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whip you, like the very devil, with your notice of the fact from his pulpit, on own niggers. And the niggers will do the the Sabbath previous, in the following job up brown. Before the war is over, words: they will knock the handsights off you, and we intend to stand by and see the job well done!"

Garrison at the Grave of Calhoun.

"I am called to accompany the members of the Government and the officers of the army, as they go to lift again, over the ruins of Fort Sumter, our national ensign. At other times, when the prosOne of the most impressive scenes-be-pect of any such mission seemed to me cause so eminently historical-growing almost visionary-remote, certainly-I out of the war of the rebellion, was that spoke of it with some jubilation; but as of William Lloyd Garrison, the life-long the thing itself draws near, it comes with Abolition Agitator, upon whose head a solemn shadows to me. And the sense price in southern gold had for more than a of the magnitude of the work that seemquarter of a century rested, standing at ingly, then, like a girdle, will have clasped the grave of the great Apostle of Slavery itself upon this nation, and buckled itself and Secession, John C. Calhoun. It was in peace, so impresses me, that the greaton the very morning, too, April fifteenth, ness of the mission seems such that, 1865, when Abraham Lincoln died. The cemetery where the mighty senator's remains repose is a small one, opposite St. Philip's church, in the heart of the city of Charleston; and the monument of the great advocate of slavery and nullification is built of brick and covered with a large, plain slab of marble, inscribed with the simple name- -CALHOUN. He who sleeps beneath was the very soul of the "peculiar institution," when Garrison began his intense warfare against it. The latter had now lived to see the power of his great antagonist pass away, and just as the illustrious Emancipator, who gave to the system its final blow, was breathing his last, Garrison laid his hand upon the monument before him, and said, impressively, "Down into a deeper grave than this, slavery has gone, and for it there is no resurrection." It was a scene, take it for all in all, that a painter might well attempt to reproduce upon canvass.

though I am unaccustomed to tremor, my
soul trembles within me. There will be
many that will go to participate in that
solemn and wonderful event in the history
of this people; and I should be sorry if
there was one that went with any other
feeling than that of the most profound
Christian patriotism. And if any man
goes, supposing that he accompanies me
upon an errand of triumph and exaltation
over a fallen foe, he does not know the
first letter of my feelings. For I go as a
brother, to say to brethren misled, 'I ap-
peal to you from yourselves, and from the
day of your information to the better day
of your knowledge.' I go, not to triumph
over the South, but to say to them, '
,'Breth-
ren, after four long years of blood and
darkness, we bring back to you the same
hearts of love that you smote at in the
beginning of this conflict, and are your
brethren still, if ye will.' If there be
any minded in that spirit, let them go;
and those that may not go, let them tarry
at home, praying the blessing of God to
rest, not upon the North, but upon this
whole undivided land.”

War Dispatches in Church. Having been requested by President Lincoln to proceed to Fort Sumter, and deliver an oration on the fourteenth of When he had closed the sermon of the April, 1865, at the unfurling of the na- morning-the subject of which was, the tional flag once more over that renowned Body-man and the Soul-man, or, the Old spot, Rev. Henry Ward Beecher gave Man and the New Man, and sat down,

and when the singing was about to commence, Mr. Beecher rose and said—

"Stop! Turn to 'America.' We will sing that; and I will read a telegraphic dispatch that I have just received, while you are finding the place!"

The reading of the dispatch-which was from the Secretary of War to Mr. Beecher, and which announced the triumphant success of the National forces under General Grant-was greeted with prolonged and enthusiastic applause.When the excitement, which was very intense, had subsided, and quiet was restored, Mr. Beecher said :"The Old Man is being conquered, and the New Man of Liberty is going to rule after this." America was then sung with a depth of feeling such as the occasion may be supposed to have

"Es this the Provo's offis?"

He was dressed in brown homespun, and had an old white wool hat on his head, tied on with a handkerchief, and lic leaned on a brown stick.

"Es this the Provo's offis? I want a pass."

Some one here attempted to explain to the old gentleman that he was in the wrong shop; but the old fellow, who was a little deaf, it seems, mistook this as a

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hesitation to give him what he wanted. "I'm a good l'yal citizen. I've got my pertection papers. I've ben to get paid for my forage. It's all right."

There was a slight inclination to laugh by several present; but the old gentleman continued to make the most earnest protestations as to his "l'yalty."

"Look here, my friend," said Colonel

sent up to Cane Hill, Arkansas, to nego-W, with a smile, "you had better take tiate for exchange of prisoners. It was during their visit that the amusing scene narrated below occurred:

In a small building close on the only street of that crooked village, three Confederate officers, in their best gray uniform, were sitting on one side of a table, and three Federal officers, in blue, on the other. An old gray-headed and gray-bearded man came to the door, and incontinently walked in, with the query

care what you say about loyalty. Look at these gentlemen"-pointing over the table-" don't you see they are Southern officers?"

The old man's hand trembled as he now adjusted a dilapidated pair of spectacles to his eyes, and closely examined the gray uniforms with the velvet collars and brass stars. His hands trembled more violently. For the time being he seemed to forget the place and surround

ings in his fear and bewilderment. At needful, he said, to lay aside disguises,last, in great distress, he turned to the that the South had never been wronged, gentlemen, and began to stammer out his and that all their pretences of grievance explanations: in the matter of tariffs, or anything else, were invalid.

"Well, gentlemen, I didn't think. I I didn't mean any thing. I've allers ben a Southern man. I've jest got one son, and he's with Marmaduke. The only other man grown that's fit for sarvice is my darter's husband and he's with Rector, and-and-"

"Hold on, old fellow!" cried Colonel W——, “what about your being a loyal citizen?"

"Will you inform me," asked Colonel P—, who sat next to Colonel W"who paid you for your forage?"

The old man turned to look at t'other side of the table. Again he adjusted his spectacles, and looked at the blue coats, and in an agony of distress he took off his spectacles and his handkerchief and hat, and while he leaned on both hands on the table, the tears ran down the wrinkles of his old face.

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"But," said Governor Pickens, "we must carry the people with us; and we allege these things, as all statesmen do many things that they do not believe, because they are the only instruments by which the people can be managed."

Governor Pickens then and there declared that the two sections of country were so antagonistic in ideas and policies that they could not live together, that it was foreordained that northern and southern men must keep apart on account of differences in ideas and policies, and that all the pretences of the South about wrongs suffered were but pretences, as they very well knew.

Brief but Eventful History.

The history of a Federal soldier, named Robert Lane, who entered the service as a private in Loomis's battery, has some features which characterize it as one of extraordinary qualities. Briefly summed up, Lane's chronicles, military and otherwise, may be given as follows: After being a member of the above-named com

In a council held in the city of Charles-pany nearly a year, he was discharged for ton, just preceding the attack on Fort Sumter, two commissioners were appointed to go to Washington; one on the part of the army from Fort Sumter, and one on the part of the Confederates. The Lieutenant who was designated to go for the Loyalists said it seemed to him that it would be of little use for him to go, as his opinion was immovably fixed in favor of maintaining the government in whose service he was employed. Then Governor Pickens took him aside, detaining, for an hour and a half, the railroad train that was to convey them on their errand. He opened to him the whole plan and secret of the Southern conspiracy, and said to him, distinctly and repeatedly-for it was

physical disability. He then returned to the city of Detroit, where, however, his stay was limited, and the next heard of him he was in Nashville, connected with some sutler. Shortly after this he was acting as chief clown in a circus-swallowed the sword, and performed other gastronomic feats of more or less wonderful nature. After this, according to report, he entered a Kentucky regiment of cavalry. but soon closed his connection with this troop, whether by discharge or desertion is not known. When next heard from he was a sergeant in an Indiana regiment of Infantry, from which he deserted to enlist in another, in which greater bounties were paid. Another regiment, offer

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Rather Doubtful Allegiance.

ing a still higher bonus, induced him to no heart in the cause, he concluded to risk the chances again. He did so, and break off, leave his native sunny clime, the next heard of him he was a prisoner and find a home beneath the colder skies in the Indiana penitentiary, awaiting court of the North. With this determination, martial for his numerous enlistments. and having but a scanty wardrobe in his The trial resulted in conviction, and he possession, he bade adieu to Charleston, was sentenced to be shot. The extreme and set out on foot on his weary journey penalty, however, was commuted by the North. He dared not travel on the public President to one year's hard labor with thoroughfares, for he knew the relentless chain and ball. conscripting officers would not let him pass. He therefore pursued his lonely journey along unfrequented paths, often The capture of the Confederate General making his bed on the ground, with only Jeff Thompson revived many anecdotes the starry canopy for a covering. Weary of his eccentricities of speech and man- steps lengthened into weary miles, and he The General is a great talker, and finally arrived in Louisville, Kentucky, is bound to tell a good thing, no matter having traveled the whole of the distance, whom it hits. On his arrival at Pilot excepting about forty miles, on foot from Knob, Missouri, as a prisoner, he had a Charleston. long conversation with General Fisk, the commander at that post. Jeff swore on his honor that the Confederacy was a sure thing, bound to succeed, and all that. He continued: "But confound these fellows in south-east Missouri! When I was cavorting around Bird's Point two years ago they were all friendly enough; but as I came through the country here as a prisoner, and told a few of them that I supposed they were right yet, hang me if they didn't have to stop and think which oath of allegiance they took last!"

No Heart in the Cause.

Wash Litchtiter, one of Morgan's Converts.

Wash Litchtiter, of Indiana, was converted from secesh into a warm Union man. Wash had been flogged once or twice for cheering for Jeff Davis, but he stuck to his principles. One day Morgan and his band of thieves came along, and Wash gave them a cordial welcome. He brought out all the liquor he had and treated them well; told them how he loved the South, and hoped that the Yankees would be whipped out. The banditti then asked him for money. He begged off, but Morgan said, "Come, old Butternut, shell out; we want all the spondulics you've got!"

A young man, about twenty years of age, of marked intelligence and pleasing address, made his appearance one day in Wash had to put his nose to the grindLouisville, as a refugee from the South, stone this time, and fork over; he was and from the rebel army, into whose ser- however so slow about it that they pitched vice he had been drawn. He described in and gave him a thrashing, and then himself as of wealthy parentage, and, be- carried off everything he had. Wash fore the war, was the idolized heir of a went in for a vigorous prosecution of the large plantation in the vicinity of Charles- war' ever after, and was mighty glad ton, South Carolina. He served nearly when Morgan went to the State prison, two years in the rebel army, but, having where all such fellows belong.

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