro. Mackenzie Bo well, M.P., P.G.M., Kev. Wm. Burns, Grand Chaplain, and others. Election of Brother Wm. Johnston, of Ballykilbeg, to Par- liament, as the senior member for the Borough of Belfast. Great rejoicings, bonfires, torchlight pro- cessions and public meetings in honour of the event. The writer of this notice was the first man in Canada to receive the intelligence, and by consequence Kingston was the first place to lead ott* in the series of rejoicings that followed. A large torchlight procession, a great bonfire, and a public meeting in the City Hall. This was on the third day after Mr. Johnston's triumphant return. Toronto, Belleville, Port Hope and other places followed suit. 1870. Visit of H. E. H. Prince Arthur to Canada. Earl Grenville declares in the House of Lords, " That Great Britain will defend Canada at any cost of blood and treasure." Grand Lodge met at King- ston, Brother D'Arcy Boulton, Q. C, D. G. M., presiding. Brother Lieut.-Col. Mackenzie Bowell, M.P., elected Grand Master. Brother Wm. John- ston, M.P., obtains the repeal of the Party Proces- sion Act. Fenian Invasion of Canada at Pigeon Hill, under General O'Neill. Upwards of two hundred rebels are driven back into the United States by a small force of CO Protestant farmers. As often as a Fenian crosses the line into Canada, he is put down. Erection of a Monument in the Queen's Park, Toronto, to the memory of the youths who fell at Ridge way. Lieut.-Col. Wolse- ley (a descendant of that General Wolsely, who assisted in driving the enemy like a flock of sheep on the great day of Newtownbutler, in 1689), marches the force with which he is entrusted from Ontario into Manitoba., and takes possession of 356 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. After Christ. 1871. *1 I i i 1 Fort Garry. Louis Kiel flees from the Dominion. France declares war against Prussia — fearful mistake. Napoleon surrenders and is banished. Eugenie and the Prince Imperial flee into Eng- land. Rome captured by Victor Emanuel. Queen Isabella of Spain abdicates. Grand Orange Conference held in Toronto. Bros. Stewart Blacker, of Carrick Blacker ; Rev. S. G. Potter, D.D., of Sheffield ; Wm. Shortiss, of Liverpool, and Professor Thomas Macklin, of Glasgow, were the delegates from, and represen- tatives of, the Grand Lodges of England, Ireland and Scotland. Meetings and Entertainments in their honour took place at Quebec, Montreal, Ot- tawa, Pembroke, Kingston. Belleville, Port Hope, Toronto, Hamilton, and St. Catharines. Magni- ficent procession of Orangemen, Apprentice Boys and Young Britons, in Toronto. Speeches in the Queen's Park by the Delegates, and by local celebrities. In this year we were called to lament the re- moval from us by death of Bro. the Right Hon- ourable the Earl of Roden, D.G.M. ; Lieut. -Col. Sir William Verner, Bart., M.P., and Rev. Thomas Drew, D.D., Grand Chaplain, all of the G. 0. L. of Ireland. Bro. Captain W. W. Madden, County Grand Master of Monaghan, visits Canada. Grand Lodge met at Hamilton. Bro. Lieut.-Col. Mackenzie Bowell, M.P., Grand Master. End of the Franco-Prussian War. The Apprentice Boys of Derry in their December celebration (the shut- ting of the Gates), are interfered with by the mili- tary and authorities. Several arrests were made, and amongst others, Mr. John Rea, Solicitor. Neither an Orangeman nor an Apprentice Boy was made prisoner. An action was brought against Colonel Hillier, the commanding officer. He was CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 357 and Master After Christ. fined heavily for the offence, and the Lord Chief Justice declared, " That the proceedings were grossly illegal, and a dangerous encroachment on the prerogatives of the Sovereign." " Ulster Scott" one of the leading writers for the press, thus lauds the men of Derry : ^' Your mighty victory has filled the Protestants of Ulster with unbounded jubila- tion. Your wonderful triumph is the triumph of the loyalists of the British Empire." 1872. Grand Orange Lodge met at Montreal, Bro. Lieut.- Col. Mackenzie Bo veil, M. P., presiding. A let- ter was read from the compiler of these notices informing the Grand Lodge of the proposed visit to Canada of that champion of truth and liberty, Brother William Johnston, M. P., G. D. M. of the G. 0. L. of Ireland. The receipt of this let- ter gave unbounded satisfaction to the brother- hood. A thrill of joyful anticipation and delight coursed through the veins of the brotherhood all over Canada at the intelligence. Several letters were written to the Editor of the Montreal Wit- ness, asking if the news were really true. Not long were the brethren kept in suspense, for a few (lays afterwards the following telegraphic despatch appeared in the newspapers : Quebec, July 2nd, 1872. Wm. Shannon, Esq.,— Arrived here safely at 6 a.m., per steamship Austrian. Your programme will be stictly adhered to. — Wm. Johnston. The programme referred to contained the route and mode of travel from Quebec to London, and also included the dinners, suppers, soirees, public meetings and processions at which .he distinguished visitor was expected to be present as a guest of the Loyal Orange Institution. The places inclu- ded were Quebec, Montreal, Ottawa, Arnprior, Brockville, Kingston, Picton, Belleville, Shannon- ville, Cobourg, Port Hope, Peterboro', Lindsay, 358 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. 1 i A w 'I .; ' After Christ. Omemee, Toronto, Hamilton, St. Catharines, Nia- gara Falls and London. How well the brethren discharged their duty to their guest is generally known. The most Worshipful the Grand Master was Brother Johnston's companion on the first part of his tour, and during the remainder he was escorted by Brother Captain James Johnson, of Kingston. The following brief note sent ashore by the Pilot at Father Point will shew what our guest thought of the way in which the programme was carried out : S. S. Pkussian, 21st August. My dear Brother Shannon, — As yours was the first letter I received at Quebec, on landing, so this is the last I write ere my departure. Many thanks for all your great trouble. Everywhere, and at all places, this told on the demonstrations. I shall ever remember all that you have done. Farewell. God bless you.— Wm. Johnston. Illness of His Koyal Highness the Prince of Wales Supplications and prayers on his behalf made in all Protestant churches. 1873. Grand Orange Lodge met at Belleville, Bro. Lieut.- Col. Mackenzie Bowell, M.P., presiding. Grand Orange Conference at Glasgow. Canada is repre- sented by Bros. Boulton, Q.C., D.G.M. ; Herbert S. Macdonald, M.P., Provincial G.M. ; and Dr. Oronhyatekha. In compliment to the Canadians, Bro. D'Arcy Boulton is unanimously elected to the Chair. Great demonstration at Paisley. The Canadians ride in a carriage which was once the property of the Duke of Newcastle. The dele- gates are lionized over the principal cities of the three kingdoms. So many distinguished brethren were delighted to do them honours ; so numerous were the instances of kindness and attention that were shown to them ; and so many the places CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 359 After Christ, visited, that, in a brief notice such as this, there is not space to enumerate them, bro. \7m. White, Grand Director of Ceremonies, visits the brethren in New York, where he is well received, highly honoured, and presented with an address. 1874. Grand Orange Lodge met at St. Catharines, Bro. Lieut. -Col. Mackenzie Bo well, M.P., presiding. Visit of Bro. Eev. J. C. Aske, D. G. Chaplain, to the mother country. Is well received by the brethren. Deaths of Bros. John Coyne, M.P.P., and Dalton McCarthy, both Past Provincial Grand Masters of Ontario West. Bro. Capt. W. W. Madden, County Grand Master of Monaghan, brings from Dublin, and presents to Bro. Macken- zie Bowell, G. M., a very rare and valuable Bible, of the reign of King William III. 1875. Deaths of Brothers D'Arcy Boulton, D.G.M. ; Capt, Wm. W. Madden, C. G. Master of Monaghan ; and Wm. Archer, Assistant Grand Secretary, Dublin. Grand Lodge met at Sarnia. A Testimonial, valu- able as it was deserved, was presented by the Orangemen of the Dominion, through Pro. Wm. Johnson, of Belleville, during the se^iion, to the Most Worshipful Grand Master, Bro. Mackenzie Bowell, M.P, An open session for the purpose was held in the Court House, to which the public were admitted, Bro. Ogle R. Govvan,P,M.W.G.- M., occupied the Chair. The brilliancy and variety of regalia worn by the G.L., and the finery of the ladies who were present, combined to make a display such as was never before beheld in a G. L. Bro. Wm. Johnson, D. G. T., first read an address, which was signed by leading Grand Officers from all the Provinces of the Dominion. The addresswas beautifully engrossed and illumin- ated in colours, with Orange emblems and de- 360 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. i^if; After Christ, vices. The second article was a portrait of Bro. Bowell, by Mr. Sawyer, the eminent artist. The third article presented was one of the most com- plete and beautifully-engraved tea and breakfast services ever seen in Canada. It is of solid silver, from the manufactory of Messrs. Savage, Lyman & Co., Montreal, and cost $1,200. On the lid of the chest which contains the plate, on a silver shield, is the following inscription : — m PRESENTED TO LIEUT.-COL. MACKENZIE BOWELL, M.P., Most Worshipful Grand Master and Sovereign of the Grand Lodge of British America, BY HIS ORANGE BRETHREN, In grateful recognition of the eminent services rendered by him to the Orange Order, AND As a tribute to his worth as a man and a Member of Parliament. Sarnia, June, 1875. The whole supplemented by a purse of money, mak- ing the cash value of the present equal to $3,000, But he was worthy for whom they did this. The Grand Lodge passed a vote of thanks " to Brother William Johnson, of Belleville, Secretary to the Bowell Testimonial Committee, for his indefatiga- ble exertions in carrying to so successful a termi- nation the object of this Most Worshipful Grand Lodge, in reference to said testimonial." 1876. A magnificent statue in bronze of the Rev. Henry Cooke, D.D., executed in London, by Samuel F. Lynn, Esq., was this year erected in Belfast. To inaugurate the event, a call was made on the Orangemen of Ulster, and 150,000 responded. The CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE. 361 After Christ. I Member of Apprentice Boys of Derry occupied an honourable position in the cortege. Brother William Johnston, M.P., chief among his brethren, was at the head of the procession. 300 banners fluttered in the breeze, and an assemblage of loyal men covering seven miles, greater than any that ever hitherto had been witnessed in the Northern Athens, attested the veneration and affection felt in Ulster for the old man eloquent, " The O'Connell-quelling Cooke ! " The success of this vast Orange demonstration is chiefly to be attributed to the activity and zeal of Brother Wm. Johnston, M.P. Grand Orange Lodge met at Cobourg, Brother Lieut.- Col. Mackenzie Bo well, M. P., unanimously re- elected Grand Master. Grand Orange Conference held at Londonderry. Delegates representing Ire- land, Bro. the Earl of Enniskillen, G. M. ; Viscount Creighton, Major Stewart Blacker, Wm. Johnston, M.P., and Wm. James Gwynne, G. S. Delegates from Canada, Mackenzie Bowell, M.P., G.M. ] Wm. Anderson, G. T. ; John White, M.P., P.G.M. ; Wm. J. Parkhill, P.G.M. ; William Johnson, D.G.T. ; and Dr. Oronhyatekha. At the annual session of the Grand Lodge of Ireland, held at Clones, County Monaghan, in June, after reading a letter from Bro. Wm. Shannon, of Kingston, it was unanimously resolved, that Bros. Stewart Blacker, Wm. John- ston, and Wm. James Gwynne, be a committee to receive the Canadian delegates on their arrival at Londonderry. God Save the Queen. mmm THE POPES OF ROME. BY LOUIS MARIE DE CORMENIN. I The History of the Popes runs through a series of ages during which the Bishops of Rome, whose mission was to announce to men a divine religion, have forgotten it in their pride of power ; have outraged the morality of Christ, and become the scourge of the human race. Here is seen a frightful picture of monstrous debaucheries, bloody wars, memorable schisms and revolutions. Its recital embraces the long succession of Pontiffs celebrated for their crimes, or illustrious for their exploits. The wisdom of ages has caused blind fanaticism to dis- appear ; reason and tolerance have replaced the religious pas- sions which drove men to the most horrible extremes, and caused them to resemble tigers gorged with blood rather than human beings. The pride of Popes, and their insatiable ambition, found in absolute monarchs powerful and frequently docile auxili- aries, in imposing upon the people their execrable wishes, in overwhelming the weak, in aggrandising their estates, and at length in reaching so great a height of audacity, that they called themselves the representatives of God upon earth, and arrogated the right of giving away kingdoms, deposing princes, and dividing the world. The shades of ignorance then obscured the mind ; the peo- ple, stupefied in a frightful slavery, rent each other like wild beasts, in order to please their tyrants, and subserve their ill-regulated passions — ages of misfortune, massacres, incen- diarism and famine ! Abusing the credulity of the people, kings destroyed THE POPES OF ROME. 363 empires in their senseless sway, and made a desert alike of the city and the country. The Popes more loose and savage than the tyrants of ancient Kome and Byzantium, seated upon the pontifical chair, crowned with a triple diadem of pride, hypocrisy and fanaticism — surrounded by assassins, poisoners, and courtiers — surrendered themselves to all kinds of debauchery, and insulted the public misfortunes. But the darkness is dissipated ; murder, assassination, misery, and devastation have given place to truth — eternal truth, which the policy and the cruelty of kings had buried under the rubbish of empires ! History — great and magnificent lesson ! it wanders through the past when the pitiless barbarity of priests, aided by the ignorance of men, overwhelmed the world ; when the inhabitants of the country, naked and ragged, caused horror in the brigands themselves, who found noth- ing left to pillage but dead bodies. It recalls the epochs of disaster, confusion and solitude, when the smallest farm- houses among English, French and Romans, were armed against the wretches in the pay of kings and nobles, who were greedy for their prey ; all were bent on pillaging the labourer and massacring the people ; and, astonishing and horrible to relate, the very animals, accustomed to the sound of the tocsin, a signal of the arrival of the soldiery, ran without guides to their hiding places. Nations will learn to judge of emperors and kings, inflexi- ble and inexorable despots, who drove on millions of men to cruel wars, in order to sustain the most unjust pretensions, augment the number of their slaves, increase their wealth, satisfy the unbridled luxury of their courtiers, satiate the avidity of their mistresses, or perhaps occupy the unquiet and restless spirit of a king devoured with ennui. The people will learn great truths from history : they will learn by what bold impiety, what sacrilegious deeds, popes and kings have been the causes of the greatest misfortunes to Europe, during two thousand years of tyranny and fana- ticism. During the reign of Tiberius appeared a man, the son of mm I m \i 364 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. Mary, called Christ. The nations were plunged in ignor- ance ; the law of Moses was obscured by human traditions ; the morals of Israelites, and those of other people, were in a like degree of corruption. This man, all extraordinary, all divine, did not content himself with mourning over the human race. He preached, he dogmatised, he taught a code of severe morality, opposed to the corrupt maxims of the age. His disciples, chosen from among the people, taught, as they had learned from their divine Master, sage precepts, a holy and rigid morality, a mysterious doctrine and incom- prehensible dogmas. The disciples of Christ did not employ force to cause men to receive their precepts ; on the contrary they were persecuted in all ways, and their preach- ing, aided by their example, made the most rapid progress. They persecuted the man of God. They pursued him with a fury equal to the zeal with which He bore witness against vice ; and He terminated his divine mission by an infamous punishment. The first Christians were distinguished by the names of brethren — holy, faithful ; they were humble, obscure, and poor, working with their own hands for their subsistence. They spread themselves secretly in peace ; some went to Rome, mixed up among the Jews, to whom the Romans permitted the exercise of their worship in the synagogue. It was towards the year 60 of our era, that the Christians commenced separating themselves from the Jewish com- munion. They separated themselves on account of the vio- lent quarrels among the synagogues scattered through Rome, Greece, Egypt and Asia ; they were accused of atheism by their Jewish brethren, and excommunicated three times on the Sabbath day. Many churches were formed, and the separation became complete between the Jews and Christians. The Romans had an equal contempt for both. This people, the most tolerant on the earth, permitted their extravagance so long as they did not interfere with the order of things established by law ; but when these obscure sectarians became persecu- tors — when they spat upon the images of the gods — when THE POPES OF ROME. 365 they overthrew their statues, then the Prefect of Rome gave them up to the axe of the lictors. In the first age the apostles and their successors conceaUnl themselves in the catacombs of Rome, wandering about in villages and caverns. The popes had not yet an episcopal throne ; they did not step upon the heads of kings ; they did not overthrow empires. The alms of the neophytes rendered the place of bishops in the great cities very lucrative ; their credit extended it- self because of their wealth ; their insolence and audacity increased in a like proportion, and their formidable power raised itself by a deception of the people. When the churches received a form, they recognised five orders ; the superintendent of souls, the bishops ; the elders of the society, who were the priests ; the servants or deacons ; the initiated or believers, who partook of the love feasts ; the cathechumens, who were awaiting baptism : all these dressed like the rest of mankind, nor were they constrained to preserve celibacy. Becoming more numerous, they raised themselves up against the Roman empire, and forced the magistrates to act with severity against a sect which troubled the public order. They did not punish the Jews, who were separated from the Christians, and who shut themselves up in their synagogues ; they permitted to them the exercise of their religion, as that of all other worships. But the Christians, declaring themselves enemies of all other religions, and especially of that of the empire, were many times punished by its laws. From this crowd of martyrs have the priests of Rome filled their legends. His- torians affirm that few Christians perished as martyrs ; no one was persecuted for his religious belief, but for acts for- bidden by all laws. Councils even were tolerated ; they recount five in the first century, six in the second, and thirty in the third. The emperors beheld with contempt, sometimes with indignation, the progress of this new religion, which was elevating its worship on the ruins of the gods of the empire. Diocletian, who passes for a persecutor, was, during more 1 I iillii 366 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. than eighteen years, the avowed protector of the Christians ; they occupied important places about his person ; he even married a Christian, and permitted them in Nicomedia, his residence, to build a superb church opposite to his palace. Galerius convinced Diocletian that this sect, which he had protected, was intoxicated with fanaticism and fury. The emperor published an edict for the destruction of the church in Nicomedia ; a fanatic tore it to pieces. Informa- tion was laid and proof found of a wide-spread conspiracy, which extended itself from one end of the kingdom to the other. Antioch, Jerusalem, Caisarea and Alexandria, were filled with these intolerant innovators. The hearth of this fire was in Italy, Rome, Africa and Asia Minor. More than two hundred thousand of the conspirators were condemned to death. We arrive at the epoch when Constantine placed Christi- anity upon the throne. From thence we see Christians, animated by a furious zeal, persecuting without pity, fanning the most extravagant quarrels, and constraining Pagans, by fire and sword, to embrace Christianity. Constantius Chlorus had a Christian concubine, the mother of Constantine, and known as Saint Helena. Caesar Constantius Chlorus died at York in England, at a time when the children, whom he had by the daughter of Maxi- milian Hercules, his legitimate wife, could make no preten- sions to the empire. Constantine, the son of his concubine, was chosen emperor by six thousand German, Gallican and British soldiers. This election made by the soldiery, with- out the consent of the Senate and Roman people, was ra- tified by his victory over Maxentius, chosen emperor at Rome — and Constantine mounted a throne soiled with murders. An execrable parricide, he put to death the two Licinii, the husband and son of his sister ; he did not even spare his own children, and the empress Fausta, the wife of this mon- ster, was strangled by his orders in a bath. He then con- sulted the pontiflfs of the empire to know what sacrifices he should offer to the gods in order to make expiation for his crime. The sacrificing priests refused his oflerings, and he was repulsed with horror by the high priest who exclaimed, THE POPES OF ROME. 3r.: " Far from hence be parricides, whom the goila never par- don." After this a priest promised him pardon for his crimes, if he should become purified in the water of baptism — and the emperor became a Christian. He then left Rome, and founded his new capital of (Con- stantinople, During his r«;ign the ministers of the Chris- tian religion commenced showing their ambition, which had been concealed during three centuries. Assured of impun- ity, they cast the wife of Maxentius into the Orontes, mur- dered his relatives, massacred the magistrates in Kgypt and Palestine, drew from their retreat the widow and daughter of Diocletian, and threw them into the sea. Constantine assembles the Council of Nice, exiles Arius, recalls him, banishes Athanasius, and dies in the arms of Eusebius, the chief of the Arians, having been baptized on the bed of death, in order to escape the punishment of hell. Constans, the son and successor of Constantine, imitates all his barbarity ; like him, he assembles councils, which proscribe and anathematise. Athanasius sustains his party in Europe and Asia by combined skill and force ; the Arians overwhelm him. Exiles, prisons, tumults and assassinations, signalize the termination of the abominable life of Constans. Jovian and Valentinian guarantee entire liberty of con- science. The two parties exercise against each other hatred and merciless rage. Theodosius declares for the Council of Nice. The Em- press Justine, who reigned in Illyria and Africa, as the tutoress of the young Valentinian, proscribes him. The Goths, Vandals, Burgundians and Franks hurl them- selves upon the provinces of the empire ; they find the opinions of Arius established in them, and the conquerors embrace the religion of the conquered. The Pope Anastasius calms,by|his justice and his toleration, the religious quarrels which separate the churches of the East and West ; but the hatred of the priests soon termi- nated, by crime, a life which had been glorious for religion, and dear to humanity. Mahomet appeared in the seventh century. A skilful im- postor, he founds a new religion, and the greatest empire of IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1.25 i^m Wilis ^'l il32 IM Hi 1.4 IIIIM IIIM 1.6 <»- Photographic Sciences Corporation ,-\ «^ N? :\ \ % V 4> O^ "Q^ \^ <^ :'^ > m\ i hsv ili 'II II 368 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. the world. Banished from Mecca, he re-assembled his disci- ples, establishes the foundation of his theogony, and marches to the most surprising conquests. The Christians were divided by gross heresies. The Per- sians made a terrible war on the empire of the east, and pursued Jews and Catholics with an implacable hatred. All was confusion in church and state. The bishops had not yet arrogated to themselves temporal jurisdiction ; but the weakness of the empire of the west gave rise to this scandalous usurpation, which has covered Europe with butcheries, disasters and ruin. Pepin, King of France, allies himself in succession with Popes Zachary and Stephen. In order to cloak from the eyes of the people his usurpation of the crown of France, and the murder of his brother, he surrenders to the Holy See the domains in Romagna, taken from the Lombards. Stephen the Third, an hypocritical priest, does not delay to signalize his new power, by the excess of the most fright- ful ambition. Under Stephen the Sixth, fury is at its height. The clergy are divided into factions, and the pope is chosen in the midst of the carnage. The pontiff, after his victory, put out the eyes, and tore out the tongue, of Constantino the Second, his predecessor. Charlemagne invades Lombardy ; deprives his nephews of their inheritance ; despoils his brother-in-law to punish him for having undertaken their defence, carries him to Lyons in chains, and condemns him to terminate his days in prison. Then Leo the Third placed a crown of gold upon his head, and a mantle of purple upon his shoulders. But the descendants of Charlemagne could not preserve at Rome the influence this usurper had acquired, by granting to the popes the land he had taken away from the Lom- bards. Paschal the First, by a criminal boldness, put out the eyes and cut off the heads, in the patriarchal palace of the Lat- eran, of Theodorus, a high officer of the Roman church, and of Leo his son-in-law, because he had remained faithful to Lothaire. On the death of this pope the people endea- THE POPES OF ROME. 369 voured to prevent his burial, and wished to draw his dead body through the streets of Rome. Eugenius, his successor, occupies himself in transporting from the sepulchres of Italy putrefied bones, the frightful vestiges of human nature. He sent them into France, Ger- many and England, and sold them to Christian Europe. Leo the Fourth has the impudence to assure the bishops of immunity for the most frightful crimes. After the death of Leo, a woman mounts the chair of St. Peter, celebrating mass, creating bishops, and giving her feet to be kissed by princes and people. The popess Joan becomes enceinte by a cardinal, and dies in the pangs of child-birth, in the midst of a religious ceremony. In the ninth century the Greek and Latin churches sepa- rate. Religious differences cause five centuries of murders, carnage, and frightful wars ; and twenty-five bloody schisms in the west soil the chair of Rome. The Arabs and Turks overwhelm the Greek and African churches, and elevate the Mahomedan reUgion upon the ruins of Christianity. The Roman church maintains itself, .amid troubles, dis- cords and ruin. During this epoch of anarchy, the bishops and abbots in Grermany become princes, and the popes ob- tain absolute power in Rome. Stephen the Seventh, driven on by a pitiless rage, orders the sepulchre of Formosus to be despoiled, causes them to take out from it the dead body, and horrible to relate, has it brought into the synod assembled to degrade him. Then this frightful body, covered with the pontifical habits, is interrogated in the midst of scandalous and infuriate cla- mour. " Why hast thou, being Bishop of Portus, usurped, through ambition, the universal see of Rome l " Then the pope, pushed on by execrable barbarity, orders his three fingers and head to be cut off, and his dead body to be cast into the Tiber. Sergius invades the pontifical chair. He leads publicly a life, soiled with debaucheries, with the famous courtezan Marozia. Their son becomes pope, under the name of John the Twelfth, and surpasses them by his monstrous crimes. 370 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. H n r 'i\ Calvin, sublime spirit, causes his powerful voice to be heard, and continues the progress of the religious reforma- tion. Julius the Third fulminates his anathemas against the Lutherans, and puts them to death in the most cruel manner. Joining depravity to cruelty, he elevates to the cardinalate a young lad employed about his palace in the double capacity of keeper of the monkeys and minion to the Pope. Paul the Fourth excites the fury of the King of France against the Protestants forms an execrable league for their destruction, and fills all Europe with his ravages. At his death the Eoman people freed from his frightful yoke, force the dungeons of the inquisition, set fire to the prisons, knock down the statue of the pope, break off his head and right hand, drag them during three days through the streets of Rome, and cast them into the Tiber. Pius the Fourth terminates the Council of Trent, and this great event does not produce any sensation among the people. This pontiff, desirous of arresting the downfall of the Holy See, excites the fanaticism of Charles the Ninth and Philip of Spain, and these two princes meet at Bayonne to devise means' to exterminate the Calvinists. The beginning of the pontificate of Gregory the Thirteenth was signalized by the most horrible of all crimes, the mas- sacre of Saint Bartholomew, , an execrable plot, brought about by the councils of Spain and the suggestions of Pius the Fourth. Persecutions, butcheries, and wars had in- creased astonishingly the number of Calvinists ; Catherine de Medicis, that cruel and infamous Jezebel, not being able to exterminate them by force, had recourse to perfidy. Charles the Ninth, accustomed to cruelty, and furiously violent, adopted the criminal desires of the mother, and a general massacre of the Protestants was decreed. At midnight, on the eve of Saint Bartholomew, the clock of the palace gives the signal ; the tocsin is rung at St. Ger- main, and at its doleful sound soldiers surround the dwell- ing of the Protestants, and kill in their beds children and old men. They seize the females, and after having violated them, open their wombs And draw out half-formed children, THE POPES OF ROME. 383 tear out their hearts, and with savage ferocity rend them with their teeth and devour them. A thing almost incredible, so horrible is the action, oc- curred ; this Charles the Ninth — this king to be execrated of all ages — armed with an arquebus, fired from one of the windows of the Louvre upon the unfortunates who saved themselves by swimming the river. One window still re- mains, an imperishable monument of the barbarity of kings. Gregory the Thirteenth addressed his felicitations to Charles on the remarkable success of the enterprise. On the death of the pope, the Cardinal of Montalto entered the conclave, old, broken down, and supported upon a crutch. The ambition of the cardinals concentrated their suffrages upon the old man, who appeared so nigh to death. They summed up the votes and scarcely had half of them voted, when, without waiting for the conclusion, Montalto cast his crutch into the middle of the hall, drew himself up to his full height, and thundered forth the Te Deum with a voice so loud and clear, that the vault of the chapel resound- ed with it. He becomes pope under the name of Sextus the Fifth. Hypocritical and inflexible, he allies himself secretly with Queen Elizabeth, and launches anathemas against her king- dom ; he then excommunicates the King of Navarre and the Prince of Conde, in order to revive in France the forms of fanaticism. Clement the Seventh renews the proud scenes of his pre- decessors ; he wishes to compel Henry the Fourth to come to him in person, with naked feet, in order to undergo a proper discipline, and to learn that he held his crown as the gift from the pope. But ambassadors were received in his stead, and this humiliating ceremony took place in the church of St. Peter's at Rome, in the presence of the people. Gregory the Fifteenth excites Louis the Thirteenth to persecute the Protestants. He renews the war in Bohemia, and not being able to corrupt the people of Geneva, orders the Duke of Savoy to destroy them. Under Urban the Eighth, the celebrated Galileo, that old man who had passed seventy years in the study of the i .* .' « DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST, secrets of nature, is brought before the inquisition, con- demned, cast into prison, and forced to retract this great truth, " that the earth moves round the sun." Clement the Ninth, of a lofty soul and prodigious know- ledge, encourages the arts, recompenses savanSy and surrounds the pontifical throne with all the lustre of the age. He diminishes the imposts, employs his treasures in succouring the Venetians and the Isle of Candia against the infidels ; he suppresses the religious orders which pressed heavily on the people, and who, under the guise of piety, abandoned them- selves to idleness and debauchery. By his eloquence and moderation he appeased the inter- minable quarrels of the Jansenists and MoUenists, and ar- rested the ill-regulated ambition of Louis the Fourteenth, who was desolating Europe by his destructive wars. The intrigues of the Jesuits gave up to the Turks the Isle of Candia; this generous pope, struck to the heart by the treason of these unworthy priests, launches an anathema upon them, and dies after a reign of three years. The Holy See has never been occupied by a more virtuous man than Clement the Ninth ; his memory should be dear to Christianity, and the mind reposes in contemplating it from the long catalogue of crimes which the history of the popes offer to us. Under Innocent the Eleventh, the persecutions against the Lutherans and the Calvinists recommence ; churches are demolished, cities destroyed, eighteen thousand Frenchmen are put to death, and the Protestants driven from the king- dom. Innocent the Eleventh, as Gregory the Thirteenth had done on the occasion of St. Bartholomew, addresses his con- gratulations to the King of France, and commands public rejoicings to be made in his honour at Rome. The reign of Clement the Eleventh is agitated by religi- ous quarrels. The Jesuits in China are accused of offering there the same worship to Confucius as to Jesus Christ. The pope sends the Cardinal Journon to Pekin, charged to reform this culpable idolatry. This virtuous prelate dies a victim to his zeal, in the midst of the cruel persecutions which the Jesuits excite against him. THE POPES OF ROME 385 This terrible congregation, encouraged by the pope, ex- tends its odious power over kingdoms, and inspires terror among all people. Clement the Eleventh publishes the famous bull Uni- geiiitus, which excites general indignation, and continues religious quarrels up to his death. Benedict the Thirteenth wishes to renew the scandal occasioned by this bill of disorder ; but philosophy now commences to make progress, and his pretensions, which at other times would have caused torrents of blood to flow, only excited contempt. The moderation of Benedict the Fourteenth repairs the evils occasioned by his predecessors. He terminates the religious quarrels, repulses the Jesuits, moderates the bull Unigeniius, and puts an end to the troubles which were afflicting France. This pope, one of the luminaries of the Church, carries into the chair of the pontiffs a spirit of toleration, which extends a salutary influence everywhere. The religion of Christ is no longer imposed on the world by persecution and fanaticism. Benedict exhibits,in the high functions of the priesthood, an enlightened mind, great maturity of judgment, a profound wisdom which no pas- sions trouble, a perfect disinterestedness, and an extreme love of justice. He reforms the morals of the clergy, suppresses orders of monks who were odious to all, employs his treasures in founding hospitals, establishing public schools, and reward- ing magnificently the arts. He calls upon all to profit by the advantages of science, and to come forth from the shades of ignorance. Clement the Thirteenth imitates neither the virtues nor the moderation of his predecessor ; he openly protects the Jesuits, launches forth anathemas, and prepares the ruin of the Holy See. The excesses of the Jesuits had tired out the people, their crimes and their ambition aff'righted kings, universal hatred demands their expulsion ; they are driven from France. They are banished from the states of the King of Spain in Europe, Asia and America ; driven from the two Y Hilil It I ^i h 386 DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. ,t Sicilies, Parraa and Malta. The order is exterminated in almost all the countries which had been the theatre of it& power, in the Phillipines, Peru, Mexico, Paraguay and Brazil. France bestows upon the pope Avignon and the county of Venaissin, a« an appurtenance to his crown. The King of Naples, on the other hand, seized upon the cities of Benevento and Ponte Carvo. The famous bull In Ccena Domini^ a monument of mad- ness and pride, which the pope yearly fulminated from Rome since the time of Paul the Third, is proscribed. The pontifical darkness commences to be dissipated ; princes and people no longer prostrate themselves at the feet of the servant of servants of God. Clement the Thirteenth sees the colossal power of Rome falling to pieces, and dies of chagrin in not being able ta retard its fall. Clement the Fourteenth causes philosophy to mount the seat of the popes. For a short period he retains the ponti- fical power of tiie Holy See ; his character and moderation restoring to him the power which the absurd fanaticism of his predecessors had alienated. Portugal broke with the See of Rome, and wished to* have a patriarch of her own. The courts of France, Spain and Naples were indignant at the ridiculous excommuni- cation of the Duke of Parraa, by the Holy See. Venice reformed, without the assent of the pope, the religious com- munities which impoverished the nation. Poland wishes to diminish the authority of the Holy See. Even Rome permits its indignation to shine forth, and appears to have forgotten that she had been mistress of the world. Clement, by skilful policy, and consummate wisdom and prudence, arrests this movement ; but the priests, the enemies of toleration, did not pardon the pontiff, and he died of poison. Then liberty, that rock of reason, imparted its sublime light to all minds ; men commenced to break the dark chains of superstition. An universal disquiet manifested itself in. the masses, a happy presage of moral revolutions. THE POPES OF ROME. 387 Pius the Sixth wishes to seize upon the wonderful power of the Pontiffs of Rome, and pursues the execrable policy of his predecessors. The Emperor of Austria, Joseph the Second, stops the increase of convents, which threatened to overrun his king- dom, suppresses bishoprics, forms seminaries, and protects his states against the rule of the Holy See. The Grand Duke of Tuscany prepares the same reforms ; dissolves the convents, abolishes the authority of the nuncios, and prohibits the priests from appealing to Rome for judgment. At Naples, a philosophical minister takes from the avarice of the pope indulgences, the collection of benefices, his nomi- nation to vacancies. He refuses the tribute of a hackney, richly caparisoned, shod with silver, and carrying a purse of six thousand ducats — a disgraceful tribute, which the nation paid t© the pontiff. The sovereign approves of the policy of his minister, pro- hibits the introduction of bulls into his states, orders the bishops to give up the dispensations they had purchased at Rome, takes away from the pope the power of nominating bishops for the two Sicilies, and drives the internuncio from his kingdom. The French Revolution is at hand. The States General at Versailles ordain reforms in the clergy, abolish the mon- astic vows and proclaim liberty of conscience. The pope excites bloody troubles in Avignon, in order to re-attach it to the Holy See. His pretensions are repulsed by the National Assembly, which solemnly pronounces the union of this city to France. Italy is conquered by the French armies. Pius the Sixth, a coward and a hypocrite, begs for the alliance of the repub- lic. But the justice of a great nation is inflexible. The assassination of General Dupont demands great reparation. The pontiff is carried from Rome, conducted to the fortress ot Valence, and terminates his debased career by cowardice and perfidy. The conclave assembles at Venice. After an hundred and Ml 1'!' 'i I . ,! ^It DOMINION ORANGE HARMONIST. four days of intrigue, the Benedictine Chiaramonti was chosen pope under the name of Pius the Seventh. The pontiff forms an alliance with the republic, and signs the famous concordat. A new era commences for France; the republic gives place to the empire, and Napoleon mounts the throne. The pope is forced to go to Paris, in order to consecrate the emperor, and augment the magnificence of this imposing ceremony. The weakness of the character of Pius the Seventh delivers him up defenceless to the plots which the hatred of the clergy contrive with the enemies of the emperor. Napoleon, indignant at the machinations directed against his power by the counsellors of the pope, made a decree, which changes the government of Eome, declares the reunion of the estates of the church to the empire, and the sovereign pontiffs deprived of temporal authority. The ancient boldness of the clergy has survived revolu- tions ; Pius the Seventh essays the thunders of the Vatican. The bull of excommunication is affixed during the night in the streets of Rome ; it calls the people to revolt, excites them to carnage, and designates the French for public ven- geance. But Rome, delivered from the sacerdotal yoke, is deaf to the appeal of fanaticism. Wars succeed in Europe, kingdoms are conquered, old gov- ernments overthrown, and Napoleon at length falls beneath the blows of the kings whom he has crowned. His catastrophe changes the destinies of nations, and restores to the pope the inheritance of St. Peter. Pius the Seventh makes a triumphant entHe into Rome, and at length dies surrounded by cardinals, in the pomp and magnificence of power. Since then, two popes have occupied the chair of St. Peter, but their silent passage marks no place in the history of nations. The French Revolution of 1848 again inspires the Romans with a desire for liberty. Austria seizes on some of the Roman cities — the people demand the expulsion of the invader — the Pope refuses their request — the Romans 1ST. THE POPES OF HOME. 389 ramonti was th. lie, and signs (public gives throne. The nsecrate the [lis imposing of Pius the )ts which the mies of the ions directed )ope, made a ►me, declares empire, and ihority. vived i-evolu- the Vatican. : the night in evolt, excites r public ven- lotal yoke, is ered, old gov- Is beneath the s catastrophe to the pope e into Rome, he pomp and chair of St. n the history I the Eomans some of the Ision of the he Komans assemble and decree that the popes shall be deprived of their temporal authority — the pope flies from his kingdom in the disguise of a footman — enters Naples, and is welcomed by the king, who had just caused about 5,000 of his subjects (of all ages and sexes) to be butchered by his soldiers. The king kneels at the feet of Pius, who blesses him and styles him " The most righteous king in Europe ! " Austria leagued with France, then governed by Louis Napoleon, undertakes to reinstate the pope. Ancona and Bologna are besieged by the Austrians, and the people slaughtered. Rome itself is besieged by the French, who are often repulsed. But the city having at length fallen into their hands, the patriots are massacred, their property confiscated, and the most holy pope reinstated by the French and Aus- trian bayonets. The proud pontifls who launched anathemas on kingdoms, gave or took away empires, extended over the people the yoke of fanaticism and terror, now, protected by Austria, protected by the oppressors of the people, basely seek the protection of kings in order to trample upon the Romans, and maintain upon their head the pontifical tiara. People of Italy, arise from your lethargic slumber — con- template the capitol — recall the remembrance of ancient Rome and her glorious destiny ! Let but your legions arise, and the shades of the great will march at their head to conquer in the name of liberty. H i!.^^^ i -t, •I ^i !.'! INDEX. PAGE Army and Navy, The 6 Anti-Repeal Song 22 APlacetoDie 24 A Song of Deliveranoe 47 And do our Irish Protes- tants 79 Admiral Nelson 172 Arch Marksman 115 Admiral Howe's Victory.. 225 Arrival of King William, The 268 A Maiden Pined by Derry's Walls 311 Burial of Sir John Moore 25 Battle of the League 45 Battle of the Diamond 93, 221,254 Battle of the Baltic 152 Battle of the Nile 160 Battle of the Boyne 255 Battle of Garvagh 284 Battle of Salamanca 155 Battle of Glenoe 127 Breaking-up Song 48 Boyne Water, The 81, 286 Bible and Crown 135 Britannia's Revenge 176 British Grenadiers 181 Boyne, The 210 Black Man's Dream, The 114 BallykUbeg , 234 Breaking of the Boom 244 Bide your Time 307 Babylon and Tyranny 272 PAGE Chesapeake and Shannon 9 Contrast, The 30 Church of our Fathers.... 38 Charlotte Elizabeth, To the Memory of 74 Chosen Few, The 158 Cardinal Wiseman 1(}4 Church of England 173 Cannon of the 'Prentice Boys 215 Croppies Lie Down 98 Come, Cheer up, my Lads 108 County Tyrone, The 249 Camperdown, Light of 226 Crimson Flag of Derry 282 Diamond will be trumps again, The 21 Deny 145 Death of Nelson.... 178 Dominion National Song... 213 Down with the Pikes 224 Derry, For the commemo- ration of the Shutting theGatesof 104 Death of Duke Schomberg. 290 Derry, Welcome of the citi- zens of, to the Channel Fleet 321 Enniskillen 20 Emerald Isle 142 England's Wooden Walls. . . 178 England, the home of the world 182 392 INDEX, I I r. \ ';.j PAGE Flaunting Flaff of Liberty. 2 For the funeral of a brother 40 For faction we meet not... 60 Fill the sparkling Goblet. . . 78 Fermanagh, To 131 Fine true-hearted Protes- tant 186 Fourth of November 101 For the commemoration of Shutting the Gates of Derry 104 From every hill and valley 233 Flag raised here in Eighty- eight 283 For God and Victory 316 For the Relief of London- derry 322 For the dedication of a hall 323 320 For the R. B. Degree ' ? 25 God save the Queen 1 God bless brave Cumber- land 34 Gunpowder Plot 42 God save the Queen (New) 132 Glorious Memory, The. . . . 171 Glorious First of August. . . 188 Great Britain, Stanzas as- cribed to 205 Gathering of the North .... 251 Good Old Way, The 258 Hark, the Merry Bells 6 Homes of England, The... 43 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah! 91 Heaving of the Lead 180 Harry Bluff 183 Hibemia's Sons 223 Hail to the Brave and Mighty Dead 241 Heart, Pocket and Hand.. 273 Initiation of a Brother 49 t*Af Invasion, The S Irish Protestant's Appeal toEngland g I'm afloat, Parody on Ifi I love the Church 30 King William 1 King George the Third.... 3 King William the Third. . . 6 King William the Third, Character of Vi King William the Third, Anniversary of Landing 2f King of the Emerald Isle. 12 Londonderry.... A Ladies of Deny 7 Lilliburlero (Original) 14 Lisburn, Song on Celebra- tion of 12th July at 2C Londonderry, Gates of 22 Mariners of England, The Maple Leaf, The Mackenzie's Petition to Payne " Massacre of St. Bartholo- mew Men of Truth Maiden City, The Men of England Mitchel and Meagher and all Men of Skinner's Alley .... 1 Medley 1 Marseillaise for the Ro- mans Marksman, The Marksman, The Purple.... Massacre of 1641 and the Siege of 1688-9 Monody on the Death of the Reverend Mortimer INDEX. 393 'he ^ Bstant's Appeal id 80 Parody on lo" Church 3(X) Lam iJ ge the Third.... 35 iam the Third... 60 liam the Third, er of ^ ^'* liara the Third, •sary of Landing 208 he Emerald Isle. 123 rry io Derry /^ ro (Original) U7 Song on Celebra- 12th July at 203 5rry, Gates of 230 of England, The 3 saf, The 5 le's Petition to 27 of St. Bartholo- 40 'riith.T.!'.'. 52 ^ity,The ^ Sngland •• <" and Meagher and 96 Skinner's Alloy.... 149 167 aise for the Ro- 174 ,an,"fhe".'. \\l an. The Purple.... 11» e of 1641 and the of 1688-9 232 V on the Death of .everend Mortimer PAGE O'Sullivan, D.D., (J.(.\ to 0.0. L. (.f Ireland 209 MuniDryof the days of yore 313 National Song 10 Nelson 39 No Surrender. 01, 02, 14.5, 21H No Repeal 13S Nelson, Death <.f 17S No Purgatory IMS New Protestant Boys 1 L"J No Surrender, A vindic.i- tion of llT) Now or Never ; Now and Forever 237 I <: .ange Lily, The 17 On the Death of the Rev. , Oeorge Walker 10 On the Death of His Royal Highness Frederick , Duke of York and Al- bany 32 O'Connell 30 I Our good old English prin- ciples 50 i On the Death of the Earl of Eldon iA Orange Booven 57 Orangemen's Submission, The 00 ; Orange Flag on the breeze 71 \ Orange Sentiments 1 29 ! Orange, Genius of 140 Orange Tree, The 150 Orangemen, Advice to 201 Orange Triumph , The 113 OrangeBanner, The bright 230 Orangemen's Resolve, The 240 Orangeman, The 274,298 Orange Standard, The.. .. 276 Orange Gathering Song ... 290 Orange Flag, The True ... 299 Orange Banner, The 301 Z PAOE Orange Yeomanry of '08... 302 Our Protestantism 08 Oliver's Advice - .. 69 Our Country's Saviour .... 141 On the Massacre of the Protestants 102 Old Pear Tree, The 317 O'Connell in Purgatory.... 110 Olden Memories 201 ( )urCo\nitry JvjubiiirQueen 2r>7 Our N(»ble Claud for a' that 277 Pitt 36 Pitt and Nelson 37 Peel's Apostasy 39 Protestant Boys 03 Protestantism, Our 08 Protestant Drum, The 89 Pretty Maid , The 165 Pope's Dream, The 190 Psalm XXIX 223 Popish Ty rai my 1 00 Protestant Hymn 243 'Prentice Boys of Derry, To the 251 'Prentice Girls, The 280 Protestants, Arm 308 Pr( >testant Battle Hy mn . . . 310 Prayer for the Queen 324 Prayer for Britain 325 Queen, God save the 1 Queen of Merry England. . 175 Queen, New God save the 132 Rule Britannia 4 Republic, We want no 12 Recollection of the Past .. 77 Rise, Sons of William 86 Relief of Derry, The 88 Royal Black Soi?g 156 Remembrances 161 Round 188 Revolution, The 97, 217 I! ft l Mir" -'Ml '§ i'-)- 394 INDEX. PAGE Receive the Crimson Ban- ner 279 Ridley and Latimer, The Martyrdom of 293 Sires of William's Glorious Reign 35 Son^ of Deliverance, A.... 47 Song for the Yeomen 53 Sons whose Sires with Wil- liam bled 73 Soul that once in Popish Cause 133 Six Priests 150 Salamanca, Battle of 155 Straw Humbug, The 1C2 Spanish Armada 185 Song of Miriam 200 Stanzas 200 Song for the Soldiers 207 Success to the Orange. wherever it goes 103 Standround, my brave boys lOG Shutting of tlie Gates of Derry, The 271 Schomberg 277 Secret of England's great- ness and glory 319 The diamond will be trumps again 21 The King, God bless him. 30 The Contrast 30 The Church of our Fathers 38 j Twelfth of July 59 j The Maiden City 64 j Truth and Liberty 72 ! The Ladies of Derry 73 i To the Memory of Char- lotte Elizabeth 74 The Boyne Water 81 The Shutting of the Gates of Derry 84 PAGK There's work enough for all 259 To die, but never yield. . . . 264 There's fortune on before us, boys 305 Ulster's Defiance 247 Ulster Matin Song 248 Up, Orangemen , up 254 Ulster to the rescue 294 Unfurl the Orange Stan- dard 309 Voice of Britain 11 Victory of the Boyne... 29, 306 When in War on the Ocean 8 We want no Republic 12 While vanquished Erin... 16 While Britain's Sons their Freedom Boast 24 Walker's Testimonial 45 Walker's Pillar 92, 130 We ne'er will relinquish the Orange and Blue... 137 Weep for the Hour 143 Who Dares to Speak of '98? 154 William of Orange 212 When Pharaoh Reigned... 99 When Martin Luther stood alone 239 Wake ! 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