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-to know what has become of it. Think of the dis- position therein claimed was not easily admitted, tress of a like nature in Southern families, and let seeing he came from the enemy's country on the us forgive as we hope to be forgiven,
errand he did. But an example having been set, All that we have been able to learn is, that Col. and the dignity of this government vindicated, we C. was carried to a farm-house, near the scene of may let Mr. Harris go.- Richmond Dispatch. battle. He bad letters in his pocket declaring his name and station. He was rather a large man,
FEMALE SPIES.—When we consider what a scanwith sandy hair, somewhat gray, dressed in gray dalous mission that of secession is, we may well clothes. Have mercy on the bowed spirit that la- feel surprised to see it approved by dear woman.” ments for the beloved lost—that would be comforted to know he had received decent burial. Not- What its attractions are to them, I am not magician withstanding the war, we are all brothers. " God
enough to devise. I accept the fact as it is, withprosper the
righteous cause.” In pity, have inqui- out furnishing motives or investigating causes. ries made, for the love a sister bears a brother, and some of these fair sympathizers are distinguished
in their way. Miss Mary Windle, who was captured may God show you mercy in time of trouble.
Should your noble spirit grant my request, and a few days ago, and who is now held as a prisoner, if by inquiry you can receive any information, please has been a violent advocate of the traitors. She is
a maiden of uncertain years and autumnal appear. have a letter addressed to Mrs. Sarah Z. Evans, No.
ance a writer of bad original, and an adopter of 553 Capitol Hill, Washington city, care of Adams Express Company.
first-rate other poetry-addicted to newspaper and Very respectfully, your well-wisher,
hotel society—a sort of virgin Jenkins, a kind of Sarah Z. Evans.
Mrs. Joe Gargery, always out on a sort of “ram
page" on various pretences. “Mary” supposed HEAD-QUARTERS First CORPS, ARMY OF THE
} Potomac, ManasSAS, Aug. 5, 1861.
that, as her talents had been rejected here, she
might find a better market for them elsewhere, and Madam :-Your letter of the 26th ultimo has been so she ordered them to Davis in the capacity of a received, making some inquiries relative to the clandestine correspondent and eares-dropper. She body of your late brother, Colonel Cameron, United boasts of her arrest, and seems desirous of the noStates Army, killed at Manassas on the 21st ultimo. toriety she has acquired. In answer, I will state, that upon inquiry, I find he
Mrs. Greenhow is another of these lady friends was interred with several other bodies in a grave of treason—in person of far more ability than the about 200 yards from the house of a Mrs. Dogan, masculine Miss Fribble above referred to. She has on the battle-field, who attended herself to this sad been one of the queens of our F. F. V.'s, and deduty--forgetting in her goodness of heart that lighted in being one of the leaders of fashion and these very foes had brought destruction and desti-society hereaways. A long time engaged in this tution upon her home and fireside—and that they business, she has undoubtedly been of great serhad crossed into her country for the purpose of vice to the public enemy. Like Miss Windle, she subverting its institutions, and the form of govern. glories in her martyrdom, and will doubtless look ment it had chosen, as a free people, to establish forward to being duly commissioned as one of the for itself. Indeed, I fully agree with you. May all saints in the rebel calendar. I hear that others of the distress of this unholy war be visited upon the these sweet daughters of Eve are to follow this heads of those who are responsible for it, and may twain. I hear the wife of one of our leading the Almighty Ruler of the Universe, in His infinite merchants discussed as a candidate for the atten. goodness and wisdom, (continue to) prosper the tions of the provost-marshal. righteous cause!
Is it offending the sanctities to write of these A gentleman of this State, Mr. Kinlaw Faunt- things ? Is our regard for woman to prevent us leroy, a private in Col. Stuart's cavalry brigade, from exposing and checking them when they be. has in his possession a miniature portrait of Col. come the emissaries of a great and unparalleled Cameron and wife, which he intends to return to tyranny? When their husbands, and fathers, and their friends after the war; for at present no inter- brothers run off to enlist in the traitors' army, they course of the kind is admissible between the two leave behind these tender partners of their former contending parties.
homes; and if these latter become agents of disWith much respect, I remain your most obedient cord and mediums of treachery, the law must take servant, G. T. BEAUREGARD, Gen'l Com'g. its course.-Phila. Press. Mrs. S. Z. Evans, No. 553 Capitol Hill, Washington,
D. C.- Richmond Whig. MESSRS. ARNOLD Harris, M'GRAW, AND ELY. OH, God of Nations ! whose august decree, We learn that several members of Congress and Thundering through revolutions, fire, and smoke, other influential and prominent gentlemen are in Raised from our sainted sires a foreign yoke, favor of the release of these individuals. Certain And lifted up our land sublimely free; correspondence of Mr. Harris', written in the month God of the Nations ! once again to Thee, of April, to friends in New Orleans, proving him to War-clad, we come, Thy vengeance to invoke, be a friend to the South, has been laid before the To save Thy country, stricken with a stroke authorities. It has never been pretended that Har- More dire than any foreign foe can be, ris did any thing more than commit an indiscretion Because more shameless in its infamy. and place himself in an equivocal attitude by ap- Oh, Thou ! who through the patriots' heart of oak proaching our lines without a flag of truce, seeking The fetters of a far-off slavery broke, indirectly for the body of Secretary Cameron's Break now this home-forged, linked iniquity, brother. His letter to Gen. Beauregard was couch- And all these traitors' hands and hearts uncloak ed in terms ill-calculated to forward him in the busi- Aye, though with blood yon “sacred soil” we soak. ness upon which he had come, and his "neutral”
But though we march with heads all lowly bending,
Let us implore a blessing from on high,
Cheer, boys, cheer, &c.
Ne'er press again our loved ones in our arms,
Louisville Journal, June 21.
“CITOYENS, LA PATRIE EST EN DANGER.”
“ The Country is in danger ! "
Men, rally at her call ? See her banner floating o'er you
And shall that banner fall ? Shall the Stripes be torn asunder,
And the Stars drop one by one, And Secession be the ruler
Of the land of Washington !
See the plough left in the furrow,
As by Putnam, long ago! And the hammer on the anvil
Deals out no ringing blow;
To many an idle mill,
In the valley ; on the hill!
That seek the heavenly ear, Nor theirs alone the bosoms
That are torn with hope and fear: From the bondsman's Southern cabin,
From the Northern freeman's door, The colored man is watching,
As we march to Baltimore. To Baltimore! false city!
They that founded her were true; But this perjured generation
Found other work to do. The blood of Massachusetts
Hath dignified the street, Which should else bear down in story
But the marks of traitors' feet !
And tenderly bear home,
Her martyred sons have come.
As the conquerors pass by! Grand and silent is their triumph,
Who for liberty can die.
“ The Country is in danger,".
But not from foreign hands : They are countrymen, not strangers,
Who fill the hostile bands : They are men whom we have trusted,
And soldiers we have known, Who, to seize the nation's honour,
Have trod upon their own.
O men ! who've fought and conquered,
With the Stars and Stripes o'erheadWho to greet its folds have shouted,
Who to rescue them bave bledIs this your boasted prowess,
Your spirit brave and true ? Keep off your caitiff fingers
From the red and white and blue !
“The Country is in danger ! "
O God, we look to Thee ! It is only by Thy power
That a people can be free. To Thee be hearts uplifted,
While our firm bands grasp the sword, And over all our armies
Be the banner of the Lord.
" The Country is in danger!”
How strange the tidings sound !
Those heavy shots rebound !
Tried for her life again?
For the strangeness of the pain. VOL. II.
Now out with all the bunting,
The red and white and blue, And show the eyes of nations
What freedom's wind can do: Show the strength of a Republic
Before the pride of kings; And this stormy weather
Let the Eagle try ber wings.
“ONLY NINE MILES TO THE JUNCTION.”
A “marvel of the earth," indeed !
Our Country, from its greatness thrownThrown dust-ward, like a blasted reed
Its pride laid low-its green leaves strown. The traitor's arm has laid her lowIn vain the hopeful answer, “No!" A stigma rests upon her fame
Though still she's cherished in our heartThe traitor's blight, a sullied name!
Yet cling we to her as yet a part
BY H. MILLARD, COMPANY A, 71ST REGIMENT, N. Y. 8. 2.
TUNE—"The Other Side of Jordan."
On the road from Annapolis station,
Went on in defence of the nation. We'd been marching all day in the sun's scorching
ray, With two biscuits each as a ration; When we asked Gov. Sprague to show us the way,
And “How many miles to the Junction ? "
Stern Truth—of those who gave this land
The prestige of its former nameWill say, “ Its erring statesmen stand
Convicted of the present shame.” Could they the present sequence know, They'd seek the deepest shades below.
Because they left undone the task
Which God assigned them then and there To“ tear” from slavery its mask,
And drive it from its cherished lairTheir judgment or their will was wrong, Who left this dragon to grow strong. They bandied honeyed words with Crime,
And made expediency of sin ;
A curse that worketh now within
Our “ marts” are dead; our “iron ways'
Are bending with their freight of war! Our “ woods and waters stand
amaze, While rattle down the crimson car. Potomac's waves ensanguined flow; Missouri's sands are red below.
The Rhode Island boys cheered us on out of sight,
After giving the following injunction : “Just keep up your courage-you'll get there to
night, For 'tis only nine miles to the Junction." They gave us hot coffee, a grasp of the band,
Which cheered and refreshed our exhaustion, We reached in six hours the long-promised land, For 'twas “ only nine miles to the Junction."
Chorus.—Only nine miles, &c.
They always do hail us with unction,
“ 'Twas only nine miles to the Junction.” Three cheers for the warm-hearted Rhode Island boys,
May each one be true to his function,
CHORUS.—Only nine miles, &c. Nine cheers for the flag under which we will fight,
If the traitors should dare to assail it;
When 'twas “only nine miles to the Junction." With hearts thus united, our breasts to the foe,
Once again with delight we will hail it; If duty should call us, still onward we'll go, If even“ nipe miles to the Junction,"
CHORUS.-Only nine miles, &c.
Our " winds" are vocal with the boom
Of fate ; and blood, like water, flows ! Atlantic hears the threatened doom,
And answers with his wail of woes; And from the Mississippi's flood There's no response, save that of “ blood !”
We stand aghast ! " the hour is nigh,"
When“ Eld's" grim goblins, grinning, sit Close by the Nation's fane, and cry:
“ Doomed country, welcome to the pit, Dug deep for all who thus begin The record of their work with sin ! "
STEP TO THE FRONT, SONS OF THE HEA
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE HIGHLAND GUARD,
79TH REGIMENT. Step to the front, bonnet and feather,
Linked with the dreams of your own Highland vale; Step to the front, sons of the heather,
Show the bold Soutbrons the face of the Gael.
Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c. Flowers of the vale they have crushed down before
them; All to the will of the despots must bow; But manhood has met them, and death hovers o'er
themThe strong-bearded thistle is waiting them now.
Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c. Down on them, Highlanders, swoop from your eyry,
Ruffle the tartans, and give the claymore; Read them a lesson to pause and to fear ye, When gathered the rights of the free to restore. Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c.
-Buffalo Daily Courier, May 30.
On as they swept, Mount Vernon's shade
Its monumental tomb;
Gaz'd forth with looks of gloom.
Sad music wail'd its strains;
Their Father's great remains ! No whisper breath'd that sailing crew, As fast the laboring vessel flew
Fast by that sacred shore; Each mus'd on that Great Heart that led The armies in the years long fled, And for the North-and-South realm bled
United now no more ! They mus'd on him, and his stern ranks, Whose swords blazed o'er the battle-flanks
In many a stormy year;
Ceas'd from their great career!
They might the Dead discern;
O'er that memorial urn!
STEAM-FRIGATE PAWNEE PASSING MOUNT
BY ISAAC M'LELLAN. “In passing down the Potomac River, and arriving opposite Mount Vernon, a beautiful and graceful tribute was paid to the sacred remains that lie entombed in that bal. lowed spot. All hands were called, officers in swords and epaulets, sailors in their neat uniforms, the fine guard of the Pawnee drawn up, with belt and musket. At a given signal the large American ensign fell at half-mast; the ship's bell tolled out its muffled tones, the melancholy drams rolled their funereal salute, while the presented arms and uncovered heads of officers and men paid a sad tribute of respect to him who was first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen
and so the Pawnee passed on, silent and mourning; for ho by whose grave she glided was the Father of his Country." -Morning paper.
Fast down the bay the frigate pass'd,
For the blue ocean bound.
The brave flag, world-renowned !
To guard it evermore ;
The rugged seamen swore.
From bastion and from wall;
Would they for mercy call !
Might see, in each dim, moody glade, Arm'd cohorts, in long cavalcade,
Close round that lonely tomb; While He, the august Father, stands, Sad musing 'mid his war-worn bands, Lamenting that his country's lands
Are darkening now in gloom! Lamenting that red hands are thrust To rend above his very dust
The starry banner low !
As 'gainst some foreign foe.
On, on the noble vessel glides,
Fleet as an eagle's sweep;
She founder in the deep !
THE MEETING ON THE BORDER. The civil war had just begun,
And caused much consternation, While 0. P. Morton governed one Great State of this great nation,
So it did.
Magoffin governed old Kentuck,
Just give them chaps a half a chance And Dennison Ohio ;
Let them but lay a hand on And no three bumans had more pluck
A traitor, and he'll have to dance,
With atmosphere to stand on,
So he will
But those who love old Uncle Sam,
They love, and in their greeting,
They show it, and in every palm,
You feel the heart a-beating,
Su you do.
For patriots are brothers all — And Dennison and Morton, too,
Alike our flag they cherish; Believed they had good reason
With it, aloft, they bear the scroll : To fear Magoffin sought to do
“Let every traitor perish," Some hellish act of treason,
So they do.
THE MAID OF ULSTER. So they would have a chance to test
DEDICATED TO THE 20TH REGIMENT X, Y, s. X. The question, “ Is he candid ?” So they did.
BY M. x'x. WALSI.
Her uncle was a counsellor, of wealth, and wit, and And Morton, with some trusty chaps,
skill, Went up to see “Meguffin;"
A finished classic scholar, and master of the quill; At 6 A. M. they took their traps,
An editor and Congressman, a Democrat in truth, And off they went a-puffin',
A real Northern gentleman, conservative from south. So they did.
No boaster, and no blusterer-no vain, conceited
knave, Magoffin 4 a. m. did fix,
No perjurer, no plunderer, but honest, generous, By post and by the wire ;
brave; But when the hour had come—why nis Comebraus was he-Beriah,
He loved his country more than life-he bade us all
good-bye : So he was.
A soldier of the Union, he's going South to die. And then, could you have heard them swear! Her Henry was at college yet—but one short month Them chaps along with Perry:
to stayThey cussed, and stamped, and pulled their A favorite of the Faculty, a youth that loved to pray; hair,
The pride of all his family; yet scarcely twenty-three, For they were angry-very,
He loved his maiden tenderly—a noble lover he; So they were.
A faithful, frank, and generous youth, high-minded, And when they found that they were sold,
peaceful, true, And saw no chance for fighting,
He wished no harm to any one, but felt as others do: They took a train that they controlled,
He loved his country more than life—he bade us all And home they went a-kiting,
good-bye: So they did.
A soldier of the Union, he's going South to die.
Her father and her brothers, too, are gone, (she gave At 2 A. 1. the scamp did come,
consent ;) But didn't let them know it;
She parted with them tearfully, and yet she's glad And so, at three, they started home,
they went; And when they start, they “go it,"
But now that they are far away–her mother long So they do.
since dead, No matter what they find to do,
She's left at home, and all alone-perhaps she'll want 'Tis done with all their power;
for bread. What other men will do in two,
She says she may, and yet she smiles; she boasts her They'll do in just one hour,
kinsmen brave So they will.
Have gone to bear her country's flag where it of right
should wave. And now, if they could mix his “todd," She loves that banner more than life, and were she They'd put some pizen stuff in,
but a man, And serve their country and their God, She vows 'twould be her pride and boast to lead the By killing off "Meguffin,"
God bless the maid of Ulster, that all so freely gave; And serve the devil, too, as well,
God bless the noble father, may he be strong and By sending him, a traitor,
brave; To roast eternally in hell,
God bless the two dear brothers, may they be bold As Pat would roast a tater,
and true; So they would God bless the faithful Henry, the gifted uncle too.