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THE "LITTLE REBEL."-A lady temporarily residing among the Black Republicans in Northern Pennsylvania, writes to her husband in this city that an increase, in the form of a baby boy, had occurred in their family. In her own words, she adds: "Upon the sex of my baby being known, I proclaimed his name to be Jefferson Davis. The indignation with which this announcement was received, can be better imagined than described. No one pretends to call him by his proper name, but instead, the 'Little Rebel!' I had silently submitted to insulting abolition harangues until it was supposed I had been curod of all my secession proclivities. Judge, then, if you can, of the great surprise with which I treated the neighborhood in naming my baby!"-N. O. True Delta, Aug. 1.

SOUTHERN VIOLENCE.-Mr. Collins, son of Dr. Collins, a noted Methodist who escaped from the South some time since, relates the following::-"Miss Giernstein, a young woman from Maine, who had been teaching near Memphis, became an object of suspicion, and left for Cairo on the cars. One of the firemen overheard her say to some Northern men, "Thank God! we shall soon be in a land where there is freedom of thought and speech.' The fellow summoned the Vigilance Committee, and the three Northern men were stripped, and whipped till their flesh hung in strips. Miss G. was stripped to her waist, and thirteen lashes given her bare back."

Mr. Collins says the brave girl permitted no cry or tear to escape her, but bit her lips through and through. With head shaved, scarred, and disfigured, she was at length permitted to resume her journey toward civilization.-N. Y. Tribune, Aug. 7.

"Be it further Resolved, That on the top of each page, above the signature, shall be inscribed the fol Icwing:-'We, citizens of the city of Montgomery, Alabama, whose names appear signed below, do solemnly affirm, in the presence of God, that we will uphold, maintain, and support the Constitution of the Confederate States of America, and hereby pledge our lives and fortunes and most sacred honor in the defence of the rights of the citizens thereof.'

“Resolved, further, That all our citizens be requested to call at the Clerk's office, and sign their names in said register.”—Louisville Journal, Aug. 9.

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BARRING THEM OUT.-A little child who, in other days, had learned to revere the "Stars and Stripes,” upon being told that he must in future say and Bars," wanted to know whether the "bars" were to bar the Yankees out.-Mobile Evening News, Aug. 20.

BURNING OF HAMPTON, VA.-The subjoined reminiscences are from the Richmond Examiner, and were published just after the burning of the Odd Fellows' Hall and jail at Hampton by the United States troops :

This is the second time in its history that it has been fired by the enemy. In the war of the first Revolution, the English squadron, annoyed by the gallant exploits of two young officers, Samuel and James Daron, attacked Hampton and put the most of it in flames; not, however, without encountering a most gallant resistance from the Hamptonians, supported by the celebrated Culpepper Minute Men-the united force under command of Col. Woodford, who subsequently fell in one of the battles of the Revolution.

No spot in Virginia is invested with more thrilling romance and historic interest than Hampton and its immediate vicinity. It was visited in 1607 by Capt. John Smith, then an Indian town called Kecaughtan. Here Smith and his party were regaled with corn cakes, and exchanged for them trinkets and beads. The locality was settled from Jamestown in 1610, and was incorporated a century afterward as the town of "Ye Shire of Elizabeth City."

The Episcopal church, an ancient pile made of imported brick, is the oldest building in the village, and probably, from its isolated location, may have escaped the late conflagration. It is the second oldest church COLONEL CORCORAN.-The Richmond Dispatch re- in the State, and is surrounded by a cemetery filled marks:-We hear of but one account, with few ex- with countless "marble marks of the dead." Scatceptions, from all the prisoners taken by our men tered through it may be found, at intervals, stones everywhere, and that is that they came here without with armorial quarterings, designating the restingany intention of fighting the South, but were com- place of honored ancestry. Some of these are very pelled to unite in the invading movement, and that old, dating, in several instances, back into the sevenif they were home they would never be caught in teenth century. Here repose the earthly remains of such a scrape again. The last assertion may be true, many a cavalier and gentleman, whose names are but not a word of the rest. The circumstances un-borne by numerous families all over the Southern der which they left the North are known to the South as well as to themselves; and their very name and organization, volunteers, contradict every word they We confess we have more respect for the most impudent among them-Colonel Corcoran, for example, who, we understand, says: "I went into the business with my whole soul, and I wouldn't take my parole if they'd give it to me."

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"TEST OATH."-The following is the test oath adopted by the city council of Montgomery, Ala. All citizens are required to take it:

States.

One of the traditions connected with this old edifice, is that the venerable steeple was, prior to the Revolution, surmounted with the royal coat-of-arres of George III., but that on the 4th of July, 1776, s thunder-cloud blew up, and lightning rent the steeple and dashed the insignia of royalty to the earth.

The village of Hampton is beautifully situated on an arm of the sea setting in from the adjacent roadstead which bears its name, and is celebrated for its health and facilities for fine living.

The late census showed that the aggregate white

and black population was nearly two thousand, who pursued nearly all the common or general pursuits of a town of that size. Some of the residences were of brick, and erected at a heavy cost, belonging to opulent farmers and tradesmen; beside, they had large gardens, out-houses, and other valuable improvements, all of which are destroyed.—See Diary of the American Revolution.

FIVE FIGHTING MINISTERS.-The N. Y. Observer says that a Louisiana clergyman, writing to them over his own name, remarks:

"I am one of five ministers, of three different denominations, in a single company, armed for the defence of our rights and liberties, three of whom are between 50 and 60 years old. And I tell you in candor, and in the fear of God, that if you or any of the brethren who have urged on this diabolical war, come on with the invading army, I would slay you with as hearty a good-will, and with as clear a conscience, as I would the midnight assassin.

"In the name of God, I conjure you, let us alone. I speak the spontaneous sentiment of every Southern heart-man, woman, and child. We will never submit. We will shed the last drop of blood in defence of our rights. You are my enemy, and I anı yours,

J. F. F."

The editors remark that they withhold the name of the belligerent subscriber who thus expresses his thirst for their blood, and, after stating that he owes them $25, indulge in the hope that before he "slays" them, he will clear his conscience" by paying that

little bill.

A BRAVE NEGRO BOY.-One of the members of the Second Ohio regiment told me, that on the march up to the battle of Bull Run, a negro boy, a bright little fellow," wanted to go along." They let him do so. He stuck close to them in the midst of the

fight, and finally the little fellow got a musket, and fought as bravely as the bravest of them. On their retreat he got tired out, and lay down in the corner of a fence and went to sleep. There they regretted to have to leave him.-Banner of the Covenant, Aug. 10.

KISSING BY A REGIMENT.-The Webster (Mass.) Times relates the following incident of the return of the Sixth regiment :-The engine halted for water at the North Village, and as the girls in Slater's mills had congregated upon the lawn, between the mill and the railroad track, the soldiers flocked from the cars and occupied the few minutes of the halt in most prolonged and indiscriminate kissing, to which the blushing girls submitted with a commendable and becoming grace.

BUNSBY RUSSELL ON BULL RUN.-Bunsby Russell, in writing his squib to the Times,

Tells the tale of the flight, but no word of the fight;
How is it all over the inquiry chimes-
Only one-half the story fell under his sight?
But a reason exists why the battle's chief brunt
Brought no sight to his eye, and no sound to his

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for the Southern papers can beat those of the North. A correspondent of the Memphis Appeal says:— Parson Rippetoe, a Methodist preacher, and captain of a Virginia company, performed prodigies of valor at the first taking of Sherman's battery, (for it was taken, then lost, then again taken.) He cut the throats of the horses, and then engaged Lieutenant Sherman in a hand-to-hand conflict with sabres. After a ten minutes' fight-both being accomplished swordsmen-he severed Sherman's head from his body at

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MISS JENNIE A. CURTIS.-Probably all of our readers are familiar with the story of the arrest by the rebels, and subsequent release, of Miss Jennie A. Curtis, we notice that many of the papers have insisted on calling her Mrs. Curtis, and in fact the name has appeared in our own columns in that shape, but it is a mistake. We do not publish the letter, as Miss Curtis expressly says it is not intended to go into print. She informs us that her business at Washington was to visit her brother, who is a member of Capt. Thomas' Company, we believe, her object being to see for herself how the regiment fared. Her brother had never made any complaints, and she wanted to know how he was faring. satisfying herself on this point, she was induced by him to remain in the vicinity of the camp until the he expected to accompany her home. She is now— expiration of his sworn term of three months, when or was at the time the letter was written-boarding home in a few days. Miss Curtis says the "secesh," at the Clarendon Hotel in Washington, but will be and adds:-"I was determined, if I was to die, to as she calls them, did not make much out of her, say all I had to say"-and we have no doubt she said it. As we have before stated, she is the daughter of Mr. Hiram Curtis, of Albion.-Rochester Democrat, Aug. 23.

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FLYING ARTILLERY.-Rev. J. T. Montgomery's company of flying artillery, at Montgomery, Ala., now stationed at Judge Johnson's Warehouse, have received quite an accession to their numbers since their arrival in this city. The company now has one hundred and forty members, but we understand there is still room for ten more. About one hundred and twenty horses have been procured.—Mobile Evening News.

Dix's EPISTLE.-A Sunday-school scholar at Akother members of his class, to repeat from the Bible ron, Ohio, a lad of eleven, on being requested, with a verse of his own selection, promptly gave the following: "If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot."

PRAYING ON JOHN BROWN'S SENTENCE SEAT.When Gen. Patterson's column had entered Charlestown, Va., and taken possession of the Court House, and raised our flag, to the great indignation of the rebel citizens, the Rev. Mr. Fulton, Chaplain of the

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That the Stars and Stripes flutter before them,
In triumph, wherever they go:
Do they know how the hearts are throbbing,
Do they know how the eyes are wet
With a deep, high, grief and gladness,
At this part of the Nation's debt?

Ah me! I am only a woman,-
Not even my voice is strong
To give them a rousing welcome-
A cheer as they pass along.
But hark! how the men are cheering,
All down along the shore;

And the crews of the passing vessels
Give out another roar;

And once more the echoes waken,
As the blue-coats answer back,-
And the steamer is round the headland,
And the waters close over her track.
October, 1861.

THE WAY WE WENT TO BEAUFORT.

Full fifty sail we were that day,
When out to sea we sped away,

With a feeling of brooding mystery;
Bound-there was no telling where,
But well we knew there was strife to share,
And we felt our mission was bound to bear
A place in heroic history.

The man at the helm, nothing knew he,
As he steered his ship out into the sea,

On that morn of radiant beauty;

And the ships outspread their wings, and flew
Like sea-birds over the water blue,

One thought alone each man of us knew-
How best to do our duty.

Not a breath of wherefore or why was heard,
Not a doubting thought or a doubting word,
Or idle speculation;

But a spirit of inspiring trust
Filled each man's breast, as it always must,
When leaders are brave, and a cause is just
And ours the cause of the nation.

And thus we went-the hurricane's breath
Was felt in our track, like the blast of death,
But we had no thought of turning;
Onward and onward the good fleet sped,
Locked in its breast the secret dread,
To break in gloom over treason's head,
Where we should soon be learning.

But brave Dupont and Sherman knew

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Where the bolt should light, and each gallant crew And match, and blend, and thorough-blend, in her

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"And on her brow a softened light,
As of a star concealed from sight
By some thin veil of fleecy white,

Or of the rising moon behind the rainy vapors of the night.

"The sisterhood that was so sweet

The Starry System sphered complete,
Which the mazed Orient used to greet-

The Four-and-Thirty fallen stars glimmer and glitter at her feet.

"And lo! the children which she bred,

And more than all else cherished, To make them strong in heart and head, Stand face to face as mortal foes, with their swords crossed above the dead!

"Each hath a mighty stroke and stride,

And one is Mother-true and tried,

The other dark and evil-eyed;

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But we hoped it was a nightmare, till the news was brought from town,

And by the hand of one of them his own dear Mother That the horde of Charleston traitor-knaves had shot

surely died!

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The Son stabbed, and the Mother fell;

our banner down.

In my bitter grief and anguish keen, I felt the an

cient ire

Of Bunker Hill and Lexington course through my veins like fire,

And so she lies-all mute, and pale, and pure, and Till, as lightnings cease when breaks the dark cloud's

irreproachable.

"And then the battle-trumpet blew,

And the true Brother sprang, and drew His blade to smite the traitor through; And so they clashed above the bier, and the Night sweated bloody dew!

"Now, whichsoever stand or fall,

As God is great and man is small,

The Truth shall triumph over all

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Whilst the lips were loth to shape the words, "Dear mother, I must go."

Forever and forevermore the Truth shall triumph So I sealed them with a kiss, dried up my tears, and

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BY G. WILLIS WHITE, JR.

He lay on his couch in the silent hour,

And the midnight lamp burned dim, And he thought of the reins of despotic power, That none could hold but him;

But his brain was fevered and weary with thought, And his body was racked with pain,

While his heart beat fast when his memory sought
To bring back old times again.

He figured his profits-a good round sum
They seemed to his fevered mind;
But a spectre grim there seemed to come,
When a balance he sought to find;
He saw on the wall, and in clear relief,

A ghostly group of mechanics appear,
And they built a gallows, and talked of a thief,
Who, dreading his death, was standing near;

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