South Carolina, Thirty Years Ago

Un thü tourth ol Jiil.V, iöd, " ; pe Hi'jiice nv " was culebi'itted in Charleston by two separate rneetings, one, ihe Unioiiists, :ind the ó'her ihe Nuilifiers. Gfanel Hayn'é, tho Southern Champion, who vis so dieorrifitecl iu it.e tilt wíth Webiter, spoke to the Nnilitication meeting, aod Drayton to the Unionista. At the conclusión f Dmvton's powcrful ahd spleiidid oía tion, tha fWliowirig be;, tiiul ode "as cliunted by a full choir : Hail, our counuy'8 nntnl morn ! H il, mr prei ding kindre burn I Hail, thou banner, not yet torn 1 WaÍTig o'ep tlie frec 1 While ;his (iny , in 1'estiV' throng, Millions swiili iMe piUrio's song, Bfaall Ave not the mitos prolung ? HallowaJ jubilee I Wlio tfonld sevcr Fredom's shrine ? Who would dr:iw tho invidiou liue? Tbough by birth one spot be mine, Dear is all thereat. - Dear to ni' the Sout li s fair huid, Deiv the central moúnlHid band D ar Nuw England'e rocky S'raud, Duar ilie prairied West. By our altai'3 pure and Cree. Bv our law's dtítip rooted tree, By the paat's drcad memory, By our Washington - By our coninion kindred tongue, By uur hope8 - bright, bnoyant, young, By the tie of countrv'- sirong, We will etill be one Fathers ! have ye bled in Tftín ? Ages ! mut ye droop ngaih ? Maker ! shall wc ra lily stain Blessit gs sent by Thte ? No! receive our solemn vow, Wíüle befare thv throne we bow, Ever to mnintain as now, " Uuion - Liberty !" The Journal of Lommercc, in codmenting apon the scène, rotnarks that the " etiuct of the ode was truly sub lime. Whpn the choir catne to the last verse, the vvhole u dienee ,.rose spontaneously, and there was an awf'ul grandeur in thu sound of thounanda of voices exclaiming : No ! receive onr solemn vow. As before Thy throne we bow, Ever to maintuin as now, Union - Liberty ! ' Choir, and organ and harmony .vere urowned by the wild torrent of 'jfioulatlócm; bilt it starled feelings iot imsuited te the saoredness of the jlace of meeting, and the ligftt of the jplitied eye hnd to struggle through ears, md ibera was not a naan pressot whi would not at tbat moment lave iledLed life, fortune and sacred lotlif to UNION L'BUKTY ! ' We would respectf'ülly fucgest t Mir iroops thutthey can find nothing nore beautiful nor sublimely patriotio than the forefifoirig line? ; and the teÜÓUS hrurs of the camp, as vvell as the ueary rtiilee of the marot), would be a;reatly relievud by inging the song that South parolina (!) has funiished in the daj({ wfien her poets ere patriots. No better melody than " Auld Lang íyne" can be fonnd for those soiii-stirng words. Try it, boys.