Oh! fearful shame and foul disgrace, That Freedom's holy lamp Should turn unto a baleful torch To light a rebel camp! Then, then it was our hearts were stirred A remnant of the ancient fire That blazed on Bunker Hill- When on the startled ear there rang State after State with loyal zeal Marched manful to the front, And now, beneath the Southern sky, And, scattered through the mighty West, The white tents of our soldiers mark We send them forth with prayers and tears, That they are true, and brave as true, Full many a hard-won victory Has crowned their valor tried, Yet not alone by mortal strength; For God was on their side! A year ago, and blank distrust Held all our hearts in thrall, Seemed swaying to its fall. ON THE ABOLITION OF SLAVERY IN THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. BY RUFUS LEIGHTON. Another laurel wreathes to-day Thank God! the rulers of the land But yesterday, where now we tread Unchecked, she reared her shameless head, To-day we walk on Freedom's ground; Too long the spot which bears the name Of all the patriots dear to fame, And plain the damning record stands, The golden hour has struck at last And she who crowns the smiling hill And whose decree, for good or ill, A noble city yet shall be, And worthy to have borne No more within her marble halls No longer on the nation calls To crouch beneath his power. And all the future seems to wear How grand and fair the vision spread As all the mists of doubt and dread From lakes to gulf, from sea to sea, Her toiling millions strong and free- Her battles fought, her victories won, Sends forth its cloud to blot the sun, From sea to sea, from gulf to lakes, The wind of heaven our banner takes, O nation fairest born of time! O people blessed of fate! 'Tis yours to make the world sublime, By being nobly great! To rise from out this trial-hour, If true to man and God, To heights of fame and fields of power And glory all untrod! WASHINGTON, D. C., April 16, 1862. -Boston Transcript, April 23. HEROISM OF THE THIRD IOWA REGIMENT AT THE BATTLE being pressed into the rebel army. His wife, desiring to cross the river and get some money, received this pass: OF PITTSBURGH LANDING. "Major Jones," the correspondent of the WestUnion Pioneer, writes to that paper a graphic account of that portion of the great fight at Pittsburgh Landing in which he participated. He says the Third formed in line at the Landing without orders, in just fifteen minutes from the firing of the first gun, and soon were off on the double-quick for the fight. Coming up within sixty rods of the enemy, they opened fire, but the distance was too great for execution, and the enemy being in heavy force, they fell back to a less exposed position, behind a rail-fence, where they awaited the coming of the rebels. The force opposed to them was the Pensacola brigade, the flower of Beauregard's army. As was expected, this large body charged upon the Third, and of this charge we will let the Major's graphic pen relate: MRS. MCFARLAN-Pass. Promises forever to forsake her husband and never to return to him again, unless he crosses the Potomac, acknowledges his errors, and becomes a loyal subject to the Southern Confederacy. O. W. FOSDICK, Provost-Marshal. A CORRESPONDENT writing from near Yorktown, Va., April twenty-ninth, says: The best work of the morning was reducing to a state of permanent inutility in this mundane sphere a negro rifleman, who, through his skill as a marksman, has done more injury to our men than a dozen of his white compeers, in the attempted labor of reducing the complement of our sharp-shooters. Our men have known him a long time, have kept an eye on him, have lain in wait for him. His habit has been to perch himself in a big tree, and, keeping himself hid behind the body, annoy our men by firing upon them. He climbed the tree this morning in advance of the others coming out, smuggled himself in his position, and was anticipating his usual day of quietude. Our men might have killed him as he came out, but avoided shooting, so as not to alarm the others. His tree was about twenty rods from one of our pits. When our men fired on the advancing rebel pickets, he, of course, saw the fix he was in that he was decidedly up a tree. "I say, big nigger," called out one of our men, "you better come down from there." "What for?" responded the nigger. "Not as this chile knows of," replied the concealed Ethiop. "But we were beginning to get sleepy and wishing for a change of programme, when we discovered the enemy were preparing to make the charge. On they came, a fine set of fellows, with beautiful banners and a line that nothing but what was in waiting for them could break. On they came, steady and firm, their polished arms reflecting the bright sun and making one 'snow-blind' to look at them. Ah! but 'twas a splendid sight as we peeped through the fence, with our guns all pointed plump at about the second button of their handsome uniform, but still they came, a line of them, reaching across the field, little thinking of what was in store for them as we lay there on our bellies, with our eyes squinted along the barrels of our guns. We could hear the heavy tread of those determined men, when presently they reached the eminence on the brink of a deep ravine, about thirty rods from us, and the order was given to fire! Great God of Israel! what a deluge of flame burst from the Iowa "Just as you say," replied our sharp-shooter. Third from behind their slender breastwork! And it did In about an hour the darkey peered his head out. not slacken. That fine body of men stood as if mes-Our man was on the look-out for him; he had his rifle merized, while the line was falling like wheat before the reaper, scarcely returning the fire, and seeming to hesitate whether to advance or which way to turn, their ranks thinning out continually. What could they do? To advance would be certain death, and to retreat would be annihilation, while to deploy to the right or left would save a part, but woe to the hindmost. The latter course was resolved on and away they started on a double-quick, off toward our left, but still keeping formed as well as they could, where whole files were dropping under our cruel fire, till at last all were through the field but about three hundred determined fellows, who must take their chance with our whole fire concentrated on them. I don't know how many of them escaped to tell the tale,' but I know that the most of that little party fell on top of their companions who had gone that way before them." "STONEWALL" JACKSON.-Gen. Jackson is admitedly the best and bravest commander in the rebel sevice. His sobriquet "Stonewall" is said to have been given him after the battle of Bull Run. During that affair Gen. Lee asked him "if his brigade had not better retire under the heavy fire they were sustaining." "No, sir," said Gen. Jackson; "I will stand here like a stone wall !"-Boston Journal, July 7. A LADY'S PASS.-The Richmond Dispatch of March 30th publishes the copy of a pass given to a lady whose husband had to flee into Maryland to prevent on the bead-line ready-pulled the trigger-whiz went the bullet, and down came the negro. He was shot through the head.-N. Y. Herald, May 2. WILLIAM ROWLAND, a private in Capt. Fowler's Fifty-fourth Tennessee volunteers, who deserted, and was captured on the Shiloh battle-field of the sixth, in the enemy's ranks, and clothed in Union uniform, was subsequently shot in presence of all the Tennessee regiments.-Norfolk Day-Book, April 29. A TENNESSEE letter-writer says: You would be both amused and disgusted to hear the variations of "Dixie " sung by secesh women in this civilized State. I send you a "specimen-brick :" If you'll go with me to the devil's den, - N. Y. Evening Post, May 2. INCIDENT OF THE WAR.—The following note was The finder of this will please hand it to one of the Officers and ask him if he PLEASE forward it to its destination in Md. I would enclose a dime or such a L. T. H. matter to pay the postage but upon my honor I have CHICAGO, April 19.-When Gen. Mitchel reached Decatur, Alabama, on his bridge expedition, he took possession of the telegraph-office and cut the wires, leaving Decatur and Corinth only in telegraph communication. Subsequently Beauregard sent a message to Jeff Davis, demanding reënforcements for Corinth, and declaring that otherwise he could not hold his position. General Mitchel answered the despatch and promised the reënforcements. - Chicago Tribune, April 19. Constitutionalist two specimens of cloth manufactured by Mrs. Chamberlain, which are a novelty in their way, One specimen is made the warp of cotton, the filling of rabbit-fur; the other of the same warp, the filling of coon-fur. Both fabrics are soft and flexible, handsome in appearance, and evidently durable. -Charleston Courier. A NEGRO HYMN.-The following are the words of a doxology to a hymn sung at a prayer-meeting by the blacks in Washington, held in honor of the abolition of slavery in the District of Columbia, as taken down by a gentleman present: We're all free now- We're all free now forebber! We don't tank missuses But we tank de old Congress forebber ! We tank de old Congress forebber! BEAUREGARD'S CIPHER DESPATCH.-The following is a telegraphic despatch, which was found in the office at Huntsville, Ala., at the time of its occupation by Gen. A LETTER from the Maine Ninth regiment, at FerMitchel. It is in a simple and easy cipher, which re- nandina, announces the desertion to the enemy of Alquired Gen. Mitchel and his aids about twenty min-bert W. Lunt, of Hampden. The villain gave informutes to translate: [ORIGINAL.] ation to the enemy which enabled them to capture a sergeant's guard, who were posted at a house a few CORINTH, April 9. miles distant. They took six of this detachment prisTo Gen. Samuel Cooper, Richmond, Va.: oners, and killed one, Anson Chase, of South-Sebec. All present probabilities are that whenever the ene- A record should be kept of such villains, as they do my moves on this position he will do so with an over- in the British service, whereby if they are ever found whelming force of not less than yrzole xriy lohkjnap or heard from in any part of the world at any time, men, by wna ahc vkjlyi hate nqhkl lorite xrmy lohk-they may be seized and sent home for punishment. jnap yx31 wlrmqj mna phia may possibly shrakj ra Lunt had just served out a term in the Maine State n xyc pnejerlo nghkl xrlly 5a lohkjnap vhmy. Can Prison when he joined the regiment.-Boston Tranwe not be reënforced xrhn dyvgzilhaj nive. If defeat- script, May 2. ed here cy thjy loy vrjq mnt3yc nap dchqn4te hki wnkjy whereas we could even afford to lose for a while wonilyjlha nap inmzu5yl for the purpose of defeating qkyt4j nive which would not only insure us the valley of Mississippi but our independence. P. G. T. BEAUregard. [TRANSLATION.] CORINTH, April 9. YORKTOWN, VA., April 30.-On Sunday evening, a few hours after sunset, while we were sitting in our tent, in company with several other "specials," one of our number, laying his hand upon our knee, suddenly said to us: "Hark! what is that?" In a second all had ceased talking, and every ear endeavored Gen. Samuel Cooper, Richmond, Va.: to catch the sound which had attracted the attention All present probabilities are that whenever the ene- of his comrade. There was a silence for a moment, my moves on this position, he will do so with an over- and then there was wafted across the air the music of whelming force of not less than eighty-five thousand that glorious anthem, "Old Hundred," in which it We can now muster only about thirty-five seemed a thousand voices were participating. All of thousand effective, (men.) Van Dorn may possibly us immediately sought the open air, and there stood join us in a few days with fifteen thousand more. Can until the last note died away upon our ear. Never we not be reënforced from Pemberton's army? If before have we heard anything so magnificently grand defeated here we lose the Mississippi valley, and pro- as that same "Old Hundred," sung by the soldiers of bably our cause; whereas we could even afford to the Union army on the plains of Yorktown. The lose for a while Charleston and Savannah for the pur-air was made vocal with the music, and the woods pose of defeating Buell's army, which would not only insure us the valley of the Mississippi but our independence. P. G. T. BEAUuregard. -N. Y. Commercial, April 25. men. around reverberated with the mighty strain. Beneath the canopy of heaven the soldier gazed upward into the starlight sky and sang unto God, "from whom all blessings flow," an anthem that stirred the heart of man with the best and holiest emotions. The incident was a sublime one either for the poet or the artist.— LADIES ON THE CUMBERLAND.-The Norfolk corre-National Intelligencer. spondent of the Petersburg Express learns that there was a party on board the Cumberland the night before A BOLD ADVENTURE.-The Gulf correspondent of she was sunk. This, doubtless, accounts for the the N. Y. Evening Post gives the following description of screams of ladies on board, which were heard by our the capture of the steamer Florida, near Apalachicola: men on the Virginia.-New-Orleans Delta, April 4. SOUTHERN MANUFACTURES.—Mr. E. H. Chamberlain, of Edgefield District, South-Carolina, has shown the "Information came to our fleet that the rebel vessel Florida- one of those smart little steam craft which are so fond of running the blockade — was up the Apalachicola River, ready to sail out the next day. time. The enemy should not be allowed to make a step forward without encountering bloody evidence of the fixed and unalterable purpose of our people to resist the intolerable yoke of oppression so exultantly prepared for our subjugation. Wails of mourning must be brought home to every household in the North, and the returned carcasses of their dead will instruct them, "trumpet tongued," of their fruitless attempt to foil a people thoroughly bent on being free. Gen. Magruder partakes of an intense hatred, compared only to the man whose aversion to snakes led him to kill them, though they were inoffensively exhibited in the menagerie, and, when upbraided by the keeper, replied: "Damn 'um, I kills 'um whenever I see 'um."— Norfolk Day-Book, April 24. The captain of the sailing bark Pursuit was despatched to capture, and went by night a little distance up the river. All was still and dark. There were no lights on the shore, and the rebels, if aground, were too fast asleep to hear the casting off anchor of the sloop, and the embarking of her crew in small boats. With muffled oars they proceeded swiftly up the stream, until, after running some two miles, they came in sight of the little town of Apalachicola, and the dark, black hull of the steamer lying near the wharf. Everything was quiet. Swiftly and surely, and so still that they could hear the night insects chirruping on the shore, the Union sailors in their little boats neared the steamer. A minute more and they were on her deck. "The vessel, in its fancied security, was almost deserted, though laden with cotton and expecting to run the blockade in a day or two. Only the engineers were on board, and they were asleep till waked up by was in the Capitol this morning, conferring with the WASHINGTON, April 30.—Adjutant-General Thomas our men. Deeming it best to make the most of the Finance Committee of the Senate and the Committec new affair, these gallant engineers consented for a of Ways and Means in the House. He stated to Mr. consideration of two hundred dollars - Federal, not Fessenden and Mr. Stevens that we had seven hunconfederate money-to sail the steamer out to the dred thousand active and energetic soldiers in the field Federal fleet. She arrived out in safety with the Pur-in defence of the Union.-Philadelphia Press, May 1. suit, and was sent to Key West as a Federal prize. There is reason to believe that the good cotton shippers of Apalachicola were both surprised and disgusted to find that their vessel and cargo had disappeared in a single night as mysteriously as Aladdin's palace. "The Florida was a new merchant steamer built recently at Mystic, Connecticut, for the company of the parish of Atchalafaya." COTTON AND CORN. Cotton and Corn were mighty kings, To the country's dire confusion: But Cotton was fond of saying, "you must;" He got up a revolution. But in the course of time the bubble is bursted, May 2.-The Sixth Maine regiment, now before Yorktown, contains among its members a great grandson of Gen. Lincoln, who received Lord Cornwallis' sword at Yorktown, in 1781. He is the son of Theodore Lincoln, Esq., of Dennysville, a young man of fine education, and who left home, where he had every comfort, to volunteer as a private.—Cincinnati Times, May 2. AN INCIDENT OF THE BATTLE OF SHILOH.-The following incident of the battle of Shiloh is related by an eye and ear witness: - Two Kentucky regiments met face to face, and fought each other with terrible resolution, and it happened that one of the Federal soldiers wounded and captured his brother, and after handing him back began firing at a man near a tree, when the captured brother called to him and said: "Don't shoot there any more that's father."-Boston Traveller, May 1. THE WAY TO FIGHT THEM.-The policy inaugurated by Gen. Magruder, of fighting the Yankees whenever they appear, without regard to numbers, is evidently the true theory of conducting the struggle from this THE CONFEDERATE PRIMER At Number Ten Abe Lincoln bold Jeff Davis tells a lie, Yon oak will be the gallows-tree one of the sharp-shooters picked him off. It was a "justifiable homicide," as the gun might have killed several of our men, as it was in easy range.-Boston Advertiser, April 30. Two brothers from Louisville fought at Pittsburgh on opposite sides, and in regiments directly opposed to each other. It so happened that the rebel brother was found mortally wounded, and was brought into the very hospital where his loyal brother had been detailed to nurse, and died in his brother's arms.Buffalo Courier, April 29. THE bodies of the three men of the Chelsea company of the First Massachusetts regiment, who fell in the assault near Yorktown, Virginia, on Saturday, April twenty-sixth, were buried in a vault prepared by their comrades on Monday, twenty-eighth ultimo. It is described as being located on the slope of a hill, and beautifully shaded by huge oaks, with an undergrowth of laurel. Rev. Warren H. Cudworth of Boston, Chaplain of the regiment, made an impressive address to the men of the First, stating that the deceased fell on the same ground on which their forefathers, under Washington, almost a century ago, fought and fell in defence of the same glorious cause of constitutional liberty and the perpetuation of the free Republic of the United States. At one point in the address, sound of cannon-shot came from the rebel intrenchments. "There," exclaimed the Chaplain, "there are the same defiant tones which have been belched forth from the halls of Congress for a generation past, only the tones are a little louder and the missiles a little harder. It says treason, anarchy and despotism as plainly as if spoken by the fiendish instigators of this most unholy rebellion." The men listened with attentive interest, and as they left the scene each man looked determined to do his whole duty in the task of extinguishing the rebellion.-Boston Transcript, May 1. FLAG-OFFICER FOOTE WAITED AND THOUGHT.-A correspondent of the Cincinnati Commercial says: It can do no harm now to mention a remark Commodore Foote made to me in the early part of the siege. Said he: "We have done just enough to learn the position of the enemy. Now we are going to wait and think. Victories are not won by fighting only. We want men, we want brave men, true men, whom we can rely on; but these men must in turn believe in you and in all your plans and orders, or you cannot hold their confidence and depend on their doing what is planned for them. We have a difficult task here, even more difficult than was first supposed. The rebels are strongly posted. We cannot operate to the best advantage on any one battery without being liable to a cross-fire from others. "We might pitch in and make a desperate attack and win, but we don't know how that would turn out. We should lose many men at any rate, and perhaps some of our gunboats. I've got some of the best men in the world here under me. They believe in me, and I can trust them till the last breath. Now, I must not throw away their lives. They are too precious-precious to me, precious to their friends and the country. We've got to be patient awhile and wait and think. We've but just got here, and I can't tell now by what means Island No. Ten will be ours. Time and good thinking will work it out. We can't afford to lose a battle here. Look behind us and see all that lies at stake-up the rivers." GENERAL LANDER and the BIBLE.-One day a staffofficer caught him with a Bible in his hand, and said: General, do you ever search the Scriptures? which I have always carried with me. Gen. Lander replied: "My mother gave me a Bible, Once in the Rocky Mountains I had only fifteen pounds of flour. We used to collect grasshoppers at four o'clock in the day, to catch some fish for our supper at night. It was during the Mormon war, and my men desired to turn back. I was then searching for a route for the wagon road. 'I will turn back if the Bible says so,' said I, and we will take it as an inspiration.' I opened the book at the following passage: "Go on, and search the mountain, and the gates of the city shall not be shut against you.'" All concurred in the definite statement of the passage, and the heroic explorer once more led his men into the wild country of the Indians.-N. Y. Tribune. CAPTURING A GUN.-There is an old chap in the Berdan Sharp-shooters, near Yorktown, known as "old Seth." He is quite a character, and is a crack shot-one of the best in the regiment. His "instrument," as he terms it, is one of the heaviest telescopic rifles. The other night at roll-call, "old Seth" was non est. This was somewhat unusual, as the old chap was always up to time. A sergeant went out to hunt him up, he being somewhat fearful that the old man had been hit. After perambulating around in the advance of the picket line, he heard a low "holloo." "Who's there?" inquired the sergeant. "It's me," responded Seth, "and I've captured a secesh gun." Bring it in," said the sergeant. "Can't do it," exclaimed Seth. It soon became apparent to the sergeant that "old Seth" had the exact range of one of the enemy's heaviest guns, and they could not load it for fear of being picked off by him. Again the old man shouted: "Fetch me a couple of haversacks full of grub, as this is my gun, and the cussed varmints shan't fire it agin while the scrimmage lasts." This was done, and the old patriot has kept good watch over that gun. In fact it is a captured gun."-New-York Tribune, April 20. 66 T. H. SQUIRE, Surgeon Eighty-ninth N. Y. V., in a private letter from Roanoke Island, thus mentions a most affecting incident: "The daughter of Dr. Cutler, Twenty-first Massachusetts, of whom I have spoken in a previous letter, died a few days ago at Newbern, of typhoid fever. Her remains were brought back to this island and buried to-day. Who will write her epitaph in befitting verse? She was the friend of the sick and wounded soldier; educated, accomplished, young, beautiful, affectionate, patriotic, pious, self-sacrificing. In her death in the van of the army, a woman pure and lovely has been laid as a victim upon the altar of Liberty. She died away from home; a father whom she loved stood by her, but his duties to the wounded prevented him from accompanying her remains to their temporary resting-place on this beautiful island. Sacred be the spot where her remains now lie! Ye winds that whisper in the pines, breathe her a requiem! Ye |