who, we hear, have threatened to make a "coat" for the man who has, by his imbecility, involved us in one of the most dreadful wars the world has ever seen-the man who now offers to "sustain," yet sustained nothing but the designs of the rebels when he could have sustained the majesty of LAW-who said, that if States wished to secede, no one could prevent it, while knowing that the Constitution distinctly says, "The Union of these States is PERPETUAL"the man who permitted the laws to be defied and the flag of his country to be disgraced without raising a hand to rebuke or prevent either outrage.-N. Y. Times, April 24. A PATRIOTIC LADY.-Mrs. Sanford, wife of Capt. Edward H. Sanford, of Boston, drove to the door of the Boston Volunteers' Headquarters, and sent her little son up to the officer's quarters with a handsome little box, decorated outside with red, white, and blue ribbons, and inside with a hundred dollars in gold. The gift was accompanied by a pretty note, of which we give the following extract: "Please accept, with a mother's offering, a mother's fervent prayers. Our hopes are all with you. God bless and keep our darling boys-old Massachusetts' sons, our hearts' dear treasures, the defenders of our flag. Again and again, God bless you!" The money will aid to maintain the large body of men now in the quarters, and the casket will follow the fortunes of the regiment, as a pleasant souvenir from a patriotic lady. Captain Sanford, husband of the lady above alluded to, has tendered to Governor Andrew the use of the steamer Menemon Sanford, to transport troops or munitions from this city to any of the forts in our harbor. He has also offered the services of his steam tugboat, day or night, to tow vessels carrying troops or supplies to or from any of the forts.-Boston Saturday Express, April 27. A PATRIOTIC CHRISTIAN MOTHER. The following touching letter was written by a lady of New York temporarily absent in an adjoining State, on hearing that her five sons had volunteered, and gone South. "MY DEAR HUSBAND: Your letter came to hand last evening. I must confess I was startled by the news referring to our boys, and for the moment I felt as though a ball had pierced my own heart. For the first time I was obliged to look things full in the face. But although I have always loved my children with a love that none but a mother can know, yet, when I look at the state of my country, I cannot withhold them; and in the name of their God, and their mother's God, and their country's God, I bid them go. If I had ten sons, instead of five, I would give them all sooner that have our country rent in fragments. The Constitution must be sustained at any cost. We have a part to act and a duty to perform, and may God, our father, strengthen us, and nerve us to the task, and enable us to say, Whatever Thou requirest that will I cheerfully give and do! May He bless and protect our dear children, and bring them home to us in safety! I hope you will provide them each with a Bible, and give them their mother's love and blessing, and tell them our prayers will accompany them, and ascend on their behalf night and day."-N. Y. Tribune, April 28. PENSACOLA, April 26.-Soldiers still arrive by every train. Three companies from Louisiana arrived to-day, | also a hundred water soldiers (marines) from New Orleans. Gen. Bragg has now under his command about 8,000 troops-a larger number, I believe, than Gen. Scott commanded in the valley of Mexico. They are all in fine health, and anxious for the hour that decides the destiny of self and country. The crisis approaches nearer and nearer. Another day of soldier toil has added to the great preparation. The commander of Fort Pickens is unceasing in his military labors. Like Bragg's, his men work day and night. They have thrown up a battery outside, but near the walls, of heavy guns, obtained from their ships, while on the ramparts they are piling bag upon bag of sand to protect their guns and their muskets, stacked on the beach. men. And all this visible to the naked eye-even The Governor has accepted the tender of the two military companies of Pensacola, as well as that of Little Florida is none behind her sister States in the gallant Capt. Miller, of Santa Rosa county. military ardor and enthusiasm. A shark was caught yesterday morning with a pair of red breeches and a whole parcel of bowie knives in his belly-supposed to be the remains of a Zouave. I didn't see the shark. It will be remembered I re ported the drowning of a Zouave the other day.— Cor. N. O. Picayune, April 30. the Charleston rebels fired into the schooner G. D. A CURIOUS STORY.-It will be remembered that befell the Shannon at the time when the relief fleet & R. F. Shannon, of Philadelphia. The adventure was off the harbor, and it appears, according to Capt. Bowen's statement, that the United States vessels all remained outside the bar because they could not get over, and pass through the tortuous channel of six the south side. But Capt. Bowen paid a visit to the or seven miles requisite to reach Fort Moultrie on Pawnee, and while there the commander of that vessel asked him the draft of his schooner, and on finding it but six feet, and that it could be bought for $12,000, bought it at once, and struck a bargain with the captain to load it with provisions and stores for Fort Sumter. Every arrangement was made to carry this plan into effect on Saturday night; and had Major Anderson been able to hold out, he would have got the requisite aid then. But unfortunately he surrendered on Saturday, and the enterprise had to be given up as abortive. Of course, Capt. Bowen did not tell this little incident to the Secessionists, who, after his arrival at Charleston, boarded his ship, and compelled him to make the statement which appeared in the Courier. He kept it to himself, and cleared for Georgetown, for which port he had a freight; but once out at sea, he thought he had seen enough of Southern trade, and made a straight course for home. When on board the Pawnce, the captain voluntarily tendered to the commander of that vessel any aid that he or his schooner could render to the country; and it was in consequence of this offer that the schooner was purchased.-N. Y. Times, April 29. ANDY JOHNSON'S NOSE PULLED, AND HE NEAR BEING HUNG.-We once heard of a wag that seized hold of an elephant's snout on every occasion, and he always excused himself upon the pretext that he could not resist the temptation to pull a nose that he could get hold of with both hands. It seems that Andy Johnson is such a miserable traitor, that an editor at Lynchburg could not resist the temptation to pull his proboscis. Our citizens heard yesterday, with every demonstration of delight, the indignity offered Gov. Johnson on his way from Washington to Greenville. His presence in Virginia was regarded as exceedingly offensive to Virginians. He was insulted at almost every depot. At Lynchburg his nose was most handsomely pulled, while he was hooted and groaned at by the large crowd. The traitor is meeting his reward. We have heard since, from good authority, that at Liberty, in Bedford county, Va., Johnson was taken from the cars, and a rope placed around his neck preliminary to a proposed hanging. Some old citizens of the county begged for him, saying that Tennessee would do for him what they proposed to do, and he was let off. Memphis Avalanche, April 25. THE Charleston Mercury enumerates the following telegraphic lies which appeared in the Northern papers at the time of the attack on Fort Sumter. The second, about the South Carolinians firing on the men who were endeavoring to extinguish the fire, is being used with great effect by the Northern press: First. That cannonading "is going on fiercely from vessels outside and along our coast." Second. That "Major Anderson has thrown out a raft loaded with men, who are passing up buckets of water to extinguish the fire; that balls are to be seen skipping over the water and striking the unprotected raft, creating great havoc among the poor fellows." Third. That "eleven shots penetrated the floating battery below the water line." Fourth. That "Fort Sumter had unconditionally surrendered." Fifth. That "Major Anderson and his men, under guard, were conveyed to Morris Island." Sixth. That " Major Anderson had reached the city, and was the guest of Gen. Beauregard."-N. O. Delta, April 28. NEW YORK, April 24.-The folds of a superb star-spangled banner were flung to the breeze in front of the store of A. Morton, 25 Maiden Lane, having been subscribed for by the occupants of the building. The "Star-Spangled Banner" was beautifully sung, thousands swelling the chorus and cheering the national emblem. The banner, 20 by 30 feet, was made entirely by the family of a former Senator of this State and city, (Hon. O. Newcomb,) who generously volunteered their services, as the unprecedented demand for flags rendered it impossible for the manufacturers to get one up in less than ten or twelve days. No less than four generations assisted in its construction. One of the ladies (having passed her sixty-seventh winter) is a great-great-grandmother, and was personally acquainted with General Washington. As the needle was plied by her not infirm hand, the big tears would fall copiously on the bunting, as she recounted her many reminiscences of Washington, and her vivid recollections of the war of 1812. "When her eyes shall behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may she still see him shining on this gorgeous ensign of a United Republic; not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured!" The crowd dispersed with nine cheers for the Stars and Stripes, and nine cheers for the patriotic ladies who made it.-Commercial Advertiser, April 25. ACCORDING to a Memphis paper, the following is reported to be the answer of the Governor of Arkansas, to Lincoln's requisition for volunteers: "Yours received calling for a regiment of volunteers from Arkansas. Nary one-see you d-d first!"—Charleston Mercury, April 25. BOSTON, April 25.-Touching incidents of the times are hourly becoming history. Humorous ones occasionally find a niche in which they are seen, and afford amusement, but none that are "decidedly good" should be overlooked. One good one that has reached our ears, we will give. One of the Justices of the Police Court, who has seen much service in our Volunteer Militia, was holding court a few days since, when a company of volunteers passed the Court House, marching to the immortal tune of the "Star-Spangled Banner." The spectators sprang to their feet, responsive to the understood order of Forward, to the door!" Running feet shuffled in the entry. Boom! boom! sounded the band. "O, long may it wave!" screamed a patriotic urchin outside the window. "First Regiment, take the witness stand!" thundered the Court, which must have imagined itself on the green field at the head of its command. The outburst of laughter-unconsciously provoked-which succeeded, is yet going through the bar of the county.-Boston Traveller, April 25. CHARLESTON, April 25.-We are requested by Brig.-Gen. Simons, commanding Morris Island, to state that some firing for exercise, and to discharge guns, will be done at Morris Island to-day, and he gives notice to prevent any uneasiness in the city.— Charleston Mercury. A HOME SCENE.-A member of one of the Charleston companies, on leave of absence in the city, received a summons to appear at his post on Sullivan's Island on one of the nights when the air was rife with the most startling rumors of the coming of an overwhelming fleet. With cheerful promptitude the brave soldier prepared to obey the imperative call. He is a husband, and the father of a blue-eyed little girl, who has just begun to put words together. After the preparation for the camp had been made, the soldier nerved himself for the good-bye. Those present thought that the wife felt the parting less than the husband. Lively words flowed fast, and her fair face was as bright and calm as a morning in May. Her heart seemed to be full of gladness. She cheered him with pleasant earnestness to show himself a man, and running on in a gleeful strain, admonished him not to come back if he were shot in the back. With incredible fortitude she bade her child tell papa good-bye, and to say to him that she would not own him her father if he proved to be a coward. The echo of the soldier's footfall through the corridor had hardly died away, when a ghastly pallor was seen spreading over the lady's face. In a voice weak and husky she begged a friend to take her child, and before she could be supported she fell from her chair prostrate on the floor. By a tremendous effort the noble woman had controlled her feelings; but nature could bear no longer, and she fainted. The swoon was deep, and it was some time before consciousness returned. At length she opened her eyes languidly, and looked around upon the sympathizing group, and in a tremulous tone inquired "if she had fainted before her husband left the room."-Charleston Courier, April 16. Now shall unholy hands Trail it, defiled and despised, in the dust Up with the starry Flag! Death for our Banner! and God for the just! Fiercely at Sumter have thundered their cannon- Death for our Banner! and God for the just! On, with a prayer! there is peril before us! On, in the face of death, fearless and proud! Life! with the Flag that our fathers waved over us! Death! with its crimson-stained folds for a shroud! Now for our "fatherland," Strike with true heart and hand! Loyal our venture-and Heavenward our trust! Down with the "traitor's rag"! Up with the starry Flag! Death for our Banner! and God for the just! 1861. Who will not for it die, Out from us he must go! So let them understand. Who that dear Flag disclaim, Which won their fathers' fame, We brand with endless shame! GOD FOR OUR NATIVE LAND! Our native land! to thee, In one united vow, To keep thee strong and free, We pledge each heart and hand; By the sacred soil we tread, A POEM. BY C. F. But he liveth in his people's hearts, in the broad lands of the West. But lo! a darker cloud appears! the sound of war once more Is ringing through the land we love—is heard upon our shore; It is not now a foreign power that biddeth us to strife A brother seeks a brother's blood-would take a brother's life; A brother seeks to break the bonds of mutual love and trust; And lo! the Banner we revere, lies trampled in the dust! The sunny South is up in arms, and wishes to divide The Union we have owned so long-for which our fathers died. And shall we quietly submit, and see our country's laws Sung at his church, 21st Street, New York city, May 5, Lie trampled 'neath a traitor's foot-shall we forsake our cause? POETRY-41 Shall we allow our Banner, revered through all the world, From its proud height of glory, by traitors to be hurled? No, never-though our blood be shed! our eagle stoops not so; His haughty mien is still untamed, his head not yet brought low; He still is soaring proudly above the Northern land; He finds no fitting resting-place upon the Southern strand. Then let us rally round our Flag, nor rest until again The dove of peace unfolds her wings o'er forest and o'er plain; Until again we meet in love a noble brother-band, And sheathe the sword which now is drawn in terror o'er our land; Until the glorious Stars and Stripes triumphantly once more Shall wave o'er a united land, the country we adore! Oh, may we yet, Americans, in freedom take our stand, And battle bravely for the right !-God for our native land! ARMING FOR BATTLE. [INSCRIBED TO GOVERNOR SPRAGue.] Perchance; and who shall say what more, This strife, that needs some unbreathed name Oh, reckless stroke! oh, impious hand! On History's page, no fouler thing Treason's fierce breath fanned the red fire, Oh, men, who haste at duty's call, We are cast down, to see you go, A foe we called, but yesterday, Brother and friend; and now we say, ་་ Alas, for love he spurned away!" We know you brave-ye will not quail; We do not fear your swords will fail; Yet for all this, our lips grow pale "Come back, With parting words, that say, Yet go! ye bear no wanton brand; That dear old Flag, spangled with stars- No upstart flag the land shall own, W. C. R -Providence Evening Press. A SONG FOR THE UNION.* England's heavy chains oppressed us, Raised the shout, "Resist the crown!" The brave Thirteen, All New England's heroes wakened, Thronging came an answering band, Poorly clad, half-armed, but heroes, And for Freedom took their stand; Then were seen The brave Thirteen, Winning us a free-born land. Victory crowned their gallant struggle,- Since then have been Oh! the contrast time now shows us ! Our dear Father, Statesman, Chief, Read at a Union meeting at Detroit, Michigan, held Jan. 28, 1861. A full report of the meeting is given in the Detroit Free Press, Jan. 29. With what blindness are we smitten, Brother thus opposing brother! In the nation's past 'tis written, Freedom is our glorious mother. You can count her pangs of travail In the banner waving o'er us; History tells the wreck and carnage That o'erspread her when she bore us. Shall love languish When her anguish, Beacon-like, still floats before us? Palsied be the lips that frame it, Helpless fall that foeman's arm,— Turn his fiercest strength to weakness, Who would do a brother harm. And, O God! wilt Thou take vengeance Curse the tongue Of old or young, Who shouts the battle-cry, "Secede"! God, our Lord, be Thou our support, Thou our stay in this dark hour; Guide us through these angry mazes, By Thine overseeing power; Blast the rage of party sections; Cause such war and strife to cease; Give us greatest gift to nationsGive us union, love, and peace. The Old Thirteen On Thee shall lean; Lord, let their mutual love increase. Cast to the breeze that banner still, "Let nought our happy land dissever,The Union, one, and one forever!!" Wake the wide echoes with that pæan,The Union, and the Old Thirteen. THE NORTHERN VOLUNTEERS. BY GEORGE BOWERYEM. We arm by thousands strong, As we march into the fight: [Chorus of cheering.] When the battle rages round, And the rolling of the drum, And the trembling of the ground, Tell usurpers that WE COME !Then the War's deep-mouthed thunder Shall our lightnings cleave asunder, And our enemies shall wonder At the Northern Volunteers! Shall wonder at the cheers Of the Northern Volunteers! True, loyal sons are we Of men who fought and died To leave their children free, Whom dastards now deride! Tremble, traitors! at the beaming Of our starry banner gleaming, When like a torrent streaming, Come the Northern Volunteers! Dealing death amid their cheers, Come the Northern Volunteers! When Northern men unite, Heart to heart and hand to hand, For Freedom's cause to fight, Shall Wrong the Right withstand? Of the Northern Volunteers,- Where Freedom's banner waves, Over land or over sea, It shall not cover slaves! They shall touch it and be free! |