FOREVER AND FOREVER. BY GEORGE W. BUNGAY. For others' weal let good men labor, Aid him in every true endeavor And should thy feeble brother stumble, Heed not the color of his skin; As stars shine, quenched by midnight never, So souls that God has lit within Will shine forever and forever. Break not the heart that's almost broken, That mortal man cannot dissever; And last forever and forever. We shall behold the blessed dawning Of cloudless sun and freedom's song. COME LIST, MY BOYS, ENLIST. Hurrah! the boys are moving-the fife and drum speak war; A Quaker's son is captain, and numbers up his score, And harvest past, right well we know, he'll drill his eighty more. For it must be done, the people say; The fields stand rough in stubble, the wheat is under Your comrades fight, and cowards you if you shall stand aloof. For it must be done, the people say, etc. Up, change the rake for rifle-the companies recruit; Come, out with arms all brawn, and learn the secret how to shoot; Your sisters, in the cider-time, will gather in the fruit. For it must be done, the people say, etc. Good tidings for the telegraph, swift let the message Hurrah! hurrah! old farmer, shout from your brown-But as she listens, silently she girts tanned throat; Pish! for each home-found man, to-day, who wears moustache or goat; For every male who well might go, but stays, a petticoat. For it must be done, the people say, etc. Hurrah! hurrah! old farmer's wife, you'll see the whole thing done; The maidens will be weaving it-you'll see the worsted spun; The coward's be the petticoat-but it will not be your JANUARY FIRST, EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE. Stand like an anvil, when 'tis beaten With the full vigor of the smith's right arm! Stand like the noble oak-tree, when 'tis eaten By the Saperda and his ravenous swarm! Stand like the firmament, upholden By an invisible but Almighty hand! Unshaken, unseduced, unawed shall stand. Stand like the rock that looks defiant Far o'er the surging seas that lash its form! Composed, determined, watchful, self-reliant, Be master of thyself, and rule the storm! And thou shalt soon behold the bow of peace Span the broad heavens, and the wild tumult cease; And see the billows, with the clouds that meet, Subdued and calm, come crouching to thy feet. KENTUCKY, December, 1862. W. D. GALLagher. OUR WOUNDED. BY C. K. TUCKERMAN. As loftier rise the ocean's heaving crests, Deep writ in freedom's blood-red mystery. What though your fate sharp agony reveals! What though the mark of brothers' blows you bear! The breath of your oppression upward steals, Like incense from crushed spices into air. Freedom lies listening, nor as yet averts The battle horrors of these months' slow length; More close, more firm, the armor of her strength. Then deem them not as lost, these bitter days, It is the glory that your country bore, Which your true hearts are yearning still to save. Despair not it is written, though the eye, THE DRUMMER-BOY OF TENNESSEE. And those to higher honors born There came, a captain brave to seek, Deep in her mourning clad, By loss made sad, and journeying weak, And they had come from Tennessee, But, penniless and widowed, Her husband's life nor gold; Both kindliness and doubt; "For, captain, I can drum! "Well, call the fifer !-bring the drum, "Oh! bring him back," her quick reply, 'Twas many a weary march was made, Across each swollen stream This "drummer-boy" from Tennessee, But came the battle-shock, and doom Upon the valley sod he lay Beside a lifeless foe, The encamping angel beckoning MINNIE HART. INCIDENTS OF VICKSBURGH, MISS. JOHNSON'S PLANTATION, NEAR VICKSBURGH, I have given you an account of the action which occurred on the twenty-ninth day of December, and of its results. But two divisions-those of Morgan's and Steele's were generally and closely engaged. A portion of Smith's division made some advance under a terrible fire, in which the gallant Sixth Missouri were most actively engaged. This regiment crossed the levee, which had been occupied by the enemy as an earthwork, and was still, after being crossed, commanded by the enemy's cannon. It however, led to an advance upon Smith's line, but without any positive advantage to us. From certain points on the new line thus made, Vicksburgh could be seen. The movements of the rebel troops in the city, and some portions of Vicksburgh, were clearly and fairly in view. It was tempting to look straight in upon the beleaguered city, and still know that its occupation was improbable, if not impossible. But so it was, and our troops lay down upon their arms on the night of the twenty-ninth with anxious hearts and high hopes that something might occur to make it practicable. The night of the twenty-ninth passed and the morning dawned without any new development being made, except that the enemy assumed a threatening position with their artillery. It was evidently his intention to shell our camp. It having rained incessantly during the night, and our men having been exposed to it all, it was deemed advisable to place our troops in such a position that they would not be exposed to the enemy's cannon, and where they could examine their ammunition and clean their rusted arms, preparatory to further operations. In the mean time, our front was to be held firmly, and heavier artillery was to be placed in position behind earth-works. The threatening preparations in front deterred the enemy from shelling the camps, and put him on his guard, for offensive operations on our part. Wednesday was occupied by both armies in the presence of each other, throwing up new works, digging new pits, preparing for operations offensive and defensive. During the afternoon of Tuesday the cries of our wounded could be heard, and an impromptu effort was made to recover them by a flag of truce. Being irregular, and perhaps not authorized, and occasional skirmishes still going on, the flag was fired on by the enemy. The wounded and dead of Thayer's and Blair's brigades had to lie there and await the tedious process of official communication. This is one of the most horrible pictures which a battle-field presents, but frequently is unavoidable. It seems to have been so in this instance. While a tear here and there was dropped for the dying and the dead, still the great purpose of the expedition were not accomplished, and generally our army looked forward to watch future movements. Wednesday morning came and still no change from Tuesday. The front was kept up by Smith's and Morgan's divisions, while Steele's division lay along Chickasaw Bayou, ready to meet the enemy if they should make a deployment in that direction. Every thing was quiet on the line, and this being a favorable opportunity, a flag of truce was sent to the enemy for the purpose of recovering and attending to our dead and wounded. The flag was duly recognized, the message was received and was answered, allowing us four hours to bury our dead. The cessation of hostilities consequent to the removal of our dead and wounded, gave the sharp-shooters and pickets an opportunity to converse with each other. The conversation was opened by our pickets, by asking: "How far it was to Vicksburgh ?" Rebel Picket-" So far that you'll never git thar.” Federal-"How many men you got?" Rebel-"Enough to clean you out." One rebel, who seemed to be somewhat of a stumper, said that "Banks had been whipped out at Port Hudson; that Memphis had been retaken, and that the Yankees would not take Vicksburgh till hell froze over." A thousand questions were asked, and all answered in the same defiant way. While this interesting parley was going on, the wounded and dead were removed. In a very short time the field was cleared, and every thing was again quiet on the lines. The camps were soon astir again; orderlies and aids were galloping to and from the various division and brigade headquarters; of course it could be interpreted to mean nothing else than further orders. The critical and trying position of our army lent an additional interest to orders. They were important, for Steele's division was ordered to make a night assault on Haines's Bluff, while the other division commanders were to hold their fronts firm and advance, if they could, while Steele was storming the enemy's works at Haines's Bluff. The movement preparatory to this was, for Steele to mask his division from the enemy's look-outs by marching down Chickasaw bayou to the river, put his troops on board the transports and steam quietly up the Yazoo, and before daylight debark his troops under the enemy's guns at Haines's Bluff. In this matter the gunboat and mortar fleets were to play an important part. The river was lined with torpedoes, and it was necessary to clear it out before the transports could go up. This being accomplished, they were to take a position further up the river from the point of debarkation, and engage the batteries, while the troops should advance to the Bluffs. During the day, the boilers of the steamboats designated for the hazardous business were protected by bales of hay and otherwise. Pilots and river men were shaky, and anxiously inquired what it meant. No information was imparted, as the whole plan was to be kept strictly secret. When night came, Steele's division marched noiselessly down the bayou, and embarked on the transports as quietly as possible. The men were instructed to be as quiet as possible on the boats. From the orders given out, they gathered that something perilous was on hand, and seemed to be impressed with the danger they had soon to encounter. So Steele's division lay down to sleep at nine o'clock that night expecting to awake to the performance of a sanguinary duty. During the night the fleet made a reconnoissance up the river; they attempted to work at the torpedoes, but the fog was so heavy that they could not accomplish any thing. It was also discovered that several pilots had deserted to the enemy, who would probably inform the enemy of the plan in time for him to thwart it. These and other reasons thus delayed the execution of this perilous undertaking—a plan which, if successful, would have been one of the most brilliant and daring exploits of the present war. General Thayer, while leading his column up the hill where the enemy had dug rifle-pits and thrown up earth-works, lost his sword. There was a fence halfway up the hill, and near the second line of works, which it was necessary for his troops to climb over. The General sheathed his sword for the purpose, and in climbing over the fence, the lower part of it was caught, which reversed the scabbard, and the sword noiselessly slipped out. He started back after other regiments in his brigade, and not having occasion to use it, he did not miss it until after the enemy had possession of the field. He regretted it very much, as it was presented to him for distinguished services in the Indian war which occurred some years ago on the frontier. Whilst our dead were being taken off the field under the flag of truce, a soldier of the Fourth Iowa discovered it, and slipped it on the platter which was being used to convey a wounded man off the field. It was restored to the General. The casualties are not as great as at first supposed. The number will not reach one thousand killed, wounded, and missing. The Fourth Iowa, in Thayer's brigade, and Thirteenth Illinois, in Blair's brigade, suffered most. In these two regiments the killed and wounded amount to near three hundred. The Fifty-eighth Ohio is said to have suffered considerably. Colonel Dresler, one of the best officers in the service, is numbered among the killed. Colonel Wyman, Thirteenth Illinois, was mortally wounded in the action of the twenty-eighth, and has since died. General Morgan L. Smith was wounded on the same day, but not seriously. He is recovering, and will be able to return to his command in a few days. We are not in Vicksburgh yet. A change has been made in the programme. Instead of storming this formidable citadel of rebeldom, we go North. General McClernand has arrived and supersedes Sherman. Such are the mutations of military operations, that correspondents can't help but be mistaken. The army is in excellent spirits. "Push forward the columns." AKSARBEN. A THRILLING INCIDENT.-A. Z. Reeve, of the Iowa army, gives the following thrilling incident in a letter to his brother: GERMANTOWN, TENN., March 12, 1863. We have been here about six weeks, protecting the railroad. Colonel Richardson, a rebel guerrilla, has been hovering in the vicinity for some time, capturing forage parties and tearing up the road whenever op portunity offered. When pursued, he retreats to the swamps, and his command, dispersing in small squads, generally evade all attempts to discover them. To make the matter worse, they frequently dress in Federal uniform. On the morning of the ninth of this month, our regiment and the Fourth Illinois cavalry started out with a guide for the retreat of the guerrillas. Before we reached the rebel camp, the Sixth Illinois cavalry, with flying artillery attached, attacked the rebels from the opposite side, killed twenty-five of them, took some prisoners, and burned the camp and garrison equipage. In their headlong stampede, the rebels came well-nigh running into our hands. While in hot pursuit, we came to the residence of one Robert C. Forbes, who, intrenching himself in the house, commenced firing on our flankers as they approached. The flankers then charged on the house, effected an entrance, and discovered that Forbes had taken shelter in an upper chamber. The desperate man was called upon to surrender, but refused. He had already killed one member of the Fourth Illinois cavalry, and had wounded another. He also had received a wound in the right arm, which disabled him to such an extent that he could not load his gun. His wound was received by a shot fired up through the floor. Still the desperate man refused to yield. As a last resort the house was set on fire. This compelled the man to come down, but he still obstinately refused to surrender. He was immediately surrounded by the exasperated soldiers, who refrained from shooting him on account of the certainty of shooting their comrades. Meanwhile the old man clubbed his gun, and although his arm was badly lacerated and bleeding, he ferociously kept the soldiers at bay. At length one of the officers ordered the soldiers opposite to him to get away, and give him a chance "to shoot the old secession scoundrel !" At these words the gun dropped from the old man's hands, and he earnestly inquired: "Is it possible? Have I been fighting Union soldiers all this time?" "Of course, we are Union men," replied the officer. "My God! why didn't I know this before?" said the old man in a voice of agony; "I am a Union man, too. I thought I was fighting Richardson's guerrillas!" The soldiers did not believe him at first, but in brief time he proved to them beyond all dispute that there was no counterfeit Unionism about him. He had been an incorruptible patriot during the war. At the outbreak of the rebellion, he had been arrested by confederate authority and placed in chains. His crime consisted in telling the rebels that they were traitors and deserved hanging. When General Hurlburt passed through this part of the country, the old man joined him, but came back occasionally to see his family. He was on a brief furlough from the Federal army when the raid was made on his house. Richardson had sworn vengeance against him, and he had resolved never to be taken alive. Owing to the fact that the guerrillas were in the habit of prowling about in Federal uniform, the old man was led to mistake our soldiers for rebels. The explanation came too late to save the house. It was consumed with all its contents. There was not a quilt left to defend the mother and children from the cold. They had fled from the burning building just in time to save their lives. It was a sad spectacle. The old man begged to be taken along with us. He told his wife to get to the Federal lines as soon as possible. A braver and a truer man to his country does not exist than Robert C. Forbes. I gave the mother and children ten dollars in greenbacks and my blankets. The other soldiers contributed to relieve the distresses of the family. Many sympathizing tears were shed by us all. I have not witnessed a scene so affecting since my enlistment.-Iowa State Register. A NEW CASSABIANCA.-A correspondent, giving an account, by a rebel prisoner who participated in the affair, of the capture of the Harriet Lane, at Galveston, Texas, relates the following remarkable incident: GENERAL BUTLER.--Theodore Winthrop, whom the country only began to appreciate when she had lost him, in a paper describing one of the early scenes of the war, says: "The army of the United States at this time consisted of six thousand men. Three thousand were" - certain specified regiments. "The other three thousand were -- General Butler."-Boston Ad vertiser. Almost the first men struck down were the gallant Captain Wainwright and Lieut. Lee, who both fought, the prisoner says, with a desperation and valor that no mortal could surpass. He saw them bleeding and prostrate upon the deck, still dealing death among their enemies. One young son of Captain Wainwright -only ten years old, just think of it!-stood at the I cabin door, a revolver in each hand, and never ceased firing until he had expended every shot. One of his poor little hands was disabled by a ball, shattering his four fingers, and then his infantile soul gave way; he burst into tears, and cried: "Do you want to kill me?" Darling young hero-may his country never forget him! Where is the Hemans to wed his name to immortal verse, like another Cassabianca? Philanthropists, whose hearts are yearning for something to love, here is a noble orphan boy on whom to lavish your care. He is now a prisoner in the hands of the enemy. Me sub areta vite bibentem. HORACE: Ode XXXVIII. HEADQUARTERS TULLAHOMA, February 14, 1863. hate, my boy Wheeler, old Abe's apparatus, Of hemp garlands twisted to choke our afflatus. Cease to rove where that Stanley the devil is playing, Nor scout near the spot where "Old Rosy" is staying. Fort Donelson's sold to Uncle Sam, For "bloodhounds" can't butt with a Federal ram. My sedulous care is to make my escape And drink myself tight with a "little more grape." You're rather Lowe-flung, and have shown the white And I'm nearly played out — A ROMANCE OF THE WAR.-The Hartford Evening Press narrates the following curious incident, which it has from an officer in the Twentieth Connecticut regi-a ment: "When the regiment first marched towards Dumfries, in December, it halted for two or three hours close by a farmhouse, three miles south of the Occoquan River. Corporal Halsey J. Tibbals, of company D, a member of the color-guard, while gratifying his propensity for sight-seeing, with the rest, discovered what seemed to him familiar localities. He remembered that he was born in Virginia, and lived there till the age of eight years, but had not any definite idea of the precise locality. He was soon satisfied, however, that he had found his birthplace, and pointed out the grave of his grandfather, and the path leading to the spring which supplied the household with water. Inquiry of the occupants of the house corroborated his convictions, and brought out the fact that he was the sole surviving heir to the property, which still goes by the name of 'The Tibbals Farm.' The property consists of over three hundred acres, and in New-England would make a man independent, but Mr. Tibbals declines to prosecute his claim, as he has a poor estimate of Southern property since the rebellion. He is also the rightful owner of one thousand acres of land in Texas, which fell to him by the death of a relative." A FEDERAL Scout named W. J. Murray went on horseback from New-Orleans to Baton Rouge, to ascertain the condition of the telegraph line, which has been destroyed by the rebels. He rode forty miles through the enemy's country, which was infested with roving bands of guerrillas, but met with no opposition, and returned to New-Orleans with safety.-Louisville Journal. rag, Your old friend, BRAXTON BRAGG. ROMANCE OF THE CAMP.-The Louisville Journal tells the following singular story: A few weeks since Captain, accompanied by a young soldier, apparently about seventeen years of age, arrived in this city in charge of some rebel prisoners. During their stay in the city the young soldier alluded to had occasion to visit headquarters, and at once attracted the attention of Colonel Mundy by being exceedingly sprightly and possessed of more than ordinary intelligence. Being in need of such a young man at Barracks No. 1, the Colonel detailed him for service in that institution. He soon won the esteem of his superior officers and became a general favorite with all connected with the Barracks. A few days ago, however, the startling secret was disclosed that the supposed young man was a young lady, and the fact was established beyond doubt by a soldier who was raised in the same town with her and knew her parents. She " acknowledged the corn," and begged to be retained in the position to which she was assigned; having been in the service ten months, she desired to serve during the war. Her wish was accordingly granted, and she is still at her post. We learned the facts above stated yesterday, and took occasion to visit the barracks, and was introduced to "Frank Martin," (her assumed name,) and gleaned the following incidents connected with her extraordinary career during the past ten months: Frank was born near Bristol, Pa., and her parents now reside in Alleghany City, Pa., where she was raised. They are highly respectable people, and in very good circumstances. She was sent to the convent in Wheeling, Va., at twelve years of age, where she remained until the breaking out of the war, having acquired a superior education, and all the accomplishments of modern usage. She visited home after leaving the convent, and after taking leave of her par |