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Their sleeping ashes, from below,
These sister States were proud to wear,
For idle hands in sport to tearFor scornful hands aside to throw ? No! by our fathers' memory, No! Our humming marts, our iron ways,
Our wind-tossed woods on mountain crest, The hoarse Atlantic, with his bays,
The calm, broad Ocean of the West,
Who deep in Eld's dim twilight sit,
"Proud country, welcome to the pit !
The victory in our fathers' day,
That mighty arm which none can stayOn clouds above, and fields below, Writes, in men's sight, the answer, No!
AFTER THE FIGHT AT MANASSAS.
PY SARAI JIELEX WHITMAN.
By the great bells swinging slow The solemn dirges of our woe, By the heavy flags that fall Trailing from the bastioned wall,
Miserere, Domine ! By our country's common blame, By our silent years of shame, By our curbed and bated breath Under dynasties of Death,
By the sin we dared disown,
Miserere, Domine !
For Rhode Island's gallant stand-
Te laudamus, Domine !
For our boys that knew not fear,
Te laudamus, Domine !
By the hope that suffers long,
Give us, O God, the victory!
-Providence Daily Journal, Aug. 6.
THE REST—WHERE ARE THEY!
Written on seeing the returning regiments, and after having read a familiar name among the killed of the Ser. enty-first, at the battle of Bull Run.
BY LAURA ELMER.
Accepted's the offering they made !
Blest sacrifice !
Blest dead, be ye now softly sleeping
Our tenderest tears shall bedew Each grave—and we're proud 'mid our weeping, That trial's hour proved ye so true
In sacrifice !
O patriots, rest safe forever
From temptings inglorious secureYe've triumphed in holy endeavor; Your bloodyes, your blood proves how pure
We'll weep as your agonies sharing,
Ye fainting, death-wounded, and lone; That poor shattered limb, with none caring, A mother once clasped as her own,
In purest joy!
How warm-God, how true were her kisses !
Like jettings of life-blood they came; That silk-dimpled knee bore her blisses Aye, blisses all worthy the name
Sweet baby boy!
Few summers have sped since she clasped thee,
And chased e'en a shade from thy brow;
Of life's past joy!
'Tis over-thy last pulse has fluttered;
Thou'rt glorious now—thou'rt secure; 'Gainst thee ne'er can libel be utteredThy blood proves thy loyalty pure
Thy country's thou art, and forever,
Thy country's while lasteth all time;
Sweet sacrifice !
Such memories hallowed we'll cherish
How precious to die with the brave !
Grand sacrifice !
It is the regiment returned,
A thousand rifle-flashes; then shrieks and groans of Fearless they met the Southern foe,
pain, And with true patriot ardor burned.
And clouds of dust uprising over the fatal plain,
'Mid which the gleaming bayonets seemed like the Their looks and dress are somewhat worn,
The cry, “Remember Ellsworth," and the deadly forBut every gun is free from rust,
ward dash ! And that is honorable dust Upon their caps and knapsacks borne.
A silence ;-horses riderless, and scouring from the
fray, Their banner still is held on high,
While here and there a trooper spurs his worn steed Though soiled with wind, and rain, and smoke,
away. As bravely as when first it broke
The smoke dispels—the dust blows off-subsides the In light like sunrise on the sky.
Virginia's Black Horse Cavalry is with the things In the full front of battle shown,
that were. It onward led the serried files O'er many rough and weary miles,
A wailing on the sunny slopes along the ShenanThrough wild, beleaguered paths unknown.
doah, A weeping where the York and James deep-rolling
torrents pour; Against its folds the shot were cast, From hidden batteries, charged with death ;
Where Rappahannock peaceful glides, on many a
fertile plain, And though its bearer held his breath, 'Twas carried upward to the last.
A cry of anguish for the loved who ne'er may come
again. And now, still marching where it waves,
The widow clasps the fatherless in silent, speechless The bold survivors of the band,
grief, Returning to their own dear land,
Or weeps as if in floods of tears the soul could find Have left behind their comrades' graves.
The Old Dominion weeps, and mourns full many a But, vowing to avenge their loss,
gallant son, Soon, where those comrades fought and fell, Who slceps upon that fatal field beside that craggy
They'll meet once more, and conquer well Beneath the Union's starry cross..
Oh, matrons of Virginia ! with you bas been the 'Tis right to welcome home with cheers
blame; These patriot soldiers, fresh from fight; It was for you to bend the twig before its ripeness
Though some no longer greet our sight, But claim their country's grateful tears.
For you a patriot love to form, a loyal mind to
nurse; For them we mourn; for these we raise
But ye have left your task undone, and now ye feel
the curse. Our happy plaudits to the sky,
And, as their ranks come marching by, Reward their courage with our praise.
Think ye Virginia can stand and bar the onward -N. Y. Evening Post, Aug. 16.
way Of Freedom in her glorious march, and conquer in
the fray ? THE BLACK HORSE GUARD.
Have ye so soon the truths forgot which Washington
let fall, A TALE OF THE BATTLE OF BULL RUN. To cherish Freedom ever, and Union above all ? BY EDWARD SPRAGUE RAND, JR.
Go to! for thou art fallen, and lost thy high esWe waited for their coming beside that craggy tate, “run,"
Forgotten all thy glories ; ignoble be thy fate ! And gaily shone their trappings, and glistened in the Yet from the past's experience a lesson may be
sun; We saw the "well-kept” horses, and marked the Though all thy fields be steeped in blood, still Freestalwart men,
dom's march is on. And each Zouave his rifle took, and tried the charge GLEN RIDGE, July 27, 1861. again.
-Boston Transcript, July 30.
She shudders when they tell the tale
Of some great battle lost and won ! Her sweet child-face grows old and pale,
Her heart falls like a stone!
THE CIVILIANS AT BULL RUN.
BY H. R. TRACY.
About the civilians who went to the fight?
She sees no conquering flag unfurled,
She hears no victory's brazen roar, But a dear face which was her world
Perchance she'll kiss no more!
There were bulls from our State street, and cattle
from Wall street, And members of Congress to see the great fun; Newspaper reporters, (some regular snorters,)
On a beautiful Sunday went to Bull Run.
Ever there comes between her sight
And the glory that they rave about, A boyish brow, and eyes whose light
Of splendor hath gone out. The midnight glory of his hair,
Where late her fingers, like a flood Of moonlight, wandered - lingering there
Is stiff and dank-with blood !
Provided with passes as far as Manassas,
The portly civilians rode jolly along; Till the sound of the battle, the roar and the rattle
Of cannon and musket drowned laughter and song. Their hearts were all willing to witness the killing,
When the jolly civilians had chosen their ground; They drank and they nibbled-reporters they scrib
bled, While shot from the cannon were iying around.
She must not shrink, she must not moan;
She must not wring her quivering hands; But sitting dumb and white, alone,
Be bound with viewless bands.
But nearer the rattle and storm of the battle
Approached the civilians who came to a show, The terrible thunder filled them with wonder
And trembling, and quaking with fear of the foe.
The hell's egg-shells flying, the groans of the dying; Soon banished their pleasure and ruined their
fun; There was terrible slaughter-blood ran like water,
When civilians were pic-nicking down at Bull Run. Their forms aldermanic are shaken with panic, When the “Black Horse” sweep down like a cloud
on the plain; They run helter-skelter, their fat bodies swelter, They fly from the field thickly strewn with the
Because her suffering life enfolds
Another dearer, feebler life,
And stills its torturing strife.
Her eyes ask tidings of the fight;
Who lay out in the night!
Was not upon that fatal list;
Dumb are the lips she's kissed.
Its weakness triumphed o'er by strength!
-St. Louis Republican.
Oh, save me from their rage! Oh, give me my car
riage! The civilians cry out at the sound of each gun; No longer they're frisky with brandy and whiskey,
No longer they seek for a fight at Bull Run ! Did they come down there balmy, to stampede the
army? It would seem so, for how like a Jehu they drive! O'er the dead and the wounded their vehicles bounded,
They caring for naught but to get home alive.
- Boston Herald.
HYMN FOR THE HOST IN WAR. C. 1.*
BY THE AUTHOR OF THE NEW PRIEST."
Arrayed for work of death.
Thy Spirit be our zeal !
But Thine own truth to feel.
THE LATEST WAR NEWS. Oh, pale, pale face ! Oh, helpless hands!
Sweet eyes by fruitless watching wronged, Yet turning ever towards the lands
Where War's red hosts are thronged.
Thy Christ led forth no host to fight,
And he disbanded none;
By death alone He won.
And give our share of earth,
What makes our land's true worth, ** Christmas," (Handel's,) or any other solemn and stirring" Common Metro" tune.
Lead Thou our march to war's worst lot,
Yet, still it beats, responsive, deep,
Its strong pulse throbbing through the land, Grant, only, that our souls be not
Gathering a human flood, to sweep
Resistless, o'er the rebel band !
Firmly resolved to win success,
We'll tread the path our fathers trod,
Unflinching, to the conflict press,
And, fearless, trust our cause to God!
-N. Y. Evening Post, July 26.
RICHMOND, July 24.-A vast concourse assembled
early yesterday evening at the Central Railroad dépôt, DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE to await the arrival of the train from Manassas. So COL. JAMES CAMERON.
great was the crowd, that, in anticipation of the arriBY 1. CLAY PREUSS.
val of the wounded, it was deemed necessary by the
committee appointed to receive them to set a strong A plain, substantial farmer,
guard to prevent the pressure of the people around Whose years of thrift and toil
the train when it should arrive. By this means the With peace and plenty crowned him,
track and a considerable space on either side of it As monarch of the soil:
was kept clear, though the car-tops, fences, and all One of the “solid people,"
the eminences in the vicinity were thronged with the Whose works of brain and hand
expectant crowd. At 7+ o'clock, the first train Build up our nation's riches,
arrived, bringing 20 wounded soldiers, and the bodies And dignify our land.
of four of our dead-Gen. Bartow, Col. Johnston, a
private of the Montgomery Guard named James But when his outraged country
Driscoll, and another whose name we could not learn. Called on her sons for aid,
During the excitement attending the anxious inHe dropped the spade and ploughshare, quiries after friends, and the crowding to look upon And drew his battle-blade.
the dead and wounded, it was whispered through the Amid the cannon's thunder,
crowd that President Davis was on the train. ImmeThat shook the summer air,
diately a rush was made in search of the distinguished Where iron hail fell thickest,
statesman and chieftain, and a thousand shouts rent His stalwart form was there !
the air with wild huzzas as his well-known face and
figure were discovered. The best war-blood of Scotland
Though travel-worn and evidently fatigued by the Was burning in his veins;
trying scenes through which he had passed in the last His fiery steed seemed conscious
two days, the President could not deny the enthuA Cameron held the reins !
siastic citizens the pleasure of hearing from his own The light of glorious battle
mouth something of the glorious deeds so recently Gleamed from his master's eye,
achieved by our brave and invincible patriot soldiers. As, with the “ bairns of Scotland,"
In a strain of fervid eloquence, he eulogized the He swore to “ do or die !"
courage, the endurance, and patriotism of our victo
rious troops; and to the memory of our honored A true man to his country
dead, who shed their life's blood on the battle-field in Unto his latest breath,
the glorious cause of their country, he paid a glowing He heard the call of duty,
tribute, which could not fail to dim with tears the And died a hero's death!
eyes of the least feeling among his hearers. The mem'ry of his virtues
He pronounced the victory great, glorious, and Shall blossom far and wide,
complete. He said we had whipped them this time, And Scotland's name of Cameron,
and would whip them as often as they offered us the Shall be our nation's pride!
opportunity. In alluding to the vastness and impor-National Intelligencer, July 31. tance of our captures, he said we had taken every
thing the enemy had in the field; sixty pieces of “CAST DOWN, BUT NOT DESTROYED .
splendid cannon, of the best and most improved
models, vast quantities of ammunition, arms enough BY “A, E."
of various descriptions to equip a large army, hunOh, Northern men-true hearts and bold
dreds of wagons and ambulances of the most luxuÚnflinching to the conflict press !
rious make and finish, and provisions enough to feed Firmly our country's flag uphold,
an army of fifty thousand men for twelve months.* Till traitorous foes its sway confess!
The headlong retreat of the enemy he compared
to the wild and hurried flight of a scared covey of Not lightly was our freedom bought,
partridges. He said that, so great was the terror By many a martyr's cross and grave;
with which the repeated onslaughts of our men inSix weary years our fathers fought,
spired them, taking wildly to their heels, they threw 'Midst want and peril, sternly brave.
from them their guns, swords, knapsacks, and every
thing that could in any way retard their escape. And thrice six years, with tightening coil,
A Federal officer has computed the details of this Still closer wound by treacherous art,
assertion, and discovered that it would require over twelve Men-children of our common soil
thousand wagons to transport the amount of provisions,
sald, by Jefferson Davis, to have been caj by the rebel Have preyed upon the nation's heart !
With another allusion to the glorious valor of our better adjourn this camp meeting, and go home and troops, who had accomplished this great victory, and drill.”—Boston Transcript. reminding all of the great cause they had for returning thanks to Him to whom alone thanks were due A REBEL'S LETTER.---The following letter was for this blessing on our arms, he concluded amid the taken by one of the pickets of Col. Gordon's Regitumultuous applause of the assemblage, and was ment, (the Massachusetts Second.) It shows that the escorted to his hotel.
privates as well as the Generals of the rebel army can At 9. 30, a large concourse of citizens and visitors tell big stories : having assembled before the Spotswood House, the President was again called out, and again stirred the
“CAMP JACKSON, , N, 1641. JUNCTION, popular heart with his eloquent recital of the brave deeds done by our troops in the late battle. He was and have nothing of any consequence to complain of,
"DEAR MOTHER AND FRIENDS :- I am safe pet, preceded on this occasion by Col. Chesnut, of South Carolina, (an aid to Gen. Beauregard,) in a chaste and which is more than many a fellow-soldier can say. eloquent speech.
“I suppose you have heard what an awful battle This unannounced arrival of our President took we had down here last Sunday. I was not in it as the citizens by surprise. Had they known of his it so happened I could not get with my regiment, and coming, such an ovation would have greeted his re
glad I am I was not. This morning I went out on turn as never before was witnessed in the Old Do- the battle-field, and, hard-hearted as you term me, I minion.
was horror-struck at the sight. Men (Yankees) lying Just behind the train which brought the President, around in every direction, dead and wounded. there arrived a second, bringing 585 Hessian prison suppose I must have seen at least 500 men and 200 ers, 25 of whom were commissioned officers, and 30 horses--some places as many as six horses lying side of Ellsworth's Fire Zouaves. Passengers' by this by side. It is supposed their loss is over 5,000 men train inform us that several hundred other prisoners
killed and wounded, and they took somewhere near were left at Manassas, and that our troops continued 1,000 live Yankees prisoners. Oh, they were whipped to bring them in hourly; and that many of them decently. They chased old Scott so close, he had to came into our camp and delivered themselves up. leave his coach, and lost his epaulettes ; and if reThe 685 brought to this city were immediately ports are true, he lost one of his cowardly legs. Our marched to Harwood's factory.--Richmond En regiment took the famous Sherman's Battery. Well
we have taken near 50 pieces of rifled cannon, and quirer, July 24.
run them clean off the field. Beauregard, of South Ar Bull Run, when the order came from the head- Carolina, led our regiment. They (I mean the regiquarters for the retreat, word was passed down the ment) whipped the Ellsworth Zouaves, that muchline to the New York Zouaves. Do not !” ex. dreaded band of ruffians. Yes, I have seen them claimed a score of the “pet lambs” in a breath. myself -- yes, more than a hundred of them, as high “Do not !” “We are ordered to retreat,” said the as six in a bunch, dead as a door nail. They had commander. “Wot ’n thunder's that ! ” 'responded 75,000 men against us, and so sure was Scott
of sueone of the hard-heads, who evidently did not compre: from Washington to see him conquer Southerners;
cess, it is reported he brought up one hundred ladies hend the word exactly. “Go back-retire," continued the commander. "Go back-where ? " " Leave the (but some one got hurt.) Jeff. Davis came up here field.” “Leave? Why, that ain't what we come for. on Sunday, and was on the field himself. Gen. JackWe're here to fight,” insisted the boys. “We came killed. I do not know our loss—250 killed, not
son was wounded, two fingers shot off; Gen. Bee here with 1,040 men," said the commander. “There are now 600 left. ' Fall back, boys!" and the more, and it may be less, but 200 men lost will cover " lambs” sulkily retired, evidently displeased with ed all day. They had a fight here on Thursday too,
all. It commenced about 6 in the morning, and lastthe order. Two of the New Hampshire Second were leaving hear of us will be at Washington. We are deter
but it was nothing to this. I suppose the next you the field, through the woods, when they were suddenly confronted by five rebels, who ordered them to mined to have it."— Boston Journal, Aug. 16. "halt! or we fire.” The Granite boys saw their dilemma, but the foremost of them presented his Col. HAMPTON, upon having bis horse shot from musket, and answered, " Halt you, or we fire !” and, under him, seized a rifle, and said, “Watch me, boys ; at the word, both discharged their pieces. The rebel do as I do.” He then shot down successively several fell, his assailant was unharmed. Seizing his com- of the Federal officers who were leading their forces panion's musket, he brought it to his shoulder, and against him. Gen. Beauregard then came up, and said to the other, "Fire !". Both fired their guns at said, “Take that battery." Just at that moment the once, and two more rebels fell. The others fled. flag of the legion was shot down. Beauregard said, The leader's name was Hanford--from Dover, N. H. “Hand it to me; let me bear the Palmetto flag.
As the Maine troops were leaving the field of bat. He did bear it in the fury of the fight. Col. Johntle, a soldier stepped up to one of the officers of the son, of the legion, was slain in the charge. 6th Regiment, and requested him to lend him a knife. The Hampton Legion promised to defend the flag
The officer took out a common pocket-knife, and presented to them by the ladies of the Palmetto handed it to the soldier, who sat down at the side of State while one of them remained to step the field the road, pulled up the leg of his trousers, and delib- of conflict. That this promise will be sacredly reerately dug a musket-ball out of his leg, jumped up, deemed, no one will doubt, when he comes to learn and resumed his march.
that of the eight hundred who went into the field on When the news of the repulse reached the camp Sunday, one hundred and ten sealed their fidelity meeting at Desplaines, III., Rev. Henry Cox, who was with their blood, that being the number of their preaching at the time the intelligence was received, killed and wounded, according to the unofficial re remarked, on closing his sermon, " Brethren, we had ( ports.-Richmond Whig, July 24,