-to know what has become of it. Think of the distress of a like nature in Southern families, and let us forgive as we hope to be forgiven. All that we have been able to learn is, that Col. C. was carried to a farm-house, near the scene of battle. He had letters in his pocket declaring his name and station. He was rather a large man, with sandy hair, somewhat gray, dressed in gray clothes. Have mercy on the bowed spirit that laments for the beloved lost-that would be comforted to know he had received decent burial. Notwithstanding the war, we are all brothers. "God prosper the righteous cause." In pity, have inquiries made, for the love a sister bears a brother, and may God show you mercy in time of trouble. Should your noble spirit grant my request, and if by inquiry you can receive any information, please have a letter addressed to Mrs. Sarah Z. Evans, No. 553 Capitol Hill, Washington city, care of Adams Express Company. Very respectfully, your well-wisher, SARAH Z. EVANS. HEAD-QUARTERS FIRST CORPS, ARMY OF THE MADAM:-Your letter of the 26th ultimo has been received, making some inquiries relative to the body of your late brother, Colonel Cameron, United States Army, killed at Manassas on the 21st ultimo. In answer, I will state, that upon inquiry, I find he was interred with several other bodies in a grave about 200 yards from the house of a Mrs. Dogan, on the battle-field, who attended herself to this sad duty-forgetting in her goodness of heart that these very foes had brought destruction and destitution upon her home and fireside-and that they had crossed into her country for the purpose of subverting its institutions, and the form of government it had chosen, as a free people, to establish for itself. Indeed, I fully agree with you. May all the distress of this unholy war be visited upon the heads of those who are responsible for it, and may the Almighty Ruler of the Universe, in His infinite goodness and wisdom, (continue to) prosper the righteous cause! A gentleman of this State, Mr. Kinlaw Fauntleroy, private in Col. Stuart's cavalry brigade, has in his possession a miniature portrait of Col. Cameron and wife, which he intends to return to their friends after the war; for at present no intercourse of the kind is admissible between the two contending parties. With much respect, I remain your most obedient servant, G. T. BEAUREGARD, Gen'l Com'g. Mrs. S. Z. EVANS, No. 553 Capitol Hill, Washington, D. C.-Richmond Whig. MESSRS. ARNOLD HARRIS, M'GRAW, AND ELY. We learn that several members of Congress and other influential and prominent gentlemen are in favor of the release of these individuals. Certain correspondence of Mr. Harris', written in the month of April, to friends in New Orleans, proving him to be a friend to the South, has been laid before the authorities. It has never been pretended that Harris did any thing more than commit an indiscretion and place himself in an equivocal attitude by approaching our lines without a flag of truce, seeking indirectly for the body of Secretary Cameron's brother. His letter to Gen. Beauregard was couched in terms ill-calculated to forward him in the business upon which he had come, and his " "neutral position therein claimed was not easily admitted, seeing he came from the enemy's country on the errand he did. But an example having been set, and the dignity of this government vindicated, we may let Mr. Harris go.-Richmond Dispatch. FEMALE SPIES.-When we consider what a scan dalous mission that of secession is, we may well feel surprised to see it approved by "dear woman." What its attractions are to them, I am not magician enough to devise. I accept the fact as it is, without furnishing motives or investigating causes. Some of these fair sympathizers are distinguished in their way. Miss Mary Windle, who was captured a few days ago, and who is now held as a prisoner, has been a violent advocate of the traitors. She is a maiden of uncertain years and autumnal appearfirst-rate other poetry-addicted to newspaper and ance-a writer of bad original, and an adopter of hotel society-a sort of virgin Jenkins, a kind of Mrs. Joe Gargery, always out on a sort of "rampage on various pretences. "Mary" supposed that as her talents had been rejected here, she might find a better market for them elsewhere, and so she ordered them to Davis in the capacity of a clandestine correspondent and eaves-dropper. She boasts of her arrest, and seems desirous of the notoriety she has acquired. Mrs. Greenhow is another of these lady friends of treason-in person of far more ability than the masculine Miss Fribble above referred to. She has been one of the queens of our F. F. V.'s, and delighted in being one of the leaders of fashion and society hereaways. A long time engaged in this business, she has undoubtedly been of great service to the public enemy. Like Miss Windle, she glories in her martyrdom, and will doubtless look forward to being duly commissioned as one of the saints in the rebel calendar. I hear that others of these sweet daughters of Eve are to follow this twain. I hear the wife of one of our leading merchants discussed as a candidate for the attentions of the provost-marshal. Is it offending the sanctities to write of these things? Is our regard for woman to prevent us from exposing and checking them when they be come the emissaries of a great and unparalleled tyranny? When their husbands, and fathers, and brothers run off to enlist in the traitors' army, they leave behind these tender partners of their former homes; and if these latter become agents of discord and mediums of treachery, the law must take its course.-Phila. Press. WAR SONNET. OH, GOD of Nations! whose august decree, Oh, Thou! who through the patriots' heart of oak Break now this home-forged, linked iniquity, And all these traitors' hands and hearts uncloakAye, though with blood yon "sacred soil" we soak. ACMEL "The Country is in danger!" But swift the answer comes ! With the hum of many voices, And the distant beat of drums. Ere the proclamation's echo Has died along her shore, The Bay State men are ready To march to Baltimore. They come with steady faces, Have never ceased to burn: And remained at home to pray. See the plough left in the furrow, Deals out no ringing blow; And the women all are praying, Not theirs the only voices 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; And now, oh! lift them gently, As the conquerors pass by! "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 hands grasp the sword, And over all our armies Be the banner of the Lord. Now out with all the bunting, BY T. HULBERT UNDERWOOD. 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 low— In 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 Stern Truth-of those who gave this land Because they left undone the task Which God assigned them then and thereTo "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; They left a curse to after-time A curse that worketh Now within The councils of this cheated land! Their boasted "ties" are ropes of sand. 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. Our "winds" are vocal with the boom And answers with his wail of woes; 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!" Is there an arm stretched down to save ? "There is no God!" the fool replies; "No King but COTTON!" and we wave The lie beneath insulted skies; Give Slavery fair Freedom's place, And flaunt the fraud in Heaven's face. The fire of civil war to-day Has charred upon the Nation's brow A brand no tears can wash away! No compromise will answer NOW! There is a God, and Now He rules, And whips us with a race of fools! -Sunday Mercury. For 'tis only nine miles to the Junction." And now as we meet them on Washington's streets, And still the old cry some one surely repeats, And whene'er we meet, let us each other greet Nine cheers for the flag under which we will fight, CHORUS.-Only nine miles, &c. STEP TO THE FRONT, SONS OF THE HEATHER. 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 Southrons the face of the Gael. The lords of the South have unkennelled their beagles, The legions of tyranny sweep from afar; 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 them The strong-bearded thistle is waiting them now. Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c. Down on them, Highlanders, swoop from your eyry, STEAM-FRIGATE PAWNEE PASSING MOUNT VERNON. 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 halfowed 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 drums 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 he by whose grave she glided was the Father of his Country." -Morning paper. Fast down the bay the frigate pass'd, The brave flag, world-renowned! The hundred seamen, stout and bold, While life should last, while heart should beat, That flag should be their winding-sheet, Though foemen might their hurricane From bastion and from wall; Though red with gore their decks should flow, Ah! never, never from their foe Would they for mercy call! On as they swept, Mount Vernon's shade Then with reverential tread, Their ensign at the half-mast fell, Their Father's great remains! No whisper breath'd that sailing crew, They mus'd on him, and his stern ranks, Ceas'd from their great career! Might see, in each dim, moody glade, Close round that lonely tomb; Are darkening now in gloom! The starry banner low ! * On, on the noble vessel glides, THE MEETING ON THE BORDER. The civil war had just begun, And caused much consternation, While O. P. Morton governed one Great State of this great nation, So it did. And Morton, with some trusty chaps, At 6 A. M. they took their traps, Magoffin 4 A. M. did fix, By post and by the wire; And then, could you have heard them swear! For they were angry-very, So they were. And when they found that they were sold, At 2 A. M. the scamp did come, No matter what they find to do, So they will. And serve the devil, too, as well, To roast eternally in hell, So they would. |