"kiss Me, Mother, And Let Me Go."

The following be.-uitiful Unes we linil in a recent number of the Spriugfigld Republican. The y nr by the nuthOr of 'Over the Kiver:" Have you henrd the newa that 1 iieard lo dav ï Tlie n ws Lhat tremblfl on evry lip ? The i-ky is.darkui' Bgain.tliey sny, And bivakers thretiten the good old ship. Our country calis on her sons ugain, To strike, in lier nnme, at a dasiard foe; She asbs for fix liundivd tliousanil men, Aad I would be oue, mutlier. Let ine go. The love of country was born wit.li me: 1 rtniembtr liuw my yt'Ung liemt -.vould Ibiill Wlien I used to sit on my randame's Unce And list i o story of Bunker Mili. Lilvgushi'd out tlierein a rich red flood; Mv grondsire feil in lhat flglit. you know - Would you have me eliame ihe brave old blood? Nay, kis8 me, motlu-r nd let me go. Oi:r flag, the flag of our hope and pride, With its stars and atripi-s, and if a üelj of blue, Is rnocked, insttlteii, torn down, defiled. And trampled upon by the rebel crew. Ancl cnglana and iranc.1 JooK on and snper "Ha.queen of tbe earth, Uiou art fallen luw, ' Earlli's down trodd millionsweep and [car, So kiss me, uiotluT, aiul lot ine go. Under the liurning Soutliern skie's, Our broUiers languish in hert siok puin, They tuvn to with tlicir plcading cyes; O, motber, say, slmll tlity lurn in vain? Their ranks tn (liiuning Ironi tun to sitn, Vet bravelj they liold ui bay Am foe; Shnll We let them die therc.one by ooeï Iíay,kÍ83 me, mother, and let me go. Can you selfishly eling to your liousi'holJ joys, Kct'.ifing the 6inallest ti.the tu vuïUI, While thouaands ofmothera a-e s nding boys Belovod as yours to tlie but.tle field? Can you soe inv country cali in vain, And restraia my ar ja frota 'the needful blow? Not so, tliougli youvheart sliould break with pain. You will kiss rue, bk'83 me, and bid me go. N. A. W. 1'. Winehendon, Mas?.