SONG FOR THE WANGANUI VOLUNTEERS.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 4, Issue 193, 31 May 1860, Page 4

SONG FOR THE WANGANUI VOLUNTEERS.

There has risen an evil star, And the Maories from afar Threaten fierce and bloody war ; Their yells from Taranaki reach our ear ; But we watch with quiet eyes The lightning flash that flies Through the dark and stormy skies, Volunteers! For a gallant, noble band, ' The flower of all the land, Round the island homes ye stand; The faintest hearts have cast away their fears; The strong hearts they beat higher, And burn with sacred fire, . With the thoughts that ye inspire, Volunteers! Peace-compellers ! ’tis for you That we sing the songs anew _ Of the loyal and the true, Who guarded England’s honor in old years ; Sing the deeds your fathers wrought For the freedom that they sought, Sing the fields your fathers fought, Volunteers! Heaven grant we soon may see The dark rebels bow the knee, Own the Queen’s supremacy, Wash out their misdeeds with their blood and Be ready, early, late ! [tears; For well you serve the State, Though you only stand and wait, Volunteers 1

Adapted from the Scotsman, March 2.

Old Beaux of Brown Bess. —There are probably some old martinets who still retain their admiration of old Brown Bess, as she was when she wore powder in her prime; and who was preferable at that early period to what she became when, before discarded for her Enfield rival, she took to wearing caps.— Punch. The most difficult question of all—“ Who’s your friend ?”— Punch.