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, 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; On the old flag he gazed, With thoughts of those old battle-fields Where its Stars and Stripes had blazed; And he swore by all that touches A loyal soldier's heart, 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 THE HEMPEN CRAVAT. And the King of all Glory, the Chief of all Armies, As each column wheels by, BY R. H. STODDARD. The Southern costume-have you heard of it, sirs?— It was Warren's, 'Tis sweet for our country to die! Is a single shirt-collar, and a big pair of spurs; -N. Y. Tribune, June 21. TO THE THIRD REGIMENT OF MAINE. BY W. C. BAKER. When the robber and assassin That beside us fondly slept, How we rouse us to protect them, Springing on to their defenceAll unheeding our own safety, Till we drive the robber hence. Thus did you, brave sons of Maine-land, From the wood, the field, the workshop, On, ye gallant sons Dirego! Help sustain our drooping flag; On your arms our nation's fate hangs; -N. Y. Herald, June 7. "GOOD-BYE, BOYS-I'M GOING!" THE DYING WORDS OF A VOLUNTEER. BY MARY A. DENISON. The battle raged with fiercest heat; Of "Good-bye, boys-I'm going!" Brave volunteer! Upon his brow Death's chilly dews were creeping; The lagging blood ran slower now, And many a man was weeping; Yet, as they knelt, 'mid bullet-rain, Their eyes with vengeance glowing, Came up the sobbing cry again, Of "Good-bye, boys-I'm going! Great soul! No wish, no coward word, How calmly brave our men can die, 'Tis airy for summer, there's no doubt of that, To begin with the collar: suppose a long march Their spurs may be good till a battle begins, But they cannot retreat with the hempen cravat! Oh, the hempen cravat is an elegant thing! 'Tis as cheap as 'tis useful,—a blessing, to-day, When the South, owing millions, has nothing to pay; So, to show our good will, (they've but little of that,) We'll furnish them, gratis, the hempen cravat! We try it on Pat, when he snatches a knife, What is Pat's little frolic, to what they have done? They plotted, like him, with no wrongs to repay; How could they be wronged, when they had their own way? They bullied the North,- They wasted our treasure, by putting in Cobb He resigned, and ran off from the hempen cravat! We had a few arsenals, so they employed Our gold in their pockets, our guns in their hands, By the blood of our sires, that on Bunker's old hill Should we happen to meet with these bold pirateers, They'll find a queer slip-knot tied under their ears, And swift at the yard-arm-a gallus place, that !— They'll dance a gay jig in the hempen cravat! Then work all your rope-walks, and working them, sing, "Oh, the hempen cravat is a wonderful thing!” Who can mention a better, may take my old hat, But till then I go in for the Hempen Cravat! HOW THE B'S STUNG THE CHIVALRY.-An intelligent officer of the 28th Regiment, N. Y. S. M., writing from Arlington Heights, gives an interesting account of an interview he had with the five rebel prisoners brought into camp by Lieut. Tompkins and his dragoons, of Company B, on the morning of their capture. He says the "chivalry" behaved in a very unmanly manner, begging in the most abject style for their lives, and protesting that they only served in the rebel ranks upon compulsion. One of their officers declared, if he could only be liberated this time, he would swear fealty to the Union, and never set his foot in a slave State again. | liberties and independence of America, and she is behind no other in maintaining a position which she has once assumed. If a majority of Union men was at one time found in her borders, it is no less true that, when the real purposes of Lincoln were made known to Virginia, that majority, with exceptions so few and contemptible that they do not deserve to be the front rank of resistance, where they may now be noticed, threw themselves at once in solid mass into found, as every camp will testify, and this day's vote will prove, as intrepid and as loyal friends of Southin the hottest days of secession. ern independence as gallant South Carolina ever was in Richmond of that eminent body of statesmen and We shall welcome with great pleasure the arrival soldiers who compose the Montgomery Government. The President, Jefferson Davis, is a tower of strength in himself. He has the iron will of Andrew Jackson, all of Jackson's nerve, energy, and decision, and We give an extract from the letter, from which it even more than his military knowledge and general will be perceived that the charge of the dragoons left education. Indeed, apart from his great qualities as a lively impression upon the minds of the secession-fied to guide the helm of the ship of State in the a commander, he is a statesman in every way quali ists: One "Their account of the fight was amusing. I will give you one, from notes written secretly twenty minutes after I heard it. It is nearly verbatim :"Talk about fighting! whew, my G-d! company of them reg'lars, or you New York fellows, can whip a thousand of our men; by G-d, that's so; I'll swar it on a Bible. You ought to have seen 'em. Look heyar, reckon I wanted to get out of the way. Sure's you're born, they're just like devils-they don't mind shots. Lord, they went down the street, where they cut, an' slashed, an' shot. Our boys run like the devil then, J--s, you ought to have seen 'em cut up the street again-like blue devils-it makes my blood cold to think of it. They shot every wayknocked us from our hosses, took our pistols and sabres away-my G-d, how they fit. Why, sir, I'll swar on a Bible, them South and North Carolina fellows that's with us ain't no account. They won't obey nobody-no discipline-you'll lick them every time.' "There was much more of the same sort, and I send you this specimen, profanity and all included, so you may know what the rebel prisoners think, and how they talk. I asked him what the rebels thought of our volunteers. "Well,' said he in reply, 'they think you New York men are just as bad as the reg'lars, but they hain't much opinion of the rest.'"-N. Y. Tribune, June 8. RICHMOND THE SOUTHERN CAPITAL. May 23.-The Capital of the Southern Confederacy is to be removed to Richmond. A more admirable location could not be found. Its beautiful and commanding position, its facilities for ready communication with all parts of the South, its healthful climate, and its obvious advantages in a military point of view, commend the soundness of the selection which has been made. Nature seems to have designed Richmond for the central seat of a great empire. Its advantages for commercial and manufacturing greatness are unrivalled on this continent. As the Capital of the Old Dominion, it has claims which will appeal to multitudes of Southern hearts. Virginia may not have been first in the present Southern movement, but she was first in the great movement which established the only great foresight, judgment, and fertility of rewildest storm that ever swept the ocean. He has not sources, but a wonderful composure of spirit, keeping self-poised and self-possessed in the most agitating moments; and there is about the man, evident in every line of the firm and lofty countenance, an elevation of soul which attests him a gentleman, and liant civic and military staff will probably accompany commands universal respect and confidence. A brilthe President, including, perhaps, the famous Beauregard, who, we understand, will soon take command on an important line of operations in Virginia. Our city, therefore, bids fair to become, before long, a scene of stirring interest, worthy of inaugurating the magnificent history of the future Capital of the Southern Confederacy.-Richmond (Va.) Dispatch, May 23. SOUTHERN REPUDIATION.-The Legislature of Tennessee has passed the following repudiation bill:of the State of Tennessee, That no persons in any "SEC. 1. Be it enacted by the General Assembly non-slaveholding State, their agents or attorneys in this State, shall have power to sue or collect any moneys owing to or any property claimed by the citizens of any such State in Tennessee during hostilities between Tennessee and the Federal Government. shall be lawful for such debtors to pay such moneys "SEC. 2. Be it further enacted, That it may and into the Treasury of the State, which sums shall be receipted for by the Treasurer, and shall be refunded with interest upon the cessation of hostilities." A similar bill has been passed by the Legislature of Arkansas. Georgia adopted a similar course of dishonesty a month ago.-N. Y. Evening Post, May 27. June 20.-A new spy system has been discovered and broken up at Washington. It appears that letters have been, nearly every day, collected and carried down the Potomac, to a point some thirty miles from the Capital, whence they have been sent off in small ferry boats, and so forwarded to Jeff. Davis. The Government has also detected the presence of a lot of female spies at Washington, in the pay of Beauregard. This latter is certainly a most dangerous class of public enemies, and one that ought to be rigorously suppressed. "A thing of beauty" is by no means "a joy forever," when it undertakes to do the dirty work of a very dirty rebellion. When lovely woman stoops to folly, Because, if lovely woman's taken In such a base and shameful sin, Her chance is slim to save her bacon, And very slim to get her tin. -Boston Sat. Evening Express, June 29. A LESSON TO SECESSIONISTS.-A thrilling incident occurred when the secession steamer came down to Fortress Monroe with the refugees from Norfolk. There were several secessionists on board as passengers, under the flag of truce, beside the commander and officers, who were formerly in the well-paid and honorable service of the United States. Soon after she had come alongside the noble old Cumberland, Commodore Pendergrast, in full view of the Stars and Stripes on the ship and at Fortress Monroe, the State of Georgia came steaming in, with her decks, upper works, wheel-houses, and rigging covered with a fresh arrival of brave Union troops. She passed close by the Cumberland, almost jamming in the secession craft, and hiding her little flag under the shadow of the two great vessels. Then arose such cheers as patriots only can give, rolling along over the waters until they were heard far up along the ramparts of the fortress and the camps of the shore. The rigging of the Cumberland was instantly manned in reply, and such vociferous shouts as the Yankee tars gave back! It would have made your venerable senior editor's heart grow young again to have heard them. Then, to crown the whole, the splendid marine band of the Cumberland struck up with spirit the "Star-spangled Banner," and played it gloriously as the troops steamed by to the soil of the Old Dominion. It was a good work for the State of Georgia to do, and well done for the Empire State. There stood little ex-Lieutenant Hunter, in command of his small secession craft, with his diminished and dishonored flag cast entirely into the shadow of the Stripes and Stars. He was one of the most miserable-looking men you ever saw-trotting to and fro over his Lilliputian decks, from wheel-house to wheel-house, now looking here, now there, as if he wanted to find the smallest kind of a knot-hole into which to creep.-Baltimore American, June 15. THE following significant circular has been issued from Charleston, S. C. : "Whenever the slaves in the Gulf States are incited to servile insurrections, and the prospect bids fair for their being converted into demons incarnate, then the slave-owners in the South will be found ready to sacrifice every slave from whom danger may be apprehended. Willing hands will be found ready to execute the bloody deed. Before Southern men will suffer themselves, their wives and little ones to be butchered, and their daughters worse than butchered, by fiends in human form; before they will suffer to any considerable extent the horrors of servile insurrections, the Gulf streams will be crimson with the gore, and every Southern river choked with the festering carcasses of slaves."-Boston Sat. Evening Express, June 29. THE following bit of rhyme is thought to explain "the fitness of things" in Jeff. Davis's Proclamation of a day of fasting and prayer:— "Jeff. Davis's last Proclamation shows reason A thing very rare in Jefferson's mouth For the "birthday of Scott" he appoints as a season Of fasting and prayer-for the South." -Boston Sat. Evening Express, June 29. THE LAST AMERICAN FLAG IN NEW ORLEANS.-Mr. Richard Fairchild, lately from New Orleans, mentions the following incident:-" As late as the 22d of February last, Mr. Fairchild saw a gentleman proceed from St. Charles street, down to Front Levee street, and there raise a large American flag, on which was inscribed, under two hands clasped, the words, "United we stand, divided we fall." The announcement of this defiant act created intense excitement among the secessionists, who assembled in front of the St. Charles Hotel, and proceeded in a body to the levee with the purpose of taking down the flag. They found, however, some hundreds of determined men surrounding the flag-staff, all armed, and many with rifles, and with the avowed purpose of keeping the old flag flying on the birthday of the Father of his Country. They were undisturbed, and the bunting waved until night, when it was voluntarily taken down. This is the last instance, so far as Mr. F. is aware, of the Stars and Stripes being displayed in New Orleans."— Banner of the Covenant, June 15. THE SAVER OF FORT PICKENS IN PRISON.-Silently awaiting his doom, in the prison of Montgomery, is an officer of the U. S. Navy, whose existence seems to be forgotten by his country and his friends. A sad, brief note about him was placed in my hands ten minutes since, and I cannot resist the impulse to put the statement of his case at the head of my letter. "The poor fellow," writes an Alabama secessionist, "has no money and no friends here. The little capital he had has been paid, from time to time, for food and trivial comforts to the family of his jailer." The subject of this paragraph is one of the most efficient officers in the service, and came to be imprisoned in this way:-The Government at Washington-which never mentions him in his despatches -sent Mr. Worden from the National Capital expressly to order the reinforcement of Fort Pickens. His despatches were addressed to Capt. Adams, of the Sabine. He arrived safely at Pensacola-at Warrington-at the head-quarters of Gen. Bragg, on the very day that Gen. Bragg, Commodore Ingraham of the Confederate Navy, and Capt. Adams of the Sabine, had dined together. Worden, fearing trouble, read his orders two or three times, committed them to memory, and tore them up. He told Bragg he was a courier from the U. S. Government to the Commander-in-Chief of the United States naval forces in Florida, and wanted to go on board the Sabine. "You can go on one condition, sir," said the General "I cannot observe any condition, General Bragg," replied the officer; "my position in the United States service forbids it." "But I have an understanding with Capt. Adams," said the General. "I cannot help it," interrupted the Lieutenant; "I merely asked to go on board that vessel, and if you can allow me, I would deem it a great favor." After some consultation, Mr. Worden was permitted to go on board. He delivered his instructions verbally on a certain morning. At 10 o'clock that night they were obeyed. Pickens was reinforced. A miscellaneous collection of army soldiers, marines, and sailors, augmented Lieut. Slemmer's command; and Worden did his duty. But, very rashly, he thought Bragg would, on his return, let him outside the Southern line unmolested. He proposed to go on shore; Capt. Adams first objected, but finally acquiesced. And I will not retract-ah, no !— Where'er our HERO RULER led!" ARMY. 66 -N. O. Delta. The brave Worden shoved off in his little boat, A MOTHER SENDING THREE SONS TO THE and landed. A complete change had taken place in the spirit of the chivalrous Bragg. The reinforcement enraged him. Just while a spy was narrating the circumstances of the midnight adventure-swelling out hundreds into thousands-the Lieutenant appeared. He was secured, imprisoned, sent to Montgomery, and there he is. No one has spoken or written any thing about him; and no one seems to care whether he lives or dies.-N. Y. Tribune. SONGS OF THE REBELS. PENSACOLA-TO MY SON. Beautiful the land may be, Its groves of palm, its laurel trees; And bright beneath Floridian sky, The world to thy young fancy seems: I see the light that fills thine eye; I know what spirit rules thy dreams; For storms are lowering in that sky, And sad may be that fair land's doom; Full soon, perhaps, the battle-cry May wake the cannon's fearful boom, And shot and shell from o'er the waves, May plough the rose's bed for graves. And we, whose dear ones cluster there, That which another week may show? Country!-what to me that name, Home-home without thee, I have none. A country's laurel wreath for thee, A hero's grave-my own! my own! Because a mother's hope is gone? A mother sends her jewels, Three gems from out her store; |