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And Morton, with some trusty chaps,
Went up to see "Meguffin;
At 6 A. M. they took their traps,
And off they went a-puffin',
So they did.

Magoffin 4 A. M. did fix,

By post and by the wire;
But when the hour had come-why nix
Comebraus was he-Beriah,
So he was.

And then, could you have heard them swear!
Them chaps along with Perry:
They cussed, and stamped, and pulled their
hair,

For they were angry-very,
So they were.

And when they found that they were sold,
And saw no chance for fighting,
They took a train that they controlled,
And home they went a-kiting,
So they did.

At 2 A. M. the scamp did come,
But didn't let them know it;
And so, at three, they started home,
And when they start, they "go it,"
So they do.

No matter what they find to do,
"Tis done with all their power;
What other men will do in two,
They'll do in just one hour,
So they will.
And now, if they could mix his "todd,"
They'd put some pizen stuff in,
And serve their country and their God,
By killing off "Meguffin,"
So they would.

And serve the devil, too, as well,
By sending him, a traitor,

To roast eternally in hell,
As Pat would roast a tater,

So they would.

Just give them chaps a half a chance-
Let them but lay a hand on
A traitor, and he'll have to dance,
With atmosphere to stand on,
So he will.

But those who love old Uncle Sam,
THEY love, and in their greeting,
They show it, and in every palm,
You feel the heart a-beating,
So you do.

For patriots are brothers all-
Alike our flag they cherish;
With it, aloft, they bear the scroll:
"Let every traitor perish,"

THE MAID OF ULSTER.

DEDICATED TO THE 20TH REGIMENT N. Y. S. M.

BY M. M'N. WALSH.

Her uncle was a counsellor, of wealth, and wit, and

skill,

A finished classic scholar, and master of the quill;
An editor and Congressman, a Democrat in truth,
A real Northern gentleman, conservative from youth.
No boaster, and no blusterer-no vain, conceited
knave,

No perjurer, no plunderer, but honest, generous,

brave;

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Students, doctors, lawyers,
Make a sight sublime,
With the shoulder-hitters,
"Coming up to time;"
Officers and seamen,
Salts and jolly tars,
All are now enlisting,
Going to the wars.

Timid, blushing maiden

Softly gasps, "My gracious!" As her gallant lover

Swears he'll shoot Jeff. Davis.
Proud and doting father,
When he says, "My son,"
Hears his roguish youngster
Whisper, "of a gun.”

Gallant-looking firemen,
In their flannel shirts,
Reckon they can handle

"Them 'ere Southern squirts."
Armies from the mountains,
Armies from the hills,
Armies from the workshops,
Armies from the mills;
Hosts of freemen rushing
Round the Stripes and Stars;
Gracious! won't the Southrons
Get their full of wars!

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"All we ask is to be let alone."-JEFF. DAVIS.

A dog having stolen a large piece of meat,
Ran off with the prize he regarded so sweet,
And while he was quietly gnawing the bone,
He asked nothing more than to be let alone.
You impudent rascal! the market man cried,
Your villainous action cannot be denied,
"Tis foolish to think, when your conduct is known,
That any good peoplo will let you alone.

'Tis thus with mankind, though conscious of wrong,
They sing for a pretext a similar song;
Though of infamous character second to none,
They howl like the dog, and cry, Let us alone.
Just so with Jeff. Davis, he asks nothing more,
He says so to-day-he has said it before,
Comes out in his message in thundering tone,
And says all he wants is to be let alone.

The traitorous minions who follow his lead,
Would fain on the ruins of Liberty feed,
And gnaw the flesh clean from the Federal bone,
If Uncle Sam only would let them alone.
Let them capture the forts, and our property seize,
Make war on the Government-do as they please,
And still they cry out, with a piteous moan,
We're opposed to coercion-oh, let us alone.

They treat with contempt our Union and name,
Disregard constitutional freedom and fame,
Appropriate millions of funds not their own,
And yet cry indignantly, Let us alone.
Such unblushing impudence rarely is found,
Their lofty pretensions must fall to the ground,
For they to the wind and the tempest have sown,
And the whirlwind now will not let them alone.

SONGS OF THE REBELS.

THE SOUTHRON'S WAR-SONG.

BY J. A. WAGENER.

Arise! arise! with main and might,
Sons of the sunny clime!
Gird on the sword; the sacred fight,
The holy hour doth chime.
Arise the craven host draws nigh,
In thundering array;
Arise, ye brave! let cowards fly-
The hero bides the fray.

Strike hard, strike hard, thou noble band;
Strike hard, with arm of fire!
Strike hard, for God and fatherland,
For mother, wife, and sire!

Let thunders roar, the lightning flash;

Bold Southron, never fear!

The bay'net's point, the sabre's clash, True Southrons do and dare!

Bright flow'rs spring from the hero's grave;
The craven knows no rest!

Thrice curs'd the traitor and the knave!
The hero thrice is bless'd.

Then let each noble Southron stand,
With bold and manly eye:

We'll do for God and fatherland;
We'll do, we'll do or die!

-Charleston Courier, June 11.

HURRAH!

BY A MISSISSIPPIAN.

Hurrah! for the Southern Confederate State,
With her banner of white, red, and blue;
Hurrah! for her daughters, the fairest on earth,
And her sons, ever loyal and true!

Hurrah! and hurrah! for her brave volunteers,
Enlisted for freedom or death;
Hurrah! for Jeff. Davis, Commander-in-Chief,

And three cheers for the Palmetto wreath!

Hurrah! for each heart that is right in the cause;
That cause we'll protect with our lives;
Hurrah! for the first one who dies on the field,
And hurrah! for each one who survives!

Hurrah! for the South-shout hurrah! and hurrah!
O'er her soil shall no tyrant have sway.

In peace or in war we will ever be found

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Invincible," now and for aye.

-Mobile Register.

THE NATCHEZ MILITARY.

BY WALTER STANLEY.

The stirring notes of the rolling drum
Awaken the brave again;

So wave a kiss to your friends and home,
And away to the battle-plain.

Our trade is war, and we do not care
How quickly the summons come;
To meet the foe we will gaily go,

To the sound of the fife and drum.

The fierce invader and all his band,
With his grove of shining steel,
May never rule where our sires died,
By his cannon's thundering peal.
We never knelt at the gory shrine

Of the fierce and cruel Mars;
But we draw the sword for our firesides,
And gaily march to the war.

And there on the field of death and doom
Our banner shall proudly wave,
Or we, who fight for the sunny South,
Will sleep in the honor'd grave..

Now let us be faithful, bold, and true,
And Heaven will bless us still;
And so good-bye to our homes and friends,
And Natchez on the Hill.

-Natchez Free Trader.

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JOHN BROWN, DEAD YET SPEAKETH.-Who would have dreamed, a year and a half since, that a thousand men in the streets of New York would be heard singing reverently and enthusiastically in praise of John Brown! Such a scene was witnessed on Saturday evening last. One of the new regiments from Massachusetts on its way through this city to the seat of war sang

John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave,
IIis soul's marching on!

Glory Hallelujah! Glory Hallelujah! Glory Hallelujah! The stanzas which follow are in the same wild strain:

He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord, etc., His soul's marching on!

John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back, etc.,
His soul's marching on!

His pet lambs will meet him on the way, etc.,
They go marching on!

Seldom, if ever, has New York witnessed such a sight, or heard such strain. No military hero of the present war has been thus honored. No statesman has thus loosed the tongues of a thousand men to chant his patriotism. Little did Capt. Brown think of the national struggles that were to follow his eventful death. But his calmness and firmness gave evidence of his faith that the cause of freedom demanded the sacrifice of his life, and he nobly died.

It was a notable fact that while the regiment united as with one voice singing this song, thousands of private citizens, young and old, on the sidewalks and in crowded doorways and windows, joined in the chorus. The music was in itself impressive, and many an eye was wet with tears. Few who witnessed the triumphal tread of that noble band of men arrayed for the war for freedom, will ever forget the thrilling tones of that song.-N. Y. Independent.

"MAKE UP YOUR MIND TO IT."-The Philadelphia Presbyterian, under the heading of "Make Up Your Mind to It," thus expresses its views on peace propositions: "

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"A gentlemen, not very distinguished for ardent patriotism, declaiming against the war as having in a large measure arrested the wheels of business, and interfered with his usual prosperity, a friend properly rebuked him in terms like these:

"This war has been enforced on us. It must necessarily produce distress. As a citizen you may as well make up your mind to bear a portion of the burden. You have been accustomed to look exclusively after your personal interests; now you must enlarge your views, and aid the public cause. The very existence of the Government, under the shadow of which you have prospered, is in peril; if it falls you fall; if it prospers you will prosper. If, to escape temporary sacrifice, you would patch up a false, factitious, and dishonorable peace, you are unworthy of the name of an American and a freeman,'

"The answer was a just one. The mercenary cry of many is the war is ruining us, and the selfishness it betrays is the very ground on which it is attempted to form a party to frown down the war at all hazards. What is to become of our Confederacy, our Government, our future freedom, do not enter into the calculation. Surely American virtue is at a low ebb if we are not willing to make sacrifices, and to bring down our high aspirations after fortune, for the sake of our country. These are times when every good citizen should willingly bring down his notions to a war standard. He must willingly suffer, as the people of our old revolution did, for the sake of their country. Those who cry out for peace on any terms little dream of the sad inheritance they would leave their children in a land divided into factions and rent by interminable future war. No; the sacrifice is nothing compared with the miseries which would be brought upon us by the splitting of our country into a number of contending communities.-If such an evil is to befall us, which may God in his mercy prevent, let it not at least come through our recreant, our low selfishness, and our base betrayal of the precious trust reposed in us."

HOW MONEY IS TO BE RAISED.-The following article, while indirectly acknowledging the des

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perate state of the country, shows that the power of the Government is to be exerted wherever the least murmur or discontent shall arise at the highwayman's command of "Stand and Deliver: " "The heavy demand for the services of our citizens as soldiers, and on the capital and credit of the States, and of individuals, have necessarily operated on the regular order of business. Trade is greatly depressed, and all kinds of business transactions are embarrassed. These are some of the necessary inconveniences of the war waged upon us by the Federal Government. It will require economy and hard struggling to keep up the business of the country, so far as shall be absolutely necessary to supply the actual wants and necessities of the people. In times like these the 'strong should bear with the weak,' and all should be content during the continuance of the war, with the making of enough to meet expenses. Any man who shall be found capable of taking advantages of the necessities of his country and of speculating on the 'miseries of his neighbors,' to gratify his sordid soul, is a detested wretch. We hope none such may be found among us. So far as we are informed by expressions from the people everywhere, especially in the interior, the feeling and the sentiments seem to be universal in favor of a suspension of forced collections, and the sacrifice of property and the pecuniary ruin of individuals in the present pressure of the times. Public sentiment is strongly in favor of a 'suspension of all legal process,' till this war is ended, and these sentiments may be so strong as to need no legislative interference upon this subject. If, however, it shall be found that the public opinion is not strong enough to stay the love of gain, then it will, in our opinion, become the duty of the Legislature, by its act, to suspend all civil process till the causes which render such a relief measure absolutely necessary, shall cease to exist in force as they now do.

"It is the duty and the interest of every man now to sustain and defend his country. More than two hundred thousand of our fellow-citizens, 'as good by nature and better by practice' than we who stay at home, have already left their business and the endearments of their homes and gone at the peril of their lives to defend their country and to defend us. Many of these have already sacrificed their lives, and many more will yet be victimized on the altar of their country. Our safety, our property, and our lives at home depend on the success of our soldiers in the war and on the battlefields. When our soldiers shall have repelled the invaders and conquered for us an honorable and a glorious peace, then business will revive and prosperity will come to relieve us of the embarrassments of the present and reward us in the future. Till we gain our independence and peace for our country, it is the paramount duty of every man to relieve, to the extent of his ability, the necessities and to aid in the defence of his country.

"Accustomed, as we have been all our lives, to peace and the largest liberty, we come slowly to realize the stern demands which a state of war imposes on us. We must all learn the hard lesson which war imposes. Conduct censurable but allowable in a state of peace becomes sufferable in a state of war. Any man or any corporation who, Shylock-like, will demand the pound of flesh' in these times, must be restrained, if not by public sentiment, by legal enactment.

"On the other hand, men who have the means ought to pay, and help their country and their neighbors freely. If they be true men they will do so. Men who have money now, and lock it up, either from a mean fear of losing it or for the purpose of speculation, are almost or altogether as bad as traitors, and deserve the execration of the community."-Montgomery (Ala.) Mail, June 19.

A WELSH bard, of the clerical order, who marched in the escort at New York, composed the following on the occasion of the departure of the Oneida (N. Y.) Regiment:

ENGLYNION.

Glewion O ddynion a ddaehth-
O'r diwedd,

Ar du cin llywodraeth;
O, Oneida, fan odiaeth,
Am ddynion nuoynion, a maeth.
Hil Gomer hael gymerant-
Y bradwyr,

A'u bradyr a ddifant;
Ergydiau o'u gynau, gant,
I'r aig cin galon rwygaut.
Jeff. Davis, O gyff diafol-
Ddu clyn,

A ddaliaut yn rhwysgol;
A blingant ei ben blwngol;
Dyna tlawd yr adyn ffol.

Which, being translated into English, reads thus:

WELSH RALLY,

Oneida is a hero land,

Full of true braves;

It marshals forth this gallant band,
To save our nation from the hand
Of base, secession, traitor knaves.
The sons of ancient Britons como
With wild hurrahs;

They join the host that guard our home,
And crush the foes who madly roam

To rob our fields and change our sheltering laws.

Jeff. Davis, our most hateful foo,
The Devil's son,

These conquering forces will o'erthrow,
And trample in the dust below-

A villain's end, deserved for treason done.

LEATHER AND SHOES.-The Southern people have heretofore purchased large quantities of leather goods from the North. Of course this supply is cut off by the war. Our people and our troops must have shoes. How are they to be supplied? Winter is near-no time is to be lost. The necessity must be met in some way. We have good reasons to believe that there are hides and leather enough in Alabama to shoe all her people, including the volunteers. In the northern portion of our State large numbers of cattle and sheep are slaughtered for home consumption. Many of the hides thus taken are entirely lost or indifferently tanned. If some plan could be adopted to purchase and collect these hides, they could soon be converted into leather and manufactured into shoes. In this way our volunteers could be furnished. Either a company should be organized to purchase these hides and have them made into shoes, or, if such company cannot be formed, or cannot accomplish the object, the necessity of the case would justify the State in assuming the management of the business. There are shoemaking shops enough in our State to make all the plain shoes we need. And there are, perhaps, tanneries already in operation which could furnish the leather, if they had or could get sufficient stocks of hides.

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