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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, 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 appeal 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, ' Brethren, 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

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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 inspired, after which the congregation was dismissed, by the pastor, with these words: "In the name of Almighty God, of Justice, and of Humanity, now, men, go, and be worthy of your country!"

"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 he 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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Accommodating Himself to Circumstances.

Accommodating Himself to Circumstances. Immediately after the battle of Prairie Grove, some rebel officers of rank were sent up to Cane Hill, Arkansas, to negotiate 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—

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 W, with a smile, "you had better take 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 last, in great distress, he turned to the gentlemen, and began to stammer out his explanations:

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'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.

"Well, well, gentlemen," he at last found words to say, "you go on an' fight it out among yourselves. I can live in any government."

Important Witness on the Stand.

needful, he said, to lay aside disguises,that the South had never been wronged, and that all their pretences of grievance in the matter of tariffs, or anything else, were invalid.

"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

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

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 from he was a sergeant in an Indiana regiopened to him the whole plan and secret ment of Infantry, from which he deserted of the Southern conspiracy, and said to to enlist in another, in which greater bounhim, distinctly and repeatedly-for it was ties were paid. Another regiment, offer

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