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officer in the army, he half dropped his modest name of Toutan, to adopt the more aristocratic one of Beauregard, and henceforth signed Pierre Toutan de Beauregard."

Thus, we may see one day, two generals of alleged French Canadian extraction-Jean Charles Fremont and Pierre Toutan de Beauregard-at the head of powerful armies, one from the Northern States and the other from this Confederacy, contending with each other on the banks of the Potomac, or the Ohio, or the Mississippi, for the independence or the subjugation of this country.-N. O. Picayune, August 14. THE following is a copy, verbatim et literatim, of the endorsement upon a copy of the postal laws, returned to the Postmaster General, at Washington, from Flat Rock, Georgia :

"M blair i returne this with my contemt ware i in rech of you i'd spitt in your fais for your empertenent presumption "p m flat Rock." — Washington Republican.

ABE LINCOLN ASSASSINATED !—ARREST OF THE ASSASSIN-GREAT EXCITEMENT !

WASHINGTON, August 7, 10 A. M.-Abe Lincoln was shot through the heart last night, just as he was entering his carriage, after leaving his cabinet in consultation. The assassin, a Southerner, is now in the hands of the authorities. There is great excitement, and "On to Richmond!" is the cry.

Later.—11 a. M.-Abe is still alive, but there is no chance for him to survive. The excitement here is great. STILL LATER.-12 M.-Abe was wounded in the abdomen and not in the heart. His physician thinks he will recover. The excitement is abating.

LATER STILL.-1 P. M.-It is now currently reported that Abe was only slightly wounded in the leg. No excitement.

THE LATEST.-2 P. M.-An investigation now proves that the bullet intended for Abe's heart missed its mark, and only killed one of his footmen. The people are returning to their business.

LATER STILL.-3. P. M.-Abe's footman was not killed, as reported, but badly wounded. He will

recover.

THE VERY LATEST.-4 P. M.-It has been officially announced from the capital, that Old Abe's footman was very slightly wounded in the hand by the accidental discharge of a gun which he was cleaning.

The President was not in consultation with his cabinet last night as first stated. Nobody hurt."Memphis Appeal, August 15.

A NEW WAY TO ATTACK FORT PICKENS.-The Mobile Evening News puts forth the following proposition:

"Let Gen. Bragg detail a few thousand of his ten thousand to the work of catching snakes, and as soon as they have collected several cartloads of these interesting reptiles, let tin or sheet-iron shell or canisters be charged with them-the enclosure being cylindrical and of size to fit the largest mortar, and so made that it will break to pieces, and liberate its contents upon falling within the fort. We would warn those who charge the shells to put only the same species into each, as if the different snakes were mixed they would sting each other to death before having a chance to operate on Billy Wilson's Zouaves. The corners and interstices in each shell

might be filled up with a few quarts of tarantulas, scorpions, centipedes, and lizards, however, to make close work, as the snakes would pack loosely.”

LACONIC CORRESPONDENCE.-Soon after the passage of the Virginia Ordinance of Secession, Governor Letcher sent the following despatch to the Mayor of Wheeling: RICHMOND, April 20, 1861. "TO ANDREW SWEENEY, Mayor of Wheeling: "Take possession of the custom-house, post-office, all public buildings, and public documents, in the name of Virginia. Virginia has seceded. "JOHN LETCHER, Governor."

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Mayor Sweeney replied in the following laconic WHEELING, April 21, 1861"To JOHN LETCHER, Governor of Virginia: "I have taken possession of the custom-house, post-office, and all public buildings and public documents, in the name of Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States, whose property they are.

"ANDREW SWEENEY, Mayor of Wheeling."

The correspondence here closed. Mayor Sweeney continued to hold possession of the Federal property until the organization of the new State Government at Wheeling. Governor Letcher made no further attempt to seduce him from his allegiance.-N. Y. Evening Post, July 3.

A TRUE HERO.-At the Vienna surprise, Daniel Sullivan, of the Ohio Volunteers, had his arm shattered by a ball. This was the brave boy who, when ordered to fall in, replied, "I wish I could," at the and carried back with the retreating force. He died same time showing his arm. Sullivan was taken up before leaving Alexandria, but his heroism was shown to the last. A handkerchief was bound upon his arm, near the shoulder, to check, in a measure, the flow of blood. This rude bandage Sullivan himself adjusted several times, tightening it to check the blood, and again loosening it when the pain became too great. While he was lying in this condition, some of his comrades approached, and one asked, Dan, how do you feel?" "Boys," said the young hero, lifting with the other hand his shattered arm, Union still!" Poor Dan died very soon after, but and then laying it gently down, "Boys, I'm for the his last words will be a mighty power in the hearts

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THE FLAG DIVIDED.

Says Abe to Jeff., "A truce to wars,
Let's split the flag here o'er our pipes;
The North will take the glorious Stars,

The South may have the grievous Stripes."

THEY HANG AND BURN FOLKS.-A letter from a young lady at Evansville, Ind., dated May 5, contains a description of outrages committed by the Southern traitors. She says: For the last few days our city has been literally filled with deserters from the Southern army, and they are the happiest men alive. They are all for the Union, but had been forced into the Southern army. There were five of them, who came from Memphis Friday week; they were in father's store, and told him how they were treated; went South with several boatloads of tobacco for the purpose of selling it; there were 30 men in all, I believe; they were taken from their boats, and had to

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choose between joining the Southern army or having | called Jeff. Davis,' in honor of that distinguished all the hair shaved off their heads, having a number rebel, and asked if he did not object to driving of lashes on their bare backs, and being put in prison such a horse.' 'Oh, no, sir,' was the instant reply, for 30 days upon a diet of bread and water. Five of to drive Jeff. Davis is the very purpose of our comthe men were true to the Union-the five who told ing South. Our secession gentleman imitated bis this story; the others (25) joined the army, but in- sister traitor in preserving a discreet silence." tend to escape. The five men had all the hair shaved off their heads, and their backs were terribly mutilated. They escaped from prison and ran all the way to the river, and got aboard the boat which brought them hither.

Another young man, by the name of James, told father his story. He is a deserter. He said the secessionists tried to force him and four companions to join their army. Three of them said they would not do it, that they preferred death; and all three of them were hung on the nearest tree, in the presence of all the soldiers and their comrades. The fourth one called them cowards, thieves, traitors, and taunted and cursed them, when they poured cold tar over him and set fire to it. Mr. James joined the army. At night he was awakened by some one creeping over his body. He asked what they were doing. They said they were going to desert. He joined them. When he got outside of the camp he ran until he came to a railroad station. It so happened that he had money enough to take him to Memphis, where he got on the boat and never stopped until he reached our place. He does not know what became of those that left with him, as he ran faster than they and left them behind. At the time he was forced to join the army he was at Pensacola, and it was there where the three men were hung and the one was burned. Boston Cultivator, May 25.

SHARP SHOOTING.-A correspondent of the Boston Traveller gives the following account of a little battle of words in Baltimore :

"Our officers and soldiers did not always bear contumely in silence, though they could not strike down their tormentors, when these were women and children. Sometimes they answered such scoffs with fitting words. Are you a Massachusetts soldier?' said a woman, elegantly dressed, and doubtless deemed a lady in Baltimore. I am, madam,' was the courteous answer of the officer of our regiment thus addressed. 'Well, thank God, my husband is in the Southern army, ready to kill such hirelings as you!' 'Do you not miss him, madam?' said the officer. 'Oh yes, I miss him a good deal.' 'Very well, madam, we are going South in a few days, and will try to find him and bring him back here with his companions.' You ought to have seen how angry she was. 'You are from that miserable Boston, I suppose,' she said, 'where there is nothing but mob law, and they burned down the Ursuline Conventthe Puritan bigots!' 'Some such thing did happen in Charlestown, many years ago, when I was a boy,' said the officer, at least I have heard so, and am very sorry for it. But can you tell me what street that is!' 'Pratt street,' was the unsuspecting reply. What happened there, madam, on the 19th of April, this very year?' He got no answer from the angry secessionist, but the loud shout which went up from the Union bystanders, who generally are of the humble order, atoned for her silence. People that live in glass houses had better not throw stones. The same officer, riding in a chaise with a gentleman who, to his surprise, showed secession proclivities, but was courteous in their demonstration, was told by the gentleman that the horse which was drawing them was

Ir is a noteworthy fact that the Cheshire Light Guard, of Keene, N. H., attached to the Second New Hampshire regiment, have been supplied with eight tents, seven of which were captured from the British, in the war of 1812. They are now the property of the town of Keene, and have been well preserved. They all bear the mark "G. R," (Georgius Rex,) and one of them has also upon it the manufacturer's mark, "Turner's, Bond street, London."-Albany Journal, July 2.

NEW YORK, June 27.-A Southerner who does not like the New York Evening Post, informs the editor of it as follows:

"Mr Editer The letter which appeared in your damn abolition Evening Post last thursday and perpurting to be wrote by a young Lady of Charlston is about on a par with the damn Abolition lies which constitute the Staple of News in the Mersenary Press of the Abolition States. As it was merely promiscuously as it were that my attention was called to it, I take the liberty of indignently stigmertising it as a false counterfiet and damn abolition lie, do you understand that, sir, a damn abolition lie. It is plane language sir and in my section of Country though we are not Quakers we are in the habit of using plane language espishally when dealing with damn Nigger theives. In branding you with this contemptable eperthet and insult I wish you to understand that it is the brand of a citizen of the Proud glorious conquoring independant Palmetto State of South Carolina that has embarmed among its illustrious Arkives the immortal names of the Gallant Brooks and the cqually honerd PINKNEY."

Gov. LETCHER of Virginia has at last returned Mrs. Bradford's wardrobe. His Excellency probably did not wish to have her again use her pen against him. The articles were sent from Norfolk on the boat which took the families of Union men to Fortress Monroe.-N. Y. Commercial, July 1.

HOW INFORMATION IS CONVEYED TO THE REBELS.— The wife of a former clerk of prominence in the Postoffice department at Washington, is the heroine of quite a story. Her husband resigned a few weeks after the inauguration of President Lincoln, and now holds a commission as one of the Assistant Postmasters-General of the Rebel Government. He left town, and his wife remained behind until about two weeks since, when she prepared to follow him. She procured passes, and knowing that her effects would be searchcd, she provided for this. Her trunks were examined. All was right, and she departed for Dixie's land; but, sewed within the folds of her under dress, she carried with her numerous despatches, letters, and drawings of our fortifications and positions, which, of course, she succeeded in delivering to the rebel authorities without trouble. Her friends boast of this performance; and there are still left in Washington scores of females of like stamp, who are ready to decamp in a similar way, and for similar purposes, who delight in thus furnishing aid and comfort to the encmy.-N. Y. Times, July 1.

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procedure in one way. For every negro kidnapped, some Yankee prisoner must be put into the hands of the master who has been robbed, to supply the place of his servant, till the negro is returned, and for every slave sold to Cuba, or elsewhere, two Yankees must be enslaved. The time for forbearance with these wretches has passed, and the people of the South demand that they shall be treated as their crimes deserve.

THE FEAST OF DOUGHNUTS.-The ladies of Augusta, Me., some time ago distributed over fifty bushels of doughnuts to the Third Volunteer regiment of Maine. A procession of ladies, headed by music, passed between double lines of troops, who presented arms, and were afterwards drawn up in hollow square to receive the welcome doughnation. Never before was seen such an aggregate of doughnuts since the world began. The circumambient air was redolent of doughnuts. Every breeze sighed doughnuts-everybody talked of doughnuts. The display of doughnuts beggared description. There was the molasses doughnut and the sugar doughnut -the long doughnut and the short doughnut the round doughnut and the square doughnut-the rectangular doughnut and the triangular doughnut-the single twisted doughnut and the double twisted doughnut-the "light riz" doughnut and the hardkneaded doughnut-the straight solid doughnut and the circular doughnut, with a hole in the centre. There were doughnuts of all imaginary kinds, quali- TO THOSE DESIROUS OF SERVING THEIR COUNTRY. ties, shapes, and dimensions. It was emphatically a-Having assurances from the War Department of feast of doughnuts, if not a flow of soul.-Baltimore American, June 29.

A SONG SUNG IN NORFOLK.
Jeff. Davis is a brave man,

He will lead the Southern force,

I pity Lincoln's soldiers,

For I fear they will fare worse;
He will show the Union shriekers,
The Union it is done-
The secession flag, ere many months,
Will wave o'er Washington!

Jeff. Davis in the White House,
What glorious news 't will be!
Abe Lincoln in an inglorious flight,
In a baggage car we'll sce;
With Seward as conductor,

A gentleman informs us, as from a "perfectly reliable source," that a letter was found on the person of Capt. Winthrop, who was slain in the late battle of Bethel Church, or County Bridge, directed to his sister, in which he said that he had not made much headway as yet; that he had captured twenty negroes, and when he had made sale of them he would send her a nice present.-Richmond Dispatch.

A CARD FROM A REBEL COLONEL.

the Confederate States that all men volunteering under my command for the war now commenced between the North and the South would be accepted, I hereby give public notice that I have consummated arrangements for the establishment of a military camp twelve miles from Shorter's station, Montgomery and West Point Railroad, where all those willing to serve their country faithfully, zealously, and unmurmuringly will be properly fed, uniformed, and equipped, free of all expense, until they are mustered into the service of the Government. This camp is intended only for those who are willing to volunteer for the war, and to enter at once upon the duties of the true soldier. Those objecting to the strict discipline of a military camp had better not make application, for they would doubtless be of more service in any other capacity than the capacity of a true and worthy soldier. The volunteers residing in Randolph, Tallapoosa, and Chambers counties, who have signified a desire to join my command, will report immediately by letter to me at this office, so as facilities for their immediate transportation to camp can be effected. The great cause in which the people of the South are SOME Massachusetts soldiers stationed at Yonkers, N. engaged is sacred and just. The necessity is upon us Y., went up the river to Tarrytown, and looked at the for action-action should be the watchword, and to monument to Andrè. Thence they visited the ceme- the rescue the talismanic cry. Already the unhaltery where repose the remains of the peaceful Wash-lowed tread of a servile foe is upon our soil. Already ington Irving. A hedge is around the burial plot. have the hands of tyrant hirelings been imbrued in Eleven full-length graves are in a row-father, moth-Southern blood! already Southern women have been er, brothers, and sisters. One of the stones is lettered, "Washington, son of William and Sarah S. Irving, died Nov. 29, 1859, aged 76 years, 8 months, and 25 days." The soldiers laid each a bunch of roses upon this grave, and a wreath of oak leaves with a written inscription, "Offering of Massachusetts volunteers to the memory of Washington Irving," signed by them all, and bearing the date, was placed upon the headstone. One boy ropeated the "Memory of the Dead," and all plucked a spray of clover from the grave.-N. Y. Tribune, June 30.

General Scott as engineer,
Old Hicks, the traitor governor,
Following panting in the rear.

MUNCHAUSENIANA.-We have heard from various sources, that a large number of the negroes who have been captured by the Northern invaders on the peninsular, have been sent by them to Cuba to be sold, and that they declare their intention to make the sale of negroes one means of defraying the expenses of the war.

The authorities of the South can only meet this

insulted and outraged; their cries for mercy mocked,
and homes which but a few days since were the abode
of happiness, are now the dwelling places of desola-
tion. Shall it be said that the thousands who are yet
wanted in the tented field, that we looked calmly
upon those horrors, wrapped our garments compla-
cently about us, and moved not to the scene of glori-
ous action? God forbid it! The President of our
Confederacy, and our generals in command, are capa-
ble, brave, and true. No greed for conquest, nor
thirst for fame, like that of him whose eagles floated
in triumph over every European capital, defying both
burning sand and frozen battlements; no lust of
power like that of him who plunged into the Rubi-
con's frowning flood, sacrificing Rome and her liber-
ties to self; no reckless disregard nor wanton in-
difference to the calamities of war; no arrogant, no
boastful passion instigates their zeal nor determines
their course.
Can this be said of the North? No.
Then, my friends, this is a war of self-defence and of

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principle; of principle purified and refined by the noble fires of an enthusiastic patriotism-a war waged by men who put their heart and conscience in every blow they deal, who know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain. I earnestly invite all men between the age of eighteen and forty-five to address me immediately, thereby securing to themselves the exalted privilege of participating in the glory of a glorious campaign. E. M. READING, box 33, Montgomery, Ala-Sumter Watchman, June 19.

AN INEXHAUSTIBLE BOTTLE.-At the encampment of the First Massachusetts regiment, near the Chain Bridge, above Washington, a pleasant discovery was made. Noticing a leaky spot on the hillside, an ingenious Yankee inserted a bottle, with the bottom knocked off, and a copious stream of pure water spouted forth. It is called the "inexhaustible bottle," but, unlike that of the wizard, it gives forth but one kind of beverage-a health-giving and purifying fluid, such as slaked the thirst of the Israelites when Moses smote the rock, and which the Saviour of mankind imbibed when he met the good woman at the well of Samaria.-National Intelligencer, June 28.

แ LETTUCE ALONE."

I was in an eating-house one day,
When I heard a customer loudly say-
'Bring me a salad," and right away
The waiter ran the call to obey,
And placed before the man in a trice
A lobster salad looking very nice.
"No, no," said the man with petulant groan,
"All I ask is lettuce alone."

I looked at the man-he was gaunt and thin,
With hollow eyes and cadaverous skin.
Then I said to myself, as I rubbed my eyes,
This must be Jeff. Davis in disguise,
For no one else I've ever known,
Would ask, for a salad, lettuce alone.

-Boston Sat. Evening Gazette, June 29.

FEMALE MILITARY COMPANY.-A female military company, named the "Union Captivators," has been formed at Falmouth, near Covington, Ky., and over thirty of the most interesting young ladies of the place have joined the organization. The uniform is an apron of the old-fashioned cut, made of red, white, and blue-that part covering the bosom representing the stars, and the lower part the stripes. A gentleman who witnessed the company drill the other evening, says he never saw a more interesting sight, the youth, beauty, and patriotic enthusiasm of the ladies, and their graceful drilling, presenting at once a most novel and highly pleasing spectacle.-Ohio Statesman, June 29.

A LIVELY CHAPLAIN.-A member of the Richardson Light Infantry of Lowell, writing home from Fortress Monroe, gives a sketch of a New York chaplain who is full of fun and fight. He was asleep when the troops started for Great Bethel, but as the last company started he was awakened, and dressed himself, mounted his horse and started. He has a small pistol about four inches long, which he calls the "Floyd Gun." The Lowell Volunteers gives the following account of the chaplain's share in the battle: He went into the field to encourage the men and take care of the wounded, when one of them "durn" Secessionists blazed away at him. It astonished him, I

and he thought it must be a mistake, when another ball came ploughing through his cap, just about an inch and a half above his head. That made him mad; he did not come there to be picked out for a target, and so he up with his "Floyd Gun," and popped away at them. A soldier by his side asked him what good he thought he did, when he (the chaplain) considered it an insult, and told the soldier if he did not tumble the next man down, he would report him for wasting ammunition. The soldier let drive, when one of the Secessionists threw his arms into the air and disappeared behind the breastworks.-Easton (Pa.) Express, June 29.

PRACTICAL PATRIOTISM.-Some generous-hearted ladies and gentlemen in Philadelphia have formed an association for the purpose of pronioting the comfort of the troops passing through that city en route to Washington.

The departure of each regiment from Jersey City is announced to the managers by telegraph; and on its arrival at Philadelphia each officer and soldier is afforded proper facilities for performing his ablutions, and afterwards furnished with hot coffee, sandwiches, ham, beef, bread, crackers, and other refreshments ad libitum.

After satisfying the immediate wants of the inner man, each soldier is supplied with provisions for his journey through to Washington, and his canteen is filled if desired with tea or coffee.

The beneficial effect of this particular feature of the liberal arrangement is seen in the repeated instances of soldiers emptying whiskey out of their canteens, and substituting in its place palatable tea or coffee.-National Intelligencer, June 29.

SEARCH FOR CONTRABAND.-The correspondent of the Boston Journal relates the following incidents attending the search for contraband at the Relay House, Maryland. We quote:

You hear the whistle of the train bound for Harper's Ferry. As it comes rounding the curve, the guard is drawn up on each side of the track. Soon as the train stops, a soldier steps on each platform of every car, and sees that no one gets off or on. The one whose business it is to "develop" any contraband articles or persons, enters the forward passenger car. He looks under the first seat, and finds nothing but a very suspicious female. Her hoops are very large, and she looks about the waist as though she indulged in a free use of cotton, or else is a walking train in the use of the rebels. The searcher looks, but doesn't know what to do. He cannot, of course, treat her as he would a man, for everybody would call him a brute, and besides, he has no taste for such things. At last he timidly requests that she will rise, in the hope that some treasonable article may fall and discover her character.

Here is a man who either looks a little confused, or else puts on a stolid expression, as though he were utterly indifferent. After having carefully investigated this seat, the searcher politely asks the individual to empty his pockets. Mind you, this is really done politely, and while asking a thousand pardons for the demand. All letters directed to individuals south of the Potomac are confiscated. Oftentimes they are found to contain valuable information. If the man is very suspicious, the search is correspondingly rigid. The hands are passed over his coat and inside his vest, and woe be to him if any thing is discovered that stamps him as a spy. So the cars are

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looked through, one by one. Some of the passengers laugh, sone grow mad and swear, some see the reason of the thing and yield at once, others bluster and threaten, and have to be shut up by the fear of immediate arrest if they open their mouths again. The searcher then says, "All who have baggage will please step into the forward car." He then asks each man to open his trunk, and passes his hand as carefully as may be through the bundles of varieties with which human beings fill their apparatus. One's luggage does not undergo half the danger which it is subjected to in a Liverpool custom-house. I have seen both classes of operators, and I would much prefer to go by the Relay than land in Liverpool.

Suddenly the searcher comes across a commonlooking, red, wooden trunk. It is marked Mary Birkitt, Wheeling, Virginia. There is nothing suspicious about it. It looks in keeping with some village aunt, who had forsworn the company of the coarser sex, and had just returned from a visit to some relations who had lately thrown themselves away by swearing, in the presence of a parson, to keep house, neatly and economically, for some one of those worthless creatures called men. The searcher calls out for Mary to come and display her dry goods, but no Mary is to be found. He calls again, and with the same result. The conductor is questioned, but he knows nothing about the matter. The thing looks all right, but it won't do to let even Mary Birkitt's trunk go out without knowing what is in it. So, after having sounded another call for the spinster to make her appearance, the searcher calls for a hammer and chisel, and opens the thing. Nothing alarming is presented. On the top is a very white, and nicely done-up pair of sleeves. Then comes a chemisette, and then a dress, and then-two million of percussion caps. Ah, Mary, that was a sorry dodge. No wonder you didn't answer when your name was called. Why, my dear Mary, you have here more caps than you could wear in a dozen lifetimes. The trunk is confiscated.

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Col. Jones was once going through a train on the scent of suspicious articles. He saw between two scats a small basket. The top was partly raised and discovered some sandwiches, gingerbread, etc. It was of course nothing surprising to see a luncheon basket in the cars. The conductor came up and said, "Colonel, an old woman owns that basket; I believe she has stepped into the forward car.' Well, that was very reasonable. However, just as he was going to leave it, the Colonel put his little finger under the handle, to see how much a basket of luncheon weighs, you know. But the thing didn't come up. Somehow it stuck to the floor. He then applied his whole hand, and after removing the gingerbread, he discovcred about half a peck of bright brass buttons, which were on their way to adorn the uniforms of Virginia rebels.

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Stripes flying over his house during all the excitement and tumult. This flag has been an eyesore in that region, and some think to take it down. Brownlow talks in the following style to these persons:"This flag is a private property, upon a private dwelling, in a State that has never voted herself out of the Union, or into the Southern Confederacy, and is, therefore, lawfully and constitutionally under these same Stars and Stripes I have floated over my house. * Those who are in rebellion against the Government represented by the Stars and Stripes, have put up the rebel flag, and it is a high piece of work to deny loyal citizens of the Union the privilege of displaying their colors.

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But there is one other feature of this tyranny and of these mobocratic assaults I wish to lay before the people irrespective of parties. There are but few of the leaders of the secession movement in Knoxville, less than half a dozen, for whom I entertain any sort of respect, or whose good opinion I esteem. With one of these I had a free and full conversation more than two weeks ago in regard to this whole question. I told him that we Union men would make the best fight we could at the ballot-box, on the 8th of June, to keep the State in the Union: but if we are overpowered, and a majority of the people of the State should say in this constitutional way that she must secede, we should have to come down, and bring our flag with us, bowing to the will of the majority with the best grace we could. *** The whole Secession party here know this to be the position and purpose of the Union party, but a portion of them seek to bring about personal conflicts, and to engage strangers, under the influence of whiskey, to do a dirty and villanous work they have the meanness to do without the courage.

"If these God-forsaken scoundrels and hell-deserving assassins want satisfaction for what I have said about them--and it has been no little-they can find me on these streets every day of my life, but Sunday. I am at all times prepared to give them satisfaction. I take back nothing that I have ever said against the corrupt and unprincipled villains, but reiterate all, cast it in their dastardly faces, and hurl down their lying throats their own infamous calumnies.

"Finally, the destroying of my small flag, or of my town property, is a small matter. The carrying out of the State upon the mad wave of secession is also a small matter, compared with the great principle involved. Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I am a Union man, and owe my allegiance to the Stars and Stripes of my country. Nor can I, in any possible contingency, have any respect for the Government of the Confederate States, originating, as it did, and being controlled by the worst men in the South."-Easton (Pa.) Express.

COURTESIES OF WAR.

"Messrs. Editors of the Baltimore American:-A happy circumstance took place in the middle of the Potomac River a few days since at Conrad's Ferry, 25 miles above Georgetown, which, if you deem worthy an insertion in your paper, you can publish, and may the Supreme Ruler of the Universe grant that the rulers of the two sections of our country may follow the example set by the patriotic actors in this scene.

"A detachment of the Federal troops were stationed on the northern bank of the river. On the opposite, or southern bank, were stationed a detach

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