They did all this; and sadly they defamed Their country in the ears of all mankind "Barbarians" were their countrymen, who claimed The rights the Constitution had defined. Resistance to the statutes was proclaimed The pious duty of a people so refined! And all this madness, tending or intended, To rend the Union-as we've seen it rended. But-Davis, Yancey, Keitt, and Beauregard, Were match to your immeasurable sin What demon could possess you to abandon The Union-and your rights as Union men? A monstrous crime, and worse-a monstrous blunder! 'Twas Talleyrand, French Secretary, said A blunder's worse than crime;-but never Hath any one in earthly annals read Of blunder like your efforts to dissever I know that Milton undertakes to prove, Enlisted armies, and had soldiers training, And then in mad, rebellious fury drove Against angelic hosts, in rude campaigning! So says the poet; and to human level, He thus brings down the conduct of the devil. But sacred chronicle has nothing said Of Lucifer behaving in this way. Some shabby tricks it seems that he had played, As Milton tells us. There was no display No! Milton's epic's very far from true- And do not paint him blacker than he is. It was in fact secession, and no less, He said; and so to rule, himself, exacted; And this was all. So Milton's solemn song For Lucifer is guiltless of the wrong Of armed rebellion! This is something worse Than even he enacted, when on pinions strong The gulf to Erebus he did traverse. No, no-he's bad enough; but men defame him, When for the crime of rebel war they blame him! But 'twas a losing business; and the devil Of “recognized" confederacy, as they tell. And so with you and yours. Oh! had you stood By bringing your supplies from some far nation, And not from mad New-England, you'd have made Her bigotry surrender to the laws of trade. She would have given up her abolition For trade and profit. We have seen her scout The Southern statesmen's wisest proposition To bring in territories round about; But since she's profited by this condition In larger markets-they shall not go out! So even abolition she'd have scouted, On finding it to be a loss undoubted. Some fifty years ago, New-England thought She boasts, New-England does, of her capacity In close connection, when they speak her name,) She makes the guns, the powder, clothing, shoes, She makes professions wondrously profuse In arms-preparing them for others' deeds. And so, while honest Western men are fighting, She's in the contract part of war delighting. She loveth war, while to her mill is brought The profitable grist! Her pockets linedFor blood and misery she careth not, So they to other people are confined. Let others suffer as they will, 'tis naught To her and hers. And so the public mind She poisons and embitters with infusion | Of negro madness, to prolong confusion. In several places there are "contrabands "' The blessings brought on him, by revolution. The "old plantation!" How doth Cuffee mourn For home, and "massa;" and the jolly days, When he was "fat and saucy," and could turn His back on want! He sang his simple laysMinstrel of nature! nor did he ever learn That he was all "down-trodden." In the maze Of negro dance, with Dinah vis-a-vis, What monarch ever happier than he? For Africa's barbarians, once brought In middle passages o'er ocean's tide, It could not last. New-England's pseudo saints For war, they say, is better than "aggression " Of Christian gifts-applauding deadly fights! Of killed and mangled are refreshing sights! But what aggression ever yet was made The soil of any State, for spoil or fight? A single Northern heart e'er wound or blight? (I mean of course, before we had secessionThe remedy, ill chosen, for the North's aggression.) "Oh! yes!" we're told, "they labored to expand The country's bounds! They years ago did vex us With Louisiana, (which turned out a grand Affair enough;) then Florida, then Texas Against the Northern protest; did perplex us Thus we have briefly told "what was the matter;" And this was all; no right they e'er denied us, They did what born Americans must do, When wronged; they swore to seek redress! They to the Union had been firm and trueMade for their safety and their happiness; They clung to rights by Constitution due To free white men, who only them possess. But they did err in choice of modes for righting All wrongs; they chose secession, and then fighting! But view the case reversed. Suppose the North Denied the rights, essential to existence; Suppose her people styled "barbarians," and so forth; Their "chattels" stolen, with insane persistence? Suppose the Constitution of so little worth, That plain provisions met with mad resistance? How long would Yankees bear such imposition? Could e'er be theirs, and borne all patiently! For have not Yankees struggled for their right? In Boston Bay, when "tea" was all in vogue-eh? Oh! these are names on history's gilt-edged paper! Which men will read while Time can hold his taper! But they, whose sires for right could thus contend, Have caught their spirit somewhere in extreme; And not content their own rights to defend, To quelch the rights of others is their dream! All-all-to them must basely bow and bend, Howe'er degrading such submission seem. The South to madness goaded, now they'd take The little profit that the West can make ! The tariff-fixed precisely as they want it, The markets to secure, sans competitionMay drain our pockets; but they only vaunt it A happy trick, and laugh at our position. Though poverty the Western home may haunt, it May not invade the home of Abolition! The land in other parts howe'er distrest New-England yet will "feather her own nest." But they did err in choice of modes for righting All wrongs; they chose secession and then fighting! But Shakspeare, prince of poets, hap'ly says And even New-England may see other days, She's gloating now o'er distant desolation, She madly fanned the fires that glow in war, She kills the hen that laid her golden eggs! For when the cotton fields in ruin are, Where then her trade? If Western labor begs All vainly, freedom from unequal tax, Will we still kiss the rod that smarts our backs? Like boy on bladder, sporting on a river, She's floating now, all buoyant on the stream; But war's fat contracts cannot last forever, And when they're over, ended is her dream! Her bladders all collapsed-how can she ever Her prestige and prosperity redeem ? Domestic trade let down-then foreign trade a-courting, She'll find that paper prices don't permit exporting! Of honesty she'll then give some example- Pompeii sported-eating, drinking, making love, in The neatest little loaves of four ace flour; Laden darkness came volcanic shower! And so the world (except of ashes) ended For proud old Pompeii and all her people. With fate-when ashes buried even the steeple. All hail, New-England! We have heard your cry A grand eruption may come, by and by, Of Western passion, and it may not fail A hint to mend your ways, and better grow? Were brought to judgment. Could you show A record clear of malice, avarice, and pride, Bigotry, intolerance, and grievous things beside? -Missouri Republican. THE HOUR AND THE MAN. From the deep hear of all this land is sounding, Like the weird v.ce of Fate, the tramp of men; And now, where serried ranks are fast emerging, And slope, and field, and plain, and stream, are glistening With points of steel and banners flaunting high; And the awed world stands looking on and listening! 'Midst it all, a cry Steals up! in the beginning like a murmur On the broad page that bears the varied record Truth and right were lost. But cool, calm, cautious, and determined action, When comes the passing hour that's big with fate, Fixes its impress on the individual, Exalts, expands, and magnifies the state. From out the dusk of far receding centuries, One clear, prophetic voice of warning calls'Tis this: that in the hour of trust and trial, He who falters falls! Oh! hearken to it, thou to-day, who holdest We wait, thy people, patient but expectant; OUR HEROES. Ah! no, they have not passed away, Of lofty deeds, whose souls were cast O patriot names! Brighter for such O loyal lives! in days of gloom Hear ye their call? Up! Save this Land! It stirs each true heroic heart, That thrilling battle-cry. They come! they come! O waiting souls! Their hearts are leal, their swords are true, Thank God, my country, for the brave, Their noblest thoughts are given to thee, They fight and bleed and die On hill-side, plain, and sea, That the old flag cleansed from every stain BRUNSWICK, ME., January 10, 1863. S. R. C. LARRY'S RETURN FROM THE WAR. BY WILL S. HAYS. The black clouds were angrily chasing each other; some waterproof mixture in the sole to keep out the wet. A farmer may make a very pleasant shoe out of an old wool hat by providing a suitable sole; and he may provide a suitable sole by combining several thicknesses of felt with a little wax and rosin, or wax and Indiarubber, or tallow, rubber, and rosin inserted between She thought of her lover, with whom she had parted-the leaves to keep out moisture. Osnaburgs, boiled in Who had gone to the wars-it was Larry O'More. Oh! hark! she heard footsteps, and suddenly started Then smiled, as she leaped, like a fawn, to the door. And, lo! there stood Larry, as fresh and as cosy As when he left Kitty's bewitching young charms; Whose eyes were so bright, and whose cheeks were so rosy "Arrah! Kitty," said Larry, "love, come to me arms." "O Larry! you're safe!" "Yes, thrue for ye, darlin'; I've been in the battles, whin the balance wor kilt, An' the ribils, like haythens, come fightin' an' snarlin' Arrah! Kitty, no knowin' the blood that was spilt.' Come, Larry, sit down;" "Faith, I will, an' close near you For lonesome I've been, for many months past; I often have wished-d'ye mind?" "Yes, I hear you." "That ivery big fight that we had was the last." "And have you been wounded?" "Ah! no; I wor lucky. The boys fought like divils, an' died in a hape; An' since our last march, as we wint through Kintucky, How many brave fellows have laid down to slape! "No longer a sojer, dear Kitty, I'll tarry Faith, while I wor one, to the cause I wor thrue; An' now I've come home, love, a swate girl to marry." Pray, Larry, who is she?" "Arrah! Kitty, 'tis you! I've got me discharge, an' through life's wintry weather We'll make the path aisy, as aisy can be. "Me heart's in me hand." "I'll take them together." "Presint arms, then, darlint!" "I will, love," says she. "Ah! Larry, I'm glad-are you tired of fightin' ?" And sweet Kitty smiled-looked him full in the eyes. "Oh! no, Kitty, dear, for I took a delight in Performin' me dooty, wherever it lies; May me hand lave me body, whin I pull the thrigger In battle again." Why, Larry ?" "Because The goddess of Liberty's turned to a nigger, -Louisville Sunday Democrat. A SUBSTITUTE FOR LEATHER.-There are two modes of preparing skins for use one is by tanning, and the other by tawing. The first of these requires months or years; the last only a few weeks. The first produces thick leather, the latter thin. In tawing, the skin is soaked and scraped to get rid of the hair and putrescible parts, then treated with alum and salt; then stretched, and scraped, and rubbed to make it flexible, and in some cases saturated with animal fat. It is not only by custom and convenience that we are confined to leather in the making of our shoes. Any substance which will exclude water and which will endure the rubs and thumps given by the foot will do for shoes. A hatter can make an excellent shoe out of the same felt and by the same process which he uses in making hats; using one other mould, and linseed oil, and wax, and then blackened, will do very well for the uppers, only it will require a lining of osnaburgs again to make it sufficiently strong, and to keep the blackened fabric from defiling the foot. The skins of a pair of squirrels tanned would make a pret ty and pleasant pair of shoes for a lady. Soles of shoes for men (beside the substitute already mentioned) may be made of old saddle-skirts, leather gin-bands, gutta-percha bands, several thicknesses of tough cloth of any sort sewed together and saturated with the waterproof; or they may be compounded of several things-the outer of leather or hardened felt, the inner of cloth or doubled osnaburgs or duck, and between the two a broad and flexible split of white oak, hickory, palmetto-stalk, or birch-bark.-Savannah Republican. AMONG the novelties which this extraordinary war has produced are the instances which have repeatedly occurred of late of cavalry capturing gunboats. A friend suggests that our horses should be fitted out with sails and rudders, in order to facilitate their amphibious operations. The gunboats, it must be admitted, have fallen amazingly from their original pres tige. At one time they had nearly scared the South from its propriety; but they are now manifest hurabugs, which even a few troopers can explode. The gallant cities of Vicksburgh and Richmond deserve the credit of having first shorn the gunboats of their terrors. From the hour when Drury's Bluff demol ished their iron-clads, they have been gradually sinking to their proper level.-Richmond Dispatch, Jan. 27. DELAWARE.-No State in the Union has been more conspicuous for its gallantry and loyalty, during the present struggle, than the little Border State of Delaware. When every other Slave State either wavered or broke out into rebellion, she stood firm-faithful among the faithless." When, after the attack upon Fort Sumter, a call was made for troops, she promptly sent a regiment of militia to Washington to guard the National capital, and with equal alacrity responded to the demand of the President for volunteers to put down the rebellion. The regiment designated upon the Army Register as the "Second Delaware," but more familiarly known among the veterans of the Potomac as "the Crazy Delawares," was the first regiment raised in the State for three years or during the war. It has been prominent in every general engagement of the grand army of the Potomac. It is commanded by Colonel William P. Baily, formerly an officer in the third company of the National Guard, a cool, brave, and experienced of ficer, who possesses the confidence and affection of his men, and will never disappoint the hopes of his coun try. At the battles of Gaines's Mill, White Oak Swamp, Peach Orchard, Savage's Station, Antietam, and Fredericksburgh, this gallant regiment, now reduced to about two hundred and fifty effective men, fought with a valor and self-sacrificing devotion that won the applause of the whole army. It was the last to leave the field at the bloody fight at Gaines's Mill, and at Fredericksburgh led the charge of Zook's brigade, and laid its dead nearer the rebel works than any other regiment. In this charge Colonel Baily was wounded by a fragment of a shell which struck him in the breast, fracturing the collar-bone; but we are happy to learn that he is rapidly recovering, and that he will soon rejoin the "Crazy Delawares," which he has so often led to glorious deeds on the field of battle. - Baltimore American, January 14. cessfully against the German Abolitionists and hunt up the Yankees. The soldiers again visited Johnston's Creek, but found the most of the settlers had fled to the mountains. Frederick Degener alone they surpris ed, sleeping under the porch of his house, but awakened by the cries of distress of his wife and the discharge of the muskets of his enemies, who fired fourteen shots after him. He fortunately made his escape. The house was ransacked, and all movable property taken off. Other farms in the neighborhood were also searched, the families taken prisoners, and the houses burnt down. Upon the news of these events, Fred Degener and other fugitives concluded to fly to Mexico; more exiles joined them, and soon they had a company of sixty-eight men. But they travelled too slowly, and before daybreak one morning they were surprised by two hundred Texans. After a most determined resist ance, they were defeated, and only twelve of them, covered with wounds, made good their escape. All fugitives which afterward fell into the hands of the enemy were hung up. Among these sixty-eight men only five were Americans, the others all Germans. A few of the fugitives escaped across the Rio Grande; A PATRIOTIC PARSON.-A New-Hampshire paper treme hunger, sought protection among American famothers, wandering in the mountains and suffering expublishes a letter from Lieut. Col. Billings, Third New-ilies, but were handed over to their persecutors and Hampshire volunteers. This officer was formerly pas- shot or hung. tor of a Unitarian church in Concord, New-Hampshire, and first entered the service as chaplain. His former profession would seem to imply some Christian foundation of character and some of the sentiments and feel-country, makes the following notes: ings of a gentleman. Whether he is entitled to such a charitable constraction may be judged about by the following extract from his letter: To this news, Dr. Adolph Douai, a celebrated German traveller, who for many years had lived in that victims, which have been murdered so mercilessly, not "We know personally the most of these unfortunate because they rebelled against the government, but be "I was authorized to order the evacuation of St. rather fly to Mexico. These murdered Union men were cause they would not act against the Union, and would Simon's Island, Georgia, and took off ex-slaves, horses, some of the greatest benefactors of the State; they had cattle, rice, corn, etc., leaving nothing of value. The done the hardest pioneer work in it, cleared it froin the splendid mansion once occupied by that ex-U. S. Sen-wild beasts and Indians; they had saved it to civiliza ator and arch-rebel T. Butler King, is on this island, and we stripped it of every thing. I write this letter on his writing-desk, which, with his piano, were presented to me on my return."-N. Y. World, Jan. 22. MASSACRE OF THE GERMANS IN TEXAS. tion through more than one period of pestilence and famine; secured as borderers their present persecutors, the slaveholders, against the invasion of Indians, and done the best service as volunteers in the Mexican war and the wars on the frontier. They placed the arts and sciences in Texas as well as they could be found anywhere among the American Germans. They fur cotton without the least danger to health, and increas ed the riches of the country millions of dollars." The above related events are their reward for it. Hundreds who succeeded in making their escape rove about the woods, having lost every thing, some even their families. Hundreds are now chased like wild beasts through the wilderness of North-western Texas, and succumb because of the most horrid tortures, their fate never being known to their fellow-men.-St. Louis Republican, January 16. Translated from the Galveston Union, a German paper, estab-nished the proof that they could cultivate sugar and lished since the occupation of that place by the Union forces. Near the origin of the Grand Cape and Piedruales, on Johnston's Creek, several American and two German families settled but two years ago. Contending against the roughness of the soil and the wild Indians, they had no pleasant position, but they persevered, conscious of their courage and their intrepidity, and the lower settlements owed it to them that they had less to suffer from the raids of the Indians. These border inhabitants received but little news about the condition of the country and the events of the war. All at once they were notified to pay war taxes and to drill. The first demand they could not comply with, because they had no money, not even corn-meal for their families, and the last order they could not obey, because they lived so distant from each other and their absence would leave their families without protection. For these reasons they were considered Union men, and Captain Duff, a notorious rowdy, was sent against the settlers with a company of Texans. They asked the protection of their friends, but had to fly from the overpowering number of their enemies to the mountains. Many Germans and Americans were arrested and imprisoned in Fredericksburgh, and Captain Duff was reënforced by four hundred men to operate sucVOL. VI.-POETRY 4 PRICE AND HIS MISSOURIANS.-Of the ten thousand gallant fellows whom Gen. Price led from Missouri in April and May last, not more than two thousand five hundred were lately left survivors of the casualties of battles and camps fit for service.—Selma (Ala.) Sentinel, January 2. NATIONALS FRIGHTENED BY A ROOSTER.-One of the soldiers of General T. R. R. Cobb's brigade has a gamecock, which he had with him on the day of the battle of Fredericksburgh. By a trick, or signal, which they had taught him, the soldiers could make the cock crow whenever they chose. Upon each advance of the ene |