has entwined in this war, and among these we would place this tribute of filial love from distant Missouri.

June 18.-The following is an excellent picture of present Yankee society, which I came across to-day, in an odd book, which gave some account of France. under the rule of Henry III.:

"There was no more truth, no more justice, no more mercy. To slander, to lie, to rob, to wench, to steal; all things are permitted save to do right and speak the truth."

What a perfect delineation of Washington and New York at the present day!

June 19.-The third Sabbath in my granite prison. Some one has had such care for the souls of Confederate prisoners as to have distributed among us a number of tracts, issued by the American Tract Society, 28 Cornhill, Boston. I have just finished reading one of them, entitled "Love Your Enemies". a characteristic specimen of the Puritan Christianity of the Yankee, the blasphemy and brag of which have filled me with horrour and disgust.

The writer, evidently one of the pious spitfires of New England, sets out with terrible denunciation of the Confederacy, and with characteristic regard for historical truth, describes the Confederates as outraging our [Yankee] "kindred," and "lurking in traitorous ambush at our [Yankee] door-posts." He then speaks of "their threats and curses, their outbursts of furious fiend-like passion." After this very Christian vituperation, and merciless vindication of the truth of history, our clerical friend encounters the question, how it is possible to pray that the wrath of the Lord be poured out upon the Confederates, and yet to retain Christian love for the persons of their rebellious neighbours. And he surmounts the difficulty bravely. The cause of the Yankee "is the cause of God," and to pray for the destruction of the enemies of the Yankee is "to di vest themselves of all personal and merely human considerations" for God's glory, and to sink the love of the neighbour in the higher duties of the Divine service. This morsel of pious logic and Puritan charity is put in the following words:

"David recognized in his foes the foes of Jehovah and his church, and "planting himself by the very side of God, divinely inspired, he invoked the "most terrible calamities, the most complete ruin, even eternal evil; upon his adversaries. Our cause, too, is the cause of God; our foes the opposers of those

"principles of eternal truth, justice, and righteousness, which sustain the divine "administration. But do we stand, where David did, in unity with the divine "mind and will, moved by the same pure and holy impulses, equally divested of "all personal and merely human considerations? If so, then we, too, in calm, "holy, fervent supplication, may pray, 'Render unto our neighbours sevenfold "into their bosom the reproach wherewith they have reproached thee O Lord!"" Has any one ever found anything more characteristic of New England Christianity than this passage-a mixture of old Puritan self-righteousness and modern lying, that might refresh the appetite of the Infernal! Concocted, probably, by some fellow who nurses his white dainty flesh with lace neckcloths, and spits pious venom in some fashionable church.

July 1.-I was allowed to-day to see a physician from Boston, who accompanied my sister, under a permit from General Dix.

This visit has been a precious occasion to me, and I trust, has improved my resolution to suffer with as little complaint as possible. Even imprisonment is not without its compensations and uses; is not necessarily a blank in one's life. We learn noble virtues in prison, for it is a severe school where we are taught to moderate our desires and to confront misfortunes with that defiant patience, which more than all constitutes the force of character and tests the man.

There is compensation; too, in the reflection that my imprisonment is in the name of my country, and that what I suffer is a sacrifice for it. It is true we all must contribute to the cause of our country in some form or other---and how little have I ever contributed to it, that I should begrudge this suffering in its name, and how many more deserving than myself, with mutilated limbs or broken hearts, have yet virtue to thank God that they have been able thus to testify their principles! These are salutary thoughts, which should chasten my pride and impatience, and teach me how little and unworthy I am, to resent the fortuune which has made me a prisoner.

Fourth of July-Captain Murden, of South Carolina, a fellow-prisoner, has celebrated the day by the following lines, entitled "The Confederate Oath,"

which we have all "taken." It is given as a specimen of the Fort Warren Muse, and as a sentiment appropriate to "the day we celebrate":

Aye, raise aloft that gory pall

· Of Freedom's bleeding corse,

While craven minions, shouting all,

Its infamy indorse.

Gape, cannon, your infernal throats,
Belch at the despot's word,
While Liberty's expiring notes

Are in thine echoes heard.

Blow winds, from these accursed walls,
And to the world proclaim
How wronged, insulted Freedom calls
To stay the branding shame.
Tell of the rights our fathers claimed,
And claiming, dared maintain,
Tell of the deeds in history famed,
Which broke the tyrant's chain.
Then, tell again, how Avarice sapped
The fane to Freedom reared:
How Lust, in false religion wrapped,
To boasting minds appeared.

And let thy breath the poison bear

Of Puritanic guile,

And in thy voice let nations hear,

The howlings of the vile.

Aye, hoist that foul, dishonoured flag,

While truckling millions bow,

And kiss the rod, the chain, and gag,
Upheld in terrour now.

And we, who see, and hear, and feel,

That mockery of this day,

Shall wE, in servile cringing, kneel,

And own the despot's sway?

No, by the rights our sires won,

No, by the rights we claim,

No, while our wrathful blood may run,

No, in our country's name,

No, by our fields of wasted grain,

No, by our smoking walls,

No, by the Vandal-trodden plain,

Our sack'd and ruined halls!
Bring from each corner of the land

The demon's waste and wreck,

Bring murderous axe, and smoking brand,

The hateful pile to deck.

Then think upon the widow's wail,

Think of the maiden's tear,

Think of each wrong the Southern gale

Brings to your sickened ear:

Then by each stroke; then by each thrust Which caused one anguished thrill;

Then by each deed of hate and lust,

Each heart-recorded ill:

Then swear while life's red current flows, While flint can yield the spark,

While arm can nerve for vengeful blows,

Or bullet reach its mark,

New England's lust, New England's greed, Need seek no Southern sky;

While powder burns, or knife can bleed, Who seeks our soil must die!

CHAPTER VI.

JOURNAL NOTES CONTINUED.-Life in the Casemates. -How the Yankees treat Foreigners.---Southern "Aristocracy."--Friends in Boston.-Massachusetts "Chivalry."--"Have we & Government?"

July 5.-We have quite a mixed lot of prisoners here. The officers and crews of the Atlanta and Tacony are confined here, and to Captain Webb of the first, and Lieutenant Reed of the latter, I am paticularly indebted for much entertainment and kindness. To tell the truth, it is not often you hear intelligent conversation among associates in a prison, or obtain any experience of small courtesies; selfishness, stupidity, vacancy of mind, are most frequently the results of the harsh and scanty life within the casemates, unless one should happen to have been bred a gentleman.

But I have been most fortunate in my mess, and I have yet to to notice any instance of bickering or of selfish overreaching among us. Yet we have plenty of pleasant controversy. My good friend Marrs (engineer of the ill-fated Cuba), keeps us all alive with his constant intention of "raising h—l”: a vague threat which I have never yet seen him put into practical execution, for he really has an amiable and generous sentiment for everything but the Yankee. Captain Black reads the newspaper aloud every night, and Marrs punctuates with sententious exclamations. Then we have the invariable quarrel of each night about shutting windows and putting out the lights, two proceedings which always give rise to differences of opinion. Marrs must have everything read of the "d- -a Yankees," or must have Captain Murden recite his composition of patriotic poetry for the day, before he can compose himself to sleep, which he at last does with objurgations not to be mentioned to ears polite.

July 6.-There are various devices here to induce prisoners to swallow the oath of Yankee allegiance. The most infamous is that practised upon the foreign, ers, who have been taken on privateers or running the blockade, and whothrough the offices of their consuls in New York and Boston, have been offered