Come, stir, then, an' trim for the work; An' wi' firelock in hand, our tartan-clad band Then heeze out the pipes wi' a cheer, An' up wi' some heart-thrillin' strain, To mind us the field is where Scots never yield, "Saint Andrew!"-an' let them beware When doure Southron knaves wad mak North-folk their slaves The Seventy-ninth will be there! The Union, the Nation, an' Name, The "Stars and the Stripes," an' the Laws Oh! never can hand wave the death-dealing brand In what could be holier cause! Then muster, my bonnie brave Scots, Where'er be the van, one in heart to a man- LOYAL DELAWARE. In all the range of Border States, To whom we've ne'er been crusty, The staunch, unflinching Delaware's The only one that's trusty. While wicked Treason rages wild All up and down her borders, She still defends the Stars and Stripes, And waits for further orders. Not all Virginia's treachery, Nor Maryland's distraction, Can make her quit her Uncle Sam, For any Traitor faction. And Delaware has had her share But then there's something in her soil The Union will remember her, A REMARKABLE LATTER-DAY PROPHECY.-The vision or prophecy of Joseph Hoag, which we publish below, is so remarkable in the accuracy of some of its details, that were its authenticity not attested by the most respectable and reliable living witnesses, we should hardly credit it. The predicted "civil war," now on the threshold of fulfilment, is not more singular than are several other features in the vision which have already been verified. As much as six months ago, a Quaker gentleman in Philadelphia, well acquainted with the history of this "vision," also with some of the children of its venerated author, expressed to us a desire to see it published in the Press. We have been at some pains to ascertain certain particulars respecting this remarkable man, some of which we here give as introductory to his prophecy. Joseph Hoag was an eminent minister of the Gospel in the Society of Friends. At the date of his subjoined vision, in 1803, this Society was a unit, the division in it not having occurred until 1827. After the separation, Hoag affiliated with the Orthodox branch, in which connection he continued until his death, at the age of forty five. His ancestors were among the early settlers of New England, and lived for several generations in the State of New Hampshire, although he was born in Duchess County, New York, but in early life removed to the home of his ancestors. In his services as a minister he travelled extensively throughout the United States, and he is well remembered by a large number of the old members of the Society of Friends in Philadelphia as a very gifted and spiritual-minded minister. Those who knew him best say that he was a man of great piety and very correct life and conversation from his youth; also, that his spiritual perceptions were very deep and clear, so much so that he was often favored with a sense of the condition of other people with out outward knowledge, and in many instances, known to persons still living, foretold circumstances which occurred long afterwards, and of which he could have had no knowledge when he predicted them. A journal of his life exists, in which the author says Hoag was a man of good understanding, retentive memory, and a mind seasoned with grace. His conversation was truly instructive. He appeared most conspicuous in the gift of the ministry, and the spirit of prophecy." The following is "As I reflected upon the singularity of the event, my mind was struck into a silence the most solemn İ ever remember to have witnessed, for all my faculties were low, and unusually brought into deep silence. I said to myself, What can all this mean? I do not recollect ever before to have been sensible of such feelings. "And I heard a voice from heaven, saying: 'This which thou seest is a sign of the present coming times. I took the forefathers of this country from a land of oppression; I planted them here among the people of the forest; I sustained them, and while they were humble I blessed them, and fed them, and they became a numerous people. But they have now become proud, and forgotten me, who nourished them, and protected them in the wilderness, and are running into every abomination and evil practice of which the old countries are guilty, and have taken quietude from the land, and suffered a dividing spirit to come among them-lift up thine eyes, and behold.' And I saw them dividing in great heat. The division began in the churches on points of doctrine. It commenced in the Presbyterian Society, and went through the various religious denominations, and in its progress and close, its effects were the same. Those who dissented went off with high heads and taunting language, and those who kept to their origi nal sentiments appeared exercised and sorrowful. And when the dividing spirit entered the Society of Friends, it raged in as high degree as in any I had noticed or before discovered; and as before, those who separated went off with lofty looks, and taunting, censuring language. Those who kept their ancient principles retired by themselves. It next appeared in the Lodges of the Free Masons; it broke out in appearance like a volcano, inasmuch as it set the country in an uproar for a time. "Then it entered politics throughout the United States, and did not stop until it produced a civil war. An abundance of blood was shed in the course of the combat; the Southern States lost their power, and slavery was annihilated from their borders. Then a monarchical power sprang up, took the Government of the States, established a national religion, and made all societies tributary to support its expenses. I saw them take property from Friends. amazed at beholding all this, and I heard a voice proclaiming: This power shall not always stand, but with it I will chastise my Church until they return to the faithfulness of their forefathers; thou seest what is coming upon thy native country for their iniquities and the blood of Africa, the remembrance of which has come up before me.' I was "This vision is yet for many days. I had no idea of writing it for many years, until it became such a burden that, for my own relief, I have written it."Phila. Press, May 19. "LET US ALONE."-So says Jeff. Davis in his Message. So say all the Southern rebels. "We don't want any war-only let us alone, and we will not trouble you. We desire peace." Every thief and robber says the same thing. Every violator of law wants to be let alone. The expression has an appropriate origin. Certain unclean spirits first used it to Jesus of Nazareth. They had full possession, and did not want to be disturbed. The Secessionists have stolen our territory, for which we paid millions; our forts, and navy yards, and arsenals, and ships, and custom-houses, and mints; have cruelly treated our citizens, whipping, tarring and feathering, hanging, and murdering them; have opened their batteries upon a little handful of half-starved men, and burned them out with red-hot shot; have undertaken to break up the best Government upon earth for no other cause than that they could no longer rule it; have erected batteries around other forts, and only wait an opportunity to batter them down; have put the arms stolen from us into the hands of those who threaten our destruction, and then coolly exclaim, as soon as they see the uprising of millions of brave and patriotic hearts in the defence of the Government, "Let us alone!" They haven't let us alone, and they can't be let alone till the evil spirit is cast out of them, even though it be with some rending and tearing" of the body.—Cincinnati Gazette, May 15. 66 SEIZURE OF A MAP.-Months ago Governor Letcher caused surveys to be carefully made for a military map of Virginia. The memoranda and detached plans were sent to a German employed in the Coast Survey Office, to be engraved. He recommended forwarding them to New York. A few maps were engraved, and sent with the plate and original materials toward Richmond, necessarily through Washington, where the Government took charge of them.N. Y. Commercial, May 21. BUNKER HILL DAY IN VIRGINIA.-Out a mile from the city of Alexandria, Va., on a beautiful plain, is the camp of the Massachusetts Fifth, in which are two companies from Charlestown. When at home, the 17th is kept by them as an anniversary, and they determined to remember the Battle of Bunker Hill although on Virginia soil. A half mile west from the camp there is a beautiful shady grove of oaks, and there they spread their collation. Invited guests were present-citizens of Massachusetts now in this vicinity, twenty or more. After battalion drill, the companies, under command of Capt. Boyd, proceeded to the grove. The fine band of the Michigan Regiment was engaged for the occasion, and they filled the surrounding woods with "Hail, Columbia," and "Yankee Doodle." There were long tables erected; there were cold meats, pastry, fruit, oranges, strawberries and cream, nuts, raisins, tea and punch, but no other spirituous liquors. After the feast came the patriotism-speeches and sentiments from Captains Boyd and Swan, Z. K. Pangborn, J. M. Stone, of Charlestown, Col. Lawrence, Col. Green, Hon. J. M. S. Williams, of Cambridge, and many other gentleinen; and then the boys all joined in singing an ode for Bunker Hill, written for the occasion by George H. Dow, Esq. : : "FOR BUNKER HILL." AIR-"America." Though many miles away For, brothers side by side Of Bunker Hill. The memory of that spot, Protects us here! It was delightful-the day, the occasion, the scene. It was the 17th of June, the anniversary of the battle of Bunker Hill. It was in Virginia. Those who celebrated it were there because they loved their country, and were true to the memory of their Revolutionary fathers, the Constitution, and their flag. They were ready to spring from that festive table up the hill that rose above them at the first alarm, and It was a lovely fight as their fathers fought in '75. scene. In the distance was the marble Capitol and the unfinished monument to the ever-blessed memory of Washington, and the winding Potomac; nearer was the city of Alexandria, the bridges, and groves, and verdant fields red with clover bloom, or waving with milk-white daisies; the tents of the encampments; the moving masses of men; the red-legged Zouaves; the dark-blue Pennsylvanians and Michiganders, their arms glistening in the sun as they wheeled and deployed, or rushed across their parade; the hurrahs of the Bunker Hill boys; the roll of distant drums, and up the plain two miles distant were the solid columns of ten thousand men in review, with their banners waving in the air. It was a scene of indescribable beauty and grandeur. Under such auspices and amid such scenes was the ever-memorable day of victory in defeat nobly and fittingly celebrated in the Old Dominion by the everloyal sons whose home is beneath the shadow of Bunker Hill." Carleton," in the Boston Journal. SUPPOSED OFFICIAL CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN JEFF. DAVIS AND GOVERNOR MAGOFFIN. MONTGOMERY, April 20. DEAR BERIAH:-Doubtless ere this the glad news has reached you that another star has been added to our glorious constellation; that Old Virginia has announced herself a member of the Confederacy of States now engaged in a struggle for Southern independence. Does not your heart yearn to be among us? Will Kentucky, whose past history is so indissolubly connected with the grand achievements of the sunny South-will she prove herself an exception? Need I remind you of the promises made by her illustrious son and gallant Senator, before the Charleston Convention met? Need I tell you of his patriotic efforts, in connection with the illustrious Floyd, during the last four years, to place the South in a defensive attitude? And now, that the blow is struck, where will Kentucky be found? What is your duty in the premises? Plainly this: to call a session of the Legislature, write a message portraying vividly the nature of the contest-the two alternatives: Southern rights and peculiar institutions, or Northern fanaticism and Abolition hordes. Screw their courage up to the seceding point. Advise a secret session, and a secession is sure to follow. While they are arranging matters inside, you can get the State Guard ready to commence operations. Don't trust the people-precipitation is the word. Yours, secedingly, JEFF. DAVIS. P. S.-Give my love to Breckinridge. BERIAH TO JEFF. FRANKFORT, May 6. DEAR JEFF.:-I take my pen in hand to let you know that I am well, as this leaves me at present, hoping these few lines will find you in the same condition. I have seen Breckinridge, and he told me to tell you that Kentucky is all right-bound to secede, and go South. He told me to issue a proclamation, which I did. I have got the Legislature here, but I can't get them to shut the doors. Breck. told me to tell them to secede, and I did so. Some of them are stubborn, and say they won't do it, but Breck. says they'll be all right after a while. I have sent Blanton Duncan to you. He is a good fellow, and I hope you'll make his acquaintance. He has plenty of money, which I find is a good thing to secesh with. Excuse haste, and believe me to remain, DEAR BERIAH :-I am glad to hear of your progress Southward. We are progressing rapidly in Montgomery. Tell Breckinridge that we will give him a place in the Cabinet as soon as he secedes. If you can only get a Secession Ordinance before the people, we'll see that it is passed. We will send up some Minute Men, who will vote every hour until the thing is done. I saw Blanton yesterday. He says Kentucky is a unit for us. He will take some of the Confederate loans, and I understand your friend, James B. Clay, will do likewise. Hoping soon to welcome Kentucky to our family altar, I am, Yours, Confederately, P. S.-Blanton sends his best respects. BERIAII TO JEFF. JEFF. FRANKFORT, May 25. DEAR JEFF.-You've got me into a devil of a scrape. The Legislature won't secede. I haven't seen Breckinridge for a long time. I don't know where he is. I had to issue a neutrality proposition, because the Unionists looked as if they were going to carry things their own way. I suppose Breckinridge will be mad at it, but I can't help it. He wasn't here to tell me what to do. I think he has got scared at the Union demonstrations, and subsided. I think we'd better not be in too great a hurry with Kentucky. If we get her out, it must be by a show of fairness, otherwise it may cost us our necks. The Union men swear they'll hang us if we "precipitate" her. Neutrality is the best we can do until the turn | A BOLD SOLDIER BOY, belonging to the Thirteenth New York Regiment, writes from Washington to his sister:-"I have grown two feet in two days, prefer gunpowder to butter on my bread, and have made arrangements to sleep forever hereafter in a cannon." |—Boston Transcript, May 22. EQUAL TO THE EMERGENCY.-Benjamin Acton, of Salem County, N. J., has planted his farm with cotton, by the advice of a practical cotton-grower.-N. Y. Sun, May 15. Ir is asked, Where shall our privateers carry their prizes while our ports are blockaded? We answer; To that neutral port which the captain shall preferthat neutral port which may be nearest at the time of the capture-which may be reached with the least danger of re-capture-where his prize may be sold at the best price. A neutral nation violates no neutral obligation in receiving a captured prize-ship into its port. This is a matter which the laws of nations leave to the discretion of the neutral, and which it may regulate, like any other subject of internal police. It is only required that it apply the same rule to both belligerents. It is to be expected that a neutral nation not unfriendly to us will see with pleasure the arrival of prizes in its ports. Every prize will benefit the neutral city by giving employment and paying money to its inhabitants; and by selling among them valuable stocks of merchandise at the lowest prices. When admitted into the port, by the laws of nations the prize is under the protection of the neutral power; the possession by the captor is sufficient proof of his right, and his title cannot there be questioned. But the captor is responsible to his own Government; and must show, in a court of his own country, that the captured vessel was the property of the enemy; and for this purpose, the papers of the prize vessel are sufficient evidence. A district court of the Confedcrate States will entertain jurisdiction of the case, and render judgment, in the absence of the prizevessel, and while it remains in safe-keeping, in the neutral port.-Mobile Register. COL. W. H. THOMAS, Senator from Jackson, North Carolina, has at the service of the State one of the most remarkable bodies of men in the country. It is a company of 200 Cherokee Indians, organized for battle, and styled the "Junaluske Zouaves." It appears that Col. Thomas, who is the business agent of the Cherokees, lately called a council of the Indians, and explained to them the condition of the country. The chiefs discussed the matter, and said, after consultation, that although they did not understand the national difficulty, they did know North Carolina, and |