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heroism. Mr. Weller was anxious to have gone off with the company from Hernando when it left for Pensacola, about six weeks since, but having been located here in some sort by the Bishop of the Diocese, he disliked to leave his church without the sacred sanction of his permission. No opportunity offered for him to obtain this until a short time ago; and when he told Bishop Green that the promptings of his heart were constantly calling him by day and night to defend his country upon the battle-field, that Rev. Prelate told him to go, and God's blessing go with him-that he (the Bishop) already had two sons in the field, and that he himself would be there if occasion called for his services.

Mr. Weller goes not as a hired chaplain or salaried officer of any sort, but with his rifle in his hand and his knapsack on his back, to do the duty and the whole duty of a private in the ranks; and we will venture the assertion, that there will be no man in all that army who will do it more thoroughly, more nobly, or more fearlessly.

Mr. Weller was very dear to the hearts of his congregation before. It is needless to say that he will

not be less dear in the future.

We are pleased to learn that the vestry of his church have unanimously granted him leave of absence for one year; have resolved that his position shall be kept open for him until he returns, and have continued his salary during his absence.-People's | Press, Hernando, (Miss.,) May 16.

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lady.

I was born in South Caro lina, but, thank God, left it in my childhood days with all my family. I will take employ here before the mast, in preference to your highest encomiums. "As a gentleman, I was in duty bound to reply to your letter; let it be your last to me.

"The American Flag-long may she wave
O'er the land of the free and the traitor's grave,"
"C. LEE MOSES,

"A Northern-made Sailor and Unionist."

of Senator Benjamin.-N. Y. Evening Post, May 18. The Argus states that Captain Moses is a relative

CHARLESTON, S. C., May 2.-It was the blasphe mous saying of some great warrior-we forget now who-that God always took sides with strong regiments. We are satisfied, from all our readings of history, that God's justice prevails over all-and, whether it is the weak or the strong, that, in the end, He will support the truth, the right, the pure, the just. We are not to determine what His judgments shall be from the casualties of a single hour.

We believe that God is with us. We solemnly believe that a most Providential care has guided and strengthened us thus far against the blind rages of our enemy; that, even in those respects in which we fancied we had lost an advantage-as in Anderson's abandonment of Moultrie and taking possession of Sumter-we were mistaken; and that the very strate

THE Portland (Me.) Argus publishes the following gies of our enemies became the secret of their overcorrespondence :

"DEAR SIR:-I am requested by Secretary Mallory to indite you a few lines soliciting your acceptance of a commission, commanding in the Confederate Navy of America; your pay to go on from the date of secession of your native State, (South Carolina.) Your high capabilities and qualifications as a seaman and navigator, and knowledge in angles, &c., &c., and associations of your honorable family, proclaim you to be a man of honor, consequently adhering to the great fundamental law of nature-home first, the cause of your own hearth-side before that of strangers. But worse than all, these strangers have waged war against us, and you are abiding with them-thus endorsing their acts; can you wantonly abandon your country, by forming an alliance with a Northern lady? * * * Here you are offered rank, honor, station, and everlasting employ; whilst the cold-hearted Northerners will even refuse you, (employ.)

"Answer in haste; and if you need funds to almost any amount, fail not to let me know. I will have you supplied by Southern friends at Portland. "In haste, yours truly,

"J. P. BENJAMIN, Atty-Gen'l, C. S. A. "To Capt. C. LEE MOSES, Saco, Me. "MONTGOMERY, April 9, 1861."

"OLD ORCHARD HOUSE, SACO, ME.,
April 17, 1861.

"Mr. J. P. BENJAMIN:

"SIR-Your letter of the 9th has been received, and I wish you and Mr. Mallory to distinctly understand that I hold no conference with traitors. The banner stamped upon this slip of paper is my adoration; it has real beauty; God bless it now and forever; and curses upon him who tramples upon it in the absence of manliness to protect it. I am and have been since last October the husband of a Saco

throw. And so of all the falsehoods of the Northern press, and so of all the mean, cunning trickery of the Government at Washington; and so of almost every event since the beginning of our struggle for peace and independence. The strongest fortress in the country-supposed to be too strong for all the power of South Carolina, under a siege of monthsis overthrown in thirty-three hours. The fortress, so impregnable, and so eagerly seized upon, becomes a rat-trap, from which the rats are smoked out. Even the military vanity, which insists upon saluting its flag at its overthrow, with one hundred guns, is relives than were lost during the bombardment. Verily, buked by an explosion which costs the garrison more if we needed signs and auguries, we have had them, and of the most grateful character.

Yes! we solemnly believe that a Providential intertribes that have been fattening so long upon our subposition is about to rescue us from the cormorant stance. We have made them great and prosperous! And they know not the source of their own prosperity! They "crammed, and blasphemed their feeders." By tariffs, navigation laws, internal improvements, and infernal appropriations, they swallowed up all our revenues. In their vanity and pride of heart they mocked at God-forgot him-mocked at usand now seek to destroy us! Shall God suffer the guilty, the presumptuous, the vain-glorious, the usurpative, the aggressive, to thrive, and triumph over those who have been only too submissive? Their insolence nears its end! They have reached the length of their tether! Henceforth, the South alone shall reap the large benefits and blessings of Southern culture and industry. May the great Father of the universe keep us, while enjoying the marvellous blessings of our own section, from any undue pride of heart! May He keep us always duly mindful of Him who is the great Source of all !-Charleston Mercury, May 3.

No!

ODE, FOR 1861.

BY REV. H. HASTINGS WELD.

O God of our fathers, Thy aid we implore,

'Mid the storm of rebellion, to shield us from danger;

The sunlight of union and peace to restore

O'er the flag that defied the assault of the stranger. To the fair open foe, our gauntlet we throw, But the snares of sedition we scarcely can know. Is the star-spangled banner no longer to wave

O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

Thy hand we confess; Thou hast humbled our pride, And we trust not in chariots, or count upon horses,

But rest on the might and the wisdom that guide

The sun in his path, and the stars in their courses. From Thy people that pray, Lord, turn not away; Let us welcome again the glad national day,

When the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

Away with all fears that our hearts might appal,

For the gloom does but herald a happier morrow; Heaven victory gives, if we faithfully call,

And the garment of joy, for the spirit of sorrow. Oh, then be the praise to the Ancient of Days, As, for God and our Country, our voices we raise ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

Religion, and virtue, and truth to maintain,

We have brought forth our flag before Heaven's high altar;

The right to assert, and the laws to sustain,

Before God we are bound, and we dare not to falter.

Interweave in its fold the blest symbol of old,
And let Calvary's emblem the standard uphold;
And the star-spangled banner forever shall wave
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
MOORESTOWN, N. J., July 4, 1861.

THE NATION'S VOICE.

BY REV. MARSHALL B. SMITH.

No longer shall our standard
Ignobly trail in dust,

Or the sword within its scabbard
Corroded be with rust;
For the Nation's heart is beating
With quick and mighty throes,
And the Nation's hands are ready
To subdue the Nation's foes.

From blue Penobscot's waters
To Potomac's crystal tide,
From the great Atlantic seaboard
To Nevada's snowy side,
One mighty voice is uttered,

Like the thunders of the sky:
"Neath the Stars and Stripes we'll rally,
And for them we will die.
Though the colors of the rebels

Float on every Southern plain, We will tear them from the staff-head, And raise the Stripes' again.

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THE SOUTHERN VOLUNTEER'S FAREWELL
TO HIS WIFE.

Fresh from snuff-dipping to his arms she went,
And he, a quid removing from his mouth,
Pressed her in anguish to his manly breast,
And spat twice, longingly, toward the South.
"Zara," he said, and hiccup'd as he spoke,
"Indeed, I find it most (hic) 'stremely hard
To leave my wife, my niggers, and my debts,
And march to glory with the 'Davis Guard;'

"But all to arms the South has called her sons,
And while there's something Southern hands can
steal,

You can't (hic) 'spect me to stay here at home,
With heartless duns forever at my heel.

"To-night a hen-coop falls; and in a week
We'll take the Yankee Capital, I think;
But should it prove (hic) 'spedient not to do't,
Why, then, we'll take-in short, we'll take a drink.

"I reckon I may perish in the strifeSome bullet in the back might lay me low; And as my business needs attendin' to,

I'll give you some directions ere I go:

"That cotton gin I haven't paid for yet

The Yankee trusted for it, dear, you know; And it's a most (hic) 'stremely doubtful thing, Whether it's ever used again, or no.

"If Yankee's agent calls while I am gone, It's my (hic) 'spress command and wish, that you Denounce him for an abolition spy,

And have him hung before his note is due.

"That octoroon-who made you jealous, love→→
Who sews so well, and is so pale a thing;
She keeps her husband, Sambo, from his work-
You'd better sell her-well, for what she'll bring.

"In case your purse runs low while I'm awayThere's Dinah's children- -two (hic) 'spensive whelps:

They won't bring much, the way the markets are,
But then, you know how every little helps.

"And there's that Yankee schoolmistress, you know, Who taught our darlings how to read and spell; Now don't (hic) 'spend a cent to pay her bill;

If she arn't tarred and feathered, she'll do well!

"And now, my dear, I go where booty calls; I leave my whiskey, cotton-crop, and thee; Pray that in battle I may not (hic) 'spire,

And when you lick the niggers, think of me.

"If on some mournful summer afternoon

They should bring home to you your warrior dead (drunk?)

Inter me with a toothpick in my hand,

And write a last (hic) jacet o'er my head."

KENTUCKY.

"Kentucky-she was the first State to enter the Union after the adoption of the Constitution; she will be the last to leave it."- Words inscribed on Kentucky's contribution to the Washington Monument.]

BY MRS. SOPHIA H. OLIVER.

"The first to join the patriot band,

The last bright star to fade and die,"
Oh, first-born daughter of the land,
Wilt thou thy sacred vow deny?
By all the lofty memories bright

That crown with light thy glorious past, Oh, speak again those words of might"The first to come, to leave the last."

The land for which our fathers fought,
The glorious heritage they gave,
The just and equal laws they wrought-
Rise, in your might, that land to save.
No parricidal daughter thou,

No stain be on thy fealty cast, But faithful to thy boast and vow, "Be first to come, to leave the last."

Oh, list not to the siren voice

That woos thee to a traitor cause; But answer, "I have made my choice; I will support my country's laws." Go, spurn disunion's foul cabal;

All party ties behind thee cast; And still at honor's, duty's call,

"Be first to come, to leave the last."

And land of high unsullied fame,

Hast thou no grievous wrongs to right? Thy hero, wrapped in Sumter's flame, And conquered in unequal fight! Thy banner trampled in the dustHark! shouts of freemen swell the blast, "We will defend our flag-we must

'Be first to come, to leave the last.'"

Land of my birth! how dear to me Has ever been thy spotless fame;

Oh, may I never, never see

The brand of traitor on thy name,

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They told him then, his youngest boy
Was putting his name on the roll:
"It must not be," said the brave old man ;
"No, no, he's the light of my soul ! "

But the lad came up with a beaming face,
Which bore neither fears nor cares:
"Father, say nothing-my name is down;
I have let out the farm on shares."

And now they've marched to the tented field,
And when the wild battle shall come,
They'll strike a full blow for the Stars and Stripes,
For God, and their Country, and Home.

-N. Y. Tribune, June 1.
See page 112, Rumors and Incidents, ante.

"THE RATTLESNAKE BANNER."

BY "W. M. w."

Sung by the 7,000 "chivalry" before a small audience of Northern mudsills, at the taking of Sumter.

Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,

Whose serpentine coilings through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming:

And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our snake was still there;

Oh, say, does the Rattlesnake Banner yet wave

O'er the land of the Bond, and the home of the Slave?

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Oh, thus be it ever, when Slavers shall stand

Between their loved home and the war's desola

tion; Blest with cotton and niggers, may our Rattlesnake land

Praise the power that hath made (?) and preserved (?) us a nation.

Then conquer we must, when our cause is so just,
And this be our motto-In Davis we trust!

And the Star-spangled Banner no longer shall wave
O'er the land of the Bond, and the home of the Slave.
-Galesburg (Ill.) Free Democrat, May 23.

THE SOUTHERN MALBROOK.

A SONG OF THE FUTURE.

BY R. H. STODDARD.

AIR-"Malbrough s'en va-t-en guerre."

Jeff. Davis has gone to battle,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Jeff. Davis has gone to battle,
Nor knows when he'll return.

He'll return on the first of April,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
He'll return on the first of April,
Or on the Fourth of July.

But the Fourth of July is over,

Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
But the Fourth of July is over,
And Davis does not return.

Lady Davis calls her Congress,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Lady Davis calls her Congress,
And mounts the speaker's chair.

She there perceives her nigger,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
She there perceives her nigger,
As black as the ace of spades.

"Nigger, my high-priced nigger,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Nigger, my high-priced nigger,
What tidings do you bring?"

"O Gorra, missus, de tidin's,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
O Gorra, missus, de tidin's,
Dey'll make yer lily eyes weep.

"Took off yer summer muslin,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Took off yer summer muslin,
Also yer more anteek.

"Massa Jeff. is done gone dead,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Massa Jeff. is done gone dead,
Dead an' buried, shu-ah!

"I seed him shove in de ground,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
I seed him shove in de ground,
By de Abolitioners!

"One follored wid his message,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
One follored wid his message,
Anoder wid his letters ob Mark.

"One carried his dyin' 'fession,
Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
One carried his dyin' 'fession,
Anoder some 'Fed'rate bon's.

"Dey hung him on de gallus,

Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee;
Dey hung him on de gallus,
Under de Stars an' Stripes.

"Around his tomb dey planted,

Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee, Around his tomb dey planted

De cussed Palmetter tree!

"Upon de topmost branches,

Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee,
Upon de topmost branches,
De Turkey buzzard sung.

"We seed his troubled spirit, Tweedledum, tweedledum, tweedledee, We seed his troubled spirit

Fly ober de Cotton States,

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They smile while the dart deeply pierces their heart,
But each eye flashes back the war glance,
As they watch the brave file march up with a smile,
'Neath their flag,-with their muskets and lance;
The cannon's loud roar vibrates on the shore,

But the people are quiet to-day,
As, startled, they see how fearless and free
March the companies-Ordered away.

Not a quiver or gleam of fear can be seen,
Though they go to meet death in disguise;
For the hot air is filled with poison distilled
'Neath the rays of fair Florida's skies..
Hark! the drum and fife awake to new life
The soldiers who-" can't get away;"
Who wish, as they wave their hats to the brave,
That they were the-Ordered away.

As our parting grows near, let us quell back the tear,
Let our smiles shine as bright as of yore;

Let us stand with the mass, salute as they pass,
And weep, when we see them no more.
Let no tear-drop or sigh dim the light of our eye,
Or move from our lips-as they say,

While waving our hand to a brave little band-
Good-by to the-Ordered away.

Let them go, in God's name, in defence of their fame, Brave death at the cannon's wide mouth;

Let them honor and save the land of the brave,

Plant Freedom's bright flag in the South. Let them go! While we weep, and lone vigils keep, We will bless them, and fervently pray

To the God whom we trust, for our cause firm but just,
And our loved ones-the Ordered away.

When fierce battles storm, we will rise up each morn,
Teach our young sons the sabre to wield;
Should their brave fathers die, we will arm them to fly
And fill up the gap in the field.

Then, fathers and brothers, fond husbands and lovers,
March! march bravely on !-we will stay,
Alone in our sorrow, to pray on each morrow,
For our loved ones-the Ordered away.
AUGUSTA, GA., April 2, 1861.

-Macon (Ga.) Telegraph, May 2

A SOUTHERN SONG.

BY "L. M."

If ever I consent to be married,
(And who would refuse a good mate?)
The man whom I give my hand to,
Must believe in the rights of the State.

To a husband who quietly submits
To negro equality sway,
The true Southern girl will not barter
Her heart and affections away.

The heart I may choose to preside o'er, True, warm, and devoted must be, And have true love for a Union

Under the Southern Liberty Tree.

Should Lincoln attempt to coerce him To share with the negro his right, Then, smiling, I'd gird on his armor, And bid him God-speed in the fight.

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