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"How are you, Major ?"

Answer: "Comfortably well."

"Are you a member of our Union League ?"
Answer: "Prove me."
"How shall I prove you?"
Answer: "By positions."

Here comes in what might be called a command, for the person asking the questions above set forth says: "Take positions, and I'll call them."

The person who answers the questions then raises his left hand perpendicularly over his head, at which time you say: "Washington." He then drops his arm to a horizontal position and you say: "Jefferson." He then drops his hand on his left thigh, and you say: "Jackson." He then raises his left hand to his breast and you say: "Union." He then joins the thumb and third finger of his left hand; at this time you must also join the thumb and third finger, as he does; then both of your hands meet, and you put your thumb and third finger inside of his and you say: "League." All this is done in a shorter time than I can tell you.

When a member is going into the lodge, the password at the first door is, "Eternal Vigilance;" at the second door, "Is the Price of Liberty." When a member enters the lodge, he salutes the President by holding up his left-hand forefinger. When he leaves the lodge, he holds up his right-hand two forefingers.

When a Union League man gets into a fight at night he cries out: "I, I." If any of the brothers are around and willing to assist him they cry out: "What, what."

SONGS OF THE REBELS.

UNLAURELLED HEROES.

Oh! praise not those supremely blest
With honor, talents, life, and beauty,
But let your high encomiums rest

On those who fall at posts of duty;
On those who bravely meet their fate,

With hearts of oak and souls of iron, And leave those bright homes desolate, Where hope to love sang like a syren. 'Tis not for those the trump of fame

Salutes with flattery's warm caresses,
Who bear through life a splendid name,
That all the world admires and blesses;
But oh! for those, our tears we shed,

Who fall uncrowned with rays of glory,
And come back like the Spartan dead,
On shields that tell their own sad story.

Look where brave Zollicoffer fell,

To music of the death-shot's rattle; And where young Peyton's final knell Swept o'er him in disastrous battleFor such the heart in anguish bleeds,

And pours out all its warmest praises;
They went forth on their fiery steeds,

So soon to sleep beneath the daisies!
While life was young and manhood bright,
And honors clustered fast and faster,
They went forth, armed with truth and might,
To meet defeat and dark disaster;
Theirs was the martyr's dreary doom,

When, to their brows, a thorn-crown pressing, They dimly saw, beyond the tomb,

The prize they sought-their country's blessing.

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Then hang the fiddle on the wall,

With fife and drumsticks lead the ball;
We'll teach them dancing fine and neat
With cannon, sword, and bayonet.

We bought the dry goods from the North,
Now all our clerks are going forth
To do the job of measuring-

With swords, not yards, they do the thing.

Our doctors found a remedy

For every Northern malady;

They cure all fevers, pains and chills,
With bombshells and with leaden pills.

Thus men throughout the South are armed,
Their hearts by freedom steeled and warmed;
And should one man refuse to fight,
The ladies will their courage slight.

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Trust to luck, Alabama! and end as it may,
Better death than submit to fanatical sway;
No compromise now, the solemn words have gone
forth

Which declare we are free from the traitorous North.
We seek no revenge, and would part without strife,
But if war they must have, why, then war to the
knife!

Trust to luck, Alabama! prolong the loud shout, Three cheers for our State, boys; she is out! she is out!

Trust to luck, Alabama! and heed not the boast
Of superior numbers-our cause is a host;
We fight for the homesteads our fathers bequeathed,
Who died to defend them, with victory wreathed.

Like our sires, we will venture our all on the fight.
Trust to luck, Alabama! God sides with the right!
Trust to luck, Alabama! prolong the loud shout!
Three cheers for our State, boys; she is out! she is
out!

BANNER SONG.

BY WILLIAM H. HOLCOMBE, M.D.
See! our banner floating high,
Star in freedom's shining sky;
Soldiers! follow it or die-

Star of death or victory!

Beauty's hands its tissues wove,
Glory lends its aid to love;
Honor, truth, and God approve;
Comrades! follow it or die!

At the tyrant's call arrayed
Hireling troops our land invade;
Dear Virginia cries for aid!

Answer, cheering to her cry!

Forward! spirits brave and true!
Forward! till the foe's in view!
Death is the invader's due;

Death to hateful tyranny!

Soldiers! march at duty's call,
Meet the bayonet and the ball;
Front the cannon, scale the wall,

Shouting, Death or liberty!

Nations watch with eager eyes;
He who lives shall share the prize;
He is doubly crowned who dies.

Free or dead, be this our cry!

Fame! inspire us with thy charm;
Angels! shield our souls from harm;
Just our cause and strong our arm;

Forward, comrades! Do or die!

INCIDENTS OF THE FIGHT WITH MOSBY.

resistance been offered, it is believed that the train could have been saved and all the rebels captured. As it was, the guerrillas destroyed the cars, ten in number, and then, anticipating a visit from Stahel's cavalry, made off in the direction of Auburn. Meanwhile, Colonel Mann, of the Seventh Michigan cavalry, who was in command of the portion of Stahel's cavalry at Bristow, hearing the firing, started with portions of the Fifth New-York, First Vermont, and Seventh Michigan, to learn the cause. Taking the precaution to send the Fifth New-York, Captain A. H. Hasbrouck commanding, across the country to Auburn to intercept the retreat, he followed up the railroad until the sight of the burning train told that portion of the story. Leaving the burning train, Colonel Mann followed the track of the retreating foe, and soon heard the sound of cannon toward Greenwich, indicating that Captain Hasbrouck, with the Fifth New-York, had either intercepted or come up with the enemy. As it afterward proved, they had come upon their rear, and had been fired upon from the howitzer. Owing to the nature of the ground, the Fifth New-York was unable to deploy, so as to operate effectively, and the enemy again started on the run, closely followed by Captain Hasbrouck and his command. Colonel Mann pressed on to reach the scene of the firing. Learning the particulars of their escape, he divided his force, sending Lieutenant-Colonel Preston, with part of the First Vermont cavalry, to reënforce the Fifth New-York, and with the balance he struck across the country, again hoping to intercept them.

Finding themselves so hotly pressed, the enemy, when near Grapewood Farm, about two miles from Greenwich, took position at the head of a short narrow lane, with high fences on either side, placing the howitzer so as to command the lane, strongly supported by his whole force. The advance of the Fifth NewYork, about twenty-five men, under Lieutenant Elmer Barker, coming up, the Lieutenant determined to charge the gun, fearing if he halted the rebels would again run away. Gallantly riding up the narrow lane, with almost certain death before them, these brave men, bravely led by Lieutenant Barker, dashed with a yell toward the gun. When within about fifty yards the rebels opened fire with grape upon them. The result was three men were killed and seven wounded. FAIRFAX COURT-HOUSE, June 2, 1863. The rebels immediately charged, led by Mosby himTHE sun glistens on a twelve-pound brass howitzer, self. Lientenant Barker, twice wounded in the leg, which, with its limber, occupies a position directly in continued with his handful of men to contest every front of General Stahel's headquarters. The story of inch of the ground, and himself crossed sabres with the gun is this: Made in the year 1859, it was used by Mosby. But numbers told, and several of the Fifth the Union troops at Ball's Bluff, where it fell into the New-York were made prisoners. This gallant fight of hands of the rebels, and since that time has done ser- Lieutenant Barker afforded Colonel Preston an opporvice in the rebel army. After Mosby had been whip-tunity to come up with the First Vermont. Lieutenant ped several times by Stahel's cavalry, this gun was fur- Hazleton was in advance, with about seventy-five men, nished him to redeem his laurels. On Friday night and charged bravely up the lane, the few boys of the last, Mosby, with about one hundred and seventy-five Fifth New-York, who were left, joining the Vermontmen and the howitzer, camped at Greenwich. Early ers. Again and again the gun dealt destruction through Saturday morning they made a hurried march toward the Orange and Alexandria Railroad, which they struck about one and a half miles this side of Catlett's Station. Here they concealed themselves in the woods, placed the howitzer in position, and awaited the arrival of the train from Alexandria, carrying forage and stores to Bealton. As the cars came opposite the ambuscade, a rail adroitly displaced caused the locomotive to run off the track. At this moment a ball from the gun went through the boiler and another pierced the smoke-stack. The guard upon the train were scared by hearing artillery, and beat a hasty retreat, leaving the train at the disposition of the rebels. Had any

the ranks, but nothing could check their impetuosity, and the brave fellows rode over the gun, sabring the gunners, and captured the piece. Sergeant Carey, of the First Vermont, was shot dead by the side of the gun; his brother, a corporal in the same regiment, although his arm was shattered, struck down the gunner as he applied the match for the last time. Mosby and his men fought desperately to recover the gun, but in vain.

Meanwhile Colonel Preston had charged across the fields upon their flank, and the enemy fled in all directions, taking refuge in the thickets, with which they are so familiar. One party attempted to take away

the limber, but it was speedily captured and brought in. The long chase in the hot sun, the desperate fight, and the jaded condition of the horses, prevented further pursuit, which, with the enemy so widely scattered, and with their knowledge of every by-path and thicket,

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DEAR FRIEND:

.. I have not been able to find

would have been almost fruitless. Captain B. S. Has sale of the bonds, though there have been sales herekins, an Englishman, and formerly a Captain in the sell at forty-five cents, but am not willing to sell at tofore, but now no one seems ready to buy. I could Forty-fourth Royal Infantry, who was with Mosby, that figure. I have concluded to deposit them in a was so badly wounded that he has since died. Lieu-house here, to be disposed of at a fair price, and protenant Chapman, formerly of the regular army, who was in charge of the gun, was also dangerously wound-ceed myself to New-York, as we talked of before my ed and paroled on the field, as he could not be removed. not be able to make any shipment to you, [Probably departure from Richmond. Until my return I shall Our loss was four killed and fifteen wounded. The intends to buy goods in New-York.] rebels had six killed, twenty wounded, and lost ten prisoners. All the Fifth New-York who were taken by the rebels were re-captured.

of the South, but I do not think it exists any further The feeling here by residents seems to be in favor than dollars and cents are concerned. They are all making money out of the war, and do not care, in my opinion, how long it may last. As to England of the South, on account of the gallantry shown by herself, from what I can see and hear, she is in favor Southern soldiers, and would be willing to recognize her, providing she would emancipate her slaves, which Yours, very truly,

The result of this fight: is more disastrous to the rebels than the previous engagements. The Southern Confederacy will not be apt to trust Mr. Mosby with other guns if he cannot take better care of them than he has of this one. The enemy was beaten by about the same force, in a position chosen by themselves, and defended by a howitzer. Their killed and wound ed outnumber ours, and the howitzer is ready to be turned against them at the earliest opportunity. The conduct of officers and men is highly commended by Colonel Mann in his official report to General Stahel, THE EXPEDITION UP THE YAZOO.-The following exand the gallantry of the charges of the Fifth New-tracts are from a letter of an officer dated Haines's York and the First Vermont is deserving mention.

REBEL LETTERS CAPTURED.-A rebel mail-bag was found on board the blockade runner Calypso, from which the following letters were taken:

A GEORGIA MERCHANT TO, HIS PARTNERS.

can never be done.

HENRY WOODWARD.

Bluff, Miss., June 1, 1863, and which to-day was re-
Iceived in this city:

"We reached here yesterday, after a week's march up between the Black and Yazoo Rivers. The object of the expedition was to destroy the resources of the country, to prevent the enemy from subsisting their armies, and to drive out any force he might have in that region, and if possible to ascertain if the enemy was concentrating in any considerable force for the purpose of raising the siege of Vicksburgh. We had six brigades, numbering something over ten thousand men.

"We have marched over one hundred miles in a week, during the hottest kind of weather. We destroyed all the forage, and supplies, and cotton, and drove off all the cattle, horses, and mules between the two lines for a distance of fifty miles. We met no considerable body of the enemy, and had only one or two slight skirmishes, but we ascertained where the enemy were concentrating, and gained much valuable information, which may be of use hereafter.

NASSAU, Sunday, June 7. DEAR BROTHER: . . . If I am not mistaken, some of the blockade-runners will lose a pile of money, as confederate money is becoming at such a discount they cannot get price enough on the goods to pay the difference of exchange, as all goods have to be paid in gold or sterling exchange, and all freights prepaid, and then take all chances of getting them through, besides paying duties on them at Charleston. Some of the blockade men think the next steamer from Dixie will bring bad news, and there will be a much great er discount on confederate money-say seven hundred dollars or eight hundred dollars for one hundred dol"The Commanding General having reported to Gen." lars in gold, and my opinion is it will soon be worth-eral Grant, the latter came this morning to Haines's less. Yesterday I bought here (Nassau) five hundred Bluff, and seemed well satisfied with our operations. dollars in confederate money at four cents on the dol-It was made our painful but imperative duty to destroy lar, and some was sold here for even a greater discount. So you can see what the people here think of Dixie money, and in fact no one here will take it at any price for goods or for freight money; and if I had a million of gold dollars I would not invest one dollar here and take the chances of getting through and take confederate money.

If you have any confederate money on hand when you receive this, get clear of it on the best terms you possibly can, and in future do not take any more confederate money, only at what you can sell it for gold, and turn it into gold as soon as you receive it. The best investment of confederate money is good sterling exchange, the next is gold or silver, and the next is cotton, for, sooner or later, I am confident confederate money will not be worth the paper it is made on, although I may be mistaken.

Yours truly,

S. B. JAQUES.

every thing, corn, cotton, meat, mills, and cotton-gins, that we could find, sparing only dwellings, and a small supply of provisions for each family.

"This is bringing the war home to their people, and making them realize their own crime in bringing its calamities upon the country. The command will rest here for a day or so, and then return to Vicksburgh, which cannot hold out very long against our forces. They can raise no force to make us give up the siege.'

MUNCHAUSENIANA.

HOUSTON, TEXAS, May 23. — A reliable officer of Colonel Bates's regiment, who arrived last evening, brings the information that before he left Columbia a courier arrived from Corpus Christi with information that General Magruder had fitted out several small steamers at that place and attacked the blockading

fleet. He succeeded in sinking two of the enemy's vessels, capturing fifteen prisoners, and raising the blockade. Hurrah for the horse marines! Hurrah for Magruder!-Houston Telegraph, May 26.

HEROISM OF MISS SCHWARTZ.

GENERAL BROWN'S ORDER.

Weed's fierce artillery foremost in fight; Rebels! prepare ye for death or for flight: Weed's fierce artillery, dreaded of old, Belching destruction-refulgent as gold.

On toward the Round Top, revolve the strong wheels,
Spurned is the ground by the war-horses' heels;
Ploughed is the furrow with shrapnel and ball,
Little avails them the field's friendly wall.

HEADQUARTERS, DISTRICT OF CENTRAL MO., Lee's serried ranks are mowed down as the corn

JEFFERSON CITY, August 9, 1863.

GENERAL ORDERS No. 42.

On the night of the sixth inst. a party of bushwhackers, some three in number, visited the house of a Mr. Schwartz, about twelve miles from Jefferson City, in Cole County, and on demanding admittance they were refused by Miss Schwartz, a young lady of fifteen. They replied they would come in, at the same time trying to break down the door. While this was going on, the other inmates of the house, namely, Mr. Schwartz, John Wise, Captain Golden, Government horse-dealer, and a young man in his employ, all left, taking with them (as they supposed) all the arms and ammunition. In their hasty retreat they left behind a revolver, which Miss Schwartz appropriated to her own use. She went to the door, and on opening it presented the pistol to the leader of the gang, telling them to "Come on, if they wanted to, and that some of them should fall, or she would." They threatened to kill her if she did not leave the door, She replied: "The first one who takes one step toward this door dies, for this is the home of my parents, and my brothers and sisters, and I am able to and shall defend it." Seeing that she was determined in her purpose, and after holding a consultation together, they left.

Here is an instance of true courage; a young girl of fifteen years of age, after all the inmates of the house, even her father, had fled, leaving her alone to her fate, with a courage worthy a Joan of Arc, boldly defended her native home against three blood-thirsty and cowardly ruffians, and by her coolness and heroic daring succeeded in turning them from their hellish designs.

It is with feelings of no ordinary pride and pleasure the Commanding General announces this act to the citizens and soldiers in his district. On the other hand, those miserable cowards who deserted this brave girl in the hour of danger, flying from the house, leaving her to her fate, are unworthy the name of men, deserve the scorn and contempt of the community at large, and whose society should be shunned by every one who has the least spark of honor or bravery with them. By order of Brigadier-Gen. BROWN.

HEROES OF GETTYSBURGH.

HARRISBURGH, PA., Nov. 8, 1863. FRANK MOORE, ESQ.: DEAR SIR: Perhaps this is too late. Perhaps it is not good enough to appear in the REBELLION RECORD. It is nevertheless true, and although its author does not pretend to be a poet, he would wish to record the instance, the singularity of which may attract readers to it, and cause it to be remembered. The hero, Weed, was a citizen of New-York. Hazlett I know nothing except that he was a dear friend of Weed's, and in the same regiment, the Fifth United States artillery, a First Lieutenant, and appointed from Ohio.

AN INCIDENT AT GETTYSBURGH.

"On to the Round Top!" cried Sykes to his men;
"On to the Round Top !" was echoed again;
"On to the Round Top !" said noble Steve Weed;
Now comes the hour for the Southron to bleed.

Of

Falls 'neath the cradle on hot harvest morn.
Bold Mississippians, pause and take breath,
Weed is before you beside him is death!
On to the Round Top ! the Round Top we gain!
Falls gallant Weed from a ball-is he slain?
Prone on the earth, he lies heavily sighing,
Near him lie gallant men wounded and dying.
«Hither, my friend-I have something to say.
"Hazlett, come hither," sighed Weed as he lay;
Hazlett rushed forward, bent down, raised his head-
Whistles a minié-ball-Hazlett is dead!

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Dead ere Weed uttered the words he would speak;
Dead are both heroes on field, cheek to cheek;
Mingling their dying thoughts-their dying breath;
Grasped by each other-united in death.

Thus fell the gallant artill'ry men twain
In the supreme hour of victory slain,
Just as the Round Top was won from the foe,
And rebels shall never recover that blow.

Long may History's muse her fair pages adorn
With the names of the heroes who fell on that morn;
Who fell for the Union--for Freedom who fell
Let Fame sound her trumpet proclaiming who fell.
ANONYMOUS.

The verses are not worth having a name affixed to them. For the facts, however, I am responsible, they having been related to me by an officer of the United States army, in whom I have I am respectfully yours,

entire confidence.

HARRISBURGH, PA.

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God's will be doneGod bless them all! For such have won

Half, ere their call!

There woman stands
With clonic hands!
Such woes infest
Her tender breast;
Her eyelids drip,
While the dumb lip
Essays in vain
To crush its pain
'Neath smiling mask-
Self-cruel task!

In vain, in vain-
Hearts cannot feign
When their full swell
Bursts with farewell!
That buried face,
That shrieking phrase,
That dismal chill

As horrors thrill

All, all confess

A keen distress!

And while thus wildly quakes her woe
Drum, drum, drum!
On they go!
Drum!

And loudly throbs that solemn beat
Of martial lines of measured feet
Down, down the stony street;
And to every ear and every heart
There throbs a truth, with subtle art,
A truth, the patriot's sacred trust,
That nerves his arm till brought to dust,
"Pledge cordial hand, true heart and all,
United stand; divided fall!"

Drum!

II.

Drum!

Drum! drum! drum! drum!

Drum!

On they come.

Here where the foe in grim array
Await the van to hew and slay,
Theirs the gory way!

And the horrid yell
And fearful hell
Of shot and shell
Begin the fight
Of Wrong and Right!
Hot flame and fire,
Wild rancor, ire,
Convulsive breath
And swifter death!
Austere endeavor
Or now or never
With fiendish will
To mar and kill!
God's image, cheap
In frequent heap,
Is rent and torn
And wildly borne
Piece, piece from piece,
With hell's caprice!
Oh! how shells shiver!
And torn trunks quiver!

From lip and breast
With frightful zest
The curse and gore
Their tides outpour;
The hands now clutch
Breasts, that too much
Of anguish bear-
As 'twere to tear
Their pulses out,
While torrents spout
Anew-the tone

"Twixt sigh and moan-
The dismal fear
That death is near-
The mental strife
'Gainst waning life-
The sudden bound
Up from the ground-
The choking gasp,
The loosened grasp
And the cold eye
Glares 'gainst the sky!

Drum! drum! drum!

On they go !

Blow on, blow!
Drum!

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