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that it was the redoubtable George N. eloquence with which he lifted up a ragged Sanders.

flap in the rear of his person that some George had met the enemy and he was envious rail or briar had torn from its theirs-not in person, but in feeling. His position of covering a glorious retreat. heart was lost, his breeches were ragged, "Not a d- -d cent," repeated he; and his boots showed a set of fat, gouty "and, Polk, I walked that hard-hearted toes protruding from them. The better town up and down, all day, with bombpart of him was gone, and gone a good shells dropping on the street at every distance. lamp-post-I'll swear I did-trying to "In the name of God, George, is that borrow some money; and, Polk, do you you?" said the ex-Congressman. think, there wasn't a scoundrel there would lend anything, not even Harris, and he got the money out of the banks, too!"

"Me!" said the immortal George: "I wish it wasn't; I wish I was anything but But what is the news here-is there

me.

any one running? They are all running back there," pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

"No," said Mr. Polk, "not that I know of. You needn't mind pulling up the seat of your pantaloons. I'm not noticing. What in are you doing here, looking like a muddy Lazarus in the painted cloth?"

"No," interjected Polk, who dropped in a word occasionally, as a sort of encourager. "Bill," repeated Sanders, "Bill, I said you was a friend of mine-and a talented one-always said so, Bill. I didn't have a red, and I've walked forty-five miles in the last day, by the mile-stones, and I havn't had anything to buy a bit to eat; and," he added, with impassioned eloquence," what is a cussed sight worse, not a single drop to drink."

This is complete. It is unnecessary to tell how the gallant and clever Tennesseean took the wayfarer home, gave him numerous, if not innumerable drinks, and filled him with fruits of the gardens and flesh of the flocks.

"Bill," said George to the Tennesseean, confidentially, and his tones would have moved a heart of stone, "Bill, you always was a friend of mine. I know'd you a long while ago, and honored you-cuss me if I didn't. I said you was a man bound to rise. I told Jimmy Polk so; me and Jimmy was familiar friends. I intended to have got up a biographical Unfortunate Absence at the Siege of Fort notice of you in the Democratic Review, but that - Corby stopped it. I'm glad to see you; I'll swear I am."

"Of course, old fellow," said the charitable Tennesseean, more in pity of his tones than even of the flattering eloquence; "but what is the matter?"

Sumter.

On the news of the fall of Sumter, the fires of patriotic enthusiasm were kindled throughout all the loyal States. In one of the small towns of Western Pennsylvania the excitement became intense-patriotic speeches were made, companies for the war speedily formed, etc., etc. It was at this time, when the public excitement was at its height, that there was a flag-raising at a school-house two miles from A- the orator of the occasion being a young collegiate, fresh from his Alma Mater. After the speech had been made a sheet of foolsThe touching pathos of this last remark cap was produced, and twelve big, noblewas added to by the sincere vehemence looking fellows walked boldly up and enwith which it was uttered, and the mute rolled their names among the brave de

"Matter!" said George; "the d- -d Lincolnites have seized Bowling Green, Fort Donelson, and have by this time taken Nashville. Why," continued he, in a burst of confidence, "when I left, hacks was worth $100 an hour, and, Polk, (in a whisper,) I didn't have a cent."

fenders of their country. As each man have-gentlemen-desired it to remain!" put his name upon the paper he was The absence of this patriotic orator at the greeted by three lusty cheers and the siege of Sumter must, of course, have rolling of the drum. Finally, when the been the cause of its unfortunate surrentwelve recruits had taken their seats, and der. Edmund Ruffin, the hoary traitor, no one seemed to manifest any inclination who fired the first shot at Sumter, should of following their example of enlisting, a have had a clinch at that tonguy and softyoung man was called upon to speak. He pated orator. The odds would have been was a strong, dashing, dark-eyed youth, of little account, which of the two went and evidently much excited. He seemed down. determined, however, to acquit himself

with applause, and he spread out accord- Application of the Term "Contraband" by

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General Butler.

The rebel Colonel Mallory had the misfortune to lose some of his 'servants,' who used their legs to convey themselves from the custody of their master. Though a traitor to his country, Col. M. had the audacity to go with a flag of truce to Fortress Monroe and demand of his old political friend, Butler, the delivering up of said escaped servants, under the Fugitive Slave Law.

"You hold, Colonel Mallory, do you not," said General Butler, "that negro slaves are property; and that Virginia is no longer a part of the United States." "I do, Sir."

"You are a lawyer, Sir," Gen. Butler replied, "and I ask you, if you claim that the Fugitive Slave Act of the United States is binding in a foreign nation? And if a foreign nation uses this kind of property to destroy the lives and property of citizens of the United States, if that species of property ought not to be regarded as contraband?"

Such was the origin of the term contraband, as applied to fugitive slaves, and its acceptance became at once universal.

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"Newport News."

"Gentlemen! do you know what I'd have done had I been down there when that glorious flag was torn by these trait- The operations of the two great armies, ors from its lofty height? I would have from time to time, at "Newport News snatched it from their bloody hands-I Point," have given that place quite a would have mounted the flag-staff-and, celebrity in military annals, and its pecuregardless of the hail of bullets that might liar name has given rise to much curiosity have stormed around me, I would have as to how it could have originated. In nailed it there-ay! with my own hands would I have nailed it there! and have

reference to this, it appears that the early colony on James river was at one time

"All people zall speak vat dey tinkwrite vat dey pleaze, and be free to do anytink dey pleazhe-only dey zall speak and write no treason!"

Gould, the Hero of Corinth.

reduced to a straightened condition, and the press, he gave expression to as folsome of its members started down the lows: James river, with the intention of proceeding to England. They reached the bend in the river which has since become an object of so much interest, and paused for some days. When they were about to set sail, they saw a ship coming up the roads, bearing the British ensign. They In the heat of the conflict, the Ninth delayed till it should arrive. It proved Texas regiment bore down upon the left to be Lord Newport's ship, with his lord- centre of the Twenty-Seventh Ohio regship on board, who brought the intelli-iment, with their battle flag at the head gence that the ship which the colony had of the column, when Orrin B. Gould, a long before dispatched to England for sup- private of Company G. shot down the plies, and which was many months over-color-bearer and rushed forward for the due, was near at hand, bringing much rebel flag. A rebel officer shouted to his needed relief. Meantime, his lordship men to "save the colors!" and, at the same distributed provisions among the colonists, moment, put a bullet into the breast of who, from these circumstances, named the place "Newport News," on account of the good tidings which his lordship brought to them.

Tigers and Treason.

Colonel Boernstein, a German commander at the West, became somewhat

Gould. But the young hero was not to be intimidated. With his flag-staff in his hand, and the bullet in his breast, he returned to his regiment, waving the former defiantly in the faces of the enemy. After the battle, on visiting the hospitals, Colonel Fuller of the Twenty-Seventh Ohio, (commanding first brigade, second divisnoted for his logical method of dealing ion) found young Gould stretched upon a with traitors. While holding possession cot, apparently in great pain. Upon seeof Jefferson City, Missouri, his patriotic ing him, his face became radiant, and, and magisterial traits were made conspic-pointing to his wound, he said, “Colonel, uous by not a few well-remembered cases I don't care for this, since I got their of summary discipline. One day he heard flag!" of a desperado being in town, from Clark township, who had led a company of disunionists known and dreaded as the "Tigers."

"If anybodies vill make ze affidavit," said Colonel B., "I vill arrest him if he izh a tiger. I don't believe in tigers; zey dd humbugs!"

Some one inquired of the Colonel how long he should remain in that place. With a French shrug of the shoulder, he replied:

"I don't know-perhaps a year; so long as the Governor chooses to stay away; I am Governor now, you see, 'till he come back."

His notions of freedom of speech and

John Bell's Tennessee Iron Works..

On the evening of Feb. 16th, 1862, Commodore Foote sent the gun-boat St. Louis on a reconnoitreing expedition towards Clarksville, Tenn. Six miles above Dover, they came in sight of the Tennessee Iron Works, an extensive establishment owned by Hon. John Bell, Mr. Lewis, and others. Not a person was in sight, and to ascertain if anybody was at home, a shell was thrown at a high elevation, and burst directly over the establishment, too high to do any damage. It had the desired effect-the workmen streamed out of their hive like a swarm of bees. It having been reported that the mill

had been engaged extensively in the man- to utterly destroy the property if it could ufacture of iron plates for rebel gunboats, be avoided. But the machinery was so

officer Johnson, of the St. Louis, was sent ashore to find the proprietors and inquire about it. He found Mr. Lewis, who at once presented himself as the proprietor, and in response to the officer's inquiries, stated that the mill had been occupied lately in the manufacture of a good deal of iron of various patterns; but it had been done for contractors and other individuals, and not directly for the rebel 'Government.'

Mr. Lewis was asked if he did not know from the pattern of the iron that it was for war purposes. He said that a good deal of it had been square iron, which he supposed was for wagon axles, which he supposed was for wagon axles, and a considerable part had been heavy plates which might be for gunboats. He stated that he had been a strong and decided Union man as long as he could be with safety from mobs, which threatened his person and property, and likewise applied the rather doubtful assertion to Mr. Bell. He was asked why he did not decline orders for making war materials, as Mr. Hinman-proprietor of the Cumberland Iron Works, lower down the riverhad done; to which his reply was, that Mr. Hinman was in Kentucky, which did not secede, while he was in Tennessee, and above the fortification of Donelson, which was erected in May, thus shutting up the Cumberland river at the Tennessee

line.

heavy that no means could be found of confining powder sufficient, to blow it up. It was, therefore, set on fire and consumed. When Mr. Lewis beheld his property in flames, he said—

"I hope that my private residence will be spared."

"Sir," said the noble Commodore, "we came not to destroy any particle of your property which has not been used in the carrying on of this most unnatural war against the Government."

Other Side of the Case.

A New York journal in one of its issues published the opinions of respectable colored people, favoring the President's Emancipation Proclamation. In the af

ternoon the reporter met a well-known
colored man, named Cooley, who white-
washes for a living, and is generally found
about Ann street. The reporter said:
"Well, Cooley, what do you think of
the Proclamation?"
Cooley-"The

worse thing for the black man that ever was done." Reporter-"Why?"

Cooley-(coming close up, and in a mysterious whisper,)-"There's too many niggers starving here now. By'-n-bye these fellows will come down on us from the South, and drive us out, for then I tell you, then there would not be a place where a decent colored man can put down his foot! Mark my words!"

Another of the Uncle Toms.

In view of the inevitable fact that the works had been engaged in making and furnishing materials of war to the rebels, During the secession conflict in KenCommodore Foote considered it his duty tucky, a Union gentleman on the other to disable them, not knowing then that the side of Green River had his attention atUnion lines would soon embrace them, and tracted, one morning, to a little group comthe river beyond, to Clarksville. He in- ing up the hill. First were two intelligent formed Mr. Lewis that this would be ne- looking contrabands, next, a little go-cart,' cessary and also that he must require him drawn by a mule, in which was a female to go on board as a prisoner. An attempt slave and about a dozen little negroes, was first made to disable the machinery carefully wrapped in sundry and divers of the establishment, the desire being not coats. An Uncle Tom sort of a chap,

with a Miss Dinah, brought up the rear. | Mr. Vallandigham himself had just fallen "As they came by," says the gentleman, into a doze, when Colonel McKibben "I addressed Tom.' waked him, informing him that it was "Well, Uncle, where did your party daylight, and time to move. Some poetcome from?"

"We's from de town, dar, sah."
"And where are you going?"
"Gwine home, sah."

"Then you do not live in the village?"
"No; we lib right ober yonder, 'bout a
mile: de secesh draw us from home."
"Ah! well now stop a minute, and tell
me all about it."

"Dat I do, sure, massa. Jim (to the other leader of the mule-cart,) you go on wid the wagon, an I kotch you fore you gits home. Now, I tells you, massa, all 'bout um. My massa am Union, an' so is all de niggers. Yesterday, massa war away in de town, an de first ting we know, long come two or free hundred ob dem seceshers, on hosses, an' lookin' like cutfroats. Golly, but de gals wor scared. Jus' back ob us war de Union sogers God bress (reverentially,) for dey keep de secesh from killin' nigger. De gals know dat, an' when dey see de secesh comin' dey pitch de little nigger in de go-cart, an' den we all broke for de Union sogers."

ical remark had been made about the morning. Mr. Vallandigham hereupon raised himself upon his elbow, and said, dramatically,

'Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tip-toe on the mountain tops.'

He had evidently forgotten the remaining line of the quotation; but it seemed so applicable to his own case, in view of the wrathful feeling of the soldiers toward him, that some one near by could not forbear adding aloud,

'I must be gone and live, or stay and die.'

The extreme appositeness of this quotation startled every one who heard it, including Mr. Vallandigham himself.

Good Charlie, the Union Guide.

A Union man named Smith had resided about six miles from Fayetteville, Arkansas, the owner of a tract of six hundred acres of land, with comfortable dwelling, stock, etc. Obnoxious to the secessionists, his property was plundered by their for aging and other parties during the winter, his place being only about a mile from McCulloch's head-quarters. The family "God bress you, massa, nebber. Nig- consisted of Mr. Smith, his wife and child, ger gits ahind dem Union sojers, secesh his mother-in-law, and also his brother-innebber gits um. Secesh steal nigger-law, James Watkins and wife, married Union man nebber steal um. Dat's a fac, only about a year previously. massa."

"So you are not afraid of the Union soldiers?"

And with a chuckling smile on his face, the clever old darkey bade good morning, and trotted on after the go-cart.

On the Road to Dixie.

When Mr. Vallandigham was being conducted to his Southern friends, by order of the United States government, because of his treasonable utterances, a halt was made by the escort, on nearing the out posts, for rest and refreshment. After an hour passed in conversation there was an effort made to obtain a little sleep, and

Besides

these, Charlie, the slave of Mr. Smith.

Upon news of the approach of Curtis's forces to Springfield, the secessionists began pursuing all the Union men to hang them, and Smith and Watkins fled, hoping to make their way to some of the Union camps. The women thus left behind, being in fear of outrage and torture on their husbands' account-if not death-departed from their home on the night of Feb. 8th, with Charlie as their guide and protector, leaving the aged mother and child, who were unable to move. On foot they wended their way, sleeping what they did sleep

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