of the Potomac. It is commanded by Colonel William cessfully against the German Abolitionists and hunt up P. Baily, formerly an officer in the third company of the Yankees. The soldiers again visited Johnston's the National Guard, a cool, brave, and experienced of Creek, but found the most of the settlers had fled to ficer, who possesses the confidence and affection of his the mountains. Frederick Degener alone they surpris men, and will never disappoint the hopes of his coun-ed, sleeping under the porch of his house, but awaktry. ened 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 resistance, they were defeated, and only twelve of them, covered with wounds, made good their escape. At the battles of Gaines's Mill, White Oak Swamp, Peach Orchard, Savage's Station, Antictam, 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. 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 "We know personally the most of these unfortunate because they rebelled against the government, but bevictims, which have been murdered so mercilessly, not "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 from the splendid mansion once occupied by that ex-U. S. Sen-wild beasts and Indians; they had saved it to civilizaator 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 furcotton without the least danger to health, and increased 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. PRICE AND HIS MISSOURIANS.-Of the ten thousand The first demand they could not comply with, because they had no money, not even corn-meal for their fam-gallant fellows whom Gen. Price led from Missouri in ilies, 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 reenforced by four hundred men to operate sucVOL. VI.-POETRY 4 April and May last, not more than two thousand five battles and camps fit for service.-Selma (Ala.) Sentinel, January 2. hundred were lately left survivors of the casualties of 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 my, just before our sharp-shooters opened upon them, the cock's clear, shrill clarion rung out on the sulphurous air. This strange defiance, while it cheered and amused our boys, fell with a depressing effect upon the ears of the enemy. When the foe retired to return no more, the cock, with repeated crows, sounded the victory.-Savannah Republican, January 8. THE PEACE MOVEMENT.-The peace movement at the North is fairly begun at last. The voice of a populous longing to close a hopeless and ruinous war of aggression, can no longer be stifled. The mighty rabble of New-York and Philadelphia have caught up the cry raised by the Hoosiers of the North-west, and day by day the peace element in party politics grows stronger and more distinct. The utterances which reach us show that there has been no lack of venal presses and unscrupulous politicians, shaping their course so as to share the rising fortunes of the anti-war movement. Everywhere throughout the North we find supple demagogues echoing the popular sentiment with a vigor and boldness which, a year ago, would have consigned them to a dungeon; and even the fearless and consistent Vallandigham takes a step farther than he ever dared before, and unfurls the white flag in the very halls of the Yankee Congress. To give to the new party such an overwhelming and decisive preponderance of strength as will at once terminate the effort to subjugate the South, we believe that it is only necessary that, in the next great shock of arms, which must now be close at hand, our troops shall once more vindicate their superiority over the ruffianly invaders whom they must encounter. That our brave soldiers may enter this final struggle under the least possible disadvantage of numbers, is an object which should enlist all the attention and energies of those who rule the policy of the Confederacy.— Charleston Mercury, January 31. January 30.-A daughter of South-Carolina writes to the Charleston Courier from Darlington district: "I propose to spin the thread to make the cord to execute the order of our noble President, Davis, when old Butler is caught, and my daughter asks that she may be allowed to adjust it round his neck." LINES. BY J. G. WHITTIER. Men of the Northland! where's the manly spirit Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenched within us? Now, when our land to ruin's brink is verging, In God's name let us speak while there is time! Now, when the padlocks for our lips are forging, Silence is crime! What! shall we henceforth humbly ask as favors Rights all our own? In madness shall we barter For treacherous peace the freedom nature gave us, God and our charter? Here shall the statesman forge his human fetters, Torture the pages of the hallowed Bible, Shall our New-England stand erect no longer, Oh! no, methinks from all her wild, green mountains— From her rough coast and isles which hungry occan From the free fireside of her unbought farmer- mer Rings the red steel From each and all, if God hath not forsaken Startling and stern! the Northern winds shall bear it Oh! let that voice go forth! the bondman sighing Let it go forth! The millions who are gazing Oh! for your ancient freedom, pure and holy, Sons of the best of fathers! will ye falter Prayer strengthened for the trial, come together, OREMUS. BY GEORGE H. BOKER. We will not raise, O God! the formal prayer Before thy feet, in silence and in awe, We have no pageantry, to please thy eye, We have no altar builded in thy sight, From which the fragrant offerings rise, To this great cause the force of prayer is given, For we believe, within our inmost souls, To thee in one vast cloud of worship rolls- O God! if reason may presume so far, We read its truth in every flashing star, By thy commission freedom first was sent, The chain that broke in Egypt was not meant Freedom to all! in Thy great name we cry, Before the terrors of that battle-call, As flax before the gusty flame, Here let division cease. Join hand with hand, Fear not or faint not. God, who ruleth men, AFTER ALL. BY WM. WINTER. The apples are ripe in the orchard, The work of the reaper is done, And the golden woodlands redden In the blood of the dying sun. At the cottage-door the grandsire Sits pale in his easy chair, While the gentle wind of twilight Plays with his silver hair. A woman is kneeling beside him; And far from over the distance And the grandsire speaks in a whisper: But we give him to his country, And we give our prayers to Thee." The violets star the meadows, The pink-white blossoms pour. But the grandsire's chair is empty, And a pallid, tearless woman By the cold hearth sits alone, And the old clock in the corner Ticks on with a steady drone. A PATRIOTIC CALL FOR VOLUNTEERS. BY J. G. L. Come, Freedom's sons, arouse, arouse ! And pledge to God above your vows, Come from the forge, come from the plough, From wave and wood, come, Freemen, now, Where Freemen all victorious stood, Just here, where your bold fathers' blood From North to South, from East to West, From valley deep to eagle's nest, Come, bold sons of your pilgrim sires, Who left to you, their rightful heirs, This lovely home of hill and dell, Where tyrant ruled, as William Tell Come, then, from forge, and come from plough, From wave and wood, come, Freemen, now, A more than crown-a laurel wreath, AVENGED! BY ORPHEUS C. KERR, God's scales of Justice hang between In the prairie path to our Sunset gate, When the bright sun sinks in the rose-lipped West, Do ye ask who reared those headstones there, Shrink, Pity, shrink, at the question dire; They were men of the land he had fought to save They were sons of a clime whose soft, warm breath Where the falling leaf is the cup that grew But there lurked a taint in the clime so blest, The Soldier old, at his sentry-post, He cried to the land, Beware! Beware Of the symboled curse in the Bondman there! He cried; and the ingrate answer came O matchless deed! that a fiend might scorn; Is't strange that the tranquil soul of age Was turned to strife in a madman's rage? Is't strange that the cry of blood did seem Like the roll of drums in a martial dream? Is't strange that the clank of the Helot's chain Should drive the Wrong to the old man's brain, To fire his heart with a Santon's zeal, And mate his arm to the Soldier's steel? The bane of Wrong to its depth had gone, And the sword of Right from its sheath was drawn, Ye may call him mad that he did not quail But the Eye of God looked down and saw And black was the day with God's own frown Apostate clime! the blood then shed To weigh it down 'neath the coming rod, Behold the price of the life ye took; At the death ye gave 'twas a world that shook: Not all alone did the victim fall, Whose wrongs first brought him to your thrall: And ye struck your blow at the Nation's heart! J The freemen host is at your door, And a voice goes forth with a stern "No more!" To the Country's Wrong and the Country's stain, From the East, and West, and North they come, The Soldier old in his grave may rest," He may sleep in peace 'neath the greenwood pall, The foe may howl at the fiat just, Not all in vain is the lesson taught, That a great soul's Dream is the world's New Thought; THE COLOR SERGEANT. BY A. D. F. RANDOLPH. You say that in every battle No soldier was braver than he, I knew, ah! I knew he'd ne'er falter, And if he was true to his mother, Do you think he his trust would betray, Or turn from the danger away? Did he suffer and die like a man? When he died he was praying for you! And thou wert my purest and best! I tell you, O friend! as a mother, Whose full heart is breaking to-day, The Infinite Father-none other Can know what he's taken away! I thank you once more for your kindness, Last touched, as we parted just there! When he asked, through his tears, should he linger I watched him leap into that meadow; There, a child, he with others had played; I saw him pass slowly the shadow Of the trees where his father was laid; Once his face toward the foe-not his mother's Don't think, in my grief, I'm complaining; Shall strengthen his comrades in fight. Tell his comrades these words of his mother: The Rachels who weep with each other, They know in their great tribulation, By the blood of their children outpoured, We shall smite down the foes of the Nation, In the terrible day of the Lord. THE FISHERMAN OF BEAUFORT. BY MRS. FRANCES D. GAGE. The tide comes up, and the tide goes down, At early dawn and at evening shade, His net goes down, and his net comes up, "De fishes dey hates de ole slave nets, The tide comes up, and the tide goes down, Is picking away, in the slimy sands, There's no stretching board for the aching bones, The tide comes up, and the tide goes down, As the moaning winds, through the moss-hung oaks, Sweep surging ever along. "O massa white man! help de slave, And de wife and chillen too, Eber dey'll work, wid de hard worn hand, The tide comes up, and the tide goes down, As it chants unceasing the anthem grand The fisherman floating on its breast "Den gib him de work, and gib him de pay, And de yam shall grow, and de cotton shall blow, And de ole magnolia-tree: |