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impressed into their service. Two black fellows of herculean frame were shot dead by the Union pickets. They were "armed and equipped as the law directs," and had a couple of splendid Enfield rifles, with a finer finish than any of our arms. A rebel sergeant, belonging to the Eleventh Virginia, was captured. He was a handsome, athletic, and very intelligent fellow, who undertook to fight against great odds. How he strayed from his companions, I am at a loss to say. Somebody said, when the prisoner was inclined to be saucy: "Hang him up to a tree." The rebel gazed on him with a defiant scowl, saying, "It would take a better man than you to do it. I am a gentleman, I am," said he, and then his eyes were blindfolded, and he was led to the General's headquarters. No information could be gained from him, and he was sent to Fortress Monroe. I have to record that the Seventh Maine had one man killed and three wounded during the foray. There were seven holes in the dead body of the Union picket, and after he was down, the niggers whom we killed stabbed him with their bayonets. The affair soon ended, and quietness was once more observed along our front.

AN INTERESTING INCIDENT.-In the Freshman class at Harvard, last year, was a Washington, from Virginia, the nearest relative of the General, bearing the name of George, and born on the twenty-second of Febru ary. He was a youth of excellent principles, a communicant in the Episcopal Church, and respected and beloved by his class-mates. On the breaking out of difficulties, he left Cambridge; not for any sympathy with secession, for he was strongly against it, in all his feelings; but because he thought it his duty to be near his mother, a widow, whose estate lay in the threatened portion of the border. Soon afterward others of his class left college, to join the Massachusetts regiments.

A few days after the battle of Winchester, one of these young men, Lieut. Crowninshield, of the Massachusetts Second regiment, was walking through the wards of the hospital, then filled largely with rebel officers and soldiers, and heard his familiar college nick-name, "Crowny, Crowny," called by a feeble voice from one of the beds. He went to it, and there -pale, faint, shot through the lungs by a musketball lay his class-mate, young Washington. It is needless to say that every thing possible was done for him. The mother was allowed to take her son home for maternal care. We believe he was an only son. We have heard that he has since died. If so, he was a victim to this conspiracy; we have reason to believe never a willing traitor.-Boston Journal.

SONGS OF THE REBELS.

THE MARYLANDER AT MANASSAS.

A FACT.

Dusty and weary I laid me down

To take my rest on the blood-wet ground.
I lay on that field with invaders strewn,
On the spot where we lately a path had hewn.
My reeking Bowie in its bloody sheath
I hid the fold of my coat beneath.

My head on my Minie with bayonet fixed;
In my thoughts were joy and sorrow mixed.

Joy for our glorious victory won,
Sorrow for we'd lost full many a one,

Who for the South had bravely died,
And gallantly stemmed the battle's tide.
What recked I, though the dead lay there,
The gray-haired sire and son so fair.

A wearied soldier, at set of sun
I took my rest, my duty done.

I cared not whether 'mid the dead,
Or living the exile found his bed.

I could not sleep, for thick and fast
Came o'er me, thoughts of the battle past.
I thought how many a weary league
We'd hurried on, nor felt fatigue.

To save our cause of all bereft
If the vile Yankees broke "Our Left!"
In thoughts I saw brave Elzey stand,
As when he called on Maryland!

I saw his falchion shine as bright,
As erst it did amid the fight.
Again I heard his voice ring out,
Our battle-cry above the rout.

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"Now for old Maryland, CHARGE!
And then we made an opening large.

Again I stood among the first,
Who through the Northern ranks had burst.
Again I felt the battle's glow,
Which warring veterans only know.
But soon I found upon me creep,
The thing of all most wished for, sleep.
I rested well, and woke refreshed,
Like the "Old Dominion " just seceshed.
With half-shut eyes around did peer,
And saw two Hessians plundering near.
The fiends were robbing their brethren slain,
Who lay thick strewn on Manassas plain.

I kept my place on that field of fear,
Until the recreants came more near.

When sudden uprising, with rifle ready, My nerves well strung, my hand full steady; "Stand!" I cried, in a gruff hoarse voice, "Stand, or die, come take your choice!" "Oh valiant victor let us live,

To you we'll all of our booty give,

If you'll let us go to our Yankee home,
We'll swear no more in Secessia to roam;

We fought for bread, we but wished to give
Means to our families still to live.
For famine dark sat on each face,
And misery did our hearts debase;
Then gallant Southron let us go,
We'll be no more to you a foe."

"So, cowards, that's the game you play,
First try to kill, but foiled, then sneak away;

You fear to brave the battle's brunt,
Yet 'mong the dead for dollars hunt.

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Sumter, and Bethel, and Bull Run

Witnessed fierce battles fought and won,
By aid of Power Divine:

We met the foe, who us defied,
In all his pomp, in all his pride,
"Manasseh's mine!"
Shouting:

It was not thine, thou boasting foe!
We laid thy vandal legions low

We made them bite the sod:
At Lexington the braggart yields,
Leesburgh, Belmont and other fields-
Still help us, mighty God!

Thou smiledst on the patriot seven-
Thou smilest on the brave eleven

Free, independent States;
Their number thou wilt soon increase,
And bless them with a lasting peace,

Within their happy gates.

No more shall violence then be heard, Wasting, destruction no more feared In all this Southern land: "Praise," she her gates devoutly calls, "Salvation," her Heaven-guarded walls

What shall her power withstand? "The little one," by heavenly aid, "A thousand is - the small one made, "A nation-oh! how strong!"

Jehovah, who the right befriends,
Jehovah, who our flag defends,
Is hastening it along!

THERE'S LIFE IN THE OLD LAND YET!

BY JAS. R. RANDALL, OF BALTIMORE.
Author of "Maryland, My Maryland."

By blue Patapsco's billowy dash,
The tyrant's war-shout comes,
Along with the cymbal's fitful clash,

And the growl of his sullen drums.

We hear it! we heed it, with vengeful thrills,
And we shall not forgive or forget;

There's faith in the streams, there's hope in the

hills,

There's life in the old land yet!

Minions! we sleep, but we are not dead;

We are crushed, we are scourged, we are scarred;

We crouch'tis to welcome the triumph tread
Of the peerless BEAUREGARD.

Then woe to your vile, polluting horde
When the Southern braves are met,
There's faith in the victor's stainless sword,
There is life in the old land yet!

Bigots! ye quell not the valiant mind,
With the clank of an iron chain,

The spirit of freedom sings in the wind,
O'er Merryman, Thomas, and Kane;
And we, though we smite not, and not thralls,
We are piling a gory debt;

While down by McHenry's dungeon-walls,
There's life in the old land yet!

Our women have hung their harps away,
And they scowl on your brutal bands,
While the nimble poignard dares the day,

In their dear defiant hands.

They will strip their tresses to string our bows, Ere the Northern sun is set;

There's faith in their unrelenting woes,

There's life in the old land yet!

There's life, though it throbbeth in silent veins,

'Tis vocal without noise,

It gushed o'er Manassas' solemn plains,
From the blood of the MARYLAND BOYS!
That blood shall cry aloud, and rise
With an everlasting threat,

By the death of the brave, by the God in the skies,
There's life in the old land yet!

A WOMAN APPOINTED MAJOR.-Governor Yates has paid a rather unusual but merited compliment to Mrs. Reynolds, wife of Lieut. Reynolds, of company A, Seventeenth Illinois, and a resident of this city. Mrs. Reynolds has accompanied her husband through the greater part of the campaign through which the Seventeenth has passed, sharing with him the dangers and privation of a soldier's life. She was present at the battle of Pittsburgh Landing, and like a ministering angel, attended to the wants of as many of the wounded and dying soldiers as she could, thus winning the gratitude and esteem of the brave fellows by whom she was surrounded.

Gov. Yates, hearing of her heroic and praiseworthy

conduct, presented her with a commission as Major in the army, the document conferring the well-merited honor being made out with all due formality, and having attached the great seal of the State. Probably no lady in America will ever again have such a distinguished military honor conferred upon her. Mrs. Reynolds is now in this city, and leaves to join her regiment in a day or two.-Peoria Transcript.

GENERAL MCCLELLAN'S SPEECHES ON THE BATTLEFIELD.-Gen. McClellan made several short speeches to the soldiers of his army on the field, after the battle of Williamsburgh. To the men of the Fifth Wisconsin regiment he said:

"My Lads: I have come to thank you for the bravery and discipline you displayed the other day. On that day you won laurels of which you may ever be proud-not only you, but the army, the State, and the country to which you belong. Through you we won the day, and Williamsburgh' shall be inscribed upon your banner. I cannot thank you too much, and I am sure the reputation your gallantry has already received will always be maintained."

To the Seventh Maine regiment he said:

"Soldiers of the Seventh Maine: I have come to thank you for your bravery and good conduct in the action of yesterday. On this battle-plain you and your comrades arrested the progress of the advancing enemy, and turned the tide of victory in our favor. You have deserved well of your country and your State, and in their gratitude they will not forget to bestow upon you the thanks and praise so justly your due. Continue to show the conduct of yesterday, and the triumph of our cause will be speedy and sure. In recognition of your merit you shall hereafter bear the inscription Williamsburgh' on your colors.

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"Soldiers, my words are feeble, but from the bottom of my heart I thank you."

To the Thirty-third New-York regiment he addressed the following:

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"Officers and Soldiers of the Thirty-third : come to thank you in person for your good conduct and bravery on the fifth of May. I will say to you, as I have said to the other regiments engaged with you at that part of the field, that all did well-did all that I could have expected. The other troops engaged elsewhere fought well and did their whole duty too; but you won the day, and to you and your comrades belongs the credit of the victory of Williamsburgh.

"You acted like veterans! Veterans of many battles could not have done better. You shall have 'Williamsburgh' inscribed upon your flag. I have accorded the same privilege to the other regiments engaged with you.

"You have won for yourselves a name that will last you through life.

"Soldiers, again I thank you."

"A light had been seen some distance ahead, but had disappeared at the moment we slipped anchor. We crowded on steam and shaped our course in the direction indicated by the lookout. In a few minutes the light was again reported from the mast-head, and was soon seen distinctly from the paddle-boxes. I looked for it in vain for a long time, and strained my eyes in the dark until I saw half a dozen lights; but we soon came near enough for us to see the vessel itself, and we went after her with all the speed we could command-some seven or eight knots. As we ap proached the object, though still three or four miles off, all hands were much excited, as we took her to be the Isabel trying to run in with a cargo of ammunition. At length we got closer, and as we gained upon her our pivot-gun was made to bear on the lights and fired, immediately followed by our forward battery. As the smoke cleared away the lights became dimmer. Shot after shot we fired, still keeping up the chase. Blue lights shone from the chase. Never mind that, keep on firing, if she is all right she ought to heave to; fire on her until we see that we are gaining on her.' The order was obeyed, and soon we found ourselves gaining, and the bright lights showed us that the strange steamer was lying broadside on, hove to. "Then we showed a light, and our captain asked: What steamer is that?'

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"The United States steamer Oriental, with troops for Port Royal.'

"What are you doing at Charleston, then? "We didn't know we were so close inshore,' was the reply.

"Send your Captain aboard.'

"The Captain of the Oriental then came aboard, and after he left we heard that they were very much frightened, for our shot came all around them, and the last shot we fired went directly over their quarterdeck, obliging every one in that vicinity to dodge it to save their heads. They took us for the Nashville, and that was the reason they did not stop at first."

ONE Sanderson, of Orleans County, New-York, makes this proposition through the columns of the Rochester Democrat:

"The undersigned is willing to enter into an agree ment to build two steam battering-rams for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, ($150,000,) and whip any war vessel now afloat without firing a gun or losing a man; then for seventy-five thousand dollars, ($75,000,) he will build four rams, and whip the two first without firing a gun or losing a man on either side; then for fifty thousand dollars, ($50,000,) be will build eight rams, and whip the four without firing a gun or losing a man on either side; then for twenty-five thousand dollars, ($25,000,) he will build a caloric pony, and place on its back a battery, and do

These regiments are all in Gen. Hancock's brigade. more fighting with it than any regiment of infantry

THE FLORIDA AND THE ORIENTAL.

A correspondent gives the following account of this affair:

"On the night of the twenty-third of March, all was still on deck, as I have described, when suddenly, about half an hour after I had turned in, I heard the call to quarters, the anchor slipped, the chain splash as it fell into the water, and the bell strike four-go

ahead fast.'

that is now in the field, and, by so doing, demonstrate the fact that the day has come when nations can disband their armies and navies, and, comparatively speaking, do all their fighting by caloric or steam.”

FOR LIVERPOOL DIRECT.

THE A 2 very fast steamer Nashville, two thousand one hundred tons burthen, Pegram master, having been thoroughly repaired and put in complete running order, has commenced her regular trips between Beau

GIDEON WELLES,
Secretary of the Navy.

fort, N. C., and Liverpool, Eng. For freight or pas- to be the facts of the case. Mr. Terry, a relative of sage apply to the Captain on board, or to the deceased, has been down as far as our lines extend, in order, if possible, to obtain the body of his murdered friend, but failed in his efforts. He learned that the body was buried near the road-side, between Manassas and Gordonsville; but he was warned not to go to the place, as the rebel pickets were still lurking near the spot.-Pittsburgh Express, April 1.

WASHINGTON, D. C., April 1, 1862. -Boston Traveller, April 1.

A SECESSION TROPHY.-The following, says the Cin

cinnati Gazette, is a copy of a letter found on a rebel soldier captured at Bowling Green. In it was the ring so particularly spoken of:

THRILLING INCIDENT.-An officer who was on the Cumberland writes that the scenes on board were heart-breaking. Two of the gunners at the bow-guns, when the ship was sinking, clasped their guns in their arms, and would not be removed, and went down embracing them. One gunner had both his legs shot away; but he made three steps on his bloody thighs, dead. Another lost both arms and legs, yet lived; and when they would assist him, cried out: "Back to your guns, boys! Give 'em fits! Hurrah for the flag!" He lived till she sank.-Lansing (N. Y.) Republican, April 2.

"to Sis: this ring was made by me the lead was A bullett that killed colonel Slocum of the 71s N. Y. regiment. I taken this out of his head my self and made this ring out of it Sis you will keep this for me until I return and if you keep it for me you will oblige me and if I never live to get back sis keep it in mem-seized the lanyard and fired his gun, falling back ory of me dont loose it if I live to get back I intend to have it plated and if I never do get back sis you will have it plated and keep it the Bullett that killed Colonel Slocum of the 71s New-York regiment he was a brave man but on the wrong side A hotheaded Abo- | litionist so Enough About the ring."

A STORY OF GENERAL SIGEL-On the return of Gen. Fremont's army from the South-west, Sigel comYANKEE MANAGEMENT.-The following letter pub-manded the division that came by Lebanon to Rolla. lished in the Marblehead, Mass., Ledger, describes a A few miles this side of Lebanon, the army encamped shrewd Yankee trick:

"UNITED STATES BRIG BOHIO, Sunday, March 9, 1862. "DEAR PARENTS: The Bohio has been at work again. Yesterday, at six A.M., we sighted a schooner in the horizon, hoisted the Spanish ensign, and she did the same, but as soon as we ran up the Stars and Stripes she hauled to the wind and tried to escape; we put on sail after sail, till we had twenty-one sail set; but the schooner was a smart sailer, and we did not gain any. We then run out the guns, and fired two shots at her, but she did not mind it. The Captain ordered the sails to be wet down, and they were drenched, and we began to come up with her. At last we resorted to strategy, and rigged a 'smoke-stack' amidships, and built a fire, and soon had steam on.' As soon as she saw this, she hove to, thinking we were a steamer, and would soon catch her. We boarded her, and found her to be the Henry Travers, of Nassau, N. P., and on the same errand as the other prize, namely, to run the blockade. She has a cargo of coffee and soap, and her papers show her to be worth $50,000. We are now on the way to the South-west Pass with her; she had been boarded before by the Kingfisher and allowed to go. We had a chase of eight hours, capturing her at two P.M."

REBEL HUMANITY.-A Mr. Showers, who was an unoffending citizen of Fairfax County, Va., and a Union man, owning a fine farm, where he has been residing for many years, about half-way between Fairfax CourtHouse and Vienna, was taken by the rebel troops, about the time they were evacuating Centreville, and forced to march on foot with the same rapidity with which they beat their retreat on horseback. So rapid and exhausting was the march that he began to falter, when the inhuman savages, with a brutality which would have done justice to the wild Indians, spurred him on at the point of the bayonet, until the poor man dropped down dead in the road. We obtained these facts through a person who recently escaped from the clutches of the rebels, and who knows these

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over night on the farm of a man who was in sympathy with the rebellion, and his fence-rails were all burned for fire-wood, and his farm stripped of whatever was useful and necessary to subsist the troops and horses of the train. In the morning, the farmer came with a large bill of damages, and asked for payment. The quartermaster came to Gen. Sigel to know what should be done about it. Col. Wormoth was present, and the General asked him whether the man was a loyal citizen. The Colonel replied that he was a conditional Union man at first, but that he had afterwards sympathized with the rebellion. Turning to the quartermaster, Gen. Sigel then replied: "Mr. Quartermaster, then you sympathize with the Government." It is hardly necessary to add that the secesh farmer did not obtain what he came for.-Baltimore American, April 2.

rebel camp at Centreville, Va., was the following will: A REBEL RELIC.-Among the papers found in the

Nineteenth regiment Virginia volunteers, do hereby "My Will.-I, C. C. Wortenbaker, Adjutant of the bequeath this residence, with shovel and tongs, andirons, pictures, bedstead, bolster, shelf, pigoon-holes, two barrels, four sticks of wood, and crockery-ware, to the adjutant of the first Yankee regiment that occupies this camp, hoping soon to meet him at sword's length. I hereunto affix my hand, this - day of C. C. WORTENBAKER,

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"Adjutant Nineteenth Regiment Virginia Volunteers." Charles Wortenbaker is the son of the librarian at

the University of Virginia. — Baltimore American, April 2.

HEROIC CHAPLAINS.-We gather several reported instances of heroic devotion on the part of chaplains. They are not exceptional instances. We doubt not that a weekly record longer than this, and as conspicuous, could be presented, if we only could know the facts of the life of our chaplains:

At the battle of Roanoke Island, the Rev. Mr. James, of Worcester, Mass., when the officers were shot down

around a gun, sprang forward, encouraged the men, and worked in the midst of them as a gunner.

The Rev. John L. Lenhart, the chaplain of the Cumberland, remained at his post with the surgeons among the wounded, and went down with his ship, nobly dying at the post of duty. Brother Lenhart was a Methodist minister, and had been in the navy since 1847. He was greatly beloved by the officers and crew of the Cumberland.

The Rev. Orlando N. Benton, Chaplain of the NewYork Fifty-first, fell at the battle of the Neuse, near Newbern. He was a Presbyterian pastor at Apalachin, Tioga County, N. Y.-New-York Examiner.

FEELING AMONG THE NORTH-CAROLINA TROOPS.

A private letter, found in the intrenchments at Newbern, N. C., after the flight of the rebels, lets more light than these productions usually do upon the state of feeling in the rebel camps. The document is dated, "Camp Lee, Newbern, Craven County, N. C., March

10," and the writer says:

treme left, supported by the One Hundred and Tenth Pennsylvania, took into the field about two hundred men, of whom nearly fifty were killed or wounded. Major Barrett, son of Judge Barrett, of your State, commanded the regiment, and won for himself the high honor of receiving the personal thanks of his General. The first shots fired grazed Major Barrett's coat, and carried some of the cloth away. The balance of his coat is full of holes, as is also the pummel of his saddle. The Eighty-fourth is at present without any field-officers with the exception of the Major. Col Murray was killed at the first battle of Winchester, and Lieut.-Col. McDowell resigned before the fight at Front Royal. Major Barrett has gone to Harrisburgh, to see Gov. Curtin, and have him appoint a man to the coloneley. Major Barrett should be promoted to the lieutenant-coloneley, for he has now been in three fights, in two of which he commanded the regiment, and has always been highly complimented by his supe rior officers for his bravery and soldierly qualities. the battle, which are well worthy of note here.

There were several little incidents connected with

While Lieut. Robinson was directing the firing of

"We have got the Raleigh Register here, and it says the Northern and Southern Congresses are both his pieces, in the vicinity of the bridge, he was ap trying for peace, and that Col. Charles C. Lee has or- proached by a man in citizen's dress, who ordered ders not to pay any more fifty dollar bounty to regu-him to take his battery across the bridge, and plant it on the other side. He was preparing to do so, when some one informed him that it was a piece of treachery of the rebels, and the man who ordered it to be done was none other than Gen. Jackson himself.

lars until further orders. I also heard a man belonging to the cavalry say yesterday, that he believed by the first of July, two thirds of the Southern people would be back in the Union, and peace would be made. "There are plenty of Yankees here. We have two bridges to guard, and they have both been set on fire, but the guard discovered it in time to prevent dam-charge of a section of it, not to leave his pieces alone. age. Seven Yankees were arrested near here, yesterday, and several others were taken this morning. Our troops also had a little brush near High Point, and killed eight and took forty Union men prisoners.

"If peace can't be made shortly, I think we will be the worst whipped men you ever saw, for I see no chance for us to whip the Yankees. Drafting has been going on here."

IN the battle of Roanoke Island was a private named Earle, belonging to one of the Rhode Island regiments. The night before going into battle, he sat up till twelve or one o'clock, reading aloud to his fellows Conway's Rejected Stone. When he engaged in the fight next morning, he had the book in his breast-pocket. During the engagement, a rifle-ball struck him full in the breast, and would have made short work of him but for the Rejected Stone, which turned the ball and saved his life.-Boston Transcript, April 5.

INCIDENTS OF THE LATE BATTLE AT PORT REPUBLIC.

According to the numbers engaged on both sides, the battle at Port Republic was one of the most desperately contested battles of the war. Our whole force did not number over two thousand five hundred men, with about twelve pieces of artillery, and yet for four hours they kept twenty-three regiments of infantry, with numerous batteries of artillery, at bay, and at last, when forced to retreat, did so for the most part in good order. If the balance of Shields's division had arrived at the scene of action in time, the rebels would have been routed and their whole force either dispersed or captured. As it was, there was a great blunder committed, but by whom I am not prepared to say.

Capt. Robinson, when he planted his battery at the bridge, ordered his brother, Lieut. Robinson, who had A few minutes later, the rebels, with an overwhelming force, made a desperate charge, and our troops broke that all was lost, drew his revolver and sat on his and deserted the battery. Lieut. Robinson, seeing piece waiting for the rebels. This was the last seen of him, and it was supposed that he was killed while defending his gun.

Sergeant-Major Goldsborough, of the Eighty-fourth, and several other officers and men of the Eighty-fourth, personally distinguished themselves by acts of bravery. I have not said much of the One Hundred and Tenth Pennsylvania, for it needed no praise of mine. It won imperishable honors on that memorable day, and Pennsylvania may well be proud of it and its gallant commander. Every one accords to Col W. D. Lewis the high qualities of a noble leader and a brave soldier. He was always at the head of his men cheering them on, and praising them for their steadiness and valor. I do not know how many men he lost, but it is thought that the number is not very large.

Among the "Knights of the Quill" in town is Rev. Z. Ragan, of the Steubenville (Ohio) True American, Mr. Ragan is the proprietor of that paper, and has done columns. He is the chaplain of the Twenty-fifth Ohio good work for the cause of the Union through its regiment in Gen. Fremont's division. He is now on his

beloved as an urbane gentleman and a devoted Christway to the scene of his labors, where he is universally

ian.

J. M. C.

SOUTHERN LADIES AND YANKEE TOES.- Our cor respondent down the Mississippi sends us numerous little trophies captured in the late expedition up the Yazoo, as described in his letter, published in this paper on Friday last.

If any body doubts the barbarism existing in the South, and the reported mutilation of the bodies of The Eighty-fourth Pennsylvania, which held the ex- | Northern soldiers by the rebels, the originals of the

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