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Their sleeping ashes, from below,
Send up the thrilling murmur, No!

Knit they the gentle ties which long
These sister States were proud to wear,
And forged the kindly links so strong,

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,

And Mississippi's torrent-flow,
And loud Niagara, answer, No!

Not yet the hour is nigh, when they

Who deep in Eld's dim twilight sit,
Earth's ancient kings, shall rise and say,
"Proud country, welcome to the pit!
So soon art thou, like us, brought low?"
No! sullen group of shadows, No!

For now, behold, the arm that gave
The victory in our fathers' day,
Strong, as of old, to guard and save-

That mighty arm which none can stay-
On clouds above, and fields below,
Writes, in men's sight, the answer, No!

AFTER THE FIGHT AT MANASSAS.

PY SARAH HELEN 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,
Miserere, Domine!

By the sin we dared disown,

Till its "dragon teeth" were sown,
By the cause, yet unavowed,
By the fire behind the cloud,

Miserere, Domine !

By our Northern host betrayed,
At Manassas' bloody raid,
By our losses unatoned-
Our dead heroes, heart-enthroned,
Miserere, Domine !

For Rhode Island's gallant stand-
Her "unconquerable band;"
For the dear, familiar names,
Now linked to old, historic fames,
Te laudamus, Domine !

For our boys that knew not fear,
For their "gallant Brigadier,"
For their leader, brave and young,
For their praise on every tongue!
Te laudamus, Domine!

By the hope that suffers long,
And grows through holy sorrow strong,
By all the starry flags unfurled,
For the last war-field of the world,
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 Sev enty-first, at the battle of Bull Run.

BY LAURA ELMER.

Our hearts give us answer-they're taken;
Accepted's the offering they made!
On earth never more shall they waken-
On Liberty's altar they're laid,—
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 secure

Ye've triumphed in holy endeavor;

Your blood-yes, your blood proves how pure Your sacrifice!

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;

The pitying winds gliding past thee,
Seem mocking balm-breaths to thee now
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 pureDear sacrifice!

Thy country's thou art, and forever,
Thy country's while lasteth all time;
Safe bosomed, and nothing can sever

This bond of thy life's yielded prime-
Sweet sacrifice!

Such memories hallowed we'll cherish-
How precious to die with the brave!
O shout: Ne'er can Liberty perish—
Her saviours confront e'en the grave-
Grand sacrifice!

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THE CIVILIANS AT BULL RUN.

BY H. R. TRACY.

Have you heard of the story, so lacking in glory,
About the civilians who went to the fight?
With every thing handy, from sandwich to brandy,
To fill their broad stomachs, and make them all
tight.

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.

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 scribbled,

While shot from the cannon were flying around.

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 slain.

Oh, save me from their rage! Oh, give me my carriage!

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.

For the sharp desolation that struck through the nation,

We hold to account the civilians and-rum;
When our soldiers next go to battle the foe,
May our portly civilians be kept here at home.

-Boston Herald.

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.

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Lead Thou our march to war's worst lot,

As to a peace-time feast;

Grant, only, that our souls be not
Without Christ's life released!

O God of heaven's most glorious host!

To Thee this hymn we raise;

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God, one voice of praise!

-Boston Transcript, Aug. 3.

A TRIBUTE TO THE BRAVE.

Yet, still it beats, responsive, deep,

Its strong pulse throbbing through the land, 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.

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great was the crowd, that, in anticipation of the arrival of the wounded, it was deemed necessary by the committee appointed to receive them to set a strong guard to prevent the pressure of the people around the train when it should arrive. By this means the track and a considerable space on either side of it was kept clear, though the car-tops, fences, and all the eminences in the vicinity were thronged with the expectant crowd. At 7 o'clock, the first train arrived, bringing 20 wounded soldiers, and the bodies of four of our dead-Gen. Bartow, Col. Johnston, a private of the Montgomery Guard named James Driscoll, and another whose name we could not learn.

During the excitement attending the anxious inquiries after friends, and the crowding to look upon the dead and wounded, it was whispered through the crowd that President Davis was on the train. Immediately a rush was made in search of the distinguished statesman and chieftain, and a thousand shouts rent the air with wild huzzas as his well-known face and figure were discovered.

Though travel-worn and evidently fatigued by the trying scenes through which he had passed in the last two days, the President could not deny the enthusiastic citizens the pleasure of hearing from his own mouth something of the glorious deeds so recently achieved by our brave and invincible patriot soldiers. In a strain of fervid eloquence, he eulogized the courage, the endurance, and patriotism of our victorious troops; and to the memory of our honored dead, who shed their life's blood on the battle-field in the glorious cause of their country, he paid a glowing tribute, which could not fail to dim with tears the eyes of the least feeling among his hearers.

He pronounced the victory great, glorious, and complete. He said we had whipped them this time, and would whip them as often as they offered us the opportunity. In alluding to the vastness and importance of our captures, he said we had taken every thing the enemy had in the field; sixty pieces of splendid cannon, of the best and most improved models, vast quantities of ammunition, arms enough of various descriptions to equip a large army, hundreds of wagons and ambulances of the most luxurious make and finish, and provisions enough to feed an army of fifty thousand men for twelve months.*

The headlong retreat of the enemy he compared to the wild and hurried flight of a scared covey of partridges. He said that, so great was the terror with which the repeated onslaughts of our men inspired them, taking wildly to their heels, they threw from them their guns, swords, knapsacks, and every thing that could in any way retard their escape.

* A Federal officer has computed the details of this assertion, and discovered that it would require over twelve thousand wagons to transport the amount of provisions, said, by Jefferson Davis, to have been captured by the rebel army.

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 for this blessing on our arms, he concluded amid the tumultuous applause of the assemblage, and was escorted to his hotel.

At 9. 30, a large concourse of citizens and visitors having assembled before the Spotswood House, the President was again called out, and again stirred the popular heart with his eloquent recital of the brave deeds done by our troops in the late battle. He was preceded on this occasion by Col. Chesnut, of South Carolina, (an aid to Gen. Beauregard,) in a chaste and cloquent speech.

This unannounced arrival of our President took the citizens by surprise. Had they known of his coming, such an ovation would have greeted his return as never before was witnessed in the Old Do

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Ar Bull Run, when the order came from the headquarters for the retreat, word was passed down the line to the New York Zouaves. "Do not!" claimed a score of the "pet lambs" in a breath. "Do not !" "We are ordered to retreat," said the "Wot 'n thunder's that!" responded one of the hard-heads, who evidently did not compre: hend the word exactly. "Go back-retire," continued the commander. "Go back-where?" "Leave the field." "Leave? Why, that ain't what we come for. We're here to fight," insisted the boys. "We came here with 1,040 men," said the commander. "There are now 600 left. Fall back, boys!" and the "lambs" sulkily retired, evidently displeased with

the order.

Two of the New Hampshire Second were leaving the field, through the woods, when they were suddenly confronted by five rebels, who ordered them to "halt! or we fire." The Granite boys saw their dilemma, but the foremost of them presented his musket, and answered, “Halt you, or we fire!" and, at the word, both discharged their pieces. The rebel fell, his assailant was unharmed. Seizing his companion's musket, he brought it to his shoulder, and said to the other, "Fire!" Both fired their guns at once, and two more rebels fell. The others fled. The leader's name was Hanford-from Dover, N. H. As the Maine troops were leaving the field of battle, a soldier stepped up to one of the officers of the 5th Regiment, and requested him to lend him a knife. The officer took out a common pocket-knife, and handed it to the soldier, who sat down at the side of the road, pulled up the leg of his trousers, and deliberately dug a musket-ball out of his leg, jumped up, and resumed his march.

When the news of the repulse reached the camp meeting at Desplaines, Ill., Rev. Henry Cox, who was preaching at the time the intelligence was received, remarked, on closing his sermon, "Brethren, we had

A REBEL'S LETTER.-The following letter was taken by one of the pickets of Col. Gordon's Regiment, (the Massachusetts Second.) It shows that the privates as well as the Generals of the rebel army can tell big stories:

"CAMP JACKSON, MANASSAS JUNCTION, July 23, 1861.

and have nothing of any consequence to complain of, "DEAR MOTHER AND FRIENDS:-I am safe yet, which is more than many a fellow-soldier can say.

"I suppose you have heard what an awful battle we had down here last Sunday. I was not in it—as it so happened I could not get with my regiment, and glad I am I was not. This morning I went out on the battle-field, and, hard-hearted as you term me, I was horror-struck at the sight. Men (Yankees) lying around in every direction, dead and wounded. I suppose I must have seen at least 500 men and 200 horses-some places as many as six horses lying side by side. It is supposed their loss is over 5,000 men killed and wounded, and they took somewhere near 1,000 live Yankees prisoners. Oh, they were whipped decently. They chased old Scott so close, he had to leave his coach, and lost his epaulettes; and if reports are true, he lost one of his cowardly legs. Our regiment took the famous Sherman's Battery. Well, we have taken near 50 pieces of rifled cannon, and run them clean off the field. Beauregard, of South Carolina, led our regiment. They (I mean the regi ment) whipped the Ellsworth Zouaves, that muchdreaded band of ruffians. Yes, I have seen them myself—yes, more than a hundred of them, as high as six in a bunch, dead as a door nail. They had 75,000 men against us, and so sure was Scott of sucfrom Washington to see him conquer Southerners;— cess, it is reported he brought up one hundred ladies (but some one got hurt.) Jeff. Davis came up here on Sunday, and was on the field himself. Gen. Jackson was wounded, two fingers shot off; Gen. Bee killed. I do not know our loss-250 killed, not more, and it may be less, but 200 men lost will cover all. It commenced about 6 in the morning, and lasted all day. They had a fight here on Thursday too, hear of us will be at Washington. We are deterbut it was nothing to this. I suppose the next you mined to have it."-Boston Journal, Aug. 16.

COL. HAMPTON, upon having his horse shot from under him, seized a rifle, and said, "Watch me, boys; do as I do." He then shot down successively several of the Federal officers who were leading their forces against him. Gen. Beauregard then came up, and said, "Take that battery." Just at that moment the flag of the legion was shot down. Beauregard said, "Hand it to me; let me bear the Palmetto flag." He did bear it in the fury of the fight. Col. Johnson, of the legion, was slain in the charge.

The Hampton Legion promised to defend the flag presented to them by the ladies of the Palmetto State while one of them remained to step the field of conflict. That this promise will be sacredly redeemed, no one will doubt, when he comes to learn that of the eight hundred who went into the field on Sunday, one hundred and ten sealed their fidelity with their blood, that being the number of their killed and wounded, according to the unofficial reports.-Richmond Whig, July 24.

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