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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,
Slidell and Mason, Toombs and Benjamin,
Et id genus omne !-what reward

Were match to your immeasurable sin
Against your God and country? 'Twere as hard
To measure your offences, as it's been
To estimate the wretchedness abounding,
Since Mars his brazen trumpet has been sounding.

What demon could possess you to abandon

The Union-and your rights as Union men?
The Constitution was enough to stand on;
And on it were arrayed a host of men,
Prepared to lay a strong, suppressing hand on
The mad fanatics, who assailed you then.
But you in frenzy gave us battle's thunder-

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
Our glorious country! Lucifer once made
A similar but unprovoked endeavor!
But different his fate-perchance you know-
When he "seceded," they just let him go.

I know that Milton undertakes to prove,
(But probabilities a good deal straining,)
That Lucifer, on falling from above,

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,
And so in Heaven could no longer stay.
But war, I'm satisfied, he never made,

As Milton tells us. There was no display
Of spears and shields and other like “material,”
And loud explosions from the guns ethereal.

No! Milton's epic's very far from true-
(A stately story, but a sorry quiz,)
So, let the devil ever have his due,

And do not paint him blacker than he is.
For he to "set a squadron " never knew,
Nor ever heard a single bullet whiz.
No, he had failed to rule as he desired,
And (may be with compulsion) he retired.

It was in fact secession, and no less,
All quietly and peaceably out-acted.
The devil, jealous, was in some distress,
Because his plottings had been counteracted;
The rule of others only would oppress,

He said; and so to rule, himself, exacted;
But failing, took his leave, and sundry minions-
Dropping headlong into his own dominions.

And this was all. So Milton's solemn song
Belies the devil, (in angelic verse,)

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
Often, doubtless, doth bemoan it well.
He gave up heaven; that wildly he might revel
In all the dread magnificence of hell;
Where he's sole ruler, rising to the level

Of “recognized" confederacy, as they tell.
But would it not have been more wise and winning
For him, if he had kept from any sinning?

And so with you and yours. Oh! had you stood
For right and justice-but not separation!
Then had you seen how every neighborhood
Had echoed your demand for reparation.
Or had you made the sacrifice you should,

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
The war with Britain was a grievous wrong.
It touched her pocket; and she said, "twas fraught
With evil only." Then in protest strong,
She threatened to secede, unless 'twere brought
To prompt conclusions! She could get along,
An independent, pious, moral nation,
Just by herself, and work her own salvation.

She boasts, New-England does, of her capacity
For making money; and we grant the claim.
She grasps the profits with a rare sagacity,
That puts poor Western hoosiers all to shame.
(And some do even use the term rapacity,

In close connection, when they speak her name,)
For even War her pockets now is filling,
While Western men heroic blood are spilling.

She makes the guns, the powder, clothing, shoes,
And other articles an army needs:

She makes professions wondrously profuse
Of patriotism, though she rarely bleeds.
She knoweth well her vaunted skill to use

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.

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In several places there are "contrabands "'
In utter misery and destitution,
Poor Cuffee! he now understands

The blessings brought on him, by revolution.
And honest white men, in our own and other lands,
Lament his losses, when we lost the Constitution.
Adown in Cairo there are sorry sights-
Negroes more wretched, even, than poor whites!

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,
Have left descendants, who have haply caught
Some sparks of Christianity, beside
A race superior. And you would have sought
In vain, through all of earth's dominions wide,
For laboring people happier than they,
While meddling disturbers could be kept away.

It could not last. New-England's pseudo saints
Must rectify affairs to suit their notion.
They spurned all constitutional restraints
To aid the "fugitives" in locomotion.
They gave foundation to the South's complaints,
And thus arose this terrible commotion.
'Twas ignorance and madness that incited them,
And-God of Heaven! the upshot has delighted them.

For war, they say, is better than "aggression "
Of "slavery" upon the Northern rights!
And Pharisees in pulpit, make profession

Of Christian gifts-applauding deadly fights!
O'er battle-fields they gloat! the sad procession

Of killed and mangled are refreshing sights!
For vacant hearth-stones, ruin, desolation,
They say, are tokens of the land's salvation!

But what aggression ever yet was made
Upon a single Northern law or right?
Did Southern people ever yet invade

The soil of any State, for spoil or fight?
Did any John Brown, at his felon's trade,

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
Were taken in; enlarging thus the land

Against the Northern protest; did perplex us
With California, and some other slices
Of Mexico, against our sage advices."

Thus we have briefly told "what was the matter;"
Thus the "aggression" of the South we see!
But more than this, they even sought to scatter
Themselves o'er these new lands, as well as we;
And equal rights they claimed, while we did flatter
Ourselves we were superiors to be!

And this was all; no right they e'er denied us,
Except, that when we threatened, they defied 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?
Suppose the South a "higher law" thus claiming,
To wound the North, and all her sons defaming?

How long would Yankees bear such imposition?
O shades of Otis, Adams, Warren! Ye
Have left but craven sons, if such condition

Could e'er be theirs, and borne all patiently!
No! in their self-defence they'd take position,
Stand on their rights! and swear fidelity
To their own section; and defend it ever,
Even if the strife the Union should dissever!

For have not Yankees struggled for their right?
Ask Concord, Lexington, Ticonderoga!
Ask Bunker Hill, and many a lesser fight!
Ask old Burgoyne, him "bagged" at Saratoga!
Or ask the Indian files at night

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
Vaulting ambition doth o'erleap itsel',"

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And even New-England may see other days,
When ruined hopes another tale will tell.
"Curses come home to roost"-and wicked ways
Have retribution, when deserved so well.

She's gloating now o'er distant desolation,
But yet may sadly mourn a ruined nation.

She madly fanned the fires that glow in war,
She "bravoed" when a negro used his legs;
But blind in bigotry-the South to mar,

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-
In honest hearty curses on herself,
And those who led her on the laws to trample-
Laying her Sumners quict on the shelf!
For vain regrets her time will then be ample,
Her idle spindles gathering no pelf.
Inevitable fate! and then, when non est
Her profit, she'll in wrath, at least, be honest.

Pompeii sported-eating, drinking, making love, in
House, hall, or chamber, to the latest hour;
The baker, jocund, putting in his oven

The neatest little loaves of four ace flour;
And not a soul suspecting that above, in

Laden darkness came volcanic shower!
And yet it came! Vesuvius, 'midst the flashes
Of lurid gloom, sent up a world of ashes!

And so the world (except of ashes) ended

For proud old Pompeii and all her people.
They would no doubt have gallantly defended
Themselves, if possible; but 'neath a heap, all
Ash and cinders, they in vain contended

With fate-when ashes buried even the steeple.
Sad lot, Pompeii! was for you selected,
And came, besides, so very unexpected.

All hail, New-England! We have heard your cry
For Pompey, till the matter's rather stale;
And now 'tis time you'd think of Pompeii
And her distressing and suggestive tale.

A grand eruption may come, by and by,

Of Western passion, and it may not fail
To 'whelm your interests. So, do think again
Of Pompeii, or of the "cities of the plain."
Those "cities of the plain" went down in sorrow,
Because of sin and shame-perhaps you know;
But from their sorry fate can you not borrow

A hint to mend your ways, and better grow?
Suppose that you, like Sodom and Gomorrah,

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,
Mountain gap, and glen,

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
From a high mountain or the distant sea,
But swelling to a blast: "O human brothers!
Help up! We would be men; we would be free!"

On the broad page that bears the varied record
Of every man's experience, this is found;
That great accomplishments or sure successes,
Never yet have crowned
Him who has faltered in his own convictions;
Until, 'mid multitudinous convictions
By varying and opposing counsels tossed;

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
In thy hand a nation's wavering fate;
And be thou truest of the true, and boldest
Of the bold! We wait-

We wait, thy people, patient but expectant;
And the far nations, tip-toe, stand agape,
Whilst thou dost solve the problem of the present,
And giv'st the future certainty and shape!
KENTUCKY, December 27, 1862.
W. D. G.

OUR HEROES.

Ah! no, they have not passed away,
The glorious men of old,

Of lofty deeds, whose souls were cast
In virtue's sternest mould.

O patriot names! Brighter for such
Shines forth the storied past;

O loyal lives! in days of gloom
A beacon to the last.

Hear ye their call? Up! Save this Land!
Fulfil your mission high;

It stirs each true heroic heart,

That thrilling battle-cry.

They come! they come! O waiting souls!
They gather in their might;

Their hearts are leal, their swords are true,
They battle for the right.

Thank God, my country, for the brave,
The wise, the eloquent;

Their noblest thoughts are given to thee,
And on thy future bent.

They fight and bleed and die

On hill-side, plain, and sea,

That the old flag cleansed from every stain
May yet float fair and free!

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;
The cold winter winds howling carelessly by
The cottage where sat Kitty Gray and her mother-
Poor Kitty looked sad, with a tear in her eye.

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

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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

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The goddess of Liberty's turned to a nigger,
An' ould Father Abram's forgotten the laws!"
HERMITAGE, January 8, 1863.

-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.

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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

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