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loyalty to the Government of the United States, at various times since the occupation of Fort Smith by the Federal forces; that she has not lived at her father's house for two years, he being a Union man; and, it not being advisable that she should be sent through our lines at present, nor reside longer at Fort Smith, or on the south side of the Arkansas River, but it being advisable that she should reside on the north side of the Arkansas; and it being desirable also that the war should not cause the separation of members of the same family more than is really necessary;

"It is therefore ordered, That the said Cecilia De Jeunne leave Fort Smith to-morrow at twelve M., under charge of the Provost-Marshal, and be taken to Van Buren, and remain there until further orders; that she be restricted to the limits of her father's residence, and to intercourse with her father's family only, all other persons being forbidden to commu

nicate with her.


Any manifestations of disrespect to the Government and military authorities of the United States will be promptly and properly attended to.

"The Provost-Marshal at Van Buren will see that this order is complied with. "By command of Brigadier-General J. M. THAYER. "WM. S. WHITTEN,

"Assistant Adjutant-General."

Q. What effect could a law in Maine or Massachu-
setts have upon a citizen of Georgia or Alabama ?
A. Not any whatever.

Q. Why, then, did the rebels make this a pretext?
A. Because they had not any other.

The leaders well knew that this was no rightful pretext, but they knew also that they could not divert the mind of the general masses without urging some excuse for secession; and as they could hatch up nothing else, they were forced to urge this.

Q. Upon whose shoulders does this war rest?
A. The poor man's.

Q. Whose soul is stained with the blood spilled?
A. The rich man's.

"The call for troops having been issued, and the several States coming quickly forward with their first brave boys, it so happened that those two youths whose hearts had been exchanged for those of the pair who now were on their happy way toward them, enlisted in a certain and the same regiment. Having obtained cognizance of this fact, Fanny and her com


Q. What cause do the rebels claim to have for try-panion conceived the idea of assuming the uniform, ing to destroy our Government ?

A. None.

Q. What pretext?

A. The fugitive slave code of some of the Northern States.

enlisting in the service, and following their lovers to the field. Soon their plans were matured and carried into effect. A sufficient change having been made in their personal appearance, their hair having been cut, and themselves reclothed to suit their wish, they sought the locality of the chosen regiment, offered their services, were accepted, and mustered in. In . another company from their own of the same regiment, (the Twenty-fourth New-Jersey,) were their patriotic lovers, known though all unknowing.' On parade, in the drill, they were together they obeyed the same command. In the quick evolutions of the field, they came as close as they had in other days, even on the floor of the dancing-school-and yet, so says Fanny, the facts of the case were not made known.

Q. Who, then, is to blame for this war?

A. The rich men of the South.

Q. Upon whom, then, should the punishment rest?
A. Upon the rich men.

Q. What should be done with the poor man?
A. He should be pardoned.

Q. Who are the supporters of the rebel army?
A. The slaves.

Q. How do the slaves support the rebel army?
A. By raising supplies in food and clothing.
Q. What, then, ought Uncle Sam to do with them?
A. Liberate them.

traitor is not any too good to be shot by a negro, though he be as black as hell.


Q. Is it right to make soldiers out of slaves? A. It is just as proper and right for them to uphold the flag of the Union by fighting as it is for them to uphold the rebellion by working. If the Union troops have the right to use a rebel battery against its original owners, they certainly have the right to use their slaves against them. Their being property does not destroy this right, for batteries are property also. A


The Memphis (Tennessee) Times, of August fifth, 1864, tells this story of a woman's adventures;

"Miss Fanny Wilson is a native of Williamsburgh, Long Island. About four years ago, or one year prior to the war, she came West, visiting a relative who resided at La Fayette, Indiana. While here her leisure moments were frequently employed in communicating, by affectionate epistles, with one to whom her heart had been given, and her hand had been promised, before leaving her native city-a young man from New-Jersey. After a residence of about one year with her Western relative, and just as the war was beginning to prove a reality, Fanny, in company with a certain Miss Nelly Graves, who had also come from the East, and there left a lover, set out upon her return to her home and family. While on their way thither, the two young ladies concocted a scheme, the romantic nature of which was doubtless its most attractive feature.

"But the Twenty-fourth, by the fate of war, was ordered before Vicksburgh, having already served through the first campaign in Western Virginia, and here, alas for Fanny, she was to suffer by one blow. Here her brave lover was wounded. She sought his cot, watched over him, and half revealed her true nature in her devotion and gentleness. She nursed him faithfully and long, but he died. Next after this, by the reverse of fortune, Fanny herself and her companion were both thrown upon their hospital cots, exhausted, sick. With others, both wounded and debilitated, they were sent to Cairo. Their attendants were more constant and more scrutinizing. Suspicion was first had; the discovery of Fanny's and Nelly's true sex was made. Of course, the next event in their romantic history was a dismissal from the service. But not until her health had improved sufficiently was Fanny dismissed from the sick-ward of the hospital. This happened, however, a week or two after her sex had become known. Nellie, who up to this time had shared the fate of her companion, was now no longer allowed to do so; her illness became serious, she was detained in the hospital, and Fanny and she partedtheir histories no longer being linked. Nellie we can

tell no further of; but Fanny, having again entered society in her true position, what became of her?

"We now see her on the stage of a theatre at Cairo, serving an engagement as ballet girl. But this lasts but a few nights. She turns up in Memphis, even as a soldier again. But she has changed her branch of the service; Fanny has now become a private in the Third Illinois cavalry. Only two weeks has she been enlisted, when, to her surprise, while riding through the street with a fellow-soldier, she is stopped by a guard, and arrested for being a woman in men's clothing.' She is taken to the office of the detective police, and questioned until no doubt can remain as to her identity-not proving herself, as suspected, a rebel spy, but a Federal soldier. An appropriate wardrobe is procured her, and her word is given that she will not again attempt a disguise. And here we leave her. Fanny is a young lady of about nineteen years; of a fair face, though somewhat tanned; of a rather masculine voice, and a mind sprightly and somewhat educated-being very easily able to pass herself off for a boy of about seventeen or eighteen."

Ir may be interesting to know the state of General Hayes's thoughts and feelings just before entering upon that desperate conflict in the Wilderness, where he lost his life. In a letter written upon the morning on which the march commenced, he says: "This morning was beautiful, for

'Lightly and brightly shone the sun, As if the morn was a jocund one.'


Although we were anticipating to march at eight o'clock, it might have been an appropriate harbinger of the day of the regeneration of mankind; but it only brought to remembrance, through the throats of many bugles, that duty enjoined upon each one, perhaps, before the setting sun, to lay down a life for his country."

JOSIAH VAVASSEUR & Co., of London, take credit to themselves, of course through the columns of the London Times, for providing the steel shot for the rebels by which the Keokuk was sunk. A statement published in England to the effect that "practical artillerists have not been using spherical steel shot" put this house of Vavasseur & Co. upon its defence, and as a proof that artillerists do use such implements of war, they say they "have reason to believe that the same shot made by us (Vavasseur & Co.) were used by the confederates in the first attack of the monitors upon Charleston, in which action the Keokuk was so severely handled." Vavasseur & Co., like good "neutral" Englishmen as they are, rather pride themselves

on the efficient aid thus rendered to the rebels.

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"Every grandson I have capable of bearing arms is now in the army-one acting as brigadier-general in Western Virginia; one as colonel, commanding under General McPherson; one as captain, One Hundred and Fortieth Pennsylvania volunteers; one as lieutenant, in the Fourteenth Pennsylvania cavalry; and another, who was disabled as a gunner in the Chicago Light Artillery, I have at home with me, and he is yet anxious to again join his command.

"At my time of life I cannot expect that many more years will be given to me; yet it is my sincere desire that ere I close my mortal life peace may be restored to our whole land.

"And now, my dear sir, in concluding this letter, (perhaps the last I shall ever write,) permit me to say that my earnest prayer for you is, that you may long be spared to enjoy the blessing of a grateful nation, when Freedom shall have enthroned herself truly over the entire land.


Committing you to the care of our Heavenly Father, I remain your sincere friend,


ROSECRANS TO HALLECK.-The following letter explains itself:

"HEADQUARTERS DEPARTMENT OF THE CUMBERLAN, MURFREESBORO, TENN., March 6, 1863. Major-General H. W. Halleck, General-in-Chief U. S. A., Washington, D. C. :


GENERAL: Yours of the first instant, announcing the offer of a vacant Major-Generalship to the General in the field who first wins an important and decisive victory, is received.

"As an officer and a citizen, I feel degraded at such an auctioneering of honor. Have we a General who would fight for his own personal benefit, when he would not for honor and his country? He will come by his commission basely in that case, and deserves to be despised by men of honor. But are all the brave and honorable generals on an equality as to chances? If not, it is unjust to those who probably deserve most. W. S. ROSECRANS,

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MERIDIAN, MISS., May 18, 1865. Before the large chimney-place of a small cabinroom, surrounded by a group of confederate officers and men, the room dimly lighted by a small tallow candle, I first saw Lieutenant-General N. B. Forrest, commanding a corps of cavalry in the rebel army. Forrest is a man of fine appearance, about six feet in height, having dark, piercing hazel eyes, carefully trimmed moustache, and chin-whiskers, dark as night, finely cut features, and iron-gray hair. His form is lithe, plainly indicating great physical power and activity. He was neatly dressed in citizen's clothes of some gray mixture, the only indication of military service being the usual number of small staff-buttons on his vest. I should have marked him as a prominent man had I seen him on Broadway; and when I was told that he was the "Forrest of Fort Pillow," I devoted my whole attention to him, and give you the result of our conversation. My first impression of the man was rather favorable than otherwise. Except a guard of some hundred Federal soldiers, more than half a mile away, I was, with the exception of another person, the only Yankee in the room, and, being

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"But are we to believe their report, General ?" "Yes, if we are to believe any thing a nigger says. When I went into the war, I meant to fight. Fighting means killing. I have lost twenty-nine horses in the war, and have killed a man each time. The other day I was a horse ahead, but at Selma they surrounded me, and I killed two, jumped my horse over a onehorse wagon, and got away.' I began to think I had some idea of the man at last. He continued: "My Provost-Marshal's book will show that I have taken thirty-one thousand prisoners during the war. Fort Pillow I sent in a flag of truce, and demanded an unconditional surrender, or I would not answer for my men. This they refused. I sent them another note, giving them one hour to determine. This they refused. I could see on the river boats loaded with troops. They sent back, asking for an hour more. I gave them twenty minutes. I sat on my horse during the whole time.


and one battery I kept marching around all the time. My men dismounted, leaving every fourth man to hold the horses, and formed the rest in front as infantry; and the darn fool gave up without firing a shot."

"They have a living witness in Captain Young, their Quartermaster, who is still alive; and I will leave it to any prisoner I have ever taken if I have not treated them well." "You have made some rapid marches, General," said I. "Yes," said he, "I have five thousand men that can whip any ten thousand in the world. Sturgis came out to whip me once, and was ten thousand strong. I marched off as if I was going to Georgia, and fell upon the head of his column when he least expected me, and, with two thousand three hundred men, killed over three thousand, captured as many more, with all the trains and mules, and drove him back. I meant to kill every man in Federal uniform, unless he gave up." He spoke of capturing a fort from Colonel Crawford, in Athens, Alabama, garrisoned by one thousand five hundred men. Said he: "I took him out and showed him my forces-some brigades two or three times,

Speaking of Streight's capture, he said it was almost a shame. "His men rode among them and shot them down like cattle. They were mounted on sharp-edged saddles, and were worn out, and he killed several of them himself. Didn't hardly know what to do with them." But the heart sickens at the infamous conduct of this butcher. He is one of the few men that are general "blowers," and yet will fight. Forrest is a thorough bravo-a desperate man in every respect. He was a negro-trader before the war, and in "personal affairs," as he calls them, had killed several


He had a body-guard of one hundred and fifty picked men. These he placed in the rear, with orders to shoot any one that turned back. I have spoken to numbers of confederate officers, and they speak of him with disgust, though all admit his bravery and fitness for the cavalry service. He has two brothers living, one of whom is spoken of as being a greater butcher than the Lieutenant-General. He is a man without education or refinement, married, I believe, to a very pretty wife. Any one would call him handsome.

Any one hearing him talk, would call him a braggadocio. As for myself, I would believe one half he said, and only dispute with him with my finger upon the trigger of my pistol. When I told him I was a Yankee, and late upon a prominent General's staff, he looked about him, and among his staff, for corroborative proof. Volleys of this, ready prepared, poured forth upon his order. My not being a short-hand writer necessarily deprived me of the pleasure of a further contribution to this true story.

Two young Kentuckians were walking along the road when Forrest came up; he called them deserters, and deliberately shot them. It appears that these young men were upon legitimate duty, and one of them under military age. The fathers of these youths are upon Forrest's track, sworn to kill him. Poetic justice requires that he should meet with a violent death. Probably one hundred men have fallen by his hand. He says "the war is played;" that, where he lives, there are plenty of fish; and that he is going to take a tent along, and don't want to see any one for twelve months.

"The fort was filled with niggers and deserters from our army; men who lived side by side with my men. I waited five minutes after the time, and then blew my bugle for the charge. In twenty minutes my men were over the works, and the firing had ceased. The citizens and Yankees had broken in the heads of whisky and lager-beer barrels, and were all drunk. They kept up firing all the time, as they went down the hill. Hundreds of them rushed to the river, and tried to swim to the gunboats, and my men shot them down. The Mississippi river was red with their blood for three hundred yards. During all this, their flag was still flying, and I rushed over the works and cut the halyards, and let it down, and stopped the fight. Many of the Yankees were in tents in front, and they were in their way, as they concealed my men, and some of them set them on fire. were burned to death, it was in those tents.

If any

What a charming hero he would make for a sensational "King of the Cannibal Islands!"



When he comes back, all glorious, With the love-light in his eye, From the battle-field victorious,

Who'll be happier then than I? See, the big arm-chair is waiting, Vacant still in its old placeTime, press quickly on the hours

Till I see his pleasant face!

He was too young, they told me,
To march against the foe;
Yet when his country needed aid,
His mother bade him go!
'Twere meet slaves should tremble
Whom tyrants hold in thrall;
But my boy was a freeman born,
He went at freedom's call.

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Above the hero write,
The young, half-sainted:
His country asked his life,
His life he gave.


The battle is ended, the cannon is still,
The flag we defended waves out on the hill;
Around us are lying the children of God-
The dead and the dying-their pillows the sod;
But the flag on the hill, to us that remain,
Its glory shall thrill to fight for again;
Then up from your trenches with sabre and gun,
The fire that quenches the rays of the sun
Streams out from the Blue of the flag on the hill,
And tempers the hue of the battle-red rill.

The smoke of the battle is yet in the sky,
The musketry rattle meets not with reply;
Pale faces, and ghastly, upturned to the day-
Mark ye, how fastly the life ebbs away.
Our Father! in pity, look out from above,
Look down from yon City of Mercy and Love,
And deal with us kindly, pour oil on the flood,
Nor let us walk blindly in by-ways of blood;
Our country, our duty, our banner unfurled,
The emblem of beauty, the pride of the world.

The battle is ended, but not the good fight;
The flag we defended is yet in our sight;
There are traitors behind us and traitors before us,
But the flag of mankind is with us and o'er us;
None other we know, none other shall lead us.
Strike, freemen, the blow, that nations may heed us!
'Tis the flag of our heart, in steel let us wear it,
And hold it apart from hands that would tear it';
There's love in its hue, and its stars shall increase-
The Red, White, and Blue is the true flag of peace.
B. S. W.


The following lines were picked up in the street. They appear to be an attempt at parody on that other attempt of "Bingen on the Rhine."

A soldier, filled with Burbon, lay puling in the street, From battle-field es-ca-ped, with swiftly running feet; He'd fallen from too much "strychnine," and drowned all gallant schemes,

And got as far as possible from Richmun on the Jeems!

And one there lay beside him, his comrade in the flight; They had been boon companions, and frequently got tight;

And side by side they lay there, indulging maudlin dreams,

Far from the Libby prison and Richmond on the


One said: Old feller, tell me, what think you of this


Made by the boastin' rebels, our prosp'rous peace to mar?

Are Lee and Stonewall Jackson such thunderation teams,

As to keep us out of Richmun, ole Richmun on the Jeems?

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