ents, proceeded to this city in July last, with the design of enlisting in the Second East-Tennessee cavalry, which she accomplished, and accompanied the army of the Cumberland to Nashville. She was in the thickest of the fight at Murfreesboro, and was severely wounded in the shoulder, but fought gallantly, and waded Stone River into Murfreesboro on the memorable Sunday on which our forces were driven back. She had her wound dressed, and her sex was disclosed, and General Rosecrans made acquainted with the fact. She was accordingly mustered out of service, notwithstanding her earnest entreaty to be allowed to serve the cause she loved so well. The General was very favorably impressed with her daring bravery, and superintended the arrangements for her safe transmission to her parents. She left the army of the Cumberland resolved to enlist again in the first regiment she met. When she arrived at Bowling Green she found the Eighth Michigan there, and enlisted, since which time she has been and is now connected with it. She is represented as an excellent horseman, and has been honored with the position of regimental bugler in the regiment. She has seen and endured all the privations and hardships incident to the life of the soldier, and gained an enviable reputation as a scout, having made several wonderful expeditions which were attended with signal success. Frank is only eighteen years of age, quite small, and a beautiful figure. She has auburn hair, which she wears quite short, and large blue eyes, beaming with brightness and intelligence. Her complexion is naturally very fair, though slightly bronzed at present from the effects of exposure. She is exceedingly pretty, and very amiable. Her conversation denotes more than ordinary accomplishment, and, what is stranger than all, she appears very refined in her manners, giving no evidence whatever of the rudeness which might naturally be expected from her late associations. Frank informs us that she has discovered a great many females in the army, and is now intimately acquainted with a young lady who is a lieutenant in the army. She has assisted in burying three female soldiers at different times, whose sex were unknown to any but herself. Since she has been in the city she formed the acquaintance of a young lady, who has taken quite a fancy to her, supposing her to be a handsome young We pressed (we should say urged) her for her real name, but she very respectfully declined giving it. She is very patriotic, and expresses a determination "to see the war out, come what will." man. NEWBERN, N. C., January 20.-After the recent battle at Kinston, our forces buried their dead decently and in order. On the first instant, a flag of truce left this city for that place, for the purpose of disinterring some of the bodies, and sending them home. Imagine their feelings, on opening the graves, to find that the chivalry of rebeldom had previously opened them, stripped the bodies of every vestige of clothing, and tumbled them back into their resting-places, without any regard to Christian burial, but simply as they would roll the body of a dead animal in a pit. The hearts of men, who would treat the dead bodies of their enemies in this manner, must be indeed callous, and hardened to every fine feeling pertaining to man.-Newbern Progress, January 21. AN UNCONSCIOUS HERO.-The notice, by the dailies, that Gen. Hooker desired to appoint George W. Smal ley, of the Tribune, on his staff, as an acknowledg ment of the great merit of his report of the battle Antietam, reminds us of a personal interview we had with General Hooker, which, in justice to Hooker and to Mr. Smalley, we feel it to be our duty to recite. The General was laid up with his wound, but on the occasion referred to, he was well enough to be bolstered in a chair, and was engaged in writing a letter. Our conversation soon turned to the battle of Antietam, when he referred, with considerable enthusiasm, to what he characterized as the wonderful account of the battle given by the reporter for the Tribune. "It was," said he, "a perfect reproduction of the scene and all its incidents; and it is a marvel to me how you writers can perform such tasks." I asked the General if he knew who the reporter of the Tribune was. "I saw him first upon the battle-field," was his reply. "I first noticed him when we were in the hottest portion of the fight, early in the morning. My attention was then attracted to a civilian, who sat upon his horse, in advance of my whole staff; and though he was in the hottest of the fire, and the shot and shell were striking and sputtering around us like so much hail, he sat gazing on the strife as steady and as undisturbed as if he were in a quiet theatre, looking at a scene upon the stage. In all the experience which I have had of war, I never saw the most experienced and veteran soldier exhibit more tranquil fortitude and unshaken valor than was exhibited by that young man. I was concerned at the needless risk which he invited, and told one of my aids to order him in our rear. Presently, all my aids had left me, on one service and another; whereupon, turning to give an order, I found no one but this young stranger at my side. I then asked him if he would oblige me by bearing a despatch to Gen. McClellan, and by acting as my aid, until some of my staff should come up. He rode off with alacrity, through a most exposed position, returned with the answer, and served me as an aid through the remain der of the fight, till I was carried from the ground." "And his name, General ?" "He was a young man, recently from college, named George W. Smalley, and I am writing to him now!" Those who know the noble nature of Gen. Hooker, will therefore wonder but little that one of his first acts, when placed in chief command of the army of the Potomac, was to ask to have George W. Smalley placed upon his staff. The writer of this has never seen George W. Smalley, but he deems it a simple act of justice to relate this interview.-Wilkes' Spirit of the Times. PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S LAST.-The President looks haggard and careworn-who wonders at it?—yet he preserves his good nature, and some new story or bon uttered on Saturday, at the public reception, when a mot from him is always in circulation. The last was Western paymaster, in full major's attire, was introduced, and said: "Being here, Mr. Lincoln, I thought I'd call and pay my respects." "From the complaints of the soldiers," responded the President, "I guess that's about all any of you do pay."-Washington Correspondent Boston Journal. INTERVIEW WITH STONEWALL JACKSON. CAMP PAROLE, ANNAPOLIS, MD., January 6, 1863. DEAR SIR: I will attempt, in accordance with your request, to give you an account of my interview with Stonewall Jackson, while a prisoner at his camp, and of my sojourn at Libby Prison in Richmond. A few days after my capture, I was sent to Jackson's camp, Nineveh, Warren County, Va. I reached there Tuesday, November eleventh, in company with four others. Gen. Jackson came out of his tent just as we were leaving for the guard-house, (an old church near by,) and desired us to wait a few minutes, as he would like to ask us a few questions. "When were you taken ?" he inquired. "November seventh," I replied. "Have you any New-York papers with you?" he asked. I replied that we had not, but told him I had read the Herald of the fifth, which had reached camp on the day of my capture. "Ah! did you?" said he. "I wanted to inquire about the recent elections. Do you know what majority Seymour received?" "Between ten and fifteen thousand," I replied. "Do you know how many Congressmen the Democrats elected in the State ?" I answered that it was believed they had elected nineteen out of the thirty-one. "Were the Woods both elected ?" I answered that they were, and that all of the city and river districts were claimed as Democratic. "Good!" he replied. "New-York City will have more to say in the next session of Congress than all the rest of the State." "Their constituents would hardly feel flattered to hear you," I said. "Any man who sincerely desires peace," he said, "should certainly rejoice at their election. If you had such men in power at Washington, to-day, there would be no more bloodshed, and we could easily come to an honorable settlement." to leave, he asked if any of us had any "green-backs" we would like to exchange for confederate paper! We remained there two days, with the "Jackson foot cavalry," a brigade of Irish soldiers. Those with whom I conversed, said they would give almost any thing to be back at the North, but as they were in Virginia when the war broke out, there was nothing else to do but join the army. We were paraded on the thirteenth, and the next morning started for Winchester. From there, we walked to Staunton, in five days, a distance of ninetytwo miles, and thence by cars to Richmond and Libby Prison. As we were paroled, we had more liberty than the rest of the party. (There were eighty-four of us, and only five paroled.) Instead of staying with the rest nights, we would put up at hotels, and report to the Provost in the morning, and join our party. Two or three times we staid over a day or two, and went on with the next lot. At one place, which it would be unwise to mention, we found some negroes who asked us if we were Yankees. On assuring them we were, and speaking a few kind words, they asked us to follow them, at a distance, to a room of theirs. We had not been there long, before several joined them, each speaking some word through the key-hole, without which they would get no reply from those within. They asked us innumerable questions about the North, the Administration, and the prospects of the war, which we answered to the best of our knowledge. They told us that they were organized into secret societies throughout the South, and were patiently waiting for an "opportunity" to render the President's expected Proclamation of Freedom their aid. Several present were men whom their masters trusted in important transactions, and many assured me that their masters could hardly be convinced that they would do aught against the "institution," but placed the most implicit confi"But they all claimed to be War Democrats," I con- dence in them. They appeared to be well posted in tinued, "and in favor of a more 'vigorous prosecu- public affairs, and confident that the "Confederacy" tion of the war.' Was that a mere political dodge? was on its last legs, as they said the people everyYour soldiers would hardly cheer the announcement where were grumbling, and complaining of hard times, of the election of War Democrats, I should think." and praying for peace. One compared the "Confed"Oh! no!" he replied. "They are in favor of pros-eracy" to a closet-door in the room, which hung on ecuting the war with more vigor. They think that if we are to be conquered, it should be done at once, before spring. If we are not subjugated by that time, they will demand a peace, and force your Government to stop the war. We know we can hold out, and when the next Congress meets, they will all be found to be peace men, and willing to recognize our independence, in preference to a bloody and endless war. When once convinced that they cannot conquer us by merely gaining one or two battles, they will cease to be War Democrats. It is because we know them to be more reasonable than the Republicans, that my men cheered the news of Seymour's election. But what other news was there ?" I did not dispute that, nor ask him what he would call an honorable settlement. Desiring to continue the conversation, I agreed with him. "New-Jersey," I answered, "has gone strongly Democratic, and the party has gained in Ohio." "Yes," said the General. "I heard that they had carried Ohio. Did you notice whether Vallandigham was reëlected or not?" "He was defeated," I`answered; "but another friend of yours in the West, was returned." "Who was it?" he inquired. "Voorhees!" "A good Democrat," he said. "Vallandigham was too outspoken at first; he would have been reëlected if he had been more moderate." The General was here interrupted, and as he turned only one hinge, and that cracked! In Libby, we were placed in a large room, about one hundred and twenty-five by fifty feet. The room was entirely destitute of every thing, save one bench capable of holding five. We had one hundred and fortyfive in the room, and not twenty-five had blankets. The windows were all open, not one pane of glass being left. We had a fire-place at one end of the room, but the fortunate few who got around it, would shut off the heat from reaching the unlucky mortals outside the ring. I remained there twelve days, and at no time did I get more than two hours' sleep, but I would wake up shivering, and walk the floor to get warm. Every crack in the floor appeared to be swarming with vermin, and none of us could say we were free from them. We had two meals a day-at eight A.M., and five P.M.; at each meal, a half loaf of bread and a cup of weak soup, and meat twice a week. But few had cups, and those who had none, had to go without the pleasure of drinking cold soup, which had never heard of such an article as salt. On leaving the prison, those who had blankets were obliged to leave them, but all were glad to leave at any cost. When next I meet them, I hope it will be with rifle in hand, and with a victorious army. I remain, yours truly, D. D. L. -N. Y. Tribune. DEDICATED WITH RESPECT AND ADMIRATION TO MAJORGENERAL EARL VAN DORN. For sixty days and upwards A storm of shell and shot Rained round as in a flaming shower, But still we faltered not! "If the noble city perish," Our grand young leader said, "Let the only walls the foe shall scale For sixty days and upwards The eye of heaven waxed dim, And even throughout God's holy morn, As if the fiends of air There was wailing in the houses, There was trembling on the marts, And the little children gamboled- Just for a wondering moment, As the huge bombs whirled and blazed! Then turning with silvery laughter To the sports which children love, Yet the hailing bolts fell faster Grew the conflict's wild eclipse, But the unseen hands of angels In the houses ceased the wailing, And through the war-scarred marts COLUMBIA, S. C., August 6, 1862. "THE YANKEE DEVIL." BY W. P. RIVERS. The Nondescript, or "Yankee Devil," for clearing the harbor, was washed ashore on yesterday at Morris Island, and is now in our possession. It is described as an old scow-like vessel, painted red, with a long protruding beak, and jutting iron prongs, and claws, intended for the removal of torpedoes. It was attached to the Passaic, and managed by her during the engagement.-Charleston Courier. The enemy are waiting for a new machine, ("Devil,") to remove the torpedoes in the harbor, and to have every thing in readiness before the attack.-Intelligencer. Hurrah, hurrah, good news and true, He's caught, he's dead, and met his fate Hurrah, hurrah, let Dixie cheer! What may not Charleston do! The blackest, bluest from below, The prince of all is he, Who leads the Yankees where they go, On land, or on the sea. It has been stated by one professing to have witnessed the fact, that some weeks after the beginning of this terrific bombardment, not only were ladies seen coolly walking the streets, but that in some parts of the town children were observed at play, only interrupting their sports to gaze and listen at the bursting shells. The news is true, all doubt dispel, On South-Carolina's beach he lies, His majesty ashore! Ah! well we know that devil dies Who enters at that door. His name and hue, and shape and size, Identify the beast; 'Tis he the father of all lies, Of devils not the least. Scow-like, across the deep he came, Blood-red his iron sides; With beak, and claws, and fins of flame Like serpents which Minerva sent But Neptune ne'er decreed the fate To gratify the Yankees' hate On Charleston's dearer ones. They'll never bear one fatal hour, The Northern serpent's coil, Nor feel the Yankee devil's power Who come to crush and spoil. The "Nondescript," name chosen well; A fiend, a ghoul, a spirit fell! Foul, artful, bloody, false, insane, This Northern ghote* of sin; The heathen hells could ne'er contain But now, hurrah, the devil's dead! High, dry upon the shore! Rebellion still may rear its head, The war will soon be o'er. Hold, not so fast, abate your cheer, Alas! when will this warfare end? -Atlanta Intelligencer, April 16. GENERAL ROSECRANS indulges occasionally in a witticism. The Nashville Despatch says that a lady called upon him for the purpose of procuring a pass, which was declined very politely. Tears came to the lady's eyes as she remarked that her uncle was very ill, and might not recover. "Very sorry, indeed, madam," replied the General. 'My uncle has been indisposed for some time. As soon as Uncle Sam recovers a little, you shall have a pass to go where you please." * Ghote an imaginary evil being among Eastern nations. REBEL WRITERS IN LONDON.-The Mobile Register publishes a private letter from London which states that the editorial sanctum of The Index has become the focus and rendezvous of Southerners in London. It is a seminary of Southern intelligence, and a school of Southern writers, not for its own columns, but for the other London papers. J. B. Hopkins and Percy Gregg, both Englishmen, both writers for The Index, are mentioned as doing valuable service for the South. Gregg is also one of the principal leader writers for The Saturday Review, the leading London weekly, for which he writes Southern articles. He is also an editorial contributor to The Morning Herald, and Standard, both of which papers, says the writer, are in effect daily Southern organs. The financial writer for The Index is Mr. George McHenry, an ardent Southerner, though born in Philadelphia. This gentleman also does yeoman's service to the Southern cause in The Times. LEAVING NEW-ENGLAND OUT.-The Chicago Times having proposed to enter upon the discussion of the question whether it would not be best to have a Union leaving New-England out, the Louisville Journal asks: "Wouldn't that question have been an interesting one in the revolutionary war? How would the proposition have sounded to exclude New-England privateers and New-England sailors and New-England soldiers from the last war with Great Britain ?" A NOBLE WOMAN.-Morgan Barclay, son of Dr. J. B. Barclay, of Brownsville, Fayette County, a member of company G, Eighth regiment Pennsylvania Reserves, was killed by a ball through the heart, in one of the late series of battles before Richmond. On receiving the sad tidings of his death, and learning that he died as only die the gallant and the brave, fighting for his country, the noble mother exclaimed, "It is well, and I only regret that I have not another to send in his place"-a sentiment worthy of the matron of the best days of Sparta and of Rome. FEMALE PATRIOTISM.-The Montgomery (Ala.) Mail gives some interesting instances of female patriotism in the county of Butler, Alabama, which we know all our readers will receive with applause. The first is that of Miss A. Dunham, who, finding that she could not buy shoes, with her own hands tanned skins and made shoes for her mother, three brothers, decrepit father and herself. The other is that of Miss E. Fickling, a girl of nine years of age, who spun a most beautiful article of fine cotton sewing-thread, upon a common spinningwheel.-Charleston Mercury, November 4. A NOVEL PUNISHMENT.-A somewhat amusing occurrence took place at Port Republic, Va. One of the men connected with Rigby's battery had stolen an old yellow dress, a scarf, and a small piece of new carpet. The act coming to General Milroy's notice, he sent at once for the man, and having ascertained that there could be no mistake concerning his guilt, he at once concluded he would let him cultivate a still more familiar acquaintance with a female apparel, and accordingly ordered the old dress put on the offender, the scarf tied about his neck, and the carpeting carefully laid across his arm. Thus equipped and prepared for creating a sensation, he was ordered to be marched through the camp. The mortification of the man was complete. No more delaine dresses were stolen in his command, and the effect was most wholesome. A SOLDIER in the field sends the following appeal to the boys to volunteer: I've left my home and all my friends, But now old Jeff is doomed to fall, ATLANTA, GA., October 30, 1862.-Our sanctum was honored yesterday with the presence of Colonel Durant da Ponte, the accomplished chief editor, in past days, of that able journal, the New-Orleans Delta, but who is now on the military staff of General Magruder, and en route for that General's command in Texas and NewMexico. When New-Orleans fell, Col. da Ponte abandoned the pen for the sword, and has done gallant service for the South with the latter, as he did with the former, when at the head of that popular journal.-Atlanta Intelligencer. EXECUTIONS BY THE REBELS.-The Rebel Banner, of the twenty-seventh December, 1862, has the following in a letter from Murfreesboro : "Yesterday the sentences of court-martial were executed upon several persons in the vicinity of this place. Gray, resident of this county, was hung as a spy in presence of an immense throng of soldiers and citizens. Proof of guilt was very comprehensive and conclusive. He had been for several months acting in concert with the enemy, and giving them aid and comfort. The gallows was erected near the railroad dépôt, whither at noon the condemned man was conveyed. He appeared quite unconcerned, and his forbidding features did not display any particular interest in the dread tragedy about to be enacted. Just after the noose had been adjusted about the prisoner's neck, and as Captain Peters was about reading the sentence, Gray leaped from the platform, thus launching himself into eternity. He struggled severely for several minutes, and then expired. He "At the same hour, amidst a drenching rain-storm, Asa Lewis, member of Captain Page's company, Sixth Kentucky regiment, was shot by a file of men. was executed upon a charge of desertion, which was fully proven against him. The scene was one of great impressiveness and solemnity. The several regiments of Hanson's brigade were drawn up in a hollow A CURIOUS WILL.-John A. Tainter, who died in Hartford, Ct., left all his property, about one million their staffs, were present to witness the execution. square, while Generals Breckinridge and Hanson, with dollars, to his wife and two daughters. In his will he The prisoner was conveyed from jail to the brigade forbids either of his daughters to marry a foreigner, or drill-ground on an open wagon, under the escort of a a native of a Southern or slaveholding State, under pen- file of ten men, commanded by Major Morse and Lieut. alty of forfeiting her interest in the property.-New-George B. Brumley. Lewis's hands were tied behind York Tribune, January 8. THE BOYS OF THE REBEL ARMY.-A remarkable instance of gallantry and endurance, on the part of a youth of fifteen years, has been brought to our notice, on the authority of his captain. His name is Francis Huger Rutledge Gould, a protégé of the Right Rev. Bishop Rutledge, of Florida, and a private in company B, Captain Latt. Phillips, Third Florida regiment. On the eighth ult., he fought barefooted through the battle of Perryville, and made himself conspicuous by his daring conduct, winning from his captain the highest encomiums for his gallantry. Charleston Courier, November 14. AMONG the peculiarities of the secession rebellion is the fact that on the thirty-first of December, 1862, Lieutenant-Col. Garesche was killed at Murfreesboro, and on the twenty-ninth of December, 1862, Major Garesche was killed at Vicksburgh. Thus at different points, nearly a thousand miles apart, the two brothers have lost their lives within two days of each other, both having fallen in support of the Union. him, a few words were said to him by Generals Breck- "A soldier of the Twenty-fourth Tennessee regiment, sentenced to death, was led to the execution ground; but just as the sentence was about being executed, a courier arrived, bringing a reprieve from General Bragg. "In one of the Alabama regiments, a soldier was executed for desertion." January 1, 1863.-At Port Royal there is a negro under Governor Saxton's tuition, one hundred and five years old, who has just learned his letters. He belonged at first to a Governor of South-Carolina, and was presented by him, when sixteen years old, to General Nathaniel Greene, of Revolution memory, and was his personal servant as long as he (the General) lived. IN THE SEPULCHRE. O Keeper of the Sacred Key, Look down upon the world once more and tell us what the end will be. GENERAL LYON'S MEMORY.-A soldier of Gen. Herron's division, writes from Springfield, Mo., as follows: "General Lyon's memory is cherished by the soldiers here as something holy. The Union men think that no man ever lived like him. The Third division visited the battle-field of Wilson's Creek on Thanksgiving Day, and each man placed a stone on the spot where Lyon fell, so that there now stands a monument some ten feet high, built by eight thousand soldiers, to point out to the visitor of this classic ground the place where Is turned to verdure, and the land is now one mighty the hero died."-Maquoketa Excelsior, January 13. Three cold, bright moons have filled and wheeled, The lifeless Figure on the shield, battle-field. |