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While with battle's cloud of sulphur mingled densely And the patriot poor shall wonder, in their simple mist and rain,
hearts to know Till the ascending squadrons vanished from the gazers In the land above the thunder their embattled chamon the plain.
T. B. From the boats upon the river, from the tents upon
the shore, From the roofs of yonder city anxious eyes the clouds explore :
ATTACK ON THE IRONSIDES: CAARLESTON COURIER But no rift amid the darkness shows them father, Account.–One of the most daring and gallant naval brother, sons,
exploits of the war, distinguished by the greatest coolWhile they trace the viewless struggle by the echo of ness, presence of mind, and intrepidity of the brave
men associated in the enterprise, was performed Mon
day night. This was no less than an attempt to blow Upward ! charge for God and country! up! Aba! up the United States steamer New Ironsides, lying off they rush, they rise,
Morris Island. Though not fully meeting the expectTill the faithful meet the faithless in the never-cloud- ations of those who conceived the plan, and those ed skies,
who carried it into execution, it has called forth the And the battle field is bloody where a dew-drop unbounded admiration of our citizens for the brilliant never falls,
heroism of the actors in their dangerous but patriotic For a voice of tearless justice to a tearless vengeance and self-sacrificing undertaking. A general feeling of calls.
deep anxiety prevails to learn the fate of two of the
gallant spirits who went out with the expedition. And the heaven is wild with shouting; fiery shot and There is every reason to believe, however, that these bayonet keen
gariant men, with the means of safety about their Gleam and glance where freedom's angels battle in the persons, endeavored to reach shore, and have been blue serene.
picked up by some of the enemy's launches. We Charge and volley fiercely follow, and the tumult in gather the following particulars from other participants the air
in the affair: Tells of right in mortal grapple with rebellion's strong The torpedo steamer David, with a crew of four despair.
volunteers, consisting of Lieutenant Wm. T. Glassell,
J. H. Toombs, chief engineer, and James Sullivan, They have conquered! God's own legions ! Well fireman of the gunboat Chicora, with J. W. Cannon, their foes might be dismayed,
assistant pilot of the gunboat Palmetto State, left Standing in his mountain temple 'gainst the terrors of South Atlantic wharf between six and seven o'clock his aid;
on Monday evening, for the purpose of running out And the clouds might fitly echo pean loud and parting to the Ironsides, exploding a torpedo under that gun
vessel near amidships, and if possible blow her up. When from upper light and glory sank the traitor The weather being dark and hazy, favored the enhost, undone.
terprise. The boat, with its gallant little crew, pro
ceeded down the harbor, skirting along the shoals on They have conquered! Througn the region where the inside of the channel until nearly abreast of their our brothers plucked the palm,
formidable antagonist, the New Ironsides. Rings the noise in which they won it with the sweet- They remained in this position for a short time, ness of a psalm;
circling around on the large shoal near the anchorage And our wounded, sick, and dying, hear it in their of the object of their visit. Lieutenant Glassell, with crowded wards,
a double-barrelled gun, sat in front of Pilot Cannon, Till they know our cause is Heaven's and our battle is who had charge of the helm. Chief Engineer Toombs the Lord's.
was at the engine, with the brave and undaunted Sul
Jivan, the volunteer fireman, when something like the And our famished captive heroes locked in Rich- following conversation ensued : mond's prison-hells
Lieutenant Glassell—"It is now nine o'clock. Shali List those guns of cloudland booming glad as free. we strike her?" dom's morning bells,
Pilot Cannon-" That is what we came for. I am Lift their haggard eyes, and panting, with their cheeks ready." against the bars,
Engineer Toombs__"Let us go at her then, and do Feel God's breath of hope, and see it playing with the our best.” Stripes and Stars,
Sullivan, fireman-"I am with you all, and waiting.
Go ahead." Tories, safe in serpent-treason, startle as those airy The boat was now put bow on, and aimed directly cheers,
for the Ironsides. As the little steamer darted forward, And that wild, ethereal war-drum, fall like doom upon the lookout on the Ironsides hailed them with : “ Take their ears ;
care there, you will run into us. What steamer is And that rush of cloud-borne armies, rolling back the that?" Lieutenant Glassell replied by discharging nation's shame,
one barrel at the Yankee sentinel, and tendering the Frights them with its sound of judgment and its flash gun to Pilot Cannon, told him there was another of angry flame.
Yankee, pointing to one with his body half over the
bulwarks, and asked Cannon to take care of him with Widows weeping by their firesides, loyal hearts de- the other barrel. spondent grown,
The next moment they had struck the Ironsides and Smile to hear their country's triumph from the gate exploded the torpedo about fifteen feet from the keel, of heaven blown,
on the starboard side. An immense volume of water
was thrown up, covering our little boat, and going adult population of a city of fifty thousand souls, and through the smoke-stack, entered the furnace, com- in what city of that size do you find complete freedom pletely extinguishing the fires.
from crime? And so far as quiet stealing goes, the In addition to this, pieces of the ballast had fallen soldier gets alarmingly skilful. “Strategy, my boy," in the works of the engine, rendering it unmanageable becomes an element of his larcenies. It is a fact, I at that time. Volley after volley of musketry from believe, that a party of the Fifth Kansas once stole a the crew of the Ironsides and from the launches began grave. How? you ask. In this way: Some mernto pour in upon them. Lieutenant Glassell gave the bers of the Second Wisconsin had to bury a comrade, order to back, but it was found impossible. In this and dug a grave for the solemn purpose. Some memcondition, with no shelter, and no hope of escape, they bers of the Fifth Kansas, having the same melancholy thought it best to surrender, and hailed the enemy to office to perform for one of their deceased companthat effect. The Yankees, however, paid no attention ions, watched a chance, and while the detail of the to the call, but barbarously continued the fire. It Second Wisconsin had gone for the Wisconsin corpse, was then proposed to put on their life-preservers, jump took possession of the grave, and buried their own overboard, and endeavor to swim to the shore. All inanimate jayhawker therein. I call that the gravest but Pilot Cannon consented. The latter, being un-offence, in its way, on record. able to swim, said he would stay and take his chances Mr. Brown, who had a lumber-yard in Natchez, and in the boat. Lieutenant Glassell, Engineer Toombs, a beautiful residence under the hill, was a good deal and Sullivan the fireman, left the boat. The first two astonished the other day by the rigors of war. The having on life-preservers, and the latter supporting Federal Quartermaster sent down a detail with wagons himself on one of the hatches thrown to him by the to draw away some of this lumber. Mr. Brown faupilot. Engineer Toombs becoming embarrassed with cied they came as purchasers. his clothing in the water, got back to the boat, and “Some of this, Captain, is worth thirty dollars a was assisted in by Cannon.
thousand, some fifty dollars." The boat was then rapidly drifting from the Iron- “Well," said the officer, “I guess I'll take some of sides. He now fortunately found a match, and light the fifty-dollar sort. Load on, boys." ing a torch, crept back to the engine, discovered and “But,” said Brown, “it should be measured removed the cause of its not working, and soon got it first.” in order. Engineers Toombs and Cannon reached And at this instant it dawned upon the mind of the their wharf in the city about midnight, fatigued, and man of boards that perhaps Uncle Sam, the offended presenting a worn-out appearance, but rejoicing at one, was seizing the lumber! their fortunate and narrow escape. With regard to the damage of the Ironsides nothing
ANOTHER SNAKE STORY.-Between the point of positive is known. At the moment of striking there was great consternation on board. It was reported Lookout Mountain and Bridgeport, down the Valley that the crew in gangs were hard at work at the of the Tennessee, lie twenty-five miles of dead mules, pumps all day yesterday. Small boats were seen con- in one continuous string, the head of the first carcass stantly passing between the Ironsides and the Moni- lying on the “quarter-deck” of the one beyond him, At nightfall
, however, she remained at her old and so on throughout the entire distance. Just im anchorage.
agine a convulsion of nature of sufficient magnitude to bury these remains as they now lie, and phancy
the pheelinx of a future Agassiz, who, in his geolog. INCIDENTS AT NATCHEZ.-Sitting at General Ran- ical researches, strikes either of the termini, and atsom's headquarters the other day, I saw a gray-haired tempts to exhume the entire “snake.” Won't it man, bent with age, coming feebly up to the porch. knock the socks off the saurians of the diluvian pe.. He asked if he might come in.
riod ? Twenty-five miles of vertebræ, with two pedal “Certainly, sir, if you have any business here." He came tottering in, and stated his business to an show for a future circus! It will probably be called
arrangements every three feet! What a bully sideaid. He wished to 'enlist in the United States " the old he-Copperhead of the Rebellion period "army!
admission ten cents - Peace Democrats half-price.“But you are too old.”
Chattanooga Gazette. “I am only sixty.” “But you are too feeble.”
“I think I could drive a team or cook. I have THE FEMALE LIEUTENANT.-The public will rememcome thirty-three miles on a straight line to see you, ber the numerous paragraphs published concerning and I wish to live and die with you. These Secession one “Lieutenant Harry Buford,” née Mrs. Williams, devils out yonder have just worried my life out of me with a history romantic in war as that of Joan of -hothered me, cursed me, stole me poor, tried to Arc. Last summer the Lieutenant got into Castle force me into the rebel service; swear they will force Thunder, her sex not corresponding with the dashing me in yet. That's a pretty flag over the porch. I uniform she wore. She was released, and went from haven't seen that flag in many a weary day. I saw it Richmond to Chattanooga, where she joined General in Jackson's time in the war of 1812.
Bragg's army, got upon the staff of General A. P. The old man was assured of protection without en Stewart, and for a time was employed in the secret listment, and went on his way.
service, effecting important arrests of spies, and doing Our troops here are under very strict orders in re- some very daring things. gard to marauding, and I have as yet heard of no The other day she visited Richmond again, not 23 great injury being done to private property. Now the gay Lieutenant, but in the garments more becomand then a peach-tree suffers, or a watermelon "per- ing her sex, and bearing the name of Mrs. Jeruth ishes everlastingly," but on the whole the discipline De Caulp, she having, in the interval, married an offiof the soldiers in this respect is good. Those who cer of the confederate States provisional army of that complain that an army is not perfectly virtuous, must name, first obtaining a divorce from her first liusband, remember that ten thousand men represent the male I Williams, who is in the army of General Grant.
In consideration of her services, the confederate government has commissioned Mrs. De Caulp with the rank of captain, and since her arrival in Richmond, she has drawn one thousand six hundred dollars back pay. She is now at the Ballard House, en route for Georgia, and the home of her new husband.
The heroine of this sketch is a native of Mississippi, and a devoted Southern woman.- .-Richmond Ecaminer, September 15, 1863.
Shall call thy honesty a priceless gem,
Thy patience beautiful, thy faith sublime; Thy gentle nature let the harsh condemn,
Just heaven's reward is in the hand of time. Work on, amidst the nation's wild turmoil,
The day of triumph brightens up the sky; The tree of peace springs up from roots of toil,
Its leaves shall sweetly crown thee by and by. Smile on, amidst thy care, O Freedom's friend! The People's heart is with thee to the end.
IN THE HOSPITAL.
ARE NEW-ZEALANDERS BELLIGERENTS ?—The London Daily News published the following communication :
“Sır: We are at war with the New Zealanders We for empire, they for independence! What if President Lincoln recognize their belligerent rights? and what if New-York capitalists take a New Zealand loan-and if an American Laird furnish a New Zealand Alabama, to be commissioned by a Maori lieutenant, and manned by British seamen from the naval reserve, and so on? Why not? and what then? “I am, sir, etc.,
In the ranks of the sick and dying, in the chamber
where death-dews fall, Where the sleeper wakes from his trances to leap
to the bugle-call, Is there hope for the wounded soldier? Ah! no,
for bis heart-blood flows, And the flickering flame of life must wane, to fail
at the evening's close. O thou who goest, like a sunbeam, to lighten the
darkness and gloom ! Make way for his path of glory, through the dim
and shadowy room; Go speak to him words of comfort and teach him
the way to die, With his eyes upraised from the starry flag to the
blessed cross on high. And tell him brave hearts are beating, with pulses
as noble as thine ; That we count them at home by the thousands
thou sweetest sister of mineThat they fail not and flinch not from duty, while
the vials of wrathi are outpoured, And tell him to call it not grievous, but joyous to
fall by the sword. When the hosts of the foe are outnumbered, and
the day of the Lord is at hand, Shall we halt in the heat of the battle, and fail at
the word of command ? Oh! no; through the trouble and anguish, by the
terrible pathway of blood, We must bear up the flag of our freedom, on-on
through the perilous flood ! And if one should be brought faint and bleeding,
though wounded, yet not unto death, On! plead with the soft airs of heaven, to favor his
languishing breath, Be faithful to heal and to save him, assuaging the
fever and pains, Till the pulse in his strong arm be strengthened,
and the blood courses free in his veins.
A REBEL PREACHER.—Mr. William Keen, a highly respectable citizen of Cumberland County, Ky., is an honored member of the Methodist Church. The Rev. T. J. Moore, of Franklin, Simpson County, a wellknown Methodist preacher, was a chaplain in Morgan's band. It is difficult to understand what Morgan's band wanted of a chaplain, but very easy to understand that, if they did want one, Moore was exactly their man.
Thus Keen and Moore belong to the same church. Morgan's band, upon the occasion of their late advent into Kentucky, took possession of Keen's house, south of Cumberland River. Before retiring at night, Keen, courteously and in a Christian-like manner, asked Moore to pray. Moore consented, and offered up a fervent prayer, Keen occasionally responding "Amen." Near the close of the prayer, the rebel parson prayed for the success of the rebel cause, and, in a loud voice, asked God that, if necessary to the success of the rebellion, he would “strike dead every man, woman, and child in the United States." Keen, unable to stand so much, exchained in a voice to which God and all his angels might listen, “No, Lord, don't do thatthe prayer is unchristian ;'' and he repeated the exclamation several limes. It created an excitement among the rebel officers present; but, to their honor be it said, they rebuked, not keen, but their own chaplain.
This, as we have said, was on the south bank of Cuinberland River. At a house on the north side, Bioore said to a gentleman in the presence of bis fim. ily, that he wished the last Union man was in hell, and added that he himself had a right to take a portion of the property of every Union man in the land. That pseudo reverend scoundrel is now at Camp Chase. He has full possession of a nook or corner of that Federal establislıment, and we guess it is the last Federal property that he is likely ever to "hold, occupy, and possess.” Probably the best men in the world are preachers—and the worst.
Then take the good sword from its scabbard, and
BY W. H. VENABLE.
No adulation shall the poet bring,
Nor o'erwrought picture of thy excellence; But, taught by Truthfulness, shall simply sing
The passing worth of cheerful cominon-sense ;
front his pale face to the foe, And bid him march onward, unconquered, though,
stricken again, he lie low; He shall see in the dream of his slumber, he shall
know in his soul's swift release, That the heralds afar on the mountains come bear.
ing the lilies of peace.
When the blood of the Old Dominion shall lie trod
in its pride to the dust, When her swords and her traitorous banners are
consumed by the moth and the rust,
When the gold and the purple lie tarnished, and
the light is gone out in her halls, And she sees the last slave, freed from fetters,
walk out by her pitiful walls; Though late comes the signal of promise, when
the horse and the rider shall reel, And slow with the hope of the ages, comes the
roll of God's chariot-wheel; Yet sure as God's heaven above us, on the glitter
ing scroll shall be read, “The days of thy kingdom are numbered," and
our last armed foe shall be dead.
But the sea-fowl is gone to her rest,
The beast is laid down in his lair; Yet not like John Morgan unblest,
As I to my straw bed repair.
BY GEORGE H. BOKER.
As Moses stood upon the flaming hill,
CHARGE OF THE MULE BRIGADE.
VERSES. Supposed to be written by General John Morgan, on surveying his solitary abode in his cell, in the Ohio Penitentiary at Columbus.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute ;
Iron spoon, checkered pants and clean suit.
I must finish my journey in stone,
I start at the sound of my own.
Of those who see charms in thy face;
Than reign in this horrible place.
Convey to this desolate cell
Of the thefts I have practised so well.
Divinely bestowed upon man ;
How soon would I taste you again!
In the work of destruction and raiding;
Nor feel the least pang of upbraiding.
Resides in that heavenly word!
And all that the earth can afford.
On the night of October twenty-eighth, 1863, when General Geary's division of the Twelfth Corps repulsed the attacking forces of Longstreet at Waubatchie, Tenn., a number of mules, affrighted by the noise of battle, dashed into the ranks of Hampton's Legion, causing much dismay among the rebels, and compelling many of them to fall back under a supposed charge of cavalry.
Captain Thomas H. Elliott, of General Geary's staff, gives the following rendition of the incident, which he gleaned from an interior contemporary. Its author. ship is not known :
Half a mile, half a mile,
Half a mile onward,
Broke the two hundred. " Forward the Mule Brigade," “Charge for the Rebs!” they neighed; Straight for the Georgia troops
Broke the two huudred.
But the sweet sound of burning and plunder
These prison-walls never yet heard, Never echoed the chivalry's thunder,
Nor mocked at the Union's grand bird. How fleet is a glance of the mind
Compared with the speed of my flight; But Shackelford came up behind,
So I found 'twas no use to fight.
My form with indifference see;
Their coolness is shocking to me.
I confess that I wish I was there ; Confound these hard stone walls at hand,
And my bald pate, all shaven of hair,
“Forward, the Mule Brigade !"
Was there a mule dismayed ? Not when the long ears felt
All their ropes sundered; Theirs not to make reply; Theirs not to reason why; Theirs but to make them fly. On! to the Georgia troops,
Broke the two hundred.
Mules to the right of them,
Pawed, neighed, and thundered.
Breaking their own confines, Breaking through Longstreet's lines, Into the Georgia troops
Stormed the two hundred.
Who, closing up breaches,
Still kept on their way, Till guns, downward pointed,
Faced “Co. K."
Wild all their eyes did glare,
While all the world wondered.
Fled every Georgian,
Scattered and sundered,
Pawed, neighed, and thundered ;
Left by the two hundred.
Like cameras awful,
Stood cannon aloof, Till the signal was given,
To strike off a proof Of the soul of the soldier,
To send up to Him, (Pray God, that he know it,
Though bloody and dim.) Who faltered, or shivered ?
Who shunned battle-stroke? Whose fire was uncertain ?
Whose battle-line broke? Go, ask it of History,
Years from to-day, And the record shall tell you,
Not “ Co. K.” Though my darling is sleeping
To-day with the dead,
Bloom ove this head,
As I lay it away-
Lettered “Co, K."
THE SHARPSHOOTER'S LAMENT ON THE
BANKS OF THE POTOMAC.
When can their glory fade ?
All the world wondered.
Long-eared two hundred.
There's a cap in the closet,
Old, tattered, and blue, Of very slight value,
It may be to you; But a crown, jewel-studded,
Could not buy it to-day, With its letters of honor,
Brave “ Co. K."
“ The sun-light is yellow and pleasant,
What darkens your spirit, Jein True?" 'Ay, Sergeant, it's bright for the present,
And I know it looks mean to be blue, Squattin' here, like a draggle-tailed pheasant
But what's a poor fellow to do?
And 'listed in sarch o' big game-
That inveigled me on till I came
Or chippies to warrant an aim.
And between 'em old Jem is nigh beat, For here comes the news of the sportin'
As has come to them chaps on the fleetAnd bless yer, they're greenies for courtin'
The shrews of grim death as they'll meet.
For all they're stout as you'll see,
Of a bullet and that of a bee,
He shakes 'on a rest’ like a flea. “ And Toby, though brave as a lion,
His intentions his in'ards confound, When to jerkin' the trigger he's nigh on,
The vartigo bobs him around, And that bully old sinner, O'Ryan,
He's cross-eyed and shoots at the ground. “While here's the old boy as can jingle
Any button as shines on a breast,
The head that it sheltered
Needs shelter no more! Dead heroes make holy
The trifies they wore;
Of laurel and bay,
Marked “ Co. K."
Its visor beneath,
Grim harvester Death!
So mournfully say, How foremost in danger
Went “ Co. K."
Whose footsteps unbroken
Came up to the town, Where rampart and bastion
Looked threat'ningly down?