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distress to encounter, but all this and more will be cheerfully sustained, sooner than surrender our birthright to the despotic and fanatical hosts of the North. Nor must it be imagined that these losses and sacrifices will be confined to us. The North cannot live without Southern trade, and this is gone from her forever. She cannot put immense armies on a war footing and maintain them save at a fearful expense, which will tax all her resources to meet. Every blow she aims at us will recoil with terrible force upon itself. In striving to conquer us, the North is exhausting her wealth, her strength, and her productive energies, and will feel the pernicious consequences of her folly and iniquity for countless years. Her people, in the paroxysm of insanity under which they | labor, fail to perceive the desperate act of suicide they are committing; but when it will have been irretrievably consummated, they will be haunted by vain regrets for the ruin and impoverishment they have brought upon themselves-and all this, too, without accomplishing the wicked object they have at heart.-N. O. Bee, May 4.

ANOTHER ROMAN MOTHER.-At Bangor, Me., a young man offered himself as a recruit at one of the offices in that city, who, evidently being a minor, was asked if he had his father's permission to volunteer. He replied that he had no father; but admitted that his mother was willing. "Then you must get your mother's consent," said the officer. The young man retired, and returned with the following brief but noble letter:-"He is my all; but I freely give him to my country!"-Bangor Whig, and Boston Transcript, May 4.

A PATRIOTIC BLACKSMITH.-Before the departure of the 14th N. Y. Regiment, a man who carried on a blacksmith shop in connection with two of his sons, went to the head-quarters and concluded to enlist. He said that he could leave the blacksmith business in the hands of the boys-" he couldn't stand it any longer, and go he must." He was enlisted.

Next day down comes the oldest of the boys. The blacksmith's business "wasn't very drivin', and he guessed John could take care of it." "Well," said the old man, "Go it." And the oldest son went it. But the following day John made his appearance. He felt lonesome, and had shut up the shop. The father remonstrated, but the boy would enlist, and enlist he did. Now the old gentleman had two more sons who "worked the farm" near Flushing, Long Island. The military fever seems to have run in the family, for no sooner had the father and two older brothers enlisted, than the younger sons came in for a like purpose. The pater-familias was a man of few words, but he said that he "wouldn't stand this anyhow." The blacksmith business might go to some other place, but the farm must be looked after. So the boys were sent home. Presently one of them reappeared. They had concluded that one could manage the farm, and had tossed up who should go with the Fourteenth, and he had won the chance.

This arrangement was finally agreed to. But on the day of departure the last boy of the family was on hand to join and on foot for marching. The old man was somewhat puzzled to know what arrangement could have been made which would allow all of the family to go, but the explanation of the boy solved the difficulty: "Father," said he, with a con

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fidential chuckle in the old man's ear, "I've let the farm on shares!" The whole family, father and four sons, went with the Fourteenth Regiment.-N. Y. Evening Post, May 16.

FOR WHAT DOES THE SOUTH FIGHT?-For every thing worth living for. To resist aggression, to resist subjugation, to resist a military despotism, to protect our lives, and the lives of our women and children, from the brutal and infuriate passions of the mob, and to maintain the doctrine of our Revolutionary sires, that the consent of the governed is the only true and legitimate source of power! He that falters is derelict to every dictate of patriotism.Montgomery Mail, May 13.

THERE were plenty of Secessionists at Cairo, Ill., but the Chicago soldiers came, and brought their artillery. A farmer of that vicinity remarked—“I tell you what it is, them brass missionaries has converted a heap of folks that was on the anxious seat." -Providence Journal.

NEW YORK, May 25.-This morning, about one o'clock, a party of ladies and gentlemen, numbering some forty in all, alighted from one of the Third Avenue cars, and drew up in line at the southwest corner of the Park Barracks. The gentlemen formed a halfcircle, in the centre of which the ladies took their position-the crowd inside of the barracks clustering about the paling, wondering what was to come of the gathering. The morning was one of the very loveliest, and well calculated to bring feelings of inspiration to the bosoms of the very dullest. The queen of night shone with its clearest ray, and under the floods of splendid light which it poured down upon the camp ground, the ladies' silvery voices rang out the ever-cheering and patriotic "Star-spangled Banner."

The ladies sang unaccompanied by male voices. The effect produced by their clear, beautiful tones, was indescribable. The denizens of the Astor, who had laid themselves away for the night on couches of luxury, and the poor mendicants, who had sought repose on the forsaken door-steps, were alike charmed from their resting-places to listen to this novel concert of the early morning hour. As the last strains of the melody died away in the distance, they, too, sent up their voices with the lusty cheers of the soldiers, who complimented the ladies with three-timesthree and a "tiger." It was a stirring scene, and one long to be remembered by those who witnessed it. At the conclusion of the singing, the gentlemen who accompanied the ladies stepped up to the palings, and furnished the soldiers with an abundant supply of cigars and tobacco. The company then took their departure as noiselessly as they had come, attended by the best wishes of the men they had so generously remembered.-N. Y. Sunday Mercury, May 26.

CHEERING SIGNS IN NEW YORK.-The N. Y. Sun proclaims that the rebels are already encamped in New York. "Jeff. Davis has succeeded in enlisting recruits in this city, and whoever passes through the streets, within a few blocks from our office, can hear the click of their guards and the ring of Southern steel, as they ground arms and shoulder arms. has sentinels all the way through Long Island, from within a mile of Fort Hamilton, and through Manhattan Island, from within hail of the ferry-boats as they pass."-Richmond Whig, May 13.

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A LETTER-WRITER in Southern Delaware says:— "It is said that Delaware lost one-fifth of her white population in cementing the Union, and will, if need be, sacrifice as many again to preserve it. The blacks here give us more trouble than any thing else. It is said they will massacre the whites. I can hardly believe it, but there are some strong indications that way. In the western part of this (Hundred') township, the negroes have had two or three buryings' within a few days of each other, and as the white population in this vicinity could not discover that any darkies were missing, they thought something must be wrong, and on opening the newly-made graves, the coffins were all right, but instead of a dead darkey, we found them filled to the brim with muskets and ammunition."-N. Y. Times, May 12.

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relates to Southern institutions, that I must be pardoned if I break the enchantment, and relate the facts about it. I see, also, that Mr. Albert Pike, of Arkansas, has written a song recently, in which he suggests that we

"Advance the flag of Dixie;

Hurrah! Hurrah!

For Dixie's land we'll take our stand,
And live or die for Dixie!' &c.

JEWELS ON THE ALTAR OF HER COUNTRY.-The Richmond Examiner records the following worthy example of noble patriotism:-"One of the most amiable and fashionable young belles of our city placed in the hands of a friend her casket of jewels, valued at $1,200, which she instructed him to sell to the best account, and appropriate the proceeds to the benefit of such volunteer soldiers of the State as might require it. This generous gift was not all, however; she promised to put by, from her 'pin-off (many being born there) naturally looked back to money,' one dollar each day, as long as the revolution might continue, the aggregate to be handed over quarterly to some responsible party for the purposes the same as above. Lastly, she has patriotically determined never to wear a jewel or an ornament of any kind, until the independence of the South is recognized by the Federal Government and the world!"-N. O. Picayune, May 12.

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A CORRESPONDENT of the Memphis Argus, writing from Lynchburg, Va., says :-"We have two regiments from Mississippi and one from Tennessee with us, numbering one thousand each. All are well quartered, and in fine spirits-and they shall not want for the latter so long as our mountain dew' holds You could not find a more cheerful set of fellows in a week's travel; they play the fiddle, banjo, dance, and sing Dixie. One fellow told me his old mammy cried the glasses clean out of her spectacles the morning he left, but on giving her two bits to buy another pair, she bid him go, and return to her covered all over with glory. Another said he didn't like these breeches' with a stripe down the leg, they pinched him; but just give him his old copperascolored trowsers, and his own rifle, and he'd bore a hole thru Linkin's nose, through which to put a ring, and lead him about for a show."-N. Y. Tribune, May 20.

CAPTAIN LEE, of the United States Navy, in command of the Vandalia, ordered to the East Indies, learning at the Cape of Good Hope that a rebel war had broken out, promptly decided to return home with his ship, where she and her services are wanted. There are times when (as in the case of Colonel Croghan in 1811) it is the duty of an officer to disobey his orders. This was one of those occasions. The Vandalia is at the Navy Yard, ready for her work. Captain Lee's orders were "honored in the breach." He deserves the thanks of the Government and the people.-N. Y. Commercial, May 21.

"Now, I do not wish to spoil a pretty illusion, but the real truth is, that Dixie is an indigenous Northern negro refrain, as common to the writer hereof as the lamp-posts in New York city, seventy or seventy-five years ago. It was one of the every-day allusions of boys, at that time, in all of their out-door sports. And no one ever heard of Dixie's land being other than Manhattan Island until recently, when it has been erroneously supposed to refer to the South, from its connection with pathetic negro allegory. "When slavery existed in New York, one Dixy' owned a large tract of land on Manhattan Island, and large numbers of slaves. The increase of the slaves and the increase of the abolition sentiment caused an emigration of the slaves to more thorough and secure slave sections, and the negroes who were thus sent their old homes, where they had lived in clover, with feelings of regret, as they could not imagine any place like Dixy's. Hence it became synonymous with an ideal locality combining ease, comfort, and material happiness of every description. In those days negro singing and minstrelsy were in their infancy, and any subject that could be wrought into a ballad was eagerly picked up; this was the case with 'Dixie.' It originated in New York, and assumed the proportions of a song there. In its travels it has been enlarged, and has gathered moss;' it has picked up a note here and there; a chorus' has been added to it, and from an indistinct 'chant' of two or three notes, it has become an elaborate melody; but the fact that it is not a Southern song cannot be rubbed out;' the fallacy is so popular to the contrary, that I have thus been at pains to state the real origin of it.

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-Charleston Courier, June 11.

JEFF. DAVIS boasts that "Cotton's King;"
Upon his throne's so written;

But he'll soon find, when on his swing,

That Hemp is King of Cotton.

WASHINGTON, June 8.-Four soldiers of the Michigan Regiment performed a very shrewd act to-day, twelve miles out from Alexandria towards Manassas Junction. They were out "prospecting," and got away too far from camp. The sight of some rebel troopers warned them of their situation. Three of the four concealed themselves in a hedge or thicket, and left one in the highway unarmed. Two rebel troopers soon came up and arrested the Federal soldier. They dismounted, and asked the Michigan man who he was. "I belong to the Michigan Regiment of Federal troops," was his reply. "Then you are our prisoner," said the troopers. At that instant the three concealed Federal soldiers rushed from their ambush, with the exclamation-"No! you are our prisoners!" Sure enough, the Virginians were taken completely by surprise, and surrendered. The Michigan boys are in high glee over the act.-N. Y. Even

"I WISH I WAS IN DIXIE."-"So common has become the error that this is a Southern song, anding Post, June 11.

THE Massachusetts troops at the Relay have some amusing incidents in the daily search of the trains for contraband goods. A young lady, the other day, carried a large lunch basket by her side, covered with sponge cake and sandwiches, but upon lifting it, the basket was found to be very heavy, which was soon accounted for, the concealed contents being a large number of army buttons intended for the rebel troops.-Idem.

GRUMBLING AT THE SOUTH.-Grumbling at the dilatoriness of military movements is not confined to the North, where almost every editor criticizes Gen. Scott. The Charleston Mercury is equally aggrieved by the Fabian policy of the Confederate leaders. It says:We are not Generals in the field, and we do not intend to be so on paper; but there are a few plain principles and facts which any mind may understand, without having fought battles or won victories.

In the first place, delay is against us in the matter of numbers. The policy of the Confederate States, it seems to us, was and is, not to wait until vast masses are aggregated upon us, but to act promptly with such troops as we possess, and to demoralize and prevent the discipline of the troops of the United States by vanquishing them.

For, in the second place, our raw troops are far superior to the raw troops of the United States. Our people are used to arms. They are accustomed to the gun and the horse. The people of the North can neither shoot a rifle nor ride a horse, unless trained. Is it good policy to let them be trained?

And in the third place, no soldiers, especially undisciplined soldiers, as the greater part of all the soldiers now in the field must be, can stand the eternal agitations of apprehended attacks in a defensive warfare. To be called out continually to prepare for battle, and yet not to fight, will chill the hearts of the bravest troops.

And still further, instead of having one point for anxiety, attention and alarm are exacted to half a dozen. Troops, at a heavy expense, are scattered about for the protection of different points. This is the necessary incident of a defensive policy. Aggression has its object single, and carries fears before it. Both the morale and the economy are better.

But, more than all, the Confederate States ought not to allow one foot of Southern soil to be the battle-field between the two sections of the Union. The weak evacuation of Alexandria, and the horrors perpetrated upon its helpless women, shows the impolicy of such a warfare.

But we are not prepared to assume the aggressive. Who says so? We heard three weeks ago that there were fifteen or twenty thousand Confederate troops and sixty thousand Virginia troops in Virginia. How is it that but six hundred of these troops were in Alexandria to defend it, after weeks of information that it was to be scized, and at the last advices, there were but three regiments at Manassas Junction? Are small bodies of men to be placed unsupported in positions to either retreat without a fight or be sacrificed? Where are the ten thousand men of the regular army ordered to be raised by one of the very first acts of the Confederate Congress? If more troops are needed in Virginia, why are they not there? Have one-third of the volunteers who have been eager to go to Virginia, been accepted? Has a single regiment of horse been accepted to march to Virginia-those terrible instruments of destruction, especially to undisciplined troops

Suppose at this moment any one of our generals in Virginia had an army but of thirty thousand men and ten thousand horse under his command, can any one doubt that it would drive every Yankee across the Pennsylvania line? And is it possible that the Confederate Government, after months of legislation and preparation, with offers of hundreds of thousands of volunteers, cannot bring together this small military force to move on the enemies of the South? Is it not impossible to believe? We cannot perceive the policy, after war is declared, of allowing our country to suffer the ravages of war, and to wait on our enemies to make their attack and ravages how they please. If the six hundred troops who fled from Alexandria had imitated the brave spirit of its single defender, and had laid it in ashes rather than have surrendered it, Virginia and the South would have been in a very different position this day. Let us give over the silly idea of a war without destruction, and like the Russians of Moscow, give our enemies desolation instead of submission as the fruit of their victories.

By assuming the position of the defensive, we have lost Maryland, endangered Missouri, neutralized Kentucky, and are now making Virginia our battlefield. Is this wise statesmanship? Is it efficient generalship? Fabian tactics are out of place. We trust the war policy of the South is about to become aggressive and efficient. It is time, and we are glad to see that our gallant Commander-in-Chief, after directing the preparations of the War Bureau for two months, has made Richmond his head-quarters.Charleston Mercury, June 2.

A CORRESPONDENT of the Pittsburg Chronicle writes of the results of the capture of Philippi by the Federal troops as follows:-"The number of arms captured is seven hundred and eighty stand, quite a number of horses, and all their camp equipage and provisions. The rebel camp flag was brought into head-quarters this afternoon. It consists of a blue field with eight stars, and two brown and one white stripe. The flag is about ten feet long and five feet wide. The field is torn by a cannon ball having passed through it, from one of Col. Kelly's six-pounders. A gentleman just from their camp informis me that the privates of Col. Kelly's command are amusing themselves by strutting around with sword and small arms, cocked hats, and other paraphernalia of the secession camp. A train has just arrived with fifteen boxes of flint muskets, fi nished by the Governor of Virginia to the rebels. These arms have not been used, and are in good condition. The other arms captured are not of much account. A great number of boxes of blankets were captured, which will be of much service to our men. The amount of camp goods taken is estimated at $25,000. The officers were well dressed and equipped, and were what were denominated the flower of the chivalry; but the men, except the dragoons, were badly equipped, hastily got together, and will not fight, as there are among them many good Union men, who have been pressed into service. Colonel Willy, the secession commander, is a prisoner."

THE HOISTING OF THE REBEL FLAG IN LIVERPOOL. A good deal of excitement was created in Liverpool on the 24th inst., by the appearance of a secession flag at the mast-head of an American barque lying at the Victoria wharf. The vessel which has acquired such an unenviable notoriety is the An

napolis, Captain Pickett, from Baltimore. We understand by private advices from our agent, that the American shippers at Liverpool were so incensed at the gratuitous insult offered to their country by the piratical skipper, that nothing but the utmost respect for law and order prevented them from hauling down his colors without leave or license.-London American, May 20.

NEW REFRAIN OF A SLAVE SONG.

For we're a band of niggers,
For we're a band of niggers,
A contraband of niggers,

And we can't go to the war!

-Vanity Fair.

ONE of the venders of Charles H. Scott's neat pamphlet edition of the Constitution of the United States was arrested at Jeffersonville for peddling without a license. When taken before the Mayor, the agent was asked what wares he was selling, and when the answer was given, the Mayor said, The Constitution of the United States-what do you ask for a copy?" The reply was, "Only half a dime." His honor then pulled out a dime, and said, "Well, I'll take two copies, and you, sir, are discharged." The Constitution of our country is not contraband of war with our good neighbors over the river.-Louisville Journal, June 12.

AN INCIDENT OF FORT SUMTER.-Most of our readers are aware that we have in our office a ninety-six pound shell, which was fired from the steamer Monticello upon the Manchester Artillery, on the occasion of her attack on Sewell's Point. In connection with this incident, a gentleman who was present at the battle of Fort Sumter, states that one of these dangerous nissiles entered that fortification just above the magazine, but outside of it, descended through a block of granite ten or twelve inches thick, and exploded, one of its fragments, weighing nearly twenty pounds, striking the door of the magazine, and so bending it inwards that it was afterwards found impossible to close it without the aid of a mechanic. Within a few hours of this occurrence a red-hot shot from Fort Moultrie passed through the outer wall of the magazine, penetrated the inner wall to the depth of four inches, and then fell to the ground. All this time grains of powder, spilled by the men in passing to and from the casemates and magazine, were lying loosely upon the floor, which, ignited by a spark, would have blown the structure into atoms. Throughout that entire engagement, so hotly and obstinately contested, the hand of Providence was everywhere equally visible. Death-dealing balls flew in every direction. Men heard them whistle by their ears, and had the earth torn up around their feet. Groups were spattered with the mud and dust of plunging thirty-two pounders, and splinters of wood and iron rained among the unflinching soldiers with such murderous vehemence, that nothing but a higher power could have prevented them from harm; yet "nobody was hurt." Let us hope that the God of battles, who has thus far been so gracious, may still direct our efforts, and carry us safely through the storm of

war.

In this connection we may mention that Lieut. Valentine, of the Confederate Army, who commanded one of the batteries on Sullivan's Island, which did most effective work in this battle, is now

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in this city, at the Exchange Hotel. On account of his labors in the fortifications around Fort Sumter for the last four months and a half, he has received a furlough of thirty days from General Beauregard; but like a true soldier, he proposes to occupy his time upon the fields of Virginia. He has no particular place to fight, but will leave in a day or two for Manassas, as the liveliest scene of operations, to take his chances of "mixing in" miscellaneously.-Richmond Dispatch, and Charleston Courier, June 11.

DEDICATED TO KNAVISH SPECULATORS WHO HAVE
ROBBED THE STATE.

Some folks may boast their rank and birth,
Descent and lofty station;

May claim they're made of better earth,
And hope to rule the nation;
While others brag upon their wealth,
And worship only Mammon;
Let honest men assert again

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Such doctrines are but Gammon."

The world is flush of rogues and knaves,
Who sham the patriotic,

And hope to keep the people slaves,
By scheme and plan Quixotic;
While some are boasting what they'll do
In "fuss and feathers" dressy,
Let honest men prepare again,

To give the traitors "Jessic."

From top to toe, from head to foot,
Our politics are rotten;
And those we pay are bribed to boot,
While justice is forgotten!
For every one that gets a chance

To serve the State, is stealing,
And honest men must pay again

For scoundrels' double-dealing.

In court and camp it's all the same,

From Judge to Quartermaster;
The devil takes the one that's lame,-
He should have robbed the faster!
For pork or progress, blankets, brief,
The roguery's defended,
And honest men are told again,
The system can't be mended.

-Philadelphia Intelligencer.

To be conquered in open and manly fight by a nation of gentlemen, and subjected to their sway, might not drive us raving distracted with rage and shame; but for Yankees-the most contemptible and detestable of God's creation-the vile wretches, whose daily sustenance consists in the refuse of all other people-for they eat nothing that anybody else will buy-for them to lord it over us-the English language must be enlarged, new words must be invented, to express the extent and depth of our feelings of mortification and shame. They have long very properly looked upon themselves as our social inferiors-as our serfs-their mean, niggardly livestheir low, vulgar, and sordid occupations, have ground this conviction into them. But of a sudden they have come to imagine that their numerical strength gives them power-and they have burst the bonds of servitude, and are running a riot with more than the brutal passions of a liberated wild beast. Their uprising has all the characteristics of a ferocious, servile insurrection.—Richmond Whig.

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Our mother nursed thee at her breast
When she herself was young;

And thou shouldst still have succor'd her,
Though fiery serpents stung;
Virginia Dare, the first-born bud

Of the true Saxon vine,

And old Powhatan, hoary chief,
Who led his warrior-line,

And brave John Smith, the very soul
Of chivalry and pride,

And Pocahontas, princess pure,

The font of Christ beside,

Dreamed they that thou wouldst start aside,
When Treachery's tocsin rang?
And in her heaving bosom fix
Thy matricidal fang?

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Who sleepeth at Mount Vernon,
In the glory of his fame?
Yet, go in silent infamy,

Nor dare pronounce his name,
For thou hast of their sacred force,
His farewell counsels reft,

And help'd to scatter to the winds
The rich bequest he left;
And in the darkest trial-hour,
Forsook the endangered side,
And, ere the cock crew thrice, thy true
Discipleship denied.

Oh! that the pitying Prince of Peace
On thee his glance might bend,
And from remediless remorse
Preserve our long-loved friend.
HARTFORD, CONN., May 21, 1861.

-National Intelligencer, June 8.

AMERICA TO THE WORLD.

"You cannot be too decided or too explicit in making known to the French Government that there is not now, or has there been, nor will there be any, the least idea existing in this Government of suffering a dissolution of this Union to take place in any way whatever. There will be here only one nation and one Government, and there will be the same republic and the same constitutional Union that have already survived a dozen national changes and changes of Government in almost every other country. These will stand hereafter as they are now, objects of human wonder and human affection."-WILLIAM H. SEWARD.

I.

Tell them this Union, so great, cannot sever, Though it may tremble beneath the rude shock; As it hath lived, so it shall live forever,

Strong as the mountain oak, firm as the rock.

II.

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