Fear not the Northern despot, nor his feeble frown, Who seeks through his minions the South to put down; Look to your God, from whence comes all power, And seek His aid and protection in each darkened hour. Strike again and again, O ye sons of the free! Carolina's sons to this platform have come: Then loud ring the anvil, the hammer, and bell; Columbia, the envied, the blest of the Lord. Sun of the sunny land, shine still o'er the free! On heaven's fair arches see graven the names Who by heartless oppression would sever one thread Once again at the altar, brothers, gather and kneel; One pledge the South-one family, in woe or in weal; One God and one Country, in peace or in war! SOUTHERN SONG. TCNE-"Wait for the Wagon." Come, all ye sons of freedom, And Providence our guide; And we'll all take a ride. CHORUS. So wait for the wagon-the dissolution wagon. The South is the wagon, and we'll all take a ride. Secession is our watchword; Our rights we all demand; To defend our homes and firesides, Our wagon is the very best; The running gear is goodStuffed round the sides with cotton, And made of Southern wood. Carolina is the driver, With Georgia by her side; Virginia holds the flag up, While we all take a ride. CHORUS-Wait for the wagon, &c. The invading tribe called Yankees, From joining in the ride; Old Lincoln and his Congressmen, Put old Scott in the wagon, To cross Bull Run he tried, Manassas was the battle-ground; The field was fair and wide; The Yankees thought they'd whip us out, But when they met our "Dixie" boys, They wheeled about for Washington, Brave Beauregard-God bless him!- To rising generations, With pleasure we will tell And gallant Johnson fell. MCCLELLAN'S SOLILOQUY. BY A DAUGHTER OF GEORGIA. Advance, or not advance; that is the question! Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer The jeers and howlings of outrageous Congressmen ; To beat! perchance be beaten ;-ay, there's the rub; That makes calamity a great defeat. But shall I bear the scorn of all the North, To drill and practice troops behind entrenchments, THE DEVIL'S VISIT TO "OLD ABE." BY REV. E. P. BIRCH, OF LA GRANGE, GA. Written on the occasion of Lincoln's proclamation for prayer and fasting after the battle of Manassas. Revised and improved by the author. Old Abe was sitting in his chair of state, With one foot on the mantel, and one on the grate, With a woe-begone air, Gazing at nothing with a meaningless stare, lair. His cheek-bones were high, and his visage was rough, The news had just reached him of rout and defeat, His best men were slain on the field of the fight; "It's the devil!" said Lincoln; and sure he's right, With such a dreadful collision As threatened to make a "long division" "I have only stepped in To renew old acquaintance with your honor ag`in. Which he drew from the depths of his overcoat Consulted his watch with a dandyish grace, Said he'd make a quick trip through the regions of space, On the train of a comet, in a journey sublime “You yourself,” said the fiend, with a wink of his eye, I have come here on business momentously great, It is strange how a thrashing has altered your notions, "I'm afraid," said Old Abe," there's somebody hurt." It seems to me, sir, you're a whimsical set, Thus sitting and thinking "Twixt smoking and drinking His head on his bosom was gradually sinking, So sharp and so clear, That he sprang to his feet-standing breathless to hear, With his mind full of dread, and his heart full of fear; 'Twas not like the roll of the hurricane's thunder, Nor the earthquake that cleaves the tall mountains asunder; 'Twas not like the storms which tumultuously sweep O'er the lone bending woods and the dark rolling deep; But a sharp, angry crashing, A confusion and clashing, Or a rebel" masked battery" on "Arlington Heights." The "White House" door, Ever twisting and turning, like an cel in a net. And turn in and turn out, Till my wits are puzzled to know what you're about; mention: You know, in the first place, you owe your election Of a demagogue crew who own my direction. law;' From the top of this platform-outstreteling below, Scott;' Assisted by Greeley, and Bennett, and Weed, To martial your leaders to conquest and fame; No victory came, And now, in conclusion, your attention I call But reproach and disgrace on the whole The avenger is coming. O'er your dark future path Your armies went forth, but not to the battle- pens. In the pages of history, no loftier place Can be claimed for your thieving and cowardly race, Is brooding a storm of terrible wrath. "Then woe to the day when Beauregard comes Ah! then shall you sink to a merciless tomb, Your fate is now writ by the 'hand on the wall:' And sweep you away in its ruins to hell; I have finished my mission. Farewell-farewell!" Thus saying, he left in a moment of time, He left General Scott in a passion and worry- SONG-LAND OF KING COTTON. BY JO AUGUSTINE SIGNAIGO. AIR-" Red, White, and Blue." Oh! Dixie, the land of King Cotton, The terror of despots to be; CHORUS. Three cheers for our army so true! Three cheers for Price, Johnston, and Lee, When Liberty sounds her war-rattle, Is Dixie, the shrine of the true; Thick as leaves of the forest in summer, Her brave sons will rise on each plain; And then strike, until each vandal comer Lies dead on the soil he would stain. CHORUS-Three cheers for our army, &c. May the names of the dead that we cherish, The boast of the brave and the free. COL. CROGHAN.-The death of Col. Croghan, who was killed by Gen. Benham's command, in the retreat of Floyd from Kanawha, is no small loss to the rebels. He was an excellent officer, a noble-looking man, and formerly in the regular service, a graduate of West Point, and a class-mate of Gen. Benham. He was a son of Gen. Croghan, the defender of Fort Stephenson, and was formerly quite wealthy, once owning the Mammoth Cave in Kentucky. On his death-bed he confessed that he had received only what he deserved-that he was wrong-and asked them to pray for him. He refused to allow any medical assistance, probably well aware his time was come. The meeting and recognition between him and Gen. Benham was painful to witness. Said the General: "My God, Croghan! is this you?" "Yes," said the dying man; "but for God's sake, Benham, do not reproach me-I know now I was in the wrong." Hearing the cannonading, he remarked: "General, you can do me no good, and you are wanted over there, are you not?"-Wheeling Intelligencer. INCIDENTS OF THE BATTLE OF BELMONT.-A correspondent of the St. Louis Democrat, giving an account of the burial of our dead upon the field of battle at Belmont, by a party which returned after the battle, with a flag of truce, relates the following incidents: Our dead were mostly lying upon their backs, and every thing taken from their bodies that could be of value to the enemy. The countenances of the dead were mostly expressive of rage. One or two features were expressive of fear. One poor fellow, after he was wounded, bethought himself to take a smoke; he was found in a sitting position, against a tree, dead, with his pipe in one hand, his knife in the other, and his tobacco on his breast. A young lad about sixteen was found lying across a log, just as he fell, grasping his musket in both hands. A wounded man, with both legs nearly shot off, was found in the woods, singing the Star-Spangled Banner; but for this circumstance the surgeons say they would not have discovered him. A captain of one of the regiments was looking at the prisoners we captured at Belmont, and recog nized one as his own brother. THE "CONFEDERATE" CONGRESS.-The first Congress of the Confederate States, under the permanent The House, as constituted now, is composed, therefore, of eighty-seven members, and the whole electoral vote is one hundred and nine. The number of the House may be increased by the accession of new States before the meeting of Congress in February. There are some States which may be in the Confederacy then,-New Orleans Picayune. NEW ORLEANS, Nov. 24.-Twenty-eight thousand troops were reviewed yesterday by Gov. Moore, Gen. Lovell, and Gen. Ruggles. The line was seven miles long. There was one regiment of fourteen hundred free colored men. The military display was grand. One company displayed a black flag.-Cincinnati Gazette, Dec. 4. BY PRESSURE, NOT BY SLAUGHTER.-General MeClellan, so writes a Washington correspondent, is using untiring industry in getting the army into the best possible condition, while it is more evident, every day, that he does not mean to use it to ob tain military glory, but to carry out a plan similar to that of Scott-to quell this rebellion by a mighty pressure, and not by a mighty slaughter. A PATRIOTIC NONAGENERIAN.-Mrs. Nelly Applegate, (familiarly known as Aunt Nelly Applegate,) living in the upper part of Louisville, Ky., who, during the Revolutionary war, knit socks and made bandages for the soldiers, is now daily and nightly engaged in the same good work for the soldiers of the Union. Although in her ninety-first year, she is, mentally and physically, as sprightly as many of half her age.-Louisville Journal, Dec. 4. HOW THIRTY-Five Rebels weRE CAPTURED.-We are indebted to a friend, who returned yesterday from Fort Wise, for the following facts relative to under one Chamberlain, on their way to join the the capture of a company of thirty-five Secessionista, Confederate forces: Long left Fort Wise, with a company of cavalry num"On the morning of the 20th of October, Capt. bering some thirty-six, in search of any bands of hostile Indians that might be scouring over the country. When about forty miles south of Fort Wise, he came in sight of what he supposed to be a band of Indians, and he ordered his men to dismount. The sergeant of the company being afflicted with rheuma- I Capt. Long left the horses in charge of a few men, took the balance of the company, and surrounded the Secesh. Capt. Long commanded them to stack their arms and surrender. Chamberlain surrendered, but refused to stack arms, and threw his rifle into the fire. They were all taken and marched back to Fort Wise. Upon investigation, it was ascertained that the company had been raised in Denver, and was on its way to Arkansas, for the purpose of taking a part in the rebellion. They are confined at Fort Wise.-Leavenworth Times. DISAPPOINTED. We are reliably informed that a few evenings ago the family of Andrew Johnson felt so assured that he would make his appearance in Greenville at the head of a Lincoln force, that they made preparations for giving the distinguished traitor What a delua splendid supper upon his arrival. sion!-Nashville Banner, Nov. 20. same time that it was a pleasant thing to receive gifts RETRIBUTION.-A letter from a private in the Seventy-ninth Highlanders, discloses an instance of just retribution which fell on an earnest traitor who should have been hung months ago. It will be remembered that in the early part of summer a man employed in the Washington navy yard was discovered filling shells with sand instead of the proper material. This man had received a medical education, and on his escape within the rebel lines resumed the practice of his profession. When the Seventy-ninth landed at Port Royal, the first sight which greeted them on entering the hospital was this man seated at a table, with a splendid case of surgical instruments before him, his left arm resting naturally upon the table and the position of his body indicating perfect ease, but upon a closer examination it was discovered that the entire upper portion of his head had been cut away, from the crown to the back of his neck, by a cannon ball.-N. Y. Commercial, Dec. 2. BISHOP GENERAL POLK is falling into the habit of using strong expressions for a man who seceded from the clerical profession. A correspondent of the CinGalveston, Nov. 9, via New Orleans, Nov. 15.-cinnati Gazette, writing from Louisville, remarks as At half-past three o'clock this morning the sentinels follows of this ministerial fighter: I think the Right on the steamer Rusk, saw the steamer Royal Yacht, Reverend Bishop General Polk, if some one has not Capt. C. Heeble, abandoned and burning, off Bolivar, slandered him, sent a flag of truce to the devil, when in the Bay. Boats were sent to her assistance. The he laid aside the sword of the spirit and took up the fire was within a few feet of her magazine, which was carnal weapons of Jeff. Davis, and has since fallen saved and the fire quenched. The damage was light. into the habit of the army in Flanders. It is stated There were indications of a stout resistance by her on the authority of a gentleman who was present, crew. The cutlasses were found below deck, but the that when a note of inquiry was sent down to Columother small arms were missing. Musket balls were bus by Gen. Grant, after the fight at Belmont, in found imbedded in her sides. It is supposed a frigate which the action was mentioned as a "skirmish," the launch neared the Yacht before it was discovered. Bishop General, on reading it, exclaimed, "SkirThe attacking party evidently consisted of two hun- mish! hell and damnation! I'd like to know what he dred men. The Yacht's crew numbered fifteen. The calls a battle."-Boston Evening Transcript, Dec. 6. Yacht was brought in. The enemy, evidently frightened, left in a hurry.-N. O. Crescent, Nov. 15. A BOSTON Correspondent of the Anti-Slavery Standard, writes that he is engaged in partial attend"The Use of ance upon two courses of lectures on the Rifle" and "The Evidences of Christianity," and adds: "As opposite as lemon and sugar, are they not? Suppose the watery element to be supplied, (of which there is generally little stint,) and the result is a sort of moral lemonade; or, if a little spirit be smuggled in, behold an intellectual punch!" IMPROMPTU On a recent event. (Copyright in the Confederate Old Mason proud, and sly Slidell Or thought they had, till sweet to tell, The pair were bagged by Wilkes the plucky. Wilkes brought them safely into port, Despite John Bull's protest and swearin', They thought Diplomacy their forte, They'll find their fort will be-Fort Warren. A HAPPY COINCIDENCE.-As a large-hearted Union lady, resident in Covington, Ky., wife of a gentleman-Burlington Free Press, Nov. 22. of the same character, was distributing a lot of fine apples, of which she had a half-bushel basket full, to the soldiers encamped back of that city, she gave an apple to one soldier of a group who exhibited peculiar emotion as she handed it to him, observing at the ASTOR AND WADSWORTH.-John Jacob Astor is appointed to a position on Gen. McClellan's staff. It is a curious fact that while Lieutenant-Colonel Astor represents the largest capital in the United States, |