of the immortal Eleventh Illinois, was killed in the morning fight of the fifteenth inst. He was a brother of Frank W. Bedard, of the St. Charles Hotel, at Cairo. His bravery and coolness on the field during a most terrific fire from the enemy are spoken of in the most praiseworthy terms by officers and men. His only attention during the severest of the fight appeared to be in keeping his men in line, and prevent disorder in the ranks, moving along in the face of the foe, watching with a jealous care his men in charge, as on he pushed, loading, firing, and re-loading his piece.-Louisville Journal. THE SOUTHERN STATES OF AMERICA.-The representative of a Liverpool house has engaged a number of engravers, lithographers, and copper-plate printers, to proceed to the Southern States of America. They have been engaged for three years, and are to receive each from three to six pounds per week. So secret was the whole affair managed, that none of them knew how they were to be conveyed to their destination, nor what particular "business" they were to carry out, nor who were the real employers. All they were informed was that they were to be ready to start on Friday night last, and that a certain firm in Liverpool would guarantee their wages and expenses, they having power to break the bargain at the end of any of the years. Is is surmised that they are to be employed in a confederate states government printingoffice, to print paper-money. - North-British Mail, Feb. 1862. TOUCHING INCIDENT.-An example of almost superhuman endurance and spirit, as related by Dr. Voorhies, of Mississippi, a gentleman far too intelligent and skilful to be engaged in such a cause otherwise than in alleviating its miseries, is as follows: "When at the bombardment of Fort Henry, a young Wisconsin boy, who had by some means been made a prisoner, had his arm shattered by a ball from our gunboats, he was taken to one of the huts, where Dr. Voorhies attended to him. He had just bared the bone, when an enormous shell came crashing through the hut. The little fellow, without moving a muscle, talked with firmness during the operation of sawing the bone, when another went plunging close by them. The doctor remarked that it was getting too hot for him, and picked the boy up in his arms, and carried him into one of the bomb-proofs, where the operation was completed. The only answer of the Northerner was: If you think this hot, it will be a good deal too hot for you by and by.' And,' says the Doctor, 'I should like to see that boy again. He is the bravest little fellow I ever saw.' - Louisville Journal, March 6. A YOUNG HERO.-The eyes of a youth but twentyone years of age, by name W. N. Bullard, of company A, Eighth Illinois regiment, were closed in death yesterday morning, at the Marine Hospital in this city, by the tender hands of that noble-hearted and faithful woman, Mrs. Caldwell, who has been unwearied in her personal attention to the sick and wounded since the establishment of the Marine as a military hospital for its present purpose. Young Bullard was shot in the breast at Fort Donelson. The ball, a Minie, tore his breast open, and lacerated an artery. He bled internally as well as externally. At every gasp, as his end drew near, the blood spirted from his breast. He ex pired at nine o'clock. Early in the day, when he be came fully aware that he could not live long, he showed that he clung to life, and was loth to leave it; but he cried: "If I could only see my mother-if I could only see my mother before I die, I would be better satisfied." He was conscious to the last moment, almost, and after reminding Mrs. Caldwell that there were several letters for his mother in his portfolio, she breathed words of consolation to him: "You die in a glorious cause-you die for your country." "Yes," replied he, "I am proud to die for my country.”— Cincinnati Commercial, March 5. THE SOUTHERN WAGON.* Come, all ye sons of freedom, and join our Southern band; We're going to fight the enemy, and drive them from our land. Justice is our motto, Providence our guide, So jump in the wagon, and we'll all take a ride. CHORUS. Oh! wait for the wagon, The dissolution; The South is our wagon, And we'll all take a ride. Secession is our watchword, our rights we all demand, And to defend our firesides we pledge our hearts and hand. Jeff Davis is our President, with Stephens by his side; Brave Beauregard, our general, will join us in the ride. Our wagon is plenty big enough, the running-gear is good; It's stuffed around with cotton, and made of Southern wood, Carolina is our driver, with Georgia by her side, Virginia will hold her flag up, and we'll all take a ride. There are Tennessee and Texas also in the ring; They wouldn't have a government where cotton wasn't king. Alabama and Florida have long ago replied; Missouri, North-Carolina, and Arkansas are slow; They must hurry, or we'll leave them, and then what will they do? There's Old Kentucky and Maryland won't make up their mind; So I reckon, after all, we'll take them up behind. The Tennessee boys are in the field, eager for the fray; They can whip the Yankee boys three to one, they The sword we gave them to refund We owe for all the love they lied, For many a deed of darkness done Beneath their "Stripes and Stars ;" For women outraged in their homes, And fired on in the cars; For those black tiers of cannon trained To bear on Baltimore. We owe for friends in prison kept, And Davis* in his gore. Wrongs such as these-ay, more than these- And many a gallant heart has sworn Each moment near and nearer brings And when it comes-and when it comes, CIVILE BELLUM. "In this fearful struggle between North and South, there are hundreds of cases in which fathers are arrayed against sons, brothers against brothers."-American Paper. "Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot, Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette; Ring me a ball on the glittering spot That shines on his breast like an amulet !" "Ah! captain, here goes for a fine-drawn bead; There's music around when my barrel's in tune." Crack! went the rifle; the messenger sped, And dead from his horse fell the ringing dragoon. "Now, rifleman, steal through the bushes, and snatch From your victim some trinket to handsel first blood; A button, a loop, or that luminous patch That gleams in the moon like a diamond-stud." "O captain! I staggered and sunk in my track, When I gazed on the face of the fallen vidette; For he looked so like you as he lay on his back, That my heart rose upon me and masters me yet. "But I snatched off the trinket—this locket of gold- "Ha! rifleman, fling me the locket-'tis she. My brother's young bride-and the fallen dragoon Was her husband-hush! soldier, 'twas heaven's decree; We must bury him there by the light of the moon! One of the privateersmen. "But hark! the far bugles their warning unite; JUSTICE IS OUR PANOPLY. BY DE G. Copy of verses found in a pocket-book picked up by a private of the Fifth regiment, Zouaves, U. S. A. There was no date attached to them. We're free from Yankee despots, We've left the foul mudsills, Bring forth your scum and rowdies, Thieves, vagabonds, and all; We'll meet you in Virginia, A Southern battle-field, Equip your Lincoln cavalry, Your NEGRO light-brigade, Pretended love for negroes You'd make fit black companions, P. G. T. B. is not alone, WE'LL BE FREE IN MARYLAND. The boys down South in Dixie's land, CHORUS.-If you will join the Dixie band, The Northern foes have trod us down, The Northern foes have trod us down, The Northern foes have trod us down, But we will rise with true renown. CHORUS.-If you will join the Dixie band, etc. The tyrants they must leave our door, The tyrants they must leave our door, The tyrants they must leave our door, Then we'll be free in Baltimore. CHORUS.—If you will join the Dixie band, etc. These hirelings they'll never stand, Old Abe has got into a trap, And he can't get out with his Scotch cap. But the Yankees caught it at Bull Run. We rally to Jeff. Davis true, Magruder, Price, and General Bragg, And give three cheers for the Southern flag. CHORUS.-If you will join the Dixie band, etc. We'll drink this toast to one and all, Keep cocked and primed for the Southern call; The day will come, we'll make the stand, Then we'll be free. in Maryland. CHORUS. If you will join the Dixie band, etc. January 30, 1862. PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S INAUGURAL ADDRESS. (IN ADVANCE OF ALL COMPETITORS.) BY A "SOUTHERN RIGHTS" MAN. I come at the people's mad-jority call, I'll fiddle like Nero when Rome was on fire, I've made a great speech for the people's diversion, You've oft heard repeated those wonderful tales Should it now be the will of the NORTH and the FATES, These three inhuman butchers left in the afternoon, and, arriving at a house near Belwood Furnace, about one mile from where the wounded officer lay, they procured lodgings for the night, shaved off their beards, and in the morning by daylight ignominiously went away, without even calling upon the wounded officer. Learning of their escape, Dr. Brinton, acting medical director, attached to Gen. Grant's staff, went up to see the Colonel, and found him suffering from nine bullet-wounds received in the left leg, between the ankle and the knee. His wounds were dressed at once, and every care taken of the unfortunate man.— Louisville Journal. A PARODY-AFTER LEIGH HUNT. Jefferson Davis (may his tribe decrease!) INCIDENTS OF FORT DONELSON.-After the surren-Patterson, Westmoreland, and one other, to go to the der, when the prisoners were being congregated for relief of Col. Brandon, and Gen. Grant being deluded transportation to Cairo and other points, before all by the extravagant belief that these men had sufficient had been disarmed, an attempt was made to assassin-regard for the honor of their profession, if not for ate one of our officers, Major Mudd, of the Second themselves, to return, they were suffered to depart Illinois cavalry, who was shot in the back by some of without having been put upon their parole. the rebels. The case being reported to Gen. Grant, an order was immediately issued for disarming all rebels, including the side-arms of their officers. Upon learning this order, Buckner, the chivalrous, repaired to the headquarters of Gen. Grant, and in insolent tones demanded to know if such an order had been issued. Upon being informed that it had, he launched off into a strain of furious invectives, in which he charged that the order was barbarous, inhuman, and brutal, and at variance with rules of civilized warfare. The man was permitted to indulge in his raving to an extravagant extent, because he was a prisoner, without any reply from Gen. Grant. Capt. Rawlins, A. A. Gen., finally replied to Buckner by stating the before-mentioned reason for depriving the officers of their side-arms. Gen. Grant then turning to Buckner, said: "Gen. Buckner, it was not my intention to have said anything in relation to this matter, and thus to have spared your feeling of pride and shame, but as Capt. Rawlins has thought proper to introduce the reasons, I will conclude them. You have dared to come here to complain of my acts without the right to offer an objection. You do not appear to remember that your surrender was unconditional, yet, if we compare the acts of the different armies in this war, how will yours bear inspection? You have cowardly shot my officers in cold blood. As I rode over the field of action I saw the dead of my army brutally insulted by your men, their clothing stripped off of them, and their bodies exposed without the slightest regard for common decency. Humanity has seldom marked your course whenever our men have been unfortunate enough to fall into your hands. At Belmont your authorities disregarded all the usages of civilized warfare; my officers were crowded into cotton-pens with my brave soldiers and then thrust into prison, whilst your officers were permitted to enjoy their parole and live at our hotel. Your men are given the same fare as my own, and your wounded received our best medical attention. These are incontrovertible facts, which do not look well in contrast with the course of the Federals. I have simply taken this precaution to disarm your officers and men, because necessity compelled me to do so for the protection of my own from further assassination." While this catalogue of wrongs was being recited, Gen. Buckner hung his head, dejected by the words of truth and abashed by the frown of power. He did not deign to reply, but skulked off like one who had begun to feel the awakening of a benumbed conscience. The same evening, however, he made a speech to his men, before taking their departure, in which he made complimentary reference to the kind treatment all had received at the hands of Gen. Grant, his officers, and men. A Lieut.-Col. Brandon, of a Tennessee regiment, who was wounded in the battle of Saturday, had escaped to a point four miles distant, where he lay suffering from the effects of his wounds. Information to this effect was transmitted to Gen. Grant, who gave permission to the senior rebel surgeon here, attending to their wounded, to send assistance to the wounded man. Accordingly Dr. Griffin, the confederate medical director, detailed three surgeons, namely, Drs. Answered: "The names of those who love our Uncle Sam." "And is mine one ?" said Davis. "Nay, not so," Columbia wrote and vanished. The next night Not a day GENERAL FLOYD. -This brave and gallant man, after his brilliant but unsuccessful defence of Fort Donelson, retreated with a portion of his brigade to Nashville. Upon his arrival in that place, he was enthusiastically welcomed by the citizens, and in response to the calls of an immense crowd who visited him at his quarters, spoke as follows: "This," said Gen. F., "is not the time for speaking, but for action. It was time for every man now that loved his country to enlist in the army and for the war. ought to be lost." He spoke feelingly of the fight at Fort Donelson, where only ten thousand effective men fought for four days and nights against a force of forty thousand of the enemy. But nature could not hold out any longer-men required rest, and after having lost over one third of his gallant force he was compelled to retire, not, however, without leaving over one thousand dead of the enemy on the field. He spoke in high terms of Gen. Sidney Johnston, whom he said had not slept a wink in three nights, and also that his plan was a wise one to entice the enemy to our mountain fastnesses away from the water-courses, and then to drive him back and carry the war into his own country.-Lynchburg Republican, February. above the water-line, with no other effect than making indentations of two inches. The pilot-house received one shot on one of the upper corners, nearly battering it down. A little later in the action, however, a heavy shell was thrown from the distance of about fifteen feet against the front, at an angle of about thirty degrees, striking the two upper bars, just at the look-out crack, the main force being on the lower of the two, forcing it in about an A COLONEL ON GUARD.-A lieutenant in one of the Ohio regiments was making a detail of men to guard a lot of army stores captured from the enemy. He approached a crowd of men all wearing overcoats, such as Uncle Sam gives his boys, and selected four or five for special duty. It happened that Lieut.-Col. Gazley, of the Thirty-seventh Indiana, was in the crowd, and was selected by the lieutenant. This was fun for the Colonel, and without a word he shouldered his gun and went to his post of duty. Not long after-inch and opening a crack of one fourth of an inch on ward the lieutenant, going his rounds, discovered by the firelight the bugle upon Gazley's cap. He rather authoritatively inquired where he got that bugle? The Colonel said he "must have picked up an officer's cap somewhere," and the lieutenant passed on. The Colonel stood his turn all night long, and was found in the morning walking his post. Having laid off his overcoat, his shoulder-straps appeared very conspicuously in connection with the musket on his shoulder. As soon as the lieutenant discovered a Colonel on guard, he approached him and courteously inquired how he came to be there upon guard? "Well, sir, you placed me here." With no little agitation the lieutenant inquired who he was? name is Carter Gazley, and I am Lieutenant-Colonel of the Thirty-seventh Indiana regiment." The Colonel was speedily "released," but the lieutenant is not yet relieved from his embarrassment. "My JOHN C. BRECKINRIDGE'S HABITS. -We have just had an interview with a gentleman of high character, who lives in Hopkinsville. He says that he heard a lieutenant in the rebel army speak of John C. Breckinridge as a common drunkard. His intoxication was so frequent, that he was hardly ever able to perform his official duties. On one occasion, a party of soldiers were sent to destroy some liquors in a groggery, but Breckinridge ordered the liquor to be brought to his quarters, when he indulged in a drunken revel. When his command was ordered to march on Rochester, on Green River, he pretended to have rheumatism so badly that he had to stay behind at Russellville, dead drunk. The rebel lieutenant added that the confederates had lost all confidence in him, and regarded him with mingled distrust and contempt. Alas for human ambition and folly! A few brief months ago, and he seemed the petted child of fortune, and to-day he is a detested and despised traitor, grovelling in the very gutter of disgrace.-Louisville Journal. EFFECT OF SHOT ON THE MONITOR.-The following extract of a letter from Paymaster Keeler, describes the effect of the Merrimac's shot upon the Monitor: UNITED STATES STEAMER MONITOR, HAMPTON ROADS, March 11, 1862. } The Merrimac's projectiles were mostly percussionshells, fired from ten or eleven-inch rifled pieces. Twenty-three shots struck us, including two from the Minnesota, which, during the engagement, fired over our heads. The deepest indentation on our turret was two and one half inches, produced by a one-hundred-and-fifty-pound percussion-shell fired at a distance of twenty feet perpendicular with the side. Our deck received four shot, making slight depressions. One shot struck us on the angle formed by the deck and side, tearing up the iron-plating about one third the width of a sheet, starting the bolts and splintering the wood a little. Three or four others struck us just the opposite side. She twice attempted to open a We experienced a severe gale on our way down, TO THE UNION SOLDIER. Brave soldier, hail! the winter's o'er, |