And if he should fall in the conflict, Than blush in a Tory embrace. We girls are all for a Union, Where a marked distinction is laid TO THE WASHINGTON ARTILLERY. BY A SOUTHERN LADY. Ye gallant men, march on, march on, Oh, Major brave, let them not shrink Let memories of their Southern birth And in the hour of battle dark, When foes stand man to man, Then strike, boys, strike! for your firesides; 'Tis a watchword which will never fail Then onward march, ye gallant men, -N. O. Delta, April 30. SECESSION SONG-DIXIE LAND. The popular "Dixie Land" has been adopted by the Secessionists, instead of the "Star-spangled Banner," as their National song. The Huntsville (Ala.) Examiner gives the version sung in that State : Away down South, in the Carolina, And Arkansaw, with her tooth-picker, Get away! get away! get away! Dixie Land! And next, Old North Carolina State, Hooray! hooray! hooray! Dixie Land! Get away! get away! get away! Dixie Land! May 12.-Mr. Wigfall says in a letter to a friend in Washington, in great confidence, that the Confederate army will capture Washington, Lincoln, and his Cabinet, unless they leave before the middle of June. He says they have nearly one hundred thousand well-armed troops, and in less than two weeks will be on their way to Washington, and expect to winter in Philadelphia.-Charleston Mercury. THE TWO ARMIES.-The Southern forces consist of two distinct armies-the Provisional and the Regular Confederate armies. The Provisionals are enlisted for the space of twelve months, to go wherever they are ordered. Most of their forces belong to this class, which is generally made up of volunteer State militia. Their uniform varies, much the same as the volunteers of the Northern State militia. Their pay is $11 per month. The services of all volunteers who may offer themselves are accepted. They are taken to Montgomery for inspection. Large numbers of the Provisional army are there encamped, much to the annoyance of the inhabitants. They get into town and call for what they want, but never pay for any thing. They drink and carouse night and day, and flourish their revolvers in the streets, swearing vengeance on all Northern men, or any men who dare oppose them. The citizens do not dare to come into the streets, as they do not know what moment they might receive a fatal shot. Ladies are exceedingly careful how they make their appearance in the streets. The regulars are enlisted for three years. These are composed of the lowest class of the white population, gathered up from the levee of New Orleans, Mobile, and other seaports-men who resort to this as a last means of obtaining a livelihood. Every inducement is offered to them to enlist. Large placards, announcing large bounties-money in advance-are Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! extensively circulated in the different cities through They've the men to do the fighting There's no use in scratchin' and bitin'; CHORUS. out the whole Southern country. Recruiting offices are established in Mobile, Montgomery, New Orleans, and other smaller towns in that section, but the recruits do not come in as quickly as was anticipated. Their uniform is indeed varied at present; but it Oh, I'm glad I am in Dixie! Hooray! hooray! is to consist of red flannel shirt, black hat, and blue In Dixie Land I take my stand, To live and die in Dixie ! Away! away! away down South in Dixie ! The sovereign State of Alabama Hooray! hooray! hooray! Dixie land! And Louisiana then will come, And Texas, too, will help us some; pants. Their pay is only $7 per month. They are SOUTHERN IDEAS OF NORTHERN BRAVERY.-The Chinese and the Yankees are exceedingly alike, and we have always thought that they were much more nearly related than the Japanese and the almondeyed people of the Flowery Kingdom. When a Chinaman prepares for war-measuring his enemy's courage by his own-he attempts to work Look away! look away! look away! Dixie Land! | upon his fears. He puts on a hideous mask, arms himself with a huge shield, upon which he paints some unearthly monster; and, when thus accoutred, he goes forth in cold sweat to encounter the enemy. As soon as he beholds his adversary, he utters a fearful roar, broadsides his shield, and if his opponent does not at once take to his heels, John Chinaman always does. The wars of New England have always been conducted upon the Chinese plan. To hear their orators and read their newspapers, one would suppose that he was looking at a Chinaman clothed with all the pomp and circumstance of mask, shield, and stinkpot. The Yankee orators are only equalled by the Yankee editors in deeds of valor. Let war be breathed, and they first swear to a man that they arc ready and anxious to exterminate creation, whilst the latter, not content, like Alexander, to sigh for more worlds to conquer, threaten to destroy the laws of gravity and lay violent hands upon the whole planetary system. Yet, these war mandarins are all members of the Peace Society, and would no more think of resenting a blow on the cheek, the seduction of a wife, or the dishonor of a daughter, than they would of flying. We have not forgotten how all Massachusetts collected in Boston when Anthony Burns was to be delivered to his Virginia master, and swore that it should not be done. A single file of soldiers, however, marched the fugitive from State street to the lower end of Long Wharf, through miles of streets packed with valorous fanatics, who did nothing but sing old Puritan hymns, with a most hideous and barbarous disregard to metre.-Richmond Examiner. would evoke a voice of indignant denunciation from the old hero's grave. By his will, Gen. Jackson bequeathed the first of these three swords to his nephew and adopted son, Andrew Jackson Donelson, the second to his grandson, Andrew Jackson, and the third to his grandnephew, Andrew Jackson Coffee. The clause relative to the first runs thus: "Seventh-I bequeath to my well-beloved nephew, Andrew J. Donelson, son of Samuel Donelson, deceased, the elegant sword presented to me by the State of Tennessee, with this injunction, that he fail not to use it, when necessary, in support and protection of our glorious Union, and for the protection of the constitutional rights of our beloved country, should they be assailed by foreign enemies or domestic traitors." Where is Andrew J. Donelson now, and to what uses is he applying this legacy of his great kinsman, confided to his presumed patriotism, accompanied with so solemn an injunction? In the ranks of rebellion, fighting against "our glorious Union!" Among "domestic traitors," battling for the overthrow of "the constitutional rights of our country," through the destruction of the Constitution itself. Again:"I bequeath to my beloved grandson, Andrew Jackson, son of Andrew Jackson, Jr., and Sarah, his wife, the sword presented to me by the citizens of Philadelphia, with this injunction, that he will always use it in defence of the Constitution and our glorious Union, and the perpetuation of our Republican system." And where is this Andrew Jackson, honored by his patriotic grandfather, and where the sword intrusted to his keeping? It is rusting in its scabbard at home, while treason is hewing at the Constitution, and the cannon of rebellion thundering against the Union. The degenerate grandson is himself on the side of the traitors, aiding by his influence and his money the conspirators who are thus in arms against both, and who are battling for the overthrow of "our republican system." And again : THE THREE SWORDS.-That indomitable patriot, President Jackson, had, in his day, to deal with secession. It was then called Nullification; but it was in its elements secession pure and simple. He designated it by its right name when he denounced it as treason, and he appreciated its nature when he dealt with it as such. Had he been made of different stuff; had he been less imbued with patriotism; had he lacked courage; had he been weak of purpose, or imbecile from age; had he sympathized with their "To my grand-nephew, Andrew Jackson Coffee, I objects, or for years associated with the conspirators, bequeath the elegant sword presented to me by the taken them to his counsels, or yielded to their influ- Rifle Company of New Orleans, commanded by Capt. ences; had he been content with entreaty where he Beal, as a memento of my regard, and to bring to his had the right to command; there would have been recollection the gallant services of his deceased father, rebellion in his time under the auspices of Calhoun Gen. John Coffee, in the late Indian and British wars, and his followers, as we have it now under the guid- under my command, and his gallant conduct in deance of Jeff. Davis and his associates. But a Jack-fence of New Orleans in 1814-'15, with this injuneson, and not a Buchanan, was at the head of the State, and he waited not an hour for treason to gather strength. He throttled it at once. The sword and the gallows were waiting the conspirators, and sharp justice was ready with its retribution. Treason shrunk dismayed at these preparations, and the repose of the country was secured by the man who saved it at New Orleans. tion, that he wield it in protection of the rights secured to the American citizen under our glorious Constitution, against all invaders, whether foreign foes or intestine traitors." Where, again, is Andrew Jackson Coffee, and in what cause is he wielding the gift of his benefactor? He too is among the traitors, and the sword placed in his hands for the "protection of the rights secured to American citizens under our glorious Constitution," is pointed at the hearts of loyal men, and whetted for the destruction of that "glorious Constitution” that he was so solemnly enjoined to defend. Jackson's life was full of opportunities for the display of patriotism and courage, if not always of practical wisdom and calm statesmanship. He was certainly to an unexampled degree an object of popular idolatry. Tennessee presented him with a sword; the citizens of Philadelphia gave him another; and the riflemen of New Orleans endowed him with a third. We mention only these among the hundred other testimonials that honored his active career or graced his retirement, because they have a history connected with the present as well as the past,-a history which, were the dead permitted to speak,| Times, May 31. Such is thus far the melancholy history of these three swords, each the legacy of a great man to his kinsmen, and such the uses to which they are applied. If facts were wanting to illustrate the commonplace touching the degeneracy of the successors of great men, how abundantly are they furnished in the story of this will and its consequences?-N. Y. Daily APPALACHICOLA, FLORIDA.-Captain S. G. Sexton, | before remarked, their cavalry ran away from us in the wildest confusion.-N. Y. Herald, June 5. of Savannah, pilot of the steamship Florida, and Mr. William Philips, pilot of the new steamship Mississippi, not yet completed, arrived in Macon from New York, having fled from New York for their lives. They came by the way of Cincinnati and Nashville. They report hard times with some of the Southern steamship captains. The Alabama was seized and pressed into Government service, and Captain Schenck offered the alternative of the yard-arm or to retain command of his vessel as a United States transport. He took the latter, and is now carrying troops to Annapolis. Commodore Michael Berry, of the Charleston steamship Columbia, had a narrow escape with his life. His ship was seized in like manner, and when he refused to go into service, they proceeded summarily to the work of execution; but by good luck he slipped his neck out of the rope, jumped overboard, was taken up by a steam-tug, and escaped. A blood-thirsty spirit runs riot in New York, and no man's life is safe who does not shout for Southern invasion and massacre. Every thing which would float was being seized for the transportation of troops South, and the idea was to wipe us all out in three to six months. Mr. Sexton brought New York dates to the 24th, and important despatches to the owners of the Savannah and New York steamship lines.-Appa lachicola Times. THE Bangor Whig says that during a drill of Capt. Burton's six-footers, at Oldtown, a few days ago, while marching upon a platform toward the river, where the platform ended, no order to halt being given, they kept on until ten had jumped into the river, and commenced swimming. Had not the order been given, the whole company would have followed them, and probably kept on swimming to this day. -Boston Transcript, May 23. A PRIVATE of the U. S. Dragoons engaged in the skirmish at Fairfax Court House, says :-"We were up to the Court House at 3 o'clock in the morning. On approaching it, the rebels challenged us by asking, "Who comes there?" The answer, "Cavalry," was given. The next question was, "What cavalry?" To this we replied, "United States cavalry," and at the same time we fired a volley into the secessionists. They then took to their heels and fled through the village like so many deer. They were all mounted, but proved themselves very inefficient dragoons. We then returned through the village, when we noticed in the twilight a company of infantry, with a field-piece, drawn up to receive us. Nothing daunted, however, we immediately charged, and cut our way through them. At this time the people were firing on us from the Court House and tavern; but owing to the early hour-it not yet being daybreak-and to the dust which our horses raised, most of their shots were at random, and took no effect. For the same reason we cannot be positive how many men we killed, although we do not think that the number (27) set down in the public prints is exaggerated, from the fact that one of our men, who was in the hands of the enemy for a short time as a prisoner, says that he saw a great many bodies taken into the Court House. Each of us was armed with a sabre, carbine, and two revolvers. The rebels did not appear to be well equipped, although, on the whole, they ought to have made a better fight of it than they did, as they outnumbered us six to one. As CANADIAN OPINION.-A Quebec paper has the following singular article on the progess of events in the United States. Taking this startling statement, with some late editorial remarks of New York journals in the extreme Democratic and radical Republican interests, the reader will feel some interest in the communication: "We warn our readers against placing implicit reliance in the accounts of the civil war which come by telegraph. We have private letters from Charleston and New Orleans, and we have others from St. Louis and Baltimore, which put a very different face on matters from that given by the telegraphic despatches. They all represent the feeling in the South as one of the most intense hatred towards the North; they speak of the Baltimoreans as outraged by the presence of so many detested Massachusetts soldiers; they express the utmost confidence in the ultimate victory of the South, and they make light of the blockade and of the chance of servile insurrection. "The telegraph wires all pass through the Northern States. The press despatch published this morning shows how the Administration controls the lines. And under these circumstances there is more faith to be placed in one letter than in half a dozen telegrams. While the telegraphic despatches from New York indicate nothing but ardor for war, private advices represent the people even there as tired of the contest, which can lead to nothing but discontent and disaster. Already are the Democrats of the North beginning to argue among themselves that a strong central Government is not what they have been advocating. Already are the sympathizers with the South beginning to multiply. Already, before the first battle, are the spirits of the Northerners beginning to sink. Meanwhile, both in the North and the South, republican institutions are failing, and the advocates of a change to a dictatorship, if not to a monarchy, are gaining ground."-N. Y. Illustrated News, July 6. FORTS AND FORTRESSES.-There is but one fortress in the United States-Fortress Monroe; all the other fortified places defending our harbors are called forts. The distinction betwixt these two terms is very wide. All fortresses are forts or fortified places; but all forts are not fortresses. A fort may be simply an advanced work to protect the extended lines or walls of a fortress. Generally fortresses are extensive enceintes for the reception of garrisons, and built for the protection of cities. In the United States no extensive fortified places, with large garrisons, have been constructed for the defence of cities. Fortifications in this country have had reference principally to harbor defence. Fortress Monroe, with its capacity for a garrison, (it includes 75 acres,) was constructed for the defence of the important Navy Yard of Gosport and Norfolk, now in possession of Virginia or the Confederate States. The construction of the extensive walls of a fortress involves the highest science of engineering. Not so with the forts. The former implies polygons, bastions, curtains, glacis, covered ways, planks, scarps and counter-scarps, ravelins, redans, redoubts, and the whole vocabulary of engineering science. Add to this idea a vast enceinte, or circumvallation, to contain a large garrison of troops, and a fortress rises to its proportionate majesty. A full garrison for Fortress Monroe is 3,000 men.-National Intelligencer, June 6. PATRIOTIC SONG. TUNE-"British Grenadiers." Up, up, ye gallant freemen! Hear, hear the traitors call: "We'll plant our flag at Washington, Float it o'er Faneuil Hall!" "NEVER!" from out a million throat Leaps ready answer true; Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! For the Stripes and Starry blue ! The sun, in rising, touches The spire on Bunker Hill, And on the Heights of Dorchester At eve lies calm and still, And as of old, beneath their shades Beat loyal hearts and true; Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! For the Stripes and Starry blue ! Green lie the plains of Lexington, In traitorous Baltimore; And hearts like theirs by thousands come, And freedom's vow renew; Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! For the Stripes and Starry blue ! Our faith, and love, and patience, "Let us alone," the haughty South And while they cry, the murderous shot O'er gallant Sumter flew ; Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! For the Stripes and Starry blue ! From city, farm, and workshop, THE BATTLE-CRY. Look there! the beacon's crimson light And now the warning trumpet peals! A thousand windows flash with fires, Far down the hollow street rebounds And, ringing o'er the pavement, sounds Then answers to the echoing drum The courier, in his arrowy flight, Your country's story bears; -N. Y. Express, June 12 HYMN FOR A FLAG-RAISING. BY MRS. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE. At the raising of the Stars and Stripes over Andover Seminary, on the 5th, the following hymn, written for the occasion by Mrs. H. B. Stowe, was sung to the tune of "America": Here, where our fathers came, To light our days Here, where with faith and prayer They reared these walls in air, Now, to the heavens so fair, Their flag we raise. Look ye, where free it waves Blessing their sleep; Now pledge your heart and hand, Till death to keep. God of our fathers! now Judge and defend; Let Freedom's banner wave, THE SOLDIER'S HYMN. O God of our fathers, on the earth, With strength from Thy almighty hand. The cloud of war comes from the South; The battle-storm bursts o'er our heads; Our starry flag a rainbow bright, A glory round our pathway sheds. Our fathers' spirits watch that flag, And when victorious we return, Oh, may those folds be pure and free, As when our father Washington Gave us our Flag and Liberty. Thou God of Battles, hear our prayer! -Hampshire (Mass.) Gazette, June 11. GENERAL HARNEY. BY "LEXINGTON." Come, now, a cheer for Harney, The valiant and the true! Faithful among the faithless, Give him the honor due. Rebellion wooed and threatened; Friends, kindred, claimed his aid; And soon the wronging whisper ran, "By him, too, we're betrayed! "And, like the hoary traitor Of Pascagoula's shore, Like Lee, and Chase, and Beauregard, He breaks the oath he swore ! " But he wavered not an instant; With thoughts of those old battle-fields And he swore by all that touches To stand by that bright banner So, then, a cheer for Harney! -Boston Transcript. THE CHARGE ON THE TWELVE HUNDRED; OR, THE FAIRFAX STAMPEDE. Twelve hundred "gentlemen," real F. F. V.'s, What did those fire-eating gentlemen do, Oh, not at all; and that wasn't the worst: POETRY-47 |