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And well she may; for they were jewels
From her diadem.

She weeps; sheds tears of grief, of sorrow,
And of pride.

Gov. SMITH's reigment, the Virginia 49th, was in | The South weeps o'er her slain; the thickest of the fight, and all of his companies suffered considerably. His own horse was struck by a ball. His adjutant, Lieut. Caleb Smith, was wounded. Lieut. Ward, commanding a Fauquier company, was killed, as were also a number of his men, beside others who were wounded. Col. E. C. Carrington, of Washington city, formerly of Virginia, was one of the prisoners taken in the battle of last Sunday.

He returns involuntarily, in humiliation and shame, to his mother State, which he left in respectability and with fair prospects. His hundreds of patriotic and influential relations in Virginia point the finger of scorn and contempt at the traitor. The capture of Col. Carrington will make Abraham need a new District-Attorney. His eloquence and his arms have proved alike futile against his mother State. He has disgraced himself, not her.

A citizen of Fairfax Court House says that when the retreating enemy passed through that village, in an answer to the question whether they had been defeated, they said there were hardly enough of them left to tell the story; that it was foolish to talk about fighting the Southern soldiers; that they fought not like men, but devils. They begged for water, and betrayed every sign of extreme terror and exhaustion.

An officer of the army, who arrived here yesterday, says that he witnessed the onset of our soldiers, the Arkansas Regiment, he believes, on the New York Zouaves, and that it was a terrible spectacle. They threw down their guns, and made the charge with their brandished bowie-knives. The Zouaves at first seemed petrified with amazement. Then, as their assailants knocked aside their bayonets, and fell upon them with their furious blades, they fairly screamed with terror, and fled in the utmost consternation. They were nearly exterminated.-Richmond Enquirer, July 24.

THE BATTLE AT BULL RUN.
BY "RUTH."

"Forward! my brave columns, forward!"
No other word was spoken;

But in the quick, and mighty rustling of their feet,
And in the flashing of their eyes, 'twas proved
This was enough.

Men, whose every bosom held a noble heart,
And who had left their homes, their sacred rights
To gain: To these, this was no trying hour,
No time to waver, and to doubt-but one
For which they'd hoped and prayed-
One (as they felt) they'd brought not on
Themselves, but which they knew must come-
And nobly, O most nobly, did their
Bravery, their sense of right, sustain them.

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LOUISVILLE, KY., July 24, 1861.

-Louisville Courier, Aug. 10.

WHAT THE REBELS SAID THEY CAPTURED.

MEMPHIS, TENN.-The serious results of the victory have been ascertained at the War Department to be sixty-nine pieces of artillery, 23,000 stand of arms, 800 wagons laden with stores and munitions of war, and a quantity of provisions so huge as to appear almost incredible. Never dreaming of defeat, and only occupied with the advance of their grand army, the liberal commissariat for their immense forces had converted the town of Centreville, distant five or six miles from the battle, into one great warehouse for provisions and army stores.

The provisions of every kind captured at this grand depository are sufficient, the President asserts, to feed an army of fifty thousand men for a whole campaign. To save their immense wealth of stores, it was at Centreville that McDowell attempted to rally his flying army. A large division of fresh troops, with heavy guns in position, met the remnants of his vanquished forces, and forced them into a momentary halt; but so demoralized were his men, that at sight of our pursuing columns, they again scattered, and were chased like hares from their lost position; nor did our cavalry cease from their bloody business of cutting up and riding down the cowardly hounds until within four miles of Arlington Heights.

At this place (Centreville) our troops had the good luck to find a large table spread with a sumptuous dinner, and almost untouched, as the rout, which commenced about the fashionable hour for a dining feast, had left but poor stomachs for digesting rich food.

A correspondent from Manassas has just shown me a number of bills of fare for the dinners to which McDowell had invited his friends to enjoy with him on the route to Richmond, indicating that they expected to repose a short time at Fairfax Court House, Manassas, and other convenient localities on the way.

The bills of fare are mostly in French, and quite costly as to the cuisine. Twenty-five baskets of champagne and a dozen of claret were also found at Centreville-the centre of "good things;" and a soldier who was present has just informed me, that when our brave hungry boys arrived at the village and took possession, they at once commenced a sad havoc upon these delicious drinkables, during which a sprightly officer in one of the Rappahannock companies, named Hopper, mounted upon the table, (then relieved somewhat of its load,) and proposed the following impromptu toast:-"Our sincere thanks to the gouty old Scott; may his captured batteries soon send a shower of grape from which he can fill his wine bottles." It is needless to add, that our lieutenant was vociferously cheered; and the boys, out of respect for the great man's memory, drank standing and in silence.-Memphis Argus, July 29.

RICHMOND, VA.-It is reported here, and almost universally believed, that five full companies, attached to one of the Yankee regiments which participated in the battle at Manassas last Sunday, surrendered to Gen. Beauregard on Friday last. These men, it seems, in their haste and fright, missed the road to Arling

ton, and became lost in the Virginia forests near the Blue Ridge. Worn down with fatigue, famished with hunger, and despairing of ever making their way out without being discovered, they hailed one of our scouts, and requested that their condition be laid before Gen. Beauregard. All surrendered, and were kindly furnished with nourishment. It is presumed that they will be sent to Richmond.

It is also stated that a house in the vicinity of Fairfax Court House, which was suspected by our troops, was surrounded last Friday, and found to contain sixteen Yankee officers, who were not quite active enough in their movements last Sunday, and took refuge in this building. They were all bagged, of course, and will be securely held until it is ascertained what disposition is to be made of the crew of the privateer Savannah.-Richmond Dispatch.

of battle in our favor, decided the fortunes of the field."

A member of the Palmetto Guard writes to the Mercury as follows:-"The day was lost when our two regiments came up. Our troops were falling back, and had retired some distance. Col. Kershaw gave the command Forward,' and, after some ten or twelve rounds, away went the Yankees. I understand Beauregard said our regiments 'saved the day' a second battle of Waterloo.

"No regiment ever entered a battle under more depressing circumstances than we did. All along our line of march men were retreating, and saying to us we are defeated. But we went forward, and the day was won."

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THE correspondent of the Charleston Courier tells this story at the expense of the Virginia chivalry :— SECOND NEW HAMPSHIRE REGIMENT.-Both Gen. Among the prisoners is a noble-looking and intelliScott and the Brigade Commander Col. Burnside, have gent Zouave, one of the few decent exceptions in the expressed the warmest appreciation of the extraordi- crew. I saw him on the field, just after he was taken. nary firmness and steadiness of this regiment while While passing a group of our men, one of the latter under galling fire and during the retreat. I called him some hard name. Sir,' said the Zouave, turning on his heel and looking the Virginian full in the eye, I have heard that yours was a nation of gentlemen, but your insult comes from a coward and a knave. I am your prisoner, but you have no right to fling your curses upon me because I am unfortu nate. Of the two, sir, I consider myself the gentleman.' I need not add that the Virginian slunk away under the merited rebuke, or that a dozen soldiers generously gathered around the prisoner, and assured him of protection from further insult."

Col. Marston was severely wounded in the beginning of the engagement at Bull Run, and although gallantly returning to the field, the command devolved upon Lieut.-Col. Fiske. Col. Burnside himself relates, that, testing the resources of his brigade, he said to Col. Fiske: "Will your men obey such and such an order?" To which Col. Fiske replied: "My men will obey any order."

The following paragraph from the Washington National Republican shows how far this confidence was justified:

"THE SECOND NEW HAMPSHire Regiment.-Dur- AT the battle of Bull Run, some Congressmen were ing the late engagement, the Second New Hampshire taken who had come out to see the fun. One of Regiment behaved with the utmost gallantry. Arriv- them seeing our representative, the Hon. Porcher ing on the field the second regiment, they were in- Miles, accosted him with, "Hallo, Miles, my dear felstantly called upon to support the right of the Rhode low; how do you do?" Miles looked for a moment Island battery, and with the coolness of veterans, surprised, and replied, "Sir, I have not the pleasure although swept by the fire of the rebels, formed line of your acquaintance. What is your name?" To of battle and remained in this trying position for which he quickly replied, “I am Mr. of New more than an hour. When ordered to charge, they York. Don't you remember me, old fellow? We rushed on with great impetuosity, driving the enemy were in Congress together. I only came out to see from their position to the woods, and sweeping every the fun." To which Mr. Miles replied, drawing himthing before them. At one time, when a retreat was self up with dignity, "Sir, I don't know you. I can't sounded, Companies A and B remained in their posi- recognize any one who comes out to witness the subtion half an hour after every other company had re-jugation of my country as an amusement;" and treated, and poured in a destructive fire upon the rebels, who were advancing to outflank them, only retiring when capture or annihilation became inevitable.-Boston Journal, Aug. 6.

A CORRESPONDENT of the Charleston Mercury, writing from Richmond, Va., says: "It is settled, without question, that at one time during the fight, our army was on the eve of being defeated. This was in the early part of the afternoon. Scattered and exhausted as were our men, victory, for a time, inclined to favor the overwhelming army of the enemy, and its General, believing he had gained a victory, despatched the news to Washington. Happily, at this critical juncture, Kershaw, Cash, and Kemper stemmed and turned the adverse tide, driving the frightened foe before their accurate fire and rapid charges. Both Beauregard and Johnston rallied their forces, and led them in person to the attack. Soon after, Elzey's and Smith's brigades, of about four thousand men, came up opportunely and reinforced our army. This reinforcement, with the heroic rally made by the Generals, after Kershaw turned the tide

turned on his heel, leaving the New Yorker to enjoy the fun of bare floors and rations not such as he has been accustomed to at Willard's or Barnum's, and from which, no doubt, he will come a wiser, if not a better man.

An old soldier is here who fought in the Creek, the Seminole, and the Mexican wars. He was in the fight at Manassas, and he says he has never seen any soldiers, regulars nor any others, who stood fire as our army did at Manassas. They were perfectly fearless and unflinching, heeding neither the falling balls nor their falling comrades, but keeping up a steady and persistent fire. He seemed to think it was glory enough to fight in such company. I heard a similar testimony paid to Magruder's men in the Bethel fight. The officer who came over from Fortress Monroe with a flag of truce, was one who had been a friend when they were in the regular army together. He said, "Magruder, your battery must have been manned by regulars, or it could not have done such execution.' He replied, "So far from that, they are only boys; the half of them have spelling-books in their pockets."-Charleston Courier, July 27.

AN English officer asserts that he met one of Gen. | forward from out of the mêlée, and fell, sharply Johnston's aids in New York on Sunday, and that wounded, close beside him. The Georgian recog he personally knew him to be such. The rebel spy-nized his uniform, though he was fatally hurt, and for he was nothing else-told the Englishman that feebly held out his hand. "We came into this batMessrs. Davis, Beauregard, Lee and Co. consider tle," he said, "enemies. Let us die friends. Faretheir victory at Bull Run as a defeat, in comparison well." He spoke no more, but his companion in diswith what they expected and ought to have made it. aster took the extended hand, and escaped to relate They had their lines so skilfully arranged as to draw this touching fact. us within and beyond their flanks-to catch us in the most deadly kind of trap, attack us with shot, and musketry, and horse, from every side at once, and enforce a wholesale surrender of the "grand army of the Potomac." They had been fighting, he says, all day, in such wise as merely to indicate a determined defence, and by a gradual retreat had nearly lured us into the desired position, when all their plan was de- | feated by the mistaken enthusiasm of Col. Kirby Smith. That officer brought on the railroad reinforcements from Winchester, and, instead of going straight to the Junction, as had been positively ordered by Beauregard, he stopped the cars near the battle-field, formed his men in solid squares, and marched superbly to the ground. This was the reserve which our tired forces saw coming against them, and before which they retreated in time to escape the snare laid for them. Johnston's aid affirmed that Smith was in high disfavor for his error, which was the only movement that saved the Federal army.-N. Y. World.

One of our riflemen had his piece carried away by a ball, which struck it out of his hands just as his company was in the act of advancing to storm one of the smaller rebel batteries. Unharmed, he sprang forward, and threw himself down on his face, under the enemy's guns. A Zouave lay there, wounded and bleeding, out of the way of the murderous fire. "Lay close-lay close, old boy," said the latter to the new comer, "the boys 'll take this ole furnace 'n a minnit, and then we'll git up an' give the rebels fits ag'in." Three minutes afterwards the battery was carried, and the two soldiers were in the thickest of the fight again.

A member of the Second Connecticut regiment writes to the New Haven Journal:

While at a halt, it was my lot to witness a very painful scene. I captured a prisoner, (a German,) belonging to the Eighth South Carolina regiment, and took him to Major Colburn for instructions as how to dispose of him. The prisoner requested one privilege as his last, which the Major very humanely granted. He said his brother lay a short distance off, in a dying condition, and he wished to see him. I bade him lead the way, and I followed.

He took me to an old log hut but a few rods from where our regiment was halted. On the north side, in the shade, we found the wounded man. The prisoner spoke to him-he opened his eyes-the film of death had already overspread them, and the tide of life was fast ebbing. He was covered with blood, and the swarms of flies and mosquitoes, which were fattening upon his life's blood, indicated that he had lain there for some time. They clasped hands to

IN the thickest of the contest a secession colonel of cavalry was knocked out of his saddle by a ball from one of our riflemen. "There goes old Baker, of the Georgia First!" shouted one of our boys, in hearing of his chaplain. "Who?" queried the parson. "Colonel Baker, of the rebel ranks, has just gone to his long home.". "Ah, well,” replied the chaplain, quietly, "the longer I live the less cause I have to find fault with the inscrutable acts of Divine Providence."—An unlucky private in one of the New York regiments was wounded in this fight, and his father arrived at the hospital just as the surgeon was remov-gether, muttered a few words in the German laning the ball from the back of his shoulder. The boy lay with his face downwards on the pallet. "Ah, my poor son," said the father, mournfully, "I'm very sorry for you. But it's a bad place to be hit in-thus in the back." The sufferer turned over, bared his breast, and pointing to the opening above the armpit, exclaimed, "Father, here's where the ball went in!"

One of the Zouaves was struck by a cannon shot, which tore through his thigh close to his body, nearly severing the limb from the trunk. As he fell, he drew his photograph from his breast, and said to his nearest comrade, "Take this to my wife. Tell her I died like a soldier, faithful to my country's cause, and the good old flag. Good-bye!" and he died where he fell.

guage, supplicating the Throne of Grace for their families at home, kissed, and bade each other a final adieu; the prisoner remarking as I took him by the arm to lead him away, for the column was moving, "Brother, you are dying, and I am a prisoner." The man was shot with a musket ball, in the back, just over the hip; from which fact I inferred that he was on the retreat when the deadly ball overtook him. N. Y. Express, Aug. 1.

WHY THE SOUTHERN ARMY DON'T MARCH.-The Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle and Sentinel of the 18th, has an article on the question, "Why don't our army move forward?" The editor says:

We claim to be the superiors of the Northmen in every respect, and we are; but we have got to prove An artillery man lay on the ground, nearly ex-it to their satisfaction before we can expect peace. hausted from loss of blood, and too weak to get out * It is the policy and fixed determination of the way of the tramping troops and horses that of our government to advance, and, if possible, to flitted about him. A mounted horseman came tow-bring the war to an end before the cool weather, the ards him, when he raised the bleeding stumps of both recruiting of the enemy, and his preparations of suffihis arms, and cried out, "Don't tread on me, Capt'n! cient transportation shall enable him to make an inSee! both hands are gone." The trooper leaped over vasion of the Carolina and Georgia coast. him, a shell broke near by, and the crashing fragments put the sufferer quickly out of his misery.

A rebel-one of the Georgia regiments-lay with a fearful shot-wound in his side, which tore out several of his ribs. The life-blood of the poor fellow was fast oozing out, when one of our troops came dashing

It is well known now that Gen. Beauregard's forces at Manassas, previous to Johnston's arrival, were comparatively small; and even after Johnston came, the combined army could not have exceeded forty thousand effective men. Since the battle, we have good reason to believe that Beauregard and Johnston

have under their command much more than a hundred thousand men-enough for all practical purposes. It is not the want of men that has prevented an advance, but the lack of means of transportation, and the lack of food, coupled with sickness. Beauregard has been almost wholly without means of transportation for his vast army, and proper food in sufficient quantity, as we have reason to believe. And men who fought the great fight on the 21st, and came out of it without so much as a scratch, were in no condition to do military duty for several days. With little food of suitable quality, fatigued, worn down, they were in no condition to advance. In fact, very many of them have been sick since the fight; and it is but truth to say that they, as well as the wounded, have not had proper attention from the medical department, which, so far as we can learn, was organized in the very worst manner, if, indeed, it can be said to have had any organization at all.

Months ago, we called attention to the impropriety of favoritism and politics in the organization of the army, and especially directed attention to the absolute necessity of having the best available ability in the quartermasters' and commissary department.

The sickness, from wounds and otherwise, in our Virginia army, is absolutely frightful, and the insufficiency and inefficiency of the medical department more frightful still. Only think of our noble boys suffering twenty-four hours after battle without being seen, and then attended perhaps by men unfit for their office, and four days elapsing before the department at Richmond sent any lint or bandages to Manassas, when an abundance ought to have been there a month before the battle.

THE POSITION OF THE CONFEDERATES.-A correspondent of the N. O. Picayune, writing from Manassas on the 10th instant, says:

There is not a single act of the Confederate States that could be so construed as to justify any reasonable man in coming to the conclusion that the South intended to take Washington. We have never claimed more than is embraced in the boundaries of the seceded States. That is the whole extent of our claim. Washington is situated in that part of the District of Columbia transferred by Maryland, and just as long as Maryland remains with the North, just so long we will refrain from any attack.

AN ENGLISH OFFICER ON THE BATTLE OF MANASSAS

PLAINS.

To the Editor of the Dispatch:

RICHMOND, Aug. 4.

Their army was well appointed, well organized, and provided with a splendid artillery, the entire of which fell into our hands. Wheat's battalion, to which I was attached as a volunteer, consisting of only 400 men, sustained for an hour the shock of at least 8,000 of the enemy, and only retreated when almost cut to pieces. Every officer who was mounted had his horse shot under him. When carrying a message from Wheat to Gen. Evans, my own horse met with a similar fate, and I escaped by a perfect miracle. I must confess that this command was the admiration of friend and foe. Formed in part of Irish, and the rest the flower of Southern chivalry, the battalion covered itself with glory. Emotions of no ordinary character thrilled through my breast as I found myself strug gling on this terrible field of carnage, and advocating a righteous cause, surrounded as I was by so many of my own gallant island countrymen. You will be glad to hear that I escaped the terrible ordeal of shot and shell, and was honored with the thanks of Gen. Beauregard for some slight service which I performed on the field. Poor Wheat seemed the genius of the fight-conspicuous by his great size and soldier-like mien, his flashing eye and glittering blade-he was seen everywhere in the hottest part of the struggle. Poor fellow! He was desperately wounded, but is now recovering. The loss of the enemy was 8,000 men, 57 pieces of cannon, and about 25,000 stand of arms. Believe me, very faithfully yours,

Late Major in the army of Italy,
R. YOUNG ATKINS.
-Richmond (Va.) Dispatch.

S. PHILLIPS DAY, Richmond.

RESURGAMUS.

BY R. H. STODDART.

They say the battle has been lost-What then?
There is no need of tears, and doleful strains:
The holy Cause for which we fought remains,
And millions of unconquerable men.
Repulse may do us good, it should not harm;
Where work is to be done, 'tis well to know
Its full extent; before the final blow,
Power, nerved to crush, must bare its strong right arm!
Rebels, rejoice then, while ye may, for we,
Driven back a moment, by the tide of war,
Re-gathered, shall pour on ye from afar,
As mighty and resistless as the sea!
The battle is not lost while men remain,
Free men, and brave, like ours, to fight again!
NEW YORK, July 22, 1861.

DARK." BY "Z. R."

DEAR SIR: The enclosed letter, which I have just "IT GROWS VERY DARK, MOTHER-VERY received from an English officer, who took part in the famous fight on the 21st ult., may be of interest to your readers. I have, therefore, great pleasure in placing it at your service.

Very truly yours,

S. PHILLIPS DAY,

Special correspondent of the London Morning Herald and the Morning Chronicle. HEAD-QUARTERS CONFEDERATE ARMY, MANASSAS JUNCTION, July 29, 1861.

Our boys died game. He answered quietly, "I will if I can." His arm hung shattered by his side, and he was bleeding to death. His last words brought tears to the eyes of all around. He murmured, "It grows very dark, mother-very dark." Poor fellow, his thoughts were far away at his peaceful Ifome in Ohio.-Cincinnati Gazette.

One was ordered to fall in rank.

The crimson tide was ebbing, and the pulse grew weak and faint,

But the lips of that brave soldier scorned e'en now to make complaint;

MY DEAR DAY: The accounts which you read in the Richmond papers about the great battle which has just come off, are not in the least exaggerated. You may give them verbatim to the London Press. I"Fall in rank!" a voice called to him-calm and could never have contemplated that such a terrible disaster would have befallen the Northern arms, "Yes, if I can, I'll do it-I will do it though I die."

low was his reply:

POETRY AND INCIDENTS.

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OUR REVERSES IN VIRGINIA.

We heard proud lips the deeds recount'
Of valor stern and high,

We saw the star of victory mount
Above our clouded sky.
New hopes of peace and right restored
Each word of triumph breathed;
We read of conquest ere our sword
Had scarcely been unsheathed.

'Twas when we hoped our armed host
Were strong the foe to meet;
'Twas when we looked for victory most
We heard the word defeat.
"Disgrace," they said,
Our stricken army fled;
Our prisoners hear the traitors' shout
Above the loyal dead."

a perfect rout,

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At last, one message to our hearts
A world of comfort gave,-
"Our soldiers acted well their part,
The vanquished still are brave."
We listened, holding in our breath,
How, while the conflict swelled,
A bravery that mocked at death
Our starry flag upheld.

O, not in vain upon us came

Misfortune dark and dire,

If in our breasts, its piercing flame
Shall light a holier fire;-

If, gazing on our broken van,
Our blood-besprinkled sod,
We turn from confidence in man
And put our trust in God!
CONCORD, July 25, 1861.

-N. H. Statesman.

A BATTLE HYMN

BY JAMES MACKEY.

Ho! banded Freemen of the North!
Ho! Freemen of the East and West!
The fairest land upon the earth
By Traitors is possessed!

Hark! Freedom calls-rise! men of worth!
The hour of battle draweth nigh,
Now must the Traitors to the earth
Be crushed, or Freedom die!
Then rise! Freemen, and face the foe,
And strike, oh! stike the Traitors low!

We stand upon the side of right!

We bear the flag our fathers bore!
Oh! let us then for Freedom fight,

E'en as our fathers fought of yore!
And He who reigns throughout the world
As well as high in heaven,

Will see that, when death's bolts are hurled,
The victory to the free be given.
Then Freemen, up! and face the foe,

And strike, oh! strike the traitors low.
FRANKVILLE, Iowa.

-Weekly McGregor Press.

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